Jul. 31st, 2012
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Jul. 31st, 2012 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crabbycustomerIt has been entirely too long since he refreshed his notice, Karkat is guiltily aware.
( ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS )
And indeed he is signed in. He is also sitting around the bar being as grey and horned as he knows how to be, banging away at his purple crab-legged laptop. He's revising his screenplay, which has been in mothballs for a while.
Apparently past him was too busy relentlessly abusing his own autoerotic shameglobes to bother to even try to breathe any life into this limp, pathetic attempt at romantic dialogue. It is an embarrassment surpassing ten thousand previous egregious self-embarrassments..
( ATTENTION BAR DENIZENS )
And indeed he is signed in. He is also sitting around the bar being as grey and horned as he knows how to be, banging away at his purple crab-legged laptop. He's revising his screenplay, which has been in mothballs for a while.
Apparently past him was too busy relentlessly abusing his own autoerotic shameglobes to bother to even try to breathe any life into this limp, pathetic attempt at romantic dialogue. It is an embarrassment surpassing ten thousand previous egregious self-embarrassments..
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Jul. 31st, 2012 12:48 pmfireintheholeIt's easiest for Boyd to stay out of the common parts of the house as much as possible for several reasons, only a few of which he will admit to himself. The first is that he works as much as he can (and as much as he can stand). The second is that when he's not working, he's sleeping, with the door shut. (Or he's reading with the door shut.) The third is that he is still attempting to show his landlady as much respect as possible, and given their -- his -- past, the polite thing to do is to pay his rent so she can pay the mortgage (and fix little problems with the house without her having to say anything) and stay out of her way. The fourth is that he still drinks, and she does not, and she doesn't want it in the house, so his strict adherence to the letter and intent of her law means not keeping anything in his truck or anywhere on the property.
The fifth he will not admit to himself, because it is improper. Boyd is putting his energies behind being proper, where his landlady is concerned.
So: here's Boyd Crowder at the bar, showered and scrubbed, lunchbox at his feet, fresh out of a mine with something brown at his hand and two books he's trying to decide between. It's probably not going to be Night Comes to the Cumberlands until he's a drink or two in; while knowledge about what's come before you is important, there is also a time and a place for everything, and in this particular case the time and the place is when Boyd is well on his way to drunk.
The fifth he will not admit to himself, because it is improper. Boyd is putting his energies behind being proper, where his landlady is concerned.
So: here's Boyd Crowder at the bar, showered and scrubbed, lunchbox at his feet, fresh out of a mine with something brown at his hand and two books he's trying to decide between. It's probably not going to be Night Comes to the Cumberlands until he's a drink or two in; while knowledge about what's come before you is important, there is also a time and a place for everything, and in this particular case the time and the place is when Boyd is well on his way to drunk.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 02:30 pmdeath_gone_madThis morning the grey kitten version of Gielinor's goddess of Death and Rebirth left Milliways the same way she entered just before the version Milliways is more familiar with descended from room 60 carrying a grotesquely oversized lobster pot.
She might bump into people with it on her way to the Caribbean inlet, but it might be more likely to find her on the jetty that was built for docking boats there. There are some nice rocks to sit on, and on one of them, she relaxes and enjoys a marrentil cigar, with a bottle of the unsanitary swill called Braindeath 'Rum', an axe, and rope leading out to the submerged lobster pot nearby.
She's going to catch whatever has been smashing her lobster pots up before, she can feel it. But in the meanwhile she's botherable.
She might bump into people with it on her way to the Caribbean inlet, but it might be more likely to find her on the jetty that was built for docking boats there. There are some nice rocks to sit on, and on one of them, she relaxes and enjoys a marrentil cigar, with a bottle of the unsanitary swill called Braindeath 'Rum', an axe, and rope leading out to the submerged lobster pot nearby.
She's going to catch whatever has been smashing her lobster pots up before, she can feel it. But in the meanwhile she's botherable.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 03:50 pmabitofawildmanNo matter how exhausting the day may have been, or how trying the rest of the week is looking to become, it is entirely beneath the honor and dignity of Commander Bumi to be seen in the likes of a dive bar such as this.
