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[Oct. 4th, 2008|21:50 ] |
Fiyero liked to think that he was taking this place in stride, all things considered. His son was here and considerably older than he remembered the boy being. Furthermore, he had apparently been raised by some sort of Wizard and ... he didn't know how well that sat with him, but Liir had seemed nice enough.
Still, he'd delayed coming downstairs for a day or so before his hunger got the best of him.
That was the reason he was now sitting at the bar, quietly eating a sandwich and a bowl of soup and mostly keeping to himself.
But we all know that you can't be by yourself at the bar for too long. |
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| At the counter... |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|23:20 ] |
In through the door with a stack of paperwork, it's rare that Liir comes in looking as chipper as he seems at the moment. Not despite the paperwork, because of it.
Guess who caught another Dark wizard? |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2008|21:17 ] |
Not-so-tall, dark, scruffy mutant hanging out by the back door. Believe it or not, the cigar isn't actually lit this time. He's... just standing there. |
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| Entry Post & Open: Claire Fisher & Mark Renton - Are now ready, should someone wish to greet them... |
[Sep. 20th, 2008|18:04 ] |
Meanwhile, in a twisted version of Alice's Wonderland, two people are deciding to try to leave...
He didn't know what was going to happen next.
He swallowed, held Claire's hand tightly, and thought of all the things that could go wrong. Mark Renton wasn't a rocket scientist, but he knew they were taking a chance here. He didn't pass his A-Levels and he didn't apply to apprentice for a trade - and he hadn't had a hit of heroin in... How long have they been in this strange fucking place, anyway?
He thought of his Mum and Dad, and how they'd react is he showed up at their door with a pretty, red-haired American girl? And him, clean for weeks now? Would they like Claire?
How could anyone not like her?
He thought of his mates - such as they were - and what they'd think of it all. Would he look different to them? He'd put on a few pounds, or so he thought. He felt better, at any rate, than he has since...
Well, since he went to London, before Tommy's funeral, and was an estate agent for a while. On his own, no one pressing him to take drugs, no one encouraging him to steal, no one trying to get him into trouble. He wouldn't tell them about the hit he'd taken. They never need know about that, the fuckers.
Except for Spud, maybe. He was alright.
Mark looked at Claire's profile and thought: Did any of them miss me? Have I been gone long at all? How is it, in such a short space of time, this wee girl has done so much more than any of them - or the system - to help me? To heal me?
To love me?
And if she ends up in my time, in 1987, will she be happy? And what the hell will she think of my mates, my family? My life? Shite...
"Best foot forward, eh, love?" he whispered to her, took a deep breath, and opened the door. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2008|20:17 ] |
It was awfully easy just to drift off with your own thoughts when you were at a bar where time didn't pass in your world while you were in it. Teddy was asleep upstairs and she had a charm on his room so that the smallest stirring would alert her wand immediately, so she felt terribly secure.
Thus it was that Andromeda Tonks, cup of hot tea in-hand, was staring out the Observation Window very intently. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2008|20:20 ] |
There's a loud crash, something breaking, a 'thump' against a wall or door. Then the bar door slams open with a BANG and a disgruntled gentleman in a rumpled suit falls through the door, landing squarely on his ass with a grunt.
"Dammit!" he growls, pissed off about broken inventory, a broken door and landing on his ass on a hard floor.
He takes a look around and discovers he is not in the room he thought he was in. On the bright side, there isn't someone attempting to pound his face in anymore either.
He touches a hand to his nose and it comes away coated in blood. "Perfect," he snarks to himself. |
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| First Birthday - |
[Aug. 31st, 2008|12:24 ] |
Greyden is one year old today (today being 17 August*) and she's having a party. There are a few streamers on the walls and ceiling in one corner of the bar near the front, some balloons and one table has plates and party hats. There's a cake - marble, since that's what Alex thought would appeal to the largest number of people - and even ice cream.
Later there might be singing and maybe a game or two.
Everyone's invited, so stop by and wish the little girl a happy birthday.
* vaguely back-dated due to prior commitments, etc. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|21:00 ] |
Bored immortal hanging around the edges of the bar, lurking about the bookshelves and the couches. He's bored. Really bored. Ready-to-find-someone-to-fight-to-make-life-interesting bored. Someone care to make an attempt to relieve said boredom? |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|21:08 ] |
Faye is waiting for the elevator to go back to the apartment she shares with Marten, rolling aimlessly back and forth as she waits. Her wheelchair doesn't make any protest; she keeps it well maintained.
She is tired after a long day at work, and dealing with bitchy customers. She doesn't like the customers, but she likes her job.
Finally, the elevator doors open and she rolls inside. It's not until after the door closes behind her that she realizes this... isn't the elevator. She looks around at the bar she seems to have wandered into.
"What the fuck?" she asks, of no one in particular. She scowls and looks back where she just entered from. There's no door. "Where the hell did the door go?" |
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| Seph's been wandering around the bar |
[Aug. 16th, 2008|17:27 ] |
He's considering something, and it's obvious enough in his constantly-changing eyes. He's building something, if only in his head, around the edges of the bar, considering things, considering uses.
And staring at the place where his door had always been.
The place where his door now was again. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|23:42 ] |
Michael is watching. He's watching to make sure a small child who wants to be toddling doesn't not-toddle too close to where he's sitting. He doesn't mind the child as long as she maintains a respectable distance. In this case, that means, anywhere Michael can't safely step over or around her.
The girl in question is blonde, like her mother, with sharp blue eyes that see everything (that's like her father) and she's cruising along on all fours like she's trying out for the Indy 500. This is almost a frightening concept for someone who doesn't much like or get along with children.
Thankfully, her mother is nearby, keeping a close eye on her.
