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[mnt_raph]

*Raph, once again, comes in via the lake door. What can I say? He really digs the lake. Anyhow, he comes into the pub and makes his way towards the bar, scanning the room for familiar faces as he does so.*
"Beer. Need beer. "

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[balletrat]

*Meg bounces cheerfully back into the bar, looking rather pleased with herself despite the scattered half-healed scratches on her face and arms.*

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[stilljustandrew]

[OOC: pre-Milliways]

*Andrew comes downstairs, for the first time in a couple of days. He's been sleeping a lot. And ... thinking.*

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[silver_flecks]

Del enters, twirling.

"RuN RUn As FaSt As YoU cAn AnD MaYbe TheN tHe ItTy BiTtY ViRiI ThiNgIeS WoN'T CaTcH YoU...EXcEpT tHeY wIlL..."

She frowns, knowing that's not how the story goes, before shrugging and starting on eatting a napkin dispenser.

The napkin dispenser does not, actually, seem to mind.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Finishing her conversation with Will, she dodges around the drunken pirate party to a clear spot at the bar.

"May I have a room key, please?"

One appears, she picks it up, and lightly pats the bar top.

"Thank you."

She'll have to ask one of the others what her credit looks like now. She has one bracelet left, which might be needed. She heads upstairs.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters and heads for the bar, looking around for familiar faces*

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[frequentflyertf.livejournal.com]

Starscream continues to sit at the bar, observing the activities of the other patrons.
'It's just like the old days. Except Skyfire isn't hear to share my observations with.'
The Seeker sighs, removing himself from his train of thought with another cube of energon.

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[ariel-cherub.livejournal.com]

Strains of a heavenly choir sound, and a bright light shines through the dingy stained-glass window in the front door of the bar. The door swings open, and with a loud SQUEEEEEEEEE!!!!, two blurs of white dart through.

As the door closes behind them, the two blurs slow and take the appearance of two flaxen-haired cherubs.

One, seemingly female, speaks.

"Brother Ezekiel?"

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine bounces out from her room in the staff quarters, and oddly excited smile on her face, and a pen behind her ear. Plopping on a seat near the end of the bar, she grins*

Bar, my dear could I have a hot tea and a cup of tomato soup with cheese?

*Her requested food appers with a pop, along with a small loaf of bread for the soup.*

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy arrives from upstairs dressed in his field shirt, hat and khaki pants. He sniffs at the delicious aromas drifting out from the kitchen and peruses the chalkboard. He rubs a stubbly cheek thoughtfully as he tries to make a tough decision. Eventually he settles on something and addresses the bar *

Could I trouble you for a pot of coffee and a pork roast?

* The bar obliges momentarily with a mug, a full cafetiere and a steaming plate of thick pork slices smothered in apple sauce, hugged by a yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes and some cauliflower cheese. Indy grins happily and adds a further request* Peas?

* A couple of spoonfuls of butter-coated garden peas arrives on the plate as well * Perfect... thanks!

* He settles onto a bar stool and tucks into the hearty meal. Shortly afterwards the plate is clean and Indy sits back, running a napkin across his mouth with a contented sigh*

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[1pom-pom1.livejournal.com]

*As Pom pom walks out of the bar to head home, he laughs a little bit about beating the everloving snot out of Strongbad. He then disappears back to his home.*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael walks into the bar, book in hand, and settles into a corner*

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[mummys-girl.livejournal.com]

*After taking Alanna's advice the other evening, Evelyn did indeed ask the bar for a room key and took a room for the night. For the past several nights, actually. Terribly fascinated with those whom she encountered at the bar, Evelyn found that she was very loathe to leave this place. There were so many people with so many different tales and her thirst for knowledge was demanding to be quenched.

In the time that had passed since she had taken lodging there, Evelyn divided her time equally between two activities - one, she would steal silently down to the bar and linger in the corners watching the other patrons carefully or two, she would stay in her room reading the book she had brought with her to the bar or one that she required of the bar and it presented to her in turn. To those who knew her, they would certainly not have found it odd that she had been immersing herself in various Egyptian myth and history books as of late. However, they would never have suspected her motives.

Her conversation with Anpu on her first night there had struck something within her and she could not quite figure out what that something was.

