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Nov. 1st, 2011
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Ult Ben Grimm - Main Bar
Nov. 1st, 2011 09:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbreakableben[Sort of OOM: Upstairs, Ben takes a nap but ends up talking with a deadman. Warnings for a teaser to the end of Ultimatum which might be a spoiler and Millitimed to yesterday.]
The state of the bar is just what Ben needs after that nightmare, so when he gets to the Bar and doesn't find himself in a costume, he decides to ask for one. The photo on the plastic envelope that appears isn't exactly what he had in mind. "Uh, no thanks. Can I get something else?"
The Bar stays quiet but to those sensitive to such, her casual whistling might be felt. At least it's not a toga right?
The state of the bar is just what Ben needs after that nightmare, so when he gets to the Bar and doesn't find himself in a costume, he decides to ask for one. The photo on the plastic envelope that appears isn't exactly what he had in mind. "Uh, no thanks. Can I get something else?"
The Bar stays quiet but to those sensitive to such, her casual whistling might be felt. At least it's not a toga right?
All Saints Day
Nov. 1st, 2011 10:31 amcrabbycustomerKarkat ducks back into the bar, trying to keep a low profile; as far as he knows, it's only been ten or fifteen minutes since he left, and it's all kind of embarrasingly anticlimactic. He just wants space to think and maybe sleep before he faces Gamzee; now that he knows there's a chance, however slim, he wants every edge he can get. When the bar spits a napkin at him, he gapes at it. Both because it's been almost a week, in bar time, and because the bar has chosen this moment to chew him out for telling Nepeta by note. He... he will deal with this after he sleeps.
He's gone before anyone can catch him.
[OOM:I can't win if it's me against me
One of us ain't gonna survive
And my heart been broke for a while
Yours been the one keepin' me alive
(Will we end up on Moebius Street?
Where the sidewalk bends and twists beneath our feet
I will make amends on Moebius Street
There are no strangers here)]
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Nov. 1st, 2011 05:15 pmdoyousmellfudge_archiveOut of Milliways:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...
Spoilers for Warehouse 13 episode 1x12, "Nevermore."
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...
Spoilers for Warehouse 13 episode 1x12, "Nevermore."
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Nov. 1st, 2011 08:12 pmstudent_of_impossibilityLast time Tavi was in the Bar, he'd intended to write to his family. Instead he ended up Bartending.
This time, he's bound and determined to actually get those letters written, because it actually is relaxing and keeps it from taking up time at work.
And yet, for some reason, he seems to be chewing his lip and working on catapult and trebuchet designs.
Still, he has his usual basket of bread, olive oil, and carafe of water that seem remarkably unguarded from passers by. Not only that, but for all his concentration, he does look relaxed and rather pleased.
This time, he's bound and determined to actually get those letters written, because it actually is relaxing and keeps it from taking up time at work.
And yet, for some reason, he seems to be chewing his lip and working on catapult and trebuchet designs.
Still, he has his usual basket of bread, olive oil, and carafe of water that seem remarkably unguarded from passers by. Not only that, but for all his concentration, he does look relaxed and rather pleased.
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Nov. 1st, 2011 09:00 pmpuckishly.livejournal.comIngress has grown so very tall.
Puck's feelings on the subject have not really progressed past that single observation: Ingress has grown tall.
Ingress has grown tall, and Havelock's coup proceeds in all its blandness, and there is a chill entering into the Milliways air.
He's not quite sure what to make of it. In the meantime, he has taken a seat on a table near the Bar, and is absently munching on cheese and fruit. Those he sees, he is likely to regard with curiosity, or with a faint smile.
Puck's feelings on the subject have not really progressed past that single observation: Ingress has grown tall.
Ingress has grown tall, and Havelock's coup proceeds in all its blandness, and there is a chill entering into the Milliways air.
He's not quite sure what to make of it. In the meantime, he has taken a seat on a table near the Bar, and is absently munching on cheese and fruit. Those he sees, he is likely to regard with curiosity, or with a faint smile.
All Souls'
Nov. 1st, 2011 09:30 pmnepetaleijonAfter this.
