How to Tie a Windsor Knot

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd looks bright and chipper as he trots merrily down the stairs, equipped with his backpack and a long, thin black case, swinging in his right hand. He heads to the bar, though he doesn't sit - "A really, really large glass of Tang, please." Tang is one of the only drinks the bar doesn't mess up for Todd, apparently.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph, as per usual, comes into the bar via the Lake Door. He's in a suprisingly good mood for someone sporting a mild black eye, and a rather nasty looking bite on his right arm. He heads up to the bar for his requisite beer*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur bounds into the bar in her ripped pair of jeans and a loose halter top. Giggling, she flops down on her favorite bar stool.*

Sex on the Beach, cheri.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks into the bar. Seeing Moiraine sitting alone, he heads towards her table*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard yawns behind the bar and rubs his eyes. He looks around at the dwindling crowd and slips out the door to join Fleur by the lake, smiling contentedly.*

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley saunters into the bar, looking for all the world like he's just won the lottery. Collecting an apple martini from the bar and toasting the shrine with a grin, he scans the room for A Certain Someone. Not seeing them, he hesitates a moment before deciding to head over to talk to Door and Tonks*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Twenty seven bottles of Atlantean on the wall, Twenty seven bottles of Atlantean, take one down, pass it to the demon, twenty six bottles of Atlantean on the wall...

*The singing from outside stops, and Aziraphael walks through the doors, humming cheerfully to himself. He looks around for anyone he knows*

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[gently-does-it.livejournal.com]

Dirk walks into the bar, carrying a newspaper and a cup of coffee. He looks mildly surprised at his surroundings, but takes a seat and a look under nearby tables in any case, in case Mr Tibbles should be in the area.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael slinks down the bar to his normal spot, then lies down comfortably. He blinks aristocratically, watching the patrons of the bar as they go about their business. A lazy smile appears on his face.*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph, again in a spectacular mood, comes in via the lake door. After giving the pub a once-over, he makes his way to the bar proper. He orders the standard breakfast of black coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, and wheat toast with butter. He checks the population of the bar yet again, and doesn't see anyone who looks like they'd be opposed to watching a little baseball, so he reaches up to the TV and grabs the remote. He looks around for the POWER button, and doesn't find it immediately. Then he remembers the last time he tried to wrestle with the tv, and he pulls a Sirius*

Uh, hi TV Remote.

*a small holographic man appears*
Greetings Sir. What would you like to watch today?

Um, are the Yanks....The New York Yankees playing today?

Why certainly Sir.
*The television springs to life, and there it is, Raph's beloved Yankee Stadium. It's the bottom of the First, and the Yanks are already down by three, to the Cleveland Indians. Admittedly, Raph doesn't recognize a handful of players on the field, but it doesn't matter, they're still Yankees.*

Awesome. Thanks lil' TV guy.

*The holographic man bows and disappears*

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Having snagged a platter of sandwiches and a cup of coffee from the kitchen, Peter waves to Raph, then makes his way to a table that gives him a good view of the telly while still affording him a certain amount of privacy. He sits down and removes Wensley's shrunken copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket. The book expands to its normal size. Peter opens the book, grabs a sandwich, takes a bite of the sandwich, and begins reading.

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo makes his way downstairs, not quite his usual cheerful self. His head is full of Jubilee - and he tries to concentrate on the good times in Snow Valley and LA, pushing out the darker memories of the end, but doesn't exactly succeed.

He sits in a corner, his demeanour half "leave me alone", half "please, someone, come and talk to me".

The wounds in his wrists and ankles are open and bleeding again, and he has acquired clean bandages and put them on. Blood is visibly soaking through.

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[child-of-power.livejournal.com]

*Athena appears by the door and heads over to a table. She is carrying several books and she settles in to read peacefully.*

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Liz wanders into the bar, rather earlier than her usual time. She had found herself unable to sleep the previous night, and thought she may as well leave her chambers as not. Despite her lack of sleep, however, she is in a cheerful enough mood.

She obtains a cup of tea from the bar, and turns to make her way to a table. She spots Peter at a table nearby and smiles, but does not approach, as he appears busy with his book. Instead, she crosses the room to her accustomed booth and sits. She takes a sip of tea and purses her lips. Milliways is rather quiet. How best to occupy her time? Had she been able to bring her sewing materials with her, she should do that, but alas...

