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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Pre-Entry Post)

Enter a woman, obviously of the Victorian era. She is of average height for the time, in a full-length black corduroy dress of deepest black. Around her high collar, a long red crushed-velvet scarf. She wears a small hat with a black veil that blocks her face not at all. Her eyes are green, hair red, and her skin pale.

She ducks as she comes through the door, her foot stepping high as if through a watertight door. When her head comes up, she looks around in obvious confusion, pulling back until she bumps into the wall. She glances back at the door briefly, hoping to see an African sunset, but no luck. She turns back to the room at large, eyes darting everywhere as she tries to take everything in.

With a firming resolve to maintain her dignity, she moves to a table close by and sits in a rustle of skirts.

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Wandering into the bar, Hotaru's face is preoccupied, her gaze chilly, and her movements careful.

She is abruptly anti-social in demeanor, and, walking over to a table and set of chairs away from the main crowd, she sits, her back to the din.

She places her frail hands on the table, and looks as if she is negotiating the spaces in her head.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways Post: Val's night last night Sorry a bit late.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim walks away from his conversations as they finish, and stands in front of the door. He casts a long lengthy glance over his shoulder, then opens the door. He's trying for home again, but somethign feels off. It feels... stopped. He steps through anyways.*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe gets a glass from the still non-operational bar and takes it and his Emergency Drinks-Producing Potato over to a table. He's not publically advertising it as happy hour but he's not likely to begrudge anyone their drink either. He pours himself a whiskey (not Black Bush or even Jack--sadly the potato has its limits) and settles in to watch the bar.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, looking a little relieved to see that the bar, while still quite bare of bottles, is no longer surrounded by glass shards and spilled alcohol and tense people.*

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[mos-exuro.livejournal.com]

St. John enters, From The Outside; using of course, the Front Door. Typical St. John manner - backpack over his shoulder, brooding expression on his face, and the slight smell of burnt cloth and plastic hanging around him. He palms the zippo in his right hand, snapping it open and shut idly as he walks up to the bar. "Coffee."

...Nothing happens. "Coffee?" Again - nothing. St. John groans and rubs his eyes - brooding-turned-scowl.

"What dip-shit neolithic throwback broke the fucking bar?"

Sounds like he needs that coffee.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She is not entirely certain where the hours have gone, if indeed they passed. Her conversation with Mordred Pendragon over, time just ... slipped. She'd seen the others come in, she watched Gil converse with the rats and write on the blackboard, but she was unable to move. A most unusual lethargy.

->Edit:

Having spoken with Gil, she now sits at the counter, a crystal decanter and goblet of blood before her as she looks at the others in the bar.

->Edit 2:

After meeting the very vibrant Meg, she sits a moment or two. She finishes the blood, then takes out a few pence, laying them on the bar. She smiles at the rat that takes them and scurries off. Then she walks to the closest door, not the way she came in. She ends up outside, near the lake. She decides to rest here a while. (ooc: Mun will be gone for a few hours.)

Greetings

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

A young woman enters the bar. She wears a white tunic and a thin, un-hooded, light blue cape. In one hand, she holds a purple staff with what looks like a crest on the top.

Her coffee coloured hair seems to shine, even in dim light, and her Evergreen eyes smile with her seductively beautiful lips.

A noble looking woman, she moves gracefully through the door, and then stops to look around. Her eyes narrow in confusion. Where in the Known World am I!?

She stands, awestruck, then shrugs, moves over to a nearby table, and sits, gently and gracefully removing the cape and draping it over her arm.

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress stumbles through the House of Arch painting, yawning widely. She shuffles toward the buffet, intent on fetching something containing sugar.*

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie slept in a booth last night.

He looks somewhat worse for it.

He blinks at the buffet and the rats blearily but without surprise: very little surprises him about this place anymore. He only drags out the bass guitar and his notebook from where he'd stashed them beneath the table, sits cross-legged, and continues working on a song.

I'd like to teach the world to sing.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd's up bright and early, and he descends to a mostly quiet and mellow bar. He must at least subconsciously be on Millitime, as he's dressed in the sort of casual one reserves for Sundays: tight faded jeans and a blue ringer shirt advertising the Eagles circa their One of These Nights era.

The huge glowing red and white Coke machine immediately captures his attention. With a startled grin, he moves over to it and runs his palm along its surface. "Wouldja look at that," he murmurs. "Now that's an improvement."

He vends from it almost lovingly, tossing the can from hand to hand as he goes to sit at the bar.

