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Jul. 26th, 2017 10:15 pm
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OOMish: After a few rounds at the firing range, Cassian and Ibani explore the library and are reminded of the long reach of the Sith and their Empire.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, contains mentions of the death and destruction that defines Sith and the Empire.

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Jul. 26th, 2017 09:24 pm
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Bonnie is out back, with a toddler in hand. She and Billie are making slow progress around the garden, in the rain, wearing their raincoats and boots.

Billie has new boots, red and shiny. They're perfect for treading in puddles, which considering that she's only just started taking steps, is a very exciting thing to do indeed. Especially when you live somewhere that doesn't get very much rain.

Sometimes Bonnie has to help her a bit, by picking her up and dangling her in a puddle so she can splash her boots.

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Jul. 26th, 2017 12:58 pm
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Chirrut knows this feeling. The world becomes heavy and close and leaden.  Sounds fall flat, and there's a sense that something is about to break, held just out of reach. Back home, this feeling would be a cause for concern and preparation - water was both precious and dangerous on Jedha. With the ground too desiccated to absorb any rainfall, it would turn into murdering floods with barely any provocation.

But this isn't Jedha.

Baze knows this feeling, too. And he knows that thunderstorms have always been a bane to his friend with superior hearing. They stand together on the porch outside, waiting for the clouds to shatter completely.

The rain does not disappoint. It pours down, soaking the green, growing earth. Baze holds out a hand. "It's warm," he says, awe flooding his voice. "Chirrut, it's warm."

Chirrut, as always, follows Baze's lead, thrusting his hand out into the downpour. Delighted laughter fills the small space of the porch. It's not just warm, it is generous, fat drops splattering over his hand. This is rain that is glad, not the bitter driving creature that would storm up from Jedha's vast, barren plains.  

Since Chirrut is following Baze's lead today, he drags his friend out into the wet. They raise their hands, shake their hips, and throw their heads back to capture raindrops in their laughing mouths.

Wednesday DE: Rule 63

Jul. 26th, 2017 02:08 pm
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 What would your character be like gender-switched? Would there be much of a difference, both physically and in the societal setting of their world.

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Jul. 26th, 2017 12:20 am
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[tri OOM:

"I won't let you through.
I will never let you through."


Spoilers for episode twelve of Digimon Adventure Tri.]

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Jul. 25th, 2017 09:20 pm
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Guppy's foot has almost healed up now, so he's been sorting out some things in the infirmary this afternoon. And right now, he's working on an inventory stock check list on his laptop, back in the main bar.

Botherable, though.

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Jul. 25th, 2017 09:11 am
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Wilford's had a couple of days to really think about what Jim had to say, while he's been hiding out upstairs. The last time he had to do something like this, it didn't end well, and doing it now just makes everything itchy and restless. But nobody's come banging on his door to haul him away, so at least it's going better than last time.

He has to get out though. He can't stay here forever, and there are things he needs to take care of. If he can figure out how to take care of them, that is. He's not going to do that hiding away in his room, so he waits until morning to take Buster downstairs and try to solve his problem over breakfast. While Buster chows down on his usual breakfast of tuna and raw egg, Wilford has a quiet conversation with the bar. He suspects that maybe this place had something to do with the problem Jim caused, but he gets neither confirmation nor denial, and eventually gives up.

The problem — one of the problems — is that he can't keep Buster here. Too many people are prepared to snatch him up the second it looks like he's been left alone, which is what led to the problem with Jim in the first place.

Eventually, Wilford knows what he has to do. By then, the risk of having his hand bitten off because Buster is too laser-focused on his food to pay attention to where he's putting his teeth has subsided, so Wilford reaches down and untwists the tags from his collar, taking everything but the one with his name and giving them to the bar. That's only half of a solution though, but he has no idea what to do about the second half. So he sits back and waits for an idea to come to him.

Terrible Tuesday

Jul. 25th, 2017 10:07 am
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With very few exceptions, characters interact with others in their world. Most work with them in some way. Of those, most even bother to care about other people. (I know there are exceptions.) And even if none of this happens in their own worlds, there's always Milliways.

