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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

So there's this corner, right? One of the corners of the bar where your dark characters like to sit and brood and plot and do whatever it is that such unrepentant baddies do.

There are a LOT of corners in Milliways. More than there ought to be, by any stretch of the architectural imagination. Dozens and dozens of corners, filled with would-be conquerors, monsters of every stripe, and occasionally even some decent folk who just want to get out of the line of sight.

One of those corners is empty.

Now it is not.

Look the fuck out, Milliways, 'cause Deadpool's back. Teleportation's awesome.

Just a drop of water in an endless sea.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

While all the hubbub that doesn't involve him goes on, Todd drowses at the end of the bar. There's a big pile of homework and textbooks before him, plus several empty Coke cans. His cheek is leaning heavily upon the palm one one hand, propped up by his elbow, and his eyes keep threatening to close. He's good at not falling asleep in class (most of the time), but Milliways is an entirely different story. At least tonight.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick walks into the bar with a satchel, which looks rather odd underneath the arm when he's wearing a suit. Natalie had passed out directly after work, so he'd decided to come in. Thus, he settled down at the bar, opened the bag, pulled out his bottle, a glass, and a book. He filled the glass with contents from the bottle, put it back into the bag, and opened the book to read.


[ooc: his mun cringes and apologies to Kes-mun]

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[hectorxdelgado.livejournal.com]

Hey, look. Shipwreck's back. He's in a pretty sour mood, though. Meh.

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru Tomoe drifts into Milliways Bar, a bit of her right sleeve torn near the elbow. Through the rip, if particularly observant, or glimpsing it at the right moment, can be seen white cloth wrappings.

She seems no more or less melancholy than usual -- just her usual self right now.

She looks to be a little bored, as well. Or lonely.

She begins to pass by the bulletin board and sees the large sign tacked up. Bringing a thin knuckle to her lips she barely smiles, "Christmas."

Still smiling, she walks to a table and seats herself, looking preoccupied.


ETA: Tomoe has been sitting, alone at the table, for quite some time now. With a start, she brings the palms of her hands together, and a delighted look breezes across that sad face, "That's it!"

Still happy, and seeming resolved about something, she delicately stands, pushing her chair back to the table, and exits from the back door, towards the lake.

[ooc: hotaru-mun is off to sleep, and hopefully will be back "in the morning."

...

quotations are used... because mun's not very good with mornings. *sweatdrops*]

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[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways, early the morning after this (and therefore hours before the events of tonight).]

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan enters Milliways, followed by Sleeta. Instead of going to the corner table, he sits at the bar, reading the note from Gil and giving a rat a gold coin in exchange for wine.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton's still in very much the good mood. He comes downstairs looking for Andrew and doesn't see him. With nobody else in particular he needs to talk to just this second, he goes up to a rat and orders a beer.

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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from the carnage wreaked in this thread.]

*Baldrick lurches into consciousness.*

Ugh. Oh, my head. Oh dear. What happened? I remember drinking with Indy. I remember the evil nuts. I remember a bald weirdo and his little minion.

And...what's this on top of me? OW. It's squishing me. *He pushes it off.* Oh it's you, Indy. Hello? You alive?

*He pokes Indy, who is still fast asleep in a pool of brandy, scrumpy, vomit, and assorted nuts.*

Ugh. I think I'd better take a shower or something.

Ow, my head.

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan, yawning, wanders down the stairs and into the bar.

He's still wrapped up in Meg's pink blanket. He appears to have forgotten it's there.

Notice on the Bulletin Board

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter scribbles a notice, first enchanting it so that the English words will translate, if need be, into the language that the reader knows best, and into spoken words, audible only to the reader, if the reader should be illiterate. Then he posts it on the bulletin board.

It reads as follows:

To all patrons of the bar, especially those living and unBound:

There is a good chance you have been exposed to chicken pox.

This may sound like a children's disease to you. But adult-onset chicken pox--which is characterised by searing fevers, chills, congestion, severe fatigue, delirium and hallucinations--is no joke.

