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[lady-nuala.livejournal.com]

*Nuala walks in sees Ares and goes over to say Hi*

Out of Milliways Post

[ms-nitt.livejournal.com]

Home

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley wanders in, sunglasses pocketed, sleepy-eyed. His hair is not unkempt, but somehow gives off the impression that it is. There is no bar-tender, so early in the day, and no bar, so he ducks into the kitchen. He re-emerges shortly with a cup of coffee - black as sin and bitter as unanswered prayers - and a croissant. He makes his way to his usual table, which has a newspaper on it that almost definitely was not there when Crowley came in*

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[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia breezes in. Well, no, not quite breezes; her quick stride and her ankle-length blue-and-beige gown combine to create the impression of an old-fashioned sailing ship running before a swift wind. She is carrying a folder in one hand, and a thin flat box in the other.

She stops by the bulletin board, and is very busy there for a moment. Then she steps back, surveys her handiwork with her hands on her hips, and gives a satisfied nod.

Glancing around the room as she heads back for the door, she gives a quick wave to anybody she knows on her way out.


Tacked to the bulletin board, there is now a thick sheaf of identical papers -- questionnaires -- and a box, clearly meant for depositing the completed ones. A notice above them both reads:*

Anyone who expressed interest in my research project, or who would like to participate:

Please take one of the questionnaires below, fill it out, and leave it in the box. If you have any questions about the form or anything else, please see me.

Thank you,
Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan

( The questionnaire reads as follows: )

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[swordchucks.livejournal.com]

Fighter makes his entrance in unusually subdued style, meaning he only flourishes his sword a /little/ bit. "Yay for swords!!" he beams. (There are distinctly two exclamation marks.) "Who else here likes 'em?"

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in from the door, Looks around and sees that the bar is pretty much dead*

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[be-holden.livejournal.com]

*in the middle of the almost empty bar*

Has anyone seen Ratty? You know, the cook? The rat in the pink apron?

Where is everyone today?

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine wanders in from the lake, hair slightly dishevelled from what would seem like a bit of breeze. She plops down at a table near the center of the room and looks around, as if she's looking for someone.*

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[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

*Grima comes into the bar, sweeping his cloak about him; he scans the nearly-empty bar and goes to sit at an unobtrusive table, the better to observe.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Mogget stumbles through the door from the back corridor, fighting to get free of the cloth that is tangled hopelessly around him. He is severely caught in its folds, his claws getting caught in the fabric and making his predicament worse. He trips over the cloth that is tangled around him, gracelessly, and fails to land on his feet. He lays still, breathing hard.*

*he gives in, sighing defeatedly* Can someone please assist me in getting out of this thing?

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[true_desire]

[Outside Milliways: Endless Realms ]



Desire enters the bar from upstairs, stretching lazily as a cat before returning to the usual table.
The Endless quietly pulls a cigarette case from a pocket in the coat, selects one, and begins to smoke, watching the other patrons.

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[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

Sleepy blue eyes are half-lidded, and she's got the faintest hint of a smile. Her red-gold hair is slightly rumpled, as though hands had recently been tangled in it.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Stumbles down the stairs, muttering under his breath. seems to be talking to himself, largely.*

Well well, here we are tim, back to the bar. Are we maybe gettign alcoholic? Cept we don't drink tim. Ah! an addiciton of the emotional kind then.

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[b-ko-chan.livejournal.com]

(The shadow of a small UFO slides across the walls of the bar, and lands. A pigtailed shadow pops out.)

Have you heard?

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares enters, wearing a new outfit tonight*

*He looks around and sees several people he now knows, including his lover, well, EX-lover apparently*

*He sits at a table and an apple martini appears. He watches*

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[good-doctor.livejournal.com]

*His offer to revive the dead bar apparently refused, the doctor sits at a table, making notations on some charts and records. His doctor's bag is open on the floor by his feet. He comments on his notes occasionally to himself.*

...Indeed...

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[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*Wensleydale clomps down the stairs and slides into a booth. He has been wearing his current outfit for a week, and, while he has been showering, it is still gross. He is casting sidelong glances at the front door.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine stands up from her table and walks idly over to the large space that should contain a bar, leaning against the nearest wall, and scans the bar, seemingly looking for someone or something.*

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[seafaringbrit.livejournal.com]

Hornblower enters the bar, looking famished, sleep-deprived, and utterly baffled. While he hides all these things well under normal circumstances, tonight an accustomed observer may note a slight pause in his step, a small line on his brow. He takes a seat, and twines his fingers in eachother under his chin.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks ambles into the bar, looking a little restless, and trips over the doorframe on her way into the kitchen. She re-emerges a few moments later with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses and heads over to the usual table.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy waters the roses. Eventually she stops by the kitchen for tea, and looks around the room curiously.*

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[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

Desire has grabbed Fleur.  The three, Veela, Endless, goddess, have made their way to the dancing area of the room.  They glance at each other and...

( OOC: Suggestive writing follows )

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Liz steps through the portrait-hole, very evidently in a wonderful mood. She sweeps over to the kitchen and twirls through the doorway in a cloud of skirt. Once she has located a cup of tea, she glides back into the bar, moving more carefully so as to avoid spilling but still stepping lightly.

She drifts over to her usual booth, humming softly under her breath. She sits and drinks, beaming into her teacup all the while.

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[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*George comes in the bar dressed pretty casual. I black tank top, blue suade overcoat, dark blue jeans, and white converse shoes. She goes at sits at a table. She isn't thirsty.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in looks around doesn't see anyone she knows really well*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and children enter the bar and take a seat*

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[heysugah.livejournal.com]

*Rogue walks absently into the bar. She is reading several papers and does not look up until she runs into a table.*

Well shit. This place again.

*She shoves the folded papers into her jacket.*

So, what's a girl gotta do to get a beer 'round he'e?

OOC

[silver_flecks]

In the realm of Delirium

Yet Another Grande Old Entrance...

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

A puff of smoke precedes a loud bang, which precedes the sudden reappearance in the bar of the Weasley twins, still wearing strange, red goggles and knapsacks. Their faces are covered in soot, giving them the appearance of people who have had an exhaust pipe backfire on their heads, but the grins on their faces make them seem as if all their birthdays have come at once.

"We found it again!" says the twin that is almost certainly Fred. "We are quite the geniuses, aren't we?"

"Too right!" says the twin that is almost certainly George.

"It's about time. All that hopping through dimensions was wearing me out. Who knew there were so many?"

"Well it wasn't all bad. Remember that place with all the short people?"

"Of course. They were very generous with their beer."

"Aah yes, the beer."

"And that stuff they smoke."

"Aah yes, that stuff they smoke."

"Too bad about the feet, though. They needed a good shave."

"Good on you for figuring out about that herring was the extra ingredient we used in the potion before, George," says the twin that is almost certainly George, but is apparently Fred.

"Ah, but you were the one who suggested the spam, Fred," says the twin that was almost certainly Fred, but is apparently George.

"Spam spam spam spam, lovely spam!"

"Fred, what did Mum tell us about eating muggle food?"

"But it's spam, George! You don't even have to charm it warm or anything, you just eat it!"

The two survey the diverse crowd of potential customers, and pull out the various things in their packs. They place them on the floor, tabletop and seats of an empty booth as artfully as they can, take off their goggles, and stand in the middle of the bar.

"We wish to make an important announcement!" shouts Fred over the crowd. All eyes are suddenly on them. "Come one, come all, to the grand opening of the newest franchise site of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Milliways! Be enchanted by our canary cremes--"

"--only 17 sickles!" interjects George.

"--Be delighted by our Deflaguration Deluxe--"

"--a deluxe selection of Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bangs, a mere 20 Galleons! Or you can pay 5 galleons for the smaller, but just as delightful, Basic Blaze box.--"

"And be amazed by our Headless hats, portable swamps, Skiving Snackboxes , Extendable Ears, and Ton-tongue Toffees! Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," recites Fred, "the joke shop for the discriminating prankster!"

As the two look around with eager faces, waiting for the gallons of galleons that are to come, both are glad that Lee Jordan was willing to man the shop back home for only ten galleons overtime and a canary custard.

