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Sep. 8th, 2013 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
againsttherulesJack hasn't been here much recently.
Today, though, he's here with a rather large backpack, a smaller pack, even more stuff, and Professor Max Epper.
Some two are planning an expedition...
Feel free to interupt.
Today, though, he's here with a rather large backpack, a smaller pack, even more stuff, and Professor Max Epper.
Some two are planning an expedition...
Feel free to interupt.
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May. 5th, 2013 09:48 pmmax_epper[OOM:
In Dublin Max has a pleasant, if unexpected meeting with one of his former students.
Later that evening, Jack comes round for dinner. ]
Later that evening, Jack comes round for dinner.
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Apr. 3rd, 2013 08:25 pmmax_epperThere's a Dr Max Epper, sat at one of the tables with a view of the observation window. The papers around him suggest that he's been marking.
Now, however, he's settling back with a bowl of fried paradoxes and a beer.
He's also reading a letter with careful consideration, and a creeping smile crossing his face.
Now, however, he's settling back with a bowl of fried paradoxes and a beer.
He's also reading a letter with careful consideration, and a creeping smile crossing his face.
Multipup post!
Mar. 22nd, 2013 09:22 pmask_the_right_questionsThere are three older men in Milliways tonight.
Dr Selvig came in from project pegasus, where he is still getting started on his work with the tesseract. He heads for the bar for a pint.
Alfred Pennyworth is seated at a table, with a glass of scotch.
Dr Epper meanwhile, is seated opposite him reading a dissertation. It seems that the arrival of the easter break has left him with a fair amount of reading to do, courtesy of his students.
At some point during the evening, they find themselves around a table having a discussion about something inane. They'd probably welcome company.
[OOC: 3 pups, 1 mun tag one you may get more!
And end hiatus! Projects are all handed in, nothing to worry about now until exams in a month!]
Dr Selvig came in from project pegasus, where he is still getting started on his work with the tesseract. He heads for the bar for a pint.
Dr Epper meanwhile, is seated opposite him reading a dissertation. It seems that the arrival of the easter break has left him with a fair amount of reading to do, courtesy of his students.
At some point during the evening, they find themselves around a table having a discussion about something inane. They'd probably welcome company.
[OOC: 3 pups, 1 mun tag one you may get more!
And end hiatus! Projects are all handed in, nothing to worry about now until exams in a month!]
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Feb. 6th, 2013 07:18 pmvance_primeWhat with the destruction of the Combine Overworld and the subsequent rough winter, the Resistance's resident physicists haven't had much to do over the past couple of months. Tensions have been high--even higher than is typical between Doctors Kleiner and Magnusson. And Alyx, lucky girl, gets to mediate between them, which makes her tension even higher.
About a month ago, when Kleiner was pestering her for something to occupy his time, Alyx peevishly snapped that he should get a hobby, like "crochet or something." Apparently, he took her advice to heart, and has presented her with the results today.
Said results are now sitting on Bar's countertop, while Alyx stares at it and tries to figure out what on Earth possessed Dr. Kleiner to make such a thing.
An amigurumi headcrab. What is even the hell.
About a month ago, when Kleiner was pestering her for something to occupy his time, Alyx peevishly snapped that he should get a hobby, like "crochet or something." Apparently, he took her advice to heart, and has presented her with the results today.
Said results are now sitting on Bar's countertop, while Alyx stares at it and tries to figure out what on Earth possessed Dr. Kleiner to make such a thing.
An amigurumi headcrab. What is even the hell.
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Feb. 6th, 2013 09:06 pmmax_epperIt's February, and that means students have been back for a couple of weeks.
Not that that's particularly relevant right now. Max is headed home. Indeed, he'd just arrived home. However, Milliways was on the other side of his front door, rather than his house.
So, Max is sat with a cup of coffee, deliberating something.
You might even find out what, if you ask him.
Not that that's particularly relevant right now. Max is headed home. Indeed, he'd just arrived home. However, Milliways was on the other side of his front door, rather than his house.
So, Max is sat with a cup of coffee, deliberating something.
You might even find out what, if you ask him.
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Jan. 19th, 2013 09:39 pmmax_epper[OOM: In December 1990, after term ends, Max Epper heads down under, for a meeting.]
After the meeting, Max left the meeting room in one of the foreign ministry buildings and went to find somewhere to relax a little out of the heat.
As he opened the door onto a restaurant, he found himself, instead of being in the restaurant he intended, at Milliways.
"Okay, fine," he says as he wanders over to the bar. "First off, a glass of water."
He promptly drains the glass. "Refill, plus... lasagne and a glass of red, please."
Max will just be over at a table in the corner, munching on the best Lasagne he's had in a long time. He's botherable throughout, but you might be better if you catch him once he's finished his meal.
After the meeting, Max left the meeting room in one of the foreign ministry buildings and went to find somewhere to relax a little out of the heat.
As he opened the door onto a restaurant, he found himself, instead of being in the restaurant he intended, at Milliways.
