Oct. 31st, 2012
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Oct. 31st, 2012 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudiometer(OOM:
after the fire, the fire still burns
the heart grows older but never, ever learns
the memories smolder and the soul always yearns
after the fire, the fire still burns)
after the fire, the fire still burns
the heart grows older but never, ever learns
the memories smolder and the soul always yearns
after the fire, the fire still burns)
Recycled costume is recycled
Oct. 31st, 2012 09:05 amdeath_gone_madAmascut had left the bar a couple of days earlier to avoid being caught in the bar on Halloween again. But she forgot one thing. She owed Pyrrha some sharp things. Well, not owed, but... giving sharp things to someone that claims to be awkward with sharp things is always a good thing.
At first she is cautious and barely peeks inside the door. Unfortunately for her, the costume changes so far have been mundane and in line with the weird things Milliways patrons usually wear anyhow. Confident, she walks in and as the door closes...
Breathlessly she complains, "NOT AGAIN."
She is in the same costume as two years ago. Same corset, same tiara, same gloves, same miniskirt, same bone-white bodypaint. The difference, this year, are that she's wearing high heels and that she is still carrying the steel claws that she intended to gift to Pyrrha.
After checking the door and rolling her eyes at its refusal to open, she heads over to the bar.
"The same costume, Bar? Don't you have any imagination?"
Napkin.
"Burning down the building? Does anything here look burnt to you? Are you presently a pile of ashes?"
Napkin.
"You are insane. You can't blame me for that!"
A tray pops up on top of the bar decorated to look like an altar. On the tray are various candies - mainly candied pumpkin and lumps of sugar shaped and decorated to look like skulls -, sweet bread flavored with anise, brochures explaining the Joe Manco Fund for deceased and bound patrons and Phil, which disperses funds for underage patrons, and a sign proclaiming
Confused? Bound? Dead? Under-aged? Worried about your bar tab? Ask me for help!
After a bit of grumbling, she remembers to send the claws to Pyrrha with a ( note )
After that is sent, she sits down by the tray of candies and sweet bread. You know, to pick at it, not to actually be helpful or anything.
At first she is cautious and barely peeks inside the door. Unfortunately for her, the costume changes so far have been mundane and in line with the weird things Milliways patrons usually wear anyhow. Confident, she walks in and as the door closes...
Breathlessly she complains, "NOT AGAIN."
She is in the same costume as two years ago. Same corset, same tiara, same gloves, same miniskirt, same bone-white bodypaint. The difference, this year, are that she's wearing high heels and that she is still carrying the steel claws that she intended to gift to Pyrrha.
After checking the door and rolling her eyes at its refusal to open, she heads over to the bar.
"The same costume, Bar? Don't you have any imagination?"
Napkin.
"Burning down the building? Does anything here look burnt to you? Are you presently a pile of ashes?"
Napkin.
"You are insane. You can't blame me for that!"
A tray pops up on top of the bar decorated to look like an altar. On the tray are various candies - mainly candied pumpkin and lumps of sugar shaped and decorated to look like skulls -, sweet bread flavored with anise, brochures explaining the Joe Manco Fund for deceased and bound patrons and Phil, which disperses funds for underage patrons, and a sign proclaiming
After a bit of grumbling, she remembers to send the claws to Pyrrha with a ( note )
After that is sent, she sits down by the tray of candies and sweet bread. You know, to pick at it, not to actually be helpful or anything.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 09:16 amknightoftheswanLohengrin was curious when he stepped into the main bar and suddenly found himself wearing his mask and cloak. He's blissfully unaware of how much he's lucked out. A simple note from the bar and the Knight is satisfied with the explanation that a masquerade is taking place.
But then, after he sits down at a booth, he hears a strange noise. A sort of persistent popping and smacking that he's never heard before. It's quiet enough to be more curious than annoying, but where is it coming from?
"What is that noise...?" he eventually asks himself aloud, getting out of his seat to look.
