Student. Storyboards. Coffee.
Dec. 12th, 2007 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obligatoryassLogan's got an assignment: Storyboards for a short film, five minutes long, with a beginning, middle and end.
Like anyone with an assignment like this one, he knows he'll probably have to turn it into an actual film by the end of the class. So he's taking this seriously, because he wants it to be something he can achieve.
He just doesn't know where to start, really.
Like anyone with an assignment like this one, he knows he'll probably have to turn it into an actual film by the end of the class. So he's taking this seriously, because he wants it to be something he can achieve.
He just doesn't know where to start, really.
Bartending!
Nov. 3rd, 2007 11:40 amwatching_you[OOM: In which Veronica volunteers to bartend and search for Mike's body, in no particular order.]
They don't teach gun flair at the FBI academy, which in Veronica's mind, is a shortcoming of the program.
They don't teach gun anything to their summer interns, of course, but this is beside the point.
And just as there seems, to Veronica, to be little point in having a gun if you can't wave and spin it around in creative ways, there seems to be little point in manning a bar if you can't do fun things with the bottles. Which is to say, be wary of ordering beer if it's not from a keg.
On the board behind the bar, she's scrawled:
Specials
Agent Orange
Crime of Passion
Clueless
A bottle of vodka makes a wobbly half-spin in her hands, as she beams up at the bar.
"Happy hour's open for business. Who's thirsty?"
[OOC:BRB SHOWER. Will pick up tags when I get back! Returned!]
They don't teach gun flair at the FBI academy, which in Veronica's mind, is a shortcoming of the program.
They don't teach gun anything to their summer interns, of course, but this is beside the point.
And just as there seems, to Veronica, to be little point in having a gun if you can't wave and spin it around in creative ways, there seems to be little point in manning a bar if you can't do fun things with the bottles. Which is to say, be wary of ordering beer if it's not from a keg.
On the board behind the bar, she's scrawled:
Agent Orange
Crime of Passion
Clueless
A bottle of vodka makes a wobbly half-spin in her hands, as she beams up at the bar.
"Happy hour's open for business. Who's thirsty?"
[OOC:
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Nov. 2nd, 2007 04:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
kayip.livejournal.com[Millitimed to a few days ago: There's a cost to moving on. Warnings for... the mun generally being a horrible person.]
Behrooz is at the piano. His memory for this, at least, hasn't faded.
Though at the moment, there's no sheet music, and he isn't playing from memory - he's just playing, and from the careful pacing and relatively simple chords, he's making it up as he goes along.
And it's something like reassuring to know that he's still able to do this.
Behrooz is at the piano. His memory for this, at least, hasn't faded.
Though at the moment, there's no sheet music, and he isn't playing from memory - he's just playing, and from the careful pacing and relatively simple chords, he's making it up as he goes along.
And it's something like reassuring to know that he's still able to do this.
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Oct. 24th, 2007 10:08 pmangela-edmunds.livejournal.comIt's been a while, and things have been happening back home. Dull, all things considered, but things all have effects, and letting her mother back into her life has been a big thing.
Her mother has been clean and sober and hardly ever a hard word between them, but Angela was still wary, understandably. Their relationship had never run smoothly and to tell the truth, Angela was a little bit afraid of her.
She was more than happy to be here tonight, though, just here in a chair with her kitten--now well on her way to being a very large cat--on her lap. Anwen was just content to be stroked and loved, and Angela was well on her way to dozing off in front of the fire. Though not entirely.
Her mother has been clean and sober and hardly ever a hard word between them, but Angela was still wary, understandably. Their relationship had never run smoothly and to tell the truth, Angela was a little bit afraid of her.
She was more than happy to be here tonight, though, just here in a chair with her kitten--now well on her way to being a very large cat--on her lap. Anwen was just content to be stroked and loved, and Angela was well on her way to dozing off in front of the fire. Though not entirely.
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Oct. 24th, 2007 08:20 pmgavemea_45[OOM: As Al Swearengen has been known to say: 'on Deadwood's main thoroughfare, comely whores, decently priced liquor, and the squarest games of chance in the hills remain unabatedly available at all hours, seven days a week.']
The front door opens. Beyond is a small room, much like a hallway, and beyond that an open door that leads back to Swearengen's office.
Not that anyone who's looking would have much time to see any of this, as the door's not open long. Mac's the first one to bolt through, with Sam close behind her.