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[prydeful]

*walks up through the floor with a sleepy look on her face*

Who owns the big, spotted purple vehicle down there? Cause I sort of crashed in it for the night...

*looks about tiredly* Coffee. Must find coffee.

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[burlapchafesso.livejournal.com]

*Pinky bounces into the bar, running at full tilt before crashing into the leg of a barstool. Standing, he rubs his head and eyes the stool leg confusedly*

Are you my mummy?

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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders in from upstairs, looks around for a little while, and then ducks into the kitchen and grabs a glass of lemonade. Just in case.

Maybe he'll ask Tonks if she knows a way to keep drinks cold by magic.

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[not-a-horse.livejournal.com]

Megwyn enters the bar through the Dutch door once again. She still has hope of finding a Chosen in this strange place, for she has seen more youngsters about, but the process of evaluating them is a bit more difficult that she expected. She braces herself for another night of explaining herself to people who cannot possibly be expected to understand what and who she is.

Happy Hour Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard and Fleur come in and, after answering Cordelia's questionnaire, Bernard sits on a barstool behind where the bar ought to be, and Fleur sits near him. He writes the food and drink options as he speaks. He doesn't really notice how comfortably and well he pronounces the French*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour!

Tonight's theme is France by way of Frell. Our newest kitchen assistant is trying out cuisine that is new to her, so give her your compliments if you can.

Food specials are *he reads from a much-stained-and-scribbled-upon paper*:

Coq au vin, with potatoes in a light cream sauce and almond-studded haricots verts

Salade Niçoise

Fruit and cheese board


Drink specials are:

a very nice Bordeaux Cabernet-Sauvignon

an equally appetizing Alsatian Gewürztraminer

Champagne and strawberries

*He smiles and looks out over the somewhat stunned crowd*

What? We're allowed to be high-class once in a while.

*a grin*

So. What can I get you?

*sits back with a glass of Gewürztraminer and lights a cigarette*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways Post]

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[iamtheanteater.livejournal.com]

*Anubis sits.

Anubis watches.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg walks into the bar - well, more dancing than walking, and concentrating very hard on her feet. She then bumps into a table, which she ignores.*

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger comes down the stairs, whistling a little tune he composed himself. He looks calm, smooth and collected. He orders a drink from Bernard and goes to sit at one of the tables, smiling.

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress comes in through the portrait hole, wearing pajamas in the form of a white button-down shirt, obviously Tom's, that is much too large for her. She speaks to the room at general*

I can't sleep.

*Suddenly she spies Megwyn and scurries toward her, squealing in excitement*

Pony!!

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is blushing like mad at the bar and staring into her glass with a soft smile.*

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere materialises in a corner and half-heartedly watches the dancing, playing softly on her spheres, so as not to disturb anyone.*

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Anubis

(In Paul's body)

Stares

(His actual body)

At

(Not his own that looks like, but what actually is)

His

(Paul's)

Hands.

In Paul's body, Anubis, former god of the dead, screams.*

Mrs. Skower’s All Purpose Magical Mess Remover.

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

( OOC: Before Milliways, but too close to it to be its own entry )

The latch clicked and slowly lifted. The door started open. Ron backed away, panickedly, but he found that his legs didn’t want to run. He could only collapse back on his rear and watch as the door slowly creaked open, revealing a dim light beyond it, and murmuring voices.

He wanted to run away, wanted to scream and gibber madly and run crying to his mum…

But instead, he crawled through…And found himself in a place quite unlike any other.

They stared at him as he stood up from where he had crawled out of the wall--there was no door there. It was as if he had crawled straight through the wall.

Aside from crawling through a wall, they were also probably staring because of the rubber cleaning gloves on his hands and the lacy apron that said: "Kiss the Keeper."

He turned to go racing back through the hole, but found it was gone, then turned back to the staring strangers, many of whom were stranger-looking than he’d ever seen before (and he was a wizard after all, so he’d seen some strange things), and exclaimed: "Where the bloody hell am I?"

( OOC: After milliways, but very important, as well )