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Jul. 5th, 2013 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cutting_edgex23At some point during the day (or night) X makes her way inside, settling down at a table with a sandwich, a glass of milk, and her laptop.
She looks a lot less skittish than she has for the past several weeks.
She may also be looking up maps of the Paris Metro.
Preparation is important. Especially when dealing with the Facility.
She looks a lot less skittish than she has for the past several weeks.
She may also be looking up maps of the Paris Metro.
Preparation is important. Especially when dealing with the Facility.
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Jun. 12th, 2013 07:36 pmcutting_edgex23X slips out of the Staff hallway, stopping herself from heading out the back door by an effort of will.
If she is not comfortable in crowds she cannot go home, and she knows whoever purchased her trigger scent, they cannot have meant to catch just her on the platforms of the Paris Metro.
Especially not after drawing her attention to the fact that it was now a generalized trigger.
She takes a slow, careful breath, following it up with a second one.
Then, hesitant where usually she is certain, X makes her way to Bar to order dinner. She chooses a table in the most crowded area of the bar, afterward.
Just as a test.
If she occasionally clenches and relaxes her left hand, it only means she's stretching it out.
Right?
If she is not comfortable in crowds she cannot go home, and she knows whoever purchased her trigger scent, they cannot have meant to catch just her on the platforms of the Paris Metro.
Especially not after drawing her attention to the fact that it was now a generalized trigger.
She takes a slow, careful breath, following it up with a second one.
Then, hesitant where usually she is certain, X makes her way to Bar to order dinner. She chooses a table in the most crowded area of the bar, afterward.
Just as a test.
If she occasionally clenches and relaxes her left hand, it only means she's stretching it out.
Right?
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May. 28th, 2013 08:15 pmnoteful[OOM: Millitimed to a month ago and right after this thread: Meg, X, and Alain discuss the perils of matchmaking, the importance of hockey, the qualifications of wimps, and the prettiness of Bruce Wayne. No, really.]
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Apr. 28th, 2013 08:26 pmnoteful[OOM: Immediately before . . . ]
" . . . this works, too."
It's closer than the market and she doesn't need a jacket.
And surely Bar does some kind of party tray, if you ask nicely.
" . . . this works, too."
It's closer than the market and she doesn't need a jacket.
And surely Bar does some kind of party tray, if you ask nicely.
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Nov. 13th, 2012 03:30 pmnoteful[OOM: My heart is a mirror reflecting your face
And when you come nearer I meet you halfway
I kiss you when you kiss me
We're one and the same
'Cause my heart is a mirror with you in its frame]
And when you come nearer I meet you halfway
I kiss you when you kiss me
We're one and the same
'Cause my heart is a mirror with you in its frame]
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Nov. 12th, 2012 07:34 pmmaster_bruceHe always seems to get pulled in here on his way back from the office. Maybe it's the universe's way of acknowledging that too long spent there makes him want to beat himself over the head with a bottle. Maybe it's just coincidence. Either way, it means he always ends up in here looking like a stuffed shirt.
He can live with that, though. Probably safer, if other people from Gotham happen to be around. But today was particularly boring, so he has no hesitation in pulling his silk tie off, and unfastening his collar button.
'Thank you. I'll take a beer, please.'
What the hell. He'll live it up for space of one drink. It's presented promptly, along with a small box and a note from Meg. Both items make him smile, and he carries them to a booth at the side of the room.
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Nov. 9th, 2012 07:55 amnoteful[OOM: I'm taking my chances, I'm taking my time
I know that it's right when we're locking our eyes
I tell you the truth, yeah it's all I can do
'Cause my heart is a mirror
It's just empty glass without you]
I know that it's right when we're locking our eyes
I tell you the truth, yeah it's all I can do
'Cause my heart is a mirror
It's just empty glass without you]
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Nov. 8th, 2012 01:08 pmnoteful[OOM: I read your words backwards
And as hard as I try
When the room steams up, I turn in and hide
Been dropped more than once
I don’t claim to be new
I only notice the cracks when they break across you]
And as hard as I try
When the room steams up, I turn in and hide
Been dropped more than once
I don’t claim to be new
I only notice the cracks when they break across you]
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Nov. 4th, 2012 07:04 pmthursdays_angelCastiel has not stopped moving since he came into the bar this evening.
