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[v_knidh8er]

*The small door in the bar opens, to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game", and nine loompas file out wearing thier usual attire, but with rather bright Red Sox*


Oompa loompa doom pa de doo
We've got a news flash 'specially for you.
Oompa loompa doom pa dee dee
If you like baseball you'll listen to me.


The curse of the Babe is a perilous thing.
It's kept the Bo-Sox from winning a ring.
But Boston's luck is about to change big.
They've gone and beat odds larger than the Big Dig.

Stick it in your ear Yankees!

Oompa loompa doom pa de da
A good pitching staff have helped them go fa'
Defeating the Yankees is really good too.
Come and drink like the Ooompa loompa doom pa de doo!

*They line up at the bar and wait for pints of Chocolate Stout*

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[kudou-youji.livejournal.com]

Youji enters the bar cautiously. It seems crowded tonight, more so than usual. Carefully he slides up to the bar, humming a strange American baseball song.

Root, root, root for the home team...

He smiles, and orders a blue motorcycle. Not the manliest of drinks, but he's in a good mood for once, and doesn't need the hard stuff.

As always he skims the bar, looking for someone to distract him.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, looking cheerful. His straight thick hair is windblown, and he wears a sweater of blue and red and olive green which shows more than usual that he is from the 1970s.*

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[ispeakcat.livejournal.com]

Having completed her latest nightmare, she wanders back to that place she'd found once before. That bar set in the path of another nightmare. She settles down at a table, ordering a cider when a waiter or waitress passes by. She looks over the bar, who would be there that might catch her interest, tonight?

Lonely children on the run...

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd's out by the lake tonight, sitting on a tree stump. In his lap rests his exquisitely cared-for Winchester .30-.30 rifle (with removable telescopic scope...), and he's insuring the further life of by lovingly polishing the instrument with a bottle of Alpaca gun oil.*



* It's canon! Whee!

My compass started spinning, and then...

[sky-captain.livejournal.com]

( Approaching Milliways )

Joe Sullivan swings open the unsecured door and steps cautiously into a busy kitchen.  He doesn't feel he's in any particular danger, though, despite the knives being wielded.  Or, rather, washed.  'Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt.  Is there someone who can tell me where I am?  My navigational equipment went haywire and I thought I'd better land before that storm blows in.'

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia sighs softly and stirs. Her eyes flutter open for a moment, and then she realises that she is being held by Nick. She cuddles against him and smiles.*

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru, starts, and sits up in the booth where she sat down yesterday evening
[ooc: *coff coff* yesterday evening]. She is displeased to still be here, but moreso, her stomach has started to rumble.

She looks around for staff of some sort, and, upon spotting one, is too shy to walk over, but, unfortunately, much more too shy to let out anything more than a meek, "Waitress!" and just hope that the waitress has heard her.

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[not-cecily.livejournal.com]

After spending two hours lost into a labyrinth of shifting corridors on her way back from the ladies' restroom, Hallie is somewhat grumpy. She sighs inrelief, grabs a drink at the bar, then finds herself a table in a dark quiet corner to relax. She seems somewhat gloomy as she stares at her glass.

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya...

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: post this, this, this and this]

*He runs outside, tears in his eyes and makes his way down by the lake, staring at the night.

He's been so used to the night it doesn't bother him that the stars aren't positioned correctly. It's all he's seen here, outside with Charlie, outside when he was coming in...

A sob escapes his throat and he curses himself for being so fucking weak. Acting like a child.

Wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve, he looks out over the lake and breathes - just breathes. Richard's blood is still hot in his veins and the guilt he feels is incredible.

And Charlie - Charlie, Charlie, Charlie...

Thinking of Charlie is painful, but he can't stop.

So he sits with his head in his hands, and listens to the night as it passes slowly by*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sits around not looking faintly resentful of the world in general, which means that she is. She's sitting by the fireplace, again, and watching the fire.*

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Having just spoken to the young lady who seemed rather like a ballerina, and asking around to several others, always in a hushed, shy voice, for a woman about whom she knows very few things - one of those few that she is named "Moiraine" - Hotaru leans against a table.

She is clutching her chest, and her eyes are downcast.

Her inquiries have led her to nothing. Thank heaven she was able to get something to eat, but she is still here, for a second day.

Her breathing has become more labored, but the look on her face, (albeit covered mostly by hair, her head being hung), is one that implies that she is more irritated than concerned with this attack.

Then, without warning, it intensifies.

And she collapses, completely unconscious.

[ooc: And there she will stay! Until she wakes up, or until someone finds the need to relocate her. As long as you don't do anything like undress her or root through her things, feel free to relocate her, or leave her, as you Will.]

