Dec. 21st, 2014
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herr_bookmanAutor sneaks up to Bar today to deliver his presents. Some of them he's been working on for months, and he's glad to be done, but he just knows he's forgetting someone--and that's stressful. He almost doesn't want to deliver them. But he codes everything out of his sylladex anyway, and drops all of his Solstice presents off.
( Little!Rae, Oswin, Lohengrin, Lucas, Katya, Mirai, Joly, Bonnie, Bossuet, Gavroche, Fry, Sherral )
To his other friends, Autor leaves boxes of croissants with sweet fillings and the occasional tea tin. The boy marvels at how many friends he has. Packages delivered and burden lifted, he orders tea and Kartoffelkäse, and retreats upstairs.
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( Little!Rae, Oswin, Lohengrin, Lucas, Katya, Mirai, Joly, Bonnie, Bossuet, Gavroche, Fry, Sherral )To his other friends, Autor leaves boxes of croissants with sweet fillings and the occasional tea tin. The boy marvels at how many friends he has. Packages delivered and burden lifted, he orders tea and Kartoffelkäse, and retreats upstairs.
[OOC: Reaction tags only, please!]
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Dec. 21st, 2014 01:36 pmhalfemptyglasses[OOM: Mirai receives and sends some texts concerning her future.]
Mirai steps through the door catching her breath, exhausted to the bone. Blood sits in her right hand, her bandages gone but her sword withdrawn for now. Now that it's done, she breathes a sigh of relief. She qualifies to be part of the Society of Spirit World Warriors, and she holds the license stating as much in her left hand.
Now all that's left to do is to finish the living arrangements, but she's glad to find Milliways to recover first.
Mirai tucks her license in her pocket and takes a seat at the bar. She orders steak, spinach, dried fruit, and anything else she can think of rich in iron. While waiting for her food, she cleans and rebandages her hand. It leaves her suitably distracted when the arm warmers and apricot show up.
When she finally spots them, she turns to the bar and asks, "Did anyone lose their arm warmers?"
Someone might want to point out the note that came with them.
Mirai steps through the door catching her breath, exhausted to the bone. Blood sits in her right hand, her bandages gone but her sword withdrawn for now. Now that it's done, she breathes a sigh of relief. She qualifies to be part of the Society of Spirit World Warriors, and she holds the license stating as much in her left hand.
Now all that's left to do is to finish the living arrangements, but she's glad to find Milliways to recover first.
Mirai tucks her license in her pocket and takes a seat at the bar. She orders steak, spinach, dried fruit, and anything else she can think of rich in iron. While waiting for her food, she cleans and rebandages her hand. It leaves her suitably distracted when the arm warmers and apricot show up.
When she finally spots them, she turns to the bar and asks, "Did anyone lose their arm warmers?"
Someone might want to point out the note that came with them.
death_gone_madWell, cocoa trees are planted and the yule goat has been burned down; it is time for the Insolation to leave for more familiar seas and lands.
Once the captain returns after gathering some of the crew that has wandered away, the sails go up on the ship built in a fashion reminiscient of old mediterannian warships and the Insolation makes its way out of the Carribean inlet and into the waters beyond
Once the captain returns after gathering some of the crew that has wandered away, the sails go up on the ship built in a fashion reminiscient of old mediterannian warships and the Insolation makes its way out of the Carribean inlet and into the waters beyond
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Dec. 21st, 2014 03:43 pmbeenherebeforeAlex is... he hasn't been feeling too great the past... well, a while, on and off. For a lot of reasons, but at the forefront right now is the realization that it's almost Christmas here, and he's...
He misses Jack.
He misses home.
And when the Bar, out of the best intentions, tries to give him a miniature gingerbread house on the edge of his drink, it's just too much. He doesn't really think (like they taught him, instinct over conscious aiming), he just grabs up the mug and, a moment later, it's cracking against the closed door to his world that's still present, even if he can't (let himself) go through.
Instead of staying behind and apologizing or helping to clean up, he bolts for the door to the outside. If nothing else, he's good at moving fast and dodging people, so it doesn't take much effort to reach the door and keep running.