"Okay, fine," he says as he wanders over to the bar. "First off, a glass of water."
He promptly drains the glass. "Refill, plus... lasagne and a glass of red, please."
Max will just be over at a table in the corner, munching on the best Lasagne he's had in a long time. He's botherable throughout, but you might be better if you catch him once he's finished his meal.
mergich_singer
There is a snow leopard flopped languorously in the low fork of a tree on the very edge of the forest, draped along the branch like a particularly beautiful ornament. She has killed today, before crossing the mountains, and is now relaxed, well-fed and resoundingly smug.It manifests, perhaps, in the music that clouds around her and hangs in the air, fat and golden and calming, or even reassuring. It certainly makes her rather less threatening than a big cat in a tree should really be - or at least, it makes her seem less threatening. The devil, after all, is in the details.
(Off-duty, goddamnit. OFF-DUTY.)
No, he hasn't been in a fight. Ignore the scuffed knees of his once-smart trousers, and definitely ignore the very cracked shades folded in the top pocket of his once-equally-smart jacket. They're entirely coincidental.
Please, for the love of Merlin, someone distract her. Find her a challenge. Anything, before she winds up having to do something about this herself.
[OOC: Open all weekend, folks!]
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Nov. 30th, 2012 06:54 pmmax_epperSometimes you just want to bless the end of term, and the lack of distractions it brings.
For Max, this is not one of those times.
Instead, it just means the opportunity to go racing all over the world, trying to string together some level of support (discrete or not) for a mission whose timeframe is fast approaching. Whether he likes it or not.
Which is why, when Max enters Milliways today, he murmurs a word of thanks to the landlord, and asks the bar for something to help him stay awake a little while longer.
What he gets, is a glass of Ray's Green Stuff.
He's now awake. And staring.
For Max, this is not one of those times.
Instead, it just means the opportunity to go racing all over the world, trying to string together some level of support (discrete or not) for a mission whose timeframe is fast approaching. Whether he likes it or not.
Which is why, when Max enters Milliways today, he murmurs a word of thanks to the landlord, and asks the bar for something to help him stay awake a little while longer.
What he gets, is a glass of Ray's Green Stuff.
He's now awake. And staring.
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Oct. 24th, 2012 07:21 pmmax_epperMax enters the bar tonight reasonably happy with his day. The start of term may be tiring, but one soon settles down into a certain rhythm.
Until you walk into a bar at the end of the day, instead of leaving your office.
"Oh, this place again."
With that, he heads over to the bar and orders a Gin and Tonic.
Until you walk into a bar at the end of the day, instead of leaving your office.
"Oh, this place again."
With that, he heads over to the bar and orders a Gin and Tonic.
First Entrance
Oct. 12th, 2012 05:30 pmmax_epperMax has had a tiring day.
He doesn't like the start of term. It has this horrible tendency to interrupt chains of thought and schedules set up over the summer, by demanding that you give a lecture, or speak to some student or another, either about their dissertations, or tutoring the lower years on the basics. He gets why it's important and he never shows this opinion to any of his students, of course. But it is tiring.
So, when Max gets home, he opens the door, walks through and goes to put his coat on the coat rack by the door. Except it's not there. And he's not at home.
So, one lecturer standing, coat and bag in hand, by the doorway, staring.
He doesn't like the start of term. It has this horrible tendency to interrupt chains of thought and schedules set up over the summer, by demanding that you give a lecture, or speak to some student or another, either about their dissertations, or tutoring the lower years on the basics. He gets why it's important and he never shows this opinion to any of his students, of course. But it is tiring.
So, when Max gets home, he opens the door, walks through and goes to put his coat on the coat rack by the door. Except it's not there. And he's not at home.
So, one lecturer standing, coat and bag in hand, by the doorway, staring.
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Feb. 13th, 2007 10:05 pmfighting_madPlourr is at a small table, looking tan and fabulous -- and extraordinarily cranky. The lake party was a nice break over the weekend, but it's back to reality now, and reality, unfortunately, includes a whole lot of diplomatic functions and charter-drafting. She's working on the latter at the moment, head in one hand, mug of caf in the other, and a datapad open on the table. She's tired. She's tired and she wants this charter to pass so she can be done with it; exhaustion has sunk in down to her bones.
From the thousand-yard stare she's giving the datapad, the way that she has been holding her mug up in the same position for the past seven minutes, and the fact that she does not have a stylus in hand to scroll on the datapad, there is a very good chance that she is not actually doing anything.
[Gone to bed! Only have computer for the night, so as warning, it may be a few days before any threads that go into slowtime get picked up.Tags are welcome, though! Slowtimes, please!]
From the thousand-yard stare she's giving the datapad, the way that she has been holding her mug up in the same position for the past seven minutes, and the fact that she does not have a stylus in hand to scroll on the datapad, there is a very good chance that she is not actually doing anything.
[Gone to bed! Only have computer for the night, so as warning, it may be a few days before any threads that go into slowtime get picked up.