Unfortunately, the blind bartender is snickering under his breath where he thinks Michael can't hear him. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|16:12 ] |
Okay, so I'm working on this new trick, but it's not going as well as I'd hoped. I've burned through three decks of cards so far and I'm about to lose it. |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|22:57 ] |
There's a man who's stretched himself out on the couch. He looks amazingly relaxed. Actually, he looks to be dozing lightly.
Anyone care to wake him up? |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|19:38 ] |
This time when she comes into the bar, Andromeda Tonks is carrying two very important things: her grandson, Teddy, and an armful of expensive looking potions. Both are balanced precariously on either hip and she's a bit surprised when she glances up to see the bar.
"Oh, I see." She glances to the bartop and rolls her eyes as she sets Teddy down on a nearby stool. The potions are summarily deposited on the counter and she glances around to see if there are any familiar faces.
"This is a fine time to bring me here, you know, in the middle of an important potions run." She's only mildly annoyed, honestly -- it's just that the lime-green healer's robes with black pinstripes aren't exactly the most fetching things in the world to be stuck into a bar wearing. |
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| at the counter - afternoon |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|13:10 ] |
He'd come in fresh from the Ministry, desperately in need of a drink.
The counter was cool and refreshing under his hands as he leaned against the wood, glad to finally be touching something untouched by dark sorceries. Well, at least he couldn't feel any. Just the familiar hum of the bar and the memory of a dozen dozen drinks, a dozen dozen smiling faces and tired faces and gimme a double of something you wouldn't give to your worst enemy.
The usual.
Wand safely away and broom in it's own holster, Liir settled at the bar and asked for something sweet, fizzy, and utterly non-alcholic. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2008|20:48 ] |
Stacy is glaring at where there should be a door. She's not overly fond of being made to stay somewhere against her will. It's not that she doesn't like the place, but she does have things she'd like to do. |
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| Hey! You! Come on out! |
[Jul. 13th, 2008|21:00 ] |
Jack's lounging peacefully, toying with his yo-yo. He's enjoying his little lounging period and his beer. He's really enjoying his beer. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|22:18 ] |
The man sitting at the counter with a rather sizable book has wings.
Big, sky-blue wings.
...he's also got blond hair, hazel eyes, and a brilliant wit but most people will probably notice the wings first. Usually he keeps them sheathed, but they'd been itching and a quick with a ruler every few minutes has done wonders. |
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| ...just fix the damn sun! |
[Jun. 29th, 2008|21:39 ] |
"That's it. Forget it. I'm not helping any more alien or not-so-alien races..."
Jack stops. Takes a look around and... yeah.
"Why do I always end up here in the middle of a mission?" He almost adds 'and fully armed', but this time, refrains. |
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| Happy Hour |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|21:37 ] |
And tonight's specials are written on the board behind the bar in light chalk. Not written by Jim, but by the bar herself, special lady that she is.
Tonight's Specials
Blind Russian
Blinder
Blindside
Snow Blinder
Have a drink. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2008|21:07 ] |
Spoiled brat of a pouty immortal is lurking about, maybe sulking, maybe just slumped into a booth. He's being Connor, the immortal teenager. |
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[Jun. 26th, 2008|22:03 ] |
Michael is lounging on the couch. He's doing nothing. And he's rather enjoying it. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2008|11:12 ] |
Alex has taken Greyden outside to play in the lake. The sun is shining, the water is warm and Greyden's facing this new experience with a little trepidation. She keeps scooting her feet out to touch the water, kicking them a little, then snatching them back out, as though she's not quite sure what it is the water (or she) is supposed to do. For the time being, Alex is letting her experiment. |
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[May. 28th, 2008|22:30 ] |
Half-way through the tour. It's nice to get a break for a while. Now, if I can just find a doctor named House, I'll be all set. |
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[May. 27th, 2008|08:15 ] |
This time, when Axel finds himself in that place, he doesn't bother fighting it. He just scowls, and slinks off to a corner booth, with a view.
Maybe the place will be satisfied if he just sits there for a while. |
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[May. 17th, 2008|14:06 ] |
Michael's leaning against the bar, having a coffee. He's relaxed and pretty much - happy. Really, for Michael, this is saying a lot. |
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| Multi-pup post |
[May. 12th, 2008|19:34 ] |
Alex is sitting at a table with a newspaper crossword and a glass of water. On the floor at her feet is a small bundle of little girl desperately attempting to move along the floor on all fours.
Across the table from her is a tired, dark-haired man who frequently goes by the name of Michael. He's not doing much beyond responding with answers to crossword clues when Alex reads them aloud.
Not too far from them is a grouchy-looking man with long sideburns and tufty hair. He's got a beer in one hand and he's rolling a cigar between the fingers of the other. |
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[Apr. 28th, 2008|11:44 ] |
Lo, was there a witch in the corner of the bar with a baby asleep next to her, snuggled up in several layers of blankets. Andromeda herself was leisurely flipping through a book on charms that she had retrieved from upstairs and occasionally making precise movements with her wand.
Despite the fact the charms were useful and it was, she supposed, relatively important in the long run, she looked rather...bored. |
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[Apr. 24th, 2008|12:29 ] |
The weather outside seems warm and sunny and Alex is tired of being pent up inside the bar. So, today, she and Greyden are going for a walk by the lake. Greyden is obviously not actually doing any walking at just six months old, but she's enjoying the fresh air and the outdoors. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2008|20:36 ] |
There was a man here that had once been her son, and there was a man here who was her son.
They were two different beings, and that ... made her head ache. It explained why she had let Liir take care of Teddy for the afternoon while she came down to the bar to smoke. It had been a few hours since then and she was finishing up probably her eighth cigarette. She'd need to stop now or she'd reek for days even with a dispersal charm.
Andromeda tapped one finger against the table, humming. |
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