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[makesthings]

OOM: If people bring you down, I think you should be a spring. No matter how much pressure is put on you, you'll get right back up
or stretched out or bent in funny ways but after a long time of people handling you, you lose your elasticity and break.

Quote from Best Engineering Quotes, number 32.

(OOC: All dialogue and action from Chapters 26 and 27 of Lirael. Thank you to ashen_key for NPCing Ellimere.)

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[12goingon113.livejournal.com]

Milliways is often host to a bevy of strange and unusual animals. From horses to talking turtles to trilobites to...flying bison?

...

Huh. Well there's something you don't see every day.
No seriously, go look! There's a 2,000 pound white and brown FLYING BISON out by the lake munching on some grass. And some leaves....and really, anything made of green stuff that he can get his teeth around.

Not far from the bison is a young boy of about 12 years of age sporting some rather impressive ink. He's attempting to sneak up on a family of turtleducks. Thus far they haven't seemed to notice him.


[OOC: hi! this is aang's mun. this particular incarnation of aang is not the same as the previous incarnation of aang. so should you happen to know him from before, he won't remember you. in fact, he won't really remember much of anyone from avatar: the last airbender unless they happened to appear in a flashback. you see, he's only just run away...]

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[scurlock]

The door opens to admit a trail-weary outlaw with a layer of burnt red dust clinging to his faded clothes.

It's obvious that he hasn't bathed in awhile, but the outlaw doesn't seem to give a damn -- which is the plain and simply truth. He doesn't. He's got more important things to worry about at the moment.

(The rifle he's carrying needs to be cleaned; his jeans need to be mended; his bag needs to be repacked with more food and supplies.




And he needs a drink.)

Lucky for him, he walks into Milliways after a several month (for him, anyway) absence, and heads straight for the bar.

She's got a whiskey, double, neat waiting.



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[cobbalstones.livejournal.com]

Phillipa is in the big bar place again.

This is okay, even though it's the middle of the night*, because she is wearing her nicest pink pajamas and carrying a very handsome stuffed polar bear. Which means she doesn't have to worry about dress code and any threats will be immediately resolved.

Currently, she is attempting to crawl up onto a bar stool so she can reach the glass of milk the Bar has kindly provided for her. (It has a sparkly pink straw, which Phillipa appreciates because it goes with her pajamas.)

Unfortunately, the stool is high and Phillipa is having troubles with balance.

Sigh.




*11:00 PM.

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[cutting_edgex23]

OOM:

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there

Fools and Fire

[forgottenmotley]

The sky is dark without a moon and only the stars glimmer give a tiny bit of light casting the world into shadows and more shadows. The lake glistens like a mirror reflecting the stars and near the edge was the Fool. He's gotten a bonfire going and is standing besides it watching the flames flicker.

He starts to sing in a low voice a song that doesn't really have any words that are recognizable. It's an old song, somewhat cheerful if a bit melancholy at times. The Fool likes the night like this. This is when men were most afraid and would huddle close together to tell stories around their fires.

The Fool's shadow flickers with the firelight, for once moving because it should and his bells are muted.

He's also got some marshmallows from somewhere which he occasionally puts on a stick to roast and eat. Because everyone can appreciate marshmallows. And on moonless nights besides a bonfire they're even more appreciative.

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara rolls into the bar, and automatically looks around.

She spots a young blond woman behind the bar's massive length.

She swallows. And heads straight for the ladies' restroom where she looks around to make sure no one's there before taking a deep breath, leaning her head down into her lap, and beginning to laugh. And laugh and laugh. Until she starts crying in relief, the tears streaming down her cheeks almost unnoticed as she throws her head back.

"YES!"

[You're welcome to catch her if you're, you know, in the ladies'.

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[all_er_nothin]

Outside there is the sound of singing.

'The farmer should be sociable with the cowboy
If he rides by an' ask fer food an' water
Don't treat 'im like a louse
Make 'im welcome in your house
But be sure that you locked up yo' wife an' daughters'

And then there's the sound of fighting. And then Will Parker comes flying through the door into the bar backwards, having just been hit in the face.

He scrambles up, ready to fight back, charges back towards the fight, and crashes into the wall as his door disappears.

He staggers back, looking rather surprised and holding his nose.

"Where's the door gone?"