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Nov. 4th, 2012 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thursdays_angelCastiel has not stopped moving since he came into the bar this evening.
He has a lot to think about, and is coming to understand the human compulsion to pace when one’s mind is troubled. He has been walking a slow, steady, winding circuit through the bar, eyes slightly unfocused, praying that answers will begin to present themselves.
He’s paying little attention to where he is going, though.
Apologies if he drifts into your personal space.
He has a lot to think about, and is coming to understand the human compulsion to pace when one’s mind is troubled. He has been walking a slow, steady, winding circuit through the bar, eyes slightly unfocused, praying that answers will begin to present themselves.
He’s paying little attention to where he is going, though.
Apologies if he drifts into your personal space.
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Oct. 17th, 2012 06:57 pmstole_a_time_lordThere's a woman in the bar this evening, reading.
More specifically, there's a woman in a ruffled blue dress, sitting in the middle of the floor with eleven open books ranged round her in a circle, and she is reading them all at once, finishing a page in one, setting it down, turning a little to the next (to her left), picking it up, reading a page, and then repeating the process. Around and around, one page at a time, paying very little attention to whether or not she's in anyone's way, because she's all caught up in her books.
The books are The Lost (and Found!) Moon of Poosh: Revised Edition; Il Mio Primo Dizionario; The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke (which she is reading back to front -- she wants to see how it begins); The Diary of a Young Girl; A History of the Fez; You, Too, Can Conquer Tivoli! A Beginner's Guide to Planetary Invasion; The Secret of the Old Clock (the Hebrew translation); Bimbos of the Death Sun; I Was a Teenaged Zombie War Bride from Outer Space; Bartlett's Familiar Quotations; and A Brief History of Time (which occasionally makes her laugh).
More specifically, there's a woman in a ruffled blue dress, sitting in the middle of the floor with eleven open books ranged round her in a circle, and she is reading them all at once, finishing a page in one, setting it down, turning a little to the next (to her left), picking it up, reading a page, and then repeating the process. Around and around, one page at a time, paying very little attention to whether or not she's in anyone's way, because she's all caught up in her books.
The books are The Lost (and Found!) Moon of Poosh: Revised Edition; Il Mio Primo Dizionario; The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke (which she is reading back to front -- she wants to see how it begins); The Diary of a Young Girl; A History of the Fez; You, Too, Can Conquer Tivoli! A Beginner's Guide to Planetary Invasion; The Secret of the Old Clock (the Hebrew translation); Bimbos of the Death Sun; I Was a Teenaged Zombie War Bride from Outer Space; Bartlett's Familiar Quotations; and A Brief History of Time (which occasionally makes her laugh).
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Oct. 9th, 2012 08:47 pmspit_it_outThe door opens, admitting a smell of cold steel and engine oil. Anyone sitting nearby might be able to see the interior of a cargo ship behind the man standing on the threshold.
'O...kaaaay.'
Bruce Banner is an unprepossessing kind of guy. Average height, average build, dark hair and eyes, glasses. Slacks and shirt neither expensive nor cheap - though if you want to know why he's dressed like that on a cargo ship, you'll have to ask.
Likewise, if you want to know why the expression on his face is some distance past 'worried'. Especially when the door closes behind him, and he finds he can't open it again.
'OK, this...
...isn't great.'
Help?
[OOC: A note or two on things here! Please to be reading if you're interested in tagging. And please, only one intro thread. If more than one person tags, assume he's either at the bar with a (non-alcoholic, non-caffeinated) drink, or looking out the Observation Window. Your choice.
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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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May. 9th, 2012 08:55 pmthursdays_angelIt's been a quiet evening in Milliways. At least thus far.
Castiel is seated at a table near the hearth.
His nose is buried in the October 1958 issue of National Geographic.
Not even an angel can resist getting sucked into an article titled Flight of the Platypuses.
[OOC: Plotlocked with apologies.]
Castiel is seated at a table near the hearth.
His nose is buried in the October 1958 issue of National Geographic.
Not even an angel can resist getting sucked into an article titled Flight of the Platypuses.
[OOC: Plotlocked with apologies.]
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Apr. 23rd, 2012 08:02 pmthursdays_angelCastiel is sitting alone at the bar this evening with his small notebook and his Canadian floatie pen.
