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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways entry

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[veryvorkosigan]

*A tall woman with (slightly silvered) roan-red hair, dressed in a plain grey knit shirt and leggings, enters the bar and looks around in some bemusement. Her gaze crosses the room, pausing on the winged figures and the bipedal turtle.

Her brows kink slightly, and she moves towards the bar, sidestepping any conversations in her path. She seats herself at the bar, crossing her bare feet at the ankle, and leans forward to try to catch the attention of the pale, dark-haired brother-and-sister pair beside her.*

Excuse me. Can you tell me where I am?

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[job26.livejournal.com]

*Ambles casually through the front door. Behind him, wisps of dark-grey fog swirl from his boots in his wake. He takes of his tri-corner, moves to a small 3-chair table near the bar and removes a long pipe from his sleeve. Packing it from a worn leather bag, the pipe lights itself. He draws deep on the pipe, then loses himself in earthy, almost rose-scented smoke. Putting a booted foot up in one of the other chairs, he leans back a bit*


Much, much better.

Bartleby in his room

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Waking up, whimpering rawly, from his nightmare, it hits with the crash of a moving car, and suddenly Bartleby realises. He remembers. He... he pulled a gun. He shot Ingress.

He curls into a tight ball under the covers, and screws his dry eyes shut, trying desperately to get rid of the memories and the nightmare, which are merging and twining around him, insiduously slipping into his brain.

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[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*approaches a locked door*

Bartleby?

*rattles the handle*

Bartleby? Angel, are you there?

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[capt_angie]

*the door of opens and in walks a pretty dark skinned girl. her long black hair is in thin braids and she's wearing tight black leather trousers, a matching, midriff baring black leather halter neck top, and shoes with impossibly thin four inch heels. she looks around and sighs*

Merlin, it's dead in here isn't it?

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will makes his way through the room*

*He sees no bartender, but he's learned that that's irrelevant here. He heads for the bar, towards the Dream-Lord and another who has the feel of an Endless, and a regal woman with copper-grey hair*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard turns back to the bar, bemused and drunk*

Uh. I know I can ask for anything, so... Can I have a room, please?

*A key materializes on the bar. Bernard grins.*

Thanks.

*He takes one last look at Fleur, and disappears up the stairs.*

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

A slim, elegant-looking man walks into the bar. He is wearing a grey suit, and carries an expensive-looking overcoat; his eyes are grey, and one is protected by a monocle, under sleek pale straw-coloured hair.

Hello, hello then, this is...
... not the Egotist's Club.

One eyebrow arches slightly. He turns around.

Bunter? Bunter?

There is no reply. Sighing, he turns back to the bar.

I appear to have lost my way. And my valet. How disconcerting. Still, this looks like...

His eyes fall on some of the more unique denizens of Milliways.

... an interesting place.

He seats himself smoothly.

Brandy, please.

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[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: Post/Pre-Milliways]

*Cordelia reappears, looking simultaneously annoyed and delighted, which is a neat trick if you can do it.*

Well ... that seems to work.

Not that I've any idea how, but ...

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[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*sits in the corner, methodically shredding clover and frowning*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre Milliway's entry]

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[aj_crawley]

*inasmuch as a demon can breeze, Crowley breezes into the bar, collects a half-bottle of the house white, and seats himself at his usual table. His neck is killing him, but he's had a productive day (tinkering with the servers of an internet blogging service), his remiges are almost entirely regenerated, and, well... he's just in a good mood*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*wanders into the bar looking decidedly cheerful, and orders a glass of white wine from the bar, going to join Crowley*

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[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*walks into the bar, orders a pint of cider, and looks for Tonks.

Who is sitting with an angel and a demon. And a very pale woman. Who looks... odd.

He walks over, warily*

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

Luan yawned and stood up, a bit unsteadily. She walked over to the House of Arch portrait quickly, because if she dallied like normal, she might fall asleep on her heels. Luna was definitely not going to fall asleep on a table again. Her back might never forgive her.

