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maxwellsdemon02[OOM: River has a bad dream. Duo gets a rude awakening (and a headache). Just another night for a Gundam pilot and a gunslinger.]
Apr. 16th, 2012
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EP - Lothíriel
Apr. 16th, 2012 02:11 amsea_and_fieldLothíriel was having a good day, as such days go. The air was crisp and clean in her walk back home from the city's granaries. Chilly, she thought, as she wrapped her shawl around her shoulders, but not certainly not as cold as it would be in the coming months. She had just seen to her satisfaction that the city would be well stocked for winter, and was looking forward to an afternoon at home. She was thinking, cheerfully, that perhaps she would have time to settle down with a book after dinner, and after she was done sorting through her correspondence, when she turned the last corner before reaching the house, and ducked through the back entrance.
Only to step into a place that is nothing at all like the corridor leading to the kitchens of the house of the Prince, and a lot more like Dol Amroth's most popular inn, the White Horse, which was impossible, seeing as that is nearer the other end of the city. She peers back around the door -perhaps she had made a wrong turn somewhere - but no, there it was, the same street she had known all her life. Puzzled, Lothíriel hesitantly walks in, slowly weaving through the tables, her keen eyes trying to make sense of the place.
Only to step into a place that is nothing at all like the corridor leading to the kitchens of the house of the Prince, and a lot more like Dol Amroth's most popular inn, the White Horse, which was impossible, seeing as that is nearer the other end of the city. She peers back around the door -perhaps she had made a wrong turn somewhere - but no, there it was, the same street she had known all her life. Puzzled, Lothíriel hesitantly walks in, slowly weaving through the tables, her keen eyes trying to make sense of the place.
chrysopteronThe door opens and a red-haired woman walks in.
If anyone catches a glimpse of the world beyond the door, though, they will see that she has walked in from literally the clear blue sky - no ground or floor or earth to be seen.
"The Fates had always said there were places in the world even I had not yet seen," the woman mumbles to herself, just inside the door. She turns when the door closes behind her and catches sight of the Observation Window - all of Creation sliding into nothingness.
"...how?"
Iris, it's Milliways. You get used to it.
[ooc: off home!]
If anyone catches a glimpse of the world beyond the door, though, they will see that she has walked in from literally the clear blue sky - no ground or floor or earth to be seen.
"The Fates had always said there were places in the world even I had not yet seen," the woman mumbles to herself, just inside the door. She turns when the door closes behind her and catches sight of the Observation Window - all of Creation sliding into nothingness.
"...how?"
Iris, it's Milliways. You get used to it.
[ooc: off home!]
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Apr. 16th, 2012 01:30 pmmissginnytonicGinny walks in to the bar today is not a good day. She's stressed to the max. N.E.W.T classes here killing her, she wasn't sure what was the point of it all. It's not like she wanted to me anything that took a lot of training.
She settles at a table her stuff spread out. As she gets a bit of parchment. and a quill even if she liked notebooks and pens better it wouldn't work for her professors.
Feel free to bother her or tell her there is ink on her nose and chin.
She settles at a table her stuff spread out. As she gets a bit of parchment. and a quill even if she liked notebooks and pens better it wouldn't work for her professors.
Feel free to bother her or tell her there is ink on her nose and chin.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 06:00 pmqueenofmayOn the way between Arch and the Security hallway, Marian stopped off in front of the bar. She set down a small brown box and, with a soft murmur of words, a paper and a fountain pen appeared next to it in front of her.
She wrote for a minute, then closed the letter and slipped it inside the box. Once it vanished, she, too, vanished back off to a shift in the Security Office.
[OOC: No ep. Just a drop-off point for Teja.]
( For Teja, )
She wrote for a minute, then closed the letter and slipped it inside the box. Once it vanished, she, too, vanished back off to a shift in the Security Office.
[OOC: No ep. Just a drop-off point for Teja.]
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Apr. 16th, 2012 06:09 pmjack_inthegreenThe man called Jack Green is at the bar, sketching garden plans and drinking a mint julep.
He doesn't look like much. And certainly not like someone with all the power of nature at his disposal.
