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Jan. 14th, 2007 10:01 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
simple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's outside, where he usually is. He likes the cold weather, and it suits him.
He's preparing the balloon for another flight.
He's preparing the balloon for another flight.
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Jan. 6th, 2007 10:37 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's been spending most of his time outside - the snow doesn't bother him, it's nothing compared to Tunguska.
He's out there now, in the balloon, flying over the lake.
He's out there now, in the balloon, flying over the lake.
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Dec. 10th, 2006 11:59 amnotjustnarrator.livejournal.comToday, Nick decides, is an excellent day to explore the world that lay outside of the actual bar.
The fact that it seems to be raining crustaceans inside the bar today has absolutely nothing to do with this decision.
So he bundles up in a jacket, scarf, mittens and aviator-styled hat - all provided by Bar - and ventures outside.
It's cold.
It's the kind of cold that reminds him of home, though, and in a strange way it warms him up as quickly as it chilled him. While the wind blows against his face and twirls his scarf about every which way, he heads toward the lake. What is intended to be a quick glance at the water turns in to a long and thoughtful unbroken stare.
It takes a rather harsh gust of wind to snap him out of his reverie.
His eyes restlessly roam the landscape for a while, then, stopping on the forest for a few moments before straining to see what's hiding beyond the horizon. He can't help but wonder why he's here, what's going on in New York, what's going on Minnesota, whether he's really gone or just dreaming or --
-- and there he goes again, lost in a daydream.
Eventually, he will realize that his face is numb.
Eventually, but not yet.
The fact that it seems to be raining crustaceans inside the bar today has absolutely nothing to do with this decision.
So he bundles up in a jacket, scarf, mittens and aviator-styled hat - all provided by Bar - and ventures outside.
It's cold.
It's the kind of cold that reminds him of home, though, and in a strange way it warms him up as quickly as it chilled him. While the wind blows against his face and twirls his scarf about every which way, he heads toward the lake. What is intended to be a quick glance at the water turns in to a long and thoughtful unbroken stare.
It takes a rather harsh gust of wind to snap him out of his reverie.
His eyes restlessly roam the landscape for a while, then, stopping on the forest for a few moments before straining to see what's hiding beyond the horizon. He can't help but wonder why he's here, what's going on in New York, what's going on Minnesota, whether he's really gone or just dreaming or --
-- and there he goes again, lost in a daydream.
Eventually, he will realize that his face is numb.
Eventually, but not yet.
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Nov. 18th, 2006 06:53 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's out with his balloon, not far from the forest, preparing to go for a flight.
Ask nicely and you might get to go up with him.
Ask nicely and you might get to go up with him.
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Oct. 12th, 2006 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_meimeiThe days are getting shorter, and colder. It's well into autumn now, and before too long it'll be too chilly to be comfortable without heavy jackets and boots.
Maybe that's why River's meandering along the lakeshore now, a flame-red maple leaf in one hand.
She'll go in later, and have cider by the fire, and warm up. Even with boots and one of Simon's old sweaters, her fingers are chilly. But not just yet.
Maybe that's why River's meandering along the lakeshore now, a flame-red maple leaf in one hand.
She'll go in later, and have cider by the fire, and warm up. Even with boots and one of Simon's old sweaters, her fingers are chilly. But not just yet.
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Oct. 11th, 2006 08:05 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's outside, taking the balloon for a test flight.
The weather could be better, true, but there's a decent wind up. It'll do.
The weather could be better, true, but there's a decent wind up. It'll do.
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Sep. 27th, 2006 10:22 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comIt's dusk, and Lee's bedding down.
In his balloon, now the basket's made - he gave up his room upstairs, if he ever had one - with blankets and his daemon to keep him warm this autumn night.
Come say hi.
In his balloon, now the basket's made - he gave up his room upstairs, if he ever had one - with blankets and his daemon to keep him warm this autumn night.
Come say hi.
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Sep. 21st, 2006 01:34 pme_delmarWhen you're the type of person who spends a lot of time outside, ain't nothin' worse than being forced inside.
Which is why Ennis is outside, even if he's sittin' against a tree, with a blanket - old and worn and soft - pulled up around him.
There's a piece of wood in his hand, but it ain't hardly been started in on, and he don't look like he's gonna be working on it any time soon.
Which is why Ennis is outside, even if he's sittin' against a tree, with a blanket - old and worn and soft - pulled up around him.
There's a piece of wood in his hand, but it ain't hardly been started in on, and he don't look like he's gonna be working on it any time soon.
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Sep. 21st, 2006 10:37 ammorbid-midweek.livejournal.comAfter passing the first major test of the year with flying colours, Wednesday is happy enough to have a small celebration in the bar.
No books today, not even for pleasure reading. She orders a caramel latte from the bar - getting too cold now for lemonade - and heads outside to walk along the lake.
No books today, not even for pleasure reading. She orders a caramel latte from the bar - getting too cold now for lemonade - and heads outside to walk along the lake.
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Sep. 15th, 2006 11:50 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/He takes a step in, and strikes his foot against the threshold of the door and stumbles forward, shoving his arms out to catch himself before he falls out face-first with a confused, "What?"
He lands thump and the floor seems terribly familiar. "Milliways, 'lo again." From the tangle of skinny limbs and too much pale hair now sitting indian-style.
