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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks in and heads for the bar, looking around the room for familiar faces as he does so*

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::Jane enters the bar in her running outfit, with her Polaroid in tow. From the looks of things, she has not had a very good day.
She sits down at the bar and notices Marty - oh, no, not another one. She's only just recovered from the last person from a movie. At least this one was much better, in her opinion. She leaves him alone and tries to decide what to order tonight::

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth enters the crowded bar from the picture portal, and looks around. She does not see Peter anywhere immediately at hand, and sighs. She had hoped to get through the conversation while she still had the nerve. No matter. It must be done eventually, and fretting will not make it happen sooner, nor more easily. Best to remain in company, and endeavour to enjoy herself until then.

She walks over to the bar and claims a glass of wine and a plate of fruit, before scanning the room again, looking for a familiar or amiable face, someone to pose company. She keeps a careful eye out for Desire. She would prefer to avoid the Endless at all costs.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*he fades into his seat, glancing about the bar for familiar faces and nodding if he sees them*

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

*Luna walks in, smiling smugly, before she settles herself down at the bar*

Butterbeer? Thank you. *sips quietly while watching the pub and wonders what happened in the days that she was gone*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard wraps a rag hurriedly around his bleeding hand and stalks away from the bar abruptly. His face is set and he has two angry red spots on his cheeks. He shoots Fleur an accusatory look before disappearing into the staff corridor.*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton heads over to the staircase. On his way up, he pauses, and announces to the bar, "If anybody sees Raph, tell him I'm looking for him, okay?"

He turns and heads up the rest of the staircase, not waiting for a response [ooc: though if somebody responds, he can stop climbing the stairs and answer.]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes back to the bar, pale and calm. He speaks directly to the bar*

Bar, can you give each of these letters to the people to whom they're addressed, please?

*He sets the letters on the bar and they are absorbed into the wood.*

Thank you.

*Bernard turns and surveys his home. The riotous activity suits him; he'll miss it. He squares his shoulders and walks to the front door, his hand hovering just above the doorknob. He doesn't even know if this will work. He never wanted to leave before.

He sighs, turns the knob, and steps out into the night.*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine suddenly rises from her conversation with Anthy, looking stricken.*

*Moving with great haste, she crosses the bar and vanishes upstairs.*

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[thedarkenedhalf.livejournal.com]

* He appears to have slipped out of nowhere and stalks over to the bar. For the past days he has been doing as he always does... Observing, listening and calculating. Taking a seat at the bar he glances at it - and his surroundings - with a vague air of suspicion; perfectly aware of the absurdity of talking to furniture... *

"...Bar, a clean glass of water." * He now looks about sharply, eyes narrowed * "Please."

* When the glass and water materialize, his expression can only be described as one of faint amusement . . . *

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley enters the bar, looking significantly better rested than the last time he was here. He's not limping any more, and despite the slight stiffness of his movements, there is a grin on his face. He orders an apple martini and settles himself at his usual table, idly flexing his still-dusty wings and then wincing at the protest of sore muscles*

In front of the main door of the bar.

[mnt_raph]

*The sound of Fleur crying can be heard throughout the bar, or maybe Raph just thinks that because it's happening right next to his ear. Her arms are tightly wrapped around his neck, and the majority of her weight is being held up by his left arm. The right is attempting to reach into a pocket of his cargo pants. It'd be a funny sight, it if all wasn't so damn tragic. After a moment of fumbling, Raph successfully retrieves the leather climbing claws. He opens the door before slipping them over his hands, and exits the bar still carrying a hysterical Fleur. Before the door closes completely he can be heard saying*

Hold on.


*thus exit Fleur and Raph*

just popping in

[tyler-and-me.livejournal.com]

tyler swaggers in smoking a cigarette. he's wearing a red leather jacket over a shirt that reads 'hustler.'

Hey bartender, how about a beer? Something home-brewed.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*walks in and goes to the bar, ordering a glass of white wine before joining Crowley*

(no subject)

[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*walks into the bar, singed*

Water, please. Lots of water.