"Oh, sorry," says a voice from the rafters. "I'm chewing bubble gum."
The Knight looks up to find Lucas in a green school uniform and glasses sitting with a candy pail that looks like a monkey.
"Bubble gum?" Lohengrin repeats.
"Yeah," Lucas says, taking out a small packet from the pail. "I've got a lot if you want some."
The Knight shrugs and holds his hand out to catch the offered treat.
The number of people smacking their gum has increased to two. Feel free to come and tell one (or both!) of them it's getting on your nerves.
[OOC:Will be going into insta-slow as I gotta go to work, but I couldn't resist getting this posted. See you guys after the lunch shift. Back and here for the rest of the night! Happy Halloween! :D]
But then, after he sits down at a booth, he hears a strange noise. A sort of persistent popping and smacking that he's never heard before. It's quiet enough to be more curious than annoying, but where is it coming from?
"What is that noise...?" he eventually asks himself aloud, getting out of his seat to look.
"Oh, sorry," says a voice from the rafters. "I'm chewing bubble gum."
The Knight looks up to find Lucas in a green school uniform and glasses sitting with a candy pail that looks like a monkey.
"Bubble gum?" Lohengrin repeats.
"Yeah," Lucas says, taking out a small packet from the pail. "I've got a lot if you want some."
The Knight shrugs and holds his hand out to catch the offered treat.
The number of people smacking their gum has increased to two. Feel free to come and tell one (or both!) of them it's getting on your nerves.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 12:14 pm12goingon113It's said that in some worlds, on the date known as Halloween the barrier between our world and that of the Spirit grows thin.
That this is the time when the dead return to the land of the living.
The Avatar-verse has something very similar, though the timing is slightly different.
The door to the Lake area opens and a very tall, very confused looking Asian man with some rather impressive tattoos enters the main bar. It's not being in the living world that has taken him by surprise, but the fact that nothing looks quite right. There's no snow on the ground, and the trees still have all their leaves, but it's clearly not Summer.
His confusion increases when he crosses the threshold and finds himself instantly changed out of his usual Air Nomad robes and dressed in the dark greens of the Earth Kingdom. He's seen this outfit before, more than once, and can't help but smile at the memories it inspires.
The Laughing Avatar adjusts his new hat, and pulls at the extra long sleeves of his shirt as he glances towards Bar and raises an eyebrow.
"Still haven't lost your sense of humor, I see."
That this is the time when the dead return to the land of the living.
The Avatar-verse has something very similar, though the timing is slightly different.
The door to the Lake area opens and a very tall, very confused looking Asian man with some rather impressive tattoos enters the main bar. It's not being in the living world that has taken him by surprise, but the fact that nothing looks quite right. There's no snow on the ground, and the trees still have all their leaves, but it's clearly not Summer.
His confusion increases when he crosses the threshold and finds himself instantly changed out of his usual Air Nomad robes and dressed in the dark greens of the Earth Kingdom. He's seen this outfit before, more than once, and can't help but smile at the memories it inspires.
The Laughing Avatar adjusts his new hat, and pulls at the extra long sleeves of his shirt as he glances towards Bar and raises an eyebrow.
"Still haven't lost your sense of humor, I see."
waco_jimIt's Halloween, everyone! Join in on the taggy posty goodness!
Jim is making his way downstairs from his room when he notices a little extra weight on his head. He examines his hat (and the rest of himself) and smiles.
"Miss Bar, you have remarkable taste."
He trots quickly down the stairs. He leans against the bar for a moment, looking thoughtful. Then he gives a slightly mischievous grin.
A few minutes later, there is a Willy Wonka seated at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking whiskey and quietly whistling "The Candy Man Can." There's a large platter covered with various goodies, some familiar and some not, and a tagboard sign taped to the front end of the table.
Candy - For All You Good Boys and Girls
Backed by Willy Wonka's 113% Guarantee of Scrumdiddlyumptiousness
Help yourself, it's free.
