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Dec. 8th, 2012 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzoTeenage sprite with a burger and shake, studying with a certain degree of anxiety. Anyone looking over his shoulder may see pictures of flying cars and/or peculiar traffic signs.
Botherable in the interest of mental health.
[OOC: All threads take place before the one with AndrAIa, unless you wish to encounter both of them in the garage instead.]
Botherable in the interest of mental health.
[OOC: All threads take place before the one with AndrAIa, unless you wish to encounter both of them in the garage instead.]
Happy birthday, Enzo!
Sep. 7th, 2012 08:36 ama1enzo[OOM: In his own world, Enzo celebrates his birthday with family and friends.]
Out by the Caribbean inlet this afternoon/evening, a makeshift boardwalk has been set up on the beach, and on and around the boardwalk, a small funfair. Booths offer carnival games for prizes; waitrats are dispensing food (free; it's a party) from the type of carts normally associated with hot dog vendors, although there's rather more variety available here. Beachy music—with, if you pay attention, oddly computer-centric lyrics—plays over loudspeakers.
And, of course, the sand and waves are ever so inviting.
[OOC: Party time! All Enzo's friends are invited, of course, but everyone is welcome! Open forever, slowtime is love!Slowtime is really love, in fact, because I'll be in the car for hours today and Sunday and have to tag very slowly via Kindle, and Saturday is my sister-in-law's baby shower...]
Out by the Caribbean inlet this afternoon/evening, a makeshift boardwalk has been set up on the beach, and on and around the boardwalk, a small funfair. Booths offer carnival games for prizes; waitrats are dispensing food (free; it's a party) from the type of carts normally associated with hot dog vendors, although there's rather more variety available here. Beachy music—with, if you pay attention, oddly computer-centric lyrics—plays over loudspeakers.
And, of course, the sand and waves are ever so inviting.
[OOC: Party time! All Enzo's friends are invited, of course, but everyone is welcome! Open forever, slowtime is love!
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Jan. 22nd, 2012 12:31 pmnotascreensaverAndrAIa's been a little on the busy side for the past while. Between Game duty, running her shop, and raising her daughter, her life's left little opportunity for her to visit Milliways.
Nonetheless, she has a promise to keep, so here she is, with her brother-in-law at her side.
Nonetheless, she has a promise to keep, so here she is, with her brother-in-law at her side.
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Sep. 14th, 2010 02:49 pma1enzoThere's an aura of testosterone outside today with at least a thirty-yard radius. Its epicentre is whaling on the punching bag like he has a personal grudge against it—not just punching, either, but attacking with feet and elbows and occasionally his head.
It's not exactly anger, or not entirely anger. Less than he felt a week ago, certainly. It's more that there's so much of everything washing around in him right now that something has to come out.
On a related but less turbulent note, there's a barely perceptible darker shade of green on his upper lip.
It's not exactly anger, or not entirely anger. Less than he felt a week ago, certainly. It's more that there's so much of everything washing around in him right now that something has to come out.
On a related but less turbulent note, there's a barely perceptible darker shade of green on his upper lip.
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Sep. 7th, 2010 01:07 pma1enzo[OOM: "As you approach age 11, you will upgrade into puberty. This upgrade includes new features which will likely be uncomfortable and even shocking at first. The most notable of these is the initialization of the libido..." —Version Notes: What's Happening to My Code?]
Enzo is, in no particular order: two inches taller than he was yesterday; at a table; reading something; cranky; and botherable.
Enzo is, in no particular order: two inches taller than he was yesterday; at a table; reading something; cranky; and botherable.
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May. 26th, 2010 04:00 pma1enzoThe Door opens on four sprites, one of them decidedly tiny and another canine in nature.
"Here you are, Ana," the green one tells the tiny one. "Welcome to... Cubefall! Oh, man! Alphanumeric!"
The befinned one looks around the bar with a smile, adjusting her hold on her daughter as the group make their way inside. "Talk about first impressions, eh, Sprout?"
The canine one makes a snorting noise and paces a vigilant perimeter around woman and child. (He may also have an eye out for construction toys operable by jaw.)
[Two muns, two pups, two subpups! We're flexible!]
"Here you are, Ana," the green one tells the tiny one. "Welcome to... Cubefall! Oh, man! Alphanumeric!"
[Two muns, two pups, two subpups! We're flexible!]
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May. 3rd, 2010 06:35 pma1enzo[OOM: Enzo Matrix, meet your not!daughter.]
Juvenile sprite by the fire with fried paradoxes. He's nigh unto blissed out, so he probably won't mind if you steal one. (He also has some leftover chocolate cigars.)
