WHOOOOOOO

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

A siren begins to blare from a tiny alcove in one corner of the bar.

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down the stairs and looks around. She can't see who' she's looking for so she goes and takes a seat at the bar.*

Vodka please bar. Better make it a double.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph enters the bar area from the employee quarters. He was going to sit by the lake, but a message written on a particular white board encourages him to sit in the bar. He'd rather not be on both Snow and Bigby's bad sides. There's an empty stool next to the bar with his name on it.*

Rootbeer, if ya please.

*it appears*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Wanders out from the offices, watching the bar in general. He is holding a ball of light in his left hand, idly bouncing it off random syrfaces, tbales, the floor, once off the bar. It always returns to his hand no matter how he bounces it. Ah magic, its idle uses are many.*

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

The very first thing she feels is pain.

There is dull, aching pain all up and down her back.
There is also a sharp pain in her forehead.

-- The latter, she can attribute from blacking out and collapsing during her attack. It's happened before; there is nothing particularly new about the occurrence.

The troubling thing is that the last time an attack... actually made her pass out... was 6 years ago... It was the sixth attack she'd had since her accident, six months earlier in that year...


She blinks, slowly opening her eyes.

She is shocked to find herself lying face up... in a booth, (also, of course, still in the bar).......

The upstretched touch confirms that someone has placed a towel on her forehead.
Taking the towel in hand, she sits up, groggily. How long was she out, she wonders... and - she raises her eyes slowly to address the room ---

Who...?

...There is no one who seems to be paying any particular attention to her. None of these people, then, she thinks.

Turning her attention fully to the towel she holds, she takes both hands and cautiously folds the towel twice in half, then places it, with utmost care, into her skirt pocket.

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander comes down stairs, a bit rustled looking. Clean, but very just-out-of-bed. He finds his way to the bar and asks;

"Bar? I know I don't have any money, but could you manage to spot me a cola? I'll find a way to pay you back."

After a few seconds the bar produces a fizzy cola. Xander accepts it. "Thanks bar, I owe you." He turns around and sits on a stool, sipping from the precious caffinated concoction.

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[fated-fox.livejournal.com]

Hours later, Hale shifts in his sleep, completely unaware of all that his lir was up to while he slept. Though his sleep is much more pleasant than it was before, he still can't quite shake the ghosts that haunt him in his dreams.

Kya, meanwhile, has decided that "now" is the time to inform her bonded about her discoveries, and hops up onto his chest, settling herself down and awaits for him to awaken...

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter enters the bar, looking both tired and restless. He glances around, but most of the people he knows are either deep in conversation or are absent. He shrugs, goes over to the bar, ordering a chicken hekka while wondering what it is. He scans the bar for the Rider. Upon not seeing him, Peter breathes a sigh of relief, walks over to a table in the corner, sits, and commences eating his dinner.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways]

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith has bought Crichton that beer. And a few others. But although Andrew passed out drunk in fairly short order, Crichton's still sober, and Faith's impressed - but she's also keeping up with him.*

So...you wanted to know where I fit in with all this, right?

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

A yawning Crichton comes down the stairs and looks around for people he recognizes. Yup, there are a couple... He's not interrupting ANYTHING. ANYTHING AT ALL. I *promise*.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Coming from this conversation, Crichton heads over to the bar and vaults over it. He appears to be looking for something. When he appears not to have found it, he turns to the bar and asks in an undertone, "Hey, bar, where's my gun?"

A long white pulse rifle materializes.

"Nice. Thanks."

Hefting the gun, Crichton returns to the conversation.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard ties on his apron and steps behind the Bar.

"Can I get anyone anything?"

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia comes down the stairs, singing softly under her breath. She isn't happy, as such, but she isn't sad either. Perhaps...content? No, never that. Subdued. Yes, that's the word.]

[For the moment, anyway]

[her eyes catch sight of Roger, and her walk slightly quickens as she walks over to him.]

Pre-Milliways Post

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Curled in his bed of potato sacks - neatly stitched and laundered potato sacks but they were sacks nevertheless - with his one good blanket pulled up to his ears, Gil dreamed…

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley wanders downstairs, and starts to make his way towards the exit. He pauses, however, looks consideringly at his watch for a minute, and then changes direction, heading for the bar instead. He retrieves a cup of coffee and perches himself on a barstool, idly scanning the room for familiar faces*

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel walks downstairs. There's still a rose wrapped around his wrist, and he still looks far too tired and pale. He goes over to the bar and asks for mulled wine, foregoing Ellasian white or Caledonese red for the warmth of the spiced wine.

