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[16 Dec 2009|08:10am] |
Working from home today.
Do you do New Year's Resolutions? Does your pup? Will you/they be doing any this year?
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[16 Dec 2009|04:48pm] |
[OOM: Sativa: Amateur veterinarian
On the farm
Under the farm]
Arroyo's Chosen One is in a pretty good mood today, despite the bad ankle hampering her mobility. Two communities united, a lost child reunited with his parents, a missing person not so missing after all (tentatively) and a new weapon and jacket to reward her efforts. Not too bad.
Sure, her companions ended up doing a lot of the legwork, but not without vital delegation on her part.
Sativa hobbles up to a stool at the bar. Thinking of what to order, she decides, "Surprise me."
A glass of eggnog materializes. She taps the glass with her finger, making the suspicious white liquid slosh about inside. "...Okay, I'm surprised."
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[15 Dec 2009|06:28pm] |
Happy Hour is up, hosted by your not-so-friendly local Dragoon.
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| Bartending |
[15 Dec 2009|06:25pm] |
Kain arrives more normally this time than last - through the door, rather than the sky outside - but is no less surprised. Much of that has to do with the note Bar gives him as he starts to walk past. After a brief period of discussion he sighs, leaps over the counter, and quickly writes up a few specials.
Then he turns to face the room. Are you brave enough to order from someone with such an intimidating helmet?
[tiny tag of displeased serving: Kain Highwind]
[OOC: Expect some slowtime, as I have yet to eat dinner.]
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[15 Dec 2009|07:58pm] |
[OOM: Montreal in December, perhaps, an unexpected setting for a thaw in relations. Maybe the hot chocolate helped.]
[tiny tag: Dave Martyniuk]
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[15 Dec 2009|11:14pm] |
There's no Life Support this week because it merges into the upcoming party. Guppy comes in to put up the poster.
Life Support Christmas, Hannukah, Hogswatch, Insert-Your-Holiday-Here Party
25th December, Main Bar
All are welcome! Free lunch and drinks, followed by usual-style Life Support session (no obligation to come to this if you just want lunch!).
No sign up or previous attendance at Life Support required, but if you would like a lunch other than Christmas lunch or have special dietary requirements please let us know if you can.
- Life Support Team
With that done, he settles at the bar with a glass of orange juice, in case anyone has questions.
[ooc: Post will be up around the Christmas period for anyone who wants company over the festive period, or free lunch, or is missing home, etc :)]
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| Entry Post (Sort Of) |
[15 Dec 2009|01:02pm] |
There's a man on the staircase from the rooms. He hasn't been down in a while, and indeed may have forgotten that there was a downstairs, so forgive him for looking a bit lost.
He also appears to have been exploring, although it's anyone's guess what there is to explore upstairs. He's wearing a trenchcoat with most of the sleeves ripped off and the hem tattered, revealing scaled arms and furred legs.
After a moment, he nods. "Oh, ayuh. Iy remember this place. Good ter be back, relly."
Then he wanders over to the bar. He's missed alcohol.
(OOC: Feel free to welcome him back. Or stare. Whichever.
(Terrible Tiny Tag: Wilbur Whateley)
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[15 Dec 2009|01:48pm] |
Two weeks ago, Agent Nielsen stumbled upon Fixture #768898D, a door leading to a pan-dimensional nexus that the locals referred to as 'Milliways.' He was unable to study this phenomenon in any depth at the time, but promised himself that he would return later with proper equipment.
Well, it's later. Granted, it's a bit more 'later' than he would have liked, but there was a string of mysterious deaths in Madagascar and then a haunted hotel in Pittsburgh and--well, you know how it goes, right? The point is, Artie's here now. And he's got his black bag with him.
Time to get to work.
[tinytag: Arthur "Artie" Nielsen, Artemus Gordon]
[eta: Sorry, guys, but I'm feeling a bad head cold coming on so I'm gonna turn in early tonight. Will try to tag back on the morrow.]
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[15 Dec 2009|02:53pm] |
Sam went home, just to make sure he could, after getting something like an introduction to Milliways.
