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[agent-dkscully.livejournal.com]

*Scully opens the door to the X-Files office and steps over the thresh-hold, eyes focused on the file in her hand. She is vaguely aware of the audible 'click' of the lock as the door shuts completely but does not turn around to yank it to make sure that it is properly closed. Instead, she is concentrating on the paperwork before her, thumbing through documentation and photographs.

She blinks, noticing that the lighting is significantly different than it usually is in the office. Wondering if perhaps a light is out, she snaps the file shut and glances up, noticing finally that she is not inside the X-Files office but rather has somehow found herself to be back at Milliways.*

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal stands up, leaving. He replays the conversation as he walks.

Plans proceeding apace. Perhaps a little quicker than hoped.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders down the stairs and into the bar, fedora in hand, white rose pinned to her cloak (as usual, although it is not the same rose.)

She looks tired.*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael comes downstairs. He looks better than he has, but still not up to scratch- the discoloured patches on his wings have faded and shrunk, but are still visible. He sits in a corner of the bar and takes a book from his pocket, making himself comfortable*

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian wanders into the bar. He orders a pint of cider, does a tapdance, then sits crosslegged in the middle of the floor*

Doko?...

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

A distortion of energy.

The sky opens up, and regurgitates a young girl.

She stands, unfazed, on the grounds in front of the bar. Her eyes are tearing.

Suddenly, she seems more panicked, and rubbing the streaming tears from her eyes and face, takes deliberate - frail, yet determined - steps towards the bar entrance, pulls open the door, looking too heavy for her delicate frame, and steps inside.

She is Asian, with straight, chin-length, black hair.
She is clothed entirely in black. No flesh shows except for her face and neck, and small hands.
She appears to be about eleven or twelve.
And her eyes are harsh -- in that way that people seem when they are totally devoid of anything on the inside. Her eyes look, and look at you, this way.

She scans the room, still rubbing her eyes, and adjusting, bit-by-bit to her surroundings. She sees an older man, and a younger man talking in one part of the room.

She doesn't like the older man. She knows that. But the younger man looks promising.

....She gathers her resolve, and heads over.

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[aj_crawley]

*Fajer walks into the bar, shivering a bit, and dead on his feet, but grinning. And the grin stays, even when he pulls off his headdress, changes robes to trousers and jacket, pales skin, and is Crowley*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*David walks downstairs, rubbing his eyes, with a silly smile playing on his face.

He walks to the bar and sits down on a stool, his eyes closed as he lays his head on his arms*

Mmm, Bar? Surprise me, please. Something spicy and hot. Liquid.

*he drops a few coins on the bar, produced from somewhere within a jacket that he hadn't worn in years.

A glass of spiced rum appears, and he takes it graciously*

Thank you.

*he smiles secretly to himself and watches the other patrons as he sips his drink*

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

The girl walks to the entrance of the bar with an incredulous look on her face, leaving the conversation with the young man in white.

She pushes the front door slowly to open it and leaves.

...Three minutes later, she walks back in, distrust in her eyes, now, but then that look is overtaken with the look of acute pain.

A panic overtakes her face, briefly, and she clutches at her chest with her hand, falling to her knees in the doorway of the bar.

Her free hand supports her from collapsing completely on the ground, where she remains, hunched over and hair hiding her face, breathing heavily.


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( Later... )

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard saw that no bartender was on duty, not surprising as most of them worked the evening and early morning shifts, so he decided to take a shift. He stepped behind the Bar, patted her good morning, and tied on his apron.

"Can I get anyone anything?"

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[ember_eleven]

Ember blinks as her eyes take in the familiar surroundings. This definately isn't the troll caves. Although she isn't complaining. She walks up to the Bar, laying a freshly killed elk on the clean countertop.

"This is my payment for my staying here the other night. Can you see that Gil gets the meat?" The meat disappears with a blink of an eye. Ember smiles. "Thank you."

