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07 January 2010 @ 02:51 am
07 January 2010 @ 02:36 am
06 January 2010 @ 11:34 pm
[OOM: They say a journey begins with but a single step.
The same is true for truly brilliant schemes.
Only replace that "single step" thing with an unlikely accord.
Which is, for the record, a lot like a deal and nothing what-so-ever like a single step at all.
starring: Elizabeth Turner and Raphael]
The same is true for truly brilliant schemes.
Only replace that "single step" thing with an unlikely accord.
Which is, for the record, a lot like a deal and nothing what-so-ever like a single step at all.
starring: Elizabeth Turner and Raphael]
06 January 2010 @ 10:33 pm
The problem with your team having a base on the Moon is that all the room can make your friends go a little overboard.
Geez, we really need to get a map of this place. Where was that kitchen again?
“Hey, did anybody remember to get more coffee?”
Oh, wait. That’s the door there.
With a confident grin, he opens the door and steps through to find--.
….A bar?
Hal Jordan’s grin just got a whole lot wider.
“Never mind!” he calls back, and shuts the Door firmly behind him.
Geez, we really need to get a map of this place. Where was that kitchen again?
“Hey, did anybody remember to get more coffee?”
Oh, wait. That’s the door there.
With a confident grin, he opens the door and steps through to find--.
….A bar?
Hal Jordan’s grin just got a whole lot wider.
“Never mind!” he calls back, and shuts the Door firmly behind him.
06 January 2010 @ 09:45 pm
It was after the full moon, but George was still Bound, and still feeling restless. He bundled up against the cold before making his way out back for a walk. The demon bunnies were bolder, but his senses could keep him away from them. Furthermore, they remaining a bit of skittish of him. Probably since a few ended up being snacks. He only realized it after waking up one time with the taste of blood and gasoline in his mouth. Nasty little creatures really.
At least the surroundings were familiar, and the air was chilled. He considered heading closer to the lake. Least it was quiet out here with so many remaining back in the bar.
[tiny tag: George Sands]
At least the surroundings were familiar, and the air was chilled. He considered heading closer to the lake. Least it was quiet out here with so many remaining back in the bar.
[tiny tag: George Sands]
06 January 2010 @ 09:41 pm
Duck's arm and leg muscles are kinda shaky right now. She's been using the secret practice room upstairs (that she doesn't know is secret; minor detail!) to practice really hard, and her muscles are feeling the strain.
She wobbles her way down the stairs and over to a chair, and collapses with a grateful flop.
Turns out even Duck can run out of energy sometimes. Who knew?
[OOC: Okay, guys, I think I am out for the night. I am up for slowtime on everything, and post is open for tags indefinitely!]
She wobbles her way down the stairs and over to a chair, and collapses with a grateful flop.
Turns out even Duck can run out of energy sometimes. Who knew?
[OOC: Okay, guys, I think I am out for the night. I am up for slowtime on everything, and post is open for tags indefinitely!]
06 January 2010 @ 07:01 pm
[oom: ...almost enough to make me believe in destiny...]
Today, it isn't the tall, war-hardened man who enters the Bar, nor is it an over-curious tiny child.
Today, it's a boy who looks about twelve or thirteen who walks in. His rough work-clothes are stained with dirt, and there's a line on his cheek where a scar hasn't yet fully healed. He looks, for the most part, relatively healthy, if a little tired and a few small hints of having taken a beating very recently. Despite the mess, the dirty clothes, and the hints of a few bruises and scratches, he's still a beautiful boy: delicate features, dark curls, fine (if too-large) hands, and intensely green eyes.
"...in the morning, Aunt Isana," he calls, looking over his shoulder as he shuts the door, rolling his eyes a little, and he turns--
And stops. And stares.
And then, after a moment, he tilts his head back and laughs, voice bright and clear. "If only this were the strangest thing to happen this week," he says out loud, shaking his head as he starts to make his way to the Bar and lay a fond hand on it.
Shortly he is seated there, with a chilly stone lying next to him, a mug of hot cocoa and bowl of marshmallows, and a few pieces of papers with notes on it. He's frowning at the notes, almost tiredly.
