Jun. 20th, 2012
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howling_laugh[OOM: Coyote and Dean take a little road trip. They definitely don't bond in any way, or get into any trouble.
You don't believe me, do you? Probably smart not to.]
You don't believe me, do you? Probably smart not to.]
midsummer's bartending
Jun. 20th, 2012 01:56 pmjack_inthegreenThat Green fellow (not that he's actually green--well, not most of the time, and not particularly today, though he does look somewhat more treeish than usual) sits at the bar to enjoy some apple tea when a napkin pops up.
Oh, it's been a very long time since the Bar has asked him to tend. Considering the Long Walk he's just finished (but that's another story for another time), perhaps he might prefer to rest ... and if you think that, you don't know Jack.
ba-dum *CHING*
TODAY'S SPECIALS
Apple and Cinnamon Joy
Strawberry daquiri
Mead
Blessings and apples given on request. I feel generous.
Oh, it's been a very long time since the Bar has asked him to tend. Considering the Long Walk he's just finished (but that's another story for another time), perhaps he might prefer to rest ... and if you think that, you don't know Jack.
ba-dum *CHING*
Apple and Cinnamon Joy
Strawberry daquiri
Mead
Blessings and apples given on request. I feel generous.
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Jun. 20th, 2012 02:20 pmgone_byebyeAll of Times Square was crammed full of people doing yoga today. That wasn't the problem. Ray's New York, after all, is not New-York-Of-The-Slime, where a river of psychomagnetheric substances flows under the city's surface, gathering all the emotional vibes above and discharging it at random. Nor is it New-York-Of-The-Doors, where it seems like hardly a week can go by without discovering some door or hole or passageway in an otherwise perfectly normal city construction project leads to an unspeakable dimension or the end of the world. (Although there was that incident with the Second Avenue subway line's construction, but that was last year.) No, the problem today was that, while all of those people were tranquilly performing mass synchronized yoga in the middle of one of the busiest cities in the world, several blocks over there was an Incident. It involved a class six eruption, three NYPD mounted officers posing for tourists near Rockefeller Center, and the fact that the vast majority of horses haven't got anything even remotely resembling enough willpower to fend off spiritual possession.
The Post is gonna have a field day with the image of those cops hanging on for dear life as their suddenly-ten-feet-tall-and-black-and-snorting-fire mounts rampage through the crowds of screaming yoga practitioners. At least Ecto picked up on the officers' radios during a run to Queequeg's for coffee and the whole mess was brought to a screeching halt before the Three Unwilling Horsemen Of The Not Quite Apocalypse could wreak too much more havoc, but good Lord, this was not a good day at all.
Ray's out back with his lightsaber and his training drone and his concerted effort to forget what happens when ectoplasm, horse manure, and fire all come together at once. It's not going well, so please, if you want to talk to him stay out of saber range until the drone's routine is done. He kind of needs to work some of this off.
The Post is gonna have a field day with the image of those cops hanging on for dear life as their suddenly-ten-feet-tall-and-black-and-snorting-fire mounts rampage through the crowds of screaming yoga practitioners. At least Ecto picked up on the officers' radios during a run to Queequeg's for coffee and the whole mess was brought to a screeching halt before the Three Unwilling Horsemen Of The Not Quite Apocalypse could wreak too much more havoc, but good Lord, this was not a good day at all.
Ray's out back with his lightsaber and his training drone and his concerted effort to forget what happens when ectoplasm, horse manure, and fire all come together at once. It's not going well, so please, if you want to talk to him stay out of saber range until the drone's routine is done. He kind of needs to work some of this off.
Happy(?) birthday, Sunshine!
Jun. 20th, 2012 02:29 pmsunbaked_bakerSummer solstice, when the sun reigns last and longest before it turns and begins its slow retreat southward.
It also happens to be a baker's birthday.
But the baker isn't here, is she? Instead, when the bar door opens, a sixteen-year-old in a red halter-top and torn jean shorts enters, wearing the harrassed look of one who has just escaped a lecture. And on her birthday, too. Charlie always gives a more bearable lecture than her mother, and it usually involved a lot less name-calling and ugly crying, but no one wants to be taken to task for their life choices on their birthday. Even if the lecture included a bribe.
She'll have to think about the offer, but... not now. Not when she's still smarting and irritated from the harangue - she'd need to calm down first. In any case, her birthday present from Ginny, Nikki, and Tony is burning a hole in her pocket. Thankfully not literally. That'd be a waste, after they'd scraped together what they could to get them for her.
Feel free to intercept the teen as she crosses the bar room towards the lake door, or after she's gotten outside and found a comfortable perch on one of the picnic tables. It's a warm, clear June night, full of stars, and she means to enjoy them and her birthday present both. After a momentary flare from her lighter, she settles back, content to be wreathed in the sharp, pungent smoke as she watches the stars. She'll deal with Charlie's offer later.
It also happens to be a baker's birthday.
But the baker isn't here, is she? Instead, when the bar door opens, a sixteen-year-old in a red halter-top and torn jean shorts enters, wearing the harrassed look of one who has just escaped a lecture. And on her birthday, too. Charlie always gives a more bearable lecture than her mother, and it usually involved a lot less name-calling and ugly crying, but no one wants to be taken to task for their life choices on their birthday. Even if the lecture included a bribe.
She'll have to think about the offer, but... not now. Not when she's still smarting and irritated from the harangue - she'd need to calm down first. In any case, her birthday present from Ginny, Nikki, and Tony is burning a hole in her pocket. Thankfully not literally. That'd be a waste, after they'd scraped together what they could to get them for her.
