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[veryvorkosigan]

[Pre-Milliways]

*Cordelia enters the bar, rather more slowly than usual. She takes a table near the door, and sits down, moving gingerly as though in some pain.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bernard's Healing]

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[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus walks into the bar. Although he clearly hasn't been sleeping, he's made an effort- at least he looks like he's brushed his hair, rather than merely run fingers through it. He has a book shoved into the pocket of his jacket, and after a quick glance around the bar he makes his way to a corner table and starts to read.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways.]

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Enter one Sir Alex of Tirragen. He spots someone and might just go the slightest bit pale, if you were watching closely.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton's been in a bad mood for a while, but he seems to be looking better when he comes downstairs. No Scorpius. No Scorpius. His head is empty. No, not that kind of empty. He scans the room for anybody he knows, and notices the sign saying the bar's out of commission. "Well, there's something you see every day..."

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*at some point in time he's not even aware of, David had moved into a booth and fallen asleep, the quiet hum of the bar and weird men wearing lycra suits brandishing guns at Granny Esme and steam engines and just the usual in his head, the sound of his own guilt eating at him.

When he wakes, he knows he hasn't been dreaming, otherwise his head would have exploded from the pressure of it all.

He stays where he is, alternately hoping that someone will notice him and come talk to him - misery loves company, after all - and hoping that nobody notices him. The situation is not a happy one for him*

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Letter to Aziraphale]

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes down from his room.

He quite clearly hasn't slept.

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Feeling sickly (as he's spent the last few days sick in his bed), Apropos makes his way down to the bar like a man who's seen the horrible fate of everyone he's ever held near and dear; it's actually hunger and the residual stomache ache, but to look at him you wouldn't know. Without preamble, he wanders into the back of the kitchen to start working and perhaps grab something small and simple to eat. But...

"God, what a mess! Which storm made it's way in here?"

Completely oblivious to all the trouble that has occured in the last few days, he begins cleaning the kitchen.

gr to coffee

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

*Thanks to that coffee, Helen has been unable to sleep all night. It is finally morning, and she drags herself from a booth and walks, as smoothly as she can in such an exhausted state, over to the bar.*

Attempting to get the attention of a barkeep, she asks, "Is there a way I can get a drink that is warm that is NOT coffee? What other warm drinks exist here?"

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

After leaving Tim's room, Meg, Will, and Crichton reenter the bar. They look a random combination of worried, concerned, and confused.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith is in the bar, passed out in a corner, fast asleep and dreaming. It's a rather disturbing dream, which should be obvious to the other patrons, as she's talking in her sleep, mostly invective. And saying 'no' a lot too. But she's not kicking or anything. Yet.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and into the kitchen, there is tons to do. *

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[fuckindingoes.livejournal.com]

Oz comes in through the front door. He immediately spots Faith and freezes.

He pulls a stake out of his back pocket and approaches her cautiously.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the lake area, sighing when he sees the Continental Breakfast Bar.
He is Ninja. Master of all weapons. Warrior from the shadows.
It depresses him that he still can't make decent coffee on his own. *

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise and Ophelia enter the bar from outside. Both dressed in blue (Blaise in a blue jumper and black pants, Ophelia in a floaty light blue dress), they head to the buffet.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel comes downstairs and looks around, taking in the changes that she'd missed while she was out at the hospital.

"Huh. Well, that's a bit different, then."

She helps herself to a sandwich, and some coffee, making a face at the taste of it, which isn't nearly so good as she'd like.

She looks around to see if anyone she knows or who looks interesting is in, or for that matter, anyone who can explain just why the Bar felt the need to Bind her here last night.

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[locks_it_up]

Death is at her usual post, cradling a cup of coffee.

She smiles into the steam. Because, really, it's all about the little things.

OOC

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia and Blaise last night and this morning before entering the bar. Rated PG for brief nudity, because Ophelia still doesn't have the hang of that modesty thing, but overall perfectly sweet and innocent.

