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[aj_crawley]

*strolls into Milliway's, notes with a delighted grin that one of tonight's specials is the Fire Ant*

*collecting one, he pauses briefly at the bar to talk to Sirius, before heading to his usual table*

Nobody's seen that Constantine guy around, have they? Send him my way if you do.

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[balletrat]

*The front door opens a little ways, and a scrawny girl with dirty blonde curls and a tutu hops in. She looks around, then emits a small squeak and falls back into a chair.*

Oh, merde - not more angels!

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Post Milliways,the House of Arch, Tom's Room

Post-Milliways entry

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Feeding the angel.

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[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*sits perched on barstool and sips a margarita, scanning the crowd for no one in particular, only some entertainment*

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::wanders aimlessly through the bar, leaving a small bouquet of jonquils on every table::

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

::Billy sits in a dark corner. He's mechanically flicking a lighter, the brief sparks illuminating his frown. His hands are shaking, and a muscle in his jaw is jumping as he grits his teeth::

FUCK!

::He slams the lighter back on the table and lowers his head, lacing his hands behind his neck- the lighter skids across the surface and onto the floor::

Fuck.

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

In Which Ophelia Goes To Sleep in an Insane Fashion

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Post Milliways, the morning after

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre Milliway's entry]

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*walks into Milliway's, looking slightly rumpled and tired*

*looks almost surprised to find himself at the bar*

Oh! A cup of tea, please?

Blah....

[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

*Luna totters away from her long conversation with Anthy, casting many looks behind as she goes*

*she heads towards the portrait of the dogs playing poker and MAGICALLY! vanishes and ends up here.

Goodnight, Milliways!

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-Milliways.

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[ms-nitt.livejournal.com]

(Perdita awakens to find a cittern leaning against the wall with her other instruments.

She has grown used to occurrences like this: in the weeks since she has taken the job of bar singer at Milliways, her collection has grown from her own somewhat battered guitar and the bar's piano to include a banjo, jew's harp, a Wheatstone concertina, a taiko drum, a trombone, a kalimba, (which seems to please the baboon who comes around sometimes)and a seven-foot-high classical harp.

She decides to take it somewhere quiet and learn its habits rather than try it in the somewhat thin-walled staff quarters, so, dressing quietly and tucking it under her arm, she wanders out the back door.

It's a lovely morning, and there seems to be a glint through the trees.... she wanders down and has her first glimpse of the lake! Quite lovely!

She sits by the lake and learns her way, rather quickly, around the cittern, picking out a few tunes. She sings one of her favourite ditties from home.

How different her life is now, from her life at home! She has changed. Perhaps not in manner; she still believes it her place to be polite, and capable, and not put herself forward. But in what she expected from life, yes. People here might be stranger than most, but they were interesting.
Agnes (her former self) was occasionally somewhat shocked by the bizarre goings-on here, but Perdita loved it.

The sun was warm; very warm. She decided to have a quick swim before going in for breakfast. She stripped down to her bloomers and camisole and prepared to dive into the lake, but hesitated.

AGNES would go swimming in bloomers and camisole.

Perdita removed all her clothing and jumped happily into the lake.

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[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*stumbles into the bar, rubbing his eyes and looking knackered*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry]

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::wanders in, compeltely nude but for the honeysuckle vines that hang down around her. She sits at the bar, humming to herself and untangling her dripping hair with a strange comb. When her fingers encounter a blossom, she plucks it a sucks the honey from the inside happily::

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[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

A well-rested Akane enters through the picture and walks up to the bar proper* A chocolate milkshake please.

In Which Peter Reflects on Some Newcomers to the Bar...

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter wakes up in the booth he'd been sharing with Mat Cauthron the night before. Mat is gone--most likely off gambling, since he seemed interested in games of chance. And in the green-eyed Lady.

Nice boy, but too tense. He's going to have to get over the conviction that all wizards are being poisoned by a taint on their own magic; there's too many wizards around here, some from back home, some not. And most cast spells as easily as they breathe.

He would have tried explaining to Mat that his friend's madness was most likely caused by psychological trauma or hereditary chemical imbalances, but the boy's vocabulary was too simple for that. His society is probably still at the swords-and-catapults stage, when the mad are regarded as touched by the forces of evil.

The woman who came with Mat, Moiraine, is most likely going to be a problem. She's accustomed to getting her own way to the point that she regards it as something she's entitled to do; she's used to interrogation, to asking questions that don't sound like questions and to deflecting questions of others; she's accomplished at the diplomatic form of lying that involves not quite telling all the truth; she's an aristocrat born, with the unconscious arrogance that so many born to wealth and privilege possess. She also has a magnificent poker face and a conviction that she is and should be in charge. That last idea is about to get a good battering--there are plenty of angels in this bar to whom no one listens on a regular basis.