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[lithargean.livejournal.com]

From outside the bar can be heard what sounds like horses' hooves, which come to a stop. Muffled male voices speak briefly, and then the hooves gallop away again.

The door opens, and a young man with greenish-grey skin walks in - not greenish in the sense of being ill, it seems just to be his natural skin tone. He looks around curiously, eyeing the unconscious girl on the floor with some concern.

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan is sitting at the corner table again, drinking honey-brew and reading a heavy leather-bound book of Homanan politics. Sleeta is at his feet, and the purple glow that had been in his eyes before is gone now.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy walks downstairs briskly and immediately checks the bar. A look of happy relief breaks across his face as he sees the Ark still standing proudly on the counter. He strides over and pulls out a stool adjacent to the box.*

* The Ark seems quite indifferent to his presence. Its golden surface remains a little unreflective... some might say dull... almost as if it is sleeping. Indy takes his hat off and hooks it on the nearest cherubim. He orders a coffee and takes a few moments to inspect the deep condensation rings which stain the Ark's lid. He sighs and scratches his head. He licks his fingers lightly and rubs at one of the circles. His efforts yield no visible improvement. *

* He sits down and scratches his head some more. He looks around for someone who might be able to offer some advice about restoring gold plating, or even just some simple cleaning products. *

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[As fun as donning the jeans and top had been, when Delia walks into Milliways she is back to her normal green silk gown.]

[the heavy book of Anna Karenina is also back in her hands, but she doesn't walk straight over to the armchair. The book will be used if she doesn't find someone to talk to, not before.]

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[stilljustandrew]

[Out of Milliways, three days ago]

*Andrew sits at the bar, moodily staring into an unfinished root beer.*

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[walks into the bar, dark hair tied back and jacket neatly not done up. His satchel slung over one shoulder, Sario makes his way over to the bar.]

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways ]
*Penny wanders out from the kitchen and sits down at the bar*

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[marionravnwood.livejournal.com]

*It's been a hell of a week.

Marion had been in hiding for the past few days and she's grown damned tired of it. The modest apartment that she keeps in Chicago had been broken into five days ago and she still has no clue as to who or why or what. Her belongings were strewn about, drawers emptied, pottery and ceramics smashed. As far as she could tell, nothing was taken. Then again, Marion never was the best housekeeper. She was an ambitious woman, but organization was not one of her finer qualities.

Ever since she had returned home that day to find her apartment in ruins, Marion had been hopping from hotel to hotel paying for rooms in cash. She isn't stupid; someone is obviously after something they think she has. The last time that happened, her entire bar in Patan had gotten burnt down, no thanks to Jones. She'd also almost taken a hot poker to the eye. Well, Marion wasn't about to stand around and invite big baddies to burn her or do something worse. She was going to lay low until she figured out what was so damned important that people were breaking into her things.

Laying low, however, didn't mean that she couldn't go out and have a whiskey when she really needed one.

And right now, she really needed one.

Marion opens the door to her favourite bar, only to find that she's in Milliways once again.*

Oh hell. Not again.

*She spies Jones across the way.*

Well, this just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?

*Resigned, she heads on over to where he's seated.*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*he steps into the bar from outside, beside the lake, when the sunlight is too strong for him.

He hasn't slept.

And he hasn't spoken to Charlie since last night.

Today, he feels, will not be a good day at all.

He sits at the bar, and orders a glass of scotch*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim walks in from the lake, shaking his head slightly. Odd that. in one hand is a familiar red stone, in the other a red disc. He idly rubs at both, taking comfort in thier presence.*

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In the House of Arch]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine did not sleep well last night, even with the light on, but she came to the bar anyway. She tries to be in the bar as much as possible--when she is alone is when she begins to feel unhappy again.

And the last thing she wants is to be unhappy.

Elaine takes her sketchbook and pencils and some strange stick-things that have colors in them, and goes to sit at a table. She's never gotten to use colors with her sketches before. She did some experimenting with the colors earlier, and found that they could be blended with her fingers, which produced a particularly pleasing effect.

The meal she gets at the bar is simple, bread, cheese, and beer. While eating, she thinks about the long talk she had with Beth last night and how far she has come since she first arrived at Milliways.

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[ember_eleven]

Ember enters the bar from outside. She looks over at the tables and sees David in the arms of another man. And he looks happy.

She smiles sofly. Good for you, David.

