On the eighth day of December, my true love gave to me...

[vance_prime]

One a_mere_child napping on the couch,
one g00d_d0ggie romping through the snow,
one no_vampires_plz practicing fire spells,
one doyousmellfudge with a giant mug of tea,
and a withhistailhigh in a pear tree.*

Take your pick.

* No, really. There's a pear tree out by the lakeshore and he's stretched out on one of the lower limbs.

(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

Two members of the human resistance against the Combine Empire are in the Bar today- well, more or less. Gordon, certainly, is in the Bar. You can't go over topographical maps of western Mongolia in any kind of detail if you're outside trying to keep the papers from getting wet or blowing away. Thankfully, most of what he's got was taken from a Combine installation during the attack on the offshore desalinization plant in Australia, so the infrastructure layout and geographical details of the area are reasonably up to date. Troop numbers... are probably very, very, very different from what was originally stationed there. He's assuming the worst.

As for the other member, he's outside. Sergeant-Major Shephard is practicing with his new vehicle of choice, since he won't be flying a helicopter any more if he can help it. Given that the vehicle of choice happens to be an enormous robotic lion rather than a rotary-winged aircraft, he kind of needs a lot of practice. If you were planning on doing anything peaceful or quiet outside, we're really sorry. Maybe if you jump up and down and wave angrily at the lion, he'll find somewhere else to go?



[Two pups, one mun, tag either as you wish. Open until it scrolls off the page.]

Ult. Ben Grimm - Main Bar

[unbreakableben]

Ben may still be bound (for whatever reason) but with an upcoming fight, he's feeling pretty good. He's especially looking forward to the bird he's going to be piloting. He knows he's a damn good pilot but he also knows the Valkyrie is going to be a tricky bird to fly; nothing at all like any plane he's had the privilege to pilot. But hey, what's a magical Bar at the End of the Universe for if you can't find the owner's manual for odd, highly specialized military aircraft right?

"Lady, can I get a plate of fish and chips, a nice stout and the pilot's manual for the VF-1 Valkyrie? Specifically the VF-1S Strike Valkyrie if that makes a difference." His eyes budge at the size of the book that appears along with the food. It's big enough he uses it as a tray for his food as he turns to look for a good booth or table to settle into for the evening.

[OOC-Open till it scrolls. Though I'll be going slow here in a few minutes as I head home from work.]

(no subject)

[noteful]

[OOM-but-not: Taking on violent criminals, no problem. Drinks with your girlfriend's friends . . . ]

OOM: 410 Gone

[death_gone_mad]

[OOM:]