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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley trudges in, head down. He's not in a good mood. He caused three major traffic accidents, destroyed several marriages, and incited a hospital worker's strike on the way here, but it hasn't cheered him up any. He collects a vodka on the rocks from the bar, and heads towards his usual table*

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[torollthedice.livejournal.com]

*Mat wanders downstairs from the guest quarters, stomach growling. Food and wine are in order, and soon. He only hopes that Moiraine isn't making more trouble.

He enters the room, refusing to look around for her, and moves straight to the bar. He places a coin on the counter.*

Wine, bread, and cheese.

*The food appears. Gathering it to himself, Mat sits upon a stool at the bar, and faces outward, surveying the room as he eats. Now that it's calmer, maybe he can actually have a look around.*

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*enters the room and heads for the bar*

*sees Mogget and nods at him with a smile of greeting, then notices the three people next to him. The girl and the young man seem on edge, and the man has an air of the Dark ghosting faintly about him. The woman's serenity, too, is taut, to an Old One's eyes.*

*Will's eyes narrow, and he changes course slightly to end up at the opposite end of the bar from the four of them. He looks for a bartender, stretching out his senses a bit to listen in on their conversation.*

[ooc: Will can overhear conversations across crowded rooms and such, if he's specifically trying to do so. It's an Old One thing.]

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth wanders downstairs, deep in thought. Her conversation with Dream the previous day had left her pondering much regarding her family and present situation. After spending so much time alone in her room, her thoughts seemed deafening. Music seemed a welcome distraction, with the added benefit of requiring her to be in the company of others.

She crosses the room to the piano, and seats herself. Poising her fingers over the keys, she begins to play, without noticing the specific song. It is just enough to have the activity. She continues her reverie as her fingers dance nimbly upon the keyboard.*

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[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

Hmmm mmm Hmm, hmmm mmmm mm mmmmmm mmmm hmm mmmm mmmmm.....

*Appears from the shadows by the deck door.*

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[not_descending]

*Anathema enters the bar, confused but refusing to show it.*

This isn't Newt's flat.

*She walks up to the bar and sits, looking around for a bartender. She doesn't really drink much alcohol, but she's thirsty anyway.*

Bartender? Water?

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[prettymaids]

*Dru wanders in and sits down at the bar, where she orders a Bloody Mary, which through the miracle of the servete spell, appears in front of her.*

Has anyone seen my Spike?

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine, moving uncertainly, walks from the site of chaos to the nearest table.

She sits down wearily and begins to rub her temples gingerly.*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*enters the bar, shoulders hunched and very carefully not looking at anyone. He orders a cup of tea and sits as far from the bar as possible*

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[locks_it_up]

(OOC: Post Milliways)

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[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*enters the bar, and waves at Tonks, miming an offer of a drink at her*

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*With all of the chaos occuring in the bar surrounding Tom Riddle and the mysterious woman in blue, Elizabeth had stopped playing the piano. It just didn't seem appropriate.

Tonks was right in telling her to stay behind. There was nothing she could have done. All she could do was retire to a corner table, away from the mess, and watch.

The dust had settled now, and still she sat, just staring off into space. She had nothing else to do, and she didn't want to be in the way if there were further difficulties.*

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

In watching the ruckus with Tom, Door, the new woman, and the rest of them, Luna fell asleep at her table. Such a strange girl, that one.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Post-Milliways Entry]

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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Post-Milliways, after the chaos.]

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*Doors are most definitely for other people. He's there again, seated at some small table out of the way and turned just enough to watch the room.*

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_applejack/]

*In a sudden flash of light, a pony appears in the middle of Milliways, surprisingly enough, not on the top of a table. The pony is orange with a yellow mane and tail, green eyes, freckles, and what appears to be a picture of apples on his flanks. He opens his eyes, looks around the nearly empty bar and grins.*

Well, whaddya know. It worked. Twilight is a gem among unicorns, she is.

*He grins once again and practically trots up to the bar, perching himself (rather precariously) on a stool. The bloody things were obviously not made for pony bottoms, but he'd adjust. Now, to see if what he'd heard about the bar was true.*

Bar, applejack, in a bowl, please.

*He looks pleasantly surprised when it appears, then proceeds in drinking*

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*comes downstairs looking refreshed and generally much more in control than he looked last night. Still limping slightly, he heads straight for the bar*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*after Hob goes, the Dream Lord broods again. But not quite as much as is his norm.*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur bounces into the bar with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her middle and her hair. She looks for some form of entertainment only to realize the bar is totally empty. She pops her head back into the kitchen and finds no one there either.*

( *The gears turn in her head and she grins wickedly...* )

Alwayz wanted to try that...

