Spring Is In The Air
Mar. 20th, 2009 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hell_in_highheelsRiver finds herself a place at the bar proper, a Guinness at her elbow and a good book under her hands, something light and entertaining. The Comedies of Agrillanos (Earth, circa 4100) are just the thing to counteract too much research. That and a good view of the dart boards. She loves watching a heated game of cricket.
Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail and there is still a hint of dampness at her temples. Her cheeks are a touch flush, and she looks supremely contented with life. Richard has gone for a run, trying to burn off some more energy. She's perfectly happy to read and relax until he gets back.
[ ooc: open till it scrolls with periodic slow. happy spring! ]
Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail and there is still a hint of dampness at her temples. Her cheeks are a touch flush, and she looks supremely contented with life. Richard has gone for a run, trying to burn off some more energy. She's perfectly happy to read and relax until he gets back.
[ ooc: open till it scrolls with periodic slow. happy spring! ]
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Oct. 13th, 2008 06:49 pmvance_prime[Millitimed to yesterday: Alyx pays a visit to the Wells household and does a few odd jobs.]
We hope you weren't looking to sit at that one extremely well-lit table right in the middle of the room. It's currently covered with papers, on which a shabbily dressed Afro-Asian woman is scribbling furiously. Her handwriting and drafting skills leave something to be desired, but anyone who bothers to look at them will find sketches of cameras, electrical diagrams, and a floor plan with a house and various outbuildings.
Dare you ask what she's working on?
[tiptoe through the tinytags with me: Alyx Vance, Darryl "Mother" Roscow, Jennifer Sanders]
We hope you weren't looking to sit at that one extremely well-lit table right in the middle of the room. It's currently covered with papers, on which a shabbily dressed Afro-Asian woman is scribbling furiously. Her handwriting and drafting skills leave something to be desired, but anyone who bothers to look at them will find sketches of cameras, electrical diagrams, and a floor plan with a house and various outbuildings.
Dare you ask what she's working on?
[tiptoe through the tinytags with me: Alyx Vance, Darryl "Mother" Roscow, Jennifer Sanders]
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Oct. 12th, 2008 10:30 amvance_primeA conversation she had last week has brought Alyx to a disturbing realization: she's got two months' worth of purchases on her bar tab and no way of paying it off. Time to do something about that.
When she comes downstairs today, Alyx tacks a sign up on the bulletin board:
Bound Patron Seeking Work
Skills include:
building & repairing mechanical & electronic devices
programming
hacking
skilled with firearms
Fees negotiable. All proceeds will go toward paying off my tab.
Contact Alyx Vance via the Bar.
A similar sign, minus the final line, is propped up on the table where she's eating breakfast.
[tinytag: Alyx Vance]
When she comes downstairs today, Alyx tacks a sign up on the bulletin board:
Skills include:
building & repairing mechanical & electronic devices
programming
hacking
skilled with firearms
Fees negotiable. All proceeds will go toward paying off my tab.
Contact Alyx Vance via the Bar.
A similar sign, minus the final line, is propped up on the table where she's eating breakfast.
[tinytag: Alyx Vance]
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Sep. 26th, 2008 10:03 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
milkbonesoldier.livejournal.comBrichester's on Wells' travel roster for the next week, so he's been getting things in order at the Academy as best he can for a temporary step-out. The process is nervewracking at best. Calming down after a week's worth of pushing the girls extra hard without snapping anybody's something that requires either shooting time or hammers and anvils, so he's been in Etna; he's still got the passport from Hephaestos, after all. It's helped.
He's armed at the moment. He'll be going out to shoot later. For the moment he's getting a cup of tea, because he could really use one.
He's armed at the moment. He'll be going out to shoot later. For the moment he's getting a cup of tea, because he could really use one.
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Aug. 25th, 2008 07:31 pmvance_primeYesterday, someone offered Alyx a suggestion that she intends to put to good use.
She walks up to the Bar and drops a note on its surface.