Juvenile sprite by the fire with fried paradoxes. He's nigh unto blissed out, so he probably won't mind if you steal one. (He also has some leftover chocolate cigars.)
try_corsetsElizabeth doesn't know what to expect from her first baby shower and is, in fact, rather apprehensive when she arrives in the bar this evening. Not that she would let reticence keep her away however, and once the door is shut and she's had a chance to look around she is too busy taking in the decorations to concern herself with how strange the idea still seems.
Mike has outdone himself. He's gone and turned what was once merely a watering hole at the end of the universe into an intergalactic tiki bar. Each of the free standing tables has been decorated as its own private island by way of blue table clothes and cray paper palm trees. Some even have palm-sized plastic fish hanging from the hem like fringe. Booths are done up like various mainland ports of call with salt and pepper shakers in the shapes of ships and barges. And as if there wasn't enough in the way of horizontal surfaces to decorate, Mike brought in two full length tables to serve as anchors for the buffet and gift station. After all, what's a baby shower if not an opportunity to wheedle presents from those nearest and dearest to your heart. Just... ignore any passing resemblance these tables have to The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl. Along the floor are lines marking distances in latitude and longitude, with large red Xs denoting the various important features of decoration.
Though... strangely absent from this Pirate Ninja themed baby shower are... well, the ninjas. One might have to look close indeed to find them, but there are inch tall ninjas hiding in every nook, cranny, and shadow of the decorations. Just waiting for any opportunity to flip out of a palm tree, streamer, or egg salad sandwich and steal your life.
Glancing down a the large 'X' upon which she's currently standing, Elizabeth stiffens when someone -- a brave someone, she presumes -- removes her hat and slaps another on her head. It feels vaguely... conical.
"Arrrrrr. Permission to come aboard?" says Mike in one ear. Then, moving to her other side, "Permission granted!" With that, he prods her toward a very proud Bar, whose finish fairly beams with it (though please don't go asking her for drinks during her party).
[OOC: Welcome to the first ever Milliways Baby Shower/Happy Hour! Come one, come all, come in pirate or ninja costume... yeah, the invite on the noticeboard probably put that out there as an agreeable option. We are running this as a traditional party post, so there will be several comment sub-threads ASAP: Introductions/Reactions/Arrivals, Drinks & Food, EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE, Presents (to be evenly distributed among all expectant parents, if not expressly labeled for certain people), and dancing... to the evil karaoke machine? Who knows! Go crazy. :D
Pauses likely on our ends for commuting and food, but... thread hop away and party on!]
Mike has outdone himself. He's gone and turned what was once merely a watering hole at the end of the universe into an intergalactic tiki bar. Each of the free standing tables has been decorated as its own private island by way of blue table clothes and cray paper palm trees. Some even have palm-sized plastic fish hanging from the hem like fringe. Booths are done up like various mainland ports of call with salt and pepper shakers in the shapes of ships and barges. And as if there wasn't enough in the way of horizontal surfaces to decorate, Mike brought in two full length tables to serve as anchors for the buffet and gift station. After all, what's a baby shower if not an opportunity to wheedle presents from those nearest and dearest to your heart. Just... ignore any passing resemblance these tables have to The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl. Along the floor are lines marking distances in latitude and longitude, with large red Xs denoting the various important features of decoration.
Though... strangely absent from this Pirate Ninja themed baby shower are... well, the ninjas. One might have to look close indeed to find them, but there are inch tall ninjas hiding in every nook, cranny, and shadow of the decorations. Just waiting for any opportunity to flip out of a palm tree, streamer, or egg salad sandwich and steal your life.
Glancing down a the large 'X' upon which she's currently standing, Elizabeth stiffens when someone -- a brave someone, she presumes -- removes her hat and slaps another on her head. It feels vaguely... conical.
"Arrrrrr. Permission to come aboard?" says Mike in one ear. Then, moving to her other side, "Permission granted!" With that, he prods her toward a very proud Bar, whose finish fairly beams with it (though please don't go asking her for drinks during her party).
[OOC: Welcome to the first ever Milliways Baby Shower/Happy Hour! Come one, come all, come in pirate or ninja costume... yeah, the invite on the noticeboard probably put that out there as an agreeable option. We are running this as a traditional party post, so there will be several comment sub-threads ASAP: Introductions/Reactions/Arrivals, Drinks & Food, EVIL KARAOKE MACHINE, Presents (to be evenly distributed among all expectant parents, if not expressly labeled for certain people), and dancing... to the evil karaoke machine? Who knows! Go crazy. :D
Pauses likely on our ends for commuting and food, but... thread hop away and party on!]