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

*he walks in from outside, shouting back* I don't give a SHIT what you say, Lestat!

*he stomps his way up to the bar and looks around. He sees David with his head planted on a table, but plaintively ignores him*

Barkeep? I need something, if you would?

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways]

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs, looking a little mussed and tired. There are faint shadows under his eyes and he stifles a yawn with the back of his hand. He looks around at the patrons, recognizing a few faces from last night, before heading over to the buffet and grabbing a sandwich. Popkin, he thinks affectionately, and can't help but smile.

Oy is looking up at him curiously and he motions for the bumbler to follow him to a table. He sits down and busies himself with cleaning his plate.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has gathered together everything that has any meaning to him. Bartleby's sweatshirt: check. Notebook: check. Guitar from Lady Tere: check.

It's a rather pathetic little bundle, really.

He's ready to head out the door when he sees Angelo--and he can't leave without saying goodbye to at least one person.

"'lo. Look, I'm heading back. I don't know if I'll be come back here or not. If anyone asks--and I doubt they will--tell 'em so, okay?"

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[balletrat]

*Meg and Will are sitting in front of the door to Tim's room, back in the staff quarters.

They've been sitting there for a long time.

Will looks tired, but not exhausted; his gaze on the door is still intent and relatively alert.

Meg, who does look exhausted, and moreover has not had any coffee since that cup that Baldrick made her almost a full twenty-four hours ago, feels that this is rather not fair.*

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

*Not getting much help at the bar, Helen wanders off into the kitchen and sees Penny and Apropos*

Maybe they can help me...or I can help them....

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

A cat named Tom Peters once said "If you're not confused, you're not paying attention." Now, that's all well and good...I'm all for keeping my head out of the sand, something that might have kept me out of the mess I'm in now, but at the moment, I'm paying attention and I'm confused and it's not helping a damn bit. I wandered in, talked with a couple of girls, fell asleep on the bar, and now, the next day, I'm still here and I barely know where that is, let alone much about it. Also, my face is sore from sleeping on a counter.

I wonder if I have money for food...

Darien wanders over to the buffet, fixes himself a plate and a drink, and heads back to his seat on the bar.

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[not_that_spike]

They're in mid-conversation when they walk into the bar, but stop abruptly when the door opens. Spike hands the lit cigarette to Beth and holds the door for her.

He looks just a little bit pleased.

So does she.

Seemingly oblivious to everyone else, they move to a table in the corner.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders downstairs, looking much better than she did yesterday. She stops to grab a salad, then sits down at an empty table to munch quietly on it.

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[leplusbeau]

Last night, on the roof

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

( [ooc: Pre-Milliways] )

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down into the bar looking very tired and worn down. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a tight pony tail, and she's wearing a pair of jeans, a large t-shirt and a pair of trainers. Her broom is slung over her shoulder as well.

She see's the buffet which must mean that Bar is still out of order. She also sees Raph and goes over to talk to him.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

(Pre Milliways: Warning... Fishing for the creepy crew... )

*Tim steps through the back doors, a smile on his face. He shoots his cuffs, making sure they're free. He scans the room, easily falling back into an old roll. He's been gone far too long. one hand strokes his beard as he makes his way to the bar, faintly touching her.*

You've been hurt dear. No worry. I'm here, when you're ready.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*Walking in from outside, Dionysus makes his way behind the bar with an intent look on his face. Digging around for a while, he finally manages to come up with something that is suitable--a silver metal snifter, plain, but well polished. Setting it on the bar, he passes a hand over it and says a simple phrase of greek.*

μπορεί αυτό το φλυτζάνι να χύσει το κρασί

*Procuing a needle, he pricks his finger and lets a drop of blood fall into the cup. He then takes out his silver flask and pours a frothy dark liquid into the cup. It takes on a golden hue, and picking up the snifter, Dionysus toasts it to the bar, and drinks. Emptying the snifter, he sets it back down and looks at it for a long moment. Seemingly satisfied with what he sees, he snags a glass from behind the bar, and pours from the empty, still lightly glowing silver snifter.*

*Rum pours forth from the...empty?...snifter into the glass. Raising the glass, Dionysus takes a sip.*

*He grins*

Perfect.