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[alexei61.livejournal.com]

*Alex emerges from still-unconcious Mulder's room, walks downstairs to bar*

Coffee, bar. Black.

*waits as coffee appears in front of him, turns, goes back upstairs*


(OOC: I'll be mostly afk until sunday morning. Double shift tonight, regular shift tomorrow night. bleh.)

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[mnt_raph]

*The front door opens slowly, so as to make as little noise as possible. Raph enters wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a white button down shirt, and his black boots. The hockey mask is still resting on the top of his head. He cases the pub, and only after he's sure that there is no sign of Bernard, he makes his way to the bar proper.*

Coffee. Black.
*his stomach rumbles*
And a couple of English muffins.

*the food and drink appear, and Raph begins to eat*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton wanders into the bar, and looks for familiar... and unfamiliar... faces. After the two-second encounter with Human Raph last night, he's still very shaken, and nightmares about Aeryn aren't helping.

He wanders up to the bar and, despite the early hour, orders a beer. The damned thing delivers a margarita.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Strolls through the front door, humming softly under his breath.*

Ah, back in milliways, the best place to be.

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter peers over the edge of the banister, cautiously, before entering the bar proper. The delightful if rather unbalanced Frenchwoman of the night before seems to have vanished, and her erstwhile suitor as well. He crosses to the bar and orders a sandwich, then produces a small flip-top notebook of the sort policemen often carry.

Bar, I would like an egg please.

No response from the bar.

My apologies. An egg, raw, still in the shell. Quite right, old man; precision in all things.

He pats the bar as an egg appears. Then, as if this were quite an everyday thing, he tosses the egg in the air and watches it splatter on the bar. After a moment of contemplation, he begins measuring, with a pocket-tape-measure the spread of egg-white that was made on impact, as well as the diameter of the (now broken) yolk, as well as carefully diagramming it in his notebook.

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[be-holden.livejournal.com]

Damn Fleur and Bernard are making me crazy. I haven't seen either one of them yet today. It feels kind of like when my parents are fighting, which of course they don't do. I mean they argue - but not in front of us kids. Like we don't know what is going on. Phoebe always knew even when she was teensy. She'd aks me why Daddy was angry with our Mother and I wouldn't have noticed a damn thing. Except I noticed Bernard glaring at Fleur flirting with Mr. Poncy British Guy.

I wonder how old Phoebe is doing? I can only hope that all this crazy stuff really is happening "outside of time" and no one knows I'm gone. My parents would be having kittens if they think I've run away again and Phoebe will be really mad.



*Puts hand on bar and a note appears, which he reads, and then shoves in his pocket.*




Goddam it I just can't count on anyone. It's all Fleur's fault. Why can't she leave him alone or just - just be happy with one person. Sex demon my ass. That is just a goddam lameass excuse.

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat walks downstairs from the room he was sharing with Armand and David, and orders a mulled wine. He does not seem to drink the wine, but rather to enjoy its heat and fragrance. The astute observer would notice that he seems happier in the bar than he was a few days ago, but to the two men who caused this change of heart, he would not show such emotion. They know, anyway. For now though, he is content in his own company, he pulls a book out of the corner of his frock coat, and begins to ( read. )

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*Ginny smiles as she sits back and starts to write in her Diary and smiles about what has happened to her here she starts to write About the time she has spent at the bar dipping her quill in the ink. Then she starts to write as she sips her Cherry coke that she has grown fond of in just the first Glass. She finishes her Diary entry and then just looks around brushing her Quill under her chin as she thinks if they is any thing else she should put as she looks at her wand laying beside her on the bar. And she Finishes and closes the Diary and puts an unopenable Charm on it then she lays her wand and Quill on top of it.*

( Diary Entry )

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*walks in from outside, a wreath of leaves and flowers about his head, and a lopsided grin on his face. he meanders behind the bar and leans down to give it a hug in welcome. the bar seems to shine a little more than it had a few minutes ago*

Gooooood evening everyone, and welcome to Friday Night Happy Hour at Milliways!

To celebrate the end of the week, we're having a special on drinks with a kooky name. The stranger the name, the better the drink, and the more of it you get. Food tonight is a spicy fare--I think Gil's trying some thai food in the mix, noodles and veggies or meat of your choice.