He has a lot to think about, and is coming to understand the human compulsion to pace when one’s mind is troubled. He has been walking a slow, steady, winding circuit through the bar, eyes slightly unfocused, praying that answers will begin to present themselves.
He’s paying little attention to where he is going, though.
Apologies if he drifts into your personal space.
He has a lot to think about, and is coming to understand the human compulsion to pace when one’s mind is troubled. He has been walking a slow, steady, winding circuit through the bar, eyes slightly unfocused, praying that answers will begin to present themselves.
He’s paying little attention to where he is going, though.
Apologies if he drifts into your personal space.
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Nov. 4th, 2012 06:03 pmnotefulMeg has obtained a mug of apple cider and a chair by the fire place.
She is taking a little time to enjoy having nothing whatsoever to do.
It's a rare commodity for her, these days.
Later, she might paint her nails.
For now, she's perfectly content to sit and watch the bar around her.
She is taking a little time to enjoy having nothing whatsoever to do.
It's a rare commodity for her, these days.
Later, she might paint her nails.
For now, she's perfectly content to sit and watch the bar around her.
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Oct. 15th, 2012 04:34 pmalsoagreengrassSitting upside down in one of the armchairs, with his head on the cushion and his feet nearly in the air, Scorpius is killing an afternoon by working on his prototype broom.
He's been hard at work on it for the past couple of days - since his last visit to Milliways, truly - and he has an actual broom to show now. Not just a toy that's been experiment on, but an actual broom, carved from his very own wand!
A broom someone could fly on, even.
If they're willing to risk the experimental magic on it.
Scorpius would, of course, but he's not quite to the test-flying stage just yet. With it floating above him, he's currently carving neat designs into the underside of the handle with a wand and a bit of magic. Because when he gets about to flying on it, it should look good too?
As he works, being in a rather cheery mood and unaware of any nightmarish happenings that have been going on in Milliways, he's humming some Muggle song* that came on the stereo and got stuck in his head.
He's been hard at work on it for the past couple of days - since his last visit to Milliways, truly - and he has an actual broom to show now. Not just a toy that's been experiment on, but an actual broom, carved from his very own wand!
A broom someone could fly on, even.
If they're willing to risk the experimental magic on it.
Scorpius would, of course, but he's not quite to the test-flying stage just yet. With it floating above him, he's currently carving neat designs into the underside of the handle with a wand and a bit of magic. Because when he gets about to flying on it, it should look good too?
As he works, being in a rather cheery mood and unaware of any nightmarish happenings that have been going on in Milliways, he's humming some Muggle song* that came on the stereo and got stuck in his head.
[*YouTube Warning. Click at your own risk.
Open until forever?]
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Oct. 12th, 2012 08:41 pmnotefulMeg asked Bar for a mug of apple cider this evening and got a small velvet bag and a note delivered with it.
So, several minutes later, there is one pleased-looking Meg Ford a table, sorting through the contents of the bag while she waits for the cider to cool enough to drink.
Completely botherable.
So, several minutes later, there is one pleased-looking Meg Ford a table, sorting through the contents of the bag while she waits for the cider to cool enough to drink.
Completely botherable.
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Oct. 9th, 2012 09:13 ammakesthingsSam was sorting through his projects at home and found the earrings and pendants that he'd made from the golden branch for Meg and cursed. He truly thought he'd dropped those off for her and quickly finds a nice velvet bag to tuck them into and his workshop door leads to the Bar.
Its cold and feels odd in Milliways, but he doesn't have time to worry about that as he has some work at home he needs to do. He writes out a note that he gives to Bar and drops off the jewelery before turning back around and leaving.
