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[OOM: Oh. Planning, Arguing and breaking brains.

You know. The usual roadtrip requirements.]

{ Tiny Mother F- ...Tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow}
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Laini and Mother's Ridiculous roadtrip!

[OOM: Today's installments.

We look in on the 3-bottle-a-day-pepto MiB...

...among other things, Mother realizes he's going to be driving a lot more than planned. ]
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The Adventures of Mother and Laini!

[OOM: When we last left off on our puckish pair, they had run into a little trouble in the Utah Desert.

The day after, since they're stuck in the area, Mother takes Laini to his Alma Mater, where disguises happen, pranks are shown off, and somewhere out in the world is an MIB agent who is living off of peptobismol.]

[Tiny madmen tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]
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As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.

"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."

Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )

What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...

One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!
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Before Things.


On further Laini and Mother's Road Trip Adventures-

[OOM: We'd like to say that the most interesting thing that happens here is that Laini crashes the Winnebago. But that's not it.]




[Foglio's tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]
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Before: Take one Kitsune, one Conspiracy Theorist, a Winnebago, and a desire to go on a road trip to check out odd sites you've heard about through Milliways. Well, the volcano was a bust, and some bikers may never be the same. But there are other places still on the list! One quick supply run later, and Laini and Mother are ready to attack Black Mesa- golf course, that is. However, things rarely follow the original plan- and the plan certainly didn't include Mother getting arrested.


OOM: A Reassuring Phone Call
Laini's Plan B
And If They Can't Prove You Did It, It Never Happened.


[Jailbird tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]
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[ In today's news, the local resort Black Mesa country club has been visited by vandalism there are no details as to what the total extent of the damage has come to, but the culprits left this mark all over the golf course. If you have information about this mark, or about the culprits, the police would like for you to call this tip line...

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[OOM: The park ranger at Mount Saint Hilary may never be the same again... but at least the boys at the Dirty Shame Saloon are happily hungover afterwards. ]

[Little bugger bastard tag: Darryl 'Mother' Roskow]
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If anyone is looking for a Fox, one can be found lounging in a chair, sitting sideways with her feet over one arm, listening to music.

She is even humming the counterpoint.

If anyone is not looking for a Fox-

You can still find her sitting in a chair, listening to music and humming along, anyways.
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It's been a few weeks since the last time Jamie was here. Most of that time's been taken up with the trip to check out Joris' world - meet the Elsies, look at Konstam and Vanessa going googly-eyed over each other, surreptitiously keep an eye out for any escaped Them - with a stop on the way back for some good old creema di leema and a nostalgic look at the old pantomime horse.

Next up: Helen's world (and that will be a barrel of laughs) and then off to some new ones in earnest, and for longer. He's got a job to do.

For right now, though, it can't hurt to drop by in Milliways for just a little while. Eat a basket of good chips. Catch up with some old friends. Maybe strategize a bit on how to get rid of any Them he finds holed up in various places around the universe.

(As of right now, his strategizing has gotten as far as doodling a scary hooded figure getting dismembered in a lot of very creative ways.)
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[OOM: Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas! Have we got a show for you tonight...

After meeting up in the bar, Coyote brings her teams into her world, and the curtain goes up.

Team Distraction goes in first, bringing style, chaos, and murder along with them.

They're followed by Team Bait, the heavy hitters who carry enough ordnance to bring down the house.

And last but not least, Team Rescue, who delve into the back rooms of the Babylon Casino, in search of a maiden capable woman in somewhat less distress than you'd think...

So, where has Coyote been during all of this? Good question.

(Of course, no good show is complete without an epilogue.)

The End?]
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From here. Aproximately.

"-And then if they hadn't figured it all out by the time the music hit, the Jolly Rodger should have tipped them off. Or at least I'd hope so. If not I'd be tempted to go back there and leave a calling card of some type or another-"

Enter in Laini and Riley, carrying laptop cases and various other assorted techy-type things. Riley's still dressed like a waiter casino technician, while Laini's in a classic Little Black Dress.

Hey, nobody died (on their side), she proved her l33t sk1llz, and they got away. Laini is still laughing and ready to call for Doing It Again.


[OOC: May have to be calling slowtime for Riley right away, but Laini's totally free to talk!]
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It's time. Coyote is waiting by the door, dressed in her motorcycle leathers. It's sort of a long drive from Sedona to Las Vegas, but she made it.

Now she just has to wait.




[OOC: Plotlocked, baby!]
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There is a note at the bar, with a copy for Liz Sherman, Artemis, Laini, and Riley Poole.

It says: )
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Coyote is sitting at a table once again. She hasn't left Milliways since the last time she was in the bar proper. Buying herself a little time. She's not smoking this time. She's playing with a small piece of clay. No water or tools, so she isn't too serious about making anything.

