Aug. 1st, 2004

[identity profile] a-tendo.livejournal.com
Billy and Jamee/Joe make me cry ohsomuch. *reaches out to pet them, but stops herself* So lovely.
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[personal profile] minkhollow
In order to take some of the stress off Ji, I volunteered to summarise the Photographic Adventures of [livejournal.com profile] artsmartscarlet and [livejournal.com profile] giftedthom. This starts waaay back with the summary she posted, since the rest of the thread never got summarised, and continues through a couple more days.
None of it sounds rather explicitly sexual, I'm afraid. )
[identity profile] darthrami.livejournal.com
It was mentioned earlier, and it didn't look like anybody had done anything about it, so I went ahead and made the community. [livejournal.com profile] milliquotes - for your one stop shopping needs.

(nny - I was trying to ping you about it - did you bounce again?)
[identity profile] anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com
Anthy communes with her inner gardener. Or her outer gardener. Or something. Thom comes along, and rescues Chuchu from the fountain. This proves to be a bad move, as Anthy does not seem inclined to take Chuchu back, and Thom is not thrilled to be stuck with sopping monkey. The conversation turns to siblings, and it is revealed that Thom has a sister, but cannot see her. Anthy is viciously sympathetic. She then spends the rest of the conversation watering Thom, to his intense displeasure.

Meanwhile, Snow White reveals that she has had twins, and is inspired to create a list. Snow is reluctant to discuss the babies' father, but Anthy is not helpful in that regard. Finally she stops pestering Snow.

Hob wants to know what fertilizer Anthy is using. Anthy avoids the question. FOREVER. Then she finally admits the truth, and is scoffed at. Hob finally realizes that he "just spent a bloody hour and some-odd minutes trying to get you to give me the answer that there is no answer." He is upset. Anthy is amused. There is another small thread there, but ignore it. It does not exist. It is a figment of your imagination. It is a glitch in the Matrix just like your goat. ETA1: WTF. ETA2: Hob-mun is silly.

Idle Hands.

Aug. 1st, 2004 02:50 am
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[personal profile] true_desire
Just for my amusement, and hopefully yours: Spent some time on this site today and mocked up some Endless dolls. (Each one needed some editing in photoshop, but I think that's a given, right?)


The results of Desire!mun wasting her saturday afternoon: )

Tea Smut

Aug. 1st, 2004 04:15 am
[identity profile] lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com
So its not a threadzilla in the "passes over 100 posts" idea, but its a long one anyway.

Liz sits down. Morpheus joins her. They have something of a conversation wherein Morpheus!mun makes a snide comment. This starts a downward spiral wherein we re-visit stroking the raven and develop the new innuendo pour the tea. Over the next several posts milk is discussed, as well as "stirring the sugar".

Things just get weirder as Liz decides that Morpheus
[identity profile] miscellanny.livejournal.com
Continuity? We don't need no steenking continuity.

I realise Billy is in two places at once. I was drunk when I started this. *g*

Imagine the Hob thread as taking place earlier. 'k?

We need to all get drunk together, one day.

Heh.
[identity profile] tropes.livejournal.com
*SCREAMS*

*SCREAMS AGAIN*

*gibbers*

Thank you thank you thank you!!!!

[livejournal.com profile] friede is a genius.

x-posted to my journal.
[identity profile] copperbadge.livejournal.com
A note about the bar, because it seems to be coming up --

The spell Sirius installed was specifically, in the beginning, aimed at providing food and drink. That it has begun providing other things is rather surprising to him, though not absolutely shocking.

The bar has some sense of its own (Bartleby apparently made it sentient?) and can "take a liking" to people -- we've established it likes Constantine and Kassandra, and of course Sirius and the other bar workers -- Gil, Bernard, Dionysus, etc. It's tied to Sirius because he installed it, so if Sirius hates you, the bar probably doesn't like you much. It will still serve you as Sirius will, because that's part of the Code.

It might not, however, provide you with non-food-or-drink items -- the bar has to really like you or understand a desperate need, in order to do that....
[identity profile] bobby-gadling.livejournal.com
Billy/Hob summary of thread in here.

ANOTHER ALL-NIGHT CRACKTASTIC BILLYTHREAD!

