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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Liz is at her usual table, but without her usual cup of tea. Instead, she sits with her hands upon the tabletop, palms down. Her gaze is unwavering, fixed upon their pale backs.

She sits and she stares, concentrating.

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[balletrat]

*Meg grabs Andrew's arm and pulls him rapidly out the back door to the lakeside, with Pinky in his hand.*

*out by the lake*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph hasn't slept yet. Everytime he even comes close to shutting his eyes all he sees are things he'd rather not have to deal with. His grand total is seven now. If there's one thing the human body is good for, it's the increased number of fingers for counting. Before that'd be both hands an half of a foot, now it's just two hands.

He's spent a good portion of the night keeping to the shadows. By day break, he realized no one was coming, so he stopped hiding.
Now he's just sitting on a rock by the lake with his feet dangling in the water. There is a partially beached log not far from his side, on it sleeps a pond turtle.
In the distance he can hear Meg & Andrew talking. Slowly he turns to watch them, after a few moments he returns to watching the pond turtle. Just as before, not quite one thing, not quite the other.*

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[mogget_cat]

( ooc:Out of Milliways )

OOC:To Selkie, who gave the catlet a place to call home.

A lake?

[x-fhqwhagads-x.livejournal.com]

*Fhqwhagads keeps hearing about a lake, so the duck decides to head out there and see what it's all about. Once out there, Fhqwhagads decides to jump in and take a swim, since Fhqwhagads IS a duck and all.*

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[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

It has been good to see Desire. Meeting some of its friends was nice, too. Then there where one or two lovely people, but the fact that people she doesn't know have been snarking about her. The fact that that muse has decided that she hates the little creature. She's spiteful, but really. Not that bad.

So she sashays her way out the front door, back home. Aphrodite has things to think about.

It isn't terribly characteristic of her.

((And, exit 'Dite until I can be around again))

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley enters the bar, looking around eagerly, although not too obviously. Failing to see who he is searching for, he takes a seat at his usual table, customary bottle of Atlantean having been collected from the bar.

He sits for a while, contemplative, before pouring a glass and raising it in a silent toast. This is a time, it would seem, for honouring departed friends.

He sits back in his seat, fingers idly tracing the ugly scars that crisscross his palms, and watches the bar*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby gather the carriers and stop by the altar on the way to the painting portal. Snow gets an order of Paradoxes from the bar and positions them in a way that seems . . . right. Millie returns through the back door, carrying an object she retrieved from out back; a bone from the first red demonic bunny she killed. She carries it over to the altar, and it is carefully laid in place. Wade retrieves a bowl of margarita-flavored ice cream that he placed in the rafters so long ago, and sets it next to the other two items. They look at the altar for a time, and then the family goes home.*

For Sam, who got me hooked on Milliways in the first place and got Snow hooked on fried paradoxes.

For Selkie, who made me laugh while trying to figure out the rules to poker at 3 AM and who gave the twins a charm against evil.

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[bloodandsouls.livejournal.com]

[OOC: upstairs-at-Milliways post]

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[bloodandsouls.livejournal.com]

[OOC: and the last one, upstairs again]

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael walks into the bar and looks over to where Crowley is sitting. He hesitates for a moment, just watching the demon's face, then goes to sit at an empty table, pulling a book out of an overstretched pocket*

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[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie walks into the bar slowly, and takes a look around, looking faintly dazed at all the new faces. He has a pet carrier in one hand, and although the contents can't be seen, brief gouts of flame are emerging, on occasion*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's entry. Warning for some smut.]

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[war-monger.livejournal.com]

There is a faint sound, like the roaring of a motorcycle somewhere outside the bar. The motorcycle stops, presumeably turned off, and then in walks a woman whose face is obscured by a red motorcycle helmet. She's covered in red from head to toe, her red leather jacket reading "Hell's Angels" on the back in ruby studs. She walks over to the bar, slipping the helmet off once she gets close enough. The helmet is placed on the countertop with enough of a bang to get a reaction from people nearby, then she claims a bar stool for her own, summoning a cup filled with blood-red wine and taking a sip.

"Nice to be back," she says to no one in particular.

She spins around on the bar stool to study the current patrons of the bar, wishing she could cause some mischief, but is unable to. After all, no war mongering was allowed. She, personally, didn't find the rule very fun when she had first found out about it, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She sighed. Well, she would just have to see how much trouble she could cause without starting a war in the middle of the bar. Pity. That was what she was best at.

She leans against the bar, sipping her glass of wine. Yes, War decided, it was very nice to be back, even if she couldn't live up to her namesake in this place.


[ooc: The character of War is back, just under new management. *waves* Hello, everyone!]

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[true_desire]

Desire returns to the main room from upstairs. Desire starts toward the bar, but hesitates, remembering last night's incident with the broken glasses and the resulting service.

That in mind, Desire wisely avoids it altogether and heads for the usual table. The cigarette case makes an appearance and the Endless sits, smoking thoughtfully.

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

:sitting at a corner table, stroking Sleeta's fur and looking morosely into his wineglass::

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes out of the staff corridor and goes behind the bar. He quickly writes a note in large letters.*

Attention.

The bar is now hiring for the positions of:

Bartender(s)
Bouncer
Additional musician

Please put your name and any relevant experience on this page.

If you are interested in performing a task that is not laid out here, put your name down anyway. We might be able to find something for you to do.

Thank you

--The Management

*He posts the sign on the bulletin board and runs his fingers through his already messy red hair. 

He takes a bottle of tequila and his cigarettes and goes out to sit by the lake.*

[ooc: I'm not in really. I'll be in tonight late though. :)]

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Entry

Lord Peter, hair slightly mussed and clothing vaguely wrinkled, appears at the foot of the staircase to the upstairs rooms, blinking confusedly. After a moment's hesitation, he steps off the staircase and onto the floor of Milliways, a sudden smile lighting his face. He crosses to the bar, touching it absently as though to reassure himself it is real.

Yes. Yes, this is good.

He digs in his pockets and places a soverign on the bar.

For my tab, and some credit, and a large whiskey, neat.

The drink appears, and Peter finds himself a corner in which to get quietly and thoroughly drunk.

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[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

Scarlett warily walks through the front door. She has a very determined expression on her face, and her dress, while still huge and complicated, is not nearly as low cut or frothy as her others have been. In fact, it's rather severe - a high collared day dress in blue calico. Glancing around, she doesn't immediately see anyone she knows.

Surprisingly, she does not seek out a prominent table, but instead sits down at a table on the side.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine walks into the bar, an odd twinkle in her eyes. Plopping down in her usual table, she opens her notebook, tearing out a few pages and scattering them around her, she writes a few things on some of them, scribbles some out, and goes back to writing furiously.*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul slinks discretely over to the bulletin board and pins up a jagged yellowing piece of paper. Scribbled laboriously and childishly on it is the plea:*

if i hav treid to kill yuo or sumone you kno, writ yuor name or thier name hear

for tax purposes

-Pual

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[otherwhiterider.livejournal.com]

::He's done what he can to leave the diseases behind, in deference to the bar's no-professional-activity policy. But even with the steady business, it's difficult to keep a stray cold or two from finding their way in.
Steady business. Now there's a wonder of a phrase. Africa has done Pestilence a world of good (in a manner of speaking).
He collects a White Russian from the bar, spies some very familiar red hair further down, and heads over to talk::

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Feeling more at ease than she has in previous days, Liz has opted for a little variety in her routine. Instead of in her usual booth, she sits on a stool at the bar, nibbling cheese and vegetables from a plate before her. A glass of white wine rests at hand. It feels unusual to be eating. She realised earlier in the day that her eating habits have not been what they ought -- that is to say, nonexistent.

She crunches into a carrot stick with a certain amount of satisfaction, and turns to survey the bar.



[OOC: Liz-mun is working the midnight crisis shift tonight, and shall be heading out around 11pm EST, if not a little before. Anything not complete by then will have to go into slow-time. Just be warned. :)]

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[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*Kibeth bounces into the bar and prances around, sniffing excitedly at anything and everything.*

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[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*Wensley comes downstairs. Tonight he is - wonder of wonders - only carrying two books, and he actually looks around for someone he knows before he begins reading.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*A twinkle of light and Tim is standing by the bar, frowning to himself. That.... that was odd. Shut up. Why did we go there? Why do we go anywhere? I'm confused. A shake of his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He leans heavily upon the bar, trying to catch his breath.*

Uhm... bar... yeh. uh... something refreshing...anything....

*Twirls a mist of purple light between his fingers and a coin tinkles on the bar. A glass of some kind of blueish liquid appears within his reach, and he grips the glass, like a drowning man clutching a lifesaver. *

Thank you bar.