Nose once again buried in a book, she walks down the stairs and enters the bar, mumuring various bits of information in the book to herself, definitely not watching where she is going.*

...superseded by Osiris as god of the dead...relegated to a supporting role as a god of the funeral cult and...care of the dead...weighing of the heart of the deceased in the Hall of Two Truths...

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[nocturnaldigger.livejournal.com]

Curwen enters the bar with an air of supreme smugness. Even more so than usual. If anybody is in the bar he barely notices. The sides of his mouth curled up slightly in a devious smile. He strolls up to the bar.

"To whomever runs this bar, I have been informed it is possible to secure a quarters on these premises. I would like a key to do so" Curwen produces a bag made of black cloth from his pocket. He opens it to reveal a large number of precious stones."In addition, I also request that the Young Master Todd Bowden toddbaby have all debts acrued in past and from here on to be added to mine own"

OOC i shall be on and off the computer today and tomarrow in spurts so if anyone wishes to interact with Curwen over the next day or so go ahead

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[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

Those who are present in the bar notice a distinct smell, ozone and electricity, that feeling that comes to the back of one's neck during a thunderstorm.

Then, a dull yet blinding flash, as 30-odd feet of technorganic dragon appears in the center of the room. The creature slows to a halt, barely missing the far wall, then... transforms.

Where there once was a dragon, now there is Megatron. Regal. Resplendent. Magnificent. Standing some 13 feet tall, with bright red armor, yellow wings, and a sinister black helmet, he glances around the room. If he is shocked, his expression does not betray him, maintaining an air of steely calm.

He arches one "eyebrow" at the assembled lot, and murmurs one word, almost spat.

"Humans."

Those who have empathic abilities would likely reel at the arrival of this, perhaps the greatest strategist and schemer the planet Cybertron, and indeed, several corners of the universe, has ever known. He exudes power, charm, and more than a slight degree of arrogance. But then, if you were Megatron, would you not be arrogant?

(OOC question: I seem to recall that the Endless appear to non-human beings as a member of whatever species the viewer happens to be. Is this correct? Does this also hold true for the various divine figures, or do they simply appear as humans? This is vaguely important but not really.)

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna walks downstairs with something long and thin wrapped in her burnoose and tucked under her arm. Making her way to the bar, she smiles in greeting to Indy, but takes a seat several bar stools away. Setting the bundle on the bar's smooth surface, she orders a coffee and studies the menu board.*

*to herself* Roast lamb sounds good I think. After all, I need to keep my strength up.

*A decidedly wicked grin crosses her face as she drinks her coffee, lost in thoughts of swords and battle.*

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*walking into the bar, a swagger to his step, wearing an eyepatch, and a swanky grin*

Yaaar me mateys, welcome to Milliways Happy Hourrrrr! I be runnin' this ship tonight, so all hands at the bar had better have a bottle 'o rum, else I'll keel-haul you!

Tonight's special is, as posted by Gil:

Since today is Sunday, today's Special is a Traditional Sunday Roast dinner.
Choose from - Roast Pork and Apple Sauce, Roast Beef and Horseradish Sauce and Roast Lamb with Mint Sauce.
The above served with a selection of seasonal vegetables.
All usual vegetarian options are available.


So come by, me matey, and let's sing up a song. Yar.

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Last night, out of Milliways]

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[destruction1_0]

*Destruction strides into the bar and takes a barstool from which he can watch the whole room.*

A pint of Guinness, please.

*The pint appears and he drinks, watching everything going on around him.*

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[hectorxdelgado.livejournal.com]

Shipwreck wanders back into The Bar, following a rather rough afternoon. There is mud on his boots and pants legs, and his hands are a little dirty.

He saunters over to the bar. "Hey. Gimme some scotch and a hand towel."

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom comes through the painting from the House of Arch looking decidedly different than usual. He's wearing a pirate hat, for one thing, as well as a broad red sash with a wooden sword stuck through
it.

He carries a small, toy parrot that's been enchanted to squawk funny sayings and flap its wings.*

Avast, has anyone seen a fine lass called Ingress?

*He spies her talking to Liz and smiles widely as he walks to their table.*

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[rorschach-mask.livejournal.com]

He steps through the front door and looks around carefully.

