Soulbond Tavern

In one of the more empty corners of the tavern, little Sammy Winchester sat surrounded by his toys which encluded legos (the big and small kind), wooden blocks, his small hot wheels collection, his great big army of green soldiers and some untouched coloring books and crayons. He hummed along to himself as he started to build a castle for his army men to protect. That was the point of army men, they were there to protect things. Well, and attack things, but his brother wasn't there to play with him and Dean did most of the attacking when it came to play time. He stood and went over to an empty table and grabbed his little cup with apple juice in it, sipping it through the straw. He was happy that this place had apple juice. That was his favorite drink ever. He set his drink carefully on the table, making sure not to spill any of it and hopped on over to the bar and scrambled up to the chair. "Um... 'cuse me! Ummm..." The waitress turned and smiled at the little thing. "Ummm... Could I maybe get a grilled cheese, please?" The girl nodded and went off to go complete his order. Satisfied that he was gonna get what he wanted, Sammy kicked his legs off the edge of the barstool and hopped back to his little area.

Susie wandered in to the tavern, hands carefully closed so that it left space between them and her find couldn't get away. Wandering up to someone who looked like they might work there, at least they were behind that bar and that's what that was supposed to mean... she thought. She wasn't sure. But maybe they'd be nice enough to help her anyway. Which would be good because, Oh! it was trying to escape again. "Excuse me?" she asked softly. Thankfully, it gained the attention of said person. "I'm sorry, but do you have a jar? One with holes or maybe one where I could poke holes in the top." The woman gave her a funny look but was polite as she found what Susie was looking for. "Oh, thank you!!!" She beamed with gratitude as she plopped the insect inside and screwed on the lid.

Roll Call:

Strong: Tiana, Kevin Flynn, TRON Chuck

Kinda strong: Yori (original TRON)

Muses: Alan Bradley, Mother Gothel, Clu 2, TRON Sarah

( Amy is so done with this meme. )

( Has Eugene ever... )

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Please come to bed. I've been waiting all day. You're either restless or napping. I think I'm going to get a butterfly net and catch you with it.

<3, Sarah

Yeah I just saw that she did this and thought it was a spiffy idea. I have a list of my characters in my journal and if you know I have some who aren't listed you can still talk to them. Yeah....I got nothin

Attention fellow peoples and personages. I just wanted to note that last Saturday was Will and mine's 5th anniversary. To commemorate, we ended up gallivanting about some ships and he lawfully acquired a spyglass for me (which, for the record, appears to be marginally larger than that of the dear Commodore- funny, that). Much fun and revelry was had by all(us).

In other news, commandeering is nowhere near as simple as it used to be. Bugger.

Hey guys. I was just wondering if people were interested in picking back up on keeping track of Flyboy Verse. I'd love to just keep it at the LJ comm but I'm also open to moving it here to IJ if people are more comfortable with that. I'd love to do it, if anyone else does.

I'm sitting here with all my people. If you want to sit in and say hello to anyone, feel free. Just casual chit chat here, no heavy Role Playing stuff. Whoever is talking will have their name in the subject line of the reply.

Anakin took his wife's hand and led her away from the bar to sit down at a corner booth. He brushed his left hand through her hair and kissed her cheek lightly. "I've missed you," he whispered into her ear. And it was the truth, they very rarely saw each other, in their world or this one. If he could, he would spend every second and every moment with her.

Tavern - Nautical area?
Characters: Teenage Molly and (Open to any/many and Jackie if he still wants to)


Molly balanced precariously, her heels resting on the edge of her chair. Knees turned slightly to the side, the fabric of the skirt she wore draped across her lap. She rested her chin against her hand. She'd never been very good at waiting.

The flicker of the candle on the table in front of her cast menacing shadows dancing across the wooden floor. It felt like she'd been here for ages, surely long before the light from the candle was needed. Her free hand spun a small coin in whirling circles through the puddle of condensation left behind by her glass when last she moved it. "Bored..." she drawled to herself.

There wasn't anything particular she was waiting for, rather, it was the wish that something would happen. Customers had come and gone, but none were her crowd. There were no spine-tingling stories of unbeatable watery beasts, no uproarious laughter, no singing. She was beginning to believe it might have been a better idea to stay home today.

Tavern Thread
Characters: Sunshine and Open
(written from character's perspective, for the most part)

"Carthaginian hell." Damn, and she'd said that aloud too. This wasn't what Sunshine needed today. Things had gotten weird enough. At least - judging by the looks and the smell of things - they sold drinks here. She wandered towards the bar warily.

In-Universe Thread

Universe: Wheel of Time

Characters: Seydra, Chella, Theron  (and if someone has a certain blacksmith...?)

In-Universe Thread. Put all out of universe comments and mun comments in [brackets].

"HELLO TAVERN FOLKS! WHERE CAN I GET A NICE COLD BEER!?" The loud mouth in question that just stormed in like he owned the place, looked around the tavern with his large black goggles covering most of his face. He looks down at his baggy pants with buckles all over them and canvas jacket with it's many different patches and feels slightly out of place. Starts rubbing the back of his head and laughs a little. "Sorry folks didn't mean to be so loud." 'Dude, the Winchesters were suppose to be here. All I see are couples. Maybe if I head over to the pool table...however you play that, they will appear.'

Min apprehensively walks in and looks around. Looks like a fairly, using this word lightly, normal tavern. She looks for Rand or anyone familiar and can't see anyone. So she walks over to the dart board area and starts "practicing" with her knives.

Harry Potter sits in a corner of the tavern, looking around to see if he can locate any familiar faces. The butter-beer in his hands growing warmer by the second. His thoughts run over his love, his Ginny. He hasn't seen her in such a long time and he's missed her something terrible. His green eyes continue to dart around the room, looking for anyone to keep him company.

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