( To Meg Ford )
(OOC: Not an EP, just dropping off a completed project.)
Its cold and feels odd in Milliways, but he doesn't have time to worry about that as he has some work at home he needs to do. He writes out a note that he gives to Bar and drops off the jewelery before turning back around and leaving.
( To Meg Ford )
(OOC: Not an EP, just dropping off a completed project.)
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Sep. 29th, 2012 08:28 pmnerves_of_iceHe's under the same orders as the rest of the Howling Commandos - rest, regroup, plan, prepare. Bucky spends the first part of the evening doing just that, but once his weapons are cleaned and put away, and he's been through three (or four, or five) rousing rounds with the others down at the pub that's rapidly becoming everyone's favorite, Bucky finds that there's still one or two other things on his mind.
He slaps Dum Dum on the back as he gets to his feet, trades a few good-natured insults with the others, and makes his exit.
It's only after he vanishes out of sight into the corner room that he takes the side door into Milliways.
His first stop is the bar. Bucky takes a sealed envelope from inside his jacket, sets it on the wood, and asks,
"Can you deliver this to a guy for me, next time he comes in? Name's Doyle - tallish, dark, wears an eyepatch--"
Evidently that's enough, for the note vanishes. Bucky grins, and takes a seat on the barstool.
"Thanks. Now, can I get a pint?"
A glass appears, and his tired smile broadens.
"Thanks, again."
[ooc: slowtime now declared to be in effect as of 11:30 pm local/Mountain time - thanks!]
He slaps Dum Dum on the back as he gets to his feet, trades a few good-natured insults with the others, and makes his exit.
It's only after he vanishes out of sight into the corner room that he takes the side door into Milliways.
His first stop is the bar. Bucky takes a sealed envelope from inside his jacket, sets it on the wood, and asks,
"Can you deliver this to a guy for me, next time he comes in? Name's Doyle - tallish, dark, wears an eyepatch--"
Evidently that's enough, for the note vanishes. Bucky grins, and takes a seat on the barstool.
"Thanks. Now, can I get a pint?"
A glass appears, and his tired smile broadens.
"Thanks, again."
[ooc: slowtime now declared to be in effect as of 11:30 pm local/Mountain time - thanks!]
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Sep. 29th, 2012 07:59 pmsees_them_too[OOM: They had run off to London on a rescue mission and had walked into an attack instead.]
A few hours ago when Luna—scuffed, scratched, tired, and in dirty clothes—had wandered into the bar, she had, uncharacteristically, not paid any attention to anyone. Instead she’d gone straight to the nearest comfortable looking couch, laid down, and (in spite of feeling like she’d never wind down enough to sleep ever again) had nodded off in a matter of moments, wand still clutched tightly in her hand.
Now there’s a bit of movement from that couch, accompanied by an unhappy sounding noise.
The noise has come from Luna herself, and was quite inadvertent. She had just been trying to sit up only to find that, while her body had been hurting before, it’s now really hurting and stiff and all but admonishing, Why would you ask us to do that? Have you not paid attention to what we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours? Back down with you.
Luna lays still for a moment, catching her breath, and then raises her wand enough to point it at another nearby couch that she can see out of the corner of her eye.
“Accio pillow.”
The pillow obediently flies over and Luna starts to carefully work it behind her shoulders.
This ‘getting up’ business looks like it will best be accomplished in stages.
A few hours ago when Luna—scuffed, scratched, tired, and in dirty clothes—had wandered into the bar, she had, uncharacteristically, not paid any attention to anyone. Instead she’d gone straight to the nearest comfortable looking couch, laid down, and (in spite of feeling like she’d never wind down enough to sleep ever again) had nodded off in a matter of moments, wand still clutched tightly in her hand.
Now there’s a bit of movement from that couch, accompanied by an unhappy sounding noise.
