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Aug. 16th, 2005 08:56 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
key-youth-bert.livejournal.com[OOM: In Serenity's infirmary, Cuthbert gets visitors.]
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Aug. 15th, 2005 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslinger[OOC: Very, very out of Milliways.
Here's an Argument, that has spoilers for the end of The Dark Tower 7. If you don't want to be spoiled, know that if it weren't for Roland's detour to Milliways...things would have happened very, very differently.
And here's the end, which is spoiler-free.
He says thankya.
So do I.
Long days and pleasant nights.]
Here's an Argument, that has spoilers for the end of The Dark Tower 7. If you don't want to be spoiled, know that if it weren't for Roland's detour to Milliways...things would have happened very, very differently.
And here's the end, which is spoiler-free.
He says thankya.
So do I.
Long days and pleasant nights.]
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Aug. 15th, 2005 07:03 pmpink-sombrera.livejournal.comSomewhere in an empty space in the bar, the air shimmers, and resolves itself after a few moments into a stable portal.
Two men step through: Ted Brautigan and Sheemie Ruiz.
Sheemie looks around the bar for a moment, and just has time for a smile of satisfaction before his knees buckle and, as might be expected, he slumps to the floor in the grip of a grand mal seizure.
Ted, knowing what was almost sure to come, was watching him carefully, and catches him in time to ease him down, holding his head still.
Two men step through: Ted Brautigan and Sheemie Ruiz.
Sheemie looks around the bar for a moment, and just has time for a smile of satisfaction before his knees buckle and, as might be expected, he slumps to the floor in the grip of a grand mal seizure.
Ted, knowing what was almost sure to come, was watching him carefully, and catches him in time to ease him down, holding his head still.
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Aug. 14th, 2005 11:23 pmlastgunslinger[OOC: Very out of Milliways. Roland Deschain, in New York City for his palaver with the heads of the Tet Corporation, visits the rose at 2 Hammarskjold Plaza and picks up a message from mo cuishle an old friend.]
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Aug. 14th, 2005 09:46 pmprydefulThey enter.
That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.
They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.
That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.
They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.
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Aug. 14th, 2005 08:31 pmyoung_tmriddleSpecial Argument for Midworld and NYC threads
*Tom has pushed himself nearly beyond what he can stand. Opening this far over time and space would be difficult even for a born Opener.
He keeps River’s hand-
(Get rid of her, find someone to take her, you’re done with this.)
-in his, because he's responsible for her safety now that he's the only one left to watch over her.
He sees Zoe, Kitty, and the others in a red haze of exhaustion and something else entirely.*
Good. Someone from your ship is here, River.
*He walks her over. He must look a sight – sickly pale face, dark shadows under the eyes, blood trickling from his nose…
He can hardly be blamed for leaving quickly. He’s done what was asked of him. He vaguely registers the absence of Cuthbert, Alain, Susan, and the others. He can't find the energy to care.*
Right. Here she is. Lost Roland – he bloody well didn’t make it through an Opening, but River knows about that. Anthy disappeared into a horrid flower.
*He shrugs, sneering slightly, still sick from the remembrance of the rose and the sickness it inspired within him.*
I don’t know why.
(And I don’t care.)
Good evening.
*He's never wanted to see Door so badly in all his life with her. He is cold, and she will warm him. He is sick, and she will heal him.
He turns and strides quickly to the House of Arch. If he doesn’t go quickly, he might fall over, and that will simply not do.*
*Tom has pushed himself nearly beyond what he can stand. Opening this far over time and space would be difficult even for a born Opener.
He keeps River’s hand-
(Get rid of her, find someone to take her, you’re done with this.)
-in his, because he's responsible for her safety now that he's the only one left to watch over her.
He sees Zoe, Kitty, and the others in a red haze of exhaustion and something else entirely.*
Good. Someone from your ship is here, River.
*He walks her over. He must look a sight – sickly pale face, dark shadows under the eyes, blood trickling from his nose…
He can hardly be blamed for leaving quickly. He’s done what was asked of him. He vaguely registers the absence of Cuthbert, Alain, Susan, and the others. He can't find the energy to care.*
Right. Here she is. Lost Roland – he bloody well didn’t make it through an Opening, but River knows about that. Anthy disappeared into a horrid flower.
*He shrugs, sneering slightly, still sick from the remembrance of the rose and the sickness it inspired within him.*
I don’t know why.
(And I don’t care.)
Good evening.
*He's never wanted to see Door so badly in all his life with her. He is cold, and she will warm him. He is sick, and she will heal him.
He turns and strides quickly to the House of Arch. If he doesn’t go quickly, he might fall over, and that will simply not do.*
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Aug. 14th, 2005 08:30 pmmaggot-teacher.livejournal.com*The front door opens.
Cort comes in.
He goes upstairs.
A few minutes later, he comes back downstairs, a misshapen rucksack over his back.
Without looking around, he goes straight to the door and back out again.*
Cort comes in.
He goes upstairs.
A few minutes later, he comes back downstairs, a misshapen rucksack over his back.
Without looking around, he goes straight to the door and back out again.*
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Aug. 14th, 2005 08:14 pmlastgunslingerThey've assembled.
It's not a military formation by any means. They're all sitting around in various places.
Roland is standing by the fireplace. It's still summer, so it's not lit...but you'd think it was. His eyes are on the front door.
Another door in his peripheral vision opens, and Eddie and Susannah come out of the staff wing. She kisses him, resting a hand on his face; he picks her up and holds her to him. Roland turns away from this. It's not his business.
It's another few minutes before the door opens, and Shepherd Book sticks his head in the door, looking around. Roland steps forward, eyebrows raised slightly...and when Book nods, Roland turns to look at all the rest, who are looking at him.
