Aug. 14th, 2012
Jessica Drew | First Enterance...again
Aug. 14th, 2012 08:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justdyeditAt the bar is a leggy brunette.
"You're back."
Bar sits there, unimpressed by Jessica's statement.
"My world faces Ragnaroks two and three and there's no sign of you. I break up a mugging and then you show up again?"
A napkin appears which she reads.
"Okay fine. Give me guacamole and we'll call it even."
[tiny tag: Jessica Drew]
"You're back."
Bar sits there, unimpressed by Jessica's statement.
"My world faces Ragnaroks two and three and there's no sign of you. I break up a mugging and then you show up again?"
A napkin appears which she reads.
"Okay fine. Give me guacamole and we'll call it even."
[tiny tag: Jessica Drew]
scots_wolfOn the lawn outside the bar, there's a big white-and-brown spotted dog today, sprawled on the ground, in the process of what looks like getting a massage from a small black cat. That is a thing which happens; kneading is a feline way of showing affection, and dogs do enjoy the attention. 'Cats and dogs' isn't all snark and misread signals, after all. Franz gets on with the forge cats quite well by now, despite the fact that their respective humans aren't overly fond of each other and, at the moment, ignoring each other.
The dog's human, Urquhart, is wandering around in the garden with a hoe and a hose, judiciously watering and weeding. The plants are just growing lustily now and racing towards maturity and completion; all you have to is give them what they need and keep stuff from getting underfoot, and nature will do the rest. He's getting some ripe courgettes, too, to make soup for dinner, and the herbs that go with it.
The cat's human is at the other end of the garden, sitting at a table on the lawn with his computer and a digital camera -- another new thing that Teja is experimenting with. His computer's desktop picture is now a chaotic group shot of a large number of boisterous Viking children with their animals -- cats, a dog, even a cute little goat. But other than that, Teja is sorting through a large and slightly monotonous collection of pictures of weapons and jewellery, preparing a catalogue of examples that he can show prospective customers. He is not trying to compose an answer to Demeter, though; he has given up on that point, at least until Carlotta's wedding feast is over.-
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The dog's human, Urquhart, is wandering around in the garden with a hoe and a hose, judiciously watering and weeding. The plants are just growing lustily now and racing towards maturity and completion; all you have to is give them what they need and keep stuff from getting underfoot, and nature will do the rest. He's getting some ripe courgettes, too, to make soup for dinner, and the herbs that go with it.
The cat's human is at the other end of the garden, sitting at a table on the lawn with his computer and a digital camera -- another new thing that Teja is experimenting with. His computer's desktop picture is now a chaotic group shot of a large number of boisterous Viking children with their animals -- cats, a dog, even a cute little goat. But other than that, Teja is sorting through a large and slightly monotonous collection of pictures of weapons and jewellery, preparing a catalogue of examples that he can show prospective customers. He is not trying to compose an answer to Demeter, though; he has given up on that point, at least until Carlotta's wedding feast is over.-
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Aug. 14th, 2012 09:04 pmkitchen_maidWithout delay,
But careful not
To lose the way.
Into the woods,
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?]
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Aug. 14th, 2012 09:44 pmdis_armedYou wouldn't know it from her face, but it must be admitted that Ilena is surprised to find herself in the middle of Milliways. (Not as surprised, admittedly, as she was when she first found herself in the bar a few months ago. Claymores learn quickly.)
She walks over to the nearest physical object -- a chair, in this case -- and puts her single hand on it, thoughtfully. A small part of her had been wondering, in a clinical sort of way, whether being cut off from her purpose for a decade had finally driven her mad. But the chair seems solid, and she trusts her own senses. They're all she has.
Her hand rests lightly on the chair. She stands there behind it, unmoving, and observes.
She walks over to the nearest physical object -- a chair, in this case -- and puts her single hand on it, thoughtfully. A small part of her had been wondering, in a clinical sort of way, whether being cut off from her purpose for a decade had finally driven her mad. But the chair seems solid, and she trusts her own senses. They're all she has.
Her hand rests lightly on the chair. She stands there behind it, unmoving, and observes.
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Aug. 14th, 2012 10:31 pmmjolnir_retriever[Immediately after this, Thor and Erik Selvig return to Puente Antiguo.
Erik is... a little worse for wear.
Luckily, Jane Foster is hospitable! If exasperated.
And really good at philosophical midnight conversations under the stars.]
[Tinytag: Jane Foster]
Erik is... a little worse for wear.
Luckily, Jane Foster is hospitable! If exasperated.
And really good at philosophical midnight conversations under the stars.]
