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Aug. 11th, 2005 09:38 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com[OOM: Anthy in the FACE the Academy. Set shortly after Creepy McEaterson.]
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Aug. 11th, 2005 05:36 pmno-prisoner.livejournal.com[OOC: OOM: Anthy in the Academy, Part 4: The Doctor
ETA: There are two links at the bottom. One was timing out, and I've replaced it with a working one. So if you didn't get to see... come and see.
ETA2: The other is unlocked & crossposted now.]
ETA: There are two links at the bottom. One was timing out, and I've replaced it with a working one. So if you didn't get to see... come and see.
ETA2: The other is unlocked & crossposted now.]
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Aug. 11th, 2005 09:09 amno-prisoner.livejournal.comThe Milliways Assistant Manager and Temporary Barman is at the Bar, eating waffles. He's got a slightly distant expression, like a man listening to the news on the radio. Somber news, from his expression. He's wearing his Never A Dull Moment In Mid-World t-shirt.
[OOC: I have to go to job training by noon EST. Slowtime is a possibility, though.]
[OOC: I have to go to job training by noon EST. Slowtime is a possibility, though.]
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Aug. 10th, 2005 05:14 ammr-brautigan.livejournal.com[Millitimed to very early on the morning of the 9th.]
It's very, very early when Roland Deschain and Ted Brautigan come in from the lake. They've been talking. Catching up.
Palavering.
Roland looks at Ted and says, "Go when you're ready."
"Now's as good a time as any," says Ted lightly. "I'll be back...soon. Before Sunday, certainly."
Roland nods curtly and goes upstairs.
And Ted turns around and goes out the front door.
Greenwich Village in 2005 is visible before the door closes behind him.
It's very, very early when Roland Deschain and Ted Brautigan come in from the lake. They've been talking. Catching up.
Palavering.
Roland looks at Ted and says, "Go when you're ready."
"Now's as good a time as any," says Ted lightly. "I'll be back...soon. Before Sunday, certainly."
Roland nods curtly and goes upstairs.
And Ted turns around and goes out the front door.
Greenwich Village in 2005 is visible before the door closes behind him.
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Aug. 10th, 2005 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslinger[OOC: The below happens before this -- Roland and River ask a favor of Moiraine.]
Roland and River are at the bar. River is blankfaced and unresponsive. Roland requests two pieces of paper, on which he writes notes to Simon and Eddie.
( Simon )
( Eddie )
And then...then Roland nearly writes another note, but pauses.
Check upstairs, first.
River's hand in his, they go up the stairs
Roland and River are at the bar. River is blankfaced and unresponsive. Roland requests two pieces of paper, on which he writes notes to Simon and Eddie.
( Simon )( Eddie )And then...then Roland nearly writes another note, but pauses.
Check upstairs, first.
River's hand in his, they go up the stairs
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Aug. 10th, 2005 12:59 amaj_crawleyCrowley.
In the bar. Hopefully without LJ eating his entrance post again. He has tea, a newspaper that Sunny hasn't gotten to yet, and Academy plans. He still thinks they're really shiny, and he's still eyeing the logo with amusement bordering on disbelief.
In the bar. Hopefully without LJ eating his entrance post again. He has tea, a newspaper that Sunny hasn't gotten to yet, and Academy plans. He still thinks they're really shiny, and he's still eyeing the logo with amusement bordering on disbelief.
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Aug. 9th, 2005 10:00 pmlastgunslinger[OOC: Immediately previous. Ka-shume.]
Now Roland is in the bar with his notebook.
He has cognac, and another one of the cigars that Joe gave him in the Dreaming.
Before him on the table is his gun. When he's through with the cigar, he's going to clean it.
Now Roland is in the bar with his notebook.
He has cognac, and another one of the cigars that Joe gave him in the Dreaming.
Before him on the table is his gun. When he's through with the cigar, he's going to clean it.
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Aug. 9th, 2005 09:34 pmriver_meimeiRiver slips through the bar, silent on bare feet and distracted. She can be stealthy, sometimes when she's not even intending to be, and now's one of those times.
Out the door, and to the greenhouse.
There's a purple rose, clutched tight in one hand. Bright purple, the color of Anthy's hair; a long enough stem to hold, because it's been pinned to her shirt twice but never cut.
It's been a few days since Anthy was around to water the roses. Even so, the air in the greenhouse is redolant with the scent of roses, and fresh-turned earth, and moisture.
River curls up under the fountain, leaning her head against the cool stone, and stares at the rose in her hand. Her face is tear-streaked, but she's not crying now. She's motionless.
Out the door, and to the greenhouse.
There's a purple rose, clutched tight in one hand. Bright purple, the color of Anthy's hair; a long enough stem to hold, because it's been pinned to her shirt twice but never cut.
It's been a few days since Anthy was around to water the roses. Even so, the air in the greenhouse is redolant with the scent of roses, and fresh-turned earth, and moisture.
River curls up under the fountain, leaning her head against the cool stone, and stares at the rose in her hand. Her face is tear-streaked, but she's not crying now. She's motionless.
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Aug. 9th, 2005 03:01 pmsai_delgadoSusan comes in through the lake door and starts toward the couch-- then hesitates and goes to the bar, first.
A few minutes later, she's quietly curled up in her usual spot, with white tea and an orange. She's more focused on picking the orange apart than on actually eating it, but it's a start.
