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Jul. 23rd, 2007 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
realmrsreynoldsIt's been Spring Cleaning time at the Reynolds Ranch, and Sallie's got one large box at her feet and a smaller one clutched in her arms as she walks through her pantry into the bar at the end of the 'verse.
It's a long process of kicking boxes down to the bar, but she lets the box in her arms drop down alongside its twin already on the ground, posting a sign for the masses:
Gifts from 2520
Includes: books, music, toys, miscellaneous things that are still in good shape.
Please take some! I'd hate to throw them away. -- Sallie Reynolds
She's sitting by the boxes themselves, ready to help anyone actually understand what the objects are.
[ooc: The pup can find something in the box on their own if you feel comfortable making something up, or Sallie can dig out something for them. ETA: Aaaaaand sleep.]
It's a long process of kicking boxes down to the bar, but she lets the box in her arms drop down alongside its twin already on the ground, posting a sign for the masses:
Includes: books, music, toys, miscellaneous things that are still in good shape.
Please take some! I'd hate to throw them away. -- Sallie Reynolds
She's sitting by the boxes themselves, ready to help anyone actually understand what the objects are.
[ooc: The pup can find something in the box on their own if you feel comfortable making something up, or Sallie can dig out something for them. ETA: Aaaaaand sleep.]
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Jul. 12th, 2007 01:01 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
stuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton doesn't sleep in the bar, often. Sometimes he rests his eyes, and looks all quiet and curled up, but he rarely actually sleeps.
You can tell he's sleeping now, on the sofa, by the way that he's not all that restful. He's muttering, and squirming a little bit, and refusing to stay still for more than two minutes at a time. But, he hasn't managed to roll off the sofa yet, so things can't be that bad.
You can tell he's sleeping now, on the sofa, by the way that he's not all that restful. He's muttering, and squirming a little bit, and refusing to stay still for more than two minutes at a time. But, he hasn't managed to roll off the sofa yet, so things can't be that bad.
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Jul. 11th, 2007 12:19 amstilljustandrew[Millitimed to sometime last week:
"I'll apply / To your eye, / Gentle lover, remedy."
- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
"Because the remedy is the experience / This is a dangerous liaison / I said the comedy is that it's serious / This is a strange enough new play on words...."
- Jason Mraz, The Remedy]
(...Or to put the same thing another way: the antidote to love-in-idleness finally gets around to both Andrew Wells and River Tam.)
"I'll apply / To your eye, / Gentle lover, remedy."
- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
"Because the remedy is the experience / This is a dangerous liaison / I said the comedy is that it's serious / This is a strange enough new play on words...."
- Jason Mraz, The Remedy]
(...Or to put the same thing another way: the antidote to love-in-idleness finally gets around to both Andrew Wells and River Tam.)
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Jul. 8th, 2007 09:19 pmexplorertruman.livejournal.comTruman had been working on the Guide earlier, but now he was slumped on one of the couches. Fast asleep. Luckily he's one of those deep, no snore types of sleepers, and would just occasionally move a little to shift positions.
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Jul. 8th, 2007 06:36 pmawesome_lillyLilly heard about the latest epidemic (love, not amnesia) from her BFF and not her husband/secret cause of the epidemic.
Naturally, she then promptly headed out to find said husband and demand that he hook her up with some love in idleness because he owed her for totally failing the part of marriage where you tell your spouse about your awesome mischief-making so they can help. Okay, maybe that's only Puck and Lilly's marriage. Still.
She's in the bar now, with a tiny bottle and a rather alarming smile.
[OOC: Warning! Lilly thinks she is going to get someone with the love potion. Actually, in the course of threads, she's going to accidentally splash some on her own eyes and fall in love with... well. Whoever. I'm leaving it totally up to chance. Probably there will be dice rolling or something, then love, then eventual fixing. Maybe she'll get really unlucky and it'll happen a couple of times!
So, tag away, but be aware that Lilly may fall in love with your pup if you do so!]
[ETA: Hi, finger death! Slowtimes all around!]
Naturally, she then promptly headed out to find said husband and demand that he hook her up with some love in idleness because he owed her for totally failing the part of marriage where you tell your spouse about your awesome mischief-making so they can help. Okay, maybe that's only Puck and Lilly's marriage. Still.