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Jan. 26th, 2010 11:02 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is tucked in one corner of the bar, knitting a blanket for a small person. Not his small person on this occasion; it'll be a gift for Mia's baby.
The task is helping to keep his mind occupied and not stressed, but he's still keeping a close eye on the room. And he has his sign up, just in case.
Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Company welcome, even if it's just to mock his knitting abilities.
The task is helping to keep his mind occupied and not stressed, but he's still keeping a close eye on the room. And he has his sign up, just in case.
Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in
Company welcome, even if it's just to mock his knitting abilities.
justdidntseeitwhitetextiswhite
Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes andincredibly belated gifts for AndrAIa, Bart Allen, Coreen Fennel, Dani Phantom, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dr. Simon Tam, Enzo, Felix of Vale, Matrix, Nathan Petrelli, Rabastan LeStrange, The Question, and Val Von Doom.
Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.
With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.
[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'muber lame about to head out into the frozen tundra to run some errands (ick, grownupdom), but feel free to tag in with your character receiving their gift here if you like! ]
Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes and
Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.
With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.
[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'm
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Jan. 4th, 2010 10:55 pmwalkstheboundsJamie's got one eye behind him as he tumbles into the bar, looking rather incongruously dapper in a smart waistcoat and cap.
He eyes the silver candlesticks in his hand rather ruefully - much good they'll do him now!
He eyes the silver candlesticks in his hand rather ruefully - much good they'll do him now!
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Nov. 3rd, 2009 11:03 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
renegade-enzo.livejournal.com[OOM: So what's it going to be?]
Millitimed to before Halloween.
There's a renegade in the bar for a brief moment. Brief. Because all he has time for is to leave a ( note ).
Now done, he's heading back to the apartment. There are things that need doing there, after all.
Millitimed to before Halloween.
There's a renegade in the bar for a brief moment. Brief. Because all he has time for is to leave a ( note ).
Now done, he's heading back to the apartment. There are things that need doing there, after all.
Millitimed (and written in) October...
Nov. 3rd, 2009 09:31 pmcommand_dot_com[OOM: After a talk, Dot remembers where she gets most of it from... and the next day has a reminder that she's already passed some of it on.]
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Nov. 2nd, 2009 08:49 pmami_imperfectIt's not a happy halfa that comes through the doorway of Milliways tonight. But then you'd be annoyed too if your trick or treating and other Halloween festivities had been interrupted by an upswing in ghost activity back home.
"Chocolate milkshake, please," Dani requests as she hops up on a bar stool and thunks her forehead against the bar top. "Large." The ice cream treat appears as requested, along with a note. Curious Dani picks it up and reads through it, before crumpling it up and stuffing it in the pocket of her hoodie.
Great. Now Danny will be trying even harder to keep her out of here.
OOC: [car keys post for Wolfgang Grimmer, but if anyone else feels like poking a mildly peeved half-ghost then have at!]
"Chocolate milkshake, please," Dani requests as she hops up on a bar stool and thunks her forehead against the bar top. "Large." The ice cream treat appears as requested, along with a note. Curious Dani picks it up and reads through it, before crumpling it up and stuffing it in the pocket of her hoodie.
Great. Now Danny will be trying even harder to keep her out of here.
OOC: [car keys post for Wolfgang Grimmer, but if anyone else feels like poking a mildly peeved half-ghost then have at!]
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Oct. 31st, 2009 07:00 pmnotascreensaverAndrAIa can always tell when Matrix has had a tough time in the Games, so, when her husband comes through their apartment door with his "Pony Meadows" face on, she immediately guides him to their Milliways door without asking if it was "Pony Meadows" again.
Once inside the bar, AndrAIa feels her clothes shift. Looking down at herself, she turns to fire a wry comment at Matrix, only to see that he too has been changed.
AndrAIa smirks.
"My, what big teeth you have."
Once inside the bar, AndrAIa feels her clothes shift. Looking down at herself, she turns to fire a wry comment at Matrix, only to see that he too has been changed.
AndrAIa smirks.
"My, what big teeth you have."
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Oct. 28th, 2009 07:45 pmcapt_angieIt's a cold, wet and muddy Angelina who finds her way into the bar today after a long Quidditch training session. Just what I need, she thinks smiling inwardly, a large alcoholic drink.
She heads to the bar and orders a very large Firewhiskey and perches herself on a stool. Eventually she'll set about drying herself off with magic but for now she'll settle for the Firewhisley.
[OOC: Car keys post for AndrAIa (notascreensaver ). Open to everyone else as well :) ]
She heads to the bar and orders a very large Firewhiskey and perches herself on a stool. Eventually she'll set about drying herself off with magic but for now she'll settle for the Firewhisley.
