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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_maidSunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin' to you.]
[OOC: Some threads still ongoing.]
kitchen_maidSunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin' to you.]
[OOC: Some threads still ongoing.]
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Aug. 15th, 2012 01:23 pmkitchen_maidWith my chick by my side the radio does the trick.
I love to dance right on the spot!
The beat's really hot,
Dance, dance, dance, yeah!]
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Aug. 14th, 2012 09:04 pmkitchen_maidWithout delay,
But careful not
To lose the way.
Into the woods,
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?]
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Jul. 23rd, 2012 08:41 pmlearned_the_truthJohn Winchester has always sucked at wrapping presents.
Mary had been good at it—edges always even, corners military sharp. John, on the other hand, is starting to feel desperate. A grown man should not be defeated by gift wrap. Unfortunately, gift wrap is laughing in his face.
Does a one-year-old really care if his birthday present is wrapped or not?
Well, Sammy won’t, but Dean sure will. Dean’s birthday had passed with very little fanfare, a fact that John feels a healthy dose of parental guilt about. Dean didn’t seem to care, but what he does care about is that Sammy’s first birthday is done right.
They’d gone to K-Mart to pick out his present; a board book about ducks and a red plastic dump truck. He had grabbed a pack of balloon print paper and a roll of tape almost as an afterthought.
An afterthought that he’s cursing now as he attempts to scrape off the twisted length of tape that’s binding all the fingers on his left hand together. The half-wrapped present on the table looks like something that’s gone through a trash compactor.
He’s keeping the volume low, but the air around John’s table is growing thick and blue.
[OOC: A brief character note.]
Mary had been good at it—edges always even, corners military sharp. John, on the other hand, is starting to feel desperate. A grown man should not be defeated by gift wrap. Unfortunately, gift wrap is laughing in his face.
Does a one-year-old really care if his birthday present is wrapped or not?
Well, Sammy won’t, but Dean sure will. Dean’s birthday had passed with very little fanfare, a fact that John feels a healthy dose of parental guilt about. Dean didn’t seem to care, but what he does care about is that Sammy’s first birthday is done right.
They’d gone to K-Mart to pick out his present; a board book about ducks and a red plastic dump truck. He had grabbed a pack of balloon print paper and a roll of tape almost as an afterthought.
An afterthought that he’s cursing now as he attempts to scrape off the twisted length of tape that’s binding all the fingers on his left hand together. The half-wrapped present on the table looks like something that’s gone through a trash compactor.
He’s keeping the volume low, but the air around John’s table is growing thick and blue.
[OOC: A brief character note.]
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Jul. 23rd, 2012 07:57 pmnotefulMeg Ford (who, thanks to the laws of Quebec, is still Meg Ford despite having gotten married since her last visit here) has quite a bright smile this evening.
She picks a table with a good view of the bar, orders mint tea from a waitrat, and, that taken care or, pulls several envelopes of photographs (all of the wedding, from various friends and family members with cameras) from her bag.
She picks a table with a good view of the bar, orders mint tea from a waitrat, and, that taken care or, pulls several envelopes of photographs (all of the wedding, from various friends and family members with cameras) from her bag.
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Jul. 6th, 2012 02:00 pmnoteful[OOM: Someday when we're dreaming,
Deep in love, not a lot to say.
Then we will remember
Things we said today.]
Deep in love, not a lot to say.
Then we will remember
Things we said today.]
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Jul. 5th, 2012 09:12 pmnotefulMeg Ford comes into the bar this evening wearing pale blue pajamas and carrying a mug of mint tea, her book of crossword puzzles tucked under her arm.
This is not Sylvain and Ginette's guest room. And while she cannot say she was expecting the bar right now, she's not at all sorry to see it turn up, either.
Meg picks a comfortable looking chair and settles in for a spell.
Her smile is absolutely luminous tonight.
[OOC: Last chance to talk to Meg before she gets married. :)]
This is not Sylvain and Ginette's guest room. And while she cannot say she was expecting the bar right now, she's not at all sorry to see it turn up, either.
Meg picks a comfortable looking chair and settles in for a spell.
Her smile is absolutely luminous tonight.
[OOC: Last chance to talk to Meg before she gets married. :)]
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Jul. 5th, 2012 06:28 pmnoteful[OOM: Lucky I'm in love with my best friend,
Lucky to have been where I have been,
Lucky to be coming home again.]
Lucky to have been where I have been,
Lucky to be coming home again.]
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Jun. 26th, 2012 08:10 amgavemea_45[OOM:
He who seeks, let him not cease seeking until he finds;
and when he finds he will be troubled...
and when he finds he will be troubled...
--the Gospel of Thomas]
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Jun. 13th, 2012 08:48 pmnotefulMeg comes into the bar this evening in jeans and what is rather obviously one of her fiance's old shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hair is pinned up and still damp from having had two days' worth of packing and cleaning and moving washed out of it.
Alain has gone to pick up dinner -- neither of them was feeling up to cooking -- and Meg was planning to start unpacking her books onto the shelves he has cleared for them.