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Rather than returning upstairs after getting her glass of water, Elizabeth decided to remain downstairs and watch the entertainment that was Lord Morpheus and Lady Tere's drunken revel.

She took a seat in a booth, and made herself comfortable. Lounging comfortably, she watched the proceedings with great amusement.*

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*A bloke runs into a bar. He is covered with scraps and stains of muck and garbage, that have been hastily brushed off his clothing to no avail. He looks as though he has recently been pitched into a rubbish skip -- which, in fact, he has.*

*He looks around and sees the nearly empty bar.*

FUCK!

*He goes up to the bar*

Bar? A room, if you don't mind. If the one I had before is free, that'll do. I need a frigging bath.

*room key appears on the bar*

Thanks. *he turns toward the stairs, then turns back*

Um, can I have a change of clothes as well? And a piece of paper and a pen? Thanks.

*clothing appears, including a clean trenchcoat. Also a piece of stationery watermarked with an ornate "M" and a lovely fountain pen*

*John sits on a bar stool and writes a note. When he's done, he folds the note in half, licks his finger and runs it along the edges, mumbling as he does so to magically seal the note*

*Before he heads up the stairs, clean clothing in hand, he pins the note to the noteboard*


*The note reads:*
( TO LADY DEATH )

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

*walks into the bar, clutching his guitar*

*sees Lucifer, and walks over*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry]

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways entry]

*saunters into the room to retrieve some food and clean clothes from the bar, trying only marginally successfully to hide a grin*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*as he left, so does he arrive. Simply there; doors are for other people. The dream lord looks at the bar, shudders just a bit, and takes a seat with an empty glass.*

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter stumbles down to the bar, yawning, stretching, and looking sleepy; he is barefoot, wearing mauve silk pyjamas and tying the belt on his tassled dressing-gown. He still looks utterly sleek, as though he has just stepped out for an evening at the theatre.

Bunter, I say, I did want to be woken a bit before the shine was completely worn off the --

He is not in his drawing-room. Realisation dawns.

Now look here, I was sure I had a brandy and spoke to a lovely young woman and then went home, what's this all about?

Finding no answer, Peter goes to the bar and unabashedly sits down.

Barman....Barman?

Peter sighs, and looks up and down the length of the room, taking in the familiar bottles and glasses and the unfamiliar machines of various sorts behind the bar.

Is it serve-yourself in this place, then? I don't mind makin' my own coffee, but a chap likes to know.

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur glides down the stairs now dressed as a Roman goddess. Her hair is tied back and curled in the traditional noble Roman woman fashion. The cream shift is clipped to her shoulders with plain and understated pins which match the dangling gold earrings in her ears. She gathers up her skirts and pads bare foot over to the bar.*

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*John wanders downstairs. He looks much cleaner than he did before. He is wearing the new, clean trousers and white dress shirt provided by the bar -- both, by the way, of far higher quality than he usually wears -- but he is sans tie, jacket or, incredibly, trenchcoat (which may well be a sign of the apocalypse in and of itself).*

*He looks around the bar, sees his note is still on the board, and sighs.*

*Then he hears a commotion in the kitchen and heads over there to check things out.*

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[locks_it_up]

*she's still humming 'Jersey Girl' when she saunters in*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*after the conversation with Hob, he stalks off to some gloomy patch of the lake. It fits his mood.*

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[sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com]

*Beatrice stands by the edge of the lake in the glow of the setting sun. She watches the others cavort in the water and on the shore and wishes desperately that she could join them. She hugs herself and wonders if it hurts to drown...*

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[pubdog.livejournal.com]

*Walks into the bar looking incredibly cheerful and incidentally well-groomed.*

Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted nongendered ethereals, welcome to Milliways' Happy Hour. It's a little earlier than usual because tonight we've arranged a picnic party out back, at the lake behind the bar. You're all invited to attend; the usual special happy-hour prices apply, just order from the bar and you'll be served.