[Out of Milliways:
names were gone like footprints, a whisper on the wind
a lover was a comrade was a stranger was a friend
when we slept our eyes were open, and this thumping in our chest
said: there is no, there is no, there is no rest
[Out of Milliways:
names were gone like footprints, a whisper on the wind
a lover was a comrade was a stranger was a friend
when we slept our eyes were open, and this thumping in our chest
said: there is no, there is no, there is no rest
(we will end up on moebius street
below the surface everything repeats
i have friends on moebius street
we are not strangers here)]
First Entrance
Nov. 1st, 2011 09:55 pmex_captaincy633The door opens, admitting a tall guy in a red, white and blue costume that may or may not look like he was mugged by an American flag. The shield he's carrying on his left arm, decorated in the same motif, doesn't help either. He stops, confusions flickering across the part of his face not obscured by a hooded mask, which mainly consists of his jaw, and turns around to jiggle the door knob.
It doesn't budge. He tries again, a little more forcefully, then turns back to eye the room he's now in. Clearly something has gone slightly askew. Or maybe a bit more than slightly. Shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and the new guy starts toward the bar, in hope of some answers - and maybe a drink.
Have a very confused Steve Rogers, Milliways.
[post open for a good while, as long as taggers don't mind the occasional slowtiming on account of sleep, school and mom stuff.]
It doesn't budge. He tries again, a little more forcefully, then turns back to eye the room he's now in. Clearly something has gone slightly askew. Or maybe a bit more than slightly. Shoulders straighten, chin lifts, and the new guy starts toward the bar, in hope of some answers - and maybe a drink.
Have a very confused Steve Rogers, Milliways.
[post open for a good while, as long as taggers don't mind the occasional slowtiming on account of sleep, school and mom stuff.]
Conversations with (Un)Dead People
Nov. 1st, 2011 11:10 pmsunbaked_baker(OOM: Conversations with (Un)Dead People )
Physical and emotional exhaustion had been the flavors of the day. SOF had been questioning all of Charlie's employees about Paulie's disappearance, when they had last seen him, etc. Pat and Theo had given Rae some pointed looks and unsubtle comments about how tired she looked, but she couldn't even rise to respond to them. They must have read something more in her look, because they had not pressed the issue. Not even when the report came in that Paulie's body had been recovered from an alley near the parking lot where his car had been found. He had been coming into work when the sucker had gotten him.
Thankfully, Rae didn't have time to dwell in her own dark thoughts too much. She had her hands full. There was baking still left to do, with her apprentice dead, though needless to say her heart wasn't in it. Rae's heart was with July, her apprentice's wife. She had broken down into hysterics in the middle of giving a statement to SOF, and had to be rushed to the local hospital. Once the required baking had been done, nothing extravagant or experimental today, Rae had volunteered to take care of Terry. The infant's father was dead, his mother was in the hospital, he had been awakened far too early and there were too many strange people around and being loud. A crying baby just made people more on edge.
So when the door to Rae's (now solely Rae's again) bakery opens to Milliways, Sunshine welcomes it. The bar room is practically empty, and much quieter than the coffeehouse full of people coming together to gather information and surreptitiously confirm that they and other people are still alive. She settles with the infant on the couch, singing quietly in hopes that Terry will soon be able to get some sleep.
Physical and emotional exhaustion had been the flavors of the day. SOF had been questioning all of Charlie's employees about Paulie's disappearance, when they had last seen him, etc. Pat and Theo had given Rae some pointed looks and unsubtle comments about how tired she looked, but she couldn't even rise to respond to them. They must have read something more in her look, because they had not pressed the issue. Not even when the report came in that Paulie's body had been recovered from an alley near the parking lot where his car had been found. He had been coming into work when the sucker had gotten him.
Thankfully, Rae didn't have time to dwell in her own dark thoughts too much. She had her hands full. There was baking still left to do, with her apprentice dead, though needless to say her heart wasn't in it. Rae's heart was with July, her apprentice's wife. She had broken down into hysterics in the middle of giving a statement to SOF, and had to be rushed to the local hospital. Once the required baking had been done, nothing extravagant or experimental today, Rae had volunteered to take care of Terry. The infant's father was dead, his mother was in the hospital, he had been awakened far too early and there were too many strange people around and being loud. A crying baby just made people more on edge.
So when the door to Rae's (now solely Rae's again) bakery opens to Milliways, Sunshine welcomes it. The bar room is practically empty, and much quieter than the coffeehouse full of people coming together to gather information and surreptitiously confirm that they and other people are still alive. She settles with the infant on the couch, singing quietly in hopes that Terry will soon be able to get some sleep.
