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[hectorxdelgado.livejournal.com]

God. I AM cracked out for this joint.

WHAT SHIPWRECK DID TODAY:

Shipwreck rolls into the Bar and immediately gets harassed by Dr. Faust. Minor chaos ensues, with Shipwreck (rather cleverly, he thought) banging on the bar in order to attract security.
Bartleby shows up and gives Shipwreck a tinfoil hat to wear, but not before Shipwreck rushes Faust with a busted bottle. Bartleby breaks the two up, at which point things look like they might get nasty outside, until the Bar keeps Shipwreck from doing something stupid.

With Faust gone, Shipwreck takes a break and listens to some musely music. Shipwreck and Bartleby shoot the breeze for a few, until Rose Red shows up and takes his mind off Faust. Eventually, Tim rolls over to see what's up and Shipwreck re-iterates that he will kill the shit out of Faust if given half a chance. They also briefly discuss the perks of magic. Unfortunately, Bigby beats Shipwreck to Faust. Twice. Later, he gets some quality time with Rose. Looks like his night's picking up, after all.

Oh yeah. DEFINITELY picking up.

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[aj_crawley]

Okay. Let's try this again. Lj ate this the first time, so it is now a VERY BRIEF summary of the last few nights (as I know 'Nny will never ever summarise any of her threads).

The night before last:

Hastur and Ligur arrive in the bar, threatening verious patrons in search of Crowley. They eventually come across Aziraphale and Iskander, and are highly unpleasant, until Crowley interrupts, at which point they become really rather loathsome. The long and short of it is: out of spite, they nominated Crowley for promotion, which means he's being transferred to supervision of Middle Eastern ops, from, you guessed it, the Middle East.

Last night: Okay, multiple simultaneous threads, with no nice meshing points, so will summarise separately, and we'll all pretend that they fit together nicely.

Iskander comes over, and is Greatly Displeased that Phoenix has been ordered to go to the wars. Conversation then turns to the scrap of paper found by Iskander the night before, which, it is revealed, is a message from an old friend. (Contents revealed in Post-Milliways Entry.)

Tom and Door show up, in order to share the happy news of their engagement. However, Crowley is the biggest killjoy EVER, and is mean and logical. Door shrieks at him in what is , admittedly, not the most mature fashion, whilst Tom is more composed. The angel volunteers his two cents, agreeing with Crowley, although being rather more tactful about it. Eventually, Door leaves in a tantrum, and Tom follows, all concerned-like.

Richard wanders over and is all waiterly, whilst Elaine of Astolat is sweet, and gives Crowley a drawing.

Finally, the angel comes over, and he and Crowley are uncommunicative and angry. Caretaking arrangements are made, and Crowley is evasive until Aziraphale confronts him. The demon is angry and upset, and feels rather guilty. The angel is comforting, in his way, and a sort of peace is made, before it all starts to sound rather explicitly sexual.

ATTN: ALL. MOD POST.

[aj_crawley]

Yo, Faust-mun, ping me when you have a moment.

scuba soph (AIM) or llemun (Y!M)

Apology and Idea

[2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com]

Sorry I haven't been around much -- it's not planned, it's just work, then my holiday, then work... but I was wondering if the other non-humanoids, especially the canids like Bigby Wolf and Kibeth, might like to hash something out with me.  I don't have any great plot in mind, but I'm thinking we should do something woofy.

[spreads paws wide, shrugs, grins]

ETA PS: Just got around to loading AIM on this laptop, but I'm only likely to have it open when prodded. E-mail is in userinfo, AIM will be added. It's all dreadfully, dreadfully consistent. ;)

ATTN: FAUST-MUN

[aj_crawley]

Faust-mun.

Ping me.

scuba soph (AIM) or llemun (Y!M).

Yo. Vague plotting-stuff.

[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

Starscream-player, hit me up re: what might go down with the attempted body transfer.

Also, anyone who's particularly talented with engineering/mechanics (Anakin?) or extradimensional quantum energy sources (that'd be Divis Mal, I think) might wanna holler at me too, seein' as how both of those things are somewhat relevant here....

-hx, AIM: effortswasted00 or hooperx at-symbol gmail decimalpoint com.

geh

[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

inigo-mun? we're going to have to postpone our planned activity for tonight. my arm is sore from typing too much, and i'm worried about carpal tunnel syndrome, so i'm taking a break for the night.

Paging Charlie and Bernard.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Oi, 2ndtour_finland! You want we should plot? Or shall we just make it up? I'm happy to go for either.

Also, the_woodpecker, same to you. You want we should plot? Bartleby's re-ensconced himself in the staff quarters (I'm hoping that's not godding you - he asked the bar for the keys to a room and got provided with what turned out to be his old keys) and is looking pretty cosy. A shake-up would be good for him.

Comment here, or, if you're the discreet type, email me: kenovay @ supanet.com

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Oh my God. Ares-mun is bringing Loki in.

...

Bartleby's head is going to explode. For real and permanently, this time.

"work" wanted...

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm rewording due to misunderstanding...gargIsuck.


Anyone need to hire anybody at the Bar in general...like in the RP in total...as part of a plot or whatever? He can work as an attache, message carrier, speech writer, whatever...sir_apropos is broke and looking for work at the moment, but so far no one has taken him up at his advertisment. He's lame in his right leg, but he's got little to no shame or qualms with much of anything as long as it'll save his ass; he's also much better than you'd expect in a fight and not afraid of doing hard work (he just prefers not to). Anyway, if interested, leave a message on the "answering machine" on nick_b_knight's journal. Thanks!