[OOC: Car keys post for AndrAIa (
notascreensaver ). Open to everyone else as well :) ](no subject)
Oct. 18th, 2009 10:32 pmrenegade-enzo.livejournal.comFinally back in his usual duds after being toga-d a day or two ago, one rather large green sprite is sitting in front of a television.
There is a game on.
Football.
No, not the refined game affectionately nicknamed "footy"; the other kind. Gridiron. Pigskin. Tackling. Superbowls.
Matrix finds he likes this kind of football [not that he knows about the other kind] very much.
I mean, for example, dogpiling on someone to keep him from reaching the goal once he's got the ball?
These are Users after his own heart.
Talk to him if you want, but don't tell him to change the channel.
There is a game on.
Football.
No, not the refined game affectionately nicknamed "footy"; the other kind. Gridiron. Pigskin. Tackling. Superbowls.
Matrix finds he likes this kind of football [not that he knows about the other kind] very much.
I mean, for example, dogpiling on someone to keep him from reaching the goal once he's got the ball?
These are Users after his own heart.
Talk to him if you want, but don't tell him to change the channel.
renegade-enzo.livejournal.comBig green sprite, be-toga-d and miffed.
Come make it more tolerable? Please?
Come make it more tolerable? Please?
renegade-enzo.livejournal.comSort of.
The door opens up with a violent shove, a voice familiar-but-different can be heard before the speaker is seen.
"I can't keep doing this, AndrAIa. We nearly lost that Game!"
There's a pause. Then the speaker steps through, but not enough to see where he is, as he's turning his back to face someone outside.
"How many more Games will we play before we're deleted or nullified? I'm tired of this!"
It's now that it's obvious he had something in one of his hands as he flings something out the door. What it is is anyone's guess.
"I just want a drink. Enough to make me forget about everything."
A softer, more feminine voice drifts its way through the open door to reply to the familiar looking sprite in the doorway.
"I know, Enzo, but we have to keep going. Otherwise, we're never going to get back to Mainframe."
"Mainframe. Yeah. We'll see the Web long before we see Mainframe again..."
He turns around, still carrying on with his complaining before abruptly stopping as he looks up.
Being in a bar is nothing new—this person has been in them before. This bar, however...
"What in the Net? What is this place?"
[On a whim I decided to bring in younger versions of Matrix and AndrAIa into the bar, just for WTF and lulz. This may or may not be a one-of thing. Either way, neither individual will remember this encounter. It would screw up too much Millicanon if they did.
Anyways, have fun.]
The door opens up with a violent shove, a voice familiar-but-different can be heard before the speaker is seen.
"I can't keep doing this, AndrAIa. We nearly lost that Game!"
There's a pause. Then the speaker steps through, but not enough to see where he is, as he's turning his back to face someone outside.
"How many more Games will we play before we're deleted or nullified? I'm tired of this!"
It's now that it's obvious he had something in one of his hands as he flings something out the door. What it is is anyone's guess.
"I just want a drink. Enough to make me forget about everything."
A softer, more feminine voice drifts its way through the open door to reply to the familiar looking sprite in the doorway.
"I know, Enzo, but we have to keep going. Otherwise, we're never going to get back to Mainframe."
"Mainframe. Yeah. We'll see the Web long before we see Mainframe again..."
He turns around, still carrying on with his complaining before abruptly stopping as he looks up.
Being in a bar is nothing new—this person has been in them before. This bar, however...
"What in the Net? What is this place?"
[On a whim I decided to bring in younger versions of Matrix and AndrAIa into the bar, just for WTF and lulz. This may or may not be a one-of thing. Either way, neither individual will remember this encounter. It would screw up too much Millicanon if they did.
Anyways, have fun.]
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Sep. 13th, 2009 02:11 amrenegade-enzo.livejournal.com( The reason why he's here. )
"Don't you have any on hand?" Matrix asks the bar, hoping that at least Milliways will have the desired snack item.
Not currently. AndrAIa cleaned us out, too.
Frag.
How is he going to tell his increasingly moody spouse he can't provide her with what she wants?
Distractions now are in order.
Read that as delay-and-divert tactics for when his wife gets here.
[Slowtime is in effect due to the late hour of posting. Tag whenever you're able to.]
"Don't you have any on hand?" Matrix asks the bar, hoping that at least Milliways will have the desired snack item.
Not currently. AndrAIa cleaned us out, too.
Frag.
How is he going to tell his increasingly moody spouse he can't provide her with what she wants?
Distractions now are in order.
Read that as delay-and-divert tactics for when his wife gets here.
[Slowtime is in effect due to the late hour of posting. Tag whenever you're able to.]
