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Saturday, October 1st, 2005
3:24 pm

There's a werewolf in the booooathouse and he's in quite a bad mood. So far, he had thought this was a good place to be. He has found the booooathouse, that gives him shelter and a place to go. There are a lot of woods, a lot of game and few people. He hasn't encountered anyone so far, and that's certainly a good thing. And hunting game, hunting big animals mainly, that give resistance, that are a match to him- that's a sport he had never enjoyed before and he likes it. But he has pushed it to far a few nights ago. He had been hunting a wild boar and the animal gave him the hell of a fight. He has been hurt quite badly, the wound in his side is still bleeding and there hasn't been any moonshine to heal it so far. And, what's worse: the boar escaped. It got away with it! That's something that really wears him down. So he's curled up in one of the boats, licking his wounds (only metaphorically, as he's human-shaped) and thinking bitter thoughts of revenge.

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Friday, June 10th, 2005
10:52 pm

[OOC: Some hours after this.]

The Ghost stands patiently in the semi-dark. Andrew has been tied up extremely efficiently, considering it was done by someone so melodramatic in other ways - the knots are likely rather painful.

It has been several hours since he went under.

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Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
12:19 am

It's dark.

The bit of light from the moon over the lakehouse turns the boy's hair silver for a moment - and then all is blackness again.

Footsteps - not heavy, no - light, nimble, dextrous, besneakered - reverberate softly across the floor as the figure moves to the couch he knows is there.

And the sound of jeans and leather creaking as the figure seats himself upon that couch, and lets out the kind of low, quiet sigh one only allows oneself in private.

current mood: tired

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Friday, February 4th, 2005
5:47 am

There is now a bloody stick in the boathouse, leaning up against the couch.

It's about a foot long, painted a dull green, and awfully crusty...

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Sunday, January 30th, 2005
1:46 pm

Last night was interesting. Today promises to be more so. After all, on his first day at the Bar, Carcer only managed to meet one person really; his second day brought a near-goddess who claimed to be Death and who said she ruled Hell. Now he has a building to look at, on the recommendation of one of the Bar's security people. Possibly that might prove useful, especially if Vimes is stil llurking around here somewhere. It never hurts to have a bolthole.

Curiously, he approaches the boathouse, circling it as best he can before looking for a window to peer into. Or a door to open, or something like that.

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Monday, January 10th, 2005
5:31 pm

*Head Alien decides to check out that boathouse he saw out by the lake. The door is unlocked, or so it seems, and he sneaks in, ready to bolt if this is the home of anything dangerous.

He notices a notice on the wall and considers the implications.

Totally. Rad.*

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Sunday, January 9th, 2005
12:15 am

*Tim strides in with a purpose. He has been informed of a great injustice, and it must be rectified, and, so far as he knows, only one git, er, man can help him. Lucius Malfoy, your Dark Lord will thank you for this, you know he will.*

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Saturday, January 1st, 2005
9:53 pm

For the second time, Akio strides into the boathouse, from outside.

No one saw him approach it, (save for those who should see him). He takes off a coat and slings it behind a shoulder.

There's an art nouveau-style black stool, tall, next to the couch.

He sits on this stool, and waits - preferably for a tall, golden-haired youth who seemed very useful informative.

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Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
12:17 am

[ooc: immediately following this]

His hand still wrapped around the semifallen angel's, Natasha knocks on the door to the boathouse, and when there is no answer, pushes the door open.

Scattered candles, which may never have been there before, spring to life.

"Come inside, m'sieur Loki."

Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly...

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Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
8:42 am

Kronos had noticed some comings and goings from the small shadowy building out by the lake as he had explored the boundaries of his binding. Considering the time of year he found it more than just a little odd that anyone would be going out there at all, and decided to see what was going on since he had absolutely nothing better to do anyway.

He opens the door and walks in, lifting an eyebrow slightly at the vastness of the place on the inside as compared to the outside. He notices the scrap of paper tacked to the wall and walks over to read it.

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Monday, December 13th, 2004
2:34 am

*A note is tacked up inside the the Boathouse, somewhere visible. It is unsigned.*

"Gentlemen and Ladies, I have a request for all of you who may find this place: When inside the confines of the bar, don't be stupid. Do anything obvious, and you risk the wrath of security. Some of you may recall a man named Faustus who was... unsubtle. He is now a mask, his spirit destroyed by one of the Endless. And the gentleman known as Palpatine has had his powers forcibly removed by the one called Destruction. These are not fates i wish to see bestowed upon our friends who come here. So please, good people, be smart in your actions. And remember, the power of security wanes when not inside the confines of the bar. You can get away with a lot more outside then inside.
-A Worried Friend"

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Monday, December 6th, 2004
6:39 am

Asar-Suti pokes around the boathouse, waiting for Todd to return so they can continue their lessons.

