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ownsherclothes[OOM: Traveling a bit of a distance means Lawrence can get a better price for his salt.]
Mar. 9th, 2013
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Mar. 9th, 2013 03:06 amjanisthornIt's been a while since Leela has been active in the bar proper. But she's been to Milliways from time to time. In between her battles and adventures with the Doctor, she has returned to its forest to hunt. However much the Doctor tries, he won't ever be able to take that hunter's instinct away from her. It is as great a freedom to her as all of space and time.
Leela had never hunted in the winter before. She scarcely even knew what it was. She had had to make herself new and thicker skins. She had almost grown accustomed to it after a while. She did not ask why it had happened - she had simply thought it another of the strange and inexplicable happenings of this place. That there was a forest at all was strange enough - she certainly knew nothing of its seasons.
But here is something different again. The snow has ceased falling from the sky. Instead, there's a soft rain. It's colder than anything that ever fell over the forests of the Sevateem. But it's warmer than anything that has fallen on these forests in many months. It pounds and buffets the ever-retreating snowbanks. The snow that is left is choked by leaves and grit.
Yet she has set her crossbow down. Leela's eyes widen as she smiles at the beautiful filth of not-spring-just-yet.
Botherable.
Leela had never hunted in the winter before. She scarcely even knew what it was. She had had to make herself new and thicker skins. She had almost grown accustomed to it after a while. She did not ask why it had happened - she had simply thought it another of the strange and inexplicable happenings of this place. That there was a forest at all was strange enough - she certainly knew nothing of its seasons.
But here is something different again. The snow has ceased falling from the sky. Instead, there's a soft rain. It's colder than anything that ever fell over the forests of the Sevateem. But it's warmer than anything that has fallen on these forests in many months. It pounds and buffets the ever-retreating snowbanks. The snow that is left is choked by leaves and grit.
Yet she has set her crossbow down. Leela's eyes widen as she smiles at the beautiful filth of not-spring-just-yet.
Botherable.
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Mar. 9th, 2013 10:02 amvance_primeThe snow has finally subsided in the simulated Scottish countryside behind Milliways. It's still far from warm outside, but it's pleasant enough that Alyx feels like she can start doing her yoga routine outdoors again.
So she's doing exactly that.
Try not to trip over her.
So she's doing exactly that.
Try not to trip over her.
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Mar. 9th, 2013 12:47 pmtiltingwithlipsIt has been several days since Harry Percy came riding up to Hereford and turned Elizabeth's life into a storm of confused emotions -- and only a day or two since he actually proposed marriage, and she accepted, just to confuse everything even further. And that has set off a whole new storm of preparations in an astonishingly short time. The wedding won't actually take place for some months, but from her parents' urgency, you would think it was happening tomorrow.
Harry is not, of course, allowed anywhere near her quarters, as is proper, and they both take the walk from the great hall to the staircase as their last chance to talk alone for the day. (Not terrifically alone, of course; still chaperoned, even more than when they were properly courting, to both of their annoyance.) At the parting of ways, Harry kissed her hand and bade her good night, repairing some (only some) of the damage he'd wrought at dinner by unwittingly comparing one of the Mortimers' allies, by means of an unfortunate extended metaphor, to a badger.
"I'll wish thee good morrow soon enough, Kate," he murmured, and she nudged him away, as hard as she could in the sight of her mother's lady.
When the bar appears through her bedroom door, she barely hesitates before slipping through and shutting the door behind her. Someone opens it immediately and she steps out of the way--
And stares at Harry Percy.
"My lord?"
"--My lady!" he says, recovering quickly, as he starts to laugh.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both -- slowtimes welcomed.]
Harry is not, of course, allowed anywhere near her quarters, as is proper, and they both take the walk from the great hall to the staircase as their last chance to talk alone for the day. (Not terrifically alone, of course; still chaperoned, even more than when they were properly courting, to both of their annoyance.) At the parting of ways, Harry kissed her hand and bade her good night, repairing some (only some) of the damage he'd wrought at dinner by unwittingly comparing one of the Mortimers' allies, by means of an unfortunate extended metaphor, to a badger.
"I'll wish thee good morrow soon enough, Kate," he murmured, and she nudged him away, as hard as she could in the sight of her mother's lady.
When the bar appears through her bedroom door, she barely hesitates before slipping through and shutting the door behind her. Someone opens it immediately and she steps out of the way--
And stares at Harry Percy.
"My lord?"
"--My lady!" he says, recovering quickly, as he starts to laugh.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns! Tag one or both -- slowtimes welcomed.]
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Mar. 9th, 2013 07:24 pmgolden_lyreOrpheus actually volunteers for service tonight. When he gets to the bar, he says, "Mind if I take over for a bit, sweetheart?" smiling at the napkin he gets in response. "My thanks."
The specials board is simple and quickly written:
1/2 off anything you can order in song
For once, he won't even be mocking people for not meeting his standards. (Well...not too much, anyway.) He settles in with his guitar to await customers.
And if the song he plays holds an element of dryness and thirst? Well, he considers that part of the job.
The specials board is simple and quickly written:
For once, he won't even be mocking people for not meeting his standards. (Well...not too much, anyway.) He settles in with his guitar to await customers.
And if the song he plays holds an element of dryness and thirst? Well, he considers that part of the job.
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Mar. 9th, 2013 10:36 pmthe_manFury swans into the bar sometime during the middle of the 'night'.
