OOC: MOD POST

[aj_crawley]

This is your friendly co-mod aj_crawley, putting the Mod Seal Of Approval on this idea. *applauds Anthy* It would really help if anyone with unusual characteristics that aren't immediately apparent via dialogue, particularly physical ones, would add in a short description in their user info. Here's an example.

Hop to, patrons!

OOC:

[aj_crawley]

[Post-Milliway's Entry]

In the morning

[iopenthings]

::pads in, wearing pajamas, stops by the bar, and settles at a table with orange juice and buttered toast::

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[iopenthings]

Post/Pre-Milliways Post

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[clumsy_auror]

( Post-Milliways )

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[miss-ogg.livejournal.com]

*barges in*

Ooh, isn’t this nice. Barman, I’ll have… I can’t the read the menu. Bugger… something sweet and strong, willya?

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

OOC: Pre/Post/Gah! Out-of-Bar Entry

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[estetoracle.livejournal.com]

Morning. Coffee please. I have a splitting headache. And try not to trip.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*sticks head in, back in own body*

Has anyone seen Kassandra around lately?

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[iopenthings]

OOC: Post-Milliways

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[mnt_raph]

*Outside the pub. He replays the night's row in his head for the umpteenth time. It just serves to make him more angry. He can hear his brother and father scolding him as if they were there. Warning him that he shouldn't be drinking. He shouldn't be topside. And most importantly, he shouldn't be drinking topside. He takes a deep breath, and opens the door and scans the room quickly, keeping an eye out for potential exits and shadows. He sees on particularly shady corner of the bar, and heads straight for it. Half way there he pulls his knit cap down further on his head and then quickly thrusts his hands into the pockets of his overcoat.*

Yo! Bartender! Double Jack. No ice. And keep'em comin'.
Hey, Bartender!

*He finally looks up and takes in the scene that lay before him*
*His jaw drops*
Great googly moogly.

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[otherwhiterider.livejournal.com]

For the record, that syllabic bug that was going around was not one of mine. Seemed more like Pollution's style, really, though I haven't seen him around here yet.
Nigeria's keeping me busy. Much appreciated change of pace, believe me. May as well have a drink while I'm here - I think a White Russian, this time...

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[young_tmriddle]

Post Milliways Entry

Lost and Found

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to clean out the Lost and Found box at Milliways again.

If any of the following belong to you, please claim your property, otherwise we'll have an auction, proceeds to go to the waitstaff's tip jar.

The contents of the box are as follows:

Five umbrellas, all black, with plastic handles
One bright pink umbrella with a duck's head handle Claimed by Mr. Fell
One mitten, green Claimed by Regulus
One elderly mobile telephone, number unknown
Two swords: One large Claymore sword, with Property of D McC written on it; One labeled Excalibur. Second glows faintly and makes an excellent nightlight.
Nineteen pairs of sunglasses of various styles and shapes. If not claimed these will be given to Delirium, who likes sunglasses.
One pair coke-bottle glasses in leather case
One journal bound in tan leather, locked Claimed by That Riddle Boy
Two soft toys: one Hello Kitty doll, small, one plush green snake beanie baby with "S.S." drawn in marker on the tag.
One bag butterscotch chews
Original Sin (in the form of a small tin of tuna) (hey, I don't ask, I'm just the barman) Claimed by the Morningstar
One Copper Police Badge, labeled AMCW #176
Keyring, four keys and "I Heart My Kitty" ornament
EightSix books, titles withheld for identification purposes
Small reddish stone, wrapped in brown paper, labeled "Do Not Open Under Any Circumstances This Means You Potter"
dressing gown, with A Dent on the tag

And no snitching what isn't yours.

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[aj_crawley]

*strolls in, looks around*

Hm. Not many people around right now. Don't see any of the more impressionable and easily-terrified mortals, either. So I don't think ayone'd mind if I just...

*concentrates, reverts closer to true form - different, but still recognisably Crowley*

*shirt splits along seams to accomodate huge black-feathered wings, nails elongate slightly into claws, hair becomes slightly longer, vague suggestion of scales on cheekbones and around hair-line, canines noticeably more pronounced, tongue forked*

Fuck that feelss good. My back wass itching like all buggery. Let me know if my wingss are in anybody'ss way.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post.

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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

Good evening.

Anyone care for a game?

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-Milliways

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*wanders in, looks around*

Well, Pemberley it is not, or even the Lambton inn, but it shall do.

Would someone be so kind as to show me to a basin of water? It was quite a walk to get here, and I encountered no little mud. I should dearly love a wash.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*examines an empty jar* Where did this go?

Chuchu, did you spike the absinthe?

*hums*

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[aj_crawley]

Aziraphale?

Let's never, never do that again.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Oh dear...

I appear to have misplaced my Shaw. Has anyone seen a red book anywhere?

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[young_tmriddle]

*appears with two large books in arms*
Door, are you here? Is it too late for that dinner?

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[iopenthings]

::enters, looking slightly nervous::

Could I have a glass of water, please?

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*sigh* It's wonderful here, but I really should be getting back to the battle
*checks supply of gold coins*
*sits down in booth*
Ah, another week, THEN I'll go. Bartender? I'll have a pot of tea - black - and a mug, please.

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[sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com]

Good even to all...
Is anyone even still about? I confess I should like to stay here this evening, if 'twould be possible. I cannot bear my cousin's joy in the face of my despair...

Barkeep, a large glass of your strongest, please...

A Challenge From Door

[iopenthings]

::A large hand-lettered sign has been placed on the wall next to the bar.::

( It Reads... )

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-Milliways post. Not up to the usual Shadow Play Girl standards, but I'm sleepy.

OOC:Upstairs in a room at Milliways

[sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com]

I cannot endure this.
Yet, I must. For the sake of my sweet cousin I must smile and play the contented betrothed while my heart breaks.
My cousin lives unblemished, for that I give thanks.
The honour of our family is restored, for that, I am equally grateful.
The evil man who nearly caused our ruin is closely mewed up and will no more blight our cheer, for that I do joy.
My cousin will marry the man she chose and live the life that is right for a lady of her breeding, for her I am glad.
But I am accursed. I who have rarely known an hour of sobs and sadness, now spend days prostrate on my bed, weeping for what I do not have. I, who always knew the courtesies done to me and who was willing to continue in the mould I made myself. Oh, I, who ne'er planned, nor wished, to debase myself into the yoke of matrimony, now find myself leashed to a man who loves me only in friendly kinship and will never live a moment unregretting of our union.
I once had hope, but now have none. My friendly, scornful pride hath deserted me like so much dust before a wanton ambling wind and I shall be broken.

What shall become of me?