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Jan. 14th, 2007 04:57 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
stuck-mynock.livejournal.comAtton looks a little bit shaky, and a little bit lost in thought when he comes down into the bar. There's a pause, just as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, as he looks at the Bar and realises his shift is any minute now.
There's flailing, and rushing upstairs to get a book of cocktails (which he'll vehemently deny needing) and quickly chalks up on the Specials board.
Specials.
Cranberry Newt.
Green Death.
Rain Man.
With that done, Atton gets behind the Bar, grinning.
"'Lo, Milliways. What'll it be?"
There's flailing, and rushing upstairs to get a book of cocktails (which he'll vehemently deny needing) and quickly chalks up on the Specials board.
Cranberry Newt.
Green Death.
Rain Man.
With that done, Atton gets behind the Bar, grinning.
"'Lo, Milliways. What'll it be?"
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Jan. 5th, 2007 03:16 pmaint-no-kid.livejournal.comThe bright lights of Coronet City spilled into Milliways as the door opened and Mission backed into the room, not quite noticing where she was, as she struggled and dragged an unconscious Gamorrean in with her. She let go of the Gamorrean as soon as his bulky body was through the door and she stopped to give his lumpy belly a good kick before walking around him to close the door.
As she turned around, back to face the unconscious porcine alien, that was when she noticed where she was.
"Oh, kriff!"
She sighed, hands on her hips, as she glanced around before she turned and opened the door then grabbed the Gamorrean by the foot.
"I hope this doesn't count as bringing business into the Bar," she mumbled as she started to drag the Gamorrean out the door again. "I mean, I wasn't expecting to walk into here or anything. Kriffing blips in time and space."
After some moments of much struggling, Mission had the Gamorrean out the door again and out onto the causeway. She had been hoping to do this somewhere private, but, as none of the passing persons took any interest in her or the Gamorrean, it was the lower slums of the City and these sorts of things happened all the time, she searched his bags and pockets until she found what she was looking for: a keycard.
She pocketed the keycard, smiling cheerfully at a Duro that glanced her way, and she turned, walking back into Milliways and heading straight for Bar to sit on one of the stools and order some food.
As she turned around, back to face the unconscious porcine alien, that was when she noticed where she was.
"Oh, kriff!"
She sighed, hands on her hips, as she glanced around before she turned and opened the door then grabbed the Gamorrean by the foot.
"I hope this doesn't count as bringing business into the Bar," she mumbled as she started to drag the Gamorrean out the door again. "I mean, I wasn't expecting to walk into here or anything. Kriffing blips in time and space."
After some moments of much struggling, Mission had the Gamorrean out the door again and out onto the causeway. She had been hoping to do this somewhere private, but, as none of the passing persons took any interest in her or the Gamorrean, it was the lower slums of the City and these sorts of things happened all the time, she searched his bags and pockets until she found what she was looking for: a keycard.
She pocketed the keycard, smiling cheerfully at a Duro that glanced her way, and she turned, walking back into Milliways and heading straight for Bar to sit on one of the stools and order some food.
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Dec. 31st, 2006 07:43 pmjedi-exile.livejournal.comShe's only ever seen a little snow on Dantooine...and a lot of it on Telos. But she's never had time to actually appreciate it.
So what better way to appreciate it, than to build a snow gizka!? Best idea ever, in her opinion.
You might not be able to tell it's Kira Isek, however...she's under what looks like 23 seperate layers.
So what better way to appreciate it, than to build a snow gizka!? Best idea ever, in her opinion.
You might not be able to tell it's Kira Isek, however...she's under what looks like 23 seperate layers.
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Dec. 31st, 2006 12:26 pmaint-no-kid.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: It's business as usual for Mission as another chapter in her life begins.]
"Huh."
That would be the sound that Mission Vao made as she stopped in mid-stride and stared around in wonder. She had been expecting Glun's Cantina, a rundown sort of place filled with mercenaries and bounty hunters and the like, in Coronet City and not an uptown sort of bar.
Vaguely she wondered if she had lost more blood from the wound on her arm than she thought and she fingered the makeshift bandage that she crafted while on the run from the two Gamorreans. Or maybe she took a wrong turn?
She frowned in thought.
No, she was certain that the door she walked into had been leading to Glun's Cantina. She distinctly remembered the cantina rats and the foul smelling Rodian hanging around by the door outside.
"Huh?"
"Huh."
That would be the sound that Mission Vao made as she stopped in mid-stride and stared around in wonder. She had been expecting Glun's Cantina, a rundown sort of place filled with mercenaries and bounty hunters and the like, in Coronet City and not an uptown sort of bar.
Vaguely she wondered if she had lost more blood from the wound on her arm than she thought and she fingered the makeshift bandage that she crafted while on the run from the two Gamorreans. Or maybe she took a wrong turn?
She frowned in thought.
No, she was certain that the door she walked into had been leading to Glun's Cantina. She distinctly remembered the cantina rats and the foul smelling Rodian hanging around by the door outside.
"Huh?"