He picks up a note from the bar. Reading it makes him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh.
The bar offers him a steaming cup of coffee, for which he pays in cash. Then he digs a battered paperback out of some mysterious pocket, and settles down to read.
[OOC: No more threads for tonight, please! I'm headed out. I'll hit up slowtimes tomorrow.]
He picks up a note from the bar. Reading it makes him pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh.
The bar offers him a steaming cup of coffee, for which he pays in cash. Then he digs a battered paperback out of some mysterious pocket, and settles down to read.
[OOC: No more threads for tonight, please! I'm headed out. I'll hit up slowtimes tomorrow.]
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Mar. 9th, 2013 10:37 pmiambetadraconis[OOM: The winter of Rabastan's discontent—or something like that.]
There is a Rabastan, in a bar, on a couch, near the fireplace, with a large bowl of popcorn, watching a hockey game on TV.
It's a lot better than a Rabastan coming in through the door to the back area, where he had come in, from the forest that had somehow changed from Lunar to pseudo Scottish while he was running through it.
You can join him if you like.
It's still early in the game, and the bowl of popcorn hasn't been completely devoured yet.
There is a Rabastan, in a bar, on a couch, near the fireplace, with a large bowl of popcorn, watching a hockey game on TV.
It's a lot better than a Rabastan coming in through the door to the back area, where he had come in, from the forest that had somehow changed from Lunar to pseudo Scottish while he was running through it.
You can join him if you like.
It's still early in the game, and the bowl of popcorn hasn't been completely devoured yet.
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Mar. 9th, 2013 11:00 pmguppy_sandhu[2xoom - Guppy's predecessor leaves him instructions. The Sandhus attend parents' evening, and make a discovery about the kid who's been hassling Fry.]
"You know why the old babysitter left." Guppy is saying, as he sits with the older two kids near the fire. "Because you tried to give her a meal of live worms."
"She said she likes to go down the garden and eat worms." Fry says, defensively, spinning the wheel on the train carriage he got from Kate.
"That was a song." Guppy says. "Not real life. We don't eat live animals usually in Britain."
"They did on that cooky show!" Coral protests. "And won tools and a tickin."
"...I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here is not a cooking show." Guppy says. "It's slightly famous people camping with no stuff."
With no answer to that, Coral wriggles on her tummy to push the other toy train around the track, chattering to herself.
Come join them!
"You know why the old babysitter left." Guppy is saying, as he sits with the older two kids near the fire. "Because you tried to give her a meal of live worms."
"She said she likes to go down the garden and eat worms." Fry says, defensively, spinning the wheel on the train carriage he got from Kate.
"That was a song." Guppy says. "Not real life. We don't eat live animals usually in Britain."
"They did on that cooky show!" Coral protests. "And won tools and a tickin."
"...I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here is not a cooking show." Guppy says. "It's slightly famous people camping with no stuff."
With no answer to that, Coral wriggles on her tummy to push the other toy train around the track, chattering to herself.
Come join them!
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Mar. 9th, 2013 11:02 pmbalancingmindsEarlier today, Charles was reading some more modern journals about social norms and how they're changing and not. Its left him feeling thoughtful and slightly depressed to see how some issues have altered but not all of them. His hope in humanity is why he is constantly moving forward and he will see a better world for mutants.
He's set up the chess board to reflect a chess problem in a newspaper that he's working his way through. Chess has always been a form of meditation for him, because he can take his time following all the possible options to find the best one. The game combined with the steady music of Milliways' minds has him feeling relaxed as he sips his scotch.
(OOC: Charles is listening passively as most of his concentration is on the chess game. Please include character thoughts in your narration or a reason that Charles wouldn't be able to hear their thoughts. Mun is also not as good a chess player as Charles, so there will be handwaving. Thank you.)
He's set up the chess board to reflect a chess problem in a newspaper that he's working his way through. Chess has always been a form of meditation for him, because he can take his time following all the possible options to find the best one. The game combined with the steady music of Milliways' minds has him feeling relaxed as he sips his scotch.
(OOC: Charles is listening passively as most of his concentration is on the chess game. Please include character thoughts in your narration or a reason that Charles wouldn't be able to hear their thoughts. Mun is also not as good a chess player as Charles, so there will be handwaving. Thank you.)
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Mar. 9th, 2013 11:31 pmvyvyanSo, after... removing a few items from the forge, Vyvyan discovered that it was trickier to get rid of gems than he thought. The pawn shop were determined to have things like 'receipts' and 'proof of value', nobody down the pub believed they were real...
In the end, out of perhaps desperation, or stupidity, Vyv has headed back to the bar, to attempt to get Bar to trade them for something useful.
"Couple of hundred quid should do it." he remarks, putting one of the gems on the counter.
The gem disappears.
In its place appears a large black box, which begins to emit an ear-splitting burglar alarm noise. Startled, Vyv grabs it, throws it on the floor, and jumps up and down on it, which oddly enough only seems to make the noise get louder...
In the end, out of perhaps desperation, or stupidity, Vyv has headed back to the bar, to attempt to get Bar to trade them for something useful.
"Couple of hundred quid should do it." he remarks, putting one of the gems on the counter.
The gem disappears.
In its place appears a large black box, which begins to emit an ear-splitting burglar alarm noise. Startled, Vyv grabs it, throws it on the floor, and jumps up and down on it, which oddly enough only seems to make the noise get louder...