( for Sergeant Wells )
She then returns to her table with the Lego robot and the half-assembled laptop computer.
[the incredible shrinking tag: Alyx Vance]
She walks up to the Bar and drops a note on its surface.
( for Sergeant Wells )
She then returns to her table with the Lego robot and the half-assembled laptop computer.
[the incredible shrinking tag: Alyx Vance]
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Aug. 20th, 2008 10:00 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comEven with the full moon still practically visible in the rear-view mirror, Wells felt like he had to get away from the farm and the school today. The Bar seemed like a viable alternative- open space without having to deal with the smell of his own goats- right up until he opened the back door.
"What the fucking hell?"
(We're sorry. It's Wells. He's like that.)
"What the fucking hell?"
(We're sorry. It's Wells. He's like that.)
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Jul. 30th, 2008 10:56 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comHarry Wells got a postcard today, which surprised him a little. The sender surprised him a bit more.
The thought that his father and mother are going on a round-the-world cruise now that the family's settled in and things are going along relatively quietly and smoothly somehow just doesn't line up with his mental image of his dad. And 'quiet and smooth' has nothing in the world at all to do with his current employment state, as he's getting the next few slayers ready for testing. But, hey, at least someone's on vacation.
He's still got the postcard with him as he heads into the Bar in search of an after-work drink.
The thought that his father and mother are going on a round-the-world cruise now that the family's settled in and things are going along relatively quietly and smoothly somehow just doesn't line up with his mental image of his dad. And 'quiet and smooth' has nothing in the world at all to do with his current employment state, as he's getting the next few slayers ready for testing. But, hey, at least someone's on vacation.
He's still got the postcard with him as he heads into the Bar in search of an after-work drink.
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Jul. 22nd, 2008 11:20 amprinceinexile[OOM: Before the door opens, Zuko endures some sleepless nights. Hinted spoilers for 3.6; The Avatar and the Fire Lord.]
It is a mussy-haired, shadow-eyed Zuko that comes through the door with a duffle bag over one shoulder. He pauses briefly in the doorway for a near jaw-cracking yawn, before he lets the door shut behind him.
Bar seems to anticipate his desire -- a hearty breakfast and coffee is provided before he even gets over to her to ask for it. "Thanks. Though the door vanishing was a dirty trick, you know."
She doesn't give an answer for that -- after all, it's not her fault. He doesn't argue it; he takes his plate to a booth, and begins to eat. He may be tired, but his stomach overrides his need for rest. Food first. Maybe nap later.
[Tiny Tag That Could: Dinah Lance]
It is a mussy-haired, shadow-eyed Zuko that comes through the door with a duffle bag over one shoulder. He pauses briefly in the doorway for a near jaw-cracking yawn, before he lets the door shut behind him.
Bar seems to anticipate his desire -- a hearty breakfast and coffee is provided before he even gets over to her to ask for it. "Thanks. Though the door vanishing was a dirty trick, you know."
She doesn't give an answer for that -- after all, it's not her fault. He doesn't argue it; he takes his plate to a booth, and begins to eat. He may be tired, but his stomach overrides his need for rest. Food first. Maybe nap later.
[Tiny Tag That Could: Dinah Lance]
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Jul. 22nd, 2008 10:10 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comIt's going to be testing time for the girls soon; Wells reckons there's at least four or five of 'em who're ready for it, maybe more. They're coming along nicely, this lot. 'course, after what happened with the Scythe last year that's no real surprise- they've got more motive now than they did before. Time to get busy for real...
... only not just yet, 'cos Wells isn't really looking forward to the boot to the face at the moment, so he's taking a bit of a break from the Slayer Academy at the Bar instead and looking around for anyone he knows.
... only not just yet, 'cos Wells isn't really looking forward to the boot to the face at the moment, so he's taking a bit of a break from the Slayer Academy at the Bar instead and looking around for anyone he knows.