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Nearby, Borgel, dressed in a robe, fake beard, and wizard hat, is handing out candy of his own. The good stuff, too. Full-sized bars - none of this "fun-size" stuff. As a wise man once said, what's fun about less candy?
He's currently sitting down beside his spread, reading a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. But he's always willing to be bothered. Well, if the person bothering him is interesting, anyway.
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Meanwhile, Kane has just walked in from from the outside door. By sheer coincidence, it happens to be October 31st on his end of the door as well. Not many people are celebrating in his world, though. There are far more important things going on.
Which is why he isn't amused by the costume that Bar has picked out for him. He looks down at his outfit and scowls.
"Very funny."
He can't turn back - the door is locked behind him. He orders a glass of Atlantean and sits in a booth in a far corner. This is going to be a long day.
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A little later, Atrus arrives in a rather less conventional manner, materializing in the center of the Bar.
DOOOOOWWWW-ACKACKACKACKACK...
The sound echoes throughout the room. You could hardly miss it.
Just as you could hardly miss his costume. The satisfied smile on Atrus's face turns to confusion as he realizes what he is now wearing.
"What the devil is this?"
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And out in the distance, outside the Bar, a figure on horseback emerges from the mist. McCabe has been gone for a long time. He doesn't know how long. He doesn't know where he's been riding or why he left. But now he's reappeared, as the dead often do on Halloween.
He throws his cigar, long since exhausted and extinguished, to the ground. His eyes are tired, yet he cannot sleep.
He brings his horse to a stop just outside the building that has confounded and confused him for so long. He does not dismount.
[[OOC: This is something of an exit post for McCabe - a last farewell before I bring in another Western character in the next app cycle.]]
Jim is making his way downstairs from his room when he notices a little extra weight on his head. He examines his hat (and the rest of himself) and smiles.
"Miss Bar, you have remarkable taste."
He trots quickly down the stairs. He leans against the bar for a moment, looking thoughtful. Then he gives a slightly mischievous grin.
A few minutes later, there is a Willy Wonka seated at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking whiskey and quietly whistling "The Candy Man Can." There's a large platter covered with various goodies, some familiar and some not, and a tagboard sign taped to the front end of the table.
Candy - For All You Good Boys and Girls
Backed by Willy Wonka's 113% Guarantee of Scrumdiddlyumptiousness
Help yourself, it's free.
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Nearby, Borgel, dressed in a robe, fake beard, and wizard hat, is handing out candy of his own. The good stuff, too. Full-sized bars - none of this "fun-size" stuff. As a wise man once said, what's fun about less candy?
He's currently sitting down beside his spread, reading a collection of H.P. Lovecraft stories. But he's always willing to be bothered. Well, if the person bothering him is interesting, anyway.
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Meanwhile, Kane has just walked in from from the outside door. By sheer coincidence, it happens to be October 31st on his end of the door as well. Not many people are celebrating in his world, though. There are far more important things going on.
Which is why he isn't amused by the costume that Bar has picked out for him. He looks down at his outfit and scowls.
"Very funny."
He can't turn back - the door is locked behind him. He orders a glass of Atlantean and sits in a booth in a far corner. This is going to be a long day.
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A little later, Atrus arrives in a rather less conventional manner, materializing in the center of the Bar.
DOOOOOWWWW-ACKACKACKACKACK...
The sound echoes throughout the room. You could hardly miss it.
Just as you could hardly miss his costume. The satisfied smile on Atrus's face turns to confusion as he realizes what he is now wearing.
"What the devil is this?"
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And out in the distance, outside the Bar, a figure on horseback emerges from the mist. McCabe has been gone for a long time. He doesn't know how long. He doesn't know where he's been riding or why he left. But now he's reappeared, as the dead often do on Halloween.
He throws his cigar, long since exhausted and extinguished, to the ground. His eyes are tired, yet he cannot sleep.
He brings his horse to a stop just outside the building that has confounded and confused him for so long. He does not dismount.