It takes Dean a few seconds longer to follow-- long enough for his brother to already be turning around to go back after him-- but then he comes through as well and shuts the door.
Hard.
"Don't know about you two, but I'm thinkin' now'd be a really good time for a drink."
[OOC: Three muns, three characters, open post-- tag any or all, just let us know who!]
[ETA: And slowtime in effect! Thank you all. Apologies in advance from me (Aspen), whose schedule until Sunday is about to be way intermittent, but we will definitely all be making an effort to keep track and catch up ASAP when possible, just so you know. :) ]
The front door opens. Beyond is a small room, much like a hallway, and beyond that an open door that leads back to Swearengen's office.
Not that anyone who's looking would have much time to see any of this, as the door's not open long. Mac's the first one to bolt through, with Sam close behind her.
It takes Dean a few seconds longer to follow-- long enough for his brother to already be turning around to go back after him-- but then he comes through as well and shuts the door.
Hard.
"Don't know about you two, but I'm thinkin' now'd be a really good time for a drink."
[OOC: Three muns, three characters, open post-- tag any or all, just let us know who!]
[ETA: And slowtime in effect! Thank you all. Apologies in advance from me (Aspen), whose schedule until Sunday is about to be way intermittent, but we will definitely all be making an effort to keep track and catch up ASAP when possible, just so you know. :) ]
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Oct. 19th, 2007 07:38 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe's been in London for a day or two now. His appointment with Wellington is tomorrow - and mutter as he might about being summoned then made to make an appointment, he knows the man and he knows his ways. So he's at a bit of a loss, today.
He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.
He wasn't expecting the door of his rented room to open on Milliways, but he's certainly not complaining when he comes in and flops into a chair.
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Oct. 18th, 2007 10:39 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: And the truth will set you free.]
The door's click is soft - he doesn't hear it, over his breathing. He doesn't feel the heavy backpack cutting into his shoulder, and his eyes don't focus on anything, because it doesn't matter - the only thing that does is the choice that has to be made right -
I'm not going back.
And he can feel it - like a switch goes off, he knows that outside the door, time hasn't stopped. His world is going on without him.
... will he even call it his now? Can he? The weight of the bag, and now a thousand new questions in the aftermath of this abrupt decision seem to crash down on him at once, pulling him out of his shock.
And he's gently shaking as he falls into a chair, letting the backpack slide off his arms with a heavy thud on the floor.
The door's click is soft - he doesn't hear it, over his breathing. He doesn't feel the heavy backpack cutting into his shoulder, and his eyes don't focus on anything, because it doesn't matter - the only thing that does is the choice that has to be made right -
I'm not going back.
And he can feel it - like a switch goes off, he knows that outside the door, time hasn't stopped. His world is going on without him.
... will he even call it his now? Can he? The weight of the bag, and now a thousand new questions in the aftermath of this abrupt decision seem to crash down on him at once, pulling him out of his shock.
And he's gently shaking as he falls into a chair, letting the backpack slide off his arms with a heavy thud on the floor.
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Oct. 9th, 2007 02:06 amkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: Being human again isn't quite the relief it should be.]
Behrooz is heading for the door when he enters - he's a few feet away when he stops, seeming to remember something, and heads for the Bar instead.
He doesn't look around, just still steps carefully, and upon reaching the Bar asks for a pencil and piece of paper. She's quick to oblige, and he scrawls a short note -
( To Mary Lennox )
He folds it up and leaves it with Bar and quickly heads out the door, back to his world.
Behrooz is heading for the door when he enters - he's a few feet away when he stops, seeming to remember something, and heads for the Bar instead.
He doesn't look around, just still steps carefully, and upon reaching the Bar asks for a pencil and piece of paper. She's quick to oblige, and he scrawls a short note -
( To Mary Lennox )
He folds it up and leaves it with Bar and quickly heads out the door, back to his world.
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Oct. 6th, 2007 10:44 pmwatchmakers_sonSylar hasn't eaten anything, ordered by himself or not, since walking into Milliways a few days ago and finding it teeming with animals that didn't (tICk) quite sound like (ttticK) animals.
Sometimes, however, precaution only goes so far. Especially if it's precaution in the wrong direction.
During one particular long and barren stretch of highway in rural Ohio, Mohinder, with the passion of a true professor, spent fifteen minutes describing in a rapid-fire cadence how the cockroach was the pinnacle of the evolutionary ladder. Strangely enough, Sylar isn't deriving much comfort from that at the moment.