Liz blinks. What does it signify, if her sewing basket had been left in 1811? She sets aside her cup of tea with a sigh, and concentrates. Cloth, floss, thread cutter, and needle appear on the table before her. Smiling with something like satisfaction, she picks up the needle and sets about threading it.

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Out Of Milliway's Post

Richard Pays His Tab

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard had heard tabs mentioned around a few times, but hadn't thought much on it at first. Usually people didn't notice him, and didn't care if he nicked a bit of food or drink here and there. But Milliways was different. He'd been treated wonderfully here just like any other patron, and had let him stay on for some time. That deserved paying. He sidled up to the bar and said,

"Look, I-I don't know if this will cover it, but I'll try to get more if I can, and I've applied for work on the board over there, but here. For my tab."

*drops some loose change, a couple of pound notes, some bus tokens, a ball of twine, a handful of rubber-bands, and a blue felt tip pen*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine walks down the stairs, for once without a visible notebook. Sharp eyes, however, would note a small half-notebook sticking out of the back of her skirtband, and a pencil behind her ear. Slightly nervously, she walks up to the bar and pets it.*

So, bar, can I have a tray to help me?

*A nice wooden tray appears in front of her, along with a small cup of steaming tea.*

Thanks, bar. You seem to know what I need.

*She takes a few sips of the tea and looks out over the bar scanning everyone, and attempting to discern if anyone needed help.*

Enter Arachne

[arachne-weaver.livejournal.com]

*Unannounced, a new figure stalks into the bar. Her legs and arms are abnormally long and slender, her flawless almond eyes are dark and long-lashed and her lustrous chestnut hair is perfectly coiffed at the back of her head. Her bosom is rounded and shapely, her waist tiny and her abdomen...well, she doesn't like that to be mentioned. A sheet of near-transparent crimson chiffon is swathed elegantly around her frame, lending a diaphanous allure to her unusual...well, she doesn't like attention to be drawn to that either. Looking straight ahead, she strides briskly up to the bar - the clatter of too many scarlet stilettos slicing through the surrounding conversation - throws her red handbag onto the counter and flutters all eight eyelids at the barman.*

Right, kid, here's the deal. My name's Arachne, I'm Greek, I look more like a spider than anyone has any right to, and I'm seriously pissed off. Now, the first three of those I can't change, but the last one I'm hoping to defer for a bit. So, assuming I have two arms out of all these limbs that brat of Zeus' seemed to think I needed, I want one beer for each leg. Can you manage the arithmetic?

*Suddenly Arachne seems to become aware that more than a few people have stopped talking to stare at her. Clicking her mandibles irritably, she turns from the bar, places her hands on her ample hips and taps all six stiletto-clad feet.*

I swear, if anyone even thinks about mentioning the size of my butt, I will weave you into a dishcloth before you can say "Mount Olympus". Any questions?

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[silver_flecks]

"HeLlO BaR," she says as she pops in next to it, patting it affectionately. "I WoUlD LiKE HoT WhItE AnD DaRk AnD MiLk AnD StRawBErRy ChOcOlAte PlEASe."

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[bob_the_skull]

There's a loud crack, followed by a large puff of green-ish grey smoke in the middle of the bar itself. Once the smoke begins to clear and the coughing dies away, there is a bleached, white human skull in its place.

"Dammit, Harry! I told you *not* to use the mouse scampers until AFTER it boiled!"

"Harry?"

"Shit."

The rest of the smoke clears and Bob is there, on the bar, orange eyelights glowing.

"Oh, Harry's gonna be pissed this time..."

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[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

*Wensley comes trotting down the stairs. He glances around and immediately spots Delirium*

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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders downstairs, figuring that tonight he'll find out who he needs to talk to about really applying for a job. It'd be nice to have something to do, as long as he's stuck here. He settles at the bar, looking around for a bartender, but doesn't see anyone. "Lemonade, please."

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

* Indy eyes the broken rafters above shiftily as he descends the stairway. Clad in full expeditionary gear, he looks like a man on some kind of mission tonight. Determined, yet a bit lost. Perhaps the effect of several days alone. Despite the façade of resolve it is quite evident that his mind has been dulled by his choice of a bottle for companionship.*

* Nevertheless, he strides confidently over to the bar.*

Coffee please?