It is an interesting place for evil, this. You'd never think. You'd think it was just a boathouse, nothing to see, move along.

In the High Fantasy type world Asar-Suti comes from, evil is always much more conspicuous. Distinguishable by violet flames, for example. Asar-Suti likes how evil is handled here.

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Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
9:20 pm

Akio opens the door to the decrepit boathouse, head held high, hair pulled back, impeccably dressed. A man who walks into any room like he owns the place, not least of all this one. He strides to the couch - threadbare, "less-than-savory" - upon taking a seat, it could be the most elegant couch on the whole of the asteroid. He takes a sip of a fine chardonnay, (he may not have held it on entrance), and waits, idle arm draped across the back of the seat, leg crossed upon the other.

Not so much "visiting," is Akio, as "declaring his presence."

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6:06 pm

The door burst open, revealing a whithered, discoloured, yellow-eyed Darth Sidious, the Emperor, standing some ten metres away from it. He'd pushed the door open with the Force/Dark Side effortlessly. He strode inside, growing in speed as he approached. It was quite frightening, considering he was a whithered old man. A very old, very whithered old man. Very old. Very whithered.

He came to a stop just beyond the doorway and pushed the door closed behind himself. As he did, shadows grew in length until they swallowed both him and the entire room. He chuckled for a moment.

Then laughed satanitcally. The gloom about him brought out his anger and hatred, giving him a demonic appearance. To gaze upon him in this situation would have been terrifying (unless you where a monster yourself).

"Ahhh.... Anger... Fire...."

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Sunday, November 21st, 2004
3:50 am

*Anthy stands in the center of the boathouse, absently shuffling her Tarot cards. The Black Rose card stays on the top of the deck.*

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Saturday, November 20th, 2004
1:11 am - Say hello, wave goodbye.

Todd moves into the boathouse, Thom following close behind him.

He closes the door and grins.

current mood: busy

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Sunday, November 14th, 2004
1:01 am

Francis slips into the boathouse, quiet as a shadow. He seems to have already known where it was.

Inside, he blinks rapidly into the darkness, temporarily blinded. He wonders if anyone else is there. Instead of asking, though, he silently waits for his eyes to adjust.

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Monday, November 8th, 2004
5:41 pm

*Tim wakes up laying on the beach by the lake, wrapped in a bubble of fluff. He created it last night to keep him safe and warm through the night. Some friends. He missed being with his Leahs. They were usally enough to keep him warm. A smile crosses his face as he cleans up the remnants of the spell, taking a moment to run a washing gust across himself, cleaning him nicely, and pressing his clothes with out him ahving to take them off. A useful trick when the Captain can't be there for him.*

Ahh... such sweet air. No other universe has anything quite like it.

*He runs a hand through his hair, then absently scratches at his facial hair. It was weird, growing up hopping between worlds, but he's older now and he has to deal with it. Just like he enjoys dealing with the new clothes, Leather and black cotton, all good stuff. He turns to look along the beach, and stops, staring.*

What, is that? I don't remember THAT being there before.

*A tremble crosses hsi face. Is this possibly not the real Milliways? He has absolutely no recollection of a boathouse. He must investigate, make sure he's in the right place. Tim stalks down the beach, a snarl on his face as he pushes inside the new building, gzing around at its interior.*

What is this place?

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Saturday, October 30th, 2004
4:22 pm

Salieri is a man who enjoys his home comforts, and with sweet food and fine drinks available at the bar, he has little inclination to explore the rest of his environs.

Nevertheless, his power and influence at the court is no doubt being destroyed by his scandalous absence, and the composer is determined to find a way back. Why, what with Beethoven's illness, and despite his own recent pieces a little neglected for his duties as Kapellmeister, he might have gained a good contract for a new opera. Intent on discovering an exit from the bar, then, he walks over to a door, and walks out in to the grounds surrounding the lake.

There's a boat floating on the waters. And, though Salieri wouldn't call himself an evil man, there's a mix of banality and wickedness in his soul. After all, there aren't that many people who would destroy a genius out of jealousy, driven by hatred of God. There's a boat floating on the waters, and he walks across to it, and enters.

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4:51 pm

Darth Sidious, interested by the relatively large presence of the Dark Side in the Boathouse, came wandering along. He stepped inside but instead of keeping the Senator Palpatine guise he shifted into the far more youthful Darth Sidious (as seen in Star Wars episode 1 and 2). For all intents and purposes, the only difference between the two was that Darth Sidious had nice Sith robes and a hood.

He opened the door slowly and reached out with the Dark Side/the Force, basking in the hatred and fury that both potentially (and otherwise) dwelled here. He smiled a cruel smile. "The Dark Side is strong here. I can feel its power!"

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