Most troubling, she appears to be jumping to conclusions, equating Crups--the magical dogs wizards bred from pit bulls--with some supernatural beasts called Darkhounds and Voldemort, who was quite human before immortality spells warped him, with some being called "the Dark One."

He doesn't want to know what Moiraine would do to a man who spent so long in unwilling servitude to Voldemort.

He really doesn't want to know what Moiraine would do to the man who is trying to avoid becoming Voldemort.

Especially given how male wizards--or 'channelers'--are regarded on her world.

Yes, there's going to be trouble. He can feel it in his bones.

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur wanders downstairs in only a long tee-shirt. She is smug and smirking. As she reaches the bar proper, she stretches, revealing her stomach and thankfully underwear. She yawns and shows all fangs and forked tongue. Her eyes flash lazily as she takes in the other sleepy patrons.*

Salut, mes ami. I am too the kitchen. If anyone iz hungry, please, shout.

*She disappears into the kitchen, also hoping to find that polite horny fellow.*

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[itsajar.livejournal.com]

*Stumbles into the bar, his huge boots clomping like timpani. One wing is exposed through his torn and muddy cloak, limp, it rakes a line of potted plants near the entryway into chaos. The proud wingtips of his armor (see lj pic) is likewise bent and useless. Dragging himself, limping to the bar, his hood slides backwards as he turns his head upward, looking for the barkeeper.
His eyes are bandaged, and dried blood crusts on his face like a mask.*

*proudly cries*Death! DEATH! Where are you? I know you're here, hiding from the darkeness! DEATH! *Then softly, desperately* Why do you make me hunt you?

*cries softly to himself* So quiet. I can't hear the symphony. I can't see the glow...

*Slumps on the bar, then to the floor. A fine line of golden-red blood trails from his side onto the carpet, soaking into a brilliant, dark stain.*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur, topless, walks out of the bar to the lake, heedless of all the other patrons.*

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*yanks Billy into a chair, goes and fetches a fresh bottle of whiskey*

*pours silently, then -*

Tell me, was he about to rip out your throat, or was it the other way around? The barman doesn't approve of killing in this place.

*takes a small sip and looks curious*

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

*pops in by way of the portrait, and hears all the commotion outside*

What is going on out there... *wanders outside to check*

[OOC: Who is out there right now, besides Fleur?]

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*stumbles down from the back room, coming up to the bar just in time to see that the bar has been serving patrons while he was supposed to be doing so...and watches as a quite naked ophelia wanders off with her arms full of bottles*

Hmmm...this promises to be a fun evening...

*he calls out* Drinks, anyone? On the house while I'm at the bar!

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks in looking extremely at peace with the world, and meanders over to the bar for a drink; once obtained, she spots Crowley and weaves her way through the tables towards him*

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Sirius enters from the kitchen, carrying two plates which he sets on the bar before clapping his hands for attention*

Ladies and Gentlemen and other assorted beings, I'd like to announce the beginning of Happy Hour here at Milliways. Tonight's specials are -- urk, did someone bleed on the carpet in here? -- in the drinks category we just purchased some very nice wine, and fruit mixers are on special tonight. For eats, we have the usual deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some fish, at the request of one of our patrons. The grilled grouper sandwiches with fried green tomatoes appears to be some form of American dish, but I'm sure Gil will do it full justice.

Also, Perdita has acquired a cittern from somewhere, which is apparently some kind of stringed instrument and not a migratory bird as originally thought. She'd like to know if anyone has any special requests for music.

The Lake Party has been tentatively scheduled for Wednesday evening, just before sunset, to carry on into the wee hours of the morning. Food is free for those who come help pack it first, the beer will be cheap, and the lake should be perfect for swimming.

[ooc, if anyone has any major issues with Wednesday, please let me know -- it seems the best day all round.]

Dionysus will be in charge, please direct your questions to him; I'm going to have a light evening WHILE IN NO WAY ACTUALLY TAKING THE NIGHT OFF. Therefore you may NOT TRASH MY BAR. Is this understood?

Oh. Good.

Carry on then.

*picks up food and grabs two mugs of hot cider in addition, carrying them to a shadowy corner where Kassandra is waiting for him*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul is dressed as a circus ring master. A spot light (origins unknown) shines on him. He gestures to where the body was. He speaks to an unseen crowd.*

Come one, come all. Behold wonders beyond all imagination. All for a single dollar. See the blood! Hear the screams! Feel the fear! This way to The Egress!

