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scots_wolf[[OOM: After his encounter in the house by the shore, Urquhart has a nightmare about another house on another shore.]]
Oct. 20th, 2012
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immortalthiefAmanda dressed as she had been when she arrived and the door opens to 1635 Verona, Italy. A few moments later the door opens to 2007 Tokyo and in walks Amanda with short blonde hair wearing jeans and a black button down blouse. A large grin crossing her face as she realizes where she is and takes to the bar ordering that beverage she can only get here.
"An electric blue smoothie please."
The beverage appears before her with a note, "Gladly" she responds to bar. She gets behind the bar and jots down today's special.
Todays Specials
Hot Bloolded
SMOKE SIGNALS
Red Snapper
Red Devil
When her shift ends she walks back to her door and returns to her world.
[OOC: Early Happy Hour, Older Amanda is in bar for the weekend so this thread will be open all weekend. And to save my brain she remembers what her younger self has experienced up to this point.]
"An electric blue smoothie please."
The beverage appears before her with a note, "Gladly" she responds to bar. She gets behind the bar and jots down today's special.
Todays Specials
Hot Bloolded
SMOKE SIGNALS
Red Snapper
Red Devil
When her shift ends she walks back to her door and returns to her world.
[OOC: Early Happy Hour, Older Amanda is in bar for the weekend so this thread will be open all weekend. And to save my brain she remembers what her younger self has experienced up to this point.]
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Oct. 20th, 2012 01:25 pmscarred_grinHere's some local color for you: Loki's door currently leads to a parking garage here. Which, combined with Weyland's magic credit card--okay, he'd made her one of her very own, in the name of Serafina Łukaszewicz-Adler--explains the piles of bags she's carrying with her today, both arms loaded up and the handles of several more held in her teeth as she steps into the bar (hey, when she'd been in the circus she could carry her weight in her mouth, and that was before she'd been demoted to the sideshow)…
It was a good trip. She'd blown more on hideous jewelry than most people spend on their houses, paying extra for the Tiffany or Cartier name when really, she's just going to have Weyland melt it all down and rework it into something more pleasing; and she'd been in rare form as the caged bird, sighing to salesmen over her husband the diplomat who gives her all the money she could want but really, money isn't what a woman needs.
(The young man she'd picked up, who'd gladly followed her around and carried her bags while she shopped for gifts for her husband the diplomat could tell you that much--it's not money, it's power, and the look on his face when she'd abandoned him in the parking garage was worth more to her than all the gold she's carrying.)
Exultant, she heads on up to the bar for a drink. Botherable, though not necessarily friendly.
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It was a good trip. She'd blown more on hideous jewelry than most people spend on their houses, paying extra for the Tiffany or Cartier name when really, she's just going to have Weyland melt it all down and rework it into something more pleasing; and she'd been in rare form as the caged bird, sighing to salesmen over her husband the diplomat who gives her all the money she could want but really, money isn't what a woman needs.
(The young man she'd picked up, who'd gladly followed her around and carried her bags while she shopped for gifts for her husband the diplomat could tell you that much--it's not money, it's power, and the look on his face when she'd abandoned him in the parking garage was worth more to her than all the gold she's carrying.)
Exultant, she heads on up to the bar for a drink. Botherable, though not necessarily friendly.
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Oct. 20th, 2012 04:42 pmdis_armedIlena's usual voluminous cloak is slung back over a chair today. She wears a high-necked leather bodysuit, sleeveless and legless, her one arm wrapped and buckled in straps; her boots, equally well-buckled, come past her knees. (Buckles and straps are inexplicably popular among humans in the land Ilena comes from. Not that this matters, except inasmuch as it affects the clothes that are available.)
A problem: after her last excursion into this strange place, there are several holes -- four in the torso, front and back, and two in the hip -- ripping through the leather of the suit. It has taken Ilena some time to discover that she finds this irritating. In the past, ruined clothes were always taken away, and replaced. Now it is not so easy.
A solution: apparently, the bar counter of this place delivers items, if asked.
She does not know how to address a bar counter -- although, to be honest, the faces of many half-youma warriors she has known (herself probably included) are just about as wooden as it is. "If you could replicate this I am wearing," she says, finally. "Without the holes."
A problem: after her last excursion into this strange place, there are several holes -- four in the torso, front and back, and two in the hip -- ripping through the leather of the suit. It has taken Ilena some time to discover that she finds this irritating. In the past, ruined clothes were always taken away, and replaced. Now it is not so easy.
A solution: apparently, the bar counter of this place delivers items, if asked.
She does not know how to address a bar counter -- although, to be honest, the faces of many half-youma warriors she has known (herself probably included) are just about as wooden as it is. "If you could replicate this I am wearing," she says, finally. "Without the holes."
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Oct. 20th, 2012 07:25 pmnot_his_paWilliam's spent all day out with the horses who don't like the new house that's appeared on the lake shore. There's only so much he can do to soothe them and he finally has to head inside as it gets dark and he gets scared that he might meet the man without a face.
He orders an Irish coffee and a sandwich before going as close to the fire as he can without getting burned.
Maybe he can manage a nap down here, even though its not that safe but better than not sleeping at all.
Tiny tag: Skysong
He orders an Irish coffee and a sandwich before going as close to the fire as he can without getting burned.
Maybe he can manage a nap down here, even though its not that safe but better than not sleeping at all.
Tiny tag: Skysong
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Oct. 20th, 2012 08:35 pmsouffle_girlekShe's curled up in one of the armchairs, but she's dragged it (mostly through sheer determination and quite a lot of muttering about coasters) to the Observation Window, preferring to have that, instead of the fireplace, as her view.
She has what is most likely a coffee table book, but the pictures are of alien landscapes - too many moons, too jagged a backdrop, too many colors in too many unusual places to be of Earth.
It's just a few places she'd been wanting to go. At least, at the very least, she can look at the pictures.
She has what is most likely a coffee table book, but the pictures are of alien landscapes - too many moons, too jagged a backdrop, too many colors in too many unusual places to be of Earth.
It's just a few places she'd been wanting to go. At least, at the very least, she can look at the pictures.
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Oct. 20th, 2012 08:43 pmnerves_of_iceIt'd be quieter in his room upstairs, he knows, but Bucky's not sure that's a good thing right now.
(For several reasons, really.)
As a result, he's decided to study the stack of papers that Steve gave him down in the main bar.
He's made a deal with a waitrat to keep the coffee coming, and has set up at a table where he's got his back to the wall and a good view of all approaches. His rifle's slung on the back of his chair, and the file's spread out on the table in front of him as he reads.
It's hard going, not least because there's a lot of stuff in there that he's pretty sure is either from the future or another world entirely.
Still, Bucky's never been one to give up easy, if at all.
(For several reasons, really.)
As a result, he's decided to study the stack of papers that Steve gave him down in the main bar.
He's made a deal with a waitrat to keep the coffee coming, and has set up at a table where he's got his back to the wall and a good view of all approaches. His rifle's slung on the back of his chair, and the file's spread out on the table in front of him as he reads.
It's hard going, not least because there's a lot of stuff in there that he's pretty sure is either from the future or another world entirely.
Still, Bucky's never been one to give up easy, if at all.
