Notes from Teja

[ostro_goth]

[[Teja leaves a note for Security]]

Then, he writes another one to Green!Jack.

Jack, we know more of it now; it is dangerous, and must be fought. Can you find me when you are next here, so we make speak of the present danger, and see how it may be ended? Thank you!

TTT

Then, he sits by the fireplace with his cats and waits wheter one of his comrades, or Green!Jack, would find him.

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[zodiac_rabbit]

Momiji has brought his school books to the bar, intending to do some studying. It had crossed his mind to just stay away till all the scariness had passed over, but something kept the kid coming. Hence: the school books. Maybe if he could focus enough on this Algebra, it would feel more like normal.

For a while it even works! The math is complex enough to get him focused on getting it right. Momiji yawns, and puts his head down on his arms for a moment. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, just because the math was complex doesn't mean it wasn't boring too!  

( He begins dreaming almost right away... )

Momiji springs awake, shaking from the fear induced by the dream. He knew two things. One, Toru was NOT in the bar. Two, He did NOT want to go into that building. The boy's hair is messed up and his breathing comes fast.

Man, if that is what Algebra did in the bar, he didn't want any more of it!  A wait rat is flagged down and a calming tea ordered.  Slowly, Momiji starts to put his school books and papers in order, waiting for the tea to come.


*~*~*~*

Meanwhile, on the other side of the bar, a small dragon is pacing after a dream/nightmare of her own.  Though most of her scales have returned to the blue color in the absence of immediate danger, a pink and red tinge remain.  It just wasn't right.

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[itrunsinthefamily]

Red wouldn't say she had a restful night, as such, but it wasn't as bad as some people here seem to be having of late; for her own part, she was nightmare-free (the sort induced by whatever's in the woods, if that is indeed the cause, or the sort brought on by her own experiences). But she's worried about Charles.
In light of that, she decided to stick around at least until she gets a chance to talk to him again, perhaps longer (after all, if she doesn't like what's in the woods, why go through them again any sooner than she has to?).
So: Late-teenage girl in a serviceable dress and bodice and a red brocade cloak, with a bow and quiver on the table in front of her, as well as a sandwich and a beer.

(no subject)

[boston_bruiser]

[Upstairs and millitimed forward to somewhere plottishly convenient:

Korra and Voodoo have a very strange dream.

(Or: Jack and Korramun kick their pups into the Firefly 'verse and start making things up as they go.

Please don't hurt us, Firefly muns.)]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

In light of his conversation with that Green fella, Steve exchanged some of the books he previously took out of the library for others. He's read them carefully, making notes, looking for anything about tree gods, about sacrifices, and about ash trees.

It's like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, he muses, when half the pieces are missing.

When he goes to the bar for some food, Bar gives him a note and a thick packet of pages. He has no idea what an internet is nor a meme, but the packet makes for interesting reading as he eats his supper anyway.

When he's turned the last page, Steve sits for a moment, thinking. The pages say the more you know the more likely the creature--this "Slender Man"--is to find you, but that bridge has already been crossed, as far as he's concerned. Slender Man has his scent. Has Bucky's. Has that of a lot of people, if Claudia's note is anything to go by.

"Bar," he says, "can I take over for a few hours tonight?"


Permission granted, Steve writes this on the Specials board:

Tonight's Specials
Non-alcoholic
Hot cocoa
Hot apple cider

Alchoholic
Irish Coffee
Hot Buttered Rum

Your first drink is on the bartender if you can give me any information about this creature:

And below the specials, Steve draws a quick ( picture )

He's in intel-gathering mode now.

---

Down at the end of the bar, Jack Green is carving tiny charms from a piece of ash wood.

He is also observing.


[ooc: Bartending open, but Jack is not available for tagging at this point. He's just watching and listening for now now in slowtime as of 11:40 MST. Thanks!]

(no subject)

[balancingminds]

OOM: History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

The Sketch Book--Westminster Abbey-Washington Irving

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[testsubject1498]

Chell still does not trust the Bar. Something about disembodied (or, well, emwooded?) people telling her what's what.

But she has extended some small measure of trust that the things she consumes here are not going to poison her. So she is seated at a booth with a cup of broth (one of the few things she can stomach in her slow trek towards solid foods; GLaDOS tended to feed her guests with intravenous nutrients). The Companion Cube is snugly settled on the seat opposite her, along with the ASHPD (in a padded duffel bag the Bar kindly provided her for easy storage).

She is also thumbing through a clothes magazine. Judging from her expressions, she doesn't think much of most of its contents (but she's been wearing Aperture Science for long enough).

(no subject)

[wordofa_sayre]

[OOM: Nick and Sameth spend some time catching up after certain recent musical events. Plans are made, information exchanged, and a good deal goes without saying, as usual.

(Millitimed to somewhere early in Slenderplot.)]