She walks up to the bar, staring at the board behind. She bits her lip, wishing she could do what she wants to do. She looks around to see if anyone can help her.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar, her fedora at a slightly awkward angle. She looks distracted.*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith jogs into the bar from the back door, having been out for a run. She may be stuck here, for the time being, but she's not going to let herself get out of the habit of exercise. She is sweating slightly, and out of breath, but she's smiling. She's the Slayer. Exercise is good. Not as good as violence or sex, but still pretty good. She stops at the bar, stretching to avoid getting a cramp, and orders a bottle of water, draining it practically in one gulp as she continues to stretch, oblivious to the rather public spectacle she's making of herself. Lots of people go jogging in sports bras, right?*

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[just-plum-crazy.livejournal.com]

"I'm telling you Lula, these people are real." Steph says this as the door is opening.

Lula's only response is a non-commited, "Huh."

Steph rolls her eyes. "Let's just get a drink, okay? Besides, you should meet Corwin."

Lula and Steph head to the bar and order two beers. Looking around the room, Steph spots Alanna and Corwin. Grabbing the beers, she pulls Lula over to their end of the bar.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He walks into the bar, looking up and smiling on hearing Bach. He makes his way to Yrael.

OOC:

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: What is Paul up to?

In the kitchen.

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

After a long, satisfying afternoon of basketball practice, Utena takes a hot shower. It feels good. After a little deliberation she takes the rose from its' vase and tucks it back into her breast pocket,

She enters the kitchen through the back door and finds all the ingredients she needs.

On the board in the bar, she writes,

Tonight's menu:
- Gyoza (Pork)
- Tiritas (Calamari fillets with potato crusts)
- other requests

Satisfied, she returns to the kitchen.



Later.
Before she goes upstairs, she affixes a note to the menu-board for Gil: 'Last night someone needed a first-aid kit. Is there one? -- Utena'

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[thisway-thatway.livejournal.com]

The cheshire cat wanders out from under a very conveniently placed thing to be hiding under. He is attempting to hum and failing spectacularily. He settles on the bar in a mass of pink and purple fur and grins to himself.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy has an apple.*

*She sticks forks in it.*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton wanders into the bar, lost in thought and more than a little stressed. He walks up to the bar and orders a beer, then sits on a stool and surveys the room, looking for, preferably, Raph or Meg.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways. Warning: Fisticuffs contained herein.]

*Alanna and Corwin slowly appear in a darkened corner of the bar. Both Prince and Knight look as though they were recently in a fight, but emerged victorious. As she slowly opens one eye, Alanna's nervous expression gives way to an ecstatic smile. Laughing, she gives Corwin a quick hug and leads the way to the bar.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael enters from the back corridor, carrying his violin and wearing his fedora. He wanders over to the bar and, reading from a slip of paper, asks for some sheet music of a song he heard mentioned a few days ago. The music obligingly appears, resting upright against a barglass. Yrael murmurs his thanks. The music is arranged for two violins, a viola, and a cello, but as Yrael is the only one playing, he does his best with one violin. He begins working his way through Bach.*

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[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

*Kerowyn walks through the door. She's still not wearing Herald Whites and she has her sword, Need, with her. She looks around for Megwyn and failing to see her, she heads over to the bar.*

Can I get a glass of wine, please?

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

A slow fade-in from the ground up, the hem of his robes appearing with their decorations of nightmares, legs of the ever-shifting throne, another inch appearing only after the prior has firmly done so. He leans against an obediently appearing, and stationary, arm of the throne, watching the room with star-flecked eyes.

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[mnt_raph]

*The front door opens and Raph stumbles into the bar. He looks like he's just gotten out of bed from a night of drinking. The reality is that he's just stumbling off the roof after an afternoon of drinking. His quest, to drink one beer every hour for twentyfour hours, isn't going the way he's expecting. He blames the good beer. Water...and food. He needs water and food. Stat.*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and the kids enter Milliways, aquire food from Bar, and head for a booth*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*For the second night in a row, Val comes in from the lake, water dripping off of her braid. Plopping on a bar stool, she spins on it a few times, grinning, then picking up her tray, still sitting on the stool.*

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[the-night-raven.livejournal.com]

More coffee. More time.

He can't stay here all day.

He wonders, vaguely, what happened to Peter.

All my life I've been waiting...

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: post Charlie's coming downstairs, and please, this is a thread for just Charlie and David to talk, together. Please don't anyone else join in this thread? Pretty please?]

*having led Charlie to the booth at the back, he takes his hand in his*

Hi again.

So. You want to start, or should I?

Round and round, boy you turn me...

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd sits at a table near the bar...with a spirograph.

He is playing with it instead of doing his homework. Even apt pupils need to let their hair down sometimes, right?

Currently he's working on a red one. Dig it.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes down the stairs, head down, hands in pockets, glumness in every line of his body.*