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Jun. 24th, 2008 11:27 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells has been busy with the girls since getting back from the full moon on the farm. Just because it's the height of summer is no reason to let anybody slack off, and with the hints he's been getting out of old newspaper clippings and magazine articles from Brichester, he's had more reason to worry about the girls being up to snuff. On the other hand, the drill-work's been pretty nerve-wracking what with midsummer heat and all, and one can only spend so long in the forge on the farm trying to calm down...
Thus, there is one retired soldier in the Bar, attempting to organize all the information he's got about Brichester to date. Whether his cousin sees it or no, Wells wants all this stuff in order before deciding whether or not to act. (Sod the Council, he'll tell them about the decision once he's made it.)
Thus, there is one retired soldier in the Bar, attempting to organize all the information he's got about Brichester to date. Whether his cousin sees it or no, Wells wants all this stuff in order before deciding whether or not to act. (Sod the Council, he'll tell them about the decision once he's made it.)
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Jun. 24th, 2008 11:23 amdean-o-dell.livejournal.comCyrus once again works the heavy bag under the warm June sun. He's gotten used to his new face but not the boxer's body. Not to the stamina, not to the relative speed. It's like getting a new car. The principles are the same as with the old, but there subtle differences. Only moreso.
Hitting the bag a few times this way and few times that way lets him get more adept at understanding his body. It's also fun and oddly relaxing.
[ooc: slowtime for work likely]
Hitting the bag a few times this way and few times that way lets him get more adept at understanding his body. It's also fun and oddly relaxing.
[ooc: slowtime for work likely]
Jack was feeling a little... odd.
Jun. 16th, 2008 11:23 amalittle-priest.livejournal.comHe was a young man, and so while the thought of sore joints was not unheard of, it was somewhat odd as he'd not exerted himself much yesterday. He'd spent the last couple of days up in his room, scurrying down only as long as it took to shovel more food than he was used to down his gullet before returning. With him were a number of different books, about ghosts, about werewolves, discussions of the dead:
Research.
But along with being faintly aching, his legs itched... to leave his little den. To be amongst others. People. And so this morning, he was down in the bar; he sat in a darker corner with his back to the wall as he enjoyed a rather ridiculously sized breakfast that was almost entirely composed of meat (90% at least and most of the other 10% was tea).
[tinytag: jack priest]
Research.
But along with being faintly aching, his legs itched... to leave his little den. To be amongst others. People. And so this morning, he was down in the bar; he sat in a darker corner with his back to the wall as he enjoyed a rather ridiculously sized breakfast that was almost entirely composed of meat (90% at least and most of the other 10% was tea).
[tinytag: jack priest]
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May. 29th, 2008 01:05 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.com[OOM: It's a big day at the Slayers' Academy. For one Slayer in particular, maybe more so than the others. Millitimed to early morning hours of the 28th.]
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May. 28th, 2008 11:22 pmamazongeneral.livejournal.comShe comes in through the door looking pleased to be here.
There were things she had to do. To be taken by the earth and reborn is not a light matter. Besides, even before that, she was poisoned and thrown out a building. So she's spent too long recovering, in a sleep to reknit mind and body, and longer after that making up for what she had to miss.
Which is, "can we talk?" to the survivors, and honoring the dead, and regretting that she wasn't there because she can't help but feel not so many had to die, and, finally, facing a group of Slayers and launching "all right, women. This is an axe. Bear in mind that an overhead swing with a battleaxe can cut a horse in half. This means we're going to be practicing against dummies and solo for quite some time. Hold it here for a powerful swing, closer to the head for a controlled swing, and remember to keep your feet braced. --and never do an overhead swing at someone with a short weapon ready, it gets you stabbed in the gut."
And now she's feeling fairly like herself. Still a little shaken by the power she was so near, still rather awed, but she has work to do. That's always forced her to be the stable one, be the strong one.
--or, for those who won't care: a very tall woman with an axe and funny bracelets just walked into the bar. But she stepped around a support pillar!
