Happiness is a....

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd is out by the cool, quiet dark of the lake. Stars twinkle overhead and stuff. It's purdy, to put it as eloquently as possible.

The golden boy, however, is not looking at the stars. He's staring into the telescopic scope of a .30-.30, the barrel of which is aimed at an empty Coke can many paces off.

He pulls the trigger. A gunshot rings off across the grounds, and the Coke can is nowhere in sight.

And Todd smiles, sniffing at the lingering odor of smoke from the recently departed bullet. That was a good shot.

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[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

*Christian walks into the bar with a bit of caution. He looks around and realizes that he's at Milliways, finds an open spot at the bar and sits down. He finaly looks normal again since the effects of the botox have worn off and now he's hoping to find someone for an interesting conversation.*

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[onetruemegatron.livejournal.com]

Megatron is in his corner. He is surrounded. Surrounded by sketches and blueprints and a pyramid of emptied Energon cubes. For thirteen-odd feet of draconic robot, he's been awfully quiet lately. Starscream hasn't been around, and Donighal has mostly left him to his own devices. Which is fine, yes.

He needed to plan. For his return... and his ascendance. Oh, yes. Cybertron WOULD tremble when Megatron returned. The illness that affected the humans here, the ...virus. He had created viruses before... but a virus that caused quantum acceleration or, even better, *deceleration* in the victim... oh, by the Pit, it was so SIMPLE, but so brilliant! Only he, Megatron, greatest of Predacons, could have devised this scheme.

Now.

For the implementation.

He plotted. He consumed massive amounts of Energon. He sketched dispersal vectors and planned chemical constructs and energy-flow fields. He *would* have his day.

For he is Megatron.

And Megatron always triumphs.

Yes.

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[locks_it_up]

There's Death. Corner of the bar.

She's got her typical White Russian, (don't worry about where it came from) and her typical small smile.

The barstool is swiveled outward to get a good look at tonight's crowd.

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[nowthatsanarchy.livejournal.com]

A *very* irate young man, dressed in a tattered suit coat, untucked (and dirty) button-down shirt, and dress pants storms into the bar.

"VYVYAN! VYVYAN! WHAT IS THIS? WHY HAVE YOU GONE AND TURNED MY BEDWOOM INTO A BWOODY BAR?!"

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[macleod_connor]

Connor enters from the lake, having just finished a bit of fencing practice with Kronos. He remembers his sword, then remembers his coat is still out by the lake - or was until Kronos shoved it at him . He sighs as he makes his way through the bar, stopping to add his name to the Secret Santa jar, before he departs the bar for home.







[ooc: just a small edit]

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia comes downstairs and sits at a table. She is people watching, this place seems like a good place for it. Even weirder people here than at concerts, but more interesting.
*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes downstairs, humming something that may or may not be the theme from "The Muppet Show."

Specifically, the part that goes: "Why do we always come here? / I guess we'll never know..."*


[ETA: Warning! Major spoilers for Season 2 of Farscape herein!]

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[ariel-storms.livejournal.com]

Ariel sidles into the bar and downstairs, taking a good look around. She is pretty confused... must have been a wrong turn somewhere. She got a little carried away with that whole air of freedom thing and just took off for wherever. But there seem to be some goodly people here... a goodly darn lot of them, anyway.

She wanders around, hoping to meet someone, someones... somethings?

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[aftereternity.livejournal.com]

Francis sits at a table in the back, slowly drinking a glass of wine, and examining a piece of broken mirror.

Where...?

[livingonmemory.livejournal.com]

He had gone to sleep in Hondarth, or so he would've sworn as he looked about him. Teel perched on his shoulder in his usual insolence, but Aidan's attention was elsewhere. He had never seen anything like what was before him, and--

Lir, you are blocking the doorway.

Doorway? He glanced behind him and saw that there was indeed a door. If he went out it, would he be in familiar surroundings once more? Even as the thought entered his mind, he stepped aside, remaining still as he tried to orient himself, but be out of the way of any to whom that door might be useful.

Do you know where we are then, Teel?

When the lir didn't answer, he wasn't surprised.

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[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie walk into the bar, 'Skandra at his heels, and looks around hopefully*

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[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

A small black pig comes running through the door.

It stops two feet from the door, looking very surprised to be here.

