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May. 21st, 2016 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lark_in_flightNow, in Paris, Marius and Cosette try out this actually communicating with your spouse thing. It actually goes pretty well! BABY STEPS.]
May. 21st, 2016
lark_in_flightNow, in Paris, Marius and Cosette try out this actually communicating with your spouse thing. It actually goes pretty well! BABY STEPS.]
happy hour
May. 21st, 2016 10:35 amharryhotspurPositioned behind the bar, Harry does look a touch uncertain (and thus, irritated) about what exactly he's supposed to be doing. But he has followed the instructions Bar gave him. He's put up a sign (handily translated from the mostly unintelligible mess that the mix of his poor handwriting and medieval script styles creates):
Specials
Ale
Sack
Malmsey
Green one
(This last refers to a strange bottle he found while poking around the shelves.)
And, of course, he is presently following the rest of Bar's commands: he is standing, ready to help anyone who happens to pass by.
[ooc: open through the weekend!]
Ale
Sack
Malmsey
Green one
(This last refers to a strange bottle he found while poking around the shelves.)
And, of course, he is presently following the rest of Bar's commands: he is standing, ready to help anyone who happens to pass by.
[ooc: open through the weekend!]
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May. 21st, 2016 03:41 pmjust_cant_lose
Jim is pushed through the door tonight. He lands hard and stays there, getting his breath back without making a sound.
His fingers seem to be the first things to register the fact of not concrete. He looks up slowly, and cracks a smile at the sight of the place. It causes his lip to open and he tongues it casually as he rises. Fair to say, he looks bad. His left eye barely opens and there’s an open cut on his forehead that is both dribbling blood now, and has been previously. The whole side of his face is caked in it.
Whatever. He doodles off to the bar, mouthing soundlessly to himself. He stands completely still for a while, then leaves a note scrawled in a loose and untidy hand
Then he collects his laptop and some water and…a bowl of popcorn?…and wanders to a table by the window. He crouches on the chair, knees to his chest, and eats red-stained corn while laughing (silently) at, first, Jay’s exploding stealth drone - hi, kid! try again! - and then a Youtube video of a cat falling over a safety gate. Then he checks another feed, and finds X watching his camera from sometime in the last few weeks.
He tilts his head at the screen and watches her back, sticky red liquid congealing in the crease of his lip and kernels dropping from his half-raised hand.
After twenty minutes she goes away, so he moves and flips onto a video of an ABBA tribute band singing Dancing Queen. Then he seems to settle into an old rerun of The Golden Girls, all the while laughing at nothing that’s happening on-screen, and eating popcorn that must surely taste of blood.
[OOC: Sorry if he acts weird. :\ Also, open for most of the week - I will likely showtime a touch later because of the Cup Final (UNIIIIIIITED \o/!!!), but am around forever.]
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May. 21st, 2016 03:45 pmintoamanSomething lands heavily in the garden. Something large and black and dragon shaped. Spears stick out of its hide and it belches fire in a howl of pain.
Then it becomes something smaller, like a large horse with a mane of black feathers. Long legs buckle as it tries to steady itself.
Then there’s a wolf, large as horse, its smooth flanks wet with blood. It howls, fangs flashing in a snarl of pain and it falls.
Then there’s a man, pale and scarred, curled into the foetal position. Bruised and torn hands pull the spears from his side, dropping them onto the grass.
For a moment, there’s a raven, wings bent and flapping.
And then back to the man – unconscious and bleeding.
Help would be good.
Then it becomes something smaller, like a large horse with a mane of black feathers. Long legs buckle as it tries to steady itself.
Then there’s a wolf, large as horse, its smooth flanks wet with blood. It howls, fangs flashing in a snarl of pain and it falls.
Then there’s a man, pale and scarred, curled into the foetal position. Bruised and torn hands pull the spears from his side, dropping them onto the grass.
For a moment, there’s a raven, wings bent and flapping.
And then back to the man – unconscious and bleeding.
Help would be good.
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May. 21st, 2016 10:17 pmfry_sandhuIt's annoying when you can't be good at all your things at the same time.
Fry's music teacher wants to push him, though, and has set him a fiendishly difficult piece for the school music festival, not realising that he has been so focused on his other hobbies that he hasn't put in quite as much practice lately.
He's not one to back down from a challenge, but having driven everyone at home slightly crazy playing the same thing over and over, he's now come to the bar to try and grasp the difficult bit about forty seconds in that he just can't quite get.
After about half an hour, he stops and looks at it in frustration.
Fry's music teacher wants to push him, though, and has set him a fiendishly difficult piece for the school music festival, not realising that he has been so focused on his other hobbies that he hasn't put in quite as much practice lately.
He's not one to back down from a challenge, but having driven everyone at home slightly crazy playing the same thing over and over, he's now come to the bar to try and grasp the difficult bit about forty seconds in that he just can't quite get.
After about half an hour, he stops and looks at it in frustration.