What he's doing instead is perching on a chair back, motionless save the wary twitching of his antennae, as he struggles to interpret his new senses.
[ooc: eep! I love you all, but please no more new threads. *drowns*]
Sometimes, however, precaution only goes so far. Especially if it's precaution in the wrong direction.
During one particular long and barren stretch of highway in rural Ohio, Mohinder, with the passion of a true professor, spent fifteen minutes describing in a rapid-fire cadence how the cockroach was the pinnacle of the evolutionary ladder. Strangely enough, Sylar isn't deriving much comfort from that at the moment.
What he's doing instead is perching on a chair back, motionless save the wary twitching of his antennae, as he struggles to interpret his new senses.
[ooc: eep! I love you all, but please no more new threads. *drowns*]
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Oct. 4th, 2007 07:35 pmmistressmaryquitecontraryMary Lennox was . . . not, perhaps, in the best mood when she headed towards Milliways today.
But then she did enter Milliways.
And it was full of creatures.
As far as Mary is concerned, the only thing better would be if the walls and tables had suddenly sprouted flowers. She sits down at a table, very still and quiet so as not to frighten any of the animals, and looks around in fascination and a certain degree of delight.
But then she did enter Milliways.
And it was full of creatures.
As far as Mary is concerned, the only thing better would be if the walls and tables had suddenly sprouted flowers. She sits down at a table, very still and quiet so as not to frighten any of the animals, and looks around in fascination and a certain degree of delight.
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Oct. 3rd, 2007 11:20 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: Another step in the wrong direction.]
Behrooz should probably know better than to try to escape the insanity of his own world by coming to the Bar. But he'd fortunately managed to avoid free food for the most part, and it's been a while since Halloween.
And it's hard to turn down a better meal than the rather slim sandwich he'd been offered on the outside. His hunger is not so single-minded that he doesn't notice the odd influx of animals in the Bar - after all, he walks into a chair while he tries to watch his step and is fairly certain he's hearing some of them talk. But he decides not to look into this further until he's finished eating.
Unfortunately, a couple steps from the Bar later, and it's a little too late for that. Anyone in near the wolf may overhear a lot of colorful comments about Milliways and sudden RANDOM TRANSFORMATIONS - Behrooz doesn't know he should at least be glad he already knows the language.
He's still grumbling as he moodily curls up under a table - attempt to pet him and you might lose that hand.
Behrooz should probably know better than to try to escape the insanity of his own world by coming to the Bar. But he'd fortunately managed to avoid free food for the most part, and it's been a while since Halloween.
And it's hard to turn down a better meal than the rather slim sandwich he'd been offered on the outside. His hunger is not so single-minded that he doesn't notice the odd influx of animals in the Bar - after all, he walks into a chair while he tries to watch his step and is fairly certain he's hearing some of them talk. But he decides not to look into this further until he's finished eating.
Unfortunately, a couple steps from the Bar later, and it's a little too late for that. Anyone in near the wolf may overhear a lot of colorful comments about Milliways and sudden RANDOM TRANSFORMATIONS - Behrooz doesn't know he should at least be glad he already knows the language.
He's still grumbling as he moodily curls up under a table - attempt to pet him and you might lose that hand.
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Oct. 3rd, 2007 10:53 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comJESUS CHRIST ITS A LION GET IN THE BAR.
Or, rather, it's Jack, still in lion form, going for a stroll outside. As much as it sucks being in an animal form (he's spent the last couple night sleeping in the bar, as he'd have to get someone to let him in and out of his room, and that doesn't help if he has to ahem relieve himself during the night) it does feel pretty cool to run in lion form. As long as he doesn't think about what paws are moving when; if he does, he tends to trip over his own feet.
At the moment, he's just quietly stalking around, looking for a good spot to lie down and watch the sunset. Chasing demon bunnies is tiring work, after all.
Or, rather, it's Jack, still in lion form, going for a stroll outside. As much as it sucks being in an animal form (he's spent the last couple night sleeping in the bar, as he'd have to get someone to let him in and out of his room, and that doesn't help if he has to ahem relieve himself during the night) it does feel pretty cool to run in lion form. As long as he doesn't think about what paws are moving when; if he does, he tends to trip over his own feet.
At the moment, he's just quietly stalking around, looking for a good spot to lie down and watch the sunset. Chasing demon bunnies is tiring work, after all.
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Sep. 28th, 2007 06:05 amkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: What do they say about the truth?]