*Snagging a piece of chalk from the bar, he writes the following on the chalkboard:*

ATTENTION PATRONS: Should you wish drink, please ask for what you want, and the snifter will pour it for you. Price will be appropriately recorded for all drinks dispensed. This is a temporary measure--do not abuse the gift. Enjoy! - Nysus

*dusting the chalk off of his hands, he turns to the bar in general*

There. That should help things along, methinks.

[ooc: i don't speak greek. if the translation is off, blame the auto-translator i found online. ^_^]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs; she is rather tired. Once again, she is not sleeping well. But the Bar cheers her immensely, and she goes down to sit at it.

She sees the buffet table and wanders around it curiously for a while, wondering why in the world all the cheese is shredded. Eventually, Elaine shrugs and takes some bread and gets a glass of water. Sometimes, though not often, she doesn't feel like drinking beer. She sits down at a table and watches the patrons come and go.

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[lastgunslinger]

And Roland comes downstairs. Things have changed. He sees many things to eat on a table, and he partakes -- the tooter-fish popkin looks particularly appetizing.

He approaches the bar. "Graf, please." No response. He shrugs. After what happened last time it's probably better that he not drink tonight.

A very, very slight sigh -- and he turns around, inspecting the patrons -- and he sees Jake.

A smile crosses his face -- lights up his face -- and he's on his way over.

[OOC: Will be in and out, but mostly in, I hope -- am working on things tonight. Apologies for slow response times in advance!]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He slips down the stairs, dressed in jeans, duster, hat, his own medieval boots, and his own soft silk shirt. He wouldn't, usually, wear a hat. But Joe told him that modern people tip hats to ladies instead of bow.

Arithon has moved up several centuries in manners, but isn't at "handshake" yet.

He finds a seat, considers leaving visibility normal around it...then thinks of last night.

He doesn't make it pitch dark. Its a very gloomy and shadowed area now, however.

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[wolf-by-birth.livejournal.com]

Rahne enters, less surprised this time and much more in control of herself. Looking around, she spots Oz, but decides against going up to him, and instead settles in a booth, going over some notes.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She comes back in the bar from the outside, having spent her rest there.

Sadly, as she had turned to speak to Dionysus about getting a room, he disappeared. For her second time, she passed her rest period out-of-doors. While this did not bother her as much as it should have, she was quite determined not to do so again. Three would be too much.

She steps into the ladies' room to remove the scattered bits of twigs and leaves, then she returns to the main area as calm and relaxed as if she'd reclined in a sultan's palace.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks into the bar, starting up a second pot of coffee behind the bar, and chuckling to herself. Taking her tray from where she hid it, she leans against the bar, whistling some old song. Those familiar with such things would hear a song from the musical Wicked:

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

She leans against the bar and looks around the room, watching for people.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Lecter walks in, dressed for the day in an impeccable dark suit as he almost always is. He makes his way through the room to the counter, sitting down. Experimentally, he asks the bar for a glass of wine.

No response. He is unbothered by this and relaxes the minute amount he allows himself.

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out of the Staff Quarters wearing his velvet shit the color of red wine(no armor) and his dark blue jeans and his work boots.

He sees Charlie drinking himself to death and walks over. A bit nervous*

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Pre-Milliways Post]]

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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: pre-Milliways and out of Milliways]

It has, on the whole, been a thoroughly rotten week.