It is, in fact, life-threatening.

In an effort to prevent chicken pox from spreading in the homeworlds of those who unBound, and particularly in the homeworlds of those who have no such disease, or who have had none for many generations, I will be vaccinating the patrons of the bar.

Those receiving injections will be mildly ill for a day or two. (Which is better than being sick for a week to two weeks with chicken pox.)

If you become ill anyway, I will tend you.

I apologise to those who are needle-phobic. Unfortunately, this is necessary.

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce appears, bat on one shoulder. The head he got from Dr. Lecter is in his arms, and every so often he takes a piece of candy from it and eats it.

He sits at the bar, and asks one of the rats for a dish of fruit and a Coke float.

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[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Events continuing over from last night, thanks to the magick of Millitime (tm)! ADDENDUM: This is a pre-planned event, in continuation of the event from last night, so to avoid confusion we ask that you not post in this thread unless already involved. Thank you!]

Looking about the gathered companions of Mat, Tom, Will, Bran, and Inigo, Rand manages a cold smile.

"Time for the dance."

He turns and with weaves of spirit, air, fire, earth, and water, opens a gateway to Tel'aran'rhiod, the bright slash opening vertically to a gray realm, looking for all parts to be rather normal.

"Quickly; the more time we waste, the less time Moiraine has. And mind the edges of the gateway."

Grimly, he watches as they all quickly walk through. He casts one last weave and hands a coin to Dream. "This will anchor me in this world. Please keep it safe."

With that, he walks through the gateway after them, and it winks out of sight.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is in a very good mood as she goes down the stairs, the Bar does not even have to help her today. She sits at the bar and watches the patrons come and go, sketching on her sketchpad anything that catches her eye.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy opens one eye very slowly. After a supreme effort, the other eye follows suit. He quickly scrunches them into a squint as the ambient lighting around the bar hits his retinas. He blinks several times, eventually peering out of bloodshot eyes, trying to figure out where he is. He rolls over from where he lies under the bar and peers at the carnage around him. The stains of various potent drinks are daubed across his clothes, blending in nicely with paling vomit streaks which he doesn't recall belonging to him *

( The aftermath )

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders down to the bar, looking rather pleased with herself, and heads straight over to the coffee machines. She presses the buttons and -

Coffee appears!

It's magic!

Thus set up with the basic staple of life and ready to face the day, she glances around the bar.*

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[capt_angie]

*With a noise that is less of a pop and more of a whip crack, Angie is standing at the bar. She looks around hoping to see Raph, but he's not there. She looks worried and bites her lip.

One of the waiting rats hurries over and she orders a vodka and coke then sits at a table, stiring the drink absently with the straw as she watches the entrances for either Raph or Tim.*

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[not_that_spike]

( pre-milliways )

He stops, gets coffee, finds a table, takes out the notepad, smokes, doesn't write.

And he can't stop grinning. Not for a minute.

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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Moiraine, in the Tower of Ghenjei.]

[Warning: Includes severe mental trauma.]

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[true_desire]

After slipping away from the family gathering, Desire returns to the usual table.
The Endless looks sightly pensive, still watching them from the different vantage.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes downstairs, her hair damp. She sits down at the table that she sat at yesterday, padding her fingertips together for a minute to feel the wrinklyness of them, before going back to what she was doing yesterday. Watching.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise wanders downstairs, very, very hungry. He gets food at the buffet, pays a rat, then goes and sits at a booth. He watches the people as he eats, with a small grin tugging at his lips.

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[locks_it_up]

Death, at the corner of the bar, as usual.

However, she looks less than pleased. In fact, she might well be bordering on 'annoyed.' Really, seriously annoyed.

