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Apr. 4th, 2006 11:07 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
onetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comConan's out back by the lake, juggling a soccer ball idly and thinking to himself.
Someone feel like bugging the kid?
Someone feel like bugging the kid?
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Mar. 29th, 2006 11:20 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comConan inna bar. He is, once again, buried in a pile of papers, searching for some information. This time, a soda just doesn't seem to be enough.
He's pissed. There's nothing there he can use!
Um...approach with caution? ^_^*
He's pissed. There's nothing there he can use!
Um...approach with caution? ^_^*
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Mar. 14th, 2006 12:19 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.comNear the middle of the bar is a decently-large sized table. In the middle of the table is a huge pot of tea, and mugs are strewn hap-hazardly around the table. The people around the table are varied, but all seem to be in various states of agitated discussion about something.
Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Mark Cohen, Biggs Darklighter, Joanne Jefferson, and Qui-Gon Jinn are discussing something. Care to join them?
[ooc: If you want a specific someone, please specify in tag, or you might get more than one. Or luck of the draw.]
Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Mark Cohen, Biggs Darklighter, Joanne Jefferson, and Qui-Gon Jinn are discussing something. Care to join them?
[ooc: If you want a specific someone, please specify in tag, or you might get more than one. Or luck of the draw.]
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Mar. 11th, 2006 02:10 pmonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comConan moves to the bar and crawls up on a stool. He slips a handful of yen to the bar top, and it vanishes. With a sigh, he drops off the stool and walks over to a table, hands buried in his short pockets.
Conan is at his usual table in the middle of the room. Feel free to poke...Or, glomp the cute little boy, as it amuses the mun... ^_^
Conan is at his usual table in the middle of the room. Feel free to poke...Or, glomp the cute little boy, as it amuses the mun... ^_^
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Mar. 11th, 2006 02:02 amnotashortbean.livejournal.comThere is an Ed, in the bar, sitting in a booth. He seems a bit jumpy tonight, and also like he's keeping an eye out for someone - but whoever he's looking for, he probaly doesn't want to see them. Because every so often, he'll duck under the table. Hiding from someone? Maybe, but it's always false alarms.
Care to investigate why he's acting like a scared squirrel?
Care to investigate why he's acting like a scared squirrel?
Multiple Pup Post
Feb. 18th, 2006 11:08 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comOne shrunken teenage detective inna bar. He's buried in copies of old newpapers from his homeworld, and sipping idly at a coke. Other than the usual issues, the young boy is in a relatively good mood...Generally speaking, of course.
Sitting at the bar is one not!Kikyo, naturally...pissed off. Being a girl SUCKED! She's got a cup of hot tea before her, though it goes untouched. So much for helping her.
One messy blond adept, Isaac, sits at a booth off in a corner, whispering softly with Flint, his Djinn.
And, last but not least...One little five year old Superheroine! Finally, one of the rare females in the bar that WON'T bite your head off at the moment! She's smiling as she does some college-level arithmetic as she sits at a table in a booster seat.
Tag one, tag all...And make me regret saying that... ^_^*
(OOC: Mun has been pulled away, but will gladly slow-time any taags late tonight...)
Sitting at the bar is one not!Kikyo, naturally...pissed off. Being a girl SUCKED! She's got a cup of hot tea before her, though it goes untouched. So much for helping her.
One messy blond adept, Isaac, sits at a booth off in a corner, whispering softly with Flint, his Djinn.
And, last but not least...One little five year old Superheroine! Finally, one of the rare females in the bar that WON'T bite your head off at the moment! She's smiling as she does some college-level arithmetic as she sits at a table in a booster seat.
Tag one, tag all...And make me regret saying that... ^_^*
(OOC: Mun has been pulled away, but will gladly slow-time any taags late tonight...)
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Feb. 12th, 2006 01:44 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comConan inna bar, buried in one serious mess of newspapers. He's quickly...and, I mean VERY quickly...skimming over sheets, seeming to blow through papers in a blur. There is a nearly untouched cola nearby.
Feel free to poke, he could use a break...
