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[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

For a soldier in wartime - especially an officer - a certain amount of moral ambiguity comes with the territory. There are times when you can't do the right thing because the only options available to you are wrong things, and the best you can do is pick the lesser of two evils. Shepard accepted that a long time ago.

Well, she thought she did. Today's one of those days when she has her doubts.

She's sitting on the couch by the fireplace with Bubba the Space Hamster on her lap, feeding him bits of alfalfa.

Julie / PS238 / Main Bar

[fiss84]

Being late for school sucks. Especially when you are running so late you don't have time for breakfast and meta-prodigies need their calories in a BIG way.

Finding yourself on such a day in Milliways instead of the cafeteria totally makes up for all of the above as now you can get something better than a carton of milk and a banana…if you have enough change that is. And so cue one aspiring superhero counting the change her mom had given her. Nearly two fifty! She just might have enough for chocolate milk and peanut butter crackers and a banana.

When her order appears with it is also a stack of comics. Confused, Julie says, "I didn't order these."

Just something for you to read while you eat dear, Bar replies via napkin.

"But, I only have enough for the food," Julie whispers nervously.

Then return them when you are finished.

"Oh. Okay then, thanks!"

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[alotofgood]

[ oom:

September 25, 1976.

In which James, as new Quidditch Captain, has some decisions to make. ]

Happy Hour

[will_scarlett]

Will's feeling sore when he enters the Bar today. The Sheriff's reaction to having Little John rescued from under his feet was to raise the bounty on them and start calling in favors from neighboring nobles. In the last few weeks, they've been trying to keep track of who messengers have been sent to and who is arriving.

Finding Milliways is a welcome relief and he grins when he's asked to bartend and pours himself a drink of dark, spiced rum as he considers the specials. His sword is tucked out of sight and he's wearing the simple Lincoln green that proclaims him one of Robin Hood's men.

Specials
Forester
Sweet Fire
English Pirate
Tell me of something that ye never would have tried drinking, eating or doing if na for Milliways and yer drink is half off.

(OOC: Happy Hour is now closed to new tags. Thanks for a great Happy Hour.)

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[alotofgood]

It's a Sunday back home, a day after James held Quidditch try-outs for a new Beater and Keeper.

Trying to find a quiet place to ruminate on his choices has proven to be nearly impossible. From just about every corner of Hogwarts, James found himself bumping into someone who wanted to know whether they made it on the team, and if he wasn't considering them, could they please, please give it another try, because they'd been feeling a bit under the weather yesterday, or they had a quick essay they had to finish and weren't putting in their all?

James figured the library might be a good alternative, too, but Gryffindors can be an audacious bunch sometimes — and he was a little surprised to find Odette Dearborn (Keeper) trailing after him, with her brother, Oscar (Beater), close behind. They had no intention of leaving him alone.

So, James was absolutely relieved to find a door to Milliways. He can currently be found sitting at a table, looking a little less like his usual relaxed, 'I've got nothing to do' self.

There's a piece of parchment spread out in front of him, the majority of which is covered in struck out names.

Once in a while, he sits back, frowns, lets out a sigh, then returns to his parchment.

Quidditch is serious business.

You Are Invited...

[parkerlee]

The large notice that Parker is posting tonight is pale green with lettering in silver marker, done in a neat and well-practiced hand. Hand-drawn daisies in silver and white fill in the corners and edges. Parker carefully aligns the edges three times before she steps away from the notice and nods in satisfaction and bustles off to attend to some not-quite-last-minute details.


You are invited
To celebrate the engagement
of
Meg Ford
of Montréal, Quebec and Milliways
To
Alain Gagné
of Montréal, Quebec

Old friends. New friends. Strangers. Everyone is invited.
Festivities will take place Lakeside on Saturday.
(Your presence, not presents, please)


[OOC: The party is Millitimed for Saturday, but feel free to follow the link and tag in at any time. Everyone is welcome.]

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[fiery_ring]

Carlotta enters, on crutches, looking tired, unwell and massively fed up. Her right leg is encased in a large metal contraption, with an attempt at dressing it around the metal.

She'd never realised how massively boring it is to be in hospital. And the continuous jokes about how unlucky it is to get shot in the 'balloon corps' are getting old very fast.

They tried to keep her in bed, but she kept climbing out on her three working limbs so the staff relented and gave her some crutches.

She sits down heavily in the nearest chair, even the small exertion wearing her out. At some point she'll hobble off to the infirmary to look for some future technology health care, once she's got her energy back.