[[OOC: This is something of an exit post for McCabe - a last farewell before I bring in another Western character in the next app cycle.]]
Conversations with dead people
Oct. 31st, 2012 03:22 pmbring_a_sponge[OOM: You would think Zed would know better by now than to risk using the bar's bathroom.]
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Oct. 31st, 2012 04:55 pmwolfinsheclothingThe tails and ears attached to the young woman perched on the edge of a stool at the bar aren't a costume. Though, given the day, one might be excused for thinking they are.
An eager grin is settled firmly on her lips, and even as she sips happily at a large mug of hot apple cider, her head is swiveling this way and that, eyes darting in an attempt to take everything in. Anyone who takes a few moments to watch her will probably notice that her ears tend to twitch in any given direction a second or two before her head and eyes turn to follow.
Suddely she pauses, and her lips purse; her expression of concentration still containing an air of sly amusement as her nose twitches. She smells something... familiar? Hmm... what could it be?
An eager grin is settled firmly on her lips, and even as she sips happily at a large mug of hot apple cider, her head is swiveling this way and that, eyes darting in an attempt to take everything in. Anyone who takes a few moments to watch her will probably notice that her ears tend to twitch in any given direction a second or two before her head and eyes turn to follow.
Suddely she pauses, and her lips purse; her expression of concentration still containing an air of sly amusement as her nose twitches. She smells something... familiar? Hmm... what could it be?
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Oct. 31st, 2012 06:04 pmjack_inthegreen[OOM:
From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties and things that go bump in the night, good Lord, deliver us!
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Tags:
- ambriel,
- asami sato,
- ava wilson,
- charlie mcgee,
- dani phantom,
- elle,
- enzo matrix,
- hellboy,
- jack bauer,
- jack green,
- james 'bucky' barnes,
- john marston,
- leela (doctor who),
- liz sherman,
- michaelangelo,
- momiji sohma,
- noble six,
- noriko ashida,
- olivia dunham,
- oompa loompas,
- rabastan lestrange,
- sariel rager,
- slenderman,
- steve rogers,
- teja,
- the trickster (spn),
- urquhart,
- wendy watson,
- will scarlett,
- x-23
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Oct. 31st, 2012 06:31 pmgolden_lyre[OOM:
His Dream: The Black Tree/Thirst
I saw her, out past the first
waves, swaying
on an undulant stalk.
At my feet, she'd left
her wisdom and bones -
unsortable pile on the shore.
Then I was under a tree,
its trunk twined
with a thick helix of vine,
a twinned upthrusting,
its intermingled foliage
more gree than black.
Stepping from the dark,
she held cupped hands
to my lips.
"Everything
is risk," she whispered.
"If you doubt, it becomes
sand trickling
through skeletal fingers.
Believe, and it's water
from what deep well."
-Gregory Orr, from Orpheus & Eurydice](no subject)
Oct. 31st, 2012 06:40 pmthequietblackOrion has been around, even though people haven't really seen him. He's been enjoying his time away from everything, catching up on potions, on voraciously reading everything that this new library has to offer.
However, when he comes downstairs this evening, something feels wrong. In the mirror over the bar, he stares at his reflection. A beard, shaggy hair, odd tattoos and... what by Merlin's balls?
"Can someone kindly explain to me why I am wearing an Azkaban uniform?" Can someone please explain to the poor man?
However, when he comes downstairs this evening, something feels wrong. In the mirror over the bar, he stares at his reflection. A beard, shaggy hair, odd tattoos and... what by Merlin's balls?
"Can someone kindly explain to me why I am wearing an Azkaban uniform?" Can someone please explain to the poor man?
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Oct. 31st, 2012 06:43 pmgolden_lyreThe costume Orpheus is gifted with when he comes into the bar tonight is quite simple compared to previous years. Perhaps that is in deference to the conversation he just had.
Whatever the reason, he is grateful, both for the simplicity and for the disguise, such as it is.
