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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims singing again. Sorry.*

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin' cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows... fool
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

*Tim chuckles and slips into his normal seat. Bah.*

Comments

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool sidles over.

"Neo."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim flashes the horns.*

Sup dog?

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Yo, you know a little scrawny Indian chick, purple hair? Dot on the head Indian, not feather in the hair Indian."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is always happy to provide information to mad dog criminals.*

Anthy Rosebride.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? You might wanna take a statement from her, man. She got her ass kicked in last night." He leans in. "Now don't get me wrong, I ain't playin hero here, and I ain't worried about how she's doin', all I wanna know is how some motherfucker got away with pretty much flaying the shit out of her in the middle of the bar last night." He slaps Tim on the shoulder. "Good job, security goon."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim frowns.*

Who did it?

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Don't know him. *insert pretty accurate description of Nyarhataharatartatareadimetapp here*. You got anything?"

[md_donighal]

Some time after the discussion with Wade, the man in the gray suit makes his way over to the young man in black. "Master Hunter, I believe? I'm Michael Donighal. Can you tell me whether the bar's having any difficulties lately? The mortgage, its father dying, the maitre d's podium going out with men, that sort of thing?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Lord Hunter actually. or Sir Timothy.

*He looks up, feigns a grin.*

It's gone insane from bad dreams.

[md_donighal]

"I regret the error, Sir Timothy." The grin puts him in mind of a quatrain from Eliot:

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

"Whose bad dreams? And how could dreams that bad get into a bar with Lord Morpheus in it?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim would probably laugh at the reference.*

Dream has become Nightmare.

[md_donighal]

"That... does not sound good. I probably shouldn't finish this drink, then." He gestures with the Project Utopia shot glass. "On the other hand, I shouldn't give it to anyone else. And I'm too Irish to let it go to waste."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Ahh...

*He shrugs*

Do what you can. It might not kill you. The other day it gave me magma....

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace has Come To A Decision. She abandons her place at the bar and moves through the crowd (decidedly avoiding the guy sending off bad vibes) and takes a seat at Tim's table.
And she looks at him.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim doesn't look up from his doodling.*

Hi Ace.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace reaches inside her coat, and there's a sharp click as she unhooks something from her belt. Then a soft thud as she places a sturdy-looking canister with a timer built in on top on the table.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Now he looks up.*

Whats that?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"My nitro." Ace replies simply. She doesn't look happy about it.

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*Tim picks it up...and it no longer is there.*

Don't trust yourself?

*He contemplates her a minute.*

Now give me the nitro you aren't holding back.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

"It's good to see someone unaffected by the presence."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She waves a hand, indicating the unusually high number of overstressed and under-slept people present.

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*Tim grimaces.*

I have a secret power.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She raises her eyebrows. "And that is?"

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*Tim winks.*

I don't remember my dreams.

*Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't stressed.*