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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.
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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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[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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[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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[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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[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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[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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[Apr. 20th, 2008|12:13 ] |
When the door opens once again to this place, he immediately scowls, and shuts it. He has better things to do.
Unfortunately, all doors in Castle Oblivion seem to lead to this place today.
(To the perspective of other patrons, the door opens and shuts about a dozen times, each time, showing a scowling Axel, and a very white room.)
"Fine," he finally says. "I get it." He steps in, letting the door shut behind him. He turns his head sharply as it does, his eyes narrowing; the door doesn't vanish.
"Happy now?" |
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[Apr. 18th, 2008|20:36 ] |
Michael is leaning on the back of his chair, sitting backwards on it too. He's got a drink on the table behind him and he's casually watching the patrons in the bar itself. Though he may look it, he's not bored. Quiet, but not bored. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2008|21:40 ] |
Andromeda stepped out of the kitchen with Teddy on her hip. She was fussing with his bib as she moved through the doorway and as such, it was several moments until she noticed that she was not in fact standing in her living room any longer. Her hand flew to the inside of her pocket and she gripped on her wand, drawing the boy closer to her chest.
Damnit, she'd really been hoping this would never happen again. She licked her lips and then sighed, settling herself down on a nearby couch and bouncing Teddy on her knee. Apparently the change of scenery had upset him at least moderately.
"Shhh, shhh. It's all right, Teddy Bear." Someone might want to inform her that this isn't where she thinks it is. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|21:26 ] |
I'm having a little party for one here at the bar while waiting for friends to meander down or someone to wander over. The beer here is really good - a lot like the stuff in this little pub I like back in Chicago.
Speaking of Chicago - I'll be heading back there soon to start the first leg of my tour. Morgan thinks it's stupid to keep up my stage shows and I think he's a lunatic for thinking I should hole myself in a basement bent over a table scribbling notes about wizardry. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2008|19:51 ] |
Ex-Army Ranger, also former Major Crimes Detective, currently perched behind the bar cleaning glasses and seeming to be enjoying himself.
He can't see, so it's unlikely he's written specials on the board, if he's even chosen any. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|20:00 ] |
Logan's leaning in the back door of the bar that smells and appears vaguely different - as long as the back door's the same, he really doesn't care. Well, there's one other aspect of life he'd like to be familiar...
Anyway, he's got the cigar and the scowl and he's staring out the back door at the landscaping. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2008|20:23 ] |
Two angels walk into a bar...
Now, you might think you know where this is going, but let's see if we can change things up a bit.
They haven't run into any physical objects, they've just entered the drinking establishment they believe to be Milliways. Slight difference to this place, Michael hasn't picked up on it, but Stephen may have (since Stephen has this tendency to know things). This, of course, doesn't mean that Stephen isn't vaguely confused by this turn of events. Michael is confused (but he's confused by a lot of things, even after all these centuries).
They look around the place a bit, see some familiar and unfamiliar faces, which, really, is to be expected when returning after a long time away. However, something else seems - off - about the place. 'Like it's not quite the same place they left.
"Stephen, did we take a wrong turn somewhere?" Michael asks his blond companion. |
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[Mar. 19th, 2008|22:46 ] |
Belle was wandering around the house that she and Remy were sharing. It was important to be able to maneuver in the dark, and so she wandered with her eyes closed, walking slowly so there weren't any stubbed toes.
Which is why she didn't notice right away when the door opened to a whole new place. But her eyes opened quickly when the door closed behind her with a soft 'thump'.
The look on her face was confused. Very confused. "Huh?" |
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|16:06 ] |
A bored immortal is lounging on the couch. He's taking up the whole thing - no one else can sit there. He's not doing anything. He's just there. |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|13:43 ] |
The memories are strong today, pulling and tugging at him, like dark accusing voices--
Voices that no longer exist, except inside his own thoughts, and don't exist at all when he can suppress them.
The empty corridors of The Castle That Never Was - empty except for Nobodies, which makes it empty - don't help, their black and white and angles and hollow names.
Axel wouldn't have even noticed that he was Someplace Else, all of a sudden, except that he is, in fact, Someplace, and he hadn't intended to be there.
He freezes (figuratively speaking), and-- |
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[Feb. 27th, 2008|15:59 ] |
Alex is sitting at one of the tables. She's noticed the differences, but hasn't paid them much attention, finding herself rather occupied with the little girl who is currently attempting to make herself mobile on a blanket on the floor.
While she's reading a newspaper, Alex is keeping close watch over her daughter. Not that she's expecting her to go far if she does move. |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|16:27 ] |
Was I asleep longer than I thought? I mean, I know I don't get enough sleep, but I don't think I slept enough for the entire bar to change. Or am I in the wrong bar?
Wow. Weird. I mean, really weird. I've seen a lot of weird shit in my time, but this beats out just about all of that.
As long as everyone's still around - Greg, Alex, Nick, Michael, Greyden, Mark, Stephen (anyone I didn't list, there were a lot of folks dammit) - I think we'll be good.
And when did Ellison get a bartending gig? How does that work anyway? Man can't see!
This should be fun. |
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