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[19 Dec 2009|08:49pm] |
Enzo is sitting at the bar with a slim volume—an actual, paper book—in his hands and an expression of mild but continual bewilderment on his face. It's interested bewilderment, though, and every so often he'll laugh at something.
After a while, he demands of no one in particular, "What in the 'Net is a humbug, anyway?"
A bowl of mints appears on Bar's surface. He stares at it in consternation.
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[19 Dec 2009|05:40pm] |
Alyx is still here, and still sick. Every time she thinks she's getting better, she has another coughing fit or dizzy spell and starts feeling awful again. At the moment, she's just sitting at a table in the bar, trying to read over her intelligence notes without going cross-eyed.
She does this for several minutes in silence. Then, out of nowhere, she starts singing, quietly at first, but ( gradually building up in intensity and volume... )
[tinytag: IMDb Flu]
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[19 Dec 2009|08:40pm] |
Nothing says it's the holiday season like a cyborg wearing a Santa hat. Pity the narration doesn't have an icon to match.
But take our word for it. He's got a Santa hat, and a big smile.
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| Christmas Themed Supervillain-Run Extravaganza! |
[19 Dec 2009|06:00pm] |
Edie is decked out in her Sexy Santa Christmas best; ankle-high black boots, fishnets, a short Santa dress with more cleavage than normal, and a Santa hat jauntily placed on her hair.
Her husband is a little less festive in his bowling shirt and black pants, but at least he's well, which is why she's agreed to this in the first place.
Specials:
Christmas Themed Drinks
If you can beat one of us in an argument (judged by the other), get your drink on us!
Seems fair enough to them. "Baby, will you turn on the jutebox, so we can get this party started?"
[You know you want to.]
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[19 Dec 2009|06:45pm] |
Jane's bite has almost fully healed, there are only two faint marks visible on her neck and even then you must look closely to see them.
Since she still finds it rather hard to believe that not only did a vampire bite her but how many worlds have vampires that come to Milliways.
So she asked Bar for a book to help her reacquaint herself with creatures she considered only lived in the rather tawdry world of Gothic Romance.
The book, My Wicked Vampire is making her frown even more, bad writing bothers her.
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[19 Dec 2009|05:13pm] |
As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.
"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."
( Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )
What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...
One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!
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[19 Dec 2009|09:32pm] |
It's that time of year when you get colds and flu and vampires, so Guppy has made sure to set up clinic today.
Free walk-in clinic
The doctor is in
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[19 Dec 2009|10:05pm] |
Sirona is perched on a bar stool, her little Sony Vaio perched on her knees, her big black boots crossed on the next bar stool. She still has no internet here, of course, but she's writing some script, which she seems to find rather funny while she does so.
She's got a large mug of slowly cooling white mocha on the bar beside her.
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[19 Dec 2009|04:02pm] |
The lesson plans are done, with a few weeks to spare. Cata's still sure they're not going to work out perfectly, but it's behind her, for a while.
As such, she's having a celebratory drink, since she doesn't have to worry about going home to a contract at present. (Still only the one drink, but.)
She's got a good vantage point of the place, from her seat at the Bar, and she's people-watching.
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[19 Dec 2009|01:52pm] |
After her wounds were attended to in the infirmary, Bela insisted on writing a couple of letters before she left with Cal. She was too furious to let anyone else do it for her, even though she was beyond tired by that point.
( To Security Staff )
( To X-23 )
Tag: A Gothic Winter Tale
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[19 Dec 2009|12:06pm] |
Since the misadventure in the Killerwatt dimension, he hasn't carried his bag of electronics with him on trips to check for the portal to his world. It's safe in his room. Hopefully.
Nope, no portal, not yet.
He's not exactly bound, he can go and come as he wishes, but the thing about hopping from universe to universe is you can't really control where you end up popping into the world. Doors and portals are just much more convenient.
Which is why when he pops into the bar today, there is a light dusting of snow
on him, especially around some feathers that look a bit singed.
He doesn't know what god gave Milliways this horrible climate, but well, this time the weather was a relief.
Find Evil Chicken pecking at a bowl of ground beef at a table near the fireplace. He's probably more talkative than he has been the past two days.
[Mun apologizes for Chicken's recent reticence. It's not easy having a grump for a pup :D] Oh, hell, what kind of loony would talk to a chicken, anyway?
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[19 Dec 2009|09:56am] |
[Morning after this.]
Nita wakes up feeling like crap. It takes her a minute or two to realize where she is -- laid over her books in the Milliways library. She must have fallen asleep finishing her paper. --Which is still unfinished, she finds, when she looks over her notes. Groaning, she stands up.
And sways, grabbing for the table as the room tilts.
Geez, this would be the perfect time to get sick, wouldn't it.
By the time she makes it downstairs, she's wondering if it is just some kind of cold. She hasn't felt this bad since the week after she died in the Rose Reading Room. She makes a wobbly beeline from the stairs to the closest empty booth and sits down heavily.
She hasn't noticed the neat puncture wounds on her right wrist, yet.
[tinytag: a gothic winter tale]
[ooc: Open forever!]
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[19 Dec 2009|09:47am] |
The door opens to allow in a parka-clad figure, not so much dusted as caked with snow; the black cowboy hat is the worst victim. It looks frosted. The badge is a shiny gleam somewhere in all the white.
The man under it just looks tired. People in Twin Peaks (mostly) know how to deal with winter, but the first big blast still catches a lot of people off-guard every time, and this year it was a big one. Thank God he got Coop those snow chains.