Clearly a lot is happening in his life.
[tiny plot tag: A Gothic Winter's Tale]
[poke him as he enters or once seated, either works. And any and all outstanding adult-Tavi threads will get wrapped, promise. open forever.]
Today, it isn't the tall, war-hardened man who enters the Bar, nor is it an over-curious tiny child.
Today, it's a boy who looks about twelve or thirteen who walks in. His rough work-clothes are stained with dirt, and there's a line on his cheek where a scar hasn't yet fully healed. He looks, for the most part, relatively healthy, if a little tired and a few small hints of having taken a beating very recently. Despite the mess, the dirty clothes, and the hints of a few bruises and scratches, he's still a beautiful boy: delicate features, dark curls, fine (if too-large) hands, and intensely green eyes.
"...in the morning, Aunt Isana," he calls, looking over his shoulder as he shuts the door, rolling his eyes a little, and he turns--
And stops. And stares.
And then, after a moment, he tilts his head back and laughs, voice bright and clear. "If only this were the strangest thing to happen this week," he says out loud, shaking his head as he starts to make his way to the Bar and lay a fond hand on it.
Shortly he is seated there, with a chilly stone lying next to him, a mug of hot cocoa and bowl of marshmallows, and a few pieces of papers with notes on it. He's frowning at the notes, almost tiredly.
Clearly a lot is happening in his life.
[tiny plot tag: A Gothic Winter's Tale]
[poke him as he enters or once seated, either works. And any and all outstanding adult-Tavi threads will get wrapped, promise. open forever.]
06 January 2010 @ 05:58 pm
Your Muse: Jenny Miller
Muse wanted: Her partner in crime and the other half of the studio she owns.
Community:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
sixwordstories
Fandom: Original
Canon: N/A
Book, Movie, Game, Other: N/A
PB: Anyone you see fit.
Contact via: Comment here.
The partner can be male or female, totally up to you, but I'd like to see someone with tattoo's.
Muse wanted: Her partner in crime and the other half of the studio she owns.
Community:
sixwordstories Fandom: Original
Canon: N/A
Book, Movie, Game, Other: N/A
PB: Anyone you see fit.
Contact via: Comment here.
The partner can be male or female, totally up to you, but I'd like to see someone with tattoo's.
06 January 2010 @ 03:25 pm
Agent Nielsen really shouldn't be here. He's got too many things to take care of back home, and doesn't entirely trust this realm, in general.
But the encounter he had the other day convinced him that maybe it would be a good idea to stick around, just for a little while. He went back to the Warehouse just long enough to pack a couple of changes of clothes and every book he could find about vampiric lore (which wasn't as many as you'd figure), and rented a room at Milliways.
This, it could be argued, is just another part of his job as a Warehouse agent. After all, if there's a vampire here, it could potentially get through the door to their world, and he has to do everything in his power to keep that from happening, right?
...well, maybe it's not that likely. But what Mrs. Frederick doesn't know won't hurt her.
In any case, Artie has commandeered a corner booth for himself, and said booth is strewn with books and notes and other, less identifiable things. The man himself is sipping a cup of strong tea and scribbling furiously on a legal pad.
He's botherable, if you can get his attention.
[tinytags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Arthur "Artie" Nielsen, Rem the Shinigami]
But the encounter he had the other day convinced him that maybe it would be a good idea to stick around, just for a little while. He went back to the Warehouse just long enough to pack a couple of changes of clothes and every book he could find about vampiric lore (which wasn't as many as you'd figure), and rented a room at Milliways.
This, it could be argued, is just another part of his job as a Warehouse agent. After all, if there's a vampire here, it could potentially get through the door to their world, and he has to do everything in his power to keep that from happening, right?
...well, maybe it's not that likely. But what Mrs. Frederick doesn't know won't hurt her.
In any case, Artie has commandeered a corner booth for himself, and said booth is strewn with books and notes and other, less identifiable things. The man himself is sipping a cup of strong tea and scribbling furiously on a legal pad.
He's botherable, if you can get his attention.