We do hope you'll come out back and have a cold one with the rest of us, however. *winks* There may be skinny-dipping later, or so I'm told.

[For the sake of space, shifting scene here.]

Behind the bar and beyond the scrubby paved lot is a glittering lake, glowing slightly in the light of the setting sun. At the far end, a giant squid is sunning itself; near a little grassy hill next to a small patch of dirt-sandy beach, small waves ripple up and lap at the feet of those already lounging with their drinks and sandwiches. Dozens of lawn chairs, loungers, picnic benches and tables are arranged haphazardly, and fairy lights are strung everywhere. In addition, a bonfire is going, with the promise of freshly grilled steak in the offing.

The water is cool and clear and deep, perfect for diving and swimming. As for the rest, there is food, conversation, a nice view, and a phonograph with a pile of records next to it.

Sirius walks into the crowd, stopping to bend and have a word with people occasionally, and grins at Gil as he takes a bottle of Harp's from a bucket of ice near an enormous pile of paper-wrapped sandwiches of every kind imaginable.

"Great job, Gil," he says with a grin, and then waves to Regulus, who is laying out several large cuts of raw meat, while looking around for Kassandra's cream-coloured chiton in the crowd.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks enters the bar, which is mostly deserted now that the lake party has begun. She leaves a satchel prominently on the corner of the bar, where it can't be missed. A note is pinned to the outer flap, and addressed to Ophelia.*

 

( The Satchel )

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[hal9000a.livejournal.com]

*HAL busies himself about the bar, several limbs methodically cleaning everything in his immediate area, and several others sliding coffee of various types down the bar to any patron who hasn’t requested it. There is new laminate that’s been placed over the warning over the espresso machine and the toaster, and the whole is now illuminated by a tiny spotlight. He seems amused. Marvin Gaye’s "Pride and Joy" plays just a little too loudly on the bar’s PA system.

There are now twenty-four hours before 100 percent failure of the bar’s kegging system. I do not recommend waiting for the component to fail prior to seeing to repair or replacement.

Elric searches for answers...

[elric-kinslayer.livejournal.com]

*as Elric sits and contimplates his next move he realies that he can't remain here forever*

"I must continue my quest, the lords of Chaos have for too long played me for fool. I am Elric lord of Melnibone and master of my own destiny. This lady who seems to be two people holds a key and I must pursue her."

*Elric approaches the empty bar and as if it would attack him cautiously says*

"Bar... can I ask that someone give message to the fair lady Dizzy?"

*the bar doesn't answer*

"This is getting me nowhere... I shall have to resort to more arcane means"

*As Elric prepares himself to cast a summoning spell*

"If only I knew how to get in touch with this woman..."

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[prettyinpinkand.livejournal.com]

A tall, slim figure leans against the door, managing to have perfect posture while still achieving the image of a lazy comfort with her surroundings. She approaches the bar, being careful to swing her hips with each step so as to achieve the maximum effect. The woman parts her cherry-tinted lips and coos in a voice as sweet as honeydew, 'Barkeep, a glass of milk. Low-fat, no cream. Actually, make it clear.'

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*stands in the doorway looking out at the lake party. He's holding His Imperial Majesty Nebuchadnezzar King of Babylon and petting him absently.*

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[pirate_jack]

*Jack strolls into the bar, whistling casually, and looks surprised at how empty it is. Following the noise, he suddenly stops in his tracks.*

Why didn't anyone tell me that there was a place to sail around here?!?

*He races out the door towards the lake.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*having circled the lake to some point away from the revels Dream watches the night sky*

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*enters and catches sight of the group in the corner - his eyebrows lift a little and he smiles*

*orders a glass of Chianti from the bar and sits there, content to watch*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Now - baskets?"