[Tinytag: Jane Foster]
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Aug. 14th, 2012 10:43 pmmjolnir_retriever[Shortly before: a rooftop conversation.]
The Thor that enters the bar is a less conspicuous figure than often. Oh, he's still tall, and broad-shouldered and exceedingly blond, and his posture is still straight and regal; he's not actively trying for stealth.
But he's wearing normal clothes of 21st century Earth, some of them still spattered with long-dried mud, and more to the point his attitude is quiet and subdued.
(Well. By Thor's standards.)
Jane Foster is still asleep on her chair on the rooftop, but the fire she built has long dwindled to embers. Thor hasn't slept; his heart is too full of grief, and his mind too full of memories. And he doesn't need as much sleep as humans, maybe even now. He watched the stars as they spun slowly across the sky, until the sky began to lighten and he rose quietly.
Milliways is unexpected -- it always has been, so far -- but not at all unwelcome.
Thor breathes out, and sets out across the bar towards the lake door.
A few minutes later, there's a large man standing under a tree, in shadow, looking up at Milliways' own night sky.
It's different than New Mexico's. But no less foreign.
[OOC: ahaha, I love you all, but I am closing this to new threads in the interests of ever finishing my slowtimes. He'll be in again soon!]
The Thor that enters the bar is a less conspicuous figure than often. Oh, he's still tall, and broad-shouldered and exceedingly blond, and his posture is still straight and regal; he's not actively trying for stealth.
But he's wearing normal clothes of 21st century Earth, some of them still spattered with long-dried mud, and more to the point his attitude is quiet and subdued.
(Well. By Thor's standards.)
Jane Foster is still asleep on her chair on the rooftop, but the fire she built has long dwindled to embers. Thor hasn't slept; his heart is too full of grief, and his mind too full of memories. And he doesn't need as much sleep as humans, maybe even now. He watched the stars as they spun slowly across the sky, until the sky began to lighten and he rose quietly.
Milliways is unexpected -- it always has been, so far -- but not at all unwelcome.
Thor breathes out, and sets out across the bar towards the lake door.
A few minutes later, there's a large man standing under a tree, in shadow, looking up at Milliways' own night sky.
It's different than New Mexico's. But no less foreign.
[OOC: ahaha, I love you all, but I am closing this to new threads in the interests of ever finishing my slowtimes. He'll be in again soon!]
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Aug. 14th, 2012 11:06 pmthe_manFury is sitting at the bar, drinking a cup of coffee.
He's reading a (paper) copy of Stranger In a Strange Land with a thoughtful frown on his face.
(Somewhere on the tab board, there is a listing for P. Irate.)
[OOC: Closed to new threads after Katya, please! He'll be back. You're all crazy and I love you.]
He's reading a (paper) copy of Stranger In a Strange Land with a thoughtful frown on his face.
(Somewhere on the tab board, there is a listing for P. Irate.)
[OOC: Closed to new threads after Katya, please! He'll be back. You're all crazy and I love you.]
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Aug. 14th, 2012 11:06 pmihavemyflawsEven though Kara's been sticking to water all day, chugging it throughout pyramid practice, she comes back inside and can't sit still long before she switches to alcohol. Leaning on the bar, she asks for booze and is presented with a tall tumbler of ambrosia, home in a glass. Picking it up, she wipes the sweat from her brow and glances around.
"Look," she says to the bar after a moment. "I hear that if I take along something from you I have a better chance of making it back here once I'm finally allowed to go home. A drink stirrer or a napkin or something." She hesitates. "Don't make it a frakking napkin. Give me a bottle cap."
That appears on the bar too: a thin black bottle cap with the word Milliways written in white cursive over a small star almost as vibrant a green as her ambrosia.
It'll do. When she makes it back to Galactica she'll punch a hole in it and wear it with her dog tags, but for now she slips it into her pocket.
(OOC: The linked pyramid practice is open to any interested team members, no time limits! This in-bar post is open to anyone!)
"Look," she says to the bar after a moment. "I hear that if I take along something from you I have a better chance of making it back here once I'm finally allowed to go home. A drink stirrer or a napkin or something." She hesitates. "Don't make it a frakking napkin. Give me a bottle cap."
That appears on the bar too: a thin black bottle cap with the word Milliways written in white cursive over a small star almost as vibrant a green as her ambrosia.
It'll do. When she makes it back to Galactica she'll punch a hole in it and wear it with her dog tags, but for now she slips it into her pocket.
(OOC: The linked pyramid practice is open to any interested team members, no time limits! This in-bar post is open to anyone!)