* His tone is soft and a little apologetic. A steaming cup materializes after a momentary hesitation. Indy nods his thanks and props himself up against the bar with an elbow, surveying the room finally.*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

[OOC:Pre-Milliways]

*Snow and kids enter, quite happy*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine walks into the room, glancing around casually. As is becoming her custom, she goes to the bar and this time gets a small tea service, which she takes to the corner table.*

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

*GIR clanks across the room and sits down*

Hello, bar! Make me a sammitch!

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[marionravnwood.livejournal.com]

*It has been several days since Marion last found herself in Milliways. Since the day she garnered up enough courage to try her luck with the door and leave (as she had feared that she might be one of those who became 'stuck' at Milliways), she had been incredibly busy. It had been over a year since Abner died but she still was taking care of the loose ends on his estate and will. The man had been a genius but he had always been so very focused on finding the Ark of the Covenant that everything else about his life shifted to the wayside, like it or not. Organisation of his legal matters had been one of those things.*

*Walking out of the office of her late father's attorney, Marion scowls and shoves some of the paperwork she had been looking over into the satchel she was carrying. It had been a long day already and it wasn't nearly over with yet. She could definitely use a drink.*

*Nearing a little bar that she liked to frequent, Marion pauses just outside the door and produces a thin cigarette. Placing the thin cylinder between her teeth, she then lights it up and pockets the matches. Inhaling deeply, she pulls open the door...only to find herself in Milliways once more.*

*Throwing her free hand up in slight indignation, Marion rolls her eyes somewhat in disgust.*

Great. Just GREAT.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Whatever the roof is made of, its surely not a soft landing. Nor is the floor, for she comes crashing through the roof, and lands in a heap, missing a table. Bits of debris from the roof don't quite miss.
((up to anyone if they want their conversations disrupted or not!))
She's quiet for a moment.. that hurt.

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin wanders downstairs and takes a seat by the bar, looking around to see who's in today.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael pauses in the doorway from the back corridor, looking around the bar with a smirk. He shakes his head, grinning, at Kibeth's shameless flirting with Indiana Jones. Smiling, he heads to the bar.*

Whiskey on the rocks, please. I'm trying to build up an immunity to alcohol.

*he takes the drink and sips* Thank you, bar.

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[thunderbird-1.livejournal.com]

*Scott enters quietly. He's not entirely surprised to see a hole in the cieling. He finds a quiet booth and settles back to watch the crowd*

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[capt_angie]

*The sun has gone down and the moon has come up; Enter Angie who takes one look around the mostly dead room and heads for the bar.*

'Lo bar. Can I have some paradoxes please, and a glass of red wine as well.

*The requested items appear on the bar as they always do, and Angie nibbles on the paradoxes as she watches the various patrons go about thier business.*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur sways into the bar in a happy blue sun dress and plops down at the bar with a cup of her favorite jasmine tea. She lights a cigarette and watches the patrons mill about her.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sits by the fireplace with a milkshake and some pocky, because she is a health-conscious girl who makes fully informed and aware decisions about her nutrition.*

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[the_lioness]

( [OOC: Post/Pre-Milliways] )

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny sits down at a table and looks around for her friends*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Strolls out of the staff wing, smiling to himself. He's actually looking semi nice today, not his usual jeans and a jacket. He's got on a white dress shirt and some kackis, nice and comfortable. Figures he might as well look nice if he's representing the bar. He scans the room idly, looking for any spots of contention, or trouble, then takes a seat on his Stool, back to the bar, on duty.*

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[not_that_spike]

Spike stands in the shadows in a corner of the crowded bar, just watching. Jacket slung over one shoulder, shirt and tie loosened, the Jericho tucked away. In one hand he makes a cigarette appear and disappear; he picked up that trick on Ganymede a long time ago. His hangover isn't just going to go away and he needs a light and he's broke as usual. He isn't sure why he's in this bar--no memory of that yet--but he doesn't care. It's where he feels like being.

Kids. Pets. Women with attitude. They're all here. One kid he recognizes and for once, he's glad to see her.

"Hey, Ed. Seen Jet?"