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[flip_the_lights]

[OOM:

i'm haunted
by the hallways in this tiny room
the echoes there of me and you]

[Spoilers for and some dialogue from Fringe 3x03, "The Plateau," and 3x05, "Amber 31422."]

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[alsoagreengrass]

Right, so: Olivia has confirmed it. He does have a face and make eyes at Albus during classes. There's actually been a comment or two - according to Olivia - about his looking. The startings of a rumour, perhaps.

Which, however true a rumour it would be, is not something Scorpius wants being whispered about the school.

He's desperate to squash it before it becomes such. Especially before Albus hears about. He doesn't want his boyfriend freaking out on him because he was stupid to fall in love so quickly and make eyes at him.

So as soon as he figures out how? Squashed the rumour will be.

(And Rigel only laughed when he'd asked, like there was no help whatsoever for him.)

He's sitting at Bar's counter now, still dressed for his flight, with his goggles about his neck and broom at his side, as he flips through the pages of a textbook. Maybe there's a spell for this sort of thing?

Have some internet in your internet

[seat_five_girl]

CURRENT trackedTraumate [CTT] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CTT: So does anyone still log on to this?
CTT: Or has everyone moved to private messages or something?

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[makesthings]

Sam has been spending most of his days near the gates and the messenger hawks in the hope that he'll hear some news about where Nick is at. He's gotten into the habit of taking up some paper and a few books he's found in the palace library with him as it helps to pass the time.

Today when he opens the door outside, he finds Milliways and smiles, there's a better chance of meeting Nick here. He finds a table facing the door and starts reading about about the building of the palace at Belisaere.

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[callipygos]

Aphrodite is in a much better mood tonight than she's been in some time. There's a little swing in her step as she walks to the Bar.

This joint may have been sort of depressing lately, but she's got the perfect fixer-upper.

( You're Invited ... )

"Honey," she says, "could you see your way to spreading the word around? I promise, next time I'll throw one you can come to."

Smiling, Aphrodite turns and heads for the door.


[ooc: It's that time again! If you'd like your character to receive an invite to Aphrodite's holiday party, feel free to write that here, in their own post, or wherever. Aphrodite's not taggable at the moment, but she is writeable-to.]

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[no_vampires_plz]

[Out of Milliways:

This day was going to be perfect
The kind of day of which I'd dreamed since I was small
But instead of having cake
With all my friends to celebrate,
My wedding bells, they may not ring for me at all...

Spoilers for s2e26, "A Canterlot Wedding, part 2."]

[tinytag: Rarity]

(no subject)

[flip_the_lights]

Near the front of Milliways, a red-haired woman is quietly opening and closing the front door, working as slow and methodical as a lab experiment.

Not every trip across universes requires getting drugged up and hopping in an isolation tank. If Olivia really is from the Other Side -- that world with no zeppelins, with a living daughter and niece, with a White House that didn't have to be rebuilt after 2001 -- then she should just be able to open the door and walk through to where she belongs. Key word: should.

It isn't working. All the door shows is the interior of her apartment.

After one last try, she closes the door with a quiet click and rests her palm flat against it, head bowed, breathing steady. She turns to stare fixedly at the Observation Window; then, one careful step at a time, she walks over to the bar proper.

"Hey," she murmurs as she touches the bartop. "Could I get a cup of tea?"

Bar obliges, and Olivia wraps both hands around it as if she's gone cold, raising her eyes to the mirror behind the bar.

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[guppy_sandhu]

When Guppy heads to the bar tonight, Bar presents him with a cake.

'Happy Birthday'

"Thanks." he grins. "And for not making it covered in glitter or macaroni."

It's quite a big cake, so there's enough for sharing.

[ooc: Slightly early because mun is on nights from tomorrow - but up late tonight trying to be nocturnal.]

oom: normandy, 1944

[nerves_of_ice]

[D-Day.]