Behrooz wanders back down the stairs, holding the file folder carefully. He glances at the door at first, and despite knowing he should probably just head back, instead goes to the Bar and asks for a glass of water. He doesn't know what time it will be on the outside, and feels like he might as well get something while it's still dark here.
He doesn't set the folder on the bar, but keeps it at his side.
[OOC: Slowtime will probably be necessary as I need to sleep ... sometime.]
Behrooz wanders back down the stairs, holding the file folder carefully. He glances at the door at first, and despite knowing he should probably just head back, instead goes to the Bar and asks for a glass of water. He doesn't know what time it will be on the outside, and feels like he might as well get something while it's still dark here.
He doesn't set the folder on the bar, but keeps it at his side.
[OOC: Slowtime will probably be necessary as I need to sleep ... sometime.]
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Sep. 27th, 2007 11:43 pmwatchmakers_sonHe wasn't expecting to be back. By all rights, he shouldn't be.
Some time to rest up before the metaphorical final act wouldn't be remiss, though, especially with the continued dull throb to his stomach.
So Sylar's seated -- slouched, more like -- in a booth near the Observation Window, watching the explosions in silence. One hand's cupped around a half full mug of tea. The other's settled carefully over his upper abdomen, fingers splayed to cover as many of the stitches as he can.
Heat helps, a little, in alleviating the pain.
Some time to rest up before the metaphorical final act wouldn't be remiss, though, especially with the continued dull throb to his stomach.
So Sylar's seated -- slouched, more like -- in a booth near the Observation Window, watching the explosions in silence. One hand's cupped around a half full mug of tea. The other's settled carefully over his upper abdomen, fingers splayed to cover as many of the stitches as he can.
Heat helps, a little, in alleviating the pain.
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Sep. 22nd, 2007 04:41 amkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: Another attempt to change your mind.]
Behrooz doesn't look around when he enters the Bar - his eyes go to the booths, passing over the occupied ones without registering who's taken them before spotting a secluded, empty looking one near a corner. He heads over quickly, sliding in and dropping the large file folder onto the table, pausing only to stop a passing waitrat to ask for a sandwich and some tea.
Fortunately, it's night by now in Milliways, so the order arrives as Behrooz is carefully pulling out stacks of papers, spreading them over the table but keeping them in easy reach should he want to quickly gather them up again if someone comes over.
Behrooz doesn't look around when he enters the Bar - his eyes go to the booths, passing over the occupied ones without registering who's taken them before spotting a secluded, empty looking one near a corner. He heads over quickly, sliding in and dropping the large file folder onto the table, pausing only to stop a passing waitrat to ask for a sandwich and some tea.
Fortunately, it's night by now in Milliways, so the order arrives as Behrooz is carefully pulling out stacks of papers, spreading them over the table but keeping them in easy reach should he want to quickly gather them up again if someone comes over.
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Sep. 16th, 2007 04:38 amkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: And then you just have to wait and see who's first to draw.]
When he tries the door he knows is locked, Behrooz isn't surprised to find that it ends up here instead. He doesn't bother to hide his relief, and immediately walks up to the Bar. He's only started to greet her when a glass of tea and some lentil soup.
He doesn't spare another moment before he starts to eat. A plate of rice and chicken appears as the soup disappears.
[OOC: Tag away, though will need to call slowtime soon to go to class.]
When he tries the door he knows is locked, Behrooz isn't surprised to find that it ends up here instead. He doesn't bother to hide his relief, and immediately walks up to the Bar. He's only started to greet her when a glass of tea and some lentil soup.
He doesn't spare another moment before he starts to eat. A plate of rice and chicken appears as the soup disappears.
[OOC: Tag away, though will need to call slowtime soon to go to class.]
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Sep. 6th, 2007 08:04 pmfollowfootsteps.livejournal.com( This entrance post contains spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. )
[Note: And I'm going to get some sleep, so slowtime, and I'll pick up threads tomorrow.]
[Note: And I'm going to get some sleep, so slowtime, and I'll pick up threads tomorrow.]
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Sep. 6th, 2007 12:13 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: For someone who's dealt in lies all his life, this one is particularly difficult.]
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Sep. 5th, 2007 08:58 pmblue_ajahIt is a quiet evening for the Aes Sedai, evidently. Moiraine has settled at a corner table with a good view of the room, with a cup of tea at hand.
She is writing line after line on a piece of paper. It would appear at first glance to be a list of some sort.