A tad thirsty, she turns to the man behind the bar.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny rushes downstairs she's not late today but she wants to get to the kitchen. She sees Ember at the bar and waves at her before going into the kitchen*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Right, decision time," Gil said to his rat, taking down the big recipe book from the shelf. He picked up the rat, put her on his shoulder and trotted outside to get a little sun. Seated on the grass by the lake he opened the book and began to turn the pages. "What shall we do today? French? Italian? I'll do proper Sunday roasts tomorrow but let's be adventurous tonight."

Rat squeaked, smoothing her apron over her tummy and Gil blushed.

"I didn't mean that kind of adventurous and I'm unlikely to wind up in your situation," he pointed out, flipping through the book, then added in a sotto voce grumble, "besides chance would be a fine thing."

He sighed, closed the book with a snap then let it fall open at random. "Ooh, Brazil," he said. "let's see..."

He had taken off his apron - clothes were so uncomfortable - but had brought it with him because he expected that Penny would be in the kitchen when he got back and he wouldn't want to embarrass her and also because the pockets were so useful. He pulled out his notepad and his pencil and began to scribble:


Beef and Black Bean Casserole

Shrimp Empanadas

After a while and some increasingly annoyed page flipping he sighed. "They don't seem to have many substantial veggie recipes in Brazil," he said, "which is odd because that's where the nuts come from. Oh, well I'll have to put in a tried and tested substitute."

He scribbled for a while longer:

Roast Mushroom Stuffed Peppers

...then leaned back on his elbows looking up at the sun. It was nice outside.

But Rat clambered down onto his stomach and sat up and chittered at him and he nodded.

"You're right, I should."

He got up and tied on his apron and picked up his pad, pencil, book and the rat. Then he went back into the kitchen to continue his days work.

[ooc: now we have a 'Breakfast time' for Milliways I'll post the specials in posts like this rather than assume - as I was - that I was posting in the evening. Apologies.]

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel...

...is bored again. What A Surprise.

He's amusing himself somewhat by creating tiny, intricately-carved crystal figurines of certain people he's met. Each one glows violet as it comes into being, and he studies them carefuly before setting them beside his chalice of wine.

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[ember_eleven]

Ember awakes and stretches. That was a good rest. She blinks as she notices the blanket pooled around her and the bowl of nuts and meat on the table in front of her. Who... she catches a scent on the blanket. She blushes when she recognizes it. Wrapping herself in the warm blanket, she begins to eat the delicious food, smiling the whole time.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes into the bar from the lake, windblown and ink-smeared. He places his bass carefully behind Bar and gives her a stroke--"Evenin', beautiful,"--before grabbing a special from Gil and sitting at the piano.

He flexes his wrists and plays scales to warm up his fingers, and decides to start the evening with ( something slow )

Request time is open closed. Charlie thanks you all profusely and is going to rest his hands.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Val walks into the bar, straightening her skirt, and pulling her hair back as she walks in. The's a notebook and pen in her apron, along with her usual notepad. She picks up her tray from Bar, giving her a gentle rub as she walks by, then turns, plopping on a seat and scanning the mostly-empty room. She muses to no one in particular*

Slow night. Perhaps I'll get some writing done.

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[theravenboy]

*A faint phrase of harp music, and Bran Davies opens the front door. His posture is oddly awkward; it fluctuates from the farmboy's easy relaxation to the prince's regal bearing.* Here again, am I?

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He enters the bar, humming Bach to himself. He moves to the bar, sitting and ordering a glass of wine.

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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways, from last night.]

*Moiraine comes back downstairs, after having briefly entered earlier for some soup.

She moves gracefully to the bar, and collects a cup of tea, then turns. Moiraine considers her usual table for a long moment, then nods, and goes over to it. She is still somewhat pale, and very quiet. She sits, obviously thinking very intently about something.*

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[hectorxdelgado.livejournal.com]

Shipwreck rolls into the Bar. He's got bandages on his forearm, and a few sizeable cuts on his face. They're healing nicely, though. Whatever happened, it was at least a day or two ago.