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley, loose-limbed and sleepy, even after nearly eighteen hours' rest, pads downstairs and over to the bar. Waiting for his order of toast and coffee to arrive, he stretches luxuriously, joints cracking, and yawns, wider than a human jaw probably should. He scans the room, and, failing to see any familiar faces, scoops up his breakfast-that-is-also-dinner and makes his way into the staff quarters. He heads down the corridor, glares at the door in front of him until it opens, and slips into Bernard's room, grinning to see the angel already there, keeping watch over the comatose barman with a copy of 'The Holy Innocents' in hand*

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

And he was in such a good mood the other day. Why does Meg insist on telling him the chip needs to be reinstalled? He needs to talk to Andrew, and like now.

Not seeing Andrew, he gets himself a beer.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She comes down from the upstairs, kitten in hand. Mr. Q. only squirms a little, becoming used to this restriction. She looks around, seeing who's around - no one she knows. She heads for the man in the apron.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard ties on his apron and steps behind the Bar.

"What'll it be?"

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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: out of millliways]

I've never seen THIS BBS before...

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

*The door opens to admit a pleasantly refined-looking Japanese woman, a long, thin, bundle in blue cloth in her hands, and a searching look on her face. The moment she enters the doorway, however, the girl seems to freeze up. She stands, immobile, for a few minutes, face blank, puzzlement in her eyes.

Blinking away the confusion, she scans the room, then proceeds to go systematically through the area, checking in cracks, under napkins and tables, and behind chairs for something.*

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out of the staff quarters and takes a seat at the bar*

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Krum comes downstairs. He's still wearing his Quidditch outfit, and looks a little annoyed.

With purpose, he climbs on top of a stool and claps his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Excuse me! I vill buy drinks for anyvun who can find me clean pants!"

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[iseefrank.livejournal.com]

[OOC: If I Should Die Before I Wake...]

*he picks himself up from the dirt path, wiping down his sweatpants and t-shirt and rumpling his hair with a hand. He looks around, expecting... anything except a bar in the middle of nowhere.

So he walks up tentatively and opens the door, stepping just over the threshold and standing there, quietly, confused.

Where the hell was he?*

[OOC: Mun is going to nap a while. Be back in an hour]

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby has been out by the lake. When he comes in, he sees Richard at the bar, and raises a hand to him, hopping onto a stool by the bar and resting his chin in his hands.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders down the stairs, looking, very faintly, troubled.

If she's going to have dreams, she wishes they'd at least remain familiar dreams.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil always liked Sundays. There was something so routine but so satisfying about turning out a perfectly roasted pork joint with crackling as crisp and light as could be. Unfortunately his normal service was out of the question but he felt he should offer a decent Sunday Roast if people wanted one. He made a mountain of crisply roasted potatos and parsnips, buttered cabbage and carrots, minted peas and jugs of gravy then set it all up on an extra table by the salad bar.

"What have I forgotten?" he asked himself, hoof tapping thoughtfully. "I know - apple sauce!"

He fetched the dish, put a serving spoon beside it then sighed. He did like Sundays.

"Apple pie for pudding," he said. "With custard."

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[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

*Monkey is still here. It's unclear whether or not he slept or not--Meg gave him coffee, after all. He's currently turning multiple cartwheels from one end of the bar to another--the record so far is six in a row--and giggling gleefully.*

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[writer-of-ages.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways]

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina comes down again from her room, Mr. Q. now on a proper kitten-harness and leash duo. Much to his dismay.

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex wanders down from upstairs. His eyes are bloodshot, and there is a dark bruise on his left cheek.

He does not look particularly happy.

Things go better with Coke

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and goes to the coke machine. She gets a quarter out of her purse and gets a can of Coke. Its too late for coffee but she needs something. She goes and sits at the table she was at the night before, there is no longer a monkey on it*

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders downstairs and sits down at the bar, asking a rat to get her a glass of wine. After the wine is delivered, she begins to sip it slowly, looking blase about everything.

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[blue_eyed_lord]

The Rider enters the bar, French poetry book in hand. Baudelaire makes him want to drink wine, the poet being French and depressing and whatnot.

He makes his way over to the bar to one of the rat servers. He looks down his nose at it. "White wine, please," he says.

He watches it scurry off with small distaste. Rats are all very well In Their Place, but running across counter tops Isn't Classy.

Thanking it with a dismissive wave of his hand, he hands the rat some money and then turns around to survey the patrons of the bar.

the quest for the landlord continues...

