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'...waste of space.'

...oh.

Shit. He was looking forward to giving that twat a good kicking. Well. Continuing the good kicking, anyway. Still, a pit stop for a swift pint isn't going to hurt and it's not like that prat's going anywhere.

Really, apart from the dead body, this is a very good day. He does so like investigations that are going to be easy but still allow for plenty of people to get beaten up. Result.

[Violent but happy!tag: Gene Hunt]
[Fanged!tag: Lady Margolotta]

[OOC: OK, you gorgeous people. It's 3am and time to call it a night. I don't have to go home but I can't stay here. So I'll catch ya all tomorrow and thanks for great threads! :D!]

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

After a near run-in with some celltime earlier during Happy Hour, Han has found himself in need of cooling off and allowing his temper to settle down before he thinks about heading back out his door.

Which is why he can be found at a table away from the bar, with a glass of Woodford and a box of tools, a variety of mechanical odds and ends scattered all over the surface. He's got a pair of welding goggles perched on his head but he's currently filing a piece of steel down with a tiny grinder.

There might be sparks involved.

It's the theme of the evening, apparently.

OOC: BEDTIME. Slows and new tags will be picked up come morning.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

The door opens to organized chaos on the other side - shouts, mechanical clanks and whirrs, the sounds of engines revving, the chatter of multiple voices in multiple languages.

And one slightly accented voice calls out louder than them all, being closer to the door.

"... And make sure you check my aft stabilizer, it went a bit wonky on that last run."

And then Wedge ducks into the bar, in the bright orange flightsuit of an Alliance pilot, various battletags decorating the sleeves, and he smiles.

A good glass of whiskey is just the way to end the day.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

All he wants is a hot shower, some sort of food, and his bunk. In that order.

Instead, he gets a bar where his quarters should be.

...

Maybe the shower can be put on hold - there's better food here than back at base. Surely no one will mind if he smells a bit smokey.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Why did the Corellian pilot sit down at a booth and start emptying out his flight suit?

Dunno. Why don'tcha ask him?

aimedforthemoon

To be fair, there is nothing fundamentally wrong with X-wings; they are perfectly useful, adaptable starfighters. And, to be logical, Flight Officer Yazycova knows that she really does need to learn how to fly them.

It's just that today*, she's in a bad mood and thus comes walking into Bar muttering darkly under her breath about trying to fly a submarine.

(In Russian, fortunately - military pilots have never been people to mind their language.)

The flying manual gets dumped onto the Bar with slightly more force than necessary (there is a pause and an apology) and the tiny pilot scans the bar briefly for something - someone - else to pay attention to.

*a day that is after the yet-to-be-posted Battle of Endor, thanks to the joys of millitime.

ooc: and I love you all dearly, but I have to call slowtime as my brain is fading <3

tiny!tag: billy kaplan, ellen park (vault 101 dweller), teddy altman, the russian astronaut

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Life as a snubfighter pilot is exciting. No really, it's deeply exciting and busy and...

And occasionally your immune system goes on vacation after all of the stress of staying alive. Goes on vacation... without you.

So when Wedge Antilles comes in tonight, he really and truly looks like hell.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

You break it apart, you clean the pieces to perfection, you put it back together.

He does it because he wants to survive this war.

He does it because he's done it before every mission.

He does it because it keeps him from thinking about other things.

Break it apart, clean, put it back together.

Blaster cleaning is meditation for pilots that might otherwise give in to nerves.

Of course, if someone wanted to chat, that'd be distracting too.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

There is a Corellian in the bar. Specifically, he's sitting in a booth looking over charts and blueprints, but also building what appears to be some sort of electrical component, with bits and pieces that are laid out on the table. The caf he was drinking has long gone cold, and he doesn't really seem to care.

He's much more focused on the wires and metal he's assembling into what looks like a detonator assembly for an explosive charge. Because it's completely normal for patrons to assemble various weaponry and such in the general bar area, he doesn't care what anyone thinks. Han wouldn't likely give a damn anyway.

There's a brief pause, where he remembers something and has a waitrat take a note to the bar.

( For Ben Wade. )

He is entirely botherable.

ooc: Sooo. I failed with some car keys threads. If Hey Arnold or Johnny Smith want to tag in still, I am good for that. Much apologies for this taking forever. Anyone is welcome to tag. EDIT: 5:45 PM - might have sporadic slowness awhile.

firstcptjack.livejournal.com

This is Jack Harkness.

(The other one.)

He's a big American of the mid-20th century, who currently is a little sunburned and calloused from working outdoors. He's drinking a beer and reading, his feet up on a chair.

[Carkeys bait for Claire Bennet and Wedge Antilles. Open until Jack's next EP.]

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Wedge Antilles is not drunk. To be drunk, first he'd have to not be Corellian. They don't get drunk. Because...

...

Because they are awesome.

Listen, you don't have to like the logic for it to be true.

Or so thinks the man who's making his somewhat unsteady way to the couch. It's the first day of his first vacation in ages, and he's celebrating.

But defintely, assuredly, not drunk.

Possibly singing though.

Smashball fight songs are cool.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

He isn't a sniper. He wasn't trained as one, he isn't particularly skilled at it... but his squadron includes snipers. His squadron is often called upon to use snipers. It is forseeable that, one day, he might be called upon to perform as a sniper, as much as he hates the idea, and thus...

He's out back, laying flat on a rock, quietly sighting through his scopes, at a target placed across the lake. Yeah. That dot. Waaaay over there.