*Fleur stretches, once again clothed and dry, and giggles her way back up to her room.*

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[hal9000a.livejournal.com]

*HAL sits quietly behind the bar, exhibiting none of the frenzied activity with which he occupied himself last night. It its place, HAL seems to have acquired an additional attachment, comprised of two discarded Jack Daniels bottles, a bunsen burner, and a large tangle of surgical tubing. He is not singing. A new sign has been pasted to the top of the bar that reads, "DO NOT OPERATE THE ESPRESSO MACHINE AND THE TOASTER AT THE SAME TIME."

There are now forty-eight hours before a one hundred percent system failure of the kegging system. Please see to any necessary maintenance.

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[locks_it_up]

*she takes up her usual barstool*

Hi, bar. I'd like a coke, please.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks trips into the bar with all her usual grace. She makes her way over to the chalk board, and uses a Sticking Charm to post a notice.*

 

( The Notice Reads... )

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

::pokes her head in, looking for someone she knows, and pads over to the bar, wearing several sarongs tied at interesting angles::

A bottle of wine and two glasses, please? And dinner for two?

[OOC: Due to their mun actually doing something else, Door and Ophelia will not be in tonight, but will be back by 8 Eastern Time tomorrow night for the Lake Party]

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[wolfen-virtue.livejournal.com]

*Wolf takes in the bar as she enters silently. She stares a little too intently at the little horse, but quickly moves on to slip underneath a table.

Listening to the going-ons of the bar she contentedly gnaws on the chair-legs.*

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_applejack/]

*looks about warily at some of the patrons of the bar, then shrugs (or whatever the equivilant of shrugging is to a pony)*

Bar, another applejack. In a bowl. Please.

Going to have to figure out how I'm going to bloody pay for this stuff...

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

( (OOC: Post Milliways)) )

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur sways into the bar. She is now in a strapless red dress that is tight in all the right places. Her hair is partial up in a confection of curling loops. She clicks over to the bar in her stilettos and slides easily into her favorite stool.*

*Running her long nail over the bar top* Mmm, chere, vodka. Absolut. The bottle. Oui? *A bottle and a shot glass appear.* Merci!

*She eyes the slowly gathering crowd with only a slightly hidden mirth.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard finally emerges after the other night's rather stunning seduction. He's been unconscious for about 36 hours. He stumbles over to the bar, bowlegged and white as a sheet.*

Yikes. Food. *The bar does nothing. A glowing red eye focuses on him and stares.* FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. *The eye refocuses. Still nothing.* Tequila and food. Anything. Please?

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*he is, again, there. After reading the note he continues to stand near the bar, pondering*

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[not_descending]

*Anathema comes downstairs, orders a glass of water from the bar, and sits at a table near the bar. She pulls out a deck of cards she'd found in her room and starts laying out the pattern for solitaire.*

*softly* Well, this is just lovely.

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[clumsy_auror]

Oh, I think some serious drink is in order this evening. Firewhiskey on the rocks, please.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-nightmare.

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*enters, somewhat self-consciously, carring a runty-looking orange-ish kitten with enormous paws and a torn ear. He deposits the cat on a table and collapses into a chair. Hob and the cat regard each other solemnly.*

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[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*the Fool enters the bar and looks around muzzily. His skin is peeling slightly, and is perhaps a shade darker than before. His eyes seem to search for someone they cannot find*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph appears at the bar, seemingly out of no-where. As he unties a red bandana from his face, he orders a pint of Sam Adams*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*Death has an empty bottle of Vodka. Dream has an empty bottle of scotch. Both are weaving slightly on their chairs. Dream raises his shot glass and says*

Mortals. Go figure.

*and sings. He's got a surprisingly deep voice for such a skinny man*


If ever you are feeling like you're tired
And all your uphill struggles leave you headed downhill
If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you
And your appetite for pain has drinken its fill

I ask of you a very simple question
Did you think for one minute that you were alone
And is your suffering a privilege you share only
Or did you think that everybody else feels completely at home

Just wait
Just wait
Just wait
And it will come

Just Wait (Blues Traveler)

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

Luna, who had fallen asleep at one of the tables the day before, woke with a start.

She looked around agitatedly, eyes flickering from face to face. Her breath was quick, too quick, and she placed a hand on her heart to calm herself down.

Standing up, she walked to the bar and asked, "Bar? May I have some... tea, please?" She thanked it, as it appeared, and stopped. Her hands shook slightly, but her voice was steady, if a tad dreamy when she asked again, "Bar? I'd like something to read."

Taking the offered book, she sat down in front of her tea and looked at the cover. Grimms Fairy Tales? Hm. Anthy was interested in fairy tales.

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*Walks up to the bar, looking upset, and leaves a badly folded note labelled, in very large block capitals, DREAM.*

( the note. )

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[bellpeppersbeef.livejournal.com]

After a long day, one doesn't really care where a drink can be procured, merely that it can be. This couldn't be any more true to the rugged soul that makes his way inside, weaving past tables to draw a beeline for the bar proper.

Taking a seat, the man flips up his fedora, murmuring, "Barkeep? Find the drink that you wouldn't give your worst enemy... and give me a triple."