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Last night there had been an explosion, which for all the world had sounded to Jack as though the Black Pearl had come under attack by a full barrage of cannon. By the time he'd scrambled from his cabin to the deck, however, there'd been nothing to see except for rapidly-settling dust.

This morning, Jack spends a little while looking around the shore by the lake. There's nothing to be found but some footprints in the snow-- and it's too bloody cold to stand around outside for long, anyway.

Jack shrugs, then strolls inside and to the Bar in search of rum, humming a tune as he goes.

tall-dark-and.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Within the dark recesses of his mind, Riku recieves an unexpected guest -- Sora. Out of his control, Riku's mind plays tricks on his best friend, forcing him to face Riku's darkest and innermost fears... but to what end?

Set a few months before this post.]

Hollow Bastion was a nice place to go to when one wanted to get away from it all. Now that Riku can move between the two realms, he's having a little easier time of it - sometimes he can even ditch the stuffy cloak! He tries to make sure to go to Hollow Bastion at least every few weeks. Be there, be a civilian, and just drop the stress for a few hours. This is what he had planned on doing today.

But it seems life had other plans for him. For, instead of finding himself inside of the weapons shop, he has instead found himself...

...in a bar?

Riku gives the place a highly suspicious look, and glances back at the door behind him. "Okay," he says. "Either this is a kidnapping, or a really clever trick by the Committee."

Except that nobody was here to grab him, and half of the Restoration Committee wasn't clever at all.

So clearly, he had hit his head somewhere, and gone slightly insane.

It was as good an answer as any.

krisofvaldemar.livejournal.com

Kris hasn't let himself try to tear at the spot where the door should be. It's a victory, if a flawed one. He'll take what he can get.
Instead, come sundown, he goes outside. He doesn't take the bow or his knives with him.
The opposition he's facing isn't of that sort.

Light or Dark, be merciful... He squelches that line of thought. Heraldic custom: prayer is the last resort, if that.

He walks along the lakeshore. It's bitterly cold. He pulls up the hood of his coat. Another white patch amidst snow isn't that visible, he reckons.

Coming to a pile of rocks that would require a climb to pass, he turns aside. Walks deeper into the forest, well past the spot where he'd met Wells and Morpheus.
Past time he stopped letting fear of the future, or the present, color his thoughts.
He doesn't doubt their warnings, but even so...he needs to do this. Why, he probably couldn't explain to outsiders, if asked.

new-moon-sucks.livejournal.com

Mun wants both her pups in at once and is being lazy. So two for one special on the pups.

Rin is currently beside the fire and looking half-asleep with a book on her lap and a white plush looking blanket on her lap. She's definitely botherable and she hates sleeping almost as much as she hates Akito, which is quite a bit if you know anything about her. Her black hair is falling over her shoulders and on her lap while her head is leaning against the high back chair. Feel free to interrupt... or watch her sleep, after all, a girl who lives with her family has called her a "bewitching beauty".

Inuyasha on the other hand is perfectly content to be seated up the rafters again and enjoying ramen. Judging by the mess beneath him, this has to be his eighth cup of ramen. clatter ...make that ninth cup of ramen. No one knows how many of those things he's got up there on the rafters, or how delighted he is to have a basically endless supply of ramen.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

It's been a while since she's entered the bar and she's in a fairly good mood.

Rin is sitting at the bar and reading up on a small stack of papers she's written. Looks like she's doing homework.

In other words, please distract her from her Modern Japanese studies.

greater-destiny.livejournal.com

The younger Petrelli has been settling in reasonably well.
Knowing that time isn't passing, and that Mr. Deveaux isn't home suffering without him helps a lot. He's still concerned, of course, still having these crazy dreams occasionally, and, while he seems to be taking it in stride, his preoccupation is apparent in the way he pushes his food around with his fork, rather than eating it.

Peter probably wouldn't mind an interruption, even if it's just a different excuse not to finish his lunch.

akai-suna.livejournal.com

Gaara? Is sitting in a corner.

Again.

He's people watching at the moment. Which means he's probably been staring right at you. For a good 20 minutes.

...Did he mention that that corner? Is a ceiling corner.

Yep... One creepy, upside down redhead, lookin at you.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

A bit later, and there was a wizard emerging from the painting of dogs into the bar. Thank Merlin. No more costumes changes. He was still Draco, and not sodding Potter. His hair was its normally sleek pale blond shade, and his tailored black wizard robes remained the same. He headed over to the bar to order some lunch.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

After a long while due to sickness and job/life... the mun makes a comeback.

It'd been a while since Isuzu'd been in the bar and sadly, not much outside of being in the bar had happened with her. So when she opens the door and walks as if she's going into her room again.... and finds that she's in the bar again?

Her initial reaction is to let the door close behind her, lean against it and roll her eyes.

Isuzu (Rin) Sohma has reentered the Bar people.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

Lyrae is sitting by the fire with a book and a cup of tea.

She feels... normal for the first time in a while.

Her dress is as dark and simple as her hair.

She does not want to talk about the last week or so.

Any of it.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Been a while since Isuzu's been active ~~no thanks to her mun running around like a chaotic chicken with her head half off~~ in the bar.

So, rather bored Sohma inna bar, come and chat with her if you please.

[ooc: Tag if you please, slow time while I pass out on the couch. XD]

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe had nightmares last night, so she didn't get much sleep.

Which hopefully explains why she's putting orange gatorade in her corn flakes and staring wistfully at a blank wall.

sky-high-max.livejournal.com

Max's mun has been lazy.

Which is why Max has been doing little but trying to get the Quidditch field set up for the past few days.

