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hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's had a LONG week.
There was dealing with Sondra and her latest boyfriend.("How ugly is he?")

There were four deliveries all within an hour and a half of each other at work.

There was no hot water, or running water, at home, due to a squabble among his children that caused stopped up pipes(with someone's favorite bra, among other things.)

Now? There is a Cliff who is on a couch, with pizza, hot coffee, and a couple of fairly
silly old movies on DVD. Ghostbusters is one, the other, well...it may be bending the rules, but it's been the sort of day where Cliff really doesn't care.

There's a portable DVD player on the nearby table. He takes a minute or two to figure out how it works, but then he's golden.

...no, not literally.
Company's welcome, familiar faces or not.

((last post for Cliff here at Milliways. I won't give him an official 'forever exit' post, but after this he's retiring. Any and all tags welcome, including slowtimed.ETA: just realized I have to go to medical appointment. Will be back in the morning to answer any tags. Sorry folks.))

Current Mood: cheerful

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff is around, in his favorite booth. It's one underneath one of the speakers, yet somehow he's managed to doze off, feet up on the table.
Feel free to shake him.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cheerful if thirsty OB/GYN inna bar.

Please to be warning him if you want to talk to him, and the talk involves present-tense mention of someone having labor pains. Otherwise, c'mon over. There's a hoagie and a juice bottle calling his name, but he'll be happy to share.

He stops to leave a small pile of old schoolbooks for Betty, with Bar, and stops as a random thought sneaks through his skull without immediately escaping.
"Bar, if anyone else is asking for similar materials--No, I'm not asking whom. But if it'll help someone, up to say three or four separate requests, you can replicate these on my tab. I got my tax refund and all that jazz, I'm good for it."

He gets his late lunch and sits down.

poisonwine

Belle wanders into bar, collapsing into the nearest booth. She has a large purple and blue bruise on the left side of her face, and there's a bo staff leaning against the table in the aisle.

She hails a waitrat, and orders a round of pain pills and a celebratory milkshake. All of her students passed. Her first graduating class.

Happy, but very tired and hurt assassin, with a weapon obstructing traffic.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff is grouchy, all right. He's just left the Infirmary.
Going to the Bar, he leaves a ( note )
He deposited the note with Bar, to give to any friends or, heck, for all he knew, family, that Chinthliss might have in the Bar. They hadn't had all that long a conversation.

That done, he goes in search of black coffee. No breakfast. He couldn't stomach
anything right now.

river_meimei

Today, it's the rafters for River.

From here, she can watch lots of things. Lots of people. (Some in particular.)

Hardly anyone looks up. People don't notice the substance of things.

"Hardly anyone," though, is not "no one." Especially around Milliways.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

And the doctor is in!
With an oversized yellow shirt that looks as if it was sewn by someone who had her eyes shut. The sleeves aren't the same length, and they're longer than the shirt itself.
He folds it up carefully and puts it on the Bar, then sits and puts his head down on his arms.
"Teenagers... Hey, darlin'," to the Bar. "Gatorade and aspirin? Please?"

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff? Is a sad puppy, no not literally.
He staggers into the Bar. Ignore the icon, he's wearing a sweat shirt with a University logo on it, jeans, and sneakers.
Someone was foolish enough to overlook twenty years OUT of serious athletics,and try to run a race with a track coach who was a former classmate.

He has to sit down, and he does. He's out of breath. He'd been en route to the locker room when Milliways appeared.
Silly, and worse yet, he's actually contemplating a try at running outside, 'round the building. Someone feel free to distract him, or point and laugh, or team up with him to spread out the pitiful. 'Cause there's plenty of it.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff enters the Bar, and turns to yell at someone on the other side of the door. "Don't you even..."
A snowball he has to duck stops the end of the sentence. He shuts the door quickly, laughing. The icon notwithstanding, he has on a winter coat and hat that are liberally dusted with snow. There's a shovel in his hand that he'd neglected to put down when he entered, through the front door of his house this time.

ff-ambassador.livejournal.com

Inara has just come down from the brothel office, where she had stopped to check for any new paperwork. She takes a seat at the bar, ready for an early lunch.

"Hey lovely. Can I get a bowl of soup and a salad? You pick the details." She grins as the plate and bowl appear and pats Bar in thanks. She looks around as she eats; bar occupant-watching never gets old. Come by and say hello!

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff wasn't at the Lake Party, largely due to the fact that he and his wife were celebrating V-Day at home.
You can probably tell he had a good time. For one thing, there's still lipstick on his jacket collar, and he missed getting one of the rose petals out of his hair.

He's sitting by the trilobite tank, with a faintly smug grin on his face. Come say hi.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's at a table near the Observation Window. He's trying not to stare, or not too often. Mostly he's people-watching, in between studying a checkerboard. No one's there, yet he has the pieces laid out as if for a game in progress.

lvpd_sidle

It's a shame that winter had to return outside.

Sara's reclaimed her spot by one of the fireplaces, examining a piece of metal.

She can be bothered.

wired-thisway.livejournal.com

Alison has been, quite happily, out of the bar for a little under a week now.

She doesn't look too happy when she steps back into the bar. Or happy at all, really.