Which is why he's in civilian garb and going by the name Chong when he quietly leaves the barracks and heads towards Drink.
Bless the Earth Kingdom for being so large and varied and bursting at the seams with disreputable drinking establishments. It makes it a perfect place for a high ranking member of the military to escape the daily demands of dealing with the life that comes from being a high ranking member of the military.
Of course, when he opens the door it's not the interior of Drink that he sees, but something leagues better. With a rather wicked grin he turns back to see if anyone on the street has noticed that the door he's holding open does not go where it did a moment ago.
"Even better," he says to no one as he enters Milliways and allows the door to latch behind him.
Dressed in his Jazz-Age if it happened in Mainland China outfit, Chong makes his way towards the bar and orders himself a drink.
The day is looking up.
Which is why he's in civilian garb and going by the name Chong when he quietly leaves the barracks and heads towards Drink.
Bless the Earth Kingdom for being so large and varied and bursting at the seams with disreputable drinking establishments. It makes it a perfect place for a high ranking member of the military to escape the daily demands of dealing with the life that comes from being a high ranking member of the military.
Of course, when he opens the door it's not the interior of Drink that he sees, but something leagues better. With a rather wicked grin he turns back to see if anyone on the street has noticed that the door he's holding open does not go where it did a moment ago.
"Even better," he says to no one as he enters Milliways and allows the door to latch behind him.
Dressed in his Jazz-Age if it happened in Mainland China outfit, Chong makes his way towards the bar and orders himself a drink.
The day is looking up.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 03:53 pmthekidfrombrooklynSteve has made good use of his time in Milliways, and his drawings are done.
(The two he's giving away are. The third, he's not sure what to do with.)
He's put them into envelopes with thin pieces of cardboard, one addressed to David Posner and the other to Ellen Park. Ellen's envelope has postcards and photographs, too, from the western leg of the USO tour: California beaches, Nevada deserts, Arizona canyons, Utah rock formations, Washington forests. He's even added a few comics of his own--literally, his own, including the first Captain America issue where he socks Hitler on the jaw right on the cover.
And when he stops at the bar to drop them off, what's waiting for him but another parcel from Ellen? Even the partial pages make him smile. He loves seeing how comics are done in other places and times--he's learning so much.
( David Posner )
( Ellen Park )
With the envelopes in Bar's care, Steve orders that cup of abulita and starts looking over the comics Ellen left for him. Time stands still while he's here--he feels no guilt about putting off his return.
(The two he's giving away are. The third, he's not sure what to do with.)
He's put them into envelopes with thin pieces of cardboard, one addressed to David Posner and the other to Ellen Park. Ellen's envelope has postcards and photographs, too, from the western leg of the USO tour: California beaches, Nevada deserts, Arizona canyons, Utah rock formations, Washington forests. He's even added a few comics of his own--literally, his own, including the first Captain America issue where he socks Hitler on the jaw right on the cover.
And when he stops at the bar to drop them off, what's waiting for him but another parcel from Ellen? Even the partial pages make him smile. He loves seeing how comics are done in other places and times--he's learning so much.
( David Posner )
( Ellen Park )
With the envelopes in Bar's care, Steve orders that cup of abulita and starts looking over the comics Ellen left for him. Time stands still while he's here--he feels no guilt about putting off his return.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 06:41 pmrabbitworthyDarius is looking a bit dingy when he comes into the bar tonight. It's kind of ridiculous just how difficult it is to keep a white uniform white in District Twelve. There's a definite grey-ish hue to his from the coal dust that has settled over it.
He was going to ask Bar for a clean change of clothes, but when he got to the counter, he received a note asking him to tend bar instead.
Figuring that if Bar didn't mind his appearance, he wouldn't either, he set up a quick list of specials:
Wine
Beer
Lemonade
He still has a bit to learn before he can try anything more complicated.
He was going to ask Bar for a clean change of clothes, but when he got to the counter, he received a note asking him to tend bar instead.
