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[gavin62truck]

[ OOM:

There was no answer -- or at least Tommy couldn't hear one over the roar of the spreading flames.

The girl grabbed his coat. "Don't go!" she shrieked.

"I ain't goin' nowhere." He held the cloth to her face. "Stay down just like this, okay? I'll be right here."

"Don't--!"

"I promise, sweetheart, I'll be right here." ]



[ OOC: Inspired by a DE writing prompt from bjornwilde. ]

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[death_gone_mad]

At a table there are books and a Sarah, scribbling down notes.

Boy, are paper and these convenient sticks of graphite embedded in wood abundant here. And who would have guessed there where so many books translated into Kharidian in the library? Books with titles like Remarkable Agaves and Cacti, Fermented Beverage Production, Second Edition, Yeasts Involved in the Process of Making Tequila: Fermentative and Volatile Compound Synthesis Capabilities of Native Yeasts, Improving the Process of Manufacturing Tequila: The Use of Enzymes to Improve the Cooking and Pressing of Agave, and so on.

It is a useful distraction from the trees out back. They want her to burn them all down, and though she is inclined to end the horrible suffering of every tree that cries out to her, she is sure that would earn her the ire of everyone here. Then she would have to come in using a different 'disguise' and identity. Too much work, she thinks.

As if her quest to become Goddess of Tequila on her world wasn't work.

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[will_scarlett]

The sun is starting to go down, but Will's still out at the target range with his bow. He doesn't like the fog or the feel of the forest in Milliways, but with the colder weather coming on, there isn't as much space to practice in Sherwood. There's something reassuring in the thunk, thunk of the arrows into the targets and if anything tries to attack him, they'll meet an arrow.

He has a thermos of mulled cider from Bar and some pies in a basket that he'll eat on the back porch when he's finished. Whatever's making this forest feel odd is something he wants to try and see, if he stays near the back door and out by the range then he can.

(OOC: Tag at the target range or by the back door. Open until it scrolls)

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[oom: After an evening frolic in the lake turns creepy, Steve and Orpheus retreat indoors for snugglin' and smooching (adult content warning).

It, too, takes a turn for the sinister.]

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[spaceblasterchic]

Barbarella was outside. Highlight the was.

She comes back in the backdoor, rubbing her hands over her arms, even though she is in long sleeves. She only stayed out a few moments before she started to feel...

Well, like she was being watched.

Which, is probably true. She is used to that sort of thing (the future may be all about equality and love, but sometimes sentients can be rude all the same), and this is a rather strange bar with strange people. Sometimes, those people like to watch others rather than engage, like to know things. That's perfectly fine!

All the same, she felt... uncomfortable (something she isn't very used to) outside.

Instead, she has a seat at the Bar. "Mmm, have any suggestions for something warm and... maybe a little spicy?" she asks Bar, all flirt.


[OOC: Heading to bed, slowtimes starting now! New threads are welcome, though I will be slow!]

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[spiralmovements]

It's not a bad day, really.

Except for that part where Tarrlok has decided that the Council should just cowtow to him just because he is loud and charismatic and the other members do not want to say no to him and --

Ungh.

When Tenzin steps through to Milliways, it's the first time he's ever come here with a smile on his face. Time for tea and maybe a solitaire game of pai sho.

[OOC: Time for the sleeping and listening to 'Buffy' being mainlined in the other room. Night folks! More tomorrow. (For serious! I love weekends with no plans sometimes.)]

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[noble_6]

That thing with the fog? Weird. Even for this place.

Natalie's trying not to think about it too much. Right now her attention is all for an impressively large plate of lo mein in front of her.

(There's a symbol carved into the table at her booth. She keeps tracing it absently, working the chopsticks with her other hand.)


[ooc: Tags may slow sporadically due to a) dinner or b) Texas playing West Virginia.]

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[sunbaked_baker]

It's a sunny day outside, the first after a string of grey, colorless days. Though the autumn sunlight is taking on that crisp, almost brittle feeling as the days shorten, it's still bright.

But Sunshine is uncharacteristically not out basking in the sunlight.

She's inside on the couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a colorful blanket and sipping tea, trying to stay warm. She looks troubled and far away as she gazes out the nearby window at the distant treeline. With the growing feelings of uneasiness gnawing at her whenever she's outside and alone, she half expects her Dark Sight to show her something wrong with the tree shadows.

But... there's nothing. Just that unexplained feeling of anxiety.

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[fanofthegenre]

It's been a long time.

Well, let's rephrase that: it's been a long time since Beckett's been in the Bar, if there's anyone who's been paying attention. But it feels like an eternity for Beckett too, considering she's also the one still on the mend.

Getting shot is a little difficult to bounce back from, no matter how hard she tries - and pushes, against the doctor's orders. The scar itself is easily hidden, but there are deeper, more psychological ones that can't be so simply buried.

But the Bar pops up in the unlikeliest of times - and coincidentally, right when Beckett seems to need it most.

So she'll stay, and she'll have a drink or two.

At least for now.

[It's been a while! Recent episodes have me feeling nostalgic. Open for tags until otherwise stated.]

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[ellectrical]

Elle is curled up on the floor, right next to the fireplace. She's still wearing a sleeveless top (this one light blue), and a knee-length skirt, but despite being so close to the fire, she's visibly shivering, her hands moving up and down over her arms, sparks spurting and sputtering from her skin as she does so.

On the wall just above her, there's a symbol etched into the wood. Elle hasn't noticed it yet.

Or it just wasn't there when she sat down.






[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls.]

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[flip_the_lights]

With the change of seasons, there's no reason to be surprised by the chill in the air. Olivia lives in Boston, anyway; cold snaps are the norm once they reach a certain point in the year.

But this chill...this is different. Heavier. It presses down enough to work beneath your skin, and even though she has a mug of coffee and a thick coat, she can't seem to get warm. By the time Olivia makes it to a rock by the lakeshore and sees an odd symbol marked on it -- and the rock next to it, and another just beyond -- she's made up her mind to stay outside and investigate a little more.

Right now, that means sitting on the rock, coffee still in hand, and scraping a thumbnail over the symbol to see if she can figure out its composition. When her breath mists, it mingles indistinguishably with the fog.

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[mjolnir_retriever]

[OOM: Thor accompanies Ellen Park to a spaceship for treaty negotiations.]



When Thor enters the bar this time, it's not from any building in New Mexico. Nor is it from Asgard. It's from someplace with long hallways and a lot of metal, and no windows anywhere to be seen. It is, in fact, a spaceship in orbit over Ellen Park's Earth.

Thor's looking pretty satisfied as he steps in.

Ellen said she'd be along in a few moments. Accordingly, he makes for a table with free seats and some waitrats nearby. This calls for a celebratory drink, he feels! Once Ellen's along to pick what she wants for celebration.

(But he'd be happy to chat with anybody else who stopped by in the meantime.)