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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter enters from the House of Arch, rubbing his eyes, which are bloodshot. He looks exhausted and frustrated, as if he has been studying for a very long and very difficult test and not done nearly so well as he had hoped. He orders coffee from the bar, and once he receives his cup, carafe and creamer, seats himself at a table in the corner.

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[capt_angie]

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

Hey bar. A beer please and burger and chips.

*The food and drink appears and Angie takes it to a table.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in from upstairs. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail. She walks over to the bar and sits down*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew ambles downstairs, humming something under his breath.*

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[drapeau-rouge.livejournal.com]

Enjolras is slumped over a table in the bar, staring morosely into a glass of water. A red flag is draped across his shoulders like a blanket, and he is humming "La Carmagnole" rather tunelessly under his breath. He looks like a man who desperately needs to get drunk and does not know how.

After Broom's shift . . .

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Upon finishing his duties, Broom makes a quick visit to his closet, then sweeps up to Bar and gives her a bow. He then presents her with a container of high-quality furniture polish that he acquired somehow. Bar's wood trim curls upwards, and she blushes slightly. Broom lays a hand lovingly on her surface for some time, then bows again and makes his way back to his closet. Behind him, Bar gives off what might be a sigh*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe slowly sips a very nice whiskey to death and then decides it's time for bed. He heads up the stairs, walking very carefully.

[OOC: Out of Milliways Post]

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[pair-of-morons.livejournal.com]

A brief note: Until such time as Dream leaves, Beavis and Butt-Head Are Passed Out. If some kind spirit could prop them up in a corner, I'd be much obliged.

As it stands (aheh) now, they're currently slumped in the middle of the floor, snoring loudly. Beavis occasionally mumbles something about fire, while Butt-Head's hand is disturbingly close to his groin.

By the Lake...

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia reaches her hammock and stares at it without recognition. She spreads her arms, and vines shoot from the tips of her fingers, the ends of her hair, the hem of her skirt, enclosing the area around the hammock in a virtually impassible wall of thorn and bramble. Very Sleeping Beauty.

Whether she can move in there or is compeltely wrapped in vines is anyone's guess.*

[OOC: Until Ophelia is better, this is where she'll be whenever she isn't in the bar. It will replenish itself just as quickly as it can be cut through. A reasonably determined person of sufficient power could probably get through, but please talk to me before doing anything. Anybody who tries to reach her - or even screws with the vines - will have a pissed and utterly evil flower-incarnation-inside-Ophelia's-body after them, so please bear that in mind.]

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley and Aziraphale enter the bar, bickering animatedly about something something that is almost certainly of no relevance whatsoever. Before settling at their usual table, the two head over to the bar to retrieve their drinks*

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer sits at a table by himself, feet propped onto a chair. He looks very normal. Eyes are blue today, shirt is open, feet are bare.

He's drinking coffee, black as sin and very sweet.

He's incredibly bored.

Exuente

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*he's still sulking, and makes his way upstairs from the corner, ignoring David completely, but throwing a message to him mentally*

And if you're planning on coming into our room, I want you coming alone.

*and he leaves*

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[missing5th.livejournal.com]

Vowl finally, finally, withdraws from his goal: to turn in for a night, any night at all.

Coming downstairs again, his thoughts run along that old circular pathway -- a void, a void! A missing unit! A missing... God only knows what, that digs its vicious claws into my mind! Why? Why?

Strain obvious to all in his aura, Vowl asks for what, by his count, is a 26th glass of warm milk dating from his arrival in Milliways -- ignoring that nagging notion of having lost count, that on his first Thursday upon dying (which was on a Sunday), his glass had soda in it.

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress bounces through the painting and stops abruptly. She pouts.*

There's nobody here, Gavroche!

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[balletrat]

*Meg dashes down the stairs, hopping them two-at-a-time; the last three she takes in a graceful flying leap. She looks around anxiously, then, spying her cloak and scarf, breaks into a beaming smile and darts over to the stool where she'd left them last night. She wraps the scarf in the cloak and starts to attempt to shove the resultant bundle into her tutu. It's a bit tight, but if she could fit a full 19th-century gown in there, a cloak shouldn't give her too much trouble . . .*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim saunters into the bar from his room, still yawning. He's up early for once. His face scans the room, then turns slowly towards the sound of childish voices. Hmmm. Funny, theres multiple, and niether of them sound like bruce. More children? Thinks the 16 year old. A slight sigh aas he makes his way over.*

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki is sitting at his table in the back. He's been there all night. Angels don't need sleep.

He wanders over to the bar and sits at a stool*

Let me get a Jack Daniels. Triple.

*It appears and loki sits and drinks*

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He comes through the door, no longer surprised when portals become a gateway. Dressed in his usual impeccable suit for a day out, he makes his way to the bar and smiles slightly to anyone who meets his gaze.

What message does his smile pass? Depends on who sees it. The insecure may see a smile edged in danger, the arrogant may see a razor wit ready to slash their ego mercilessly. The strong and dangerous, a secretive smile saying, "I know, too ..." All this in his smile.

The bar is asked, "A bottle of 1994 Loch Dhu, please." When it arrives, he nods a little, murmuring a polite "Thank you."

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sets the bass by the piano and opens the piano lid. He takes out his notebook in case he has time to compose--there are a lot of lyrics crowding his brain today, notes piling themselves on top of each other and begging to be written down--but he has a duty to the bar first.

( A little something for himself first. )

"Requests, good denizens of Milliways?"