*rat bounces excitedly and points*

squeak

"Red and white checked tablecloths? they are the only kind for picnics."

squeak

"huge amounts of greaseproof paper"

squeak

"Right - now all we have to do is pack the food in the baskets."

squeak

*rat and faun look around at the mountins of food and sigh*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur wanders away from the crowd, for once content to not cause chaos and general sexual subtext. She concentrates for a moment then steps out onto the lake. She walks across the surface of the water, giggling all the way. Throwing her arms above her head with a deep breath, she dives into the lake.*

*She lingers under the water for several long minutes then breaks the surface as a full veela. She soars high above the lake before folding her wings around her body and dropping back into the water with a massive splash.*

*Fleur surfaces again, slowly pulling herself up to stand on the now calm surface. She runs her fingers over her hair and it loses it style and hangs in long wet tresses past her shoulders. She stands there over the water, staring quietly up at the rising moon.*

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[sweet-beatrice.livejournal.com]

*Beatrice walks back up from the lake with purpose in her step. She slips into the bar proper and checks to be sure that no one is there.*

Bar, I would have of thee one last favour. Please, a sharp knife.

*Carefully, she slits her wrists and ( falls to the floor )

*

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[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia emerges from the bar to the lakeside, wearing an elegant beige dress and a matching bolero jacket embroidered in a fine net of silver. Her hair is twisted into a complicated knot at the nape of her neck.*

Well. This looks ... remarkably pleasant.

*She makes her way toward the sandwiches.*

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[locks_it_up]

*she walks with John around the lake in the dying sunlight, some way away from the rest of the party, hands shoved in her pockets*

I have to say that I'm having a hard time picturing you in a band.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks in. He looks around the empty bar in mild confusion, then remembers the lake party. He makes his way through the room to the open door, and pauses briefly in the doorway, looking at the crowd of people*

Oh, super!

*heads for the party*

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[lyra_silver]

*comes downstairs in a slightly thinner tartan skirt and blouse than she usually wears, followed, per usual, by Pantalaimon* Am I late to the... *stares at the bloody body in the center of the bar*

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[gramarye1971]

*stalks into the mostly empty Milliways, cocked hat slightly askew and the coat-tails of his Royal Navy uniform fluttering behind him*

*brusquely, to the bar* Sherry. Dry. Neat.

*takes the glass as it appears, has a quick sip and then tosses back the remaining contents in a single fluid motion*

*sets the glass down on the bar, adjusts his hat to sit properly on his head, tugs at the cuffs of his uniform coat and smoothes down his white waistcoat*

*to the bar* Once more, and this time I would prefer something that actually tasted as if it came from Andalucia. I did not come all the way from Bombay to have a second-rate amontillado.

*takes the second glass and follows the same routine, a small sip and then a swift emptying of the glass*

*puts the empty glass down* Better. At least it should be enough to put up with the Governor-General's asinine dinner-party conversation.

*turns on his heel and stalks away without a word or a glance at anyone, leaving a vague odour of gunpowder and sea salt lingering in his wake*

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[true_desire]

*Desire joins the party -- But then, perhaps it's been there all along.*

[ OOC: Sorry, folks, work thing ran late else I'd have been here playing madly earlier. ;) ]

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[phish-whiskasom.livejournal.com]

*Edges in*.

*Nervously fingers collar on neck*

*Realises is still wearing the stupid thing in human form*

*Removes collar and sits abruptly on bar stool*.

Damn Those Doors

[prince-rupert.livejournal.com]

*In the nearly empty bar, a door slams open, to be quickly filled with Prince Ruperts form, two sacks over his shoulder, his breathing heavy. Hurriedly he slams the door behind him, breathing heavy, eye closed.*

Sorry I'm late Julia, i had a few things to.... *His one good eye opens, blinking repeatedly in shock* ..attend...to...?