And he nods.
Tom, Kitty, Faith, Ace, Susannah, Alain, Cuthbert, and Susan all file out the door onto Serenity. Some linger a little in the door. Some don't.
Roland turns to look at Eddie, and gives him a crooked smile.
Then he goes through the door, and it shuts behind him.
As Mr. Anthony J. Crowley might say, heigh-ho.
It's not a military formation by any means. They're all sitting around in various places.
Roland is standing by the fireplace. It's still summer, so it's not lit...but you'd think it was. His eyes are on the front door.
Another door in his peripheral vision opens, and Eddie and Susannah come out of the staff wing. She kisses him, resting a hand on his face; he picks her up and holds her to him. Roland turns away from this. It's not his business.
It's another few minutes before the door opens, and Shepherd Book sticks his head in the door, looking around. Roland steps forward, eyebrows raised slightly...and when Book nods, Roland turns to look at all the rest, who are looking at him.
And he nods.
Tom, Kitty, Faith, Ace, Susannah, Alain, Cuthbert, and Susan all file out the door onto Serenity. Some linger a little in the door. Some don't.
Roland turns to look at Eddie, and gives him a crooked smile.
Then he goes through the door, and it shuts behind him.
As Mr. Anthony J. Crowley might say, heigh-ho.
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Aug. 14th, 2005 04:28 amkey-youth-bert.livejournal.com[OOM: Cuthbert and Susan, the night before the attack on the Academy.]
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Aug. 13th, 2005 11:50 pmbook-moshi.livejournal.com[OOC: On Serenity: Book and someone he met once.
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Aug. 13th, 2005 09:33 pmlastgunslinger[OOC: Immediately previous.]
It's not often that Roland looks at the St. Christopher's medal that belonged (belongs, some might say) to Joe Manco from this angle.
The chain is stretched out in front of him on the table, looking like the shaft of a spear. The medal itself is the spear's arrowhead, pointing directly at his right hand.
In front of him is a cup of coffee. No alcohol tonight. Tonight he abstains.
At his left hand is the Dream-lord's Christmas gift -- the small crystal ball that shows memories.
The feeling of ka-shume hasn't lifted. Khef has been shared among the tet. Tomorrow they go to war. So Roland Deschain sits, and drinks his coffee, and maybe every now and again his eyes go up to the photograph of him and Tonks above the bar and he smirks, and he remembers.
After all, as the poet has it --
One taste of the old time sets all to rights.
It's not often that Roland looks at the St. Christopher's medal that belonged (belongs, some might say) to Joe Manco from this angle.
The chain is stretched out in front of him on the table, looking like the shaft of a spear. The medal itself is the spear's arrowhead, pointing directly at his right hand.
In front of him is a cup of coffee. No alcohol tonight. Tonight he abstains.
At his left hand is the Dream-lord's Christmas gift -- the small crystal ball that shows memories.
The feeling of ka-shume hasn't lifted. Khef has been shared among the tet. Tomorrow they go to war. So Roland Deschain sits, and drinks his coffee, and maybe every now and again his eyes go up to the photograph of him and Tonks above the bar and he smirks, and he remembers.
After all, as the poet has it --
One taste of the old time sets all to rights.
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Aug. 13th, 2005 12:19 amriver_meimeiThere are a few wooden benches in the greenhouse, scattered here and there among the tidily graveled paths. River's lying on her back in one, one knee pulled up and the other dangling off the edge, head propped against the wrought-iron armrest with its rose-filigree.
Porridge Woman the frog sits on the ground next to her foot, catching the occasional fly. A rabbit sits on River's chest; she's gently stroking it.
The humid breezeless air smells of
(Anthy)
roses.
Porridge Woman the frog sits on the ground next to her foot, catching the occasional fly. A rabbit sits on River's chest; she's gently stroking it.
The humid breezeless air smells of
(Anthy)
roses.
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Aug. 12th, 2005 04:25 amriver_meimei[In the Dreaming: River and Roland discuss the Academy attack, and are visited by an old friend.]
A shimmering, by the bar, and then three people fade in. Moiraine, Roland, and River.
River's wearing something new: a wool poncho, a no-color that might once have been green. It's a little too large for her. Close friends of Joe Manco might, perhaps, find it familiar.
Moiraine releases their hands, with a serene nod of farewell, and vanishes again, returning to the Dreaming. Roland bends, slightly, to say a few quiet words to River. She nods, with what might be a faint smile, and he gives her hand a small squeeze before releasing it.
Roland sees her to the door. When she's slipped through, back to Serenity, he turns and goes upstairs.
A shimmering, by the bar, and then three people fade in. Moiraine, Roland, and River.
River's wearing something new: a wool poncho, a no-color that might once have been green. It's a little too large for her. Close friends of Joe Manco might, perhaps, find it familiar.
Moiraine releases their hands, with a serene nod of farewell, and vanishes again, returning to the Dreaming. Roland bends, slightly, to say a few quiet words to River. She nods, with what might be a faint smile, and he gives her hand a small squeeze before releasing it.
Roland sees her to the door. When she's slipped through, back to Serenity, he turns and goes upstairs.
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Aug. 12th, 2005 04:24 amsimon_doctor[OOM: Simon talks to River about the upcoming attack.]
[He really, really doesn't want her to go.]
[He really, really doesn't want her to go.]
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Aug. 12th, 2005 01:05 amaj_crawleyIn a magical Millitime wherein Crowley is not upstairs in Lilly and Mel's hot tub (hur hur hur), he's in the bar. Likely with tea - or maybe coffee - and probably still going over those Academy plans.
He's probably distractable, though.
He's probably distractable, though.
