First EP

[notyetwritten]

A haggard, unwashed man slumps through the doorway with his eyes closed as he removes his reading glasses and rubs his temples. He has been fighting off sleep for a long time, both to finish the work he must do to delay the inevitable for another few weeks and to avoid the pull of his own uneasy dreams.

His work is nowhere near finished, but if his theory is correct, Riven should be stable enough to be safe during a brief period of rest. Not a long one, but if his dreams don't wake him, his mechanical alarm certainly will. Catherine would survive.

Tomorrow it would begin again, but right now it can wait. Right now it is time for Atrus to take his rest. Right now...he is standing in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by unfamiliar people, and unfamiliar species. This looks nothing like K'veer.

Atrus blinks and rubs his eyes once again. Was he dreaming? Or had he gone mad at last? Given that the man been awake for days (and hasn't seen another soul for months), one might forgive him for being less than entirely certain. Or articulate.

"Wh...what?"

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[vance_prime]

For once, neither of the Vance-Freeman twins are accompanying Alyx as she enters Milliways. Instead, she has a large stack of papers--some computer printouts, some hand-written notes. She settles into a booth and orders a sandwich from a passing waitrat before starting to lay out the papers on the table.

...you know things must be really stressful in the Greenbrier right now if going over Kleiner and Magnusson's conflicting notes on the Combine Overworld data seems like a more attractive option.

(what would happen if)

[scarred_grin]

Long story short, Loki has a promise to keep and a commission to deliver, and since Weyland's upstairs working on something and Skaði's still off in her world, and he's been such a good giant lately (and when he's been bad he's been amazing)--well, why not have fun with it, why not show off a little? So here he is in his original form--though not his original body, that being a bit tied up elsewhere; nor in anything approaching the fashions of his people, because yawn.

So pretend it's the early 70s, where men were girls, women were boys and anybody could be a fabulous alien-angel-god-thing and nobody thought twice about it (well, nobody they listened to anyway). And here is Loki, tall and lean and beautiful in an androgynous way; he's got longish red hair tousled into perfect morning-after bedhead, and stubble that doesn't hide his mouth scars at all. While he is, as he had promised Teja, not naked, if his shiny trousers were any tighter or any lower--well, he already won't try sitting down in them, but he doesn't mind because he looks good. And while he doesn't need platform boots, being plenty tall already, why not commit to the look? Oh, and there's glitter, the main reason he didn't bother wearing a shirt; no matter how much of it he sheds in motion or contact, he never seems to be wearing any less of it somehow.

And he's radiating--maybe he's bored and showing off, maybe he's trying to recruit, but he's radiating heat and energy that can be felt a couple feet away from him (and if you come into physical contact with him you'll be finding glitter for days, but that's not magic, that's just what glitter does). It's easy enough for him to do, but his metaphorical furnace needs fuel, and you know what that means--up to the bar he goes for some drinks, and to see what happens.

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

[open all weekend]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[Out of Milliways: Ellen's off to the RobCo factory to get the place on its feet again! Or, rather, four Scribes are, and Paladin 101 just happens to be in charge, if you listen to Scribe Peabody....]

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[chief_mom]

OOM: A little sleeping in, a little smooching, a little romantic schmoopy teasing, and a picnic. After their romantic night, a quieter afternoon by the lake is what Henry and Karen need to sort some things out.

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[blowupthefloats]

Even though it's about a week before the actual events (and that said events are taking place in London, not New York), Olympic fever pretty much has Manhattan in its grip.

What other explanation could there be for Munch's theme for the specials board tonight?

Tonight's Specials
Gold Record
Silver King Cocktail
Bronze Dragon
Olympic

Hitting the Books Multi-pup

[seat_five_girl]

The recent conversation with Guppy-sensei has pointed out exactly how long Ako has been Bound. At over a year it’s time to hit the books or she’ll have no idea what class is about when she finally gets back.

Which is why she has syllabi in Japanese, a small stack of textbooks almost all in Japanese and a stack of notebooks to write in.

Of course, she’s also outside with all of this is in the grass and the sunlight on a blanket, because nice weather is a treasure.

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Artemis on the other hand has a collection of internet printouts and a hardcover book on Mars being neglected to stare at the obituary for another universe’s iteration of the Justice League.

That was not the news she expected to see at the start of her summer vacation.

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Robo has a stack of printouts himself, mostly rocket designs with a few jets added in for flavor. He’s going to grab so extra time to save some astronauts. It’s not like you can pull over and call triple A for tow in space.

[OOC: Open for everyone and for ever!]

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[missmarybennet]

According to Mr. Lowell, the sketches in a naturalist’s notebook should be more about accuracy than artistic merit. It is, he explained, about seeing the world as it is rather than a romanticized version of it. Mary had pointed out that his sketches were both accurate and reasonably artistic (he’d been drawing a rabbit that they spotted by the pond). He’d said it was just the result of a lot of practice.

That had made sense to Mary, so she’s practicing, her own notebook on the table before her. She’s brought a model to the bar with her; one that is much slower and more easily portable than a rabbit. The largish caterpillar is sitting on a square of stiff parchment, eating its way through a scattering of leaves.

Pencil in hand, Mary is attempting to render it as accurately as possible. While simultaneously keeping one wary eye on it.

Just in case it decides to charge.

Botherable.

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[fireandashesagain]

Brenton is sitting on the floor by the fireplace completely unbothered by the heat. Instead he's concentrating on a small mold in front of him and a lump of gold. Holding it in his hand, the gold slowly starts to melt and then turn liquid. The liquid is then poured from his hand into the mold which he then sets on the ground. After that he takes a few shiny stones from a pile he's got and presses them into the mold.

He's already got three pendents made and cooling. They are not, as might be expected, little phoenixes, but instead some sea turtles.

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[v_knidh8er]

It starts simple enough:
A six pack of empty green beer bottles appears on the portion of Bar's top closest to the Lake door.

Completely unremarkable, wouldn't you say?

Could the same thing be said about the fifty pound bag of dry cement that appears next to the bottles?

Or what about when a tiny doorway appears in the wall near the painting to the House of Arch, and five little orange men with green hair emerge singing.

"One million bottles of beer in the Bar
One million bottles of beer
We'll take them out
Pass them around

Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine bottles of beer in the Bar

Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine bottles of beer in the Bar
Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine bottles of beer
We'll take them out
Pass them around
Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall..."

As they sing they make their way from their new doorway towards Bar...and then stop and stare at her.

For a few moments there is an awkward silence, but eventually Bar relocates both the bottles and the cement to the floor where the Loompas are now able to access them. With ease they lift the items and make their way out towards the Lake, singing the entire time.

When they are gone Bar produces twice as many empties, and another large bag of dry cement.

[Reactions mostly, though the Loompas wouldn't say no to some help. One million bottles are nothing to sneeze at.]