During 1.05, that still small voice

[the_fairest]

Emma went off with Henry shortly before she got the phone call asking her if she could cover an evening volunteering shift. Their volunteer was sick, and everyone else was down covering the incident at the old mines. She said, yes, even if she'd hesitated, pacing the kitchen hearing Emma's words again.

Changing upstairs the linen closet door closet caught her eye, and it's only a shy, quiet 'Bibbity Boppity Boo?' before she's looking in on that magical bar again. For the first time without Emma, either in there or from within her house. No. Their house.

Maybe she'll look around for a while, before heading back to the hospital.


Starting with a drink at the bar.




Tiny Tag: Mary Margaret Blanchard

Happy hour

[likesthecoat]

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Strawberry basil mojito
Springtime Manhattan
The Bookworm

COFFEE
ANY WAY YOU LIKE IT

Ianto is feeling the change in seasons.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: Outside the Megaton city walls, Ellen meets people she never expected to see again.]

Ellen did her absolute best to scrub up and look as presentable as humanly possible a few hours ago, and it shows. Her Brotherhood green fatigues could only be cleaner if a commercial laundry operation were involved, her boots are as blacked and polished as she could manage, and her Gauss rifle and AEP7 laser pistol have been meticulously cleaned and tuned to perfection. Frankly, if she walked through the corridors of the War Department in 2077, no one would bat an eye.

Of course, since she's coming in from the streets of Megaton in 2278 with Dogmeat at her heels, it's another story. "Bar?" she says without batting an eye as soon as she enters. "I really kind of need something serious to drink. Can we skip the soda and the beer and just go straight to whiskey, please? And food for my dog, but... I just need a drink."

It has been that kind of day, even though nobody's gotten shot or poisoned or stung. Hopefully it will be a little better here, soon.



[tinytag: James West, Jr.; Amanda Hayes]

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[thenewblack]

Artemis has a clock radio in her hands and damp hair on her head when she comes in.

“Can I get a book on electronics, some tools and a breakfast shake? Thanks.”

Order placed she takes a booth and starts turning the radio over looking for where it should come apart.

Botherable.

Tiny Tag: Artemis Crock

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[tesla_bot]

Robo has his laptop with him today. It's a good time to check in on the projects he has running here, anything that Jordan might have dropped off.

"You have mail."

”One thousand, two hundred and fourteen messages. What happened here?”

Distractions welcome!

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[notinthebook]

There's something different about Emma tonight.

Could be the shiny new deputy badge clipped to her belt, catching the light with every step she takes.

Could be the fact that her jeans are covered in patches of dirt and dust, her face is smudged, her hair is a little wild, and the shirt under her jacket is looking decidedly the worse for wear.

Could be the stubborn way her jaw is set and the frustration that's got her walking so rapidly up to the bar and sliding onto a stool at the far end, where it's a little dimmer, a little quieter, and she can drink the whiskey she's ordered in peace.

Of course, it might be the way her hand shakes, just slightly, when she lifts the tumbler.  But that would be a whole lot harder to tell.

[Ting tag: Emma Swan. Warning: may be spoilers for OUaT Episode 5 in comments.]

(no subject)

[ellectrical]

[OOM: Day 0


No warnings, except now very much AU.]

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[gavin62truck]

[OOM: Tommy learns a new word.]

[OOC: Warnings for stupid innuendos and a good amount of extremely juvenile foul language. Inspired by this thread with Clementine. All the apologies. All of them.]

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[balancingminds]

Due to two lessons on shielding, Charles has been thinking about the metaphors that are used to learn and make sense of abstract concepts and few things are more abstract than the workings of the mind. It's something he's always been fascinated by as how he pictures his shields has changed as he's grown older.

Currently he's at a table with a notebook, an illustrated book about historic battlements, his personal copy of The Once and Future King and the remains of his tea as he puts down the chronology of his mental walls.

Every once in a while, he'll look around and listen, savoring the diversity of minds here before returning to work. Perhaps no one will ever read this but it's useful for his own knowledge.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Antinoos, Wing
OOC: Charles is passively listening to thoughts so please include them in the narration of your tags or if he won't be able to hear your characters thoughts, explain what he will encounter. Thank you.

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[puckishly]

Puck feels fairly confident he's going to beat Coyote at her own game.

... Okay, it's not her own game, exactly. Nor is it really his.

But he's been silent for near to twenty-five days by now (also known as four) and he's reasonably sure he's not going to break now!

Nevertheless, being so quiet is rather exhausting. This may explain why he is flopped full length on a couch by the fire, staring dreamily up at the rafters.

Havelock's likely up there somewhere.

He nearly always is.

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[fallsinplace]

Domino is sitting at the bar, as usual. What's not usual about the picture is how happy she looks. She glances at her left hand every now and then, mostly at the ring she's wearing (her only piece of jewelry). She doesn't even attempt to mask her glee when she sees it, which is pretty exhilarating for someone who doesn't even like people to know her real name.

She has a beer that she's working on while reading a book, a small basket of flavored potato chips by her book. She's more than willing to share the chips, if you don't mind her insane cheerfulness.

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[noteful]

It's a good night for a puzzle, at least in Meg's opinion.

Renoir's The Umbrellas is, therefore, spread out across the top of her table in 550 pieces, all neatly turned face up and vaguely grouped by color.

Meg is just finishing putting the border together.

Assistance would probably be welcome.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom 1: Enzo and Dot formulate a plan to help Guppy with the builders.
oom 2: "I'm not sure why it was labelled 'Apocalypse', but he was very insistant when he came to ask us how to spell it"]

Guppy is sitting outside, in the sun, with both kids. Fry is racing up and down the path on his scooter, and Coral is jumping in mud with her wellies on.

Come join them!

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[demisemidemon]

[Not-really-OOM: In which Clare and Flemeth encounter each other by the lake, have a pleasant conversation, and are clearly destined to be the best of friends!

Um, or something.]