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: very, very far out of milliwaysThe City of Nowhere]

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[kabeleced]

Regulus sits in a booth, his back to the wall and legs curled in front of him. Having finished exploring the bar, Squishy, Sir Floof, and Aloysius are clustered on the table near him, intrigued (and glad that he's put a shirt on again). Their subject has now decided it's not worth it to override what he thinks is his mother; now he's trying to think -- when he thinks -- under her. It's not working so well.

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[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

The little black pig is in the bar again.

He is standing in the middle of the main area, looking horribly lost.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael enters with his violin from the back corridor, his fedora tilted slightly on his head. Leaning quickly, he snags a passing waiter-rat by the tail and orders some white wine. He considers ordering roast rat for dinner, just to see the waiter-rat panic, but dismisses the thought on grounds that it would make getting dinner difficult in the future. He sets the rat down and watches it scurry hurriedly away. Yrael goes to the bar and sits on a barstool. Setting his fedora upside-down on the seat next to him, Yrael begins to play. The bow slides across the strings with the motion of a wave meeting the shore, the violin singing the ancient song of the ocean. The song is peaceful, drawing listeners into its calm serenity. But just as the peaceful surface of the wide ocean hides the struggles of life and death beneath the waves, so too does the peaceful melody of the violin. A tension waits below the surface of the notes, just shy of breaking the crest of a wave. He watches the bar patrons, inviting any who wish to listen to do so.*

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[master-of-arms.livejournal.com]

Benedict walks in in his usual Amberite garb. He looks around and finds an empty table out of the way. Removing his sword and placing it on the table, he sits and furrows his brow as if he is focusing. After a second, his metallic right hand reaches up as if to pluck some imaginary something out of the empty space in front of him. As his fingers complete the motion, however, they suddenly are wrapped around the spine of a tattered leather-bound book.

A slight raising of the eyebrows is the only expression he shows. Benedict gently lays the book on the table and concentrates again...

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[bloodyrockgod]

For a brief, very brief moment, a banner appears to be hanging over the Bar. It reads,

Welcome, Adventurers!

And as soon as it's seen, it's gone.

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan is sitting in a booth, watching the people. He looks... reasonably happy, actually.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val is sitting in a corner booth, blankets wrapped around her. It looks like she's been sitting there most of the day, books and papers strewn around her, face flushed and eyes dimmed. There are no plates or glasses around her, not even her usual empty tea mugs. She seems to be writing something, but quite unsuccessfully.

[ooc: Val has a -bad- case of the chicken pox. If'n you dun wanna get them, stay faaaaar, far away.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy hasn't left the bar since last night. She sits curled by the fireplace, eyes unfocused. She has a muffin in one hand, and a rose in the other.*

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren slouches down from his room, intent on impotently, ridiculously, and miserably hating all of woman-kind, followed by, eh, a light dinner maybe?

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim floats down from the rafters, hands extended to each side, a smile on his face. He always liked that descent, so... dramatic. He lands with nary a noise, standing tall to gaze around the bar.*

Hmm... quiet night. Excellent.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He waits, as unobtrusively as someone the color of snow, with black hair, robes of nightmares, and a full foot taller than the tallest person in the bar (when you're Endless, height is a variable), can. He doesn't know when they will be back, but he waits. Star covered eyes are fastened on the door. He does not move, not to breathe, not to fidget, not to stretch muscles gone stiff. He waits, one hand over the other, hiding the gold ring on his smallest finger.

there and back again

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post the bar at the end of the quest]

It's a blur at first--flashes of movement like film played too fast, sounds sped up and slowed down. Then like an elevator coming to a stop, they're back.

Charlie, Joe, Broom, David, Svava, Scott, and even Sir Didymus still on his steed.

Back.

Just back, like they'd never left.

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at a table near the bar, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. She appears to be on the lookout for someone.*

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[not_that_spike]

Just coffee. He swears, just coffee or water but nothing alcoholic.

Hand bandaged -- still aching, still oozing blood and fluid and whatnot through the bandages -- he pours a cup of black coffee and takes it to the table by the fire. He stares into the fire, either thoughtful or dejected. The difference is subtle. He sets the ever-present pack of cigarettes on the table, lighter on top, and watches the flames dance: carefree, hot, seductive.

He doesn't notice when the group on the quest for the Landