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[mnt_raph]

*Raph enters via the front door. Before shutting the door behind him he gives the bar a once over, looking specifically for Fleur, but keeping an eye out for Bernard. Not seeing either of them, he shuts the door, and makes his way towards the bar proper.*

Yo, bar.
Hamburger, fries, and a Sam Adams.

You're as cold as ice...

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Fade in:

So once again, Todd has set up his interview table in the same place and style as the day before. Because he is an American boy, and he has been taught that persistance is a virtue, blah blah blah. Anyway, this time he also has provided a little dish of Dum-Dum lolipops and is currently sucking on one himself, an orange-flavored one. He also has a glass of orange juice, and is still reading The Shining. Rather than a notebook, he has a clipboard, so he looks more professional. But his demeanor is still very California casual, which is probably why he'd get elected student body president if he ever decided to run.




*Please don't make Todd's player cry. It isn't nice.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

Will - it is Will, isn't it? - stalks from the bar into the center of the floor, a determined glint in his eyes. He's dragging Cordelia (is that Cordelia? something about her doesn't look right) after him by the hand. He takes a deep breath, and shouts to the bar at large, at the top of his lungs:

Is there a wizard in the house?

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[sergeant-ozzer.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways post]

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[sergeant-ozzer.livejournal.com]

A skinny figure, dressed in the most effeminate military uniform jacket ever seen outside of anime, shoulders open the door of the bar and stops short, blinking owlishly.

"What in the heck - ?"

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[leplusbeau]

Fleur and Meg decide it is time for the french girls to be truly french and drink lots and lots of wine.

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter leaves the table he shared with Liz, pocketing the necklace with her engagement ring that she left behind in her eagerness to have things out with Desire.

He can return it later. In the meantime, he needs to find out more about Desire, and the other Endless. He cannot ask Morpheus, friend or not--Dream has been too badly hurt by Desire, and he does not want to start a war. And Death is busy elsewhere. Or everywhere.

That leaves Delirium, who owned him once, and who treated him kindly. At least she provided an escape from an intolerable reality, and if part of him is still broken, she kept his sanity from shattering completely.

Yes, Delirium might be able to help. If only he can find her.

He heads over to the bar, scanning the room as he goes.

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[kabeleced]

*Regulus, having been upstairs for most of the night and as such missing the explosions, sits at the bar drinking water. After a few minutes, he notices a bowl of curry, and takes a tentative bite. He pauses for a moment, considering, then has some more. A unique taste, to be sure.*

[[OOC note: after Todd comes over and they eat curry, the person occupying Reg's body will be Todd Bowden. As fair warning, and all that.]]

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[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Things are exploding. This isn't good.

*frowns*

*He considers for a moment, looks down at himself, and comes to the conclusion that something is definitely not right, the least of this coming from the fact that he's moved several places along the bar*

Hm. This is bizarre.

*walks away, fidgeting slightly in his new clothes*

BOOM.

[kabeleced]

So, um, Regulus Black. Yes.

Is standing at the bar after a large explosion, staring down at his hands.

What. The. Fuck.

His mind starts racing. His heart starts pounding. Okay, okay, calm down. Just your imagination.

He moves his hands to his hair to verify this. No. Something is terribly wrong.

Stares down at his clothes.

Represses a scream.

His heart is beating triple time, and he's started sweating.

Holy fuck. This can't be happening. Holy fucking CHRIST.


[more to come, no doubt, but the player is recovering from the shock as well :D]

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

ooc: post-milliways

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[sergeant-ozzer.livejournal.com]

Polly has yet to sort out where she is and why, but at least there's beer. She sits at the bar and acquires another pint.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom sleepily heads off to bed. He passes the group clustered around Anthy, and stares. Then he begins to head off to bed very quickly.*

ETA: He's gone, by the way. 'Cos I cannot stay up long enough to be brutally murdered, sorry. Wait for tomorrow. :-)

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry]

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter's never really looked for Desire before.

He knows what it is to want something so much that it's an actual hunger, a physical ache. But meeting Desire is something else. Despite having met it twice while it was incognito, Peter has never seen Desire AS Desire.

Perhaps a peace offering would help.

Peter goes over to the bar and requests something suitable for Desire of the Endless. A glass and a decanter appear almost instantly, along with a note bearing a name that nearly makes him choke. Out of curiosity, he requests something suitable for himself. This time he shoves the note in his pocket, determined not to read it until he finds Desire.

Holding the glasses and the decanter, he slowly makes his way through the bar, scanning each table and booth as he goes.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

A comical sight begins to descend the stairs into the bar. It's John Crichton, wearing the all-black spacesuit he was wearing when he first arrived in the bar. The helmet is at its most reflective, making him difficult to recognize unless you peer closely into it and the light is in your favor.

He makes his way across the bar, trying not to knock over anything, though this spacesuit is far less cumbersome than the average IASA EVA outfit. He approaches the bar, his fingers crossed behind his back, and says in a voice that is oddly metallic and far deeper than his natural voice, "Coffee."

A margarita appears.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways entry

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[ookookook.livejournal.com]

Ook...

*wanders up to bar and blinks curiously* Ook. *a plate of curry and bananas appears in front of him and he eats cautiously, sitting near where Will and Cordelia are*

...Ook! *slurps greedily*

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[kabeleced]

[[OOC: post/pre-Milliways; after he wakes up.]]

*Regulus comes down the stairs, much less awkward than he had been but still not totally at ease. He sees the boy whose body he'd been in and considers going over, but decides that it can wait - he's in the middle of conversation, after all - and instead sits at an out-of-the-way table, eating his muffin.*

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin wanders downstairs, rather puzzled by the... subdued atmosphere in the bar, and trying to work out what could have happened to cause it. Taking his usual seat by the bar, he asks simply for a glass of apple juice, it being a little early to start on the alcohol.

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[leplusbeau]

Post-Milliways

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[mr-wentworth.livejournal.com]

*Enters the bar, thinking about how irritating it is to have to hide from one's self all week.*

Well, I seem to have made it back, bar a little issue with time.

*Walks over to the bar.*

Curry's the special, is it? Well, as long as they don't serve it with pudding here. One curry, please, and a cup of tea.

*They appear on the bar, on a tray. Mr Wentworth fails to notice that there has been no one there to serve him.*

Thank you.

*Takes the tray over to an empty table, sits down, and begins to eat his curry.*

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[alexei61.livejournal.com]

*emerges from room, cautious, looking around cautiously before descending the stairs and taking a seat at the bar*

*clears throat*

Burger, medium well, and fries. And, um...gimme a beer. Something foreign.

*waits as meal appears, along with glass containing something which would look just like beer if it weren't bright cobalt blue*

*picks up glass, holding it up to the light* I guess it's beer. *takes tentative sip, looks again before taking a long pull and draining half the glass* Not bad at all.

*looks around bar again, wary, then digs into his burger*



{ooc: Scullymun, I'm not sure how the plot's going, with Muldermun away and all. IM me on AIM at aktovarish if you want to discuss plot).

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Post-Milliways)

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks pokes her head just inside the door, rather earlier than she usually arrives*

Hello? Anyone here?

*not seeing anyone she recognizes, she walks over to the bar (banging her knee on a table en route) and sits down*

Hullo, bar. I'll have a Butterbeer, please.

*a Butterbeer appears, along with a plate of biscuits*

Why, look at you! Brilliant, aren't you? *pats the bar affectionately*

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[marquis-de-c.livejournal.com]

*The Marquis saunters into the bar, his black leather frock coat flowing behind him. He paces around nonchalantly, as if he's trying very hard not to look for something or someone.*

*He strolls up to the bar.*

Hmm, how does one get served in this place? I'd like a glass of Merlot. And some information.

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[mr-wentworth.livejournal.com]

*Mr Wentworth hears explosions going off, and looks up to see where they're coming from. His eyes meet that of an ape, and he pauses.*

A monkey? Not entirely surprising, but-

*BOOM! His plate explodes, showering him with curry.*

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[glorious-figure.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post

*walks downstairs quickly, head held high, determined not to be noticed as he goes straight to the bar and lays a small handful of coins on it*

Is this enough?

*the money disappears, and the sum written beside Glorfindel's name on the chalkboard diminishes, but it does not quite reach zero*

Er... your pardon, spirit. I have no more with me. I will come back with what remains to be paid.

*turns to leave*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*Like Desire, Dream has a favored table rather than a favored stool (like Death). Therefore when Dream arrives (by dint of fading in like an old movie reel going at half-speed) it is at this table. He has become used to bringing his own chair, as well. The ever-shifting throne of dreams suits him better than a mere bar chair.*

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[true_desire]

*Desire has been in the bar the entire time, but only just heads up to the bar to acquire a drink.*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom walks into the bar. He looks very, very relieved.*

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[r-daneel-olivaw.livejournal.com]

*Daneel walks in the front door and chooses a table in the center of the room. He's not hoping for real information anymore, but thinks he might find out some more about this strange place. Perhaps someone will come talk to him.*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs, looking both calm and determined. She glances around as if looking for someone, and then goes up to the bar.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post-Crack.