A few minutes later, she's quietly curled up in her usual spot, with white tea and an orange. She's more focused on picking the orange apart than on actually eating it, but it's a start.
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Aug. 9th, 2005 07:35 amno-prisoner.livejournal.com[OOC: Eddie dreams.
Warning for graphic violence and being possibly incoherent if you haven't read The Dark Half.]
Warning for graphic violence and being possibly incoherent if you haven't read The Dark Half.]
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Aug. 8th, 2005 11:41 pmlastgunslingerRoland is standing at the bar. He puts several pieces of paper on it.
( Notes for Aziraphael, Crowley, Ace, Tom, Faith, and Kitty )
The pieces of paper disappear.
Roland obtains a cup of coffee and settles in a booth to look over the plans one more time. To see if there's anything he can't tweak.
Ka-shume, aye. But about the great matters -- like ka -- Roland Deschain has no say. So he works.
[Please ping before tagging in. Say thankya. :D]
( Notes for Aziraphael, Crowley, Ace, Tom, Faith, and Kitty )The pieces of paper disappear.
Roland obtains a cup of coffee and settles in a booth to look over the plans one more time. To see if there's anything he can't tweak.
Ka-shume, aye. But about the great matters -- like ka -- Roland Deschain has no say. So he works.
[Please ping before tagging in. Say thankya. :D]
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Aug. 8th, 2005 09:38 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comThe final stretch before a battle is usually bad enough on its own.
Add ka-shume into to the mix, and what you get--in the case of Cuthbert Allgood, at least--is fidgeting.
He's been in motion as much as he can all day--borrowing Kiseki for a ride in the woods, treating his guns to a thorough and unnecessary cleaning--at one point, just pacing back and forth in his room, smoking agitatedly.
Now he's in the bar, sliding a mug of coffee back and forth between his hands and tapping one bootheel ceaselessly against the leg of a barstool.
It's going to be a long week.
Add ka-shume into to the mix, and what you get--in the case of Cuthbert Allgood, at least--is fidgeting.
He's been in motion as much as he can all day--borrowing Kiseki for a ride in the woods, treating his guns to a thorough and unnecessary cleaning--at one point, just pacing back and forth in his room, smoking agitatedly.
Now he's in the bar, sliding a mug of coffee back and forth between his hands and tapping one bootheel ceaselessly against the leg of a barstool.
It's going to be a long week.
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Aug. 8th, 2005 09:02 pmflybywashIt's official now: a week to go. Maybe less.
Wash doesn't have any flight work laid out in front of him, though. He's just seated by the fire, cradling his requisite mug of coffee and watching the people mill about.
One week left, after all, and there are some things that need to be enjoyed.
Wash doesn't have any flight work laid out in front of him, though. He's just seated by the fire, cradling his requisite mug of coffee and watching the people mill about.
One week left, after all, and there are some things that need to be enjoyed.
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Aug. 8th, 2005 08:14 pmhonest-johns.livejournal.comThere's a word in the High Speech: ka-shume.
It means the feeling that a ka-tet is going to break, soon. (And a ka-tet, the philosophers say, can only be broken by death or betrayal.) It's a blue melancholy, casting a pall over everything, passing among the members of a tet and shared by all.
Alain's felt it before, at Jericho Hill. Before Jamie DeCurry was killed by a sniper's bullet; before Alain himself fell gut-shot and bleeding onto the pre-dawn path, and Cuthbert Allgood died laughing in the midst of heated battle, and Roland was left to carry on alone.
So he recognizes it, when he feels it now.
The couch by the fire, and untouched graf and a pensive unseeing gaze at the flames.
It means the feeling that a ka-tet is going to break, soon. (And a ka-tet, the philosophers say, can only be broken by death or betrayal.) It's a blue melancholy, casting a pall over everything, passing among the members of a tet and shared by all.
Alain's felt it before, at Jericho Hill. Before Jamie DeCurry was killed by a sniper's bullet; before Alain himself fell gut-shot and bleeding onto the pre-dawn path, and Cuthbert Allgood died laughing in the midst of heated battle, and Roland was left to carry on alone.
So he recognizes it, when he feels it now.
The couch by the fire, and untouched graf and a pensive unseeing gaze at the flames.
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Aug. 7th, 2005 10:38 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.com[OOM: During this, Anthy has a post from her POV now that the fake-out's been inned.
. . . something like that.]
. . . something like that.]
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Aug. 7th, 2005 08:13 pmlastgunslinger[OOM: On the world of Praxed, there's a trip to the hospital for Simon, River, and Anthy.
There's also a meeting, with Mal, Roland, and a representative of the Tet Consortium.
And after the meeting, Simon shares some Very Bad News.]
There's also a meeting, with Mal, Roland, and a representative of the Tet Consortium.
And after the meeting, Simon shares some Very Bad News.]
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Aug. 7th, 2005 02:47 pmlastgunslingerRoland is sitting at a table by the bar, remnants of lunch -- a Really Big Sandwich and a bowl of soup -- in front of him. Now he's smoking, and reading more Yeats.
He's a cultured kind of guy.
[Locked to Mal Reynolds, please.]
He's a cultured kind of guy.
[Locked to Mal Reynolds, please.]
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Aug. 4th, 2005 01:12 amno-prisoner.livejournal.com[OOC: Way, Way, Way OOM: The Academy, Part 3
And if you missed them:
Part 1 (Icons here are out of date)
Part 2]
And if you missed them:
Part 1 (Icons here are out of date)
Part 2]
