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mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly's a bit bored this evening. It's too cold to go outside for long, and she'd read her textbooks backward and forward and probably upside down.

So? She's at a table with a view of the back door, with a full tea pot and a plate of biscuits that she hasn't touched. She's got her wand out, and is idly turning the salt and peppper shaker into random objects or small animals.

Would you like to see? She takes requests!

bloodyrockgod

When Charlie sees the notice, he winces and goes back upstairs. He returns in a few minutes and lays a few wrinkled twenties on the bar. "Me and Darien Fawkes, please," he says, and nods when the totals reduce a bit.

He sits at the piano, warms up with scales, and starts playing.

( you know this one )

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is sitting at a table in the bar with tea and biscuits, but you may not recognise her for one of two reasons.

1. She's purple. Hair, skin, eyes.
2. She's wearing a Not Happy Face.

Strangley enough, the two things are not really related to each other.

She's open for company.

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria is in the bar, having some food while she holds Alex on her lap with the other arm.

Come say hi!

gone_byebye

Ray has been busy upstairs for a while. Busy busy busy busy. Oh yes. Very busy.

Unfortunately you can only spend so long welding before the project gets done with.

He stinks of acetylene torch aftermath.

cywyllog

A pretty, young Welsh princess is in the bar, sitting in a booth, back to the wall, sipping a glass of red wine.

She wouldn't mind some company, really, and she's quite possibly the most harmless thing in the bar. Well, except for the kittens.

Current Mood: calm

gone_byebye

Ray had a fairly disquieting thought earlier today and wound up spending most of the afternoon in his room. He comes downstairs in search of food and actual conversation, since let's face it, it's a mess up there.

[Summary: Martin Miggs comes around and talks to Ray about food. Because, well- FOOD. But not pixy sticks.

Scribble the baby raptor comes by with her toy! There is tug-of-war and then the rope is torn to bits, so Ray deploys one of his flashyballs and gets himself some protection against pointy bits, and then there is feeding time for the ickle Mesozoic deathbringer.

Lysistrata also pops up, and there is some discussion of things like rings and faked deaths and Spartan idiocy, and on the idiocy theme Ray reveals that he's currently having an envy/jealousy problem, and can't quite seem to get over it. Even though he knows it's stupid.

Scary scary Tim Hunter comes by to ask about borrowing a PKE meter. Ray is somewhat reluctant at first, but when he hears what happened to Ace, he hands the meter over without a quibble.

Hurley comes around to ask Ray what he knows about freakydeaky numbers and good / bad fortune combinations. Ray adds another item to his research queue as a result.

And finally, Akito turns up, and there is discussion of ID cards and communications gaps before Ray boggles a little at the name of Nergal Heavy Industries. Give the man a break, he's been studying Sumerian for the past week...]

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

[oom: Strata and Iris begin their plan in Strata's Athens.]

[ooc:summary: Iris and Strata narrowly avoid being detected, grab Strata's jewels, then have much fun making illusionary crazy!Strata run around screaming that the house is flooding. She gets a few parting shots before jumping off a cliff, and Strata's evil husband gets what's coming to him. Both return to the Bar, but discover Strata is Bound.

gone_byebye

Ray spent an inordinate amount of time outside today, sitting not near the lake but near the forest. Not actually in. Just near. If the truth be told, he was watching for demon bunnies.

Sometimes you just need downtime.

Anyway, he's in the bar now, and he's got dinner- something that appears to be grain-based even though it's slablike and fried- and a small plate of raw chopmeat, which for some reason he does not touch. Also, a fat book on the Sumerian language and a clay tray, which he marks up with a stick in between mouthfuls.

And that's why you need downtime.

gone_byebye

After some in-bar discussion earlier, Ray retired to his room to check on some experiments and make up for lost sleep. He's awake properly now, and wearing the equations T-shirt. And he's got dinner and a couple of small grey possibly electronic things on his table, along with the creepy green opalescent soda stuff. Come say hi!

[Summary: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBABYDINOSAURSEEEEEEEEE!!! Ray once again displays all the survival instincts of an eggplant as he finds first one, then two, then three baby Utahraptors clustering about his table. They get fed, watered, and played with, and then momma shows up, so she gets fed too. The babies get named Scribble, Kona, and Tiger, and Scribble decides that she likes playing tug-of-war with Ray, which is good, because he likes playing it too.

Donatello shows up at the sight of Ray's T-shirt, and there is discussion of general geekery, then ghost geekery, before Donatello realizes who Ray is. Then Ray breaks out the Map of Milliways Patrons' Worlds and OMG TECHNO FOO. Slowtimed for now.

And Lysistrata comes around, and she and Ray chat, and the possibility is planted in Lysistrata's mind of visiting New York City. Ray indicates that the status of women in his time is fairly high compared to Athens in Lysistrata's day. There is also much discussion of the fact that the Greek playwrights and philosophers are still remembered and taught in the schools in Ray's time, which pleases Lysistrata to no end.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy scans the room; if she's looking for something, she doesn't find it, and she heads for the bar. She orders tea, and busies herself adding milk and sugar.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Max...well, she doesn't walk in, really. Her knees buckle before she makes it three steps, pitching her onto the floor. She manages to catch herself on her palms, and the impact makes her suck in a sharp hiss of breath.

Put politely, she looks like hell. Her dark hair is matted, her hospital gown torn and ragged. She's stick thin, as though she's been starved, and her arms look like she's attacked herself with her own nails.

The girl just can't make a good first impression, can she?

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