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sunbaked_baker(OOM: In retrospect, negotiations were never not going to break down.)
(ooc: Blood and violence warnings for the easily squicked.)
(ooc: Blood and violence warnings for the easily squicked.)
May. 27th, 2012
sunbaked_baker
Multi-pup post -- by the lake -- morning
May. 27th, 2012 02:28 pmostro_gothTeja is by the lake, going through the forms and stances Ryû Hayabusa taught him, long ago. He still does them, studiously, each morning. They give peace to his soul, clarity to his mind, and rouse his body from the night's sleep. He will acknowledge those that pass by, and speak with them, of course.
Two of his cats, Myrrh and Count, are nearby, watching him. Occasionally, one of them will run over Teja's foot or rub against Teja's ankle because it can't really be allowed for a human to so completely ignore his cats, even if he does it every morning. Taking a breath, Teja might reach down to quickly scritch an ear or rub a furry cheek, before continuing.
If you've got a dog, you need to let or take it out on occasion, unlike a cat who will use a litter box. And if you've got a dog, one constant in your life is going out with the dog first thing in the morning. So Urquhart is outside as well, wearing a big knitted sweater against the unexpected morning chills, and throwing sticks for Franz, his dog, to fetch. He's got a travelling mug of coffee in his hand, and sips from it occasionally as he walks along the shore, and watches the dog run back and forth.
He'll talk to you if he sees you, depending. He's definitely leaving Teja alone, doing his Japanese war-dance or whatever it is; he even whistles to Franz to keep the dog from going and investigating.
Antinoos is out by the lake as well, running. Running is a good way of waking up in the morning; and running in this place has the added benefit of a crisp coldness he can quite appreciate after the sweltering heat of Alexandria. So when Antinoos woke up this morning beside a snoring Hadrian, and slipped out, and found a portal to Milliways instead of a gaggle of waiting flunkies, he was actually glad about it. Egypt is just too hot at this time of year!
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Two of his cats, Myrrh and Count, are nearby, watching him. Occasionally, one of them will run over Teja's foot or rub against Teja's ankle because it can't really be allowed for a human to so completely ignore his cats, even if he does it every morning. Taking a breath, Teja might reach down to quickly scritch an ear or rub a furry cheek, before continuing.
He'll talk to you if he sees you, depending. He's definitely leaving Teja alone, doing his Japanese war-dance or whatever it is; he even whistles to Franz to keep the dog from going and investigating.
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areyoumyjollyYes, the mermaid has dragged herself out of the water, shifted all the way to human, put on a loose short little dress she keeps handy for that, and walked on increasingly steady legs to the bar, ordered a milk shake and a tuna sandwich, and sat down at the bar, her long bare legs crossed in a way that reminds you of a mermaid, sitting on a stone, tail-fin tucked under. And for what?
For squid, of course! Squid are considered cute by mermaids, and 'Tentacles of Our Waves' is on. At some stage between her first visit inside and now, Tamara has caught sight of it, and decided she likes it, and wants more of it. And now, she's getting more. And a milk shake.
We can't tell what Sirona has been up to in her world, but it was probably stressful and involved a lot of deviousness, because when she comes through the door, she wears a pin-striped business suit, heels, almost no make-up, and her hair is dark.
She seems quite relieved to finally have found the bar: she kicks off her heel, takes off the jacket, sits on a bar stool not far from Tamara, spares the squopera a curious glance while her coffee appears, then takes her computer from her briefcase and starts it up.
There is a ladder in her black hose, on the back of her right calf, running halfway up.
Margolotta is having tea, at a table not far from the fireplace. To a vampire, other people's morning is more like evening, so it's a herbal tea with a subtle scent and favour of cocoa shells. She is reading in a small leather-bound book, stroking a small unidentified furry creature in her lap, and smiling to herself.
He jumper, though, isn't pink as it often is, but spring green, and the pattern isn't bats but small dark green flowers. Apparently, somebody has made it for her, and she is faithfully wearing it.
She is, of course, quite botherable as always.
Tower is by the bar as well, leaning on a corner, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper, at which he chuckles at times.
In his mug there appears to be strong black coffee, hot and slow-moving like lava.
He feels like taking a holiday. It's not the right time for him now. The world is being pestered by somebody else at the moment, and Tower considers the Caribbean inlet at least for a short break. There's a mermaid there, isn't there? He could really have fun with mermaids...
He ignores the squid thing.
Lorenzo, finally, is at a table just a few feet away from the bar. He's got a cup of something in his hand but hasn't sipped from it for many minutes now.
He's staring at the screen over the bar. There are squid on it. Squid!!
Now, that would be something to really surprise Leo.
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For squid, of course! Squid are considered cute by mermaids, and 'Tentacles of Our Waves' is on. At some stage between her first visit inside and now, Tamara has caught sight of it, and decided she likes it, and wants more of it. And now, she's getting more. And a milk shake.
She seems quite relieved to finally have found the bar: she kicks off her heel, takes off the jacket, sits on a bar stool not far from Tamara, spares the squopera a curious glance while her coffee appears, then takes her computer from her briefcase and starts it up.
There is a ladder in her black hose, on the back of her right calf, running halfway up.
He jumper, though, isn't pink as it often is, but spring green, and the pattern isn't bats but small dark green flowers. Apparently, somebody has made it for her, and she is faithfully wearing it.