He doesn't look like much. And certainly not like someone with all the power of nature at his disposal.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 06:36 pmantivan_rogueOh, but the past few days have indeed been interesting. There is little luxury associated with traveling alongside the Grey Wardens, not that luxury is something he has been expecting. No, death is what he's been expecting, although that is not, apparently, on his personal agenda. He has dealt it out to many others, however, and has cleaned blood both Darkspawn and human from his weapons and armor countless times. Tonight, though, is a night for the fine art of poison-crafting and it is with the acquisition of certain ingredients in mind (he is in possession of the toxin extract and the deathroot, but he is in need of several amounts of distillation agent and as many flasks as he can find) that he steps into the nearest tavern.
Aha. This place. Again? Apparently so. Perhaps he will find what he needs here just as he would anywhere in Thedas. And if not, then, his time will not be wasted. It is far too precious a commodity, and he finds himself under no illusion that he has any of it to spare. But for the grace of the Warden go I, he mutters beneath his breath. It is not a prayer.
It has been years since he prayed. He will, however, have a drink, although he insists on a seat with an excellent and unobscured view of the door.
Aha. This place. Again? Apparently so. Perhaps he will find what he needs here just as he would anywhere in Thedas. And if not, then, his time will not be wasted. It is far too precious a commodity, and he finds himself under no illusion that he has any of it to spare. But for the grace of the Warden go I, he mutters beneath his breath. It is not a prayer.
It has been years since he prayed. He will, however, have a drink, although he insists on a seat with an excellent and unobscured view of the door.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 07:05 pmfindsthesunThere is an Elf (all long limbs and dressed in brown and green) at a table, nimbly unpeeling an orange in a long strip, the dust-like particles from the peel hanging fragrantly in the air (many have settled on him). From the scraps in the bowl next to him, this orange appears to be his third or fourth.
New food is fun!
[OOC: May be slow (hooray, school!), but open until it scrolls! <3]
New food is fun!
[OOC: May be slow (hooray, school!), but open until it scrolls! <3]
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Apr. 16th, 2012 07:52 pmnotefulIt's been a couple of weeks, from Meg's perspective, since last she was here. And that's been all right. Things are still settling out with Alain (and things aren't bad, they're just still settling), and she's been busy with the last month of term.
She hasn't exactly been sorry that Milliways hasn't been lurking behind doorways the past couple of weeks, but she also isn't exactly sorry it has turned up now.
Assuming it more or less behaves itself this evening, of course.
So, fairly thoughtful Canadian university student, sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking mint tea and watching the end of the universe go by.
She hasn't exactly been sorry that Milliways hasn't been lurking behind doorways the past couple of weeks, but she also isn't exactly sorry it has turned up now.
Assuming it more or less behaves itself this evening, of course.
So, fairly thoughtful Canadian university student, sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking mint tea and watching the end of the universe go by.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 08:03 pmcutting_edgex23X slips in through the door to Milliways, hesitating on the threshold even as she pins her Security badge to her belt.
Her gaze scans the room once, then again --
And only then does she make her way over to Bar, settling down so that there is absolutely no way her back can be to the room.
Then she watches.
Everyone.
When she has the badge on her belt, that is her job.
Her gaze scans the room once, then again --
And only then does she make her way over to Bar, settling down so that there is absolutely no way her back can be to the room.
Then she watches.
Everyone.
When she has the badge on her belt, that is her job.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 08:07 pmstarrydomeThe day has stretched into late afternoon and is now hovering just before early evening. Elrond has been taking a walk outside, enjoying the company of trees and birds and the fast-moving clouds above. Now he has returned to Milliways but seeing as how the first star of the evening has just made its appearance, it is only natural that he stops a while before going back inside.
He is looking at the darkening sky, and singing softly, almost without thinking. It is just what you do when you are an elf seeing the first star being lit above.
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel, o menel aglar elenath."
His voice is clear and powerful, his pose relaxed. He is back to feeling at home beneath - and close to - the stars.
He is looking at the darkening sky, and singing softly, almost without thinking. It is just what you do when you are an elf seeing the first star being lit above.
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel, o menel aglar elenath."
His voice is clear and powerful, his pose relaxed. He is back to feeling at home beneath - and close to - the stars.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 09:11 pmbalancingmindsCharles has been working most of today and has decided to not work anymore. He's found a stool at the counter, has a glass of Scotch and has swiveled his stool around to watch the main Bar go by.