So, how do your characters react to conflict within their social circles? For the ones who will put in more than zero effort, what will they do? For the ones who usually cannot possibly care less, what can make them care?

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Jul. 25th, 2017 12:36 am
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[tri OOMs: Saying goodbye is not an easy task.

Spoilers for episode eleven of Digimon Adventure Tri.]

Monday DE: Flash Fic, AU edition

Jul. 24th, 2017 06:01 am
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I'm back, y'all. Last week was soooo long and the move isn't done. Ugg.

Anyway, let's do some fic! Comment with pups you'd like to write for, we'll then comment back with prompts from which you'll write a short fic. And since AU week is sometime in the near future, how about the fic is a preview of the world you might be thinking of playing from? 

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Jul. 24th, 2017 04:44 pm
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Sinric comes in from his door, looking older and more subdued that his usual self, dressed with almost monastic dour.

He stomps his feet, shaking his hair which shifts from a muted, almost greying platinum back to his usual gold. As he sheds the dun coloured outer robe, his face returns to his androgynous look, if tight with tiredness and ill-temper.

By the time he reaches the Bar, she has pot of tea waiting for him. "Thank you, dear one but I think I need something stronger." She adds a little glass of something clear and alcoholic with a smiley-face napkin.

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 08:22 pm
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Cassian enters Milliways with his pistol blaster in a holster at his side and rolling his shoulders. Its been a long day and he needs to do something or else he's going to break cover which he can't afford to do.

When he goes up to Bar to get water and hand wraps, she reminds him other people might be interested and he writes a quick note in Aurabesh that she translates on the notice board: Want to spar? Need to practice your accuracy. Come outside.

Instead of his name, he signs it with the Alliance Starbird.

Outside he starts setting up the firing range and finds the stormtrooper helmets he'd used before are still there. Then he gives the heavy bag a few good hits before stripping down to his undershirt and stretching to see who else comes along.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, Baze Malbus, Chirrut Imwe, Eden, Cassidy, Rose
(OOC: Unofficial fight club and firing range. I'll set up places below, so it can be treated like other fight clubs. Cassian won't be watching as closely as Sam. Let me know if you want a thread with me or not, treat this like a party post too, set up whatever you need, threadhop. Open as long as everyone wants it to be.)

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 08:17 pm
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Hey, so there hasn't been a fight club for a while and I know I have at least one pup who wants to hit and blow things up. I'm not planning on doing an official fight club but an unofficial one with Cassian out by the firing range and pells. Would anyone be interested?

ETA: Post is up here. I've set up a few subthreads, please add more, tag under. Let me know if you want Cassian anywhere if not I'll be tagging around. Have fun, channel the anger.

Mother-son talk.

Jul. 23rd, 2017 07:35 pm
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Lilly Kane
Susan
that fucker Roland
Caspian
Ace
Bernard and Tonks
Faith
Kitty Pryde
Meg
gorram Crowley even
Simon and Kaylee


"What're you doin'?" his mother interrupts Mal writing a list, peeking over his shoulder at her son's scribbled shorthand. How his characters got so lovely but his English print so awful, she'll never know.

"Nothin' you're gonna like."

"So why're you doin' it in my bar, son?"

Good point. Mal folds up the list and orders a drink from his mother, since waking Bar while Sallie's on shift seemed kind of rude. Sallie pours some sauce for herself as well, stronger than her usual fare, and finds a stool on her side of the mahogany top. Bar dear, would you mind terribly?

The customers are served by magically appearing beverages for the moment.

"Ma, if you're workin'..."

"Shi a, at the only job I do for no coin. Now tell me. Or do I need to try 'n magic that list from you?"

Mal lifts an eyebrow but doesn't comment. They'd agreed against such things, way back when those things were new to them both. No 'magickin' of things. Ask, be direct, and cope with the answers you get. Or not. The Reynolds way, they had joked. He hands over the paper.

"What's with the names? Why're Kaylee and Simon on this? There's a couple folk on her I don't ken..."

"And you won't. They don't come here now. For whatever reason." Before Sallie can comment, "For good reasons, most. I can't fault 'em on that."