*Blink blink. Wow. Wait. He spins, hand on the door, throwing it open... and stares slack jawed at the mops and other cleaning supplies within.* Julia? Dragon? Oh, this is not good. *Lets the door close behind him.* Not good at all.

*One hand drifts up and back to the sword resting there, eye scanning the room for sign of threat.*

[OOC: fleeing the monster thread of doom]

[smallangryangel.livejournal.com]

What was THAT for?

*Michael spins to confront his attacker, and is surprised to find it a cow.*

Let me guess. You can TALK.

SKINNY DIPPIN TIME! :D

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

A howl rises up out of the talking, laughing, flirting crowd -- a low-pitched but loud howl, primal. Not rage or sorrow; it sounds vaguely like wolves on the hunt. Pleased. Almost a call to arms.

Sirius is at the heart of it, baying at the waxing moon, laughter in his eyes; his shirt is unbuttoned and his tattoo seems to pulse with each howl.

He whoops at the end of the last one and begins to run barefoot, Kassandra half a step behind him; his shirt flies away as it did the first time he saw the lake, and he flips off the rock precipice that rises a few feet above the deep water, diving clean. Kassandra, no less nimble, an island girl at heart, dives after him.

Others are already running to do the same by the time they hit the water; by the time her chiton and his jeans have been tossed up on the rocks, they are not alone in the moonlit lake.

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Lady Tere walks into the bar and notices Beatrice sleeping on the couch with Lord Peter Wimsey in a chair next to her. She nods to him, and gently strokes Beatrice's hair, hearing that Beatrice's music has not stopped, Tere smiles softly and wanders to the center of the room. She waves her hand and a spotlight hits her. Her casual attire has vanished and she is garbed in a slinky black beaded sheath. She hits center and sings...*

In the beginning
There was the cold and the night
Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light
Man was triumphant
Armed with the faith and the will
That even the darkest ages couldn't kill

Too many kingdoms
Too many flags on the field
So many battles, so many wounds to be healed
Time is relentless
Only true love perseveres
It's been a long time and now I'm with you
After two thousand years

This is our moment
Here at the crossroads of time
We hope our children carry our dreams down the line
They are the vintage
What kind of life will they live?
Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?

Sometimes I wonder
Why are we so blind to fate?
Without compassion, there can be no end to hate
No end to sorrow
Caused by the same endless fears
Why can't we learn from all we've been through
After two thousand years?

There will be miracles
After the last war is won
Science and poetry rule in the new world to come
Prophets and angels
Gave us the power to see
What an amazing future there will be

And in the evening
After the fire and the light
One thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the night
Time is relentless
And as the past disappears
We're on the verge of all things new
We are two thousand years...

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[prettymaids]

*Drusilla wanders outside to the lake, dressed from head to toe in black, complete with satin gloves, and a black lace veil, to protect herself from the setting sun. she wanders aimessly over to the shade to sit and watch the madness ensue*

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*The kitchen door creaks open, and John peeks around to see that the bar is practically empty. Quickly, giggling like kids, he and Death dash across the room and up the stairs.*

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[prettyinpinkand.livejournal.com]

Barbie slinks into a seat by the bar, cooly taking in her surroundings and the other patrons. She is slightly tired from an exhausting day of wandering from conversation to conversation. The nights and days of a social butterfly such as she never truly ended.

(no subject)

[everett-mcgill.livejournal.com]

The lights of the freight carrier fade into the distance as Everett brushes himself off and looks around his new surroundings. He shrugs, pats his hair carefully, and walks into the foyer of the glittering bulding before him. To his left is a bar -- ah, familiar. Hooking his thumbs in the pocket of his overalls, he strolls in and leans against the polished wood of the door frame.

"Say, uh, there happen to be any sort of shall-we-say sentient life -- human or otherwise, though I don't know what to be expectin' here at the rugged fringes of apparent civilization -- that could go about getting me some kinda intoxicatin' liquor?"