Music start!

[md_donighal]

Through a momentary flaming doorway, Michael shows up in a charcoal-gray polo shirt (with a purple slashed zero on the chest) and khaki slacks.

"Who's up for a night of eighties karaoke?" He pronounces it kara-okay, not carry-okie. "The eighties to be those of whichever century you prefer."

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

As Nick enters Milliways, he's practically skipping...if one can skip as smoothly as he seems to slide into his spot at the bar. The detective is, in a word, glowing. Blue eyes sparkling, hair emmaculate, suit perfect, and his face clean shaven with the exception of the beginnings of a goatee, every part of him screams 'happiness'. It's taken him a long time, but finally his life is looking up.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[walks down into Milliways slowly, not really noticing much. There's a very good reason for this, as she is reading Anna Karenina at the same time as walking.]

[not noticing anyone else in the bar, she walks over to the armcahir by the fire and curls up in it]

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred walks in from outside, sunglasses on and hands in his pockets. Though what can be seen of his expression is fairly calm, he has a somewhat cagey air about him. Scanning the room from behind his glasses, he clicks his tongue behind his teeth.

Alright, Will Stanton...where are you?

[eta] Not seeing him with his quick scan of the room, Mordred sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, walking up to the bar to get rather drunk.

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[trekkienumber1.livejournal.com]

The front door whooshes as it comes open, and Kirk enters the bar once again, but this time out of uniform. He quickly takes off his glasses and puts them in his pocket.

"Well. Seems my study can be a willing entrance...now, where did my book go...?"

Kirk starts to search under the nearest tables and works his way slowly toward the bar.

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: post-Milliways]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael curls up on the bar, purring to himself. He debates whether to get something to drink or not, but figures that it would require him to move, so no drink for him.*

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* A bespectacled Indiana Jones ambles downstairs in his field shirt and slacks. He looks a little more presentable than usual. He has shaved and it's even apparent that he has run a comb through his hair as he takes his hat off to sit at the bar. There's a happy twinkle in his eyes, possibly brought about by the prospect of an adventure. He orders a vodka tonic and casts a look around the room. Seeing no sign of the brownies, he takes a drink from his glass *

[Warning: gratuitous arm wrestling within]

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down the stairs and sees Meg and Tim. She wanders over.*

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[-tombraider-.livejournal.com]

The front door flies open, the wind howls outside, and snow streams into the bar. Lara stumbles into the bar in a thick jacket and hood. She makes her way over to the bar proper, sits down heavily, and than dumps the contents of her back pack on the bar itself. Several golden relics and a distinctly Mayan sun amulet are among the nitnacks and ammo cases.

"What will that get me?"

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[jane_drew]

*Jane descends the stairs, carrying a black leather-covered book with her. She goes to the bar and gets a bowl of chicken soup and some water. She takes these over to a far table and sets them down. Sitting, she opens the book to where she left off and begins reading, occasionally taking sips of water or soup.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is sittign quietly by the bar, a thoughtful look on his face behind the mask. He glances over to see if theres any bar staff on duty, then reaches into his duffle bag, drawing out an elderly cricket bat and absent twirling it. He's in an odd mood tonight...but isn;t that every night?*

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[thisway-thatway.livejournal.com]

The Cheshire cat appears as he often does. From nowhere and for no paticular reason. He is feeling rather kersplinkity and is in search of nothing in paticular, and it may or may not show.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny comes down stairs. Today, she has a book, because her purse conatins the world so there must be a book in there somewhere. It's ratty and the cover has fallen off. She goes over and sits at a table. and begins reading. her hair is once again in a ponytail. *

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[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix opens the door and steps through, expecting to see Patrick smiling at him from over the bar. He pauses, and turns to step back. This is not the Raven. However, there is no longer a door behind him. He curses softly when he sees Nick sitting chipperly at the bar.

Oh well, he had wanted to go to a bar. Did it really matter if it was the wrong one? He steeled himself, and walked carefully to the bar, sitting down silently, hoping to remain unseen.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and the kids enter the bar from the House of Arch, having finally recovered after last week's sudden illness. Snow smiles as she spots Bigby approaching from his office*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream, looking content. Long fingered hands folded over one another, and his eyes half lidded with pleasure.

His robes are unusually quiet, the nightmares in the hems being played out in subdued tones.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters the bar, glancing around for familiar faces*

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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

*Baldrick sits at a table, reaches into his pocket, and places several dried beans in front of him. He moves them back and forwards, side to side, in groups and by themselves. He's trying to learn basic addition.*

Two beans plus two beans equals....

*He mumbles to himself, then pushes all the beans together. He looks up, and seeing no-one he knows, starts again.*

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[mnt_raph]

*The front door blows open revealing a far too quiet New York City alley way. The darkened alley is only lit by a sudden flash of lightning, that is quickly followed by a crash of rolling thunder. After a minute of darkened silence, another flash of lightning occurs, on this time instead of seeing the alley, we see the now illuminated form of Raphael. The thunder rolls as he enters the bar. With a murderous glare he scans the crowd for one Timothy Hunter. Not seeing him during his initial sweep of the room, he begins to levitate a few inches off the ground. Raph doesn't seem to notice this in the slightest.

The increased sight lines have paid off, as Raph spots Tim sitting at the bar. He storms over. A path through the crowd forms in front of him. When he has crossed half the distance, he bellows as loudly as one can through clenched teeth.*

WHAT DID YOU DO, TIM?