He looks around the bar. "What the fuck. Everybody out of town or something?" Man, there was *nobody* here tonight. No sign of the usual suspects, so he might have to chat up some of the... weirder-lookin' locals.

Oh well. He could always nurse his bottle of gin and hope a familiar face pops up.

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out of the staff quarters, he looks a bit better than yesterday, but not by much.

He walks over to the bar and sits*

Cheeseburger and a coke.

*It appears and Loki eats*

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[blue_eyed_lord]

The Rider enters the bar room, dressed in black as per usual. He heads to the bar and perches himself on a stool. He lays the thick volume of Montainge's essays on the wooden top, he opens up to a page about a quarter of the way through and begins to read.

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[maybeazatarc]

Martouf comes down the stairs and makes his way toward the bar. He appears rather confused as his eyes glance up and down the bar...

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders down the stairs and into the bar. She has an intent look on her face, and as she walks, she mutters to herself,* Arabesque, then pirouette. Arabesque, then pirouette.

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[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Edward bounces down stairs with Paddy once again trailing behind her. She is happy happy...
There is a Spike and a Faye and An Ein all in the bar. And she has Paddy. They all love her. She is wearing girl clothes. She walks over to the bar and hugs it*

Hello Bar!!

May Edward have a bowl of noodles and a bowl of kibble please, and a bowl of water and a glass of milk?
*everything appears*

Thank you Bar.

*she puts the bowl of kibble and water on the floor for Paddy, then she picks up her chopsticks and begins eating*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim appears ina puff of logic, sitting cross legged on the end of the bar, a very plain short sword resting across his lap. He looks up an down the bar, taking in faces, smiling to himself.*

Empty tonight.

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[mister-dolemite.livejournal.com]

The door to the Bar flies open and in strolls a rather ...luxuriously dressed man. Clad in a long coat with white fur trim, a suit and matching hat all of the brightest baby blue, he takes one look around, pauses, and then, in a slightly irritated tone....

"What the SHIT is this? This ain't the Total Experience!"

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks opens the front door, allowing a rush of chilly fall air and a few scattered leaves inside; she quickly forces the door shut against the wind, and promptly trips over the tail of her Hufflepuff scarf. She retrieves an Irish coffee from the bar on her way to Crowley and Aziraphale's table*

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[equivocal-miles.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out Of Milliways Post]

Miles steps into the Bar, rather wet and not dressed like he has been in previous appearances. Instead, he's in pants cut off above the knees, and a loose shirt.

...

His face seems very conflicted about his entrance.

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[prettymaids]

*The door of the bar opens and Drusilla enters the bar humming and swaying from side to side. Suddenly she stops. Evidently this is not where she was planning to go, but that doesn't faze her in the slightest. She goes to the bar and sits on a stool, patting the surface gently. She cocks her head to the side and closes her eyes, as if she's listening...*

Oh my pet what have here? The puppy and his lady lost to the heavens, and little explosions take it's place...

So much I've missed my darling, so much suffering and pain... It makes my head hurt.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby enter from the House of Arch with the kids. They head for a table*

(no subject)

[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia heads into the bar, pausing just inside the door and looking around. Her gaze falls on Moiraine, sitting alone at her usual table.*

*She hesitates, then heads over.*

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[stbethadettes]

Beth enters from the lake.

She finds a suitable table at which to sit, puts down her mostly empty bottle of water, and pulls a different paperback out of her pocket. She opens this book to a page fairly near the beginning and starts to read.

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce enters the bar. He has obtained a notebook and pencil somewhere, and goes around intently takes notes on everything and everyone in the bar. He pokes in corners, looks on tables, and is a general nuiscence.

Xander wakes up

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

[[occ: Pre-Milliways / intro for Xander Harris]]

With a sudden snort, Xander lifted his head off of the cool table and took a look around. Through groggy eyes and a blinding headache he made out people and things, but none of them immediately recognizable.

"Wasn't it just night?" Xander muttered as he shielded his face from a bright overhead lamp.