She's in the bar now, with a tiny bottle and a rather alarming smile.
[OOC: Warning! Lilly thinks she is going to get someone with the love potion. Actually, in the course of threads, she's going to accidentally splash some on her own eyes and fall in love with... well. Whoever. I'm leaving it totally up to chance. Probably there will be dice rolling or something, then love, then eventual fixing. Maybe she'll get really unlucky and it'll happen a couple of times!
So, tag away, but be aware that Lilly may fall in love with your pup if you do so!]
[ETA: Hi, finger death! Slowtimes all around!]
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Jul. 8th, 2007 06:10 pmfighter--pilot.livejournal.comAs much fun as Shalla's new Mickey Mouse-shaped datapad is, it's still full of boring reports. And so Shalla does what many of her fellow pilots do when faced with said boring reports. She falls asleep!
At least there's no Thyne to worry about.
At least there's no Thyne to worry about.
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Jul. 8th, 2007 05:43 pmslayer_frayMel's rubbing her neck when she comes into the bar, hair messed up and gun still un-holstered from a fight outside.
"Hey, Maplebaby," she says to Bar as she scrambles on to a barstool, "give us a beer and replaces these for me?" Empty laser cartridges are dropped onto the wooden surface and promptly replaced with new, fully charged ammo. "Thanks."
It's been one of those days when you look forward to a Security shift just for the quiet.
"Hey, Maplebaby," she says to Bar as she scrambles on to a barstool, "give us a beer and replaces these for me?" Empty laser cartridges are dropped onto the wooden surface and promptly replaced with new, fully charged ammo. "Thanks."
It's been one of those days when you look forward to a Security shift just for the quiet.
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Jul. 7th, 2007 08:13 pmsonofwhitecity.livejournal.comBoromir has spent a great deal of the afternoon sipping a tankard of ale and watching the universe end.
Stimulated by this, as anyone would be, he's now napping in his favorite armchair.
He's not wearing his sword, but still. Don't wake a sleeping Gondorian unless you're very light on your feet.
Stimulated by this, as anyone would be, he's now napping in his favorite armchair.
He's not wearing his sword, but still. Don't wake a sleeping Gondorian unless you're very light on your feet.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 11:48 pmmorelikeasponge.livejournal.comPeter is brooding. In a dark corner. In a black jacket with an upturned collar. With his hair in his face.
The pink straw in his beer kind of ruins the effect.
He's this close to writing poetry. Stop Peter Petrelli from writing godawful lovesick poetry...save the world.
The pink straw in his beer kind of ruins the effect.
He's this close to writing poetry. Stop Peter Petrelli from writing godawful lovesick poetry...save the world.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 11:46 pmhatchingviper.livejournal.com((OOM: Le Chiffre, after a good long stretch of not kidnapping anyone, suddenly experiences a regression into this very bad habit. Therapy is suggested. Looots and looots of therapy. No warnings really, unless gratuitous use of poetry appalls.))
The young man known as Deitmar is in the bar, wearing a band-aid on his thumb and another on his wrist, clutching an ice pack to the back of his head, and glaring fixedly at the far wall. This is not his best mood. He has, in fact, had a rather trying day.
However, from the way he is trying not to glare at nearby people, he'll accept sane company.
The young man known as Deitmar is in the bar, wearing a band-aid on his thumb and another on his wrist, clutching an ice pack to the back of his head, and glaring fixedly at the far wall. This is not his best mood. He has, in fact, had a rather trying day.
However, from the way he is trying not to glare at nearby people, he'll accept sane company.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 11:08 pmuncommongardenr.livejournal.comDickon has, so far, remained cheerfully unaware of any love-in-idleness shenanigans aside from those he helped put right a few weeks ago.
Which is why, as he takes a seat at the bar and orders tea, he's not feeling terribly wary.
Fortunately, he's not feeling terribly sleepy, either.
Which is why, as he takes a seat at the bar and orders tea, he's not feeling terribly wary.
Fortunately, he's not feeling terribly sleepy, either.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 09:50 pmsmallestopenerIngress skips in through the House of Arch painting and then around the bar.
She's looking for a certain someone, you see.
Not finding him, she skips outside to look.