But she's perfectly happy to break for tea at the end of the universe, instead.
So, one slightly tired recent university graduate at a not-quite-in-main-bustle-of-things table.
Botherable.
Alain has gone to pick up dinner -- neither of them was feeling up to cooking -- and Meg was planning to start unpacking her books onto the shelves he has cleared for them.
But she's perfectly happy to break for tea at the end of the universe, instead.
So, one slightly tired recent university graduate at a not-quite-in-main-bustle-of-things table.
Botherable.
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Jun. 3rd, 2012 08:40 pmnotefulMeg comes into the bar this evening in jeans, a light blue button down shirt, and a pair of white satin shoes with three-inch heels.
They don't really go with the outfit, but she's getting married in just over a month, and she needs to work on breaking them in a little. They're her something new, but she doesn't want them that new. She'd like to be able to enjoy dancing at her own reception.
So, one slightly-taller-than-usual Canadian, taking the kind of careful steps you take when the shoes are new and you're used to flats.
They don't really go with the outfit, but she's getting married in just over a month, and she needs to work on breaking them in a little. They're her something new, but she doesn't want them that new. She'd like to be able to enjoy dancing at her own reception.
So, one slightly-taller-than-usual Canadian, taking the kind of careful steps you take when the shoes are new and you're used to flats.
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May. 10th, 2012 08:36 pmnotefulMeg Ford has a long list of names and addresses in front of her, several piles of envelopes, and two piles of formal wedding invitations, one in English and one in French.
In a little under two months, Meg Ford is getting married, which means it's time to get the invitations in the mail. And as her handwriting is significantly better than that of the groom . . . well, he gets to deal actually mailing them, but addressing them all is her job.
And working on them in Milliways means not losing an entire day to this particular project.
Meg finishes addressing another envelope, double checks the spelling of Alain's cousins' names, sets the envelope in the box for Finished Invitations, and makes a neat check mark on her list.
[OOC: Mun is celebrating finally having working internet again!]
In a little under two months, Meg Ford is getting married, which means it's time to get the invitations in the mail. And as her handwriting is significantly better than that of the groom . . . well, he gets to deal actually mailing them, but addressing them all is her job.
And working on them in Milliways means not losing an entire day to this particular project.
Meg finishes addressing another envelope, double checks the spelling of Alain's cousins' names, sets the envelope in the box for Finished Invitations, and makes a neat check mark on her list.
[OOC: Mun is celebrating finally having working internet again!]
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Apr. 16th, 2012 07:52 pmnotefulIt's been a couple of weeks, from Meg's perspective, since last she was here. And that's been all right. Things are still settling out with Alain (and things aren't bad, they're just still settling), and she's been busy with the last month of term.
She hasn't exactly been sorry that Milliways hasn't been lurking behind doorways the past couple of weeks, but she also isn't exactly sorry it has turned up now.
Assuming it more or less behaves itself this evening, of course.
So, fairly thoughtful Canadian university student, sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking mint tea and watching the end of the universe go by.
She hasn't exactly been sorry that Milliways hasn't been lurking behind doorways the past couple of weeks, but she also isn't exactly sorry it has turned up now.
Assuming it more or less behaves itself this evening, of course.
So, fairly thoughtful Canadian university student, sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, drinking mint tea and watching the end of the universe go by.
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Apr. 13th, 2012 01:30 pmnotefulThis love will change you.
Well I ask,
Isn't that what love's supposed to do?]
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Apr. 12th, 2012 12:18 pmnotefulThe last of the spots has faded and Meg is calling her bout of chickenpox over and done. Except for the occasional cough, but that's the sort of thing no one will find all that odd.
She's ready to be home again.
Meg stops off briefly to return to Bar some of the things she's accumulated over the last two weeks, and to leave a ( note for Carlisle )
And that done, Meg heads back to Montreal.
[OOC: Not taggable, just sending her home.]
She's ready to be home again.
Meg stops off briefly to return to Bar some of the things she's accumulated over the last two weeks, and to leave a ( note for Carlisle )
And that done, Meg heads back to Montreal.
[OOC: Not taggable, just sending her home.]
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Apr. 11th, 2012 08:29 pmgavemea_45[OOM: We can't afford for me to do the right thing.]
It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.
He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.
He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.
[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]
It's been a long time since he'd last really 'powered up,' as Ruby teases him by calling it. Sam can feel the effects twisting through him. Everything seems brighter, sharper, clearer; he feels clearer, stronger, ready for anything.
He can't sit still, and he sure as hell can't go back to the motel room until it wears off a little - Dean'll notice something's wrong in a hot second, and Sam doesn't want to lie to him unless he has to.
He pushes through the door to Milliways instead. Maybe he can walk it off there, at least a little bit.
[OOC note: Sam is currently riding a paranormal high due to the effects of ingesting demon blood. If your character would be able to detect that sort of taint, feel free to have them do so! Just don't expect him necesssarily to admit it.]