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*After returning the key to Bartleby's room to Sirius, Elizabeth weaves slowly through the crowd. Her conversation with Bartleby had not gone well at all, and it was beginning to grow late. She would have to leave soon. Her room had been tidied, and what few belongings she had were arranged neatly. She would not be able to take them with her. There was little left for her to do, but say goodbye.

She was not hungry, so she simply obtained a glass of wine from a nearby supply, and found herself a comfortable seat from which she could watch the rest of the partygoers. There were people bathing in the lake, but she did not especially wish to join them. She sipped her wine slowly, telling herself that the longer the wine lasted, the longer she would be able to stay at Milliways.*

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[prince-rupert.livejournal.com]

*Shakes his head and approaches the bar, idly tapping the counter top, peering around behind it.* Er, barkeep? *Hopefully* anyone with any kind of responsibility or informative capability?

(no subject)

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*staggers up to the door, looking exceedingly drunk and not a little confused.*

Bartleby in his room

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

By this time, Bartleby has tried everything he can think of on the lock. It won't budge. He's started pacing, his wings twitching. There is nothing to do other than think about what he is, what he's done. He shakes his head violently, trying to knock the memories loose, and unfurls his wings.

It takes him a moment to realise why they feel different. He's... he's been clipped.

[OOC: Waiting for muddypetticoats]

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Lurks in the door way of the nearly empty bar, watching the lake party and sulking. There are far too many people having far too good a time for him to have any fun at all. He turn to the bar and produces a penny from thin air. Hurling it at the serving spell, he angrily demands:*

The one thing I can never have!

*He waits. He watches. After a moment, when nothing happens, he turns away.*

(no subject)

[pubdog.livejournal.com]

The first out of the water, as the first in, are Sirius and Kassandra; he looks stunned and very wet, helping get his shirt around her shoulders to preserve her decency, while he fumbles with his trousers, ignoring the hoots and laughter of those in the lake. She seems...happy.

The cooking-fire Regulus cared for so assiduously is warm embers now, perfect for sitting near to dry off, casting a deep red glow on the ground and anyone nearby. Shadows flicker over the chairs, the benches, the small hills and tree trunks, a thousand places a person -- two people -- could hide away from the world. Even if they had wings, say, or horns.

Sirius is content to sit in the firelight, speaking softly with Kassandra as the others climb out, one by one, and begin drying off, foraging for drink, or food, or warm clothing in the darkened fields.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley meanders into the bar, hands in his pockets. For the first time since the fight with Bartleby, his wings are not unfurled. He doesn't need to keep them out, now that the bullet-holes have healed, and the remiges have finished regenerating. He looks around the empty bar, confused, before remembering that there's a party out by the lake tonight. He leaves his jacket draped over a chair, and heads out to join them*

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar wearing a new purple maternity dress with a snowflake pattern. Despite an air of sadness, she is looking happier and more . . . content than she has in a long time. She approaches the bar*

It's good to be back; I wonder how long I was gone . . . *looks around* Hey, where is everyone?

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph exits the lake still mildly fuming over his defeat to Cap'n Mammal, as he's going to now refer to her. She's an infuriating blend of Leo and Casey he just can't handle. He really should have known better. He's never actually won a round of Insult Alphabet. Somehow no matter what he does he always ends up with X.
He wanders around the lake looking for where he left his sweater and beer. His entire wardrobe is still sopping wet, and will remain so until he finds somewhere to hang it.

What he'd really like at this point in time, is somewhere to hang his clothes, sit, and just drink his beer. In the distance he sees exactly what he's looking for. A great big tree with some nice long lower branches just the right height to hang clothing on, but not low enough that he can't sit under.*

*No one ever expect a sneak attack, but years of training give him a bit of an edge.*

ALRIGHT. SHOW YOURSELF! *he says to what ever just tried to hit him. As the next branch swings for his head, it's slowly dawning on him that it's the tree itself.*

crap.