She is, of course, quite botherable as always.
In his mug there appears to be strong black coffee, hot and slow-moving like lava.
He feels like taking a holiday. It's not the right time for him now. The world is being pestered by somebody else at the moment, and Tower considers the Caribbean inlet at least for a short break. There's a mermaid there, isn't there? He could really have fun with mermaids...
He ignores the squid thing.
He's staring at the screen over the bar. There are squid on it. Squid!!
Now, that would be something to really surprise Leo.
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May. 27th, 2012 03:09 pmsky_childLink has made a new friend! Kind of. The pink thing invited itself to his booth while he was at the bar getting a snack and a drink. He doesn't really care, as long as the pink thing doesn't try to mess up the wood carving he's working on, although he is rather disturbed by the thing's tendency to stare at his snack, mumbling pathetic little "Poyo"s when he does.
What does poyo even mean anyway?
Tiny tag: Kirby
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What does poyo even mean anyway?
Tiny tag: Kirby
[ as always, just say who you wanna tag ]
There's one in every family.
May. 27th, 2012 08:12 pmwinter_arrows[OOM: Curious about the Norse afterlife? Poor Jeremy sure wasn't. Small warnings for... well, there's dead people in the story. It's the afterlife. That's where they go.]
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May. 27th, 2012 10:06 pm12goingon113Aang wasn't planning on coming to Milliways, but he does.
You see, what he was really trying to do was flee from the GIANT FREAKIN' DRAGON that was coming straight for him. He took one step backwards, then another, and was considering a third when suddenly the world around him changed.
Just as before he was moving away from a forest, but...this wasn't the forest. A second ago there was a town behind him. A town full of people depending on him to not only defend them from Hei Bai, but return to them the loved ones the angry spirit had taken. Loved ones like Sokka. Katara was just here, promising Appa that there could be moon peaches in his future when both he and Sokka emerged from the forest.
Aang turns, and his suspicions are confirmed. Where there was once a town, now stands a lake.
"....monkeyfeathers. Why is the spirit world so messed up?!"
You see, what he was really trying to do was flee from the GIANT FREAKIN' DRAGON that was coming straight for him. He took one step backwards, then another, and was considering a third when suddenly the world around him changed.
Just as before he was moving away from a forest, but...this wasn't the forest. A second ago there was a town behind him. A town full of people depending on him to not only defend them from Hei Bai, but return to them the loved ones the angry spirit had taken. Loved ones like Sokka. Katara was just here, promising Appa that there could be moon peaches in his future when both he and Sokka emerged from the forest.
Aang turns, and his suspicions are confirmed. Where there was once a town, now stands a lake.
"....monkeyfeathers. Why is the spirit world so messed up?!"
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May. 27th, 2012 10:25 pmfireinthehole[Immediately prior.]
First is the screen door, second is the front door, and the front door doesn't lead into the vestibule.
Boyd blinks at Milliways for a good thirty seconds before shuffling in further.
He's not bleeding enough from the face, from the split lip or the nose, to drip on the floor, and being as his intent was to collapse into bed, he might as well have another drink first to see if his face gets numb.
(If that dandy of a doctor shows up and says a damn word, Boyd will not be responsible for the consequences.)
First is the screen door, second is the front door, and the front door doesn't lead into the vestibule.
Boyd blinks at Milliways for a good thirty seconds before shuffling in further.
He's not bleeding enough from the face, from the split lip or the nose, to drip on the floor, and being as his intent was to collapse into bed, he might as well have another drink first to see if his face gets numb.
(If that dandy of a doctor shows up and says a damn word, Boyd will not be responsible for the consequences.)
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May. 27th, 2012 11:21 pmsunbaked_baker(OOM: Some bad days start well before sunrise.)
When the bar appears in her bakery door, Sunshine barely blinks at it. Most reaction is... beyond her, right now. Nevertheless, she takes the door's offer and steps through.
She doesn't stop at the bar, or anywhere in the bar proper. The door to the lake area opens before her without her laying a hand on it; she doesn't even have to slow down. The heavily overcast day doesn't even phase her. Moving clouds is just another form of moving things with magic, right? Just a different sort of push.
Ten seconds later, the clouds are gone. The sky is a clear and cheerful blue, the noon sun beaming down on the baker sitting down by the lake. Her knees are bent, her head down, resting on her arms. Instead of having her arms crossed atop her knees, or having her arms around her knees, Rae holds them crossed at the wrist, out beyond her drawn-up knees, as though bound. Or as though she can't stand the idea of her hands touching anything.
When the bar appears in her bakery door, Sunshine barely blinks at it. Most reaction is... beyond her, right now. Nevertheless, she takes the door's offer and steps through.
She doesn't stop at the bar, or anywhere in the bar proper. The door to the lake area opens before her without her laying a hand on it; she doesn't even have to slow down. The heavily overcast day doesn't even phase her. Moving clouds is just another form of moving things with magic, right? Just a different sort of push.
Ten seconds later, the clouds are gone. The sky is a clear and cheerful blue, the noon sun beaming down on the baker sitting down by the lake. Her knees are bent, her head down, resting on her arms. Instead of having her arms crossed atop her knees, or having her arms around her knees, Rae holds them crossed at the wrist, out beyond her drawn-up knees, as though bound. Or as though she can't stand the idea of her hands touching anything.