[tinytags: A Gothic Winter Tale, Arthur "Artie" Nielsen, Rem the Shinigami]
06 January 2010 @ 06:21 pm
Your Muse: Shilo Wallace
Muse wanted: Graverobber
Community:
sixwordstories, or personal journalFandom: Repo the Genetic Opera
Canon: Before,after, or during the movie.
Book, Movie, Game, Other: Movie
PB: I have a few ideas
Contact via: Comments here, PM this journal, or AIM: Saynotozydrate
06 January 2010 @ 02:07 pm
06 January 2010 @ 09:41 am
06 January 2010 @ 09:39 am
Val's feeling restless this evening and so she wanders downstairs to drop off some very late Solstice presents. That done, she orders a glass of warm milk hoping it will help her mood but after sipping it for twenty minutes she decides she needs some sort of physical activity to wind down.
Heading out side she spots the forge and decides to see if anyone is around. Finding the place empty she decides to do some chores. She also has one more present to decide upon and she feels a strong urge to make it rather than purchase it. As she scrubs the work bench an idea begins to form. Emptying the ashes, she begins to construct it within her mind and as she refills the charcoal bin she is committed. Only problem is she agreed to not work in the forge unless Weyland were present. Picking up one of the hammers and taping it on the anvil, an idea occurs to her and she heads outside.
She clears a wide area of anything which could catch fire and then returns to the forge for fuel for her fire. She'll also need water and several buckets not to mention some unworked metal. Forming several force fields as she ties on an apron, she gathers all she'll need and returns to the area she's cleared. Soon enough she has a good fire blazing in the crisp winter air, a few pieces of metal heating within and several bucket filled with water set up for tempering the metal she plans to work.
Pulling out one of the pieces of metal and judging it hot enough, she forms a force field into the shape of an anvil and begins. Her father had once said the best gift a student can give a teacher is something made by the skills taught and Val intends to give Weyland the best gift she can this year.
So intent on her work she doesn't even notice when the night begins to fade. Perhaps a distraction would be good but please forgive her if she makes you wait until she finishes a piece.
[OOC-Warnings for unannounced work related slows]
Heading out side she spots the forge and decides to see if anyone is around. Finding the place empty she decides to do some chores. She also has one more present to decide upon and she feels a strong urge to make it rather than purchase it. As she scrubs the work bench an idea begins to form. Emptying the ashes, she begins to construct it within her mind and as she refills the charcoal bin she is committed. Only problem is she agreed to not work in the forge unless Weyland were present. Picking up one of the hammers and taping it on the anvil, an idea occurs to her and she heads outside.
She clears a wide area of anything which could catch fire and then returns to the forge for fuel for her fire. She'll also need water and several buckets not to mention some unworked metal. Forming several force fields as she ties on an apron, she gathers all she'll need and returns to the area she's cleared. Soon enough she has a good fire blazing in the crisp winter air, a few pieces of metal heating within and several bucket filled with water set up for tempering the metal she plans to work.
Pulling out one of the pieces of metal and judging it hot enough, she forms a force field into the shape of an anvil and begins. Her father had once said the best gift a student can give a teacher is something made by the skills taught and Val intends to give Weyland the best gift she can this year.
So intent on her work she doesn't even notice when the night begins to fade. Perhaps a distraction would be good but please forgive her if she makes you wait until she finishes a piece.
[OOC-Warnings for unannounced work related slows]
06 January 2010 @ 10:57 am
whitetextiswhite
Tidings of comfort and joy havefinally been left with the bar for AndrAIa, Bart Allen, Coreen Fennel, Dani Phantom, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dr. Simon Tam, Enzo, Felix of Vale, Matrix, Nathan Petrelli, Rabastan LeStrange, The Question, Val Von Doom, Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery, courtesy of Kate Warner and Bill Pardy.
Cheers, guys!
Tidings of comfort and joy have
Cheers, guys!
06 January 2010 @ 10:50 am
whitetextiswhite
Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes andincredibly belated gifts for AndrAIa, Bart Allen, Coreen Fennel, Dani Phantom, Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dr. Simon Tam, Enzo, Felix of Vale, Matrix, Nathan Petrelli, Rabastan LeStrange, The Question, and Val Von Doom.
Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.
With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.
[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'muber lame about to head out into the frozen tundra to run some errands (ick, grownupdom), but feel free to tag in with your character receiving their gift here if you like! ]
Kate's at the bar, leaving a handful of notes and
Glancing toward the tab board, she nods to herself, then leaves gifts for Demeter, Doc Scurlock, Kate Barlow, Kate Beckett, and Paul Avery.
With a quiet thank you and a soft smile, Kate heads back upstairs; she still has a couple of presents to deliver to a certain sheriff.
[ ooc: closed to actual threads, as i'm
06 January 2010 @ 08:38 am
Your Muse: Josie McCoy
Muse wanted: Valerie Brown and Melody Valentine (though other chars would be great too!)
Community:sixwordstories, personal journals if you want
Fandom: Josie and the Pussycats
Canon: Josie's currently placed at the beginning of the movie, trying to land a record contract
Book, Movie, Game, Other: Movie
PB: Rosario Dawson and Tara Reid, though if you wanted to use someone else, I don't care!
Contact via: Comments here, or PM this journal. :)
Muse wanted: Valerie Brown and Melody Valentine (though other chars would be great too!)
Community:
sixwordstories, personal journals if you wantFandom: Josie and the Pussycats
Canon: Josie's currently placed at the beginning of the movie, trying to land a record contract
Book, Movie, Game, Other: Movie
PB: Rosario Dawson and Tara Reid, though if you wanted to use someone else, I don't care!
Contact via: Comments here, or PM this journal. :)
06 January 2010 @ 08:19 am
An easy and hard question all at once:
Who is the oldest person in Milliways?
(Question is sadly limited to people who have ages. Beyond that, you guys can fight over what 'oldest' means.)
Who is the oldest person in Milliways?
(Question is sadly limited to people who have ages. Beyond that, you guys can fight over what 'oldest' means.)
06 January 2010 @ 09:40 am
Mel is ON PATROL.
She's been on on patrol pretty much nightly for the last - huh, has it been a month already? - and the novelty of patrolling Milliways rather than the city still hasn't worn off. She's not sure she wants it to wear off. Mel is, frankly, pretty frustrated and pissed at the whole thing. Especially as her patrols have so far turned up nothing.
And she'd never before realised how labyrinthine the corridors in this place really were.
[Plot tag: A gothic Winter's Tale]
She's been on on patrol pretty much nightly for the last - huh, has it been a month already? - and the novelty of patrolling Milliways rather than the city still hasn't worn off. She's not sure she wants it to wear off. Mel is, frankly, pretty frustrated and pissed at the whole thing. Especially as her patrols have so far turned up nothing.
And she'd never before realised how labyrinthine the corridors in this place really were.
[Plot tag: A gothic Winter's Tale]
05 January 2010 @ 10:49 pm
[OOM-ish, upstairs in Milliways:
The line is thin between a selfish act
and things you do to keep yourself intact. ]
[ooc: Timed to before Christmas, after this thread.]
and things you do to keep yourself intact. ]
[ooc: Timed to before Christmas, after this thread.]
05 January 2010 @ 10:43 pm
Your Muse: Charleigh Ford.
Muse wanted: Guy she meets while hunting demons down. I'd also like to have some canon/original people for her to interact with.
Community:sixwordstories and other places but it's just sws right now.
Fandom: Supernatural.
Canon: Original/to date with canon.
Book, Movie, Game, Other: TV Show.
PB: Chris Evans or Ryan Reynolds would be nice, but I'm not too picky for the main guy I'm looking for.
Contact via: Here or PM please.
( More infomation. )
Muse wanted: Guy she meets while hunting demons down. I'd also like to have some canon/original people for her to interact with.
Community:
sixwordstories and other places but it's just sws right now.Fandom: Supernatural.
Canon: Original/to date with canon.
Book, Movie, Game, Other: TV Show.
PB: Chris Evans or Ryan Reynolds would be nice, but I'm not too picky for the main guy I'm looking for.
Contact via: Here or PM please.
( More infomation. )