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[x-fhqwhagads-x.livejournal.com]

*Fhqwhagads comes back in from the lake after a long night of siwmming around. The duck walks to the bar and requests a bottle of Goldschlager. It appears and Fhqwhagads picks it up and walks to the table where the NEW laptop was left, sits down, takes a shot from the bottle, then looks around the room to see if there is anyone to talk to.*

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo is still settled comfortably in his corner. It's quite possible he hasn't moved all night.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks into the bar, looking extremely cheerful*

Bar, your finest cider, please.

*a pint appears*

Cheers!

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[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Entering from the direction of the lake, Peter is, oddly enough, wearing a blue sweater instead of the shirt he's been seen in since he appeared in the bar.

After pausing for a moment, he heads in the direction of the bar.

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin walks into the bar in his formal colors. He has a three-day beard and a surly disposition. "Gimme something strong," he growls at the bar, "and don't bother with a glass." The bottle has barely materialized when he snatches it up and storms over to an empty table. He uncorks the bottle and drinks deeply...*

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[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Rand walks down into the main room proper and up to the bar, leaving a gold mark to pay for his tab, then spotting Moiraine, heads over to her booth.

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[iopenthings]

*Door comes in through the portrait, looking more cheerful than she has in a couple weeks. She heads to the bar, gets a mug of hot chocolate, and sits on a bar stool.*

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[jane_drew]

*Jane wanders down the stairs, looking around with interest at the patrons of the bar. She walks over to the bar carrying her rucksack with her. She pulls out a five-pound note and places it on the bar, looking in vain for a menu.*

Oh dear... Excuse me? Could you tell me if they serve food here? I'm...kind of hungry.

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs, looking thoughtful. She approaches the bar, and starts to ask for tea, then hesitates. Instead, she obtains a bright blue drink and takes it to her corner table. She seems wryly amused.*

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

::comes downstairs several hours after putting Thom to bed and tosses some coins on the bar::

Bread and two cups of honey-brew, please.

::picks up the requested items and returns upstairs::

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Post-Milliways entry.

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[1pom-pom1.livejournal.com]

*Pom-pom wakes up from his sleep to see all these strange people around once again. He decides it time for some more water.He walks over to the bar and asks for a glass of water and the bar pops a glass up for him. Pom-pom walks back to his table and sits down to watch everything going on.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael stumbles through the front door of the bar, soaking wet and cold. His clothes cling to him and drip water all over the floor as he uses the back of a chair to catch his balance. He goes to the bar and sits there, shivering slightly and still dripping.*

*softly* Brandy, please my friend.

*He takes the drink that appears and drinks.*

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares appears in the bar. He brings nothing with him. No feelings of rage or urges of violence. he is empty. He sees Penny and Raph talking affectionately. There is nothing. He goes to the bar and sees that Bernard is bar tending. He feels nothing. He just waits for him to come over.*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes downstairs into the bar, turning over his shoulder as he enters to talk to Meg, who's right behind him.*

...it's really okay, I mean, you can't sleep in a booth here every night you don't feel like going home...

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Post Milliways entry

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down wearing a red halter neck top, black jeans and black leather boots. Her hair is damp and curling slightly at the ends. She goes to the bar and orders.*

Glass of white wine please bar and a plate of spaghetti bolognase please.

*The food and drink appears and she heads to her normal table by the entrance.*

Happy Hour Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes in from the lake and looks at the notice. He seems surprised at the number and variety of responses. He goes behind the bar, and looks over the patrons quietly before speaking*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Tonight's specials are:

Lobster ravioli with garlic cream sauce
Arugula salad with blueberry-walnut vinaigrette
Cheese plate: St. Andre, triple cream blue cheese, and Brie. Served with pear and toast points.

Drink specials are:

Apple martinis.
Half-off on all shots.

Those of you who applied for the positions *he eyes the posting with trepidation yet again* can interview in the next few days.

The usual rules apply, but I'll reiterate for the benefit of those who are new.

No business in the bar. *glares* I'm looking at you, Ares.

No violence in the bar, except for those people who are employed by the bar.

Those of you who have a large tab *eyes a tab marked "Jeremy Wensleydale"* need to think about settling up. You can't run on credit forever. It's a business.


So.

What'll you have?

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny comes in, sees the crowd converging around Raph, goes over to join.*