Feel free to poke, he could use a break...
Re-Entrance
Feb. 7th, 2006 10:02 pmspin-a-web.livejournal.comWhen the Door opens, Peter Parker comes stumbling through, losing his balance and his booksack, and landing on the floor. As he pushes himself up, he glances around and almost falls back down again.
At first he doesn't remember Milliways, but the memory starts coming back through and he nods, slowly, glancing around.
Weird. After his last entrance, and then no Door for so long, he hadn't thought he would ever see the place again. But here he is.
Well.
Might as well sit for a minute. Time had stopped for him the last time he had come through the Door, so, hopefully it would again. He glances at it then nods and walks forward.
Welcome back to Milliways, Peter Parker.
(ooc: as mentioned in backroom post, pup under new management. He will remember previous entrance, but vaguely.)
At first he doesn't remember Milliways, but the memory starts coming back through and he nods, slowly, glancing around.
Weird. After his last entrance, and then no Door for so long, he hadn't thought he would ever see the place again. But here he is.
Well.
Might as well sit for a minute. Time had stopped for him the last time he had come through the Door, so, hopefully it would again. He glances at it then nods and walks forward.
Welcome back to Milliways, Peter Parker.
(ooc: as mentioned in backroom post, pup under new management. He will remember previous entrance, but vaguely.)
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Feb. 7th, 2006 12:36 pmcsi-catherine.livejournal.comThe CSI quotient in the bar goes up to two, now.
Catherine sitting in a booth, nursing an orange juice, looking like marriage suits her. Come bother.
[ooc: Mun begs slowtime for class, offers apologies and snogging to all. Be back around four or five-ish.]
Catherine sitting in a booth, nursing an orange juice, looking like marriage suits her. Come bother.
[ooc: Mun begs slowtime for class, offers apologies and snogging to all. Be back around four or five-ish.]
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Feb. 7th, 2006 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lvpd_sidleSara is down in the bar.
Judging by the empty coffee cups, she has been there a while.
Bother at will.
[ooc: Slowtime at 1pm CST.]
Judging by the empty coffee cups, she has been there a while.
Bother at will.
[ooc: Slowtime at 1pm CST.]
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Feb. 7th, 2006 04:52 amastral-brat.livejournal.comLittle Skywalker brat boy creeping into the bar. Is it really early, or really late? WHO CAN TELL.
Whichever it is, he's wide awake, and humming some cantina medley he really shouldn't know as he wanders over to Bar for a chocolate milkshake.
Looking a bit like he's been crawling through the forest back home in search of interesting animals, imitating his cousin.
He's got a twig in his hair.
Whichever it is, he's wide awake, and humming some cantina medley he really shouldn't know as he wanders over to Bar for a chocolate milkshake.
Looking a bit like he's been crawling through the forest back home in search of interesting animals, imitating his cousin.
He's got a twig in his hair.
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Feb. 6th, 2006 10:31 pmonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comConan inna bar, juggling his soccer ball in a slightly cleared area. Over his head, off a knee, a foot, his head...he's just seemingly thinking really deep right now, as those who know him might be able to tell. "...I wonder how Rachel's doing...?" he mutters to himself as he idly kicks the ball up with one foot, then the other.
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Feb. 6th, 2006 08:00 aminquisitiveheroHank comes in the front Door, his step quick and his eyes alert as he smiles. He glances around the bar and nods to a few people as he makes his way to Bar and orders breakfast. He has had a long day already back on Earth and a he is tired, but he is feeling a second wind, so maybe he will have the energy to do a set of rounds in the Infirmary and say hello to a few friends. So, he grabs his tray of food and heads to his usual table near the Infirmary door and settles down to eat.
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Feb. 5th, 2006 11:30 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comIt's lunchtime, and Conan is sitting at a table in a booster seat(thank Lady Bar), a plate of pancakes before him. Hey, he's woken late this morning!
Feel free to come by. Surely, a kid his size can't possibly finish that big stack of pancakes on his own.
Feel free to come by. Surely, a kid his size can't possibly finish that big stack of pancakes on his own.