He misses Jack.
He misses home.
And when the Bar, out of the best intentions, tries to give him a miniature gingerbread house on the edge of his drink, it's just too much. He doesn't really think (like they taught him, instinct over conscious aiming), he just grabs up the mug and, a moment later, it's cracking against the closed door to his world that's still present, even if he can't (let himself) go through.
Instead of staying behind and apologizing or helping to clean up, he bolts for the door to the outside. If nothing else, he's good at moving fast and dodging people, so it doesn't take much effort to reach the door and keep running.
Soltice gifts!
Dec. 21st, 2014 03:51 pmsunbaked_bakerRae has been up at all hours (though that is little different from the normal way of things) baking Solstice gifts, lately. Finally, on the day-of, she carries the baskets and tins and plates of baked goods to the Bar and leave them for the appropriate people.
( Autor )
( Gavroche )
( Jason Todd )
( Bucky Barnes )
( Ichabod and Katrina Crane )
( Alana Bloom )
( Elrond )
( Diaval )
( Father Harman )
( And for everyone else (not you, Dr. Lecter, sit down)... )
The bounty of delicious things delivered, Sunshine fetches her cup of tea and goes to relax on the couch in front of the fire, the proper way to spend the darkest day of the year.
The resulting nap is quite unintentional.
( Autor )( Gavroche )( Jason Todd )( Bucky Barnes )( Ichabod and Katrina Crane )( Alana Bloom )( Elrond ) ( Diaval )( Father Harman )( And for everyone else (not you, Dr. Lecter, sit down)... )The bounty of delicious things delivered, Sunshine fetches her cup of tea and goes to relax on the couch in front of the fire, the proper way to spend the darkest day of the year.
The resulting nap is quite unintentional.
athelstanthescribeAthelstan is curled up by the fire - with a scarf wound high up his throat, as he asked about them - eating a roast dinner and working on his polar bear carving, which is looking much less rough than it was.
Ichabod is not far away, long legs folded awkwardly to not be in anybody's way, staring quietly at the golem doll and thinking.
Cadfael is at a table, studying what looks to be a 17th century herbalist's text.
Giovanni is out at the practice range, doing sword work regardless of the cold.
Nancy is in a friendly napkin debate with Bar about what would go into the best Christmas dinners for hungry children.
Jonathan is at his favourite table with a massive pile of old books. (New tattoos peek out from under his collar and sleeves.)
Michael is also in the vicinity of the fire, sitting where he can stretch out his stiff leg, writing in a journal.
Roshaun is out for a walk, not even seeming to notice the cold, although he has made a deference to it by wearing a long-sleeved tunic.
Norrington has strolled in from the ship and set up at a table, looking for any old friends who might be about.
And Gavroche, as so often, is sitting by the Bar, drinking a milkshake and watching the comings and goings in the room.
[ooc: Tag one, tag more if you like, say who you want or get someone at random!]
Ichabod is not far away, long legs folded awkwardly to not be in anybody's way, staring quietly at the golem doll and thinking.
Cadfael is at a table, studying what looks to be a 17th century herbalist's text.
Giovanni is out at the practice range, doing sword work regardless of the cold.
Nancy is in a friendly napkin debate with Bar about what would go into the best Christmas dinners for hungry children.
Jonathan is at his favourite table with a massive pile of old books. (New tattoos peek out from under his collar and sleeves.)
Michael is also in the vicinity of the fire, sitting where he can stretch out his stiff leg, writing in a journal.
Roshaun is out for a walk, not even seeming to notice the cold, although he has made a deference to it by wearing a long-sleeved tunic.
Norrington has strolled in from the ship and set up at a table, looking for any old friends who might be about.
And Gavroche, as so often, is sitting by the Bar, drinking a milkshake and watching the comings and goings in the room.
[ooc: Tag one, tag more if you like, say who you want or get someone at random!]