Charlie has been blunting the pain with whiskey for quite some time now. A few more pints and he'll be dangerously close to the 'Danny Boy' stage.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava enters from the guest rooms, with Edielwiess scampering at her heels. Her arms are full, carrying her armor instead of wearing it. Her sword belt is fasted around the waist of her linen tunic, which still does properly, modestly clothe her. So quit thinking otherwise. Perverts.

The Valkyrie settles at a table, and scoops up the kitten to her lap, just in time for the appearance of a ratly waiter. Edielwiess watches too curiously as Svava orders a hot chocolate, a small bowl of cream, and the needed materials to clean and care for her armor.

Only after the order is delivered, and said waiter safely away, does she let the kitten go with a stern look.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom walks through the House of Arch painting a bit warily. He looks tired, but determined. Spending a day "sick" with your head firmly under the covers of your bed will either keep you there for the duration of whatever's bothering you, or it will make you want to escape. Escaping to a few glasses of scotch seems like a grand idea about now, so he finds a server to accomplish that task. Then he sits down at a table. The scotch is excellent. He might have a lot of it tonight.*

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine walks in, and after a slightly wary look at the drinks machines, goes quietly to the kitchen. She returns, unsurprisingly, with tea, which she then takes to her usual table. She settles there, serene and yet somehow watchful as she studies the room.*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe enters Milliways from the lakeside door, where he's spent the morning trying to clear his head, and quickly passes to the stairs. He goes up to his room and returns moments later, carrying a bundle of leather in one hand. He crosses to a booth and takes a seat.

In a few moments the scene is this: Joe sits in the booth in jeans and shirt, with his usual totems, the poncho and the hat, hanging from a hook between his booth and the next. One gun is strapped to his hip; the other is bundled in its belt and is lying on the table, along with a notebook. Joe is taking notes in the notebook with a Bic pen; with the hat off, his somewhat-shaggy dark blonde hair is hanging in his eyes a bit.

He looks serious, as usual.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*When David lifts his head from the table again, he simply sees two things:

One, that would be Richard carrying Armand up the stairs. He's not even going to think about that right now better not to think about that right or you'll go crazy only isn't that what's already happening?

And two: Angelo, standing by the staff quarters and waving him over.

He follows, and looks baffled*

Angelo? What's up?

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[mogget_cat]

[Out of Milliways: The Concert in Florence, with Doctor Lecter]

*Yrael wanders in from the back corridor, smiling slightly to himself. He is back in his white button-down shirt and slacks, looking comfortable. The violin he carries with him in case anyone might wish for music tonight. Or if someone else doesn't wish for music and Yrael does. Either way. He makes his way to the bar and, grinning slightly, gives an order to a rather nervous-looking rat for an Atomic Cat.*

*Once he gets his drink, Yrael thanks the rat kindly and pats it gently on the head. It scampers off quickly. He takes a sip from his drink, sets it down, and puts the bow to the strings. The violin begins to play.*

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Upstairs, out of bar.

Warren enters with pencil smudges across one cheek.

Two can be as bad as one, it's the loneliest number since the number one.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd comes out of his room, hands in jacket pockets, staring at his sneakers as he takes the stairs. They're very nice sneakers. Blue and gold.

Brushing his blond hair out of his eyes, he moves immediately over to the glowing Coke machine, smiles at it, and vends from it. The can goes into his pocket for later; perhaps it's just comforting to have it. A little taste of home.

Then he goes to the counter, still smiling faintly but not bothering to look at anyone as he takes a seat. He pulls a yo-yo out of his pocket - a golden Duncan Imperial - and engages in the lazy motion with the string around his finger, scarcely missing a beat. C'mon, he was born to yo-yo...

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[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*Kibeth pads into the room and wanders around, in search of alcohol. Suddenly, she spots Yrael. She turns back towards the staff quarters and makes a valiant attempt to slink away unseen.*

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur pads into the bar barefoot and for once in long sleeves. She smiles at the activity around her and plops herself down at a table with her pilfered cup of tea from the kitchens.*