OOC: Out of Milliways

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Short n'...sweet?

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Enter Anthy. She is feeling cheerful, but disoriented, and heads straight for a booth in the back of the room after collecting her tea.*

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[agent-dkscully.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways entry

*makes her way through the crowded bar and finds a seat*

*tucks in, placing her satchel on the floor beside her shoes and then looks at the bar*

Coffee, please. Heavy on the cream and hold the sugar.

*her eyes widen when the bar produces the drink but she snaps back to her senses after a moment, despoiting a few coins on the bar and then taking a long sip of her coffee*

This will help me focus.

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul slouches lazily in a booth, idly poking a lump of something pink-ish grey in a petri dish on the table in front of him with an ice pick.

He's probably supposed to be doing something.

He isn't.*

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*is curled up in a booth at the far back of the bar, drinking steadily, looking tired and wretched. His left hand is bandaged, and his face is slightly bruised.*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*At his table, Paul cocks his head to the side as though he hears something. He rises to his feet, still loosely clutching the ice pick, and strides purposefully toward the still frozen lake.

He drives the ice pick into the ice.

He digs out hard_core_dick.*

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[tallentless.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry]













[This takes place just after Billy and Hob sleep together.Apologies. It's taken me this long to get it written. The Spanish is a quote, and it has been translated as "the dead have things to tell the living". Apparently it has to be idiomatic, because it's not a straight translation, but that's the way it was used. 'K?]

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

After sitting in silence for some time, Ulfin reaches only one decision: it's time he went home, at least for a while.

He gets up from his barstool and wanders around the room finding people he knows, saying goodbye, and telling each of them he'll be back sooner or later if he can find the way.

Then he makes his way to the door, turns for one last look around the bar, and leaves.

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[veryvorkosigan]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

*Cordelia comes down the stairs, looking rather bedraggled. Her green gown has clearly been slept in.

She steps up to the bar.*

Black coffee, please, very hot. And Barrayaran-style breakfast groats, if you have such a thing.

*The coffee appears, along with a wide shallow bowl of steamed groats, with a pat of butter melting in its center and a small jug of maple syrup standing alongside.*

Oh, yes. God bless you.

*begins to eat hungrily*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur sways into the bar proper from the lake, once again in her white bikini. A cigarette is dangling from her lips and she is smiling just a little. She sits down at the bar and orders a cup of jasmine tea.*

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks in and glances around. Anthy is nowhere to be seen, so he heads over to the bar, where Cordelia and Moiraine are talking.*

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::Jane enters the bar in her usual outfit, looking far more relaxed than the last time she came in. She glances around to see if anyone she knows is in tonight; only seeing Thom, who is rater occupied at the moment, she sits down at the bar and just watches people for a bit::

Screams of no reply.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

( OOC: Post/Pre/Whatever/Milliways. Slight smut warning. )

*I know most people don't do this, but because I use Todd's journal mostly for non-Milliways stuff, this post is here on the community. Please don't hate me. Too much.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Pounds through the door, breakneck speed, slamming it shut behind him, but not before a whisp of flame scorches the doorjam. Leaning heavily aginst the door, he covers his ears, as if bracing for impact. Several minutes pass. Blinking curiously, he opens the door, ready to slam it if something is waiting... but theres nothing there.*

What? The lake.....

*Blinks stares around the room.*

Whoa... I'm at Milliways again. I wasn;t even trying.....

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[kabeleced]

*Regulus sits at a table with a good view of everyone, watching for Todd and sipping a glass of water.*

Oh I know I lived this life before.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd has, at some point, come down the stairs from his room with far less of his usual entrance. Though the smile is still plastered to his face like no tomorrow, it's somehow weaker, less solar-powered than usual. And rather than his varsity jacket and Nikes, he's in a late '70s-style button down shirt (short butterfly collar) in a pale blue color- though he's still wearing jeans, he's got on a big ol' buckle belt with a star on it and fake snakeskin boots.

Anyhoo, rather than the bar or his more conspicuous "interview" table, he's chosen a seat more towards the back of the room. Not in an outright corner, but as close as he's willing to get. From the bar he's fetched a bowl of Wheaties with milk and a can of Coke (nice breakfast), and is kind of chomping silently on the former as his eyes scan the pages of The Shining, barely attentive.