That having worked successfully, he's back for another go at taking in the place. It seems rather interesting, so far, and he's sure he can take care of himself against most of the potential dangers the place has to offer.
The best way to do that, as it is anywhere else, is people-watching.
[tiny!tag: Sam]
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[15 Dec 2009|08:54am] |
Bar is occasionally weird about time even within her precincts. Some people go into the bathroom, or upstairs, and get stuck there for ages on end from one side's perspective- but only a few moments from their own.
In Ray's case, it's been about a day since he started feeling unwell and went upstairs to take a nap. He's spent that day in bed trying to:
a) drink lots of fluids
b) blow his nose enough
c) get over the sudden and powerful urge to call himself 'Megatron' and start building some kind of bizarre device to extract energy from the world's housecats or something similar
d) bring his fever down a couple of notches without resorting to painkillers.
It hasn't worked so good, so he's downstairs in search of OTC painkillers and some tissues that won't take off much more skin from his nose. Fair warning, the man's still infectious.
[OOC: yeah, he's still an IMDB Flu vector, for those who're interested.]
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| Daily Entertainment. |
[15 Dec 2009|08:46am] |
The Doctor is IN.
Come now, tell Dr. Sparkles your problems! Physical, emotional or mental!
[OOC: Random advice column DE today. Play with either muns or pups.]
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[15 Dec 2009|03:42am] |
"AAAAAAAAAAA!"
Here's a question for you. A conundrum, even.
Does it count as violence in the bar if you are in the bar but your enemy isn't?
BLU Scout is jogging backwards through the door, shooting round after round from his scatter gun off into whatever battle he's coming out of and yelling out of either anger of fear (hard to tell) before he kicks the door shut on the chaos he left behind.
Okay, that's over.
Ew, gore.
Not his, at least.
We'll just wipe that off. Yeah, no one will notice.
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[15 Dec 2009|11:35am] |
Milliways is up one vampire Slayer, wandering in from the staff wing with her nose buried in a book.
No, this is not as rare a circumstance as you might believe: the book in question is a Watcher's Diary from the 18th Century, and the history of Vampire Slayers happens to be Mel's very personal area of dorkery.
Without once looking up from her book, she swings by Bar, picks up a pint of nog and a plate of fried paradoxes and finds her way to a table in the middle of the bar.
And there she remains.
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[15 Dec 2009|12:55am] |
Out of Milliways:
Andrew makes a phone call.
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[14 Dec 2009|09:42pm] |
Perhaps a change of pace is in order. The Massive Wanker Damien has been breathing down his neck for some fresh material, and working from home has suddenly become Tim's idea of a nightmare. He's been told no more mutants, no more aliens, and no more superheroes. Damien's expecting something a little less cliché on his desk by tomorrow, but unfortunately, the things Damien finds cliché are exactly the sorts of things Tim rather enjoys. So, with his black sketchbook and a drafting pencil, Tim's sat right in the middle of the bar, drawing anyone that happens to look interesting. |
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[14 Dec 2009|08:35pm] |
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Enter Alyx Vance.
She's looking very subdued at the moment, and has a moderately-sized stack of papers under one arm.
"Bar? I need a map of North American rail lines in my world, circa 2001. The biggest one you can get me."
She takes the folded paper that materializes and heads for the biggest table in the Bar. Vance Prime has work to do.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]
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| More Secret Santa Icon Stuff |
[14 Dec 2009|10:08pm] |
Wanted to post a quick note to let everyone who signed up for the exchange know that your assignments should be in your inboxes. If you don't seem to have an assignment or any other issues arise, please let me know!
Tah!
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[14 Dec 2009|09:01pm] |
Jane had gone home and worried that her mother or Cassandra would wonder about the bandage on her neck but Dr. Cullen did a good job and no one noticed.
Though she found her dreams were slightly richer as if there was something strange and full of passion inside her. She would wake up and try to write them but they slipped from her hand like the morning fog.
When a door to Milliways appeared, she at first hesitated but then went through to order a pot of tea and keep trying to write what she could not quite grasp.
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