(no subject)

[flip_the_lights]

[OOM:

snow white's stitching up her circuit board
someone's slipping through the hidden door]

[Spoilers for and dialogue from Fringe 2x21, "Over There, Part 1"]

OOM: The Woods.

[alertcommando]

[[ Predictable? Cliché? Call it what you want, but one thing it is, is bound to have consequences. ]]

[[ Warning for adult situation ]]

(no subject)

[thursdays_angel]

[OOM:


But whichever way I go,
I come back to the place you are.

]

(fragmentation)

[scarred_grin]

[OOM: Family reunion. It’s Lokasenna by way of Jerry Springer; or maybe it’s Opposite Day, since Skaði cries, Loki gets the moral high ground and Weyland plays peacemaker. Small warnings for discussion of infanticide, child-murder, and less-than-consensual sexual activity; in other words, business as usual for this family.]

The problem with having a body composed entirely of will and energy is that in situations like this, when he is deeply emotionally agitated—hurt and angry—a little of the shape integrity is lost; so the Loki that stalks down the stairs and into the bar tonight is a little hazy around the edges, at least at first.

He’s not going to take Pyrrha’s shape; this isn’t her problem. He’s not going to turn the body back over to Fina either; this much emotion, on top of her longstanding drive for revenge? He doesn’t want to spend the night in the cells. So here he is in his own shape—a lean, pretty, stubbly, bed-haired redhead in clothes he’d borrowed from Pyrrha (jeans, Chuck Taylors, a faded t-shirt from some small-town pridefest or other)—on his way up to the bar.

Alcohol. Alcohol will fix this, or at least give him a distraction for a while.

He orders some Atlantean, takes a deep breath, and suppresses--solidifies, settles into a vague approximation of a smile.

Distractions are welcome.

[open until his next EP!]

(no subject)

[noteful]

Meg has obtained a mug of apple cider and a chair by the fire place.

She is taking a little time to enjoy having nothing whatsoever to do.

It's a rare commodity for her, these days.

Later, she might paint her nails.

For now, she's perfectly content to sit and watch the bar around her.

(no subject)

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The saying is, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Eventually, though, persistence ceases to be a virtue and becomes a waste of resources instead. And both Elder Lyons and Protector Casdin have said as much of Second Diana.

Ellen's not sure what to think about that.

She is, however, pretty sure that she could use a drink right now. She made sure to speak with each of her Scribes and Initiates after the higher-ups had gone, and she made sure none of them, not even Cancio, were anywhere in sight, and she slipped into the Bar as best anyone wearing prototype medic power armor ever could slip anywhere. "Bar," she says, "I know it's not good for me, but this has not been a very good night. Could I have some decent whiskey, please? I don't think this calls for beer."

(no subject)

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has not stopped moving since he came into the bar this evening.

He has a lot to think about, and is coming to understand the human compulsion to pace when one’s mind is troubled. He has been walking a slow, steady, winding circuit through the bar, eyes slightly unfocused, praying that answers will begin to present themselves.

He’s paying little attention to where he is going, though.

Apologies if he drifts into your personal space.

(no subject)

[flip_the_lights]

[OOM:

there are days I am your twin
peekaboo
hiding underneath your skin]

[Spoilers for and most dialogue from Fringe 2x22, "Over There, Part 2"]

(no subject)

[wordofa_sayre]

[OOC: Meanwhile, back in Ancelstierre...

"You can't expect me to spy on my friends!"

]

(no subject)

[iambetadraconis]

[OOM: Don't be afraid, oh my love
I'll be watching you from above
And I'd give all the world tonight,
To be with you
Because I'm on your side,
And I still care
I may have died,
But I've gone nowhere
Just think of me,
And I'll be there

Millitimed to Oct. 30th. Apologies for lateness with this.]

(no subject)

[ambriel]

Ambriel is sitting at the bar, bare feet just brushing against the floor.

There's no tea or books present today. The angel is unashamedly people watching, with a tiny smile. The atmosphere inside and out is much improved, now.

(no subject)

[kamehamehaaa]

It can get isolating up in the middle of nowhere. After the excitement of being on Namek, it's difficult to settle to a routine of schoolwork and training-without-mom-noticing. Today mom decided he could have a break, and gave him a boomerang to play with, on the instruction that he wasn't to use it for target practice.

The weird chi here seems to have disappeared too.

So at the moment, he's floating at the lakeside, looking for the boomerang he just threw. A few minutes later, it comes back around from behind him and he catches it.

Bored superpowered six-year-old is bored.