There were things she had to do. To be taken by the earth and reborn is not a light matter. Besides, even before that, she was poisoned and thrown out a building. So she's spent too long recovering, in a sleep to reknit mind and body, and longer after that making up for what she had to miss.
Which is, "can we talk?" to the survivors, and honoring the dead, and regretting that she wasn't there because she can't help but feel not so many had to die, and, finally, facing a group of Slayers and launching "all right, women. This is an axe. Bear in mind that an overhead swing with a battleaxe can cut a horse in half. This means we're going to be practicing against dummies and solo for quite some time. Hold it here for a powerful swing, closer to the head for a controlled swing, and remember to keep your feet braced. --and never do an overhead swing at someone with a short weapon ready, it gets you stabbed in the gut."
And now she's feeling fairly like herself. Still a little shaken by the power she was so near, still rather awed, but she has work to do. That's always forced her to be the stable one, be the strong one.
--or, for those who won't care: a very tall woman with an axe and funny bracelets just walked into the bar. But she stepped around a support pillar!
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May. 27th, 2008 10:07 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comIt's been busy as hell at the Wells farm recently, and we won't even go into matters at the Academy. Harry's just glad the home business is settled and he finally got away from the lot of it. He's acquired a book about the history of battleaxes from somewhere and he's taken it to the relative peace of Milliways, where he can read with his booted feet up on the nearest table without incurring worse than the wrath of a few wait-rats and some glares from any Oompa-Loompas that might be hiding in the woodwork.
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May. 13th, 2008 10:00 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comThe Wells household's filling up rapidly with all the necessary preparations for an incipient wedding, and Harry Wells can only take so much of that. His own wedding was a small brief thing in a small old church, and that only because Annie insisted. He'd've been just as happy with the least amount of fuss the law requires, since he's never been a man given to ceremony. Add in the wolf's urge to run from things it doesn't understand or want, and, well...
Harry's here, isn't he?
Harry's here, isn't he?
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Apr. 29th, 2008 09:37 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comHis cousin's bound to be about sooner or later, and then they can make the arrangements to go and get the finished Slayer weapons from Hephaestos. Wells, therefore, is on the lookout for Andrew in Milliways- and trying very hard to ignore the fact that he's got a container of Annie's baklava next to him that's probably large enough to qualify as a small child's bathtub. That's for when they actually get to Etna. One doesn't open gratitude offerings no matter how compelling they smell.
... damned tempting, though.
... damned tempting, though.
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Apr. 24th, 2008 09:30 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comThe full moon's past, so Wells is a little bit less tightly strung than he's been of late- but only a little bit. Some moons linger more than others. He's mostly looking for his cousin today, as they've got some work to retrieve from Etna, but being able to go from the bar to the firing range will doubtless do wonders for his mood.
Feel free to catch him somewhere along the way.
[tinytag: Penance]
Feel free to catch him somewhere along the way.
[tinytag: Penance]
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Apr. 16th, 2008 12:57 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells currently stinks of fire and fuel and something not unlike burning hair. He's been doing farriery today. Olivia, the Percheron from two farms down, needed her feet trimmed and then re-shod, and they're the size of fucking dinner plates. It takes work dealing with a horse that big. The temptation to growl until it goes into submission or flees is something awful.
But now he's here, and he can get a drink and relax. It's all good.
But now he's here, and he can get a drink and relax. It's all good.
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Apr. 8th, 2008 10:20 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells has not had a lot of chance at sleep back home lately, and this is for a very good reason: when you have got dairy goats on your farm, sooner or later you've got to produce baby goats if you're going to have any dairy for the market. Even if you're only keeping them for the full moons, it's still more practical to breed 'em than buy 'em.
Smaller ruminants all over Wells' part of Yorkshire have been dropping their offspring the past few weeks. His? No exception.
"Anything that doesn't smell like a bunch of fucking goats, eh?" he says to the Bar as he drops unceremoniously onto one of the stools. "Thanks."