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[young_tmriddle]

(ooc: Post Milliways entry)

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out of the staff quarters and sees Bartleby, but he doesn't go to him. He's not sure he can deal with it right now. Especially not after a second time with Charlie.

He walks over to the buffet set up and grabs a muffin and goes and sits at a booth.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg has no idea what a 'coffee machine' is, or how it works.

This is unfortunate, as Meg really wants some decent coffee. So she spends her time staring mournfully at the bar instead.

No coffee appears. Alack!*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream, by dint of fading in slowly. It isn't flashy, or showy, but might very well be disconcerting. Like a black and white photograph, slowly imprinting itself on the visual spectrum, with only the red nightmares in his robes to break the monotony of color.

As always, he is on his throne. Ostentatious, and ever shifting, it is his favored seat. Stars of eyes take in the changes made to the bar, and he touches her sleeping form gently.

He knows the wishes for sweet dreams she has been offered by others. For now, he is the only one to know if they are or not. Beloved by the patrons and penitents both, he has gifted her with good and gentle rest. Even without the spell, she is part of the bar, and Dream owes her no less than anyone else.

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat enters the bar, looking a little worn-down. He scans the bar for David and Armand, but looks just a little relived not to find them.

Giving a smile to Crowley and Tonks, he sits down nearby, wondering how to get served.

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[rockfriend.livejournal.com]

The door opens with a crash, and a figure appears in the doorway. Completely fills it, actually.

The eight-foot-tall orange-furred creature standing there has to duck and squeeze through sideways to get into the bar.

He looks around, clearly confused.

"Sar-aaaah? Ludo here..."

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[aj_crawley]

*a worn and rather faded carrier bag over one shoulder, Crowley enters the bar from the staff quarters. Making his way over to the bar proper, he gives her a good morning (or rather, good early-afternoon) pat, and leans over her, head disappearing from view. He speaks, and there is the sound of muffled squeaking in reply. He straightens up and, leaving his carrier bag sitting on a barstool, he leaves the bar.

A few minutes later, muttering something noncomplimentary about London Novembers, he re-enters, a copy of the Sunday Times in his hand. He seats himself beside his carrier bag just in time for a pair of rats to appear on the bar, one carrying a cup of coffee darker than a black hole, and one bearing a plate of toast. He thanks them quietly and, as they disappear back into the kitchen, Crowley takes a sip of coffee, opens the newspaper, and begins to read*

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

*Roger walks-- no, saunters -- no, strolls -- something slow and casual, like an iced drink on a golden afternoon; he is coiffed and elegantly dressed and walks with self-posession. He does not look smug. Quite. Nonetheless there is a smugness there.*

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[third-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Ender is humming, a tuneless tune that reminds him of a song he has once heard and perhaps forgotten a long time ago. If he knew what he was humming, he would know that the words went like this:

I am a child of God,
rich blessings are in store,
if I but learn to do his will,
I'll live with him once more...

But he doesn't know it, he's just humming. And smiling a little.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"OK, do we all know what we're doing?"

Squeak said the assembly of rats and Gil sighed. "Make me proud," he begged them and they all swung into action.

Faun's are not large creatures but are stong for their size and the rats did what they could. All the same, dragging the bulky equipment out into the bar took a lot of effort. As her co-workers sweated and struggled, Rat ticked everything off on her list.

It took quite a long time but eventually they got the job done and Gil picked her up and put her on his shoulder. She squeaked and waved a hand in front of her nose and Gil went pink.

"Sorry," he said. "I am a bit whiffy, I'll go for a bath just now." He trotted through to the bar, his curls plastered to his forehead and picked up the chalk.

Dear Friends and Customers of Milliways

he wrote.

Due to the continuing problems in serving, the staff and management have made the following arrangements and we hope you will find them convenient ~

Please help yourself at the Salad Bar and Carvery where you will also find the following foodstuffs:

Cold meats and cheeses, hot soup, fresh bread rolls, pizzas and quiches.

There are also the following vending machines:

Cocoa cola, various freshly squeezed fruit juices, coffee,tea, hot chocolate and hot buttered toast.

Gil gave those machines an unfriendly glance - and they gave him one back. The enormous red and White Coke machine in particular had several little hoof shaped dents along its front where Gil had had to 'persuade' it to work.

Customers with special dietary requirements ...

he added

...are invited to apply directly to the kitchen where the kitchen staff will be pleased to do our utmost to fill your order.

Inevitably there may be some reduction in the speed of service so we beg your indulgence until the current situation has been rectified.

He stepped back and read it and sighed.