Undaunted, she returns inside, gets her milkshake, and settles down at a table. She pulls out crayons and paper from her little bag and begins coloring.
The top paper soon has brightly-colored hearts all over it. It sums up how she feels very well, really.
She's looking for a certain someone, you see.
Not finding him, she skips outside to look.
Undaunted, she returns inside, gets her milkshake, and settles down at a table. She pulls out crayons and paper from her little bag and begins coloring.
The top paper soon has brightly-colored hearts all over it. It sums up how she feels very well, really.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 06:02 pmnita_callahanCarmela may be trying -- and failing -- to stay awake, but Nita, tucked into a booth, is making no pretense whatsoever. ('Cause, you know, it's pretty hard to pretend you're anything but asleep when you're asleep. You're too busy sleeping.)
Between working for her dad and filling orders for a couple parade floats, and then trying to help keep the dogs in the neighborhood calm during the fireworks, and cleaning the shop, and all the little things, it's been a long week. She feels she's earned a nap.
Between working for her dad and filling orders for a couple parade floats, and then trying to help keep the dogs in the neighborhood calm during the fireworks, and cleaning the shop, and all the little things, it's been a long week. She feels she's earned a nap.
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Jul. 6th, 2007 05:41 pmi_grenfelzCarmela's current outlook on life is revolving on that annoying getting up to go to work in the mornings thing. Did someone miss the memo that it's summer? And that's it's the weekend after Fourth of July? Some people have been exercising their rights as Americans to stay up until godawful hours.
Stupid work.
Anyway. Suffice it to say that Carmela is sprawled on one of the couches, trying not to--
Yawn.
--Well, not trying very hard, evidently. Good thing she doesn't snore.
Stupid work.
Anyway. Suffice it to say that Carmela is sprawled on one of the couches, trying not to--
Yawn.
--Well, not trying very hard, evidently. Good thing she doesn't snore.
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Jul. 5th, 2007 10:25 pmmorelikeasponge.livejournal.comPeter's slumped over in a corner booth, face buried in his folded arms. He's fast asleep, and snoring faintly.
Somebody didn't have enough coffee this morning.
Somebody didn't have enough coffee this morning.
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Jul. 5th, 2007 06:41 pmgorgonfondness[OOM: All things must eventually come to an end, some more quickly than others.]
And Mia is back in the bar, quite normal.
Which fortunately means that one Eugene Roe won't be wearing his stomach as a hat courtesy of Draco Malfoy anytime soon.
Mia is just sitting in a booth, idly wondering where Draco is, come to think of it.
She's still got a little dreaminess to her, but that's more of a waiting for who she really loves dreaminess.
And Mia is back in the bar, quite normal.
Which fortunately means that one Eugene Roe won't be wearing his stomach as a hat courtesy of Draco Malfoy anytime soon.
Mia is just sitting in a booth, idly wondering where Draco is, come to think of it.
She's still got a little dreaminess to her, but that's more of a waiting for who she really loves dreaminess.
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Jul. 4th, 2007 11:23 pmobnoxiousadams.livejournal.com[ooc: Plotlocked, guys! Sorry~ ;D
As of 1:30 AM, this thread is in slowtime! Please tune in tomorrow for more crack.]
When the door swings open tonight, it opens to a scene of celebration.
If you ever wondered what a political party - not a group, but an actual party with singing and dancing and liquor and everything! - looks like, now's your chance to catch a quick, quick glimpse.
...
And now your chance is gone, as there is a very exhausted but very delighted looking American stepping through the door.
John wants to shout the news to the entirety of the bar, but he knows that they all already know why he looks so happy, so without hesitation he flops down into a booth (rather unceremoniously, the mun might add) and closes his eyes.
When the door swings open tonight, it opens to a scene of celebration.
If you ever wondered what a political party - not a group, but an actual party with singing and dancing and liquor and everything! - looks like, now's your chance to catch a quick, quick glimpse.
...
And now your chance is gone, as there is a very exhausted but very delighted looking American stepping through the door.
John wants to shout the news to the entirety of the bar, but he knows that they all already know why he looks so happy, so without hesitation he flops down into a booth (rather unceremoniously, the mun might add) and closes his eyes.
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Jul. 4th, 2007 11:19 pmgorgonfondnessThere is a Guildmaster sleeping on a comfy couch.
