Mar. 17th, 2012
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Mar. 17th, 2012 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chime_ra_tilt"I suppose it was overdue," mutters Zelgadiss as he enters the bar, eyeing the damage that has yet to be fixed. He'd seen worse damage from bar fights (and was the cause of a few of them), so isn't really impressed, unaware what really caused the damage to Milliways.
What's mildly surprising to him is that there is also damage to be seen outside, though time and the efforts of the bar patrons have softened the signs considerably. Must've been some fight, he thinks to himself, passing out the back door and towards the open area near the lake.
He hadn't expected the bar to appear. But really, what counts as unexpected when one is exploring a ghost-ship? Lina and Filia were busy dealing with that talking jar thing. Why shouldn't Zel steal some time away for himself? He needed to distract himself from his worry about Amelia - where she ended up after the explosion at the gatway, if she were all right.
So he does what always helps him calm some of the turmoil in his head (and heart), he practices.
If one were to venture outside this afternoon, they will find a stone-skinned chimera going through his sword forms in slow, measured movements.
What's mildly surprising to him is that there is also damage to be seen outside, though time and the efforts of the bar patrons have softened the signs considerably. Must've been some fight, he thinks to himself, passing out the back door and towards the open area near the lake.
He hadn't expected the bar to appear. But really, what counts as unexpected when one is exploring a ghost-ship? Lina and Filia were busy dealing with that talking jar thing. Why shouldn't Zel steal some time away for himself? He needed to distract himself from his worry about Amelia - where she ended up after the explosion at the gatway, if she were all right.
So he does what always helps him calm some of the turmoil in his head (and heart), he practices.
If one were to venture outside this afternoon, they will find a stone-skinned chimera going through his sword forms in slow, measured movements.
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Mar. 17th, 2012 04:08 pmluvs_yogurt [OOM: Michael's got family on the mind after an unexpected conversation, and when gets back to Miami he calls his mother.]
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Mar. 17th, 2012 04:23 pmgavin62truckThe St. Patrick's Day parade is in full swing downtown, but up in Harlem, the 62 Truck crew is on duty, so this means they don't get to watch a bunch of idiots who're probably like 0.0000003% Irish, if at all, make drunken asses out of themselves in public. Amateurs and lightweights, all of 'em. Tommy never needed a holiday as an excuse.
Tommy, casually dressed in his Iceholes street hockey t-shirt, ducks into the bar to grab a cup of coffee. With it comes a note on a napkin that reads: Éirinn go brách. Bartending duty is yours today. Enjoy.
"What, are you kiddin' me?"
Bar doesn't answer.
"This's a bad idea, y'know. A real bad idea. I mean, c'mon. Is this some kinda joke? It's me you're asking, remember? Y'know, the one with the-- the problem."
There's a pause before another napkin appears: You'll be fine. You can do it, hose boy. XOXO
"Hose--?!" Glaring at Bar, he quickly crumples up the napkin and stuffs it into his back pocket, making sure that nobody else saw what was written on it.
Oh, well. Nothing else to do but hope that he won't break his sobriety streak, and pray that Security won't have to show up if he does.
[OOC: Open forever! Thread-hopping/mingling encouraged! ALSO -- please see this note about Tommy in this particular situation.]
[tinytags: Merrick Bailton]
Tommy, casually dressed in his Iceholes street hockey t-shirt, ducks into the bar to grab a cup of coffee. With it comes a note on a napkin that reads: Éirinn go brách. Bartending duty is yours today. Enjoy.
"What, are you kiddin' me?"
Bar doesn't answer.
"This's a bad idea, y'know. A real bad idea. I mean, c'mon. Is this some kinda joke? It's me you're asking, remember? Y'know, the one with the-- the problem."
There's a pause before another napkin appears: You'll be fine. You can do it, hose boy. XOXO
"Hose--?!" Glaring at Bar, he quickly crumples up the napkin and stuffs it into his back pocket, making sure that nobody else saw what was written on it.
Oh, well. Nothing else to do but hope that he won't break his sobriety streak, and pray that Security won't have to show up if he does.
Happy St. Patrick's Day
| Beer | Whiskey |
| Guinness | Bushmill's |
| Guinness | Jameson |
| and Guinness | Connemara |
Green Beer (alcoholic & non-alcoholic) also available if you like that sort of sh
Ladies, get today's specials FREE if you kiss your bartender!
He's Irish and also a fireman!
Ladies, get today's specials FREE if you kiss your bartender!
He's Irish and also a fireman!
[OOC: Open forever! Thread-hopping/mingling encouraged! ALSO -- please see this note about Tommy in this particular situation.]
[tinytags: Merrick Bailton]
Young!Sam Axe/ Burn Notice
Mar. 17th, 2012 06:15 pmhoochedsealSam walks in to the bar he's on his first week in Annapolis. It's a little harder then he would like to admit. But, at the same time he's actually enjoying it.
Walking to a table he looks around. This doesn't look at at all what he expected the inside of the little dive to look like. But he's impressed and will have to remember this place.
"Nice," Is all that's said as he takes another look around.
[OOC: Sam is back as his 17-18 year old self so his mun can be mean to him in OOM's.]
Walking to a table he looks around. This doesn't look at at all what he expected the inside of the little dive to look like. But he's impressed and will have to remember this place.
"Nice," Is all that's said as he takes another look around.
[OOC: Sam is back as his 17-18 year old self so his mun can be mean to him in OOM's.]
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Mar. 17th, 2012 09:38 pmsees_them_tooLuna has a warm mug of butterbeer, a pink quill, and a letter to her father laid out on the table in front of her.
In the main, the letter looks done. A page of news about classes, the weather, and the latest interesting thing that happened in the Ravenclaw common room. Luna is now doodling in the margins – designs, small drawings, symbols, and the random rune. Anyone looking it over (and anyone who has recently joined a secret student organization knows by now that the mail is being watched) would think she’s just adding some decoration.
But if you think like a Lovegood the doodles would convey, We’ve found the Room of Requirement, and it’s such a wonderful place to train! We’ve learned more about Defense Against the Dark Arts in a couple of lessons than we’ve learned all year so far. Don’t worry – I’m being careful. And I’m very handy at disarming, now. Love always, Luna.
Young Miss Lovegood has become part of the Ministry of Magic’s worst nightmare. Dad will be so proud.
In the main, the letter looks done. A page of news about classes, the weather, and the latest interesting thing that happened in the Ravenclaw common room. Luna is now doodling in the margins – designs, small drawings, symbols, and the random rune. Anyone looking it over (and anyone who has recently joined a secret student organization knows by now that the mail is being watched) would think she’s just adding some decoration.
But if you think like a Lovegood the doodles would convey, We’ve found the Room of Requirement, and it’s such a wonderful place to train! We’ve learned more about Defense Against the Dark Arts in a couple of lessons than we’ve learned all year so far. Don’t worry – I’m being careful. And I’m very handy at disarming, now. Love always, Luna.
Young Miss Lovegood has become part of the Ministry of Magic’s worst nightmare. Dad will be so proud.