Okay. Billy comes over to Hob. They drink. They chat. Billy, somewhat awkwardly, asks Hob to listen to him play someday. It is agreed that Hob will do this, and Billy gets the right to name one of Hob's plants. There is discussion of what types of plants thrive at Milliways. It is all rather symbolic. They talk about Joe and the nature of Billy and Joe. There is also a dicussion of the vagaries of hearts. Billy says he'd like to see Hob senseless (which in retrospect does sound rather explicitly sexual, but that's because I haven't slept) and they talk about love. A very drunk Hob tells Billy that he finds him comforting. Hob is, in fact, senseless, and talks about their orbits. He ends up kissing Billy (and Lucifer-mun and Joe-mun promptly FLIP THEIR SHIT XD) After some rather intense kiss action, Billy is conflicted and says they have to stop. There are declarations in the strikeouts. Billy says that Hob is the only one he wants to play for and while making no promises, says he'll give Hob all the chances he needs. Billy then goes off to get involved in Bad Craziness, and Hob goes off to garden hopefully. Lucifer-mun, Joe-mun, and myself throw ourselves a crack party. The end.
[identity profile] bloody-awful.livejournal.com
Just as a friendly reminder....

Mentioning Newcastle to Constantine?  Not a good idea.
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So when I started this, I imagined Tom would become caught up in machinations and be a charming yet slightly dangerous figure around Milliways. Obviously, things did not turn out that way. I thought I should do a little explainin' as Peter and hamlet have done.

A Little Background )

My Tom )

Tom at Milliways )

Then Along Came Door )

Powers and Characteristics Now )

Most important of all in my characterization of Tom is the belief that Tom and Voldemort are essentially two different entities. And my Tom was very, very lucky to have avoided his fate.
[identity profile] miscellanny.livejournal.com
Deeply.

Deeply.

Totally in love with [livejournal.com profile] dredpiratejenny, [livejournal.com profile] fahye and [livejournal.com profile] darth_rami.

SO MUCH CRACK!

Summary

Aug. 1st, 2004 02:35 pm
[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com
Thread starts here.

The Lady Tere accuses Thom of being "one of those boys who thinks that the only way to learn is to take apart." Bingo. She asks what the poor dismembered camera does, and he explains. Kind of. They are both puzzled by its artist-less magic-less state. The Lady Tereasks if he sings. He is musically ignorant. She plays the hammer dulcimer and they talk Poe. They both prefer poetry to stories. Thom admits that he does some magic. The music reminds him of his sister, so they talk family. The Lady Tereexplains about the heavenly spheres and lets him play too. But then she brings out his sphere followed by his sister's and it makes him cry and run away.

Paul yells at the Lady Tere for being noisy. She teases him and calls him fussy. Paul suggests "socially maladjusted" and she calls him wallflowerish. Paul is enraged and they argue. Also kind of. Paul spits at her. They don't get along some more. Paul serves no one and is in a swell position but is not happy. And that's pretty much that.

Thom calls Paul rude and tries to find out what the camera casing is made of. Paul is very unhelpful but does provide Thom with an icepick. He smashes what's left of the camera with it and they talk about broken and dying things. Thom almost murders his foot with the icepick but Paul doesn't want it back. He encourages Thom to use it on whatever/whoever but that's not Thom's style. A big black spider crawls out of Paul's mouth and Thom sets it on fire. Paul thinks Thom's purple magic is fruity. Thom doesn't speak that language and wants know what it means. Paul says maybe Thom ain't [a poof] and not to worry about it but no such luck. Paul says it means a sexual pervert and Thom is really pissed and turns him into a fish. Paul seems to be trying to pull a Blubber. Please know what I meant by that. Thom fixes him and Paul runs away, threatening that Thom'll pay as he does so.

Meg thinks Thom's icepick-waving is pretty funny and has a conversation with the Lady Tere in French. They talk about the Opera, and Meg's mom, and whether the Lady Tere can get Meg a job. She can, but in Vienna. Meg won't leave her mom to go to Vienna and asks if the Lady Tere knows what's happened to Christine. The Lady Terethinks Vienna would be good for her and asks her if she means Christine Daae. And then [presumably] Meg-mun's computer has a stroke and that's the end of that.

And Jill already summarized what happened with Jane, so I'm done. Yay Jill!

Edited because I reread [livejournal.com profile] musical_muse's userinfo and had a guilt attack about having used the wrong name in the summary.
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So, I made it down to Richmond. Got stuck in traffic on 95 for AN HOUR, which sucked, but I'm here now, and started moving into my apartment, which inexplicably has working lights despite the fact that electricity isn't supposed to go on 'til tomorrow (although still no internet. Stanley is being lovely and letting me use hers)

Oh, the Fleur/Bernard/Ophelia, it is AMAZING. AMAZING. MUST OWN.