It's like Sleeping Beauty all over again.
With any luck, her Prince Charming will come and wake her up.
But you never know when you have lovely women sleeping in bars at the end of the universe.
*ooc: Plot-locked, my friends.*
It's like Sleeping Beauty all over again.
With any luck, her Prince Charming will come and wake her up.
But you never know when you have lovely women sleeping in bars at the end of the universe.
*ooc: Plot-locked, my friends.*
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 10:38 pmgonna_liveSam Winchester took a journal and his laptop with him when Dean dragged him out last night. There are still other books and papers left on the table.
...so somebody has to guard them, right? And when he comes back from the possessed catfish -- he'll go to the table first. Right? Right.
Kaylee...didn't so much go home last night. No; when she had to go sleep, she left about six notes scattered on the table with her room number (in Milliways) on it, and she left two with the bar. But now? Now she's sitting at the table with a nice fresh ribbon in her hair and a (very classy) tea set.
Her hands are folded on the table.
She's looking at the front door with a depressed kind of expectation. 'Depressed' because the door has opened several times tonight, and none of them have brought in the divine Mr. Winchester.
But it's only a matter of time.
He promised.
...so somebody has to guard them, right? And when he comes back from the possessed catfish -- he'll go to the table first. Right? Right.
Kaylee...didn't so much go home last night. No; when she had to go sleep, she left about six notes scattered on the table with her room number (in Milliways) on it, and she left two with the bar. But now? Now she's sitting at the table with a nice fresh ribbon in her hair and a (very classy) tea set.
Her hands are folded on the table.
She's looking at the front door with a depressed kind of expectation. 'Depressed' because the door has opened several times tonight, and none of them have brought in the divine Mr. Winchester.
But it's only a matter of time.
He promised.
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 09:49 pmsmallestopenerIt is a bright, sunny day, and Ingress is relaxing on the grassy shore of the lake.
She's been visiting with Mr. Julia and stopping by the stables to pat the horses on their noses and climbing one of the mountains a little ways up, and now she's a little tired. It's been a busy day!
She lies down in the grass and watches the clouds go by, looking for shapes in them. Soon she is watching the back of her eyelids.
A little cat nap will be all she needs to be up and running for the rest of the day.
She's been visiting with Mr. Julia and stopping by the stables to pat the horses on their noses and climbing one of the mountains a little ways up, and now she's a little tired. It's been a busy day!
She lies down in the grass and watches the clouds go by, looking for shapes in them. Soon she is watching the back of her eyelids.
A little cat nap will be all she needs to be up and running for the rest of the day.
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Jul. 3rd, 2007 09:31 pmgavemea_45It hadn't taken all that long to deal with the possessed catfish, really. In the end, Sam had kept lookout while Dean climbed the pole and shoved dynamite down its throat on one of its spins, then the two of them had hidden behind a nearby fence until the explosion.
No one had noticed -- they'd timed it to match with the fireworks celebrating the end of the Catfish Rodeo. Afterwards, Sam had quickly recited a standard exorcism over the pieces, which had then quit vibrating. It was over.
But although it was over, Dean had continued to be a pain in the ass, insisting on a bunch of things and trying to keep him busy. Too busy to return to Milliways. To Kaylee.
Sam puts up with it until evening, then feigns sleep early. As soon as Dean goes into the bathroom, he leaps up from the bed and locks him in-- then heads quickly out the motel room door and into Milliways.
There's a bashful smile on his face as he looks around the room, searching for that special someone. He'll find her soon enough, though, he's sure of it. He has to.
No one had noticed -- they'd timed it to match with the fireworks celebrating the end of the Catfish Rodeo. Afterwards, Sam had quickly recited a standard exorcism over the pieces, which had then quit vibrating. It was over.
But although it was over, Dean had continued to be a pain in the ass, insisting on a bunch of things and trying to keep him busy. Too busy to return to Milliways. To Kaylee.
Sam puts up with it until evening, then feigns sleep early. As soon as Dean goes into the bathroom, he leaps up from the bed and locks him in-- then heads quickly out the motel room door and into Milliways.
There's a bashful smile on his face as he looks around the room, searching for that special someone. He'll find her soon enough, though, he's sure of it. He has to.