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Dec. 21st, 2014 05:32 pmwitchfinder_generalFather Harman is sitting by the back door today after the service, drinking tea and watching the other patrons.
For once, he has no books, research or work on his table.
This time, he's worried about one specific patron. He's hoping to talk to him, but he will of course talk to everybody else who might pop by.
He's really begun to care about people in this place, he realises. Even fictional Frenchmen.
For once, he has no books, research or work on his table.
This time, he's worried about one specific patron. He's hoping to talk to him, but he will of course talk to everybody else who might pop by.
He's really begun to care about people in this place, he realises. Even fictional Frenchmen.
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Dec. 21st, 2014 05:44 pmthe_force_abidesQuin comes in holding several datapads and heads for the bar. He's got some reading to do, a treasure trove of Imperial shipping routes if the intel is to be believed, but some company wouldn't be unwelcome.
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Dec. 21st, 2014 07:22 pmi_am_your_host[ OOM: The Master of Ceremonies stops by the tobacconist's one winter evening and remembers something long forgotten. ]
cells post
Dec. 21st, 2014 08:59 pmnerves_of_iceAnd, after this --
The Winter Soldier and the Black Widow are cooling their tempers in the cells for the next week. Visitors welcome!
The Winter Soldier and the Black Widow are cooling their tempers in the cells for the next week. Visitors welcome!
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Dec. 21st, 2014 09:00 pmbuh_byeDeath is driving today when he finds himself in the garage at Milliways. The car itself is beutiful, an old grey 1959 Cadillac Series 62 with license plates that reads BUH*BYE. He finds a place to park the car, his pale steed, and proceeds to make his way to the Bar proper, for dinner.
Feel free to catch him anywhere between the car and Bar.
Feel free to catch him anywhere between the car and Bar.
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Dec. 21st, 2014 10:46 pmcute_bruiser"-- time we did more than just survive, don't you think?"
The door has almost shut behind Molly before she realises she's not where she expected to be, though she's been coming here for long enough that she barely blinks. Oh well, she probably owes a Security shift anyway...
Pinning her badge to her chest, she heads over to get a drink --
-- and is greeted by a very pointed napkin note.
"Seriously? C'mon, I'm way beyond tired right now..."
But Bar is already asleep, which scotches any hopes she had of a quiet night. Well, shit happens.
Molly vaults over the bar counter, taking off her gauntlets before going on a hunt for chalk and the book of recipes. It takes a while, but finally the specials board is covered with slightly scrawly pink text.
HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
A Big Pink Drink
Fight Club
Los Angeles
HALF OFF IF I HAVEN'T HAD TO ARREST YOU LATELY*
*EXCEPT FOR THAT IDIOT I THREW IN THE LAKE INSTEAD OF ARRESTING, THAT GUY PAYS DOUBLE
PLEASE TRY NOT TOANTU ANTI PISS OFF SECURITY
"Happy Hour is open! Half off for anything I don't need to find a recipe for!"
[OOC: All threads take place before this Natasha Romanoff EP.]
The door has almost shut behind Molly before she realises she's not where she expected to be, though she's been coming here for long enough that she barely blinks. Oh well, she probably owes a Security shift anyway...
Pinning her badge to her chest, she heads over to get a drink --
-- and is greeted by a very pointed napkin note.
"Seriously? C'mon, I'm way beyond tired right now..."
But Bar is already asleep, which scotches any hopes she had of a quiet night. Well, shit happens.
Molly vaults over the bar counter, taking off her gauntlets before going on a hunt for chalk and the book of recipes. It takes a while, but finally the specials board is covered with slightly scrawly pink text.
A Big Pink Drink
Fight Club
Los Angeles
HALF OFF IF I HAVEN'T HAD TO ARREST YOU LATELY*
*EXCEPT FOR THAT IDIOT I THREW IN THE LAKE INSTEAD OF ARRESTING, THAT GUY PAYS DOUBLE
PLEASE TRY NOT TO
"Happy Hour is open! Half off for anything I don't need to find a recipe for!"
[OOC: All threads take place before this Natasha Romanoff EP.]