With a sweep of his hand he rubbed it out and wrote:

Dear all,
We're going to do our best for you but in the meantime help yourselves to the food and drink you'll see on and around the bar - the tab will be adjusted automatically and please don't swat any rats - they are only doing their job.

xxx Gil

He drew his smilie faun and Rat squeaked again and he nodded.

"All right, bath time for me. It might be the last for a while too so make the most of it."

He went back into the staff wing to wash, reflecting as he did so that it looked like it might be a busy few days.

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[md_donighal]

Some amount of time after his discussion with Moiraine, the man in the gray suit walks in, steps up to the bar, and is about to ask it for a glass of Atlantean and the nova-size appetizer platter when he notices the message on the chalkboard. He also notices that the writing burned into the bar is gone.

"Rest, rest," he says, patting the bar. "You've earned it, good and faithful servant." He wanders off to the carvery, fills a large plate with salad (balsamic dressing) and a small one with cold cuts (and cheese, a bread roll and a slice of quiche Lorraine), puts them both on a tray, gets a cup of tea from the appropriate vending machine and adds that to the tray, and is about to wander off to a table when he realizes why the girl behind the bar looked familiar. He heads back to the bar to talk to her.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise finishes reading Hamlet. He looks up, notices the buffet for the first time. He was so into the story, he never noticed it appearing. Perhaps it appeared like the food appeared at Hogwarts. He looks down at his watch. Then taps it. It doesn't seem to be working. He sighs, then puts the book back in his trunk. His hand hovers over his journal, but instead, pulls out The Once and Future King. Looking back at the buffet, he gets up and takes an apple before sitting back down. He opens his book and reads.

[ooc: and in RL his mun is reading King Lear for Shakespeare class, so if it's a little while before you get a response, you know why]

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia comes down from her room, she hasn't seen Penny yet, but from the conversations she has had she is sure she will find her eventually... She sees the buffet and most specifically the coffee machine. she grabs a handful of carrot sticks and rushes over and gets a cup of coffee.*
Coffee, finally!
*she laughs*

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[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

Granny comes downstairs, and looks around at the drastic changes that have taken place while she has been upstairs taking care of Lochiel.

"Well. That's a bit of a change, and make no mistake."

She looks at the rose, curled around her wrist for once.

Nessa does not apparently have any more idea of what to do than she does.

Esme sighs, and looks around to see if anyone is willing to show her where she can make some tea.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Several days ago, Joe helped Arithon get new clothing. Which is why he is slightly (albeit only slightly) less nervous about possibly running into one of the fanatics than he has been.

Jeans tucked into his own, soft boots, and a black duster over his own silk shirt. It isn't anything like what he's used to from home. Its a damn sight more comfortable than being dressed like a useless noble.

He gestures the shadows to come and give his chosen table more ambiance, better to brood in than a table covered in light.

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes downstairs from his room and looks around for the few people he's met so far. He's torn between hoping to see Andrew, and dreading it.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders back into the bar from the front door, looking tired.

She has been home, and to the Opera, and there has still been no sign of her mother. And she is beginning to worry.*

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan enters Milliways and walks over to the corner table, sitting down and taking a piece of wood and a carving knife from his beltpouch and starting to carve the wood into what appears to be a human shape.

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[wolf-by-birth.livejournal.com]

Follow this:

Rahne enters, eyes widening as she realizes she's not in the mansion anymore. A low growl comes instinctively from her throat, and she stays in her part-wolf form. Too many unfamiliar smells. Not safe.

Another growl as she looks about, calming slightly, but still perplexed.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She returns from the outside area, looking discreetly at those here now. She takes a seat at the counter of the bar, looking askance at the young boy with the severed head.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

( Pre-entry Post)

The boy starts slightly as a building materializes out of the gloom not ten paces away from where he stands. His hand goes automatically to his hip for the Rueger that's no longer there and he sighs softly, dropping it back at his side.

What is this place? he thinks, looking down at his four-legged companion. Gold rimmed eyes and canine features parody the confusion evident in his face. He pushes blond hair out of his eyes and pulls the door open slowly, eyes sweeping the room out of habit.

Doesn't look much like the Dixie Pig. He smiles slightly and relaxes, sensing no imminent threat from the shadowy patrons around him. He takes a seat at a well-worn table in the middle of the room - bar - and rests his chin in his hands.

After Blaine and Lud and two lives lost, nothing seems strange to him anymore.

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[kefka-pallazzo.livejournal.com]

A man of average height and weight walks in. He has white makeup covering all visible skin, with red lines drawn around his pale blue eyes and red lipstick on. His short brown hair is slicked back, and he's wearing earrings. He's wearing a green and yellow outfit with a red cape.