"Is that why you don't come here now?" It's better to be direct. Most of the time.

"That's a philosophy quandary here - If I don't come here, how'm I here now?"

"Don't be a jackass, Malcolm, you know exactly what I'm talkin' of." It's so rare to get her son here un-beckoned. He'll come with a smile on his face if Sallie waves him, but just to see him on the fly? Almost never. It always takes prodding.

"I come 'ere to see you, Ma. Only place I can once you sold the land."

"You couldn't've come to Shadow when I had the land, and you kn--"

Mal holds up a palm. "I know it. And you're happy here." The first smile of the conversation, and Mal covers Sallie's hand in hers. "I love this place for that. For bringing you happiness, and a whole 'nother family."

Sallie didn't appreciate where this was going. "Not to replace my first one!"

"No, I'm still your son, Ma. And I'm lucky for it." His eyes flick down to the paper with those names on it. It's incomplete at best. So many people in and out of here.

"So...why write them all out?"

"I think...to make sure they existed."

Sallie has nothing to offer at that point. She looks up and her son doesn't seem...sad, truly. Contemplative? (A little maudlin?)

Old. Not in a bad way. (She is turning 72 this year; she can't see him turning 45 as being bad - especially since he'd done so much to try and not see 40.) But his grey is coming in more pronounced-like of late, and he rubs at his knuckles like Sallie used to when she first started developing arthritis.

"I'm sorry, Ma - I don't mean to be down in the mouth around you. I don't see you enough to waste time on things like that."

"Nonsense. 't means I'm still of use to you now 'n then."

"O' course you are." Suddenly serious. "Not in question ever."

"That mean you're stayin' for dinner?"

Mal finishes his drink, slipping back into a comfortable smile he is usually wearing for the casual observer. It's honest nevertheless. "See? Told you you're of use."

Sunday Indulgences

Jul. 23rd, 2017 06:51 pm
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It's Sunday again, Milliways, and you know what that means...

it means I am a travellin' gal )

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 10:02 pm
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[tri OOM:

"We'll make sure the sun rises tomorrow."


Spoilers for episode eleven of Digimon Adventure Tri.]

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 01:25 pm
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I had a question, and in trying to look up the answer to said question, I was faced with another one.

Which one of you is responsible for this? http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Roleplay/MilliwaysBar

I had no idea that page existed, and I'm tickled at it! It's great!


And since I never did find the answer to my original question, I'll ask it here as well. What is the hotel that the bar's rooms are supposed to be modelled after? I know its rooms are weird, and that's all I can remember.

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 11:06 am
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You know who's been quiet lately? Loki! Loki's been quiet lately! That's probably fine though. He's just been off in the library, looking up a few maps, a few old texts, a few new texts, things like that. It's fine.

He saunters through the main room with a leather sack slung over his shoulder, making for a door that--isn't there? What? There's a paper napkin pinned on the wall where his door should be, and after reading it Loki stalks back to the Bar for a quiet but intense argument. "Look, you officious, glorified piece of wooden--"

Looks like Bar is flexing her muscles today.

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Jul. 23rd, 2017 02:56 pm
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Jim's been out in the forge all night, working on a Thing. He left in the morning, took a walk in the grounds and then went upstairs for a swim. Now he's down by the bar. He's tired. He's distracted. He's...still not getting anywhere with Bar letting him out of here.

'I already promised you I won't kill her.'

A napkin appears, which he reads and crumples in his fist (though he can't exactly argue with what it said).

'You know I could just tell Mycroft, and he'd do it for me? And I haven't. Let me out.'

Another napkin. More quiet rage. Jim sucks a breath in through his nose, and stretches his neck 'til it pops. But he (almost) sounds polite when he appears to give in, and sits down.

'Let me see some kyber crystals then.'

This, Bar will apparently oblige with, though they're as small as Galen said they'd be. And they come with an obligatory sandwich and glass of water, because even when denying him what he wants, Bar will apparently make sure people get fed.


[OOC: catch him anywhere (other than swimming, unless you have access to his room somehow). I may be occasionally sporadic due to work, but here for hours and this is open for a good few days. :)]

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