The noise has come from Luna herself, and was quite inadvertent. She had just been trying to sit up only to find that, while her body had been hurting before, it’s now really hurting and stiff and all but admonishing, Why would you ask us to do that? Have you not paid attention to what we’ve been through in the last twenty-four hours? Back down with you.
Luna lays still for a moment, catching her breath, and then raises her wand enough to point it at another nearby couch that she can see out of the corner of her eye.
“Accio pillow.”
The pillow obediently flies over and Luna starts to carefully work it behind her shoulders.
This ‘getting up’ business looks like it will best be accomplished in stages.
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Sep. 26th, 2012 08:03 pmnotefulThe thing is, she knows he was trying to be helpful.
Which is why Meg has left the yarn Alain rewound for her in the ball that he wound it into.
Even though she had already wound the yarn into the ball she wanted.
And even though he did it wrong, and it's wound too tightly and that's not good for the yarn, and she's pretty sure some of these knots weren't in it when she wound it the first time, and the whole thing is now that much harder to work with.
Because he was trying to be helpful and thoughtful and nice, and do something for her that she had mentioned (five days earlier) needing to do.
Which is something she reminds herself of again as it gets away from her and goes rolling halfway across the bar, leaving a line of deep brown yarn (and a couple of annoyed waitrats) trailing along as it goes.
Darn it.
Which is why Meg has left the yarn Alain rewound for her in the ball that he wound it into.
Even though she had already wound the yarn into the ball she wanted.
And even though he did it wrong, and it's wound too tightly and that's not good for the yarn, and she's pretty sure some of these knots weren't in it when she wound it the first time, and the whole thing is now that much harder to work with.
Because he was trying to be helpful and thoughtful and nice, and do something for her that she had mentioned (five days earlier) needing to do.
Which is something she reminds herself of again as it gets away from her and goes rolling halfway across the bar, leaving a line of deep brown yarn (and a couple of annoyed waitrats) trailing along as it goes.
Darn it.
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Sep. 26th, 2012 07:09 pmcutting_edgex23X slips in through the front door, laptop in hand.
She pauses to attach her Security badge to her belt, then settles at a corner booth, flipping open the laptop and getting to work.
There are rumors of a Facility outpost in the southwest, maybe New Mexico, maybe Arizona. That is a lot of ground to cover, however, so X is attempting to narrow down the possibilities.
Then there will be a road trip. Kind of.
In the meantime -- a Security shift, dinner, and reading a note from Alanna. In that order.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls!]
She pauses to attach her Security badge to her belt, then settles at a corner booth, flipping open the laptop and getting to work.
There are rumors of a Facility outpost in the southwest, maybe New Mexico, maybe Arizona. That is a lot of ground to cover, however, so X is attempting to narrow down the possibilities.
Then there will be a road trip. Kind of.
In the meantime -- a Security shift, dinner, and reading a note from Alanna. In that order.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls!]
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Aug. 17th, 2012 10:54 pmmakesthingsTonight there was a State Dinner that seemed to drag on forever and Sam was glad to find a door to Milliways instead of his room. He's still in his Wallmaker's surcoat, though its a little rumpled at this point in the night.
Since he's been looking for a door, he has a recently finished commission in his pocket and drops a velvet bag on the counter as he writes a note.
( For Ava )
After the note and necklace disappear, he looks around the Bar to see if he sees anyone he knows. His days keep feeling full and he keeps hoping that perhaps he'll see Nick here as he's still living in Ancelstierre or that there might be another letter from Kait.
(OOC: As with the Tumnus' EP, open until I say its not. I have a little time before my next round of stuff and miss RP.)
Since he's been looking for a door, he has a recently finished commission in his pocket and drops a velvet bag on the counter as he writes a note.
( For Ava )
After the note and necklace disappear, he looks around the Bar to see if he sees anyone he knows. His days keep feeling full and he keeps hoping that perhaps he'll see Nick here as he's still living in Ancelstierre or that there might be another letter from Kait.
(OOC: As with the Tumnus' EP, open until I say its not. I have a little time before my next round of stuff and miss RP.)