Feel free to intercept the teen as she crosses the bar room towards the lake door, or after she's gotten outside and found a comfortable perch on one of the picnic tables. It's a warm, clear June night, full of stars, and she means to enjoy them and her birthday present both. After a momentary flare from her lighter, she settles back, content to be wreathed in the sharp, pungent smoke as she watches the stars. She'll deal with Charlie's offer later.
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Jun. 20th, 2012 07:21 pmthekidfrombrooklynA little guy walks--well, more like staggers--into the bar.
He's got a bruised eye and his lip and knuckles are bleeding, and his clothes are torn. If you think, "He looks like he was the ass in an ass-kicking," when you look at him, you'd be right.
Still, when he notices that he's in a bar and not his apartment, he actually smiles. True, it's not a very big one, but it's kind of a nice one.
Milliways, meet Steve Rogers. A drink will certainly help the pain. Who wants to buy him one?
[ooc: Rebooted, pre-serum Steve Rogers inna house.]
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Jun. 20th, 2012 07:31 pmthe_gene_genieWhen the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.
[Ashes to Ashes, 3x08
Continuous OOM, just follow the links.
That's the lot, folks! Thanks to those who read.]
A Midsummer Night's EP
Jun. 20th, 2012 07:43 pmalways_the_moonIt's the night before the Summer Sun Celebration, back in Equestria. It was two years ago this very night that Nightmare Moon returned, with rage renewed, and set out to plunge the world into nighttime eternal. And it was two years ago this very night that six heroes from Ponyville unleashed the Elements of Harmony upon Nightmare Moon, purging the spite from her and restoring Princess Luna to her former self.
It gives one pause, to think of it. It does if one is Princess Luna, at least.
This evening, the Monarch of the Moon may be found walking in a slow loop around the lake, lost in thought. She wouldn't mind some company, though she'll deny it to her dying day.
It gives one pause, to think of it. It does if one is Princess Luna, at least.
This evening, the Monarch of the Moon may be found walking in a slow loop around the lake, lost in thought. She wouldn't mind some company, though she'll deny it to her dying day.
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Jun. 20th, 2012 07:56 pmcbucsrule[ Upstairs: So by day they blast the frak out of some robots at the National Guard Depot in the Capital Wasteland, but when they get back? That's when the reality of it sinks in. So what's a guy gonna do about it? Not stay back 200 feet, that's for sure. ]
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Jun. 20th, 2012 08:44 pmalsoagreengrassTonight, Scorpius is lounging about and cooling off in a tree after having a bit of a workout in prepping for Quid Pyramid. He's wearing nothing but a thin undershirt and a pair of shorts, and his trainers have been abandoned at the foot of the tree - who wants to wear shoes while climbing trees, after all.
Why a tree?
Well. He's climbed to a high branch - as high as he can possibly go without it breaking, anyway - and has a really good view of the mountains and the lake.
It's nice.
He likes being outdoors and the higher the better. He'd go higher if he could, but he doesn't have his broom with him today so the tree will have to do.
Unless he got the tree to fly?
Now there's an idea!
Why a tree?
Well. He's climbed to a high branch - as high as he can possibly go without it breaking, anyway - and has a really good view of the mountains and the lake.
It's nice.
He likes being outdoors and the higher the better. He'd go higher if he could, but he doesn't have his broom with him today so the tree will have to do.
Unless he got the tree to fly?
Now there's an idea!
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Jun. 20th, 2012 09:12 pmpuckishlyRiddle me this:
What's a midsummer's eve without a fairy?
A perfectly appalling one, is what. Therefore, there's a fairy in the bar.
In addition to the fairy, there is also a veritable proliferation of sweet-scented blossoms. (You may have previously experienced them as salt shakers, or glasses, or perhaps your napkin. The management sends its apologies.) They are bright and fresh and strewn about tables or the floor, and can occasionally be found winding along rafters.
They also have a tendency to bite.
That, or burst into a shower of sparks (illusory ones, of course-- no heat) upon being touched.
HAPPY MIDSUMMER EVERYONE.
[ooc: notice the flowers or miss them entirely-- they'll be gone in a few hours either way! if you'd like them to do something else, ping and ask and ye shall most likely receive.
puck is here and taggable. <333]
What's a midsummer's eve without a fairy?
A perfectly appalling one, is what. Therefore, there's a fairy in the bar.
In addition to the fairy, there is also a veritable proliferation of sweet-scented blossoms. (You may have previously experienced them as salt shakers, or glasses, or perhaps your napkin. The management sends its apologies.) They are bright and fresh and strewn about tables or the floor, and can occasionally be found winding along rafters.
They also have a tendency to bite.
That, or burst into a shower of sparks (illusory ones, of course-- no heat) upon being touched.
HAPPY MIDSUMMER EVERYONE.
[ooc: notice the flowers or miss them entirely-- they'll be gone in a few hours either way! if you'd like them to do something else, ping and ask and ye shall most likely receive.
puck is here and taggable. <333]
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Jun. 20th, 2012 09:45 pmthe_gene_genieThe door opens.
Then
He walks to the bar from the stairs, straight-backed, white-faced. He orders a bottle of good whiskey, and five packets of fags, and turns for a corner booth, one that gives him a clear view of the door. He’s careful not to catch anyone’s eye.
He sits down, lays his things out, pours a drink, lights a smoke. And watches the door, like it’s the only thing that exists. Maybe he’ll get lucky. Maybe whatever’s out there, the faceless, nameless thing that let him be…this – maybe it’ll cut him a break, once in his miserable - ha! - life.
[OOC: Not at all plotlocked! Open indefinitely. But please, only people who won’t give him a hard time. And apologies if he’s not the most conversational. :\]