She is writing line after line on a piece of paper. It would appear at first glance to be a list of some sort.
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Aug. 19th, 2007 09:31 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.comJack's in the bar after a run, a pile of paperwork scattered over the table in front of him. Printouts of bank transactions, credit card bills, pay statements, account balances; he's trying to put together an idea of how much he and Chris have, or better yet, how much they can afford when it comes to putting their lives back together. It's an incomplete picture at best, however, as most of their records were lost; everything he has is what he's been able to get from their bank's website. When they sit down to talk about what they want to do, at least this will give himself and Chris an idea of what they have to work with, though.
Right now the numbers seem to be moving in front of his eyes and he's getting about three different totals for the same equations. All of it isn't making his headache any better. Come along and distract him?
Right now the numbers seem to be moving in front of his eyes and he's getting about three different totals for the same equations. All of it isn't making his headache any better. Come along and distract him?
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Aug. 18th, 2007 10:33 pmkayip.livejournal.com[OOM: Behrooz has a wolfdream, with some bonus confusing surrealism. I'm lacking for a clever way to summarize, no warnings.]
Behrooz wanders into the Bar, glancing around the room a few times before he takes a seat at a table and orders a glass of tea from a passing waitrat, resting his head in his hand and nearly drifting off again.
He's rudely awakened again by the arrival of the tea, and a newspaper from his world. He's not exactly... pleased to see this, but at the same time, he's been cut off from the rest of the world even on the outside - it is a measure of freedom he won't have when he returns, so he should probably take advantage of it.
But he turns the pages to avoid the photographs, eyes running over the stories as the tea goes untouched.
Behrooz wanders into the Bar, glancing around the room a few times before he takes a seat at a table and orders a glass of tea from a passing waitrat, resting his head in his hand and nearly drifting off again.
He's rudely awakened again by the arrival of the tea, and a newspaper from his world. He's not exactly... pleased to see this, but at the same time, he's been cut off from the rest of the world even on the outside - it is a measure of freedom he won't have when he returns, so he should probably take advantage of it.
But he turns the pages to avoid the photographs, eyes running over the stories as the tea goes untouched.
obligatoryassAfter this.
Logan surveys the empty space. It's...spacious. Very spacious, really.
Anita wasn't joking about the luxury part of the Sea Pines Luxury Apartments complex. Garden tub, big back porch and fireplace. Very nice. Only two bedrooms, but, well, he can live with that. Maybe not with Dick, but Logan's sure he can make out quite nicely on his own. Two bathrooms, though, so either way, it's fine.
He sighs, opens the door to the balcony. He'll probably have to let Dick live there. It's not like Dick can look after himself, anyway. Married in Vegas.
Logan conveniently forgets the times Dick looked after him (badly, and with no tact) when he was mooning over Veronica.
He opens the door, and finds himself elsewhere.
Oh well. It's not like he had any food in his apartment anyway.
Logan surveys the empty space. It's...spacious. Very spacious, really.
Anita wasn't joking about the luxury part of the Sea Pines Luxury Apartments complex. Garden tub, big back porch and fireplace. Very nice. Only two bedrooms, but, well, he can live with that. Maybe not with Dick, but Logan's sure he can make out quite nicely on his own. Two bathrooms, though, so either way, it's fine.
He sighs, opens the door to the balcony. He'll probably have to let Dick live there. It's not like Dick can look after himself, anyway. Married in Vegas.
Logan conveniently forgets the times Dick looked after him (badly, and with no tact) when he was mooning over Veronica.
He opens the door, and finds himself elsewhere.
Oh well. It's not like he had any food in his apartment anyway.
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Aug. 13th, 2007 10:36 pmq_in_trainingSometimes, just to see how she'll react, members of the Mackenzie family'll e-mail their resident computer genius with what could only be classified as "trainwreck links."
This means that right now, Mac's in a booth with her laptop in front of her, a Safari window open and set to fullscreen. It's displaying this video.
And she's staring at it in the kind of utter, abject horror that could not convey WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MY SOUL more clearly if she tried.
There are some lines of scientific inquiry that, no matter what, you just do not pursue, people.
This means that right now, Mac's in a booth with her laptop in front of her, a Safari window open and set to fullscreen. It's displaying this video.
And she's staring at it in the kind of utter, abject horror that could not convey WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MY SOUL more clearly if she tried.
There are some lines of scientific inquiry that, no matter what, you just do not pursue, people.