Smaller ruminants all over Wells' part of Yorkshire have been dropping their offspring the past few weeks. His? No exception.
"Anything that doesn't smell like a bunch of fucking goats, eh?" he says to the Bar as he drops unceremoniously onto one of the stools. "Thanks."
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Apr. 8th, 2008 12:23 amthanksrainmanHe recovers less-than-gracefully, barely avoiding a particularly painful fall on his face. Standing up as straight as the pain in his back will allow, Gus looks over his surroundings, the only thought on his mind being words he can't quite figure out how to vocalize.
There were some crazy bars back in Las Vegas, but nothing like this. This is just.... Well, it definitely isn't Kansas; that's for sure.
Wandering along a row of booths, Gus spots an empty spot. On the floor, under the table, is a badly tattered messenger bag. Frowning to himself, Gus looks over his shoulder before picking up the bag and examining the contents.
[tiny tag: Gus Dickinson]
There were some crazy bars back in Las Vegas, but nothing like this. This is just.... Well, it definitely isn't Kansas; that's for sure.
Wandering along a row of booths, Gus spots an empty spot. On the floor, under the table, is a badly tattered messenger bag. Frowning to himself, Gus looks over his shoulder before picking up the bag and examining the contents.
[tiny tag: Gus Dickinson]
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Apr. 4th, 2008 08:50 pmlissla-lissar.livejournal.comLissar enters the bar with shoes tied to her belt and dogs around her knees. Thighs. Dogs around her, at any rate. The rhinoceros is at home, tucked against her pillow. She is wearing the red-and-white bandanna and shirt shown in her icon, and a pair of comfortable jeans. The obvious intent is to go running, and from the openness of her face she wouldn't mind company.
Saturday Edit: This post open to new tags. Hit me.
Saturday Edit: This post open to new tags. Hit me.
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Apr. 3rd, 2008 09:18 ammilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells had meant to come to the Bar the other day, but Annie cleared her throat and pointed at the calendar. As Wells had no real desire to come down with a bad case of two heartbeats to match what got permanently etched onto his arm in ancient Greece, he opted to stay well away from Milliways for a while. By now he figures the weirdness is probably dying down, so it's mostly safe to try. At least, he hopes it is.
"Oi, Bar?" he says, after ascertaining nobody's any more furry or puppety or gender-weird than usual. "Gimme some tea and a book on the history of Brichester, would you?"
"Oi, Bar?" he says, after ascertaining nobody's any more furry or puppety or gender-weird than usual. "Gimme some tea and a book on the history of Brichester, would you?"
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Apr. 3rd, 2008 08:50 amgotham-knocking.livejournal.comLadies and gentlemen, we give you...Groucho Marx?
Hooray for Captain Spaulding!
The African explorer..
No, wait, it's that reporter
Hooray, hooray, oy vey!
As cunning disguises go, it fails badly. But Knox isn't really taking any of this Assassin Game stuff that seriously. If he gets caught, he gets caught. If he find his target first, all the better. And sometimes...well, sometimes you just need to wear Groucho glasses.
And also carry a seltzer bottle. The old-fashioned kind, with the spritzer, the kind you can't find anymore. Except maybe in a Marx Bros. film.
Come say hi. Say the magic word and win $500.
[ooc: tinytag: Assassin - not plot locked. Slowtime for work likely.]
Hooray for Captain Spaulding!
The African explorer..
No, wait, it's that reporter
Hooray, hooray, oy vey!
As cunning disguises go, it fails badly. But Knox isn't really taking any of this Assassin Game stuff that seriously. If he gets caught, he gets caught. If he find his target first, all the better. And sometimes...well, sometimes you just need to wear Groucho glasses.
And also carry a seltzer bottle. The old-fashioned kind, with the spritzer, the kind you can't find anymore. Except maybe in a Marx Bros. film.
Come say hi. Say the magic word and win $500.
[ooc: tinytag: Assassin - not plot locked. Slowtime for work likely.]