Just twisting it into different shapes, and then rolling it back onto a ball.



[OOC: Not plotlocked, but please ping before you tag? Thanks.]
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"--No," Riley protests, doing a weird sort of jerky shuffle-step as he hops into the bar on one leg, one side first, clearly yanking against something. "No, would you -- hey! Bad dog! Bad, bad dog! I am not a chew t--!"

The sound of growling from through the door (and from the leg that is not yet visible in the bar) and then a yelp, presumably as the dog that has a hold on the leg of Riley's jeans realizes that the scenery has just changed dramatically. Still sight unseen, it lets go.

Predictable results occur.

These mainly involve pulling against something that is no longer pulling back, overbalancing, flailing, and a thud, in that order.

"I hate dating," Riley announces sourly to the ceiling, sprawled flat on his back.
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[OOM: Duo shows up outside Laini's door with some surprising news. And not the good kind of surprise.]
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Sometimes, you just concentrate better when surrounded by a few dozen people all talking, singing, drinking, joking, eating, and maybe fighting.

Laini is at a table with the guts of a gadget spread out in front of her and several tools near at hand.

And a cup of coffee blacker than the space past the dying stars outside the Window.

Alas, the coffee is just as cold.


The best magi-tech of Underhill certainly will answer any and all questions about what she is working on. Even more so if you have brought her a refill.
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River is stretched out on a couch, lying on her side. Her hair tumbles across the arm of the sofa, and the fingers of one hand are curled loosely in the fringe of a cushion. She's relaxed, her body motionless except the slow, regular breathing; at a glance from the wrong angle, you might think she was asleep.

A closer look would show that her eyes are open, though. She's watching something in the middle distance with placid interest. (Either an empty table or even emptier air, apparently.)
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There's a new patron in Milliways today. Very new. One would be hard pressed to find a newer one, since she's technically less than a second old.

She's currently cradled in her father's arms, her face a little spot of turquoise peeking out from a pink baby blanket, her warm brown eyes staring out at her surroundings with a mixture of fascination and bewilderment.

Milliways, say hello to Mairi Matrix. And come congratulate her proud papa.

[ooc: As always, open for tags until it falls off the page.]

[tinytag: Hey Arnold, Jerry Lukacs]
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A large man is striding through the Door, a man with a determined look in his eye, a man with serious shit that needs doing.

None of which is going to get done here.

"Awww, mother--!!," the man roars, halting in mid-step as the Door slams shut behind him with a loud--and one might almost say smug--BANG! The man squints hard and raises a fist the way a man does when he'd love to plant it right between the eyes of, well, say, a Landlord.

Except, he knows damn well that's not going to happen. So he goes over and growls, "Bourbon!", at poor Bar instead.
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Well, it seems that getting a connection to the 'net from Earthside here at Milliways is not quite possible-

At least yet, and Laini has already put that down on her list of things to investigate and fix asap.

But that would be the reason why the Fox is sitting at a table with a hard copy of the Yellow Pages, of all things, instead of searching through the listings online with her PDA. She is paging through it carefully- already the ink has smudged on her hands and causing her nose to wrinkle. Bleh.

At least Laini has some coffee right at hand.


{tiny tag o'doom: Croup and Vandemar]

[caffeine crash. Slowtimes are love- post will remain open.]
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[[OOM: Some recurring nightmares go away; some come back even worse.]]


It's earlier in the morning than you think, for some people. At the Academy, they haven't even sounded reveille yet.

Enzo is cradling a steaming mug of Cocoa in his hands. He's pulled an armchair as close to the fireplace as possible and is staring morosely at the fish.

Sometimes, you don't want your brain functioning at optimal.


{tinytag: Doppelgänger plot}

[[OOC: Doppelgänger plot! First to tag with an OOC note gets to have HORRIBLE HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES—what fun! See here and here for further details.]]
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John places his hand on the door outside, carefully--no cars in the driveway, his mom and Cameron aren't back yet. He glances to the left, keeping an eye on the street as he slips in through the door.

What the hell. He reaches back immediately to grab the door closing behind him and get out of whenever he is now (a bar? Why would someone build a bar here?). At least he's still got his clothes. But he's not looking, and he closes the door instead with a click.

John rattles the door handle, swearing quietly, for a few moments before (concious that there might be eyes on him), he straightens his shoulders and...tries to look like he fits in.

It doesn't work very well.

[Tiny tag: John Connor]

[Note: Heading to bed, but entry open until it scrolls off the page]
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READMEs on parenting can only take you so far. Sooner or later, actual practice needs to enter the equation. And Bob and Dot would both prefer that some of that 'practice' happen before Mairi is born.

Which is why Bob is attempting to pin a diaper on a roughly baby-sized blue teddy bear.