He lands thump and the floor seems terribly familiar. "Milliways, 'lo again." From the tangle of skinny limbs and too much pale hair now sitting indian-style.
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Sep. 1st, 2006 04:11 pmfated-fox.livejournal.comThere is a Hale in the bar, wandering about verrrrrrry slowwwwwlllly...
The way a person moves when one is disoriented in some way or other.
And Hale just so happens to be disoriented. Sensorally-speaking, but that part's getting better.
It's the navigating about that's tricky.
Those in his path should be a little careful though, given that his only source of navigation—Kya—is twelve inches tall at the shoulder.
The way a person moves when one is disoriented in some way or other.
And Hale just so happens to be disoriented. Sensorally-speaking, but that part's getting better.
It's the navigating about that's tricky.
Those in his path should be a little careful though, given that his only source of navigation—Kya—is twelve inches tall at the shoulder.
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Aug. 14th, 2006 02:53 pme_delmarThere's a corner table, in the back. It's deep in shadows, but if you can tell, Ennis' sitting there, cigarette in hand, hat pulled over his eyes. Sure, he's hungover, but when you wake up at four thirty, it's mostly gone by this time of day.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 09:12 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's been busy, with as much help as Hester could offer, and they've worked fast.
The balloon basket's nearly finished, now, out by the lake.
The balloon basket's nearly finished, now, out by the lake.
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Jun. 11th, 2006 10:22 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's been busy, lately.
He's out back, now, working on completing the construction of a half-built balloon basket.
He's out back, now, working on completing the construction of a half-built balloon basket.
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May. 30th, 2006 10:16 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee is out in the woods, looking for fallen branches and so on. Materials to make a balloon basket with.
If he doesn't find enough, he'll ask permission to cut some more wood.
If he doesn't find enough, he'll ask permission to cut some more wood.
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May. 25th, 2006 02:27 pmpirate_jackTime is a curious thing. Although it may have taken longer to get back from Singapore than it did to go, he's not particularly worried about it. The search was a success, after all, and the treasure found.
This time.
By the time the Pearl drops anchor in the hidden cove, Del is gone--
(I'll keep you, if you want - never let me go, luv)
--or so to speak.
In any case, when Jack comes bounding through the door to Milliways, manic glee is clear in both the pirate's glance and in his brilliant, wicked smile.
This time.
By the time the Pearl drops anchor in the hidden cove, Del is gone--
(I'll keep you, if you want - never let me go, luv)
--or so to speak.
In any case, when Jack comes bounding through the door to Milliways, manic glee is clear in both the pirate's glance and in his brilliant, wicked smile.
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May. 10th, 2006 09:56 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee comes downstairs, accompanied as ever by Hester, and pins a notice to the board.
It reads:
INTERESTED IN BALLOON RIDES BY THE LAKE?
SIGN UP HERE.
Then he goes to get a drink.
It reads:
INTERESTED IN BALLOON RIDES BY THE LAKE?
SIGN UP HERE.
Then he goes to get a drink.
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May. 5th, 2006 10:53 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's around, with Hester.
They're talking quietly about the likelihood of anyone being interested in balloon rides here.
They're talking quietly about the likelihood of anyone being interested in balloon rides here.
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Apr. 20th, 2006 09:50 amred-mare.livejournal.comJah-lila has been in and out of late. As the weather grows warmer, she is more often at home. Today, though, Capi- the tiny brown pard- insisted on leaping to her back and not letting go; and so she ran with him there, until she found herself trotting out from under the Milliways trees.
Ah, well. Unicorn and housecat, out by the lake.
Ah, well. Unicorn and housecat, out by the lake.
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Apr. 16th, 2006 09:08 pmscourgeofpiracy.livejournal.comJames Norrington and Lee Scoresby are sitting around a table together, Lee's Winchester rifle propped against his chair and Hester at his feet.
They're playing cards.
Tag one or both.
They're playing cards.
Tag one or both.
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Apr. 11th, 2006 07:41 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee is in the bar, with Hester curled up on a booth bench next to him.
He's got paper and pencil and is sketching hot-air balloons, speculatively.
He's got paper and pencil and is sketching hot-air balloons, speculatively.
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Apr. 10th, 2006 05:34 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comLee's acquired a set of clean clothes - though he hasn't disposed of the old set, just yet - and a room for himself and Hester.
Right now, they're outside, checking out the lake area and trying to decide if there's enough space to be worth getting a balloon.
Right now, they're outside, checking out the lake area and trying to decide if there's enough space to be worth getting a balloon.
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Apr. 9th, 2006 10:54 pmsimple-aeronaut.livejournal.comThe door swings open, almost like an old-style saloon door, and a man walks in. Tall, lean and sardonic-looking, he stands and surveys the room for a moment or two while he fumbles a box of cigars and a match from his pocket, propping his old rifle against his leg. His coat and shirt are stained with dried blood, and more than a little ragged.
There's a scruffy, thin brown hare with him, hopping at his feet, and it's her he's addressing when he finally speaks, lighting a cigar.
"Well, Hester. Cain't say this is what I thought we'd come to."
There's a scruffy, thin brown hare with him, hopping at his feet, and it's her he's addressing when he finally speaks, lighting a cigar.
"Well, Hester. Cain't say this is what I thought we'd come to."