He'll count it good if he gets within four feet. It'll be an improvement.

sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com

Xaldin is outside the bar exploring the limits of the atmosphere. He's still not happy with the way that the air here works but since Xigbar isn't ready to return to the World That Never Was Xaldin isn't ready to leave either.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Some days it is good to be the (almost) boss. Imp butt gets kicked, a few more planets are freed, people actually shut up and listen when you talk - good times.

Some days it is horrible to be the (almost) boss. Pilots die, missions get scrapped, and someone's glued your helmet blast shield down.

Some days...

Some days all he wants is a re-take.

Like today.

Sadly, the universe doesn't give re-takes.

That's why there's a Corellian running full-tilt into the bar, yelling at the top of his lung a strange mix of something that sounds like English and something that really doesn't, being chased by three determined targeting drone droids. Figures he should have taken his blaster to the gym.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Alliance (sorry, New Republic, some day he assumes he'll think of them by their more proper title) pilot jumpsuits are amazing things. He can carry two pistols, an extra couple power packs for each pistol (apiece), some energy bars, some Aldaaranian (obviously, fake) chocolate he liberated from the stores, his datapad, his ID and credcards, and whatever he needs to confiscate from Hobbie and Wes throughout the day in them without running out of room or clanking when he walks.

Now, this new computer game he took from Wes when there was a blatant failure to listen up in a post-mission debriefing is an engaging little thing. Maybe if he'd been paying attention to where he was going and not how close he was to a new score, he wouldn't have hit that table.

Oh well. He's only human, right?

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

Someone is whistling very cheerfully. It's an old tune, reported to be a favorite amongst Corellian pirates, but really more of a 'we're all really drunk now so let's sing something loud with easy words' song.

It also drives certain members of the Alliance Navy half out of their skulls.

This would be why Wedge is whistling it. If they are going to see fit to 'accidentally' stow his squadron's ships way in the back of the hanger bay behind the larger shuttles, then vengeance is rightfully his.

...

And now there is a tapcafe in his quarters.

This day is definitely looking up.

little-miss-sue.livejournal.com

Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm...

[lyrics by KT Tunstall, "Suddenly I See"]

Sue in a bar!

~~[mun at lunch meeting thing: back in 2 hours]~~ [lunch meeting thing ran late and then work was evil: SO SORRY! but back now!]

taoist-gb.livejournal.com

((See here.))

It isn't easy to have the apprentices that Master Kau has. If one of them isn't playing jokes the other one is making social blunders that embarrass him in front of clients and potential clients. The fact that they also chased his guest off two days early did not in the slightest help his mood.

The door to the temple opening to a bar did manage to change the annoyance to complete confusion, for what that's worth.

smart-house.livejournal.com

The lights are on, but nobody's home.

Not yet, anyway -- Doctor Fargo has yet to find a suitable resident for his latest project, finally coming to fruition after months of research and programming.

"S.A.R.A.H., door," Doctor Fargo asked calmly to nobody in particular in the empty living room. Perhaps he was speaking to the stern angular sofas.

"You're leaving, Doctor Fargo?"

"Only until tomorrow. Good night, S.A.R.A.H." The door whooshed shut, airtight.

"Good night, Doctor Fargo."

Her timing was still off.

Now, with the door whooshing open again, and SARAH's external sensors not yet operational, she can't see whether Doctor Fargo's back or not.

But her internal clock doesn't say it's tomorrow yet.

[ooc: Please please please check out the the backroom post. Also, handy link to layout here. ETA: Now in slowtime.]

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a short, lean, rather messy-haired man in a blindingly orange jumpsuit saunters in, whistling.

(It's the fight song for his beloved Dreadnaughts)

Or, at least, he was whistling, until he realizes this is not his temporary quarters on Mrlsst, this is...

A tapcafe?

Wedge Antilles - snubfighter pilot, squadron leader, and sometime negotiator with very confused officials - is a very, very confused man right now.

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

(OOM: Up in a certain base that wasn't supposed to be there, someone learned the dangers of ranting, and evidently on Mrlsst students aren't too judgmental of their professors. Someone has a very, very bad day due to unpopularity, but someone else has a very good day indeed.

And because we wanted to? Have a blooper reel.)

(Scenes and dialog based off of Star Wars: X-Wing: The Phantom Affair)

incorsecsdreams.livejournal.com

[OOM: The good guys arrive at Falken's lab and many things are revealed including, but not limited to, the fact that things are not as they seem (*gasp*) and that more people are crazy than you might have thought at first. There is a very tense cliff hanger ending.

Okay, cliff hanger is over. There are also some explosions. More explosions.

Plot and dialog liberated from the pages of Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair with the judicious use of a sledge hammer. Some breakage may have occurred in shipping.]

twostandingby

[OOM: One group of Rogues takes to the trees, while Wedge Antilles cools his heels on the ground. But the situation only gets weirder from here.

Adapted from Dark Horse Comics' Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair.]

rogue-wraith.livejournal.com

(OOM: It is once again proven that Wedge really isn't much of a diplomat, mostly because he has a history with the opposing negotiator.
Back at the hospital, visiting hours are not enforced.)

(Scenes and dialogue adapted from Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair)

incorsecsdreams.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometimes things don't go as planned. But that's not always a bad thing really. Sometimes that means you run into old friends, or have a lively, yet civil, political debate, and then enjoy a bit of much-needed R&R.

(Scenes and dialogue adapted from Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair, sometimes called "that series with too many colons")