[OOC: Mun has until about 1 EST before slowtime will be needed for class.]

blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com

[oom: Has he learned? Maybe a few things. Warnings for violence and vague sexual references]

Johnny stumbles into the bar, uniform covered in blood. Mostly not his blood, but there's what looks suspiciously like a crossbow bolt sticking into the side of his leg.

He blinks a little, pretty glad to see where he is, then goes to the bar and asks for a bottle of brandy, a spoon and some cloth.

He takes a swig of the brandy, puts the spoon between he teeth and the cloth under where the bolt is caught in the outer layers of skin and fat, then feels down the leg to check it hasn't penetrated anywhere that's pulsing.

He then grips hold of the bolt firmly.

If left to his own devices, he will rely on his basic instincts regarding first aid, and since the wound hasn't ruptured anything vital, will probably be able to cope. He'll try hard not to be rude to anyone who gives him a hand though, which is definitely a sign of appreciation.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's first thought is "HOORAY no more being a puppet!"

His second thought is: I threw fish at a God...oh man, I'm screwed, what the heck was that?! He remembers the last couple days, very, very clearly.

He is currently hiding in a booth, with tea, sympathy, and aspirin for anyone who needs to share, whether they know Cliff or not.

"...I'm never going to hear the end of this..."

guppy_sandhu

After meeting a couple last night, Guppy established that the puppets didn't appear to be doing anything imminantly dangerous or scary. Even if the fact that they were just there walking around and doing things by themselves still ranks as disturbing.
And quite frankly, he got pissed off at his mun for being such a wuss and trying to blame it on him, and is therefore refusing to cooperate.
In any case, he's in the bar with his sign up.

The doctor is in

Any puppets requiring treatment may like to be warned that the last material sewing he did resulted in his trousers being stitched to his sock. But he'll try not to let on the finding them disturbing part.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

The way Cliff figures it?
He's doomed.
Or someone put a curse on him, other than the Parental Curse delivered by his mother. * Maybe both.
He'd been Bound for weeks, barely dodging that bullet. It had been the middle of their wedding anniversary dinner. He'd stepped out to get a wine glass and BLAM OMG MILLIWAYS!
True, that there were much worse places to be stuck. He couldn't argue that and didn't want to do so.

However.
Getting UNbound, home to celebrate, and then the next morning in his office

he
finds
THIS???
See Cliff all plush and cute.
See Cliff pound his head against Teh Invisible Door.
"AAAAAUGH!"
Cuteness loves company?

*("when you grow up, I hope you have some children who act exactly the way that you act")

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Sun's up, moon's down; Harry Wells is no longer fuzzy in any way, save that he needs a shave. He'll tend to that later, though. The hunting was awful last night (probably due to the bunny horde the night before), and he's just had two major flares of the metabolic furnace in the past twelve hours. He broke the ice in the lake and managed to wash enough to be fit company for others, but that's as far as hygiene goes this morning. He's getting the biggest breakfast of carbohydrates (fried and otherwise) he can physically carry to his table, plus a hefty dose of tea with far too much milk and sugar in it by civilised standards.

He won't be bitey if he gets bothered. Grumpy, perhaps, but he did just wake up.

alorn-bear.livejournal.com

Belar is not a puppet! But if he were, he would totally look like a big fuzzy polar bear puppet right about now. Just because.

Anyway, not a puppet. Just a big blond guy in the Bar, back to the dark blue and turquoise clothes he got in Canada, with the ANSWERING PRAYERS- BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign up on his table. Although the sign is down to about five minutes by now, because he's been extra busy today and he kinda wants a drink.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff is in the Bar, having dusted his table and chair liberally with the alleged Angst Repellent. (It smells like fresh oranges and cinnamon, for anyone who's interested.) He's been reading an old comic book. Batman. It'd turned up with his dinner. So had a pair of mittens and a coat. They're warm, and, he has to concede, comfortable when he'd tried them on.
As he's got no immediate plans to try to ski, they're on the seat beside him.

Dinner is salad, pizza, cold beer or soda, and there's enough to share.
Feel free to come on over. He's not going anywhere for a while.

(last post for a while. Cliff's Bound. He'll be on the premises, but not posting probably til next month. *waves*)

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

The door opens, and there's a somewhat confused Cliff who comes in. Disregard icon, he's wearing a much more dressy-looking suit, and holds a giftwrapped box in one hand. "Whoa, not now!" He starts to turn back toward the door, quickly...
not there.
Cue facepalming. He puts the box carefully in a pocket. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" an accusing look at the Bar. "Tonight????"

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April is sitting sideways in an armchair, her head resting on one armrest and her legs draped over the other one. She's reading Soul Music again and making a mental note to bug Mark about seeing the videos Angel took last year.

The kitten's back again - April couldn't leave her upstairs alone again - and is curled up napping on April's stomach.

Bothering is not only welcomed but highly encouraged.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff's occupied with something called a "Sudoku puzzle."

How's it going?

Well, let's put it this way: the eraser at the end of his pencil is getting a SERIOUS workout.

So is the coffee thermos next to him.
Come chat before he misplaces his mind, if it isn't too late already.

hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com

Cliff Huxtable, inna bar.
He puts up a sign on the Bulletin Board.
First Aid Class, Milliways Infirmary
Day One beginning at approx. 9 a.m.
Doors open at 8:45 a.m.
That done he returns to the Infirmary. He's had a quick breakfast, so he's all set.