Holden is helping us out from now on, so you can ask him for any of your orders as well.

As usual, my special brew is also available to order. Give it a try...if you like. *grins*

Your orders?

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[walks into Milliways, looking tired but quite happy with himself. There are still paint-stains on his fingers]

[flips another coin at the bar (making a mental note to hunt around for paying commissions) and finds his normal table.]

[leaves his sketchbook in his statchel and just watches the bar, idly drinking]

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Elphaba enters and sits, again with a book, but attempts to not give off a "don't talk to me" vibe. She figures she should get to know some people around here...but socializing really isn't her thing.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*walks downstairs, stretching and yawning, though he needn't really do either, and places the key back on the bar*

Room is free now, bar.  And please, the next time we ask for a room, can you guarantee there are thick black curtains?  My eyes hurt now.

*there is no response from the bar, other than the key disappearing, and so he assumes his suggestion has been taken to heart.  As much as a bar can take things to heart*

*scans the room for familiar faces, and seeing only Lestat reading a book, takes a seat in a far-off, dark corner*

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[awakenthespirit.livejournal.com]

With a definite pop and a small tinkle sounding suspiciously like sparkles being thrown, Mr B suddenly appears by the bar. The spirit chooses a bar stool and smiles cheerily at the people nearby.

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[blue_ajah]

(OOC: Post-Milliways: in Moiraine's room, last night.)

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere appears on the piano, dressed rather more formally than she usually is*

Sooner or later you're gonna be mine,
Sooner or later you're gonna be fine.
Baby, it's time that you face it,
I always get my man.

Sooner or later you're gonna decide,
Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide.
Baby, it's time, so why waste it in chatter?
Let's settle the matter.

Baby, you're mine on a platter,
I always get my man.

But if you insist, babe, the challenge delights me.
The more you resist, babe, the more it excites me.
And no one I've kissed, babe, ever fights me again.
If you're on my list, it's just a question of when.

When I get a yen, then baby, Amen.
I'm counting to ten, and then ...

I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known,
I'm gonna love you, and you all alone.
Sooner is better than later but lover,
I'll hover, I'll plan.

This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man.

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[mr-wentworth.livejournal.com]

*Mr Wentworth wanders into the bar, a little bewildered.*

Where in the world... ?
*Looks around, and notices some of the patrons. He rubs his bald patch nervously.*
...Or out of it?
*Walks up to the bar.* I'll have a gin please.
Magicking bloody carpets.
[OOC: First post. Please tell me if I get something wrong. *grins*]

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[bloody-tired.livejournal.com]

Jenny storms in through a Door, her hair slightly singed and her clothes a bit sooty. She smells faintly of...pot?

"Sodding hippy freaks. Modifying a perfectly good drug to make them bloody superhuman..."

She walks up to the bar. "I need a smoke, a drink, and a shag," she growls.

The bar, having learned from last time not to piss Jenny off when she's in a bad mood, instantly provides a lit cigarette and bottle of gin.

"That's two out of three."

The various spills on the bar's surface rearrange themselves into words: "Sorry, you're SOL."

"Bloody piece of thinking wood..."

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[last_adam]

*Adam enters, and looks around suspiciously for monkeys. Spotting none, he goes up to the bar and orders a pint*

(no subject)

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul leans against a wall. Next to him is an elevator bay that was not there yesterday. A large sign is posted on it, declaring it "Out of Service". Paul has stripped down to his undershirt and his suspenders hang un-used at his sides. He looks hot, dirty, sweaty, grumpy, tired, insubstantial and Doc. He is smoking a cigarette, or perhaps pretending to smoke one, and keeping an eye on the elevator doors.

The elevator only goes one way: down.*

Carry on, my wayward son!

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Fade in:

Todd is sitting at a very strategic table. It's not too far from the bar, yet not so much in a dark corner that he can't be seen. It's the absolutely perfect spot to be noticed and yet somewhat removed at the same time. Very carefully chosen.