("Call it an early Christmas present.""Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything.")
It's hard out there for a sheriff, and he'll be happy to warm up here before he goes out to face round two with the snowpocalypse. He foresees a large cup of coffee and a glazed donut in his future. Maybe two.
[OOC: With approval from Cooper-mun, naturally.]
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[19 Dec 2009|08:18am] |
[ OOM: Joan meets a stranger in the hallways upstairs. Warnings for bitey vampire bloodplay. ]
Joan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and all color, several of her red curls falling loose from the pins she's mysteriously lost.
She splashes some water on her face - there's a red stain on her face that she can't identify (smudged lipstick, perhaps?) - and changes her clothes with considerable effort before she makes her way down to the bar.
Joan curls up on a couch in front of the fireplace, but she can barely feel the warmth emanating from the flickering flames. Bar offers her tea - which she accepts - but twenty minutes pass and she's still holding the mug in her hands, staring blankly into the fire and trying to recall what's happened to put her in such a state.
(She still hasn't seen the marks on the inside of her wrist.)
[ tiny tags: joan holloway, vlad dracula, a gothic winter tale ]
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[19 Dec 2009|12:19am] |
There is a baker in the bar, this evening, arranging baked goods on a tray to sell. The cinnamon rolls are huge, warm and gooey, piled neatly in the center and surrounded by an arrangement of Blueberry-Praline teacake slices, Bitter Chocolate Death, Lemon Lechery, Chocoholia, and one lone Death of Marat.
(ooc: Mun is heading to bed. Is late. Will catch tags tomorrow! <333)
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[18 Dec 2009|10:36pm] |
The bite wound on Buffy's neck is healing, and she's not wearing baggy pink leather pants. Despite these cheering facts, her expression is not so much thunderous as it is blizzardous, with power outages in several counties.
She orders a glass of orange juice from the bar, and glares at it.
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[18 Dec 2009|07:41pm] |
Upstairs in the corridor, Bela encounters Dracula.
Warning for vampiric compulsion and bitey sexual situations.
When Bela wakes up in the library, she is curled up on a couch. Instantly disoriented, she sits up in surprise and alarm. This sudden movement is a mistake, though, as dizziness overwhelms her.
"What.. the hell?"
She leans back against the couch cushions. She is extraordinarily not right.
How did she get in here? She hasn't been to the library since she was bound, and even then, she'd hadn't gone much once she'd devoured everything relating to demons and deals. She closes her eyes and concentrates on taking deep breaths. She feels achy and tired. Is she sick? Why can't she remember anything?
After a few moments, she sits forward and then slowly gets to her feet. She doesn't like the silence in here. That, combined with her confused state, is creeping her the hell out.
She leaves the library, one hand pressing against the wall to steady her along the way, and makes her way down the stairs to the bar. She's on auto-pilot as she slides into her usual booth. She orders a martini she doesn't really want, and then doesn't seem to notice it once it arrives. She's staring into space as she tries to fit the jigsaw puzzle pieces of her thoughts into some kind of discernible shape.
Her hair covers the fang marks on her neck, but anyone who walks by her will notice that something is amiss.
Tiny Tags of Blood and Roses: A Gothic Winter Tale, Vlad Dracula
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[18 Dec 2009|08:31pm] |
Tonight, half-way holed up in a blanket fort in one of the booths, is a rather feverish young boy. See, a few days ago he helped Ray get to the infirmary for a nasty case of the flu. When he's not thinking he's a dragon hoarding treasure, the young gadget hero is guessing that is why he's so sick right now. Winston's in the fort with him, and he's drinking down any broth Bar sends the rats over with.
Just that he keeps getting the urge to sleep on all that spare change, comicbooks and action figures.
{Tiny tag: IMDB Flu}
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[18 Dec 2009|08:56pm] |
When Elle comes in from the grounds outside (despite the cold, she's in jeans and a blue-and-white striped t-shirt – she looks rather relieved the moment she crosses through the threshold), she heads straight for the Bar, which offers a plate of sushi and a soda.
And, after another request, a map. Before reaching for her food, she unfolds the map, spreading it open across the bar. Many would probably recognize the map as of New York state – at a third request, a large black marker appears next to her sushi.
She reaches for it, and a piece of sushi, the latter of which she puts whole in her mouth as she straightens herself up, and leans over the map.
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[18 Dec 2009|08:31pm] |
[OOM: Upstairs, Tony is finally starting to get better. Small warning for the tamest bed, bath and beyond scene he and Edie will probably ever have together.]
On the bright side, Tony no longer thinks he's a vampire.
On the... less bright side? Some might well argue that it's not a downside--he thinks he's a Beatle. Which is the reason for the teddy-boy look tonight; the dark sunglasses are part of the look, but they also help with his terrible headache, for which he is grateful.
Well, he'd needed more paints, and wanted to leave their room for a bit, and is no longer at risk of biting anybody, so why not? Edie is with him, of course, attentive and protective, dressed in black leather pants and a black cashmere sweater. He likes it when she stays close.
[Two pups, two muns, tag either or both! Open until forever][obligatory tiny not!Stu Sutcliffe tag: imdb flu][It only feels like Tony's been sick forever; sometimes slowtime is not such a good thing.][obligatory extra note: this is Sasha playing Tony playing Stephen playing Stuart, and is meant with the utmost respect to the late Mr. Sutcliffe, who was a brilliant and beautiful person. Accordingly this will probably be the only time Tony is not crazy in any way... besides the whole hallucinating thing]
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