Figuring that if Bar didn't mind his appearance, he wouldn't either, he set up a quick list of specials:
Wine
Beer
Lemonade
He still has a bit to learn before he can try anything more complicated.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 09:11 pmmissmarybennetMary is quite proud of herself. Today in the lake she had managed to propel herself several feet through the water, several times. And she had floated on her back for a good long while, though she still isn’t fond of the sound of water rushing in her ears.
She’s back in her brown morning dress now, sitting on the Milliways hearth with wet hair streaming down her back, waiting for it to dry before she goes home. She has paper, a quill and a pot of ink, and, using a book as a makeshift desk, is writing a letter to Jane in London.
Or trying to.
Mary makes a face, balls up the sheet of paper she’s been writing on, and turns to toss it into the flames in the hearth.
Trying to write interesting correspondence without Milliways creeping into it is hard some days. No doubt Jane would have found Mary’s comment about a horseback ride immediately followed by swimming practice leaving her so tired that she’d nearly fallen asleep during dinner very curious indeed.
She’s back in her brown morning dress now, sitting on the Milliways hearth with wet hair streaming down her back, waiting for it to dry before she goes home. She has paper, a quill and a pot of ink, and, using a book as a makeshift desk, is writing a letter to Jane in London.
Or trying to.
Mary makes a face, balls up the sheet of paper she’s been writing on, and turns to toss it into the flames in the hearth.
Trying to write interesting correspondence without Milliways creeping into it is hard some days. No doubt Jane would have found Mary’s comment about a horseback ride immediately followed by swimming practice leaving her so tired that she’d nearly fallen asleep during dinner very curious indeed.
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Jul. 31st, 2012 09:19 pmmakesmeateaseGuess what time it is?
It's tea time. At least it is for Inara, who has a teapot in front of her. She's seated near the Observation Window, waiting for the tea to finish steeping. She looks deep in contemplation as she stares at the tea pot, until a waitrat skitters up to her, handing her several cups.
She smiles, taking the cups, the bangles on her arms jingling and jangling. "Xièxie nĭ."
Come join?
[honestly, open forever. i miss rping and i just wanna play and i never seem to be around when others are. so open forEVERRRRRR.]
It's tea time. At least it is for Inara, who has a teapot in front of her. She's seated near the Observation Window, waiting for the tea to finish steeping. She looks deep in contemplation as she stares at the tea pot, until a waitrat skitters up to her, handing her several cups.
She smiles, taking the cups, the bangles on her arms jingling and jangling. "Xièxie nĭ."
Come join?
[honestly, open forever. i miss rping and i just wanna play and i never seem to be around when others are. so open forEVERRRRRR.]
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Jul. 31st, 2012 10:14 pmcutting_edgex23Millitimed to several weeks ago.
[OOM: X is a gentle teacher for beginners. Mike is not a beginner.
or
Everyone loves the smell of adamantium in the morning.]
[OOM: X is a gentle teacher for beginners. Mike is not a beginner.
or
Everyone loves the smell of adamantium in the morning.]
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Jul. 31st, 2012 11:22 pmboston_bruiserIs your pup in the gym?
Do they have a hankering for rap music?
Well, either way, they’d have to be deaf not to hear the sampling of underground hip-hop Voodoo’s put on for a workout mix.
His hands are taped, his shirt and shoes are off, and he’s currently working the everloving shit out of a speed bag in the corner.
(The mun would not be surprised if his music could be heard Bar-wide. Not in the least.)
[OOC: HOLY SHIT YOU GUISE. SO MANY TAGS. Open 'til I say otherwise, and I promise I'll keep up as best I can, just allow sporadic slowtimes for multiple threads. (And also flailing and hyperventilating into a paper bag.)]
Do they have a hankering for rap music?
Well, either way, they’d have to be deaf not to hear the sampling of underground hip-hop Voodoo’s put on for a workout mix.
His hands are taped, his shirt and shoes are off, and he’s currently working the everloving shit out of a speed bag in the corner.
(The mun would not be surprised if his music could be heard Bar-wide. Not in the least.)
[OOC: HOLY SHIT YOU GUISE. SO MANY TAGS. Open 'til I say otherwise, and I promise I'll keep up as best I can, just allow sporadic slowtimes for multiple threads. (And also flailing and hyperventilating into a paper bag.)]