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Feb. 4th, 2006 11:49 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Things are better.
Jack is in.
Playing toss catch toss with a crystal ball on a couch, a suitable distance away from the fire.
Jack is in.
Playing toss catch toss with a crystal ball on a couch, a suitable distance away from the fire.
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Feb. 4th, 2006 10:09 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.comIt's morning. There is one shrunken teen detective inna bar, buried in newspapers from his world with a coke in one hand, quickly thumbing through pages with the other as he reads them over. One might think he is always on the hunt for something, though that something is a something that is known only to him.
Feel free to come by.
Feel free to come by.
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Feb. 3rd, 2006 10:19 pmastral-brat.livejournal.comHis wardrobe is, indeed, still a portal to Milliways.
Ben looks very pleased about this as he wanders into the bar. He wasn't sure it would work and he wanted a chocolate milkshake.
Which is why he heads over to Bar, climbs up on a stool and orders one. Yay chocolate milkshakes!
Ben looks very pleased about this as he wanders into the bar. He wasn't sure it would work and he wanted a chocolate milkshake.
Which is why he heads over to Bar, climbs up on a stool and orders one. Yay chocolate milkshakes!
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Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:44 pmvenusadept_2So... Let's review.
Felix is, essentially, under a curse. His sword wants him to pick fights.
His Djinn don't know what is really happening, but they don't like it, and they're keeping an eye on him to try to forestall a fight.
Currently, Felix is at the Bar, scowling into his glass of Something Dark.
You're sure you want to talk to him?
Felix is, essentially, under a curse. His sword wants him to pick fights.
His Djinn don't know what is really happening, but they don't like it, and they're keeping an eye on him to try to forestall a fight.
Currently, Felix is at the Bar, scowling into his glass of Something Dark.
You're sure you want to talk to him?
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Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:29 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comShe's being Thinky.
This is, generally speaking, to be feared.
Sunny being Thinky with Hiss curled up in her lap is probably a little bit more to be feared than just being Thinky in general.
This is, generally speaking, to be feared.
Sunny being Thinky with Hiss curled up in her lap is probably a little bit more to be feared than just being Thinky in general.
Entrance Post
Feb. 3rd, 2006 10:47 amonetruth-sleuth.livejournal.com"Come on, Conan, pass it!" Amy shouts with a smile. A small six year old boy with large glasses kicks it over to the small girl gently, and the ball rolls between her legs.
Conan's eyebrows furl 'You've gotta be kidding me...Why am I stuck here in the park with these three...again?!' He could hear his true voice in his mind as he runs around her, chasing the escaped soccer ball into the bushes.
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The door to the bar bursts open, and said small six year old finds himself on his side, having just grabbed the soccer ball. He stops, blinks, and looks up and around him, as a slight push of air slowly closes the door behind him. Standing to his feet, he looks around slowly. "...A bar? Here in the middle of the city park? How'd I get here?" he asks himself aloud as he stares out at all those present. His foot raises up and drops to rest on the soccer ball that is now on the floor, slipping his hands into his short pockets.
Detective Conan Edogawa has arrived in the bar.
Conan's eyebrows furl 'You've gotta be kidding me...Why am I stuck here in the park with these three...again?!' He could hear his true voice in his mind as he runs around her, chasing the escaped soccer ball into the bushes.
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The door to the bar bursts open, and said small six year old finds himself on his side, having just grabbed the soccer ball. He stops, blinks, and looks up and around him, as a slight push of air slowly closes the door behind him. Standing to his feet, he looks around slowly. "...A bar? Here in the middle of the city park? How'd I get here?" he asks himself aloud as he stares out at all those present. His foot raises up and drops to rest on the soccer ball that is now on the floor, slipping his hands into his short pockets.
Detective Conan Edogawa has arrived in the bar.
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Feb. 3rd, 2006 10:24 amlvpd_sidleLo and behold, there is a Sara, for all your workaholic CSI needs.
Bribes of coffee are more than welcome.
Bribes of coffee are more than welcome.