Anyhoo, he has his '70s-style tape recorder and microphone sitting on the table with him, as well as his 35mm Minolta. There's also a looseleaf notebook of some kind and a pen, on which he seems to have (upon further inspection) created some kind of table. Printed on a narrow rectangular sign in neat letters, black outlined with yellow, reads the words Free Interviews! Be a Star!. This sign is propped up at the front of the table. There's sort of an updated lemonade stand feeling to the whole thing, so it's a good thing that he happens to be drinking a glass of lemonade. He's also reading a disco ball-silver, January 1978 paperback edition of The Shining*, smiling a bit to himself, indicating the casualness of this endeavour.




* It's shiny. I have it.

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine slowly comes downstairs, and enters the bar. She appears serene and composed, but is very pale. Dark circles beneath her eyes give mute testimony to her lack of sleep.*

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*laughs as he finishes dancing and gives a wave to everyone, wondering out into the night and the forest to seek his rest*

OOC

[young_tmriddle]

Out of Milliways entry

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[clumsy_auror]

*pops into existence next to the House of Arch painting*

Well! I was meant to be working tonight, but they don't need me, so....time for a drink, then.

*approaches the bar*

Whatever's on special tonight, please.

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin wanders downstairs, looking with some bemusement at the man breaking eggs on the bar, and takes a seat at the opposite end.

"Some mead, please, bar."

He takes his mead and begins to drink it slowly, looking around to see who's in the bar tonight.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim enetrs through the front door, humming to himself, a stone in one hand.*

Now that i know it works, wheres raph?

(no subject)

[r-daneel-olivaw.livejournal.com]

*Daneel appears to come to in his shadowy corner booth. He stands up, casts a quick glance at the patrons in the room and moves over to the bar itself. He seats himself at the bar and addresses the barkeep.*

Good evening, sir.

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

At the request of Lord Dionysus, music for dancing!

I am a little beggarman, a begging I have been
For three score years in this little isle of green
I'm known along the Liffey from the Basin to the Zoo
And everybody calls me by the name of Johnny Dhu.
Of all the trades a going, sure the begging is the best
For when a man is tired he can sit him down and rest
He can beg for his dinner, he has nothing else to do
But to slip around the corner with his old rigadoo.

I slept in a barn one night in Currabawn
A shocking wet night it was, but I slept until the dawn
There was holes in the roof and the raindrops coming thru
And the rats and the cats were a playing peek a boo.

Who did I waken but the woman of the house
With her white spotted apron and her calico blouse
She began to frighten and I said boo
Sure, don't be afraid at all, it's only Johnny Dhu.

I met a little girl while a walkin out one day
Good morrow little flaxen haired girl, I did say
Good morrow little beggarman and how do you do
With your rags and your tags and your auld rigadoo.

I'll buy a pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them with blue
And an old fashioned lady I will make her too.

So all along the high road with my bag upon my back
Over the fields with my bulging heavy sack
With holes in my shoes and my toes a peeping thru
Singing, skin a ma rink a doodle with my auld rigadoo.

O I must be going to bed for it's getting late at night
The fire is all raked and now tis out of light
For now you've heard the story of my auld rigadoo
So good and God be with you, from auld Johnny Dhu.

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

*Elizabeth steps through the portrait hole into Milliways, and is pleased to hear music in the air. She had thought to perhaps venture over to the piano herself this evening, but it seems another has preceded her.

She collects a cup of tea from the bar, and seats herself at a table near the piano, listening to the music.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy asks the bar for a cup of tea, and receives it, along with yet another pile of pocky. She is mildly disconcerted, but takes the pocky anyway. It is, after all, pocky.*

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[true_desire]

[ OOC: Outside of Milliways. ]


*Desire strolls into the bar by the front door, clearly in one of its better moods: A cigarette materializes in-hand and is lit on the way to the bar, where Desire orders a drink.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*Near Elizabeth a tower of pale mist rises from the floor, out of it appears Dream. He brought his own chair, this time. Clothed in the garments of a man of Elizabeth's time, he is already offering her a slight smile. He is leaning casually on the arm of the ever-shifting throne (the arm changes shape and style, but obediently stays just under his elbow) and has one ankle crossed over the other knee*