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[herr_bookman]

There is a note on the bulletin board today for those interested, with the handwriting made anonymous by clever spellwork:

ATTENTION
A portion of the lake will be frozen over next Thursday for ice skating, with an avalanche of snow courtesy of Rabastan and Mia. There will be no lip or barrier around the edges, so do try not to fall in.

Also, it is imperative that the lake denizens come to no harm. Anyone caught doing so will be eaten.
Alive.

[OOC: Reaction tags only, please! <3]

When a dwarf walks into a bar....

[sonof_thrain]

Thorin's brows knit together, as he walks into what looks to be some kind of tavern. There are stools around the place and it looks like a bar of sorts. How on earth did he get here? It looked like no place on Middle-Earth to him and he wondered if he wasn't dreaming. It did feel as if he were within a dream. An odd one at that. He hadn't drunk too much mead the night before, had he?

He made his way towards the bar and kept one hand firmly on the hilt of his sword. He was wary within new places and this one had to be the strangest of place.

"Can anyone tell me what this place is?" He looked around to see if anyone had noticed him.

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[seat_five_girl]

Ako has a soccer ball and is practicing a little. It's understandable if that isn't the first thing you notice, Ako has pretty noticeable hair.

If it's more noticeable than usual, well, there's more of it than usual.

She'll come in eventually and start going over the things she learned at school again.

Botherable inside or out.

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[mighty_avenger]

 oom: Carol Danvers Is Not a Fashion Designer

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[fullofmercy]

There's a dead man at the end of the bar.







Well. Slumped. Unmoving. The cross propped up next to him glints gently in the poor light.

Slowly -- oh, so slowly -- one hand reaches. Fingers shaking. Grasping, weak. There's a low moan. "Have mercy."

A napkin appears. The fingers latch onto it, pull it, like a quivering leaf, towards hunched shoulders and a buried head. It disappears. The clock above the bar ticks, unperturbed. Somewhere, a cat meows.

"What?"

Another napkin.

The dead man lifts his head, and glares at the wooden surface. "Slinging beers isn't really my specialty, you know. Now, if you would prefer a sermon, I have several applicable --"

Another napkin. He huffs out a sigh that blows the flimsy paper across the polished bartop, and gets to his feet with the enthusiasm of a man climbing the gallows. "Anything for a lady."

A cclick, a flash, and he takes a deep puff off his newly lit bent cigarette, ponders a moment, then ducks to rustle behind the bar, producing a miniature church which, tenderly dusted, goes on the bartop.

Happy Hour Specials

Wild Turkey $$2
Mei City Moonshine $$2
Can of beer + shot of whiskey $$3
Confession $$1 (negotiable)

Free drink or confession with donation

The cross leans against the shelves behind him, as Wolfwood, now wearing an apron, sleeves rolled up, taps a finger on the bartop, and beams beneficently at the patrons wandering past.

"Thirsty? Soul weighing a little heavy on your shoulders? Come cleanse your palate and your spirit! We take all comers. No lost lamb will be turned away."

[OOC: Heading to the gym! Happy Hour is still open to new threads, will pick them all up when I get home again tonight! Bedtime. Slows requested!]

UGH HEATWAVE

[gottadealwithit]

If one were a telepath and one walked too close to Korra right now, one might pick up something along the lines of:

UGH SUMMER

UGH HEAT

UGH EVERYTHING

UGH I WANT TO DIE.

Actually, if one were to walk near Naga, one might have heard the same thing, but in polar bear-dog-ese.

They are dealing with the situation like this: They found a spot in the broken-up space by the lake, and Korra earthbent a tall rocky overhang to keep the sun off, then she waterbent a few gallons of water from the lake and used it to create a snowdrift just big enough to take one polar bear-dog and one Avatar, and they collapsed in it.

That is better.

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[spit_it_out]

Released.


The first thing Bruce does is go and get clean. Then find some clothes that make him feel - OK, not exactly like a human being, but closer than he was.

He's in no hurry to face the bar itself. The grounds, though, he doesn't try to resist. Apart from needing space around him, he thinks it might help to see the damage. He doesn't often get the chance to return to the scene.

He starts at the garden, heads to the lake, walks the cleared path through the middle of the forest. Flashes of the fight burst through; no continuity, nothing that makes sense as a whole. He's left wandering around with his hands in his pockets, and then, eventually, staring out over the lake.

He'll be back inside later, hidden in the darkest corner he can possibly find.



[OOC: Catch him anywhere, outside or in. This is open until the weekend. <333 Guys, you are officially the best! But I must call slowtime for sleep. I'll pick everything up first thing. The doc and I thank you for you interest. <3333]

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[notinthebook]

 [OOM:



Once upon a time in Storybrooke...

"Why do you care about the way I look at you?"

Notes: Spoilers for OUAT 1.07: "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter". Further threads from this scene may follow eventually.]

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[whatisastiles]

It's been several months—in his time, at least—since Stiles last showed up in Milliways. Mom threw out the napkin Ellen gave him, so he can't go back whenever he wants, and every time he's checked, his closet has just been a closet. Not that he hasn't kept busy anyway. Summer ended and 1st grade started, and just a few weeks ago he turned seven.

Maybe it's his newfound seven-year-old smarts that made him realize that even with the napkin gone, he does still have something from Milliways at home: his baseball glove! This realization maybe causes an outburst in the middle of class that doesn't go down to well with the teacher, but that's not important. What's important is bounding off the school bus and and up the stairs to his bedroom, where he quickly grabs the glove where it's slipped under the bed, and practically jumps through the closet door, which luckily leads him to the end of the universe this afternoon.

Hopefully he stops running before he barrels into anyone.


[ooc: sloooowtime! open 'til whenever.]

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[dreamed_a_dream]

[OOM: Tell Cosette I love her, and I'll see her when I wake.... An end. Warning for character death.]

The door opens and a woman blearily walks into Milliways. She's wearing a torn, dirty, and bedraggled dress and a threadbare shawl around her shoulders. Her hair is cut close to her head, roughly, as if the person who did it either did not care or had no skill.

At the bright lights of the bar, she collapses to the floor, her thin frame shaking almost uncontrollably. "Mon Dieu, is this Heaven, then?"

Please welcome Fantine, Milliways.

[ooc: I might have to slowtime somewhat soon, but she absolutely insisted. All tags will be answered, and this post is open forever. I must bed for now, however the post is still open to new tags!]

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[mr_gaeta]

[Millitimed back to late April:

yeah, we were altogether
lost in our little lives

Gaeta, Hoshi, and the very start of figuring out the aftermath.]