"Hurm."

Without another word, he walks directly to the bar, vaults over, and begins rummaging around behind it.

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[pirate_jack]

*Jack strolls in, bright-eyed and singing softly.*

Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me...

*He looks around warily for a moment, but doesn't see any annoying cherubs. Jack grins, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you please.

*A bottle and a glass appear, and Jack pours his first drink of the night.*

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Liz enters from the House of Arch, writing kit in hand. She bypasses the bar, and walks to her usual table.

Once she is settled, she opens the writing kit and withdraws paper, pen, and ink bottle. After opening the ink bottle, she dips the pen in slowly and withdraws it, scraping excess ink from the nib onto the lip of the bottle. She chews her lip thoughtfully, then busies herself writing -- or trying to write.

[OOC: Liz-mun has to work tonight, sadly, and will be departing around 11 pm EST. She (and therefore Liz) will be around almost without interruption until then, however.]

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

*carefully ties stripey apron around waist before entering bar and approaching the chalkboard - considers for a moment then begins to write*

Since today is Sunday, today's Special is a Traditional Sunday Roast dinner.

Choose from - Roast Pork and Apple Sauce, Roast Beef and Horseradish Sauce and Roast Lamb with Mint Sauce.

The above served with a selection of seasonal vegetables.

All usual vegetarian options are available.

* returns to the kitchen with a sigh*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael saunters down the bar and sits, smirking cockily at the bar*

A Deep Sea for me, mate.

*the drink appears and he laps at it, attempting to keep his bandana out of his drink.*

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress leaps through the House of Arch Painting with a squeal of glee. She is weilding a plastic cutlass and glares at everyone indiscriminately.*

Avast! 'tis me, the Dread Pirate Ingress! Drink up, me hearties, yo ho! Obey me, or... or... or... you'll walk the plank!!!

*Ingress tears around the room, screaming bloody murder.*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs and looks in some astonishment at the number of the bar's patrons who are wearing bandannas and talking colorfully. She shakes her head, and goes to the bar in search of tea.*

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down the stairs and goes to the bar.*

Can I get a chicken salad and a glass of cherry cola and that book I was reading yesterday please.

*The items appear and Angie takes them to a booth. She curls up in the corner and starts reading while she eats and drinks.*

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes in with his guitar, but doesn't start to play it yet. He props it carefully against the bar, and sits down near enough to keep an eye on it, a seat or two along from Val.

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[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing, much less wet, much less bleeding and much less wobbly than his previous venture into the bar, descends the stairs. He gives his head a shift and there's a soft pop when his neck cracks - if feels much better, however.

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he hears people speaking strangely... he is a bit confused and is beginning to wonder if he's still asleep and dreaming or if he's wandered into a weird world all it's own... of course, this *is* Milliways, which makes the latter mostly accurate already. He sighs and rubs the back of his head as he makes his way to the bar.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*There is a twinkling of purple light and Tim appears next to his usual stool. However, like the rest of the bar, Tim is slightly off this day. A long tailed ratty black coat with a deep purple lining it's sleeves removed to reveal tims semi bare arms lies drapped across his lanky frame. A reddish brown velvet hat is tilted rakishly upon his head, with a leather eye patch covering his left eye. His chest is bare under the coat, well as bare as his arms. No cloth covering them, but odd and intricate tatoos now adorn his body. His legs are covered by rough black pants, and high leather boots. The spitting image of a pirate to be. He pauses, looking down at himself.*

Arr? What be dis deviltry?

*freezes, and tries to stare at his lips.*

By de gods, what be wrong wit' me voice?

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[locks_it_up]

*And there is Death, at the usual barstool, chin in hand, smiling her little smile.*

Hello, bar. The usual, please?

*she picks up the White Russian as it materializes, and grins* Thank you!

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*heads straight to the bar, then stops short, eyes wide with horror*

The tea! Why is the tea gone?

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin Trumps into the bar, Grayswandir buckled at his side. He immediately walks out the back door to the lake.*

[OOC: Warning -- Swordplay to be contained herein.]

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[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestarrunner wakes up to find himself having drooled all over the table he is sitting at, and also to find that all of his friends have abandoned him.*

HEY! Whewe did evewyone go? Aw man, I need some meloooooooonade!

