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[GP/EP Check In Day - May 1]
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st_ereoscopicAbby wasn't sure if the semi-regular happenings of arrivals would continue today, especially after Songrun, but just in case she made her way to the cafe. It would be the perfect spot to see the lobby if anyone new didn't make it as far as the cafe seeking answers. It also gave her lots of room to spread her "project" out.
There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.
Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.
There were bits and bobs but mostly it was a couple of tubes, lens, spring and nobs. Abby was determined to make a microscope. It might not be especially useful around the hotel but it was a comfort to her. Besides it kept her mind occupied and she was finding that, that was more important as time in the hotel went on.
Time seemed to fade around her, which usually happened when she focused on her work, and it was the protest of her back muscles that had her stretching. It was then that she noticed more people trickling into the cafe and some unfamiliar faces. Which meant it really was check in day today and she stood to greet friends she hadn't met yet. In Abby speak that was practically everyone. No one was a stranger - at least not for long.
Tags:
- # check-in day,
- abby sciuto,
- angua von uberwald,
- constance bonacieux d'artagnan,
- dean winchester,
- dorothy williams,
- henry winchester,
- kitty pryde,
- lindsey mcdonald,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- phryne fisher,
- piotr rasputin,
- qui-gon jinn,
- regina mills,
- rey,
- river song,
- robert maccready,
- sam winchester,
- stephanie brown,
- vax'ildan
[EP] Training
Apr. 18th, 2017 07:12 pmst_unningAlcuin had been training with Qui-Gon for a number of weeks now. He had not even touched his sword (and certainly not a lightsaber), but occasionally wielded a well-weighted stick. Most of the time, however, he practiced mindfulness, forms, controlling his body, and reflexes. The final of which sometimes involved dodging small rocks that Qui-Gon threw at him.
He felt as if he was doing well, or at least as well as he could be doing. He was also incredibly grateful. Qui-Gon reminded him of Joscelin in some ways, and the forms he taught him reminded him of what he'd seen of Cassilines. And he was also relieved in some ways to not be wielding a blade yet. It still brought back bad memories.
Today, he was practicing on his own in a patch of grass near the entrance to the inn. He was barefoot, in loose-fitting cotton pants and no shirt. It was overcast, though he was wearing sunscreen anyway. (What a remarkable invention!) But he was particularly trying to get in touch with his body. Each movement as he went through the form deliberate and flowing into the next.
He felt as if he was doing well, or at least as well as he could be doing. He was also incredibly grateful. Qui-Gon reminded him of Joscelin in some ways, and the forms he taught him reminded him of what he'd seen of Cassilines. And he was also relieved in some ways to not be wielding a blade yet. It still brought back bad memories.
Today, he was practicing on his own in a patch of grass near the entrance to the inn. He was barefoot, in loose-fitting cotton pants and no shirt. It was overcast, though he was wearing sunscreen anyway. (What a remarkable invention!) But he was particularly trying to get in touch with his body. Each movement as he went through the form deliberate and flowing into the next.
[Log] Qui-Gon & Alcuin
Mar. 21st, 2017 10:03 pmst_unningMarch 5, complete
Alcuin finds a new tutor for swordfighting.
( I'm afraid it has come to my attention that I am terribly uninformed when it comes to modern weaponry. )
Alcuin finds a new tutor for swordfighting.
( I'm afraid it has come to my attention that I am terribly uninformed when it comes to modern weaponry. )
[GP] Shoot that poison arrow
Feb. 13th, 2017 10:19 pmst_affNone of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.
What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.
Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.
At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.
No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.
Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.
At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.
No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
Tags:
- # inn-world: valentine's day,
- alex kane,
- angua von uberwald,
- caroline forbes,
- constance bonacieux d'artagnan,
- dean winchester,
- dorothy williams,
- henry winchester,
- ignis scientia,
- jack robinson,
- kitty pryde,
- lara croft,
- lindsey mcdonald,
- molly carpenter,
- qui-gon jinn,
- river song,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sansa stark,
- snow white,
- stephanie brown,
- vax'ildan,
- wyatt logan,
- yasmeen
[GP/EP] We are programmed to receive
Jan. 15th, 2017 10:31 amst_alksthroughwallsFifteen days into this particular strange trip, Kitty had redistributed alcohol supplies between the cafe, restaurant, and night club to make it possible to easily tend bar wherever people decided to gather. Today, as most days, she settled into the lobby cafe after chivvying the cook into chicken tenders and french fries (after convincing him it was a single plate meal). It was the closest she could get to "bar food" from him and someone would probably arrive sooner rather than later to make something else.
A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.
She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.
A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.
She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.
