Jul. 14th, 2013
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Jul. 14th, 2013 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timelessinventorHelena and Claudia have claimed a table in the Bar and have been decorating it for the past half-hour or so. There's a tablecloth, requisite gaudy paper places and plastic cutlery, a couple wrapped presents, and as a centrepiece a cake.
Helena stands back and smiles at their handiwork, but it all is finished just as Joshua walks through the door with a crumpled paper in his hand. "Really, you two?"
Helena grins at him, while his sister laughs. "Well, it is your birthday, darling. Many happy returns of the day, and all of that."
"Yeah, I know." Joshua shakes his head. "I was trying to not think about it."
"Come on over, darling. We have cake. And eventually dinner."
"I see that it's not a lie." Joshua does go over and sit down at the table while the girls high-five.
[ooc: Three characters and a birthday celebration! Feel free to tag one, a combination, or all three! Just let us know.]
Helena stands back and smiles at their handiwork, but it all is finished just as Joshua walks through the door with a crumpled paper in his hand. "Really, you two?"
Helena grins at him, while his sister laughs. "Well, it is your birthday, darling. Many happy returns of the day, and all of that."
"Yeah, I know." Joshua shakes his head. "I was trying to not think about it."
"Come on over, darling. We have cake. And eventually dinner."
"I see that it's not a lie." Joshua does go over and sit down at the table while the girls high-five.
[ooc: Three characters and a birthday celebration! Feel free to tag one, a combination, or all three! Just let us know.]
Dr. Hannibal Lecter's Bastille Day BBQ
Jul. 14th, 2013 06:13 pmcook_the_rudeOutside, in the afternoon and evening, there is food to be had.
The air smells delightful, of smoke and garlic and fresh bread, and there are two large, globe-shaped charcoal grills set up on the lawn, one red, one green. On a nearby table shaded by an awning, bowls and coolers keep food and drink ready; a stack of square plates and another of drinking glasses await the guests and passers-by.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, in shirt-sleeves and apron, at first fires up the grills, then watches the flames burn down to usable temperatures while sipping a drink (and making them for the earlier guests), later, he will sprinkle hickory chips and put the meat on the red grill, the vegetarian options and vegetables on the green one, cut bread, serve salad (kept cool) and an interesting beetroot gratiné (kept warm) with the meat, and still provide drinks, and conversation.
There is a sign:
Somewhere on the table, Dr. Lecter's iPad is playing light baroque music. At the other garden tables, small flower pots and citronella scented candle glasses are awaiting guests taking their seats there.
[[meta: invitations were here, but anybody can drop by unannounced. as agreed, this doubles as today's happy hour. please to thread-hop outside at the tables! enjoy yourselves, as nothing here is people, except the actual people eating the food. for context: talking meats with steve, and halloumi with sunshine.]]
((temporary note: the mun must sleep now, so hannibal will answer all his tags in my afternoon tomorrow. new threads still welcome. do threadhop and tag among yourselves, please!))
The air smells delightful, of smoke and garlic and fresh bread, and there are two large, globe-shaped charcoal grills set up on the lawn, one red, one green. On a nearby table shaded by an awning, bowls and coolers keep food and drink ready; a stack of square plates and another of drinking glasses await the guests and passers-by.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, in shirt-sleeves and apron, at first fires up the grills, then watches the flames burn down to usable temperatures while sipping a drink (and making them for the earlier guests), later, he will sprinkle hickory chips and put the meat on the red grill, the vegetarian options and vegetables on the green one, cut bread, serve salad (kept cool) and an interesting beetroot gratiné (kept warm) with the meat, and still provide drinks, and conversation.
There is a sign:
Somewhere on the table, Dr. Lecter's iPad is playing light baroque music. At the other garden tables, small flower pots and citronella scented candle glasses are awaiting guests taking their seats there.
[[meta: invitations were here, but anybody can drop by unannounced. as agreed, this doubles as today's happy hour. please to thread-hop outside at the tables! enjoy yourselves, as nothing here is people, except the actual people eating the food. for context: talking meats with steve, and halloumi with sunshine.]]
((temporary note: the mun must sleep now, so hannibal will answer all his tags in my afternoon tomorrow. new threads still welcome. do threadhop and tag among yourselves, please!))
(after work)
Jul. 14th, 2013 06:21 pmscarred_grinYou've got to know your idiom inside and out before you can play with it; otherwise it doesn't bend, it just breaks, and it's embarrassing for everybody. If you're not in on the joke, they're not laughing with you.
Sometimes friends ask for favors and you can't really say no; so long story short, here comes the one who doesn't have red hair, the Roman-Syrian, still in costume from a bit of artist's modeling upstairs. He's a god posing as a mortal posing as the high priest and living embodiment of a different god posing as a saint. It's an easy costume, a few of Skaði's arrows and a bit of fabric held up by pure thoughts and clean living, and he makes it look casual. That takes talent. Talent, and having been in the costume for so long he's forgotten he's still got arrows sticking out of him...
Anyway, after all that staying still he's earned himself dinner and a few drinks, so here he is on his way to the bar to order. Totally botherable; heck, you can even ask him for protection from plague. He's got family connections.