He's occupied by jotting down some notes. In Ancient Greek.
(Even for one who can read the language, though, they'd make little sense. Such is the ordering of an angel's mind.)
But though occupied, he would not object to company.
He's occupied by jotting down some notes. In Ancient Greek.
(Even for one who can read the language, though, they'd make little sense. Such is the ordering of an angel's mind.)
But though occupied, he would not object to company.
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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.]
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Apr. 10th, 2012 06:30 pmpickledtributeThe door opens.
The man who walks through it is in no way at all sober.
At all.
As soon as the paperwork goes through, he's at the mercy of the Capitol for how he spends the rest of his time before the Games end.
So right now?
He's planning on drinking as much as physically possible.
The man who walks through it is in no way at all sober.
At all.
As soon as the paperwork goes through, he's at the mercy of the Capitol for how he spends the rest of his time before the Games end.
So right now?
He's planning on drinking as much as physically possible.
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Apr. 9th, 2012 06:15 pmdi_or_dciSam's got an unspooled cassette tape caught on the fingers of his right hand when he finds his way into Milliways today.
He bites back the first bit in a long string of profanity --
Or at least he does until he realizes this is not the canteen. Given that any audience here is highly unlikely to take the piss out of him just because he's drawing attention to himself --
He stops holding back his temper, just for a second.
"Bloody hell."
And, frustration neatly (mostly) expunged, Sam starts getting to work spooling the tape back up.
Even if the recording on it is likely well on its way to being ruined.
He bites back the first bit in a long string of profanity --
Or at least he does until he realizes this is not the canteen. Given that any audience here is highly unlikely to take the piss out of him just because he's drawing attention to himself --
He stops holding back his temper, just for a second.
"Bloody hell."
And, frustration neatly (mostly) expunged, Sam starts getting to work spooling the tape back up.
Even if the recording on it is likely well on its way to being ruined.
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Apr. 4th, 2012 08:48 pmnotefulMeg Ford is a bit spotty.
Actually, Meg Ford is very spotty.
Specifically, Meg Ford is covered in a red chickenpox rash that have finally all crusted over, and most of which are also covered in pale pink calamine lotion.
She suspects she look ridiculous, but after a week, she was quite ready to be somewhere other than her room upstairs.
So, one very spotty Meg is in the bar, knitting a deep blue scarf in seed stitch, and watching the other patrons go by.
[OOC: Meg is no longer contagious, and cannot give anyone the chickenpox any more, a fact about which she is very grateful.]
Actually, Meg Ford is very spotty.
Specifically, Meg Ford is covered in a red chickenpox rash that have finally all crusted over, and most of which are also covered in pale pink calamine lotion.
She suspects she look ridiculous, but after a week, she was quite ready to be somewhere other than her room upstairs.
So, one very spotty Meg is in the bar, knitting a deep blue scarf in seed stitch, and watching the other patrons go by.
[OOC: Meg is no longer contagious, and cannot give anyone the chickenpox any more, a fact about which she is very grateful.]
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Apr. 1st, 2012 06:57 pmhopeitsworthit[OOM: When a stoned former-angel tells you he's got a surprise, a guy's gotta be prepared for anything.]
The front door flies open, followed by the quick, explosive entrance of a guy with a gun. He trains it on the first moving body he sees --
And then his brain catches up with his eyes. Something painful passes across his face and then gets shoved aside by an expression of sheer cussed pissiness.
It makes for an excellent disguise.
"Goddammit, Cas," he says, stepping out of the way for the guy on crutches behind him. "When I said I hated your cryptic bullshit, this kinda thing is exactly what I meant."
Of all the bars he'd never wanted to walk into again --
Aside from the Roadhouse, this one's the second-highest on the list.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns, you're likely to get both unless you make a specific request. Edit: And closed to new tags, please! Thank you all for playing!]
The front door flies open, followed by the quick, explosive entrance of a guy with a gun. He trains it on the first moving body he sees --
And then his brain catches up with his eyes. Something painful passes across his face and then gets shoved aside by an expression of sheer cussed pissiness.
It makes for an excellent disguise.
"Goddammit, Cas," he says, stepping out of the way for the guy on crutches behind him. "When I said I hated your cryptic bullshit, this kinda thing is exactly what I meant."