And... yeah, I'm going to go drink more water now. I'm dehydrated. Miss you all (or most of you, anyway. Ayup.)
[identity profile] copperbadge.livejournal.com
Meh -- mum has decreed tonight an evening of Family Bonding and we are employing my laptop in said Bonding (watching PS while listening to Wizarding People, Dear Readers, which must be played on my laptop, rendering it useless for anything else) and therefore I may not be around tonight. If I am, it will likely be after ten central (eleven EST, five am GMT, et cetera). Sirius will not be making a Happy Hour post, though Bernard, Gil, or Dionysus, any one of you three are welcome to, if you'd like.

Assume Sirius is soothing Kassandra's fevered brow, and has plastered his door with DO NOT DISTURB signs.

Tomorrow night may be much the same, though tomorrow is traditionally Sirius' night off, so that shouldn't matter too much.

Peter/Tom muns, Sirius has mentioned The Plan we've been plotting about to Constantine, so he knows the very basics of the idea and has been offered bar credit in the event we need his help.

(I'm voting for a big wheel of scary runes and sigils on the floor of the bar. I think the bar needs more runic ambience. :D)

Happy Hour

Aug. 1st, 2004 07:03 pm
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
Oi. For ease of logistics. Bernard is at the bar and has just announced Happy Hour.
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[personal profile] leplusbeau
*SCREAMS HERSELF*

I am never eating again. Never. I have to wait a week to buy this one because I just bought the other shirt and and and and and shiny.

*loves loves loves friede*

*blushes alot*

*cries really loudly in her head*

Why do you people like her?! I don't understand, but I don't care; keep doing it!

And, a weird question...what do you people think of your characters now? I mean, I've kinda come to the idea that Fleur is now a bit my baby just as much as she is J.K. Rowling's baby. Am I alone in this? A couple of you I was talking to, I know what you think...but the rest of you? Have I just entered an entirely new dome of crazy?
[identity profile] bloody-awful.livejournal.com
BOOM BOOM

ETA: How the hell do we get rid of this thing? It's never not worked before!

ETA Again from Spiderine: Well, it's extremely in character for John to fuck up to this extent... Can I just apologize now?

ETA Again Again from Spiderine: Pleeeeeeeeze don't kick me out! Pleeeeeze! *points at John* All his fault! Not mine! Not mine!
[identity profile] hard-core-dick.livejournal.com
Kind of, anyway. Thread is here.

Jamee's hanging out at the bar and Anthy decides to join her. Jamee manages to hold a complete conversation with somebody without driving them away or getting into a fight. It's all very sad, but at least they're dead.

Billy comes over, and Jamee is still fretting over the conversation with Lucifer from earlier that day. There's flirting over alcohol and misunderstandings about Joe. Jamee tries to tell Billy some things and is not so subtle and Billy can't remember what he did with Crowley.

Billy offers to teach Jamee how to swim and makes me sniffly, and they decide to go *cough*sitbythelake*cough*.

Jamee is not romantic or poetic, and Billy makes the mistake of trusting Jamee. They cuddle for a bit, before it all starts to get rather explicitly sexual. pr0n forthcoming.
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Someone mentioned the idea of keeping a quote list, a while back...?

I'd like to submit the following:

"Could you please not BURN THE ESTABLISHMENT TO A CRISP while I'm ON DUTY?" -Bernard

Apologies

Aug. 1st, 2004 10:43 pm
[identity profile] jcrichton.livejournal.com
Ever since I flew back from Israel on Thursday, I've been having a great deal of trouble staying up late at nights. Jet lag for me usually takes the form of going-to-sleep-at-ten-and-waking-up-at-five, which is why Crichton hasn't really done much of anything in several days.

I'm pushing myself to go to sleep later and later, though, so I'll be on when everybody else is. Give me a couple more days, then I can bring Crichton back into the thick of things.

If anybody has any suggestions as to what Crichton's been doing the last few days, let me know? I'm not well-versed enough in what goes on in Milliways to adequately explain how somebody could be in the bar but non-interacting for an extended period of time.

Thanks.

-Daniel
[identity profile] lathspell-named.livejournal.com
Well, I-- Grima-mun-- am leaving for ten days, departing tomorrow; my family is dragging me kicking and screaming away from my crack. Dunno what I'm gonna do cold turkey.

I'm sure the bar will be the lesser for the lack of its creepy little mascot, but I'm equally sure you'll survive. *tearful wave* I know you'll miss me! But you'll be stronger for it!

...okay, stop laughing now, this is a sad thing. :P