Making his way to a booth in the corner, he slides into it, guitar settled across his lap. A passing rat is accosted for a bowl of heady, honeyed wine, and then he places his fingers on the strings of his guitar and...
plays nothing.
There is nothing to play for this.
Whatever the reason, he is grateful, both for the simplicity and for the disguise, such as it is.
Making his way to a booth in the corner, he slides into it, guitar settled across his lap. A passing rat is accosted for a bowl of heady, honeyed wine, and then he places his fingers on the strings of his guitar and...
plays nothing.
There is nothing to play for this.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 06:51 pmvenusadept_2[OOM: When these walls come crumbling down,
I want to feel my feet on the ground!]
Odds are good you didn't notice this one particular boulder among the others near the lake.
That is, until it abruptly turns into a man, sits up, and screams.
I want to feel my feet on the ground!]
Odds are good you didn't notice this one particular boulder among the others near the lake.
That is, until it abruptly turns into a man, sits up, and screams.
Spooky Hour
Oct. 31st, 2012 07:01 pmbiggerstingersJanet van Dyne strides into the bar, full of confidence and ready to take the fight to the bad guys.
"What."
It wasn't October when she went to drop a quick 'in event of being stuck in another dimension' note back at the mansion.
And nothing of her face was metal a few minutes ago either. Bar's explanations are less than helpful too.
Specials
Pumpkin drinks, I guess
Catch a girl up. I've missed a few months as far as I can tell.
Open 'til it scrolls folks!
"What."
It wasn't October when she went to drop a quick 'in event of being stuck in another dimension' note back at the mansion.
And nothing of her face was metal a few minutes ago either. Bar's explanations are less than helpful too.
Pumpkin drinks, I guess
Catch a girl up. I've missed a few months as far as I can tell.
Open 'til it scrolls folks!
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Oct. 31st, 2012 07:32 pmgavin62truckAfter a much-needed hiatus, Tommy walks into the bar tonight...
And immediately feels a draft. Like, an all-over draft. Like, not even a draft, but like, a 'holy shit where did my shirt go' kind of feeling. To make matters worse, he stumbles forward and nearly twists his ankle because of the 3-inch high heels.
"Oh, motherfffff... Wh-- no. No. No, no, NO."
Because hey, Bar just dressed him up in a Gucci gown previously worn by Keira Knightley.
Also, he's Bound for the next couple of hours, so no escaping to his world and normal clothes.
Happy Halloween, Tommy.
[OOC: This post will be open to new tags until midnight in your region, when Tommy turns back into a fireman, and his mun commences NaNoWriMo.]
tiny tag: James Moriarty
And immediately feels a draft. Like, an all-over draft. Like, not even a draft, but like, a 'holy shit where did my shirt go' kind of feeling. To make matters worse, he stumbles forward and nearly twists his ankle because of the 3-inch high heels.
"Oh, motherfffff... Wh-- no. No. No, no, NO."
Because hey, Bar just dressed him up in a Gucci gown previously worn by Keira Knightley.
Also, he's Bound for the next couple of hours, so no escaping to his world and normal clothes.
Happy Halloween, Tommy.
[OOC: This post will be open to new tags until midnight in your region, when Tommy turns back into a fireman, and his mun commences NaNoWriMo.]
tiny tag: James Moriarty
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Oct. 31st, 2012 08:17 pmscarred_grinMaybe Pyrrha!loki doesn't understand the concept of trick-or-treating, or maybe she secretly wants to be a piñata, or maybe the standing army of Candyland has gone goth--whatever the case, she's dressed much more sweetly than usual today, in her infamous candy outfit. Not the bar's idea of a costume, but something she'd made herself.
It's all in black fabric and leather, her usual tiny shorts, fishnets and ridiculous boots with a bustle overskirt, and a corset over a military jacket. She's turned some black licorice laces into a loosely-woven net that drapes over the skirt; the top is freely adorned with more licorice to take the place of any military braid that would normally be on a jacket like that, mostly black, but with some red licorice wheels where the buttons and more densely-arranged braid would be. The epaulettes have more licorice, looped and braided, and some Swedish fish; and instead of her usual big hair, she's supplemented with still more licorice laces, in red and black, left bunched and loose like she'd do with her hair, and topped off with a sugar skull.