Of all the bars he'd never wanted to walk into again --
Aside from the Roadhouse, this one's the second-highest on the list.
[ooc: Two pups, two muns, you're likely to get both unless you make a specific request. Edit: And closed to new tags, please! Thank you all for playing!]
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Feb. 9th, 2012 08:21 pmhear_the_voicesThis is unexpected.
Anna stands in the middle of the bar, looking all around.
Things feel . . . off.
But she can't quite tell how, or how much of it is just normal end-of-the-universe interference with powers she hasn't had much call to use for the last couple decades.
Interesting.
Anna stands in the middle of the bar, looking all around.
Things feel . . . off.
But she can't quite tell how, or how much of it is just normal end-of-the-universe interference with powers she hasn't had much call to use for the last couple decades.
Interesting.
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Feb. 9th, 2012 06:40 pmtobeclosetohimStrike One.
The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.
Strike Two.
There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.
Strike Three.
"What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes."
"No. Of course, I can't predict earthquakes. Last I checked you didn't have 'em."
"It's fine. I'll manage." Jo. Middle of the mess. "Go to sleep."
Glass gets kicked. Specials get written. Then, Jo's busy with the mess.
The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.
Strike Two.
There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A green glow hologram over her bar.
Strike Three.
"What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes."
"No. Of course, I can't predict earthquakes. Last I checked you didn't have 'em."
"It's fine. I'll manage." Jo. Middle of the mess. "Go to sleep."
Glass gets kicked. Specials get written. Then, Jo's busy with the mess.
Specials
Borrowed Time
The End of the Road
The End of the World
Half-off if you help clean up any part of the bar
Borrowed Time
The End of the Road
The End of the World
Half-off if you help clean up any part of the bar
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Dec. 14th, 2011 07:37 pmthursdays_angelThe debriefing with Zachariah had not been pleasant.
Fortunately, he had stopped short of taking punitive action. Castiel had, after all, gone to the barn with the honest intent of doing his duty and killing Anna. None of them had foreseen her taking a gamble as big as pitting demons against her brothers.
Still, Castiel has gotten what you might call an earful of biblical proportions.
He is quite relieved to be able to take refuge in Milliways for a while.
Castiel is sitting in a booth. A mug of coffee is on the table in front of him.
It’s full. He just wants to appear occupied.
[Plotlocked: Here there be very focused and powder-keggy angels.]
Fortunately, he had stopped short of taking punitive action. Castiel had, after all, gone to the barn with the honest intent of doing his duty and killing Anna. None of them had foreseen her taking a gamble as big as pitting demons against her brothers.
Still, Castiel has gotten what you might call an earful of biblical proportions.
He is quite relieved to be able to take refuge in Milliways for a while.
Castiel is sitting in a booth. A mug of coffee is on the table in front of him.
It’s full. He just wants to appear occupied.
[Plotlocked: Here there be very focused and powder-keggy angels.]
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Dec. 3rd, 2011 08:48 pmthursdays_angelBattling the forces of Hell will take you to some interesting places. Some of them grand and awe-inspiring. Some of them not so much.
Today would be one of the latter. Castiel comes into the bar from a back alley in Chattanooga.
He seems to barely notice that he’s stepped into Milliways. His attention is on the plastic, vaguely ball-shaped object that he'd idly picked up off the ground by a dumpster.
(Somewhere, an effigy of Optimus Prime is missing his head.)
Botherable. If you can get his attention.
[OOC: Sleep is attempting to tackle me and beat me into a stupor--and succeeding. I'll be back in slowtime tomorrow!]
Today would be one of the latter. Castiel comes into the bar from a back alley in Chattanooga.
He seems to barely notice that he’s stepped into Milliways. His attention is on the plastic, vaguely ball-shaped object that he'd idly picked up off the ground by a dumpster.
(Somewhere, an effigy of Optimus Prime is missing his head.)
Botherable. If you can get his attention.
[OOC: Sleep is attempting to tackle me and beat me into a stupor--and succeeding. I'll be back in slowtime tomorrow!]
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Oct. 31st, 2011 11:26 pmhowling_laugh[OOM: Halloween. The barriers between worlds are thin- especially if you happen to have a key to a certain door. Welcome to Alaska, and to Raven's housewarming party.]