He's not shaking as badly, but a ring on his right index finger is glowing slightly, and the stone appears to be changing colour.

He takes the wine and goes over to an empty table.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders slowly down into the bar. There are enormous circles under her eyes. Hangover time? You bet.*

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Post Milliways, Friday

Out of Milliways, Saturday

Elaine comes downstairs, looking quite exhausted, and a bit strained. She hasn't read more than two pages of her story, but already, it's beginning to make her feel quite melancholy.

As soon as she walks within proximity of the bar, she begins to feel better, though, more clearheaded. She goes to sit at the bar. There are not many here yet, and she is going back to her room early, for she is still quite tired...

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Post-Milliways Entry: Last Night's (Roger)

Roger's (New)

Thom's

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael enters the bar, looking extremely angry, and heads in Crowley's direction*

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger seems, of all things, slightly pensive and subdued. He enters the bar, his hair slightly rumpled, and an introspective expression on his face. He walks to the bar.


"A strongly alcoholic drink, dear bar," he says, stroking its wooden flank.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*For once in her life, Valentine walks into the bar expressionless. She's not bouncing as she has been for the past few nights, she's not sullen, she's just there. She picks up her tray from the bar and plops on a stool to observe the people.*

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[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter is sitting on a stool, hard at work over a notebook.

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[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

Grima walks into the bar, his eyes like two ice-blue stars, his furs slightly iced. His expression is half-beatific and half brilliant cunning.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders vaguely into the bar, his violin and bow in his hands. He makes his way over the bar and slides onto a stool. Leaning back against the bar, he sets the violin to his shoulder and begins playing. The violin sings a lilting, melancholy tune that gives voice to many memories, his far-gone memories of happiness and closer, raw memories of sadness and of being alone. The violin is the only music, singing out alone. He thinks vaguely about getting a drink from the bar, but that would mean halting his music. He continues to let his memories out through the strings of the instrument, closing his eyes.*

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Doctor Lecter returns to the bar. Tonight he's missing the grey contacts, and his maroon irises are visible. He walks to the counter and orders the armagnac he's so fond of. Tonight, without the candle or wire stand.

He debates taking the drink to a shadowed table to fit his mood, but instead decides to stay at the counter.

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares enters the bar in a good mood and spots Penny. He heads over*

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways Post

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim wanders in, bouncing a ball of shifting light from hand to hand via odd routes, including the wall, the floor, and once off the back of his own head. At times the ball fades completely before retuning to the other hand, but thats only because Tims practicing putting a temporal spin on it. Time travel, what every good mage should know.*

I'll even kiss a Sunset pig...

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd sits at a table sort of near the back, leaning back on his chair, his feet propped up on the one across from him. In his arms he cradles what could most certainly be a Winchester .30-.30 lever-action rifle. If so, then it's probably a bit odd that he's polishing it not with Alpaca gun oil, but with some kind of nitrogen-based liquid fertilizer. Huh.

He grins to himself.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in from downstairs she goes to a table and sits. She rummages through her purse, finding her diary, which she flips through, looking around every once in a while to make sure no one is looking over her shoulder.*

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Having left the bar mere hours ago, Indy stumbles back downstairs looking very dishevelled. His clothes are wrinkled beyond usual and his shirt is un-tucked. He is hatless and his hair is sticking out at crazy angles, somehow unsupported but nevertheless very sticky-outy *

* If one didn't know better, one might say he had slept in his clothes, woken up just minutes ago, rolled out of bed, neglected to shower or change clothes, and just dragged himself right back down to the bar. But one probably does know better. With a bleary squint through bloodshot and puffy eyes, he spies his fedora where he left it on the bar while talking to Liz. He staggers over to his stool and plops the hat back on his head *

* He doesn't order anything. In fact he folds his arms on the counter and rests his forehead down on them with a groan *

*walks in*

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

*Ginny walks in the front door and walks over to a side table to look about all that was going on as she pulls some books out of her bag. with a Quill and an ink pot as she starts to right slowly doing her home work as she twirls her wand in her fingers and hums soflty as a couple sparks fly out on the spin*