She's also apparently got her mouth sewn shut with rusted barbed wire--actually, it's a bit of jewelry to thread through the nine holes she's got for lip-rings; it's a gift from her gentleman-caller and makes her feel special to wear it, not to mention keeping her from eating her outfit.
So she's on her way up to the bar tonight to get a cherry coke slushie (with a straw). Highly botherable. (She is not a piñata however)
[open until it scrolls!]
It's all in black fabric and leather, her usual tiny shorts, fishnets and ridiculous boots with a bustle overskirt, and a corset over a military jacket. She's turned some black licorice laces into a loosely-woven net that drapes over the skirt; the top is freely adorned with more licorice to take the place of any military braid that would normally be on a jacket like that, mostly black, but with some red licorice wheels where the buttons and more densely-arranged braid would be. The epaulettes have more licorice, looped and braided, and some Swedish fish; and instead of her usual big hair, she's supplemented with still more licorice laces, in red and black, left bunched and loose like she'd do with her hair, and topped off with a sugar skull.
She's also apparently got her mouth sewn shut with rusted barbed wire--actually, it's a bit of jewelry to thread through the nine holes she's got for lip-rings; it's a gift from her gentleman-caller and makes her feel special to wear it, not to mention keeping her from eating her outfit.
So she's on her way up to the bar tonight to get a cherry coke slushie (with a straw). Highly botherable.
[open until it scrolls!]
First entrance, chronologically speaking.
Oct. 31st, 2012 08:24 pmdeath_fangirlA sp00ky gh0st walks into a bar. Well, more floats.
She pauses, with her considerable amount of hair floating about weightlessly. Aradia looks around, though it's hard to tell with the blank, milky white eyes. Then she says, tonelessly, "H0w did I get here."
She's 0kay with it. She's 0kay with a lot of things.
She pauses, with her considerable amount of hair floating about weightlessly. Aradia looks around, though it's hard to tell with the blank, milky white eyes. Then she says, tonelessly, "H0w did I get here."
She's 0kay with it. She's 0kay with a lot of things.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 08:26 pmsays_the_booyahIt's Halloween. And that usually means Cyborg's Halloween Horror Hoedown. Only Cy was busy today. In the big city. Helping to pump water out of subway tunnels. Oh, he made an appearance at a youth center in a blacked out part of town and gave out candy, because you still have to celebrate Halloween. But he's too pooped to watch movies this year.
Instead, he's happy to veg out and eat some candy that a very sweet six year old insisted he should have. And to just relax before going back to clean up duty.
Instead, he's happy to veg out and eat some candy that a very sweet six year old insisted he should have. And to just relax before going back to clean up duty.
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Oct. 31st, 2012 08:37 pmrespectthegunWhen Lawton enters the bar, his arms start to itch. So does his chest, for that matter. Confused, he turns up the cuff of his sleeve and looks at his wrists.
There are tattoos.
"What the hell?"
In the middle of the bar, he pulls his shirt off and looks down at his body.
He's covered in tattoos. Names. Dozens of them, maybe even hundreds, it's hard to tell, they're so densely packed.
His moustache has gone, too.
He repeats in his head: What the hell?
[It's nothing like that. There's an order of magnitude in the number of names, for a start.]
There are tattoos.
"What the hell?"
In the middle of the bar, he pulls his shirt off and looks down at his body.
He's covered in tattoos. Names. Dozens of them, maybe even hundreds, it's hard to tell, they're so densely packed.
His moustache has gone, too.
He repeats in his head: What the hell?
[It's nothing like that. There's an order of magnitude in the number of names, for a start.]
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Oct. 31st, 2012 09:38 pmprobie62truckOOM: A short conversation that really does not go well for either of the parties involved. (Alternatively: why you should always remember to fasten the chinstrap on your helmet before running into a burning building.)