He peers around, his eyes darting back and forth quickly, never really settling on one place. He makes an expression of thoughtful curiousity, and then takes a few steps forward as if he owned the place.

He stops immediately, however, when he looks up and sees the view.

He pauses as thoughts race through his head. It's... the whole world! Being destroyed. Oh... oh, my, the beauty. It's just like I dreamed it would be.

He stands, entranced by the view, until a thought comes to him and he scowls.

It could have been me! I could have painted that sky! I could have been the one to cause that!

As quickly as it came, the scowl disappears to a thoughtful look.

Hmm. Maybe I did. I should find out.

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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

The bar door flies open and in walks *flies* a man. Well, he "flies" not so much as "is violently hurtled by a powerful blast on the other side of the door". Regardless, the man, clad in a bright red and black spandex getup, crashes through a table and slides across the floor and into the wall.

There is a brief pause.

And then, the table is upturned, and he rises, heavy automatic pistols clenched in each hand and gesturing wildly to the door.

"That the best ya got? Sweet Baby Jesus, my GRANDMA makes better bombs than that!" His voice is... harsh, to put it gently. More accurately, it sounds like his throat is full of a combination of gravel, broken glass, and razor blades. Regardless, he continues yelling and taunting what's on the other side of the door for a good five minutes before realizing that he is... not where he started.

The guns lower.

"Huh. Auntie Em, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore."

Serving

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby comes in from the lake and goes behind the bar, placing Cow (a tiny black kitten) on a worksurface.

"Anyone want anything?"

[ooc: before I make any mistakes, is there anything I can't serve at the moment?]

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[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

A black and tan cat stalks into the middle of the room, jumps onto a table, and sits on it, looking disgruntled.

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru, dressed all in black - as is to be expected - is coming down the stairs into the bar in quick, tiny steps.

She has an inquisitive look on her usually blank face; she expects Edward to be around somewhere, and she is looking for her, so as to do fun things, such that two preteens would do together.

She begins to head outside to the lake, and stops abruptly in her tracks, turning around.

There are... a lot of delicious-looking things here.

She tilts her head a little, as if to say, Well, just for a moment, and walks over to the buffet, ladling herself hot tomato soup, and meat and bread.

When a modest amount of food is in her hands, she seats herself at an out-of-the-way table, speaks a word or two to the bowl, and begins to eat.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*walking in from out back, Dionysus takes a look around, waving to those he knows. He stops, however, when he sees the salad bar and the written notice on the blackboard from Gil. Rubbing his forehead, he sighs and walks over to the bar, giving her a pet. And noticing that something's oddly different.*

Alright, who blew up what this time?

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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

*Baldrick enters the bar from the direction of his room. He looks in a hurry.*

Well, there's plenty of work to do in the kitchens today! That's OK, though. I'm used to hard work and long hours. At least here I get a cup of tea every so often!

If anyone needs me I'll be in the kitchen!

*He stocks up the salad bar with clean plates and cutlery, then goes into the kitchen.*

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[t-tank-engine.livejournal.com]

*The door to the bar flies open with a loud crash. There is a deafening CHOOOOOOOOO noise, the sound of an approaching train.

Smoke billows in from the doorway.

The clanking of pistons, the whirr of metal wheels, the rapid, heartbeat-like thumping of fire and steam.

Through the clouds of dark smoke, a blue train with a cheerful face and wide, curious eyes appears, coming to a gentle halt. The bar has transformed him to a mere 5 feet high - otherwise, there's no way he would have entered without causing some really serious damage to the wall.

Thomas the Tank Engine has come to Milliways.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks into the bar, and goes behind the bar proper, picking up her tray, and starting a pot of tea brewing. She pets the bar absently, waiting for her tea to brew, and looking around to see if anyone needed help.

[ooc: Val is around to help, as, well, she's staff. As there's no bartender at the moment, feel free to ask her for something.]

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin comes in, looking thoughtful. He is quickly distracted, however, by a heated discussion at the bar.

Sighing, he goes over to make sure no one gets hurt.

Don't You Wanna Be The Ones That Last Forever?

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: pre-Milliways]

*David didn't sleep at all last night. And as such, the first thing that happens when he walks downstairs, other than noticing the buffet and the vending machines, is that he lets out a huge yawn.

He doesn't seem as antsy as he did yesterday, but he is just as angry. And angsty.

He seats himself at the bar and doesn't look around. If he sees a particular person, he might lose the plot completely.