*Homestar walks to the bar, asks for a glass of molonade. The glass appears and he starts to walk around the room looking for people to talk to.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Val walks into the bar from the staff quarters again, but this time she seems a bit... different. She's wearing a torn red-and-white stripes skirt, a lace-up back vest over a white blousy shirt and her hair in a bandanna. Bouncing over to the bar, she laughs for a moment as her tray appears, complete with a foamy mug of ... root beer.*

Avast, ye bar! I shall shiver thy timbers for this, I will. Arrrrrrr.

*She looks around the room for anyone needing assistance.*

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[what-a-guy.livejournal.com]

Ace walks in after finding himself somewhere he didn't remember being. He takes a long, slow look at all the pirates and is torn between fighting them and rescuing any possible damsels in distress and shrugging it off and getting something to drink. He decides to do neither. He addresses the.. err.. problem as it were.

"Excuse me if I'm being thicker than two bricks super glued to the complete, big print, comic book form works of William Shakespeare.. but why, oh why, is almost everyone in the whole smegging bar dressed as a pirate?"

Uncertain if this question will be answered coherently, if at all, he shuffled to the bar for a drink.

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[leplusbeau]

Out of Milliways

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[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia enters the bar, looks about, and blinks. Bandannas? Eyepatches? How ... odd.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny realizes that she is thirsty, In her cute little skirt and peasant blouse, she is the very makings of a wench. Proceeds to have a short conversation with the bar*
Pirates drink rum, aye?
Bar, give me a beer.
*a beer appears*
Thanks.

*she smiles at the bar and looks around at all the pirates that weren't pirates yesterday. This should be fun.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and kids enter the bar. Millie, in wolf form, has a bandana tied around her neck. Snow has a matching one for a headband thingie. um. you know what I mean. She's also wearing her sword.*

Arr, tis good to be here!

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Post Milliways Entry

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[heysugah.livejournal.com]

Rogue floats into the bar and hovers just inside the door. She stares at all the pirates.

"Wha the hell...?"

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[prydeful]

*enters, waving a sword about and trying not to grin too much*

Avast, me hearties. Where be the rum?!

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[silver_flecks]

Del enters happily. There's a nice level of chaos in the bar, a little different than the normal one. It's fun.

"RAiSiNs AnD PiNeApPlE JuiCe PleAsE..."

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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*Hob wanders into the bar, absorbed in Johnson's General History of the Robberies and Murders of the most notorious Pyrates. He settles himself at a table with a whiskey sour, ignoring the unusual level of chaos around him.*

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[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

Inigo swaggers into the bar, an Extremely Large Pirate Hat perched on his head.

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::It's not really a run, as such - it's a photo expedition for one of Jane's classes. Still, she's out wandering around Boston with her Polaroid in hand and trying to stake out a new running route as she goes. She turns a corner...
And finds herself in Milliways. Well, it beats having to argue with her roommate every time she wants in.
She notices all the pirate-themed business... and staaaares... and then starts laughing::
You people don't do anything by halves, do you?
::And then she starts taking pictures, as this is just begging to be captured on film::

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Pre-Milliways)

Bruce enters through the front door, backpack slung over one shoulder and Mite on the other. He looks around for familiar faces, confused by the pirate theme.

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[heysugah.livejournal.com]

Rogue floats over the main part of the bar and yells at the top of her lungs:

"First real pirate Ah meet, Ah dance naked through the bar for ya!"

[Contains big boobed nudity. You have been warned.]

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna and Corwin enter via the back door following their practice duel by the lake. They are both rather disheveled, but other then a few cuts and scrapes, none the worse for wear. Peter follows them inside. Alanna winks at Peter and thanks him for his encouragement. Looking very pleased with themselves, Alanna and Corwin march up to the bar.*

*Alanna grins at the assembled patrons and pats the bar.*

Bar, some coffee for young Peter here, a bottle of rum for me and a bottle of that vile blue stuff for the prince. *grins at Corwin* He has no taste in drink, but he's a decent swordsman. I feel generous this evening.

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[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestar has become a bit scared by all the "pirates" in the bar, so he starts to walk towards the door and just kind of disapears. And, he's BACK in Free Country, USA!*