[Warnings for language, creepfactor, and some slightly gory imagery.]
[Warnings for language, creepfactor, and some slightly gory imagery.]
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Oct. 31st, 2012 09:49 pmjack_inthegreenWell.
That was an interesting Samhain. Quite unlike any Jack has experienced, and he's experienced six million of them.
More or less.
As the mist clears away from the forest and the strange building on the lake shore disappears, Jack walks along the path back to the bar and breathes deeply. The air tastes good. Sweet.
Free.
Wild.
Oh, but he's an old god, and sometimes his bones are weary.
Sometimes he just wants a rest.
And you know for a million years he has been your lover, he'll be a million more, and you know for a million years he has been your lover, down through the skin to the core
There is a new tree in the forest.
Please to dance round for the one called the Greenman, he wants to make you his child. Please dance round for the one called the Green Man, dressed in the fruits of the wild
The other trees extend their roots and branches in welcome to their old friend.
Lay your head, lay your head on the Green Man
Its apples are delicious.
[ooc: Plot post only, no tags please.]
That was an interesting Samhain. Quite unlike any Jack has experienced, and he's experienced six million of them.
More or less.
As the mist clears away from the forest and the strange building on the lake shore disappears, Jack walks along the path back to the bar and breathes deeply. The air tastes good. Sweet.
Free.
Wild.
Oh, but he's an old god, and sometimes his bones are weary.
Sometimes he just wants a rest.
And you know for a million years he has been your lover, he'll be a million more, and you know for a million years he has been your lover, down through the skin to the core
There is a new tree in the forest.
Please to dance round for the one called the Greenman, he wants to make you his child. Please dance round for the one called the Green Man, dressed in the fruits of the wild
The other trees extend their roots and branches in welcome to their old friend.
Lay your head, lay your head on the Green Man
Its apples are delicious.
[ooc: Plot post only, no tags please.]
This is Halloween, this is Halloween...
Oct. 31st, 2012 10:01 pmbaptizemyselfA teacher walks in to a bar on Halloween. She doesn't look like a teacher for long...
...
Okay. It's been a while since Helena was last in the bar. She certainly wasn't expecting that the next time she came in that her clothes would be magically hijacked and transformed in to one of the least functional superhero costumes she has ever had the displeasure of wearing - and she's worn a few.
Still. She had forgotten how hard double duty as a teacher/superhero can be, so the opportunity for an evenings peace and quiet and a full nights sleep is too good to pass up, even if she is now dressed like cheap stripper Batgirl.
She decides to set up camp in the cosy chairs by the observation window, but makes a quick detour past Bar on her way there to tell her, 'If this is how you treat your friends, then I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies.'
[OOC: Hi guys, it's been a while hasn't it! Trying to get back in to the swing of things so by all means tag away! Happy Halloween!]
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Okay. It's been a while since Helena was last in the bar. She certainly wasn't expecting that the next time she came in that her clothes would be magically hijacked and transformed in to one of the least functional superhero costumes she has ever had the displeasure of wearing - and she's worn a few.
Still. She had forgotten how hard double duty as a teacher/superhero can be, so the opportunity for an evenings peace and quiet and a full nights sleep is too good to pass up, even if she is now dressed like cheap stripper Batgirl.
She decides to set up camp in the cosy chairs by the observation window, but makes a quick detour past Bar on her way there to tell her, 'If this is how you treat your friends, then I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies.'
[OOC: Hi guys, it's been a while hasn't it! Trying to get back in to the swing of things so by all means tag away! Happy Halloween!]
Emmett Cullen/Twilight
Oct. 31st, 2012 10:21 pmcullenteddybearEmmett walks in as he stretches out. When his arm catches his eye. That is not what he had on when he came in here.
Walking over to a mirror this is NOT what he looks like. What is this look not his face not hid dimples not his anything!