Without looking up at the bartender tonight, he orders*

Can I please have a mug of hot clam chowder, if it's available? With some blood-substitute mixed in.

[OOC: And while yes, I'm posting this, it's just that I've posted something. I'm actually going to sleep and won't be back on until just after 3pm, GMT tomorrow. Just so y'all know.]

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Out of Milliways)

Bruce bounces into the bar, decidedly chicken-pox free, carrying a very realistice looking human head. He goes up to the bar and asks for candy. Nothing happens.

"What's wrong? Are you upset?" he asks the bar.

(no subject)

[locks_it_up]

Death is there, at the end of the bar, tapping her fingers gently on the bartop.

She was always there.

You just didn't see her until now.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael adjusts his impeccable white tuxedo slightly as he walks in. He blinks at the explosion and the blinding flash of white light.*

*muttering, slightly defensive* Wasn't me.

(no subject)

[itakesouls.livejournal.com]

*George walks into the bar in her work suit with her blue suede jacket over it.

She walks over to the bar*

Can I get an espresso?

*The bar doesn't respond*

She addresses the bar in general*

What the fuck is wrong with the bar?!

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[blue_ajah]

*She comes downstairs and glances around the bar, then goes into the kitchen. Moiraine comes back a short time later with tea, which she takes to her usual table. She sits there, looking thoughtfully around at those present this evening. As usual, she appears serenely composed; if there is something troubling her, it is not at all evident.*

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes downstairs, slightly more pale than normal, much more lethargic and disturbingly less curious about who may or may not be there. She stops briefly to stare at the salad bar, considering getting herself something to eat, then decides against it, heading to a booth and curling up. She didn't even notice the train in the bar. How odd.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: mun was at Nekocon and apparently missed the WWIII, the second coming of Christ and the reinvention of the wheel...or something]

Nick wanders in looking utterly beat, his clothing somewhat tattered from the multiple bullets that had ripped through him earlier in the night (which Natalie had already removed, thank goodness). He sits down at his usual stool, pulls a glass from behind and pour his dinner from the flask to the glass with not even a tenth of his usual enthusiasm.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((Tim out of Milliways. Warning: Squigy))

*Tim stumbles into Milliways, a cardboard box clutched tight ot his chest. He is a different Tim from last night, looking older, more matured, the lines in his face deeper etched. And they are not happy lines. He's dressed differently too, Black pants and button up shirt, black leather trenchcoat, and black sunglasses. They look rather durable, made as much for protection as for style. Tim looks around the room his mouth agape, turnign slowly in place, arms clutched tight around his box.*

Milliways. I'm Back. I'm real again. It's real. Real.

*He drops to his knees, head lowered, then throws it back, tears streaming from behind his sunglasses.*

Ahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahah! Hahaha... heee hee hee henh, heh.... ha. Oh, lord. This... this is good....

*He continues just starign around the room, smiling wide enough for all the world.*

I'M BACK!

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien saunters in, a pleased expression on his face until he realizes that he is not, in fact, inside the Official's office. Instead, he's inside some sort of kooky bar with lots of odd looking types wandering around. He takes one step back and considers going back out the door, figuring that maybe it would lead him back to the Agency, but any excuse to slack is one he'll happily accept so instead he wanders in and sits down. He was going to get bitched out today anyway...might as well delay it. As Mary Todd Lincoln said:

"My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season...and I'm so about the tarrying right now."

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hand-in-hand, Edward and Hotaru head out the back door. From the smiles, it would appear to be very fun.

Hooray!

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

Kestrel walked downstairs, slowly, and headed straight for the door, walking outside before noticing the new embellishments to the bar.

And then she walked right back in again, looked up, and cussed a blue streak, ending with "Oh, fuck."

She sat down at a table and put her head on her arms with a sigh.

After a few minutes, she looked up, ostensibly to find a bartender.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, looking a bit windblown, wearing his usual sweater (dark blue, rather than astonishingly colorful, this time) and jeans.*

*He spots Tim, and his eyes narrow just a touch.*

(no subject)

[pythian-legume.livejournal.com]

Bean walks into the bar wearing his Dragon Uniform...Bar had been nice enough to let him keep it, seeing as he only had one other set of 'real' clothing (temporarily posessed bean costumes notwithstanding) and was probably going to want a change of clothing sooner or later...and takes a note of the food situation. .o0(Well, at least we're not fighting for scraps like we had to in Rotterdam)0o. He gets some lunch, and then sits down.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and the kids enter Milliways and head for a booth*