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Instead of Milliway's entry]

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Anyone who cares to look (see OOC note below) will find Ophelia curled up under her table, naked, on a bed of thorned roses, bleeding from a myriad of tiny cuts. She is rocking back and forth, whimpering to herself, a mantra...::

I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry....

[OOC: You may find Ophelia if (a) You know where her table is (eg: Peter and Meg) (b) You're friends with her and decide your character has a motive for looking, or (c) You "happen to" sit at her table. Thankyouverymuch.]

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[true_desire]

*Desire walks into the bar, half turning around in the doorway to cast one last glance at the madness that is drunken naked karaoke outside*

*Humming to itself, Desire finds an unoccupied table to patron-watch and grin to itself, insufferably pleased*

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[beastlybeauty.livejournal.com]

*A young girl enters and looks around. There seems to be a distinct lack of violence and she sighs in releif. She goes up to the servete*

A wine please. *She places her money down and the drink appears*

Thanks. *She scans the room*

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[beastlybeauty.livejournal.com]

*The young woman notes a goodlooking young man sitting at a table with some others. He has lovely bright eyes. She finishes her wine. It is a pity that she only has time for one drink, as she would very much like to talk to him.

She resolves to introdce herself the next time that she is in.

She stands up with a longing sigh, and exits*

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*walks back into the bar from outside, fully clothed, and carrying a blanket-wrapped Ophelia in his arms. He carries her back to one of the unoccupied rooms and returns, walking over to sit with Door and Luna*

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::Ophelia walks through the bar, completely naked, bleeding from hundreds of tiny scratches. She starts from a table in the very back of the room, heads past the bar and through the kitchen, towards the lake, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.::

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[mogget_cat]

*a small, white cat appears. He looks around at all the bar's patrons, mildly bored*

Well, at least it's still here. No reason to stay at the House if no one's there to catch me fish.

*he snatches a piece of napkin on the floor and stuffs it into the bell on his collar, effectively keeping it from being able to ring*

There now, no worries of narcolepsy.

*the cat wanders forward and jumps up onto the bar itself*

A lady named Kassandra mentioned yesterday that I should ask the bar for a fish.

A fish, please, salmon if you've got it.

Drunken Karaoke

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

[OOC: This is a continuation of somewhere over here, because we're all horribly confused. It is drunken karaoke, with naked chicks. Come join in.]

::Ophelia returns from her swim cleaned off, though her myriad cuts are still slowly oozing blood. She hums softly to herself as she gets out of the water and rejoins Luna, Fleur, and Akane on the shore::

ETA: This thread is very definitely NC-17. Read at your own risk.

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::enters, still stark naked, although no longer blood streaked, and leans somewhat blearily on the bar, a cigarette dangling from one hand::

Bartender! We need... wine. More of it. A great deal of it. Now!

::tosses a huge bouquet of full-blown roses onto the bar::

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*walks into the bar*

*blinks at the naked girl*

Er. Wow.

*shakes himself a bit, and continues over to the bar. He perches on a stool and looks around for a bartender*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*arrives, and takes in the naked women with a raised brow*

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*stumbles into the bar area with severe bedhead, rubbing his eyes, and shouts into the general chaos.*

Look, you lot! I'm trying to sleep, and there're a lot of loaded bints doing the lambada in and out the door! Who's their ringleader, and how can she be killed?

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[aj_crawley]

*saunters in, looking remarkably upbeat for a demon*

Must be early - there's hardly anyone around. If anyone sees Constantine, tell him I have something for him. I always pay my debts. I'll either be at my usual table, or out by the lake.

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-Milliways Post

Light the barman, bring out the UST

 

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

*enters bar from kitchen. Is dripping with what appears to be tomato soup and has half a buttered roll stuck on each horn tip*

I don't care what he used to be but he's certainly no angel now!

*voice cracks a little hysterically*

I can take the sarcasm and the name calling and the sneers but this...

*licks soup off top lip*

...is bloody good soup and shouldn't have been wasted!

*reaches over bar to find the baseball bat and storms back out into the kitchen*

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[gramarye1971]

*quietly enters, dressed in a tweed suit and starched white shirt, carrying a sheaf of papers in a leather folder tucked under one arm*

*approaches the bar* Claret, please. A '55 Haut Brion if you have it, though the '61 would be fine.

*accepts the glass and samples it cautiously, then turns and raises an eyebrow at the undressed young women roaming about the place*

Rather busy at the moment, it seems. *takes another sip, and opens the folder to examine the papers*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*waters the roses with Chuchu, fully clothed*