This can't be good.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The "good" doctor strides in, dressed to his usual excellence. He makes his way through the crowd to a table, sitting and relaxing some.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*penny wanders downstair,
she looks around the bar seeing if anyone she knows is there.*

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She comes down the stairs, smiling and playing with her new kitten, Mr. Q. She pauses at the first rat she encounters, asking for a bit of string, about ten feet of it. She explains that she will make sure her kitten harms none of the rats, and the string will be for a harness and leash. Unsure, the rat toddles off to get the requested item.

Then she looks up. First, she sees Van Helsing. He looks vaguely familiar ... Then she sees him. Her eyes get wide and she stiffens, to the point the kitten squeaks in protest and pain. She immediately loosens her grip on Mr. Q., but cannot move otherwise, staring at him.

He's DEAD! No, nononononono ... he's dead ... they destroyed him! This CAN'T BE! HAPPENING!

She just keeps staring, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, other than Dracula.

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[prince-tepes.livejournal.com]

Vlad pauses, and smiles slightly when he realizes he is not in his club--he is, instead, at the strange bar he'd been brought to before. He goes to the bar and murmurs, "Absinthe, please," sitting down and looking around with pleasure.

He is somewhat surprised when his request does not appear but a helpful-looking rat does.

"I require blood," he tells the rat, not trusting the creature with something as complicated as absinthe. He licks his teeth and smiles, and the rat squeaks and hurries off.

Vlad looks around more. The air smells rich tonight.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

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

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[kabeleced]

Regulus appears near a corner of the bar, standing next to a booth. Desire is over at the usual table, but he doesn't think he's been noticed yet; he considers going over, for one reason or another, but can't bring himself to. Instead, he sits against the wall with his legs pulled up in front of him and watches everyone else.

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

( Outside, at the lake )

She walks into the bar, through the lake-exit.


The first thing that happens when she steps through the doorway is her eyes glaze over, and she stands stiffly upright, her mouth slightly gaping. A second later, she's shaken herself out of it, holding a hand to her forehead, and starting to look around, slightly frantic and with paranoid, searching eyes.

What IS that!?! Her brow furrows as she gives a weak glare around the room. That was stronger than last time, too.

What is it about this place? And, if she doesn't leave soon, will these seizures and sudden pain attacks continue getting worse, and more frequent?

...

She shakes her head, twice, to clear it, and scans the room. She's looking for helpful, if not familiar, faces.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

The notice that Bartleby had put up about his cat has been covered over - Bartleby repins it prominently, and then moves behind the bar. "What do people want?"

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

And Warren's sitting at a table looking a little hung over or possibly still drunk. He's brooding slightly, though not in an attractive Angel/Spike (not like that) way; more an essence of 'I bent my Wookie.'

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs. She looks around and plops on a stool at the bar. She's bored bored bored.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val wanders into the bar, looking slightly pekid. Around her shoulders is a shawl, but she looks rather flushed. Picking up her tray, Val makes herself an iced tea and sits down, pulling the shawl closer around her shoulders.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Waaaay the hell out of Milliways:

First: (and previously summarized by David-mun) The Road of Trials

Then: Bad Night.

And then: The Mocking Door

And now even as I post this: Over the Threshhold

Also: Quixotic Quest Banner. ]

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks appears next to the House of Arch Portrait, a determined expression on her face; she sees Crowley and Aziraphale sitting together, and walks over*

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[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing enters the bar from the lake, he's studying an object in his hand as he walks through and avoids and steps around any nearby people.

Without looking up from the object in his hand, he stops... sensing something that wasn't in the bar before... or not when he was in it last. Slowly, he raises his head a bit, just enough to peer at the patrons from beneath the brim of his hat. Evil. He looks around, but cannot pinpoint the source or the new sensation of evil - the old familiar ones tingle in the background, like always.

He shakes it off and moves to sit on a stool at the bar.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake wanders down from his room, winding a strip of cloth around the palm of his left hand as he walks. He takes a seat at the bar; he likes it better than the tables and there's less sides to be surrounded on. Roland's nowhere to be seen so he simply sits, sipping a mug of tea presented by a rat, and muses.