She's taking a break in the bar though. She's enjoying a cherry coke and trying to figure out what to do about the remaining gaps in the teams.

Feel free to say hi.

sky-high-max.livejournal.com

Max hasn't been inside as much lately.

It's because she keeps seeing military people with guns. And you know how she is about that.

But she's inside right now, to check on the Broomless Quidditch sign-up sheet.

There's still a few slots left, if you're interested. Or you could just ask her why she seems so jumpy.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Food smells are heavy in the air, must mean that the Bar's back up.

She's not too thrilled about it though. After a rather restless night, her stomach's not settled enough to have anything in it except for the water she's been drinking.

So, a Sohma inna booth, sketching designs out on paper.

Mun says to go ahead and poke the pup, she's been lonely.

maxwellsdemon02

Outside, the ground is wet and soft, especially around the lake edges.

Spring means puddles along with flowers and warmer temperatures. Duo's boots aren't waterproof, but at the moment he doesn't care, too happy to be outside with green things and the breeze tugging his braid.

Having a quick look around to see if anyone is watching, he then grins and jumps into the center of a puddle, making a respectable splash.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

There's a woman holding an ice pack to her cheek while sitting at the bar.

She's looking rather dejected and drained of any kind of energy at the moment and, there's a few blood speckled tissues in her free hand.

Come on over and chat with her if you'd like, she's a little down at the moment.

[ooc: Slow time for a while, come on in and tag and I'll respond when I'm here and back.]

zodiacgod.livejournal.com

Akito is out of the cells.

And he's letting everyone in the whole bar know how displeased he is at having been detained.

Quite loudly.

He yells and gestures his way across the bar, probably headed for the door... but a little lost.

one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com

"--out me, all right? I'll be right back. Just going to--"

Interrupted words for a man interrupted in time and space, plucked out like a daisy in the garden of life (though he'd more than likely cuff you one if you called him a daisy, so best to keep that to yourself). That being said, Creedy certainly wasn't expecting to find a drinking establishment, well... anywhere being as the only alcohol in the castle came from his own tub, and especially not at the latrine.

For one, it wasn't exactly sanitary.

For another, it's a pub. At the latrine.

He holds up a hand, as if to scold someone or other for... something. What. Something. Then he spins around because whoever it was wasn't in front of him, so perhaps they were behind him. No.

Aha.

So...

"QUINN!"

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Another Sohma inna bar, this one not as violent or as hot tempered as the one stuck in the cell.

She's at the bar and sketching something on paper again, checking over another sheet of paper she's got with her.

And the mun is proud of her pup, Isuzu's finally figured out the bar and she's picking at a salad and sipping a watermelon bubble tea.

Feel free to interupt her drawing session or ask her a question, she's really not all that busy.

Imagine what asking for a new pair of clean clothes could do for a woman's spirits.

Black slacks and a matching black dress shirt with the first 3 buttons undone. Her black hair's currently over her shoulder as she sketches.

Pretty in Pink? I think not, Back in Black baby.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

So after her panic attack and after the noise had died down, Isuzu was back in the bar.

Somehow, she had picked up a couple of pencils and some white letter-sized paper, some of the paper had some things on the back but, she used the blank sides.

And, thanks in part to her mun, she's now at the bar and sketching something out on the paper.

She knows nothing of how the bar she's drawing on works.

Someone wanna be a friend to her and help her out? She looks a little lonely.

Feel free, she's a little melancholy right now.

snapcrackleburn.livejournal.com

Roy's back in the bar again, but for once he's not in his customary booth. He's also not in uniform; that's been exchanged for a pair of black BDU trousers and a plain drab tank top. They're clothes that he doesn't have to worry about getting dirty. His gloves are nowhere to be seen, though they're probably not far away, and his feet are bare.

The reason for the change in wardrobe is apparent when one realises that Roy has taken over an area of floor near one of the fireplaces. He's put down several newspapers on the floor, presumably to protect it, and on top of them a large piece of smooth, creamy paper about nine feet square. A large circle, encompassing almost the entire area, is precisely inscribed in ink, and half of that is filled with a complex design. Roy is crouched down with a pen and ink, working on another section. A long straight-edge lies nearby, along with other assorted measuring tools and a selection of brushes, pens and nibs, and small bottles.

Judging by the brilliant jeweled tones of the array, the bottles probably contain coloured inks.

He probably wouldn't object to a break and a bit of company, but it would be wise to wait until he's paused momentarily in his labours.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Isuzu hasn't been feeling well and after a trip to the local bathroom, she knows why.

As a result, she's no longer in human form.

She's hating life like nobody else can.

Black horse laying down against the wall with clothes nearby her hooves.

Feel free to stop by, she's not moving for a while.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

Isuzu has found out the hard way that trying to power kick a perfectly solid was-adoor-but-is-now-a-wall was not one of her more brilliant ideas.

Her foot hurts like hell and she's slumping into a corner, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sense of being stuck, again.

Wanna be friendly? Good luck, she's in a mood today, no thanks to her mun.

moody-protector.livejournal.com

She could have killed Kagura for asking Hatsuharu to come over for a little while to come and spar with her. As a matter of fact, Isuzu thought to herself irritably as she pulled on her boots and finished lacing them up with an angry tug on the finished result, she probably would once he left.

At the sound of a doorbell ringing, she shot into the nearest space she could find, flinging open the closet door and practically throwing herself inside.

Instead of coats, the black clad woman found herself quite literally tripping over her feet for a moment before regaining her balance and freezing up, like a deer in the headlights.

Or, really, wasn't it more like a horse staring down a predatory animal?

[OOC:entry post, feel free to poke/tug at her, she needs some interaction with people. Just don't hug her boys, she'll hurt you. <3]