He makes a fist and only to realize he doesn't even have his own strength this is not a happy Cullen.
"What the hell happened to me. Can I not come in to this place and stay me!"
Walking over to a mirror this is NOT what he looks like. What is this look not his face not hid dimples not his anything!
He makes a fist and only to realize he doesn't even have his own strength this is not a happy Cullen.
"What the hell happened to me. Can I not come in to this place and stay me!"
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Oct. 31st, 2012 10:42 pmhappilyneverafterOnce upon a midnight dreary, as the whispering of something O so eerie, comes a rapping, comes a flapping, from the front door. An unwholesome green glow the wood does limn, though without even a crack does the noise come in, growing louder, growing prouder, across the floor.
With a sudden feathered flap, and a thundering clap, a raven is seen unfurling into a queen (whose usual vices for leather and silk, have been transformed into a commoner's ilk).
"Oh no, my dear. We can do much better."
With a barely repressed sneer she picks at the skirt; a little more leather could never hurt. And so, with a snap, and a swirl of black smoke, the ribbons and velvet are replaced with a cloak; deep as night, black as thought, with a form-fitting dress underneath, as one ought.
She sits, one heeled boot on a rung; and with eyes crying mischief, she looks for some fun.
[OoC: Couldn't resist the opportunity to have the Evil Queen around for some mischief. Want an evil witch to mess with your pups? Regina has no qualms doing so, any and all effects completely temporary of course. I am reachable on AIM as LordoLorien for any questions. Let it be noted that Regina won't mess with your pup without explicit permission - she can be civil, and I'm A-OK with an easy conversation thread. But if you're looking for an opporutnity to be mean to your pup, she's just the magic-practicer to facilitate it. >:D
Open foreverrrr, subject to slowness because my laptop is a piece of junk.]
With a sudden feathered flap, and a thundering clap, a raven is seen unfurling into a queen (whose usual vices for leather and silk, have been transformed into a commoner's ilk).
"Oh no, my dear. We can do much better."
With a barely repressed sneer she picks at the skirt; a little more leather could never hurt. And so, with a snap, and a swirl of black smoke, the ribbons and velvet are replaced with a cloak; deep as night, black as thought, with a form-fitting dress underneath, as one ought.
She sits, one heeled boot on a rung; and with eyes crying mischief, she looks for some fun.
[OoC: Couldn't resist the opportunity to have the Evil Queen around for some mischief. Want an evil witch to mess with your pups? Regina has no qualms doing so, any and all effects completely temporary of course. I am reachable on AIM as LordoLorien for any questions. Let it be noted that Regina won't mess with your pup without explicit permission - she can be civil, and I'm A-OK with an easy conversation thread. But if you're looking for an opporutnity to be mean to your pup, she's just the magic-practicer to facilitate it. >:D
Open foreverrrr, subject to slowness because my laptop is a piece of junk.]
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Oct. 31st, 2012 10:46 pmdemisemidemon[OOM:
One more look at the ghost
Before I'm gonna make it leave
Come here
I got the pieces here
Time to gather up the splinters
Or: a locked cathedral, a lot of humans, and a shape-changing killer demon.]
Before I'm gonna make it leave
Come here
I got the pieces here
Time to gather up the splinters
Or: a locked cathedral, a lot of humans, and a shape-changing killer demon.]
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Oct. 31st, 2012 11:00 pmdemisemidemonClare's still thinking about what happened in Rabona a few days ago. Especially the parts she didn't tell her handler.
But she's got a new mission (of course), and so she's walking.
Raki's following behind. She won't push the pace past what he can handle. If the other warriors have to wait while she lets him sleep and eat, they'll just have to wait.
But at this point, she's not even really surprised when an arch between two trees turns into Milliways.
But she's got a new mission (of course), and so she's walking.
Raki's following behind. She won't push the pace past what he can handle. If the other warriors have to wait while she lets him sleep and eat, they'll just have to wait.
But at this point, she's not even really surprised when an arch between two trees turns into Milliways.