Everyone here is fascinating and their thoughts have more variety than the round of adolescent fantasies that most of his students seemed to have in mind. They also reminded him that he's been working too hard and should really change that.
Hopefully Raven's here as well since he hasn't seen her yet and she knows how to get him relaxed.
Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Tommy Gavin
OOC: Charles is listening to the top layer of thoughts, when you tag please include them in your narration. Or if your character has a mental shield of some kind, let me know so that he can react to it. Thank you.
This is open until I say its not.
Everyone here is fascinating and their thoughts have more variety than the round of adolescent fantasies that most of his students seemed to have in mind. They also reminded him that he's been working too hard and should really change that.
Hopefully Raven's here as well since he hasn't seen her yet and she knows how to get him relaxed.
Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Tommy Gavin
OOC: Charles is listening to the top layer of thoughts, when you tag please include them in your narration. Or if your character has a mental shield of some kind, let me know so that he can react to it. Thank you.
This is open until I say its not.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 09:36 pmwhoiwasmeant2beA boy stands awkwardly at the top of the stairs. His breathing comes a bit too fast, and his eyes are a bit too wide to convince anyone that he’s perfectly calm, or that he’s looking forward to what he’s about to do.
Still, he takes a deep breath. Then another. And another. This actually goes on for a while until he finally admits to himself that he’s just stalling, at which point he allows himself one more breath before trudging purposefully down the stairs.
Then he just has to make it through the crowds between the foot of the stairs and the bar, during which his breathing speeds up again and his eyes start darting around nervously. He makes it before he can really panic, and settles onto a barstool as far away from everyone as he can get. Considering that this is Milliways, and that he’s at the bar, that’s not really very far, but he tries anyway. He takes a couple of seconds to calm down, and to look down and make sure that he’s sitting properly. It’s actually kind of a relief, when using a stool, it’s actually kind of appropriate to perch, so it’s not as uncomfortable as it could be.
Leaning forward slightly, the boy speaks softly, the cadence of his words a bit odd, as if he hasn’t used his voice in a while. “Could I have a calendar?” He pauses, then remembers. “Please?” And something else... Oh! “And... a sandwich?”
The calendar appears alone, causing the boy to frown slightly. But then he remembers. “Oh. Um... peanut butter and jelly?” He has fond memories of that one. He thinks.
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Still, he takes a deep breath. Then another. And another. This actually goes on for a while until he finally admits to himself that he’s just stalling, at which point he allows himself one more breath before trudging purposefully down the stairs.
Then he just has to make it through the crowds between the foot of the stairs and the bar, during which his breathing speeds up again and his eyes start darting around nervously. He makes it before he can really panic, and settles onto a barstool as far away from everyone as he can get. Considering that this is Milliways, and that he’s at the bar, that’s not really very far, but he tries anyway. He takes a couple of seconds to calm down, and to look down and make sure that he’s sitting properly. It’s actually kind of a relief, when using a stool, it’s actually kind of appropriate to perch, so it’s not as uncomfortable as it could be.
Leaning forward slightly, the boy speaks softly, the cadence of his words a bit odd, as if he hasn’t used his voice in a while. “Could I have a calendar?” He pauses, then remembers. “Please?” And something else... Oh! “And... a sandwich?”
The calendar appears alone, causing the boy to frown slightly. But then he remembers. “Oh. Um... peanut butter and jelly?” He has fond memories of that one. He thinks.
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Apr. 16th, 2012 10:16 pmsimon_doctor[Out of Milliways: Immediately after the incident last week, Simon has a helpful talk about it with an old friend.]
Simon's been in the bar a little more frequently than usual, lately; he's been keeping a close eye on his patient, and keeping another eye out for a certain other fellow, whose name he never did get.
Right now he's got a mug of coffee, and a table near the bar with a good view of the infirmary corridor. Just in case.
Simon's been in the bar a little more frequently than usual, lately; he's been keeping a close eye on his patient, and keeping another eye out for a certain other fellow, whose name he never did get.
Right now he's got a mug of coffee, and a table near the bar with a good view of the infirmary corridor. Just in case.
