dictated

[hiccuphaddock.livejournal.com]

[First, there's the sound of an explosion. The pages of the journal rattle a little with the force of it. Then, the very distinct sound of something crashing (and the sound of wood splintering), before Hiccup groans. Loudly.

The sound of movement, a patting hand, and then Hiccup's voice, raspy:]

-- uh. I'd stay away from the fifth floor of the Ira Tower for a little while.

[And those particularly perceptive will notice that the pages smell very, very faintly like smoke.]

eight ► just say you're sorry

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The journal picks up some ambient kitchen noises as well as some unidentified mumbling. At last, Lloyd clears his throat and speaks up.

He does not sound very enthusiastic.]

Everyone--

This is Lloyd. I'm really, really sorry for leaving the milk out this morning. I'm a horrible person for forgetting to put it back in the fridge. It won't happen again.

[He lets out a long-suffering sigh and shuts the journal.]

[ooc: Responses are assumed to be after he's done with Spike & Courage.]

take a shot every time anders or fenris punches each other

[templarssuck.livejournal.com]

Who Anders (templarssuck), Aveline(guardcaptains), Bethany (notjustolder), Bonnie (bonniewitch), Carver (bigdealright), Fenris (wolfuncaged), Hawke (ofkirkwall), Isabela (checkbelowdecks), and YOU?!
What Drinking and playing cards. Bar brawls imminent.
Where A really gross and skeezy bar somewhere in town?
When Tonight!
Rating Probably R for language/sexy talk/etc

( There was something nostalgic about the stale smell of pee and vomit ... )

[ooc: For people jumping in -- feel free to just comment to the top/main gambling thread whenever you want them to come in. There might be some offshoot threads later if you want to watch people beat each other up drunkenly or something.

Also they're playing strip poker.]

208 is the heaviest stable isotope of any element

[onlyanapple.livejournal.com]

[Crowley is seated in the lobby today, a table in front of him filled with cheerios labelled as dounut seeds. He's even gone as far as to have little plant pots in which to 'plant' them. Why? Well, last month was wile-free, and he has to make up for lost time.

Plus he's a little curious as to how many people in the castle are stupid enough to fall for this]

Okay, you people. Don't you ever say I don't give you anything. Here I am. Being giving. Come to the lobby if you want to share my harvest.

fourty-second labyrinth

[lord-wizard.livejournal.com]

( Mark, Nora, & Dextera )

( Room 626 filter )

Episode 82

[spongetastic.livejournal.com]

[Peter was at the bar as usual waiting for his drink when he noticed that things didn't look quite right. This wasn't his bar]

... Okay. What the hell is this? Today is a bad day to screw with me.

[loss starts and open for the Deathmatch, or journal]

jukebox selection F03 - A Cup of Coffee ; Johnny Cash

[huntersdaughter]

[The sound of a heavy table being dragged across the lobby floor can be heard over the journal. Then the clack of metal as two chairs are placed beside it. Jo picks up the journal with one hand and dusts her other hand off against her jeans.]

With the leaves not showing any sign of leaving us until there's snow on the ground, [Jo exhales a breath, glancing around to the tables to make sure they're not obstructing the exits or being in the way of the usual paths.] -- I talked with the WildKat about having some of their coffee at the Lux. I figured, why not offer up a local flavor that's pro-resident. With that new addition, I'm also putting a few chairs out in the lobby outside the entrance to the Lux.

Take a load off, get a cup of coffee, pick the leaves from your hair. Whatever you wanna do, it'll be easier to do with a chair and a table.

[a beat]

And, I'm always hiring help behind the bar if anyone's interested. Though, I'd prefer a bit of experience. Thanksgiving is the busiest day of the year for bars, so the help'd be appreciated.