Sometimes friends ask for favors and you can't really say no; so long story short, here comes the one who doesn't have red hair, the Roman-Syrian, still in costume from a bit of artist's modeling upstairs. He's a god posing as a mortal posing as the high priest and living embodiment of a different god posing as a saint. It's an easy costume, a few of Skaði's arrows and a bit of fabric held up by pure thoughts and clean living, and he makes it look casual. That takes talent. Talent, and having been in the costume for so long he's forgotten he's still got arrows sticking out of him...
Anyway, after all that staying still he's earned himself dinner and a few drinks, so here he is on his way to the bar to order. Totally botherable; heck, you can even ask him for protection from plague. He's got family connections.
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Jul. 14th, 2013 06:26 pmboston_bruiser[Out of Milliways:
I'll bring you precious contraband and ancient tales from distant lands
of conquerors and concubines and conjurers from darker times
Adventures in robocows, Indiana Jones, and more, starring Dinah Lance and Voodoo. Admission is free. Mind the killer bunnies.]
"-UCK!"
That's about all the warning anybody gets before 185 pounds of SEAL crashes onto a table.
(It, unfortunately, does not survive.)
The observant will notice the trapdoor in the ceiling through which he fell, but it'd take true blindness to not notice the several pintfuls of blood staining the front of his BDU. Even then, you could probably smell it. Abdominal gashes bleed like that.
Voodoo cranes his neck, looking around ground zero as he cradles his MP5 to his chest.
"Hey, uh, Remy?" he calls out. "Doc? Could really use your help here."
[OOC: Joint EP withraptorcanaria. Specify whether you want both pups or just one in the subject line of your first tag, please. The muns can be reached on AIM at TheMightySpazz and lycanfae.]
[ETA: As of 0351 hours PST, Voodoomun is up and about. Tagging will resume at a normal pace.]
I'll bring you precious contraband and ancient tales from distant lands
of conquerors and concubines and conjurers from darker times
Adventures in robocows, Indiana Jones, and more, starring Dinah Lance and Voodoo. Admission is free. Mind the killer bunnies.]
"-UCK!"
That's about all the warning anybody gets before 185 pounds of SEAL crashes onto a table.
(It, unfortunately, does not survive.)
The observant will notice the trapdoor in the ceiling through which he fell, but it'd take true blindness to not notice the several pintfuls of blood staining the front of his BDU. Even then, you could probably smell it. Abdominal gashes bleed like that.
Voodoo cranes his neck, looking around ground zero as he cradles his MP5 to his chest.
"Hey, uh, Remy?" he calls out. "Doc? Could really use your help here."
[OOC: Joint EP with
raptorcanaria. Specify whether you want both pups or just one in the subject line of your first tag, please. The muns can be reached on AIM at TheMightySpazz and lycanfae.][ETA: As of 0351 hours PST, Voodoomun is up and about. Tagging will resume at a normal pace.]
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Jul. 14th, 2013 06:26 pmahuntsman[ oom: after this. ]
Graham doesn't really know how long he goes on searching for the wolf from his dreams, not until he starts to notice the sky brightening and the buildings slowly resuming their shapes, emerging from the darkness of night.
Still no sign of the wolf, though.
He means to pause by one of the smaller, nondescript grab-a-quick-coffee coffee shops in Storybrooke just to get a much-needed dose of caffeine, and then he'll continue his search.
So it is, to some surprise (if he cared about anything else other than the wolf), that he finds himself in Milliways.
It's been a while.
Graham doesn't really know how long he goes on searching for the wolf from his dreams, not until he starts to notice the sky brightening and the buildings slowly resuming their shapes, emerging from the darkness of night.
Still no sign of the wolf, though.
He means to pause by one of the smaller, nondescript grab-a-quick-coffee coffee shops in Storybrooke just to get a much-needed dose of caffeine, and then he'll continue his search.
So it is, to some surprise (if he cared about anything else other than the wolf), that he finds himself in Milliways.
It's been a while.
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Jul. 14th, 2013 07:08 pmahuntsman[OOM:
Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...
"It felt like a memory."
Note: Spoilers for Once Upon A Time 1x07 - 'The Heart is a Lonely Hunter']
Once Upon a Time in Storybrooke ...
Note: Spoilers for Once Upon A Time 1x07 - 'The Heart is a Lonely Hunter']
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Jul. 14th, 2013 09:43 pmbaptizemyselfIt's too nice to nice a day to waste inside, so when Helena comes into the bar wearing a bikini and carrying a towel and a book it's obvious it's only for a flying visit.
She stops at the bar and picks up a small picnic basket before heading out back to the Caribbean inlet.
Catch her in bar or at the beach.
She stops at the bar and picks up a small picnic basket before heading out back to the Caribbean inlet.
Catch her in bar or at the beach.
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Jul. 14th, 2013 10:24 pmnotinthebook [OOM:
"Actually, I've kind of got a job there, if you're interested."
Or:
Emma and Michael join forces to con a con artist. Warnings for hot cars, sexy dresses, and adult funtimes.
Or:
Emma and Michael join forces to con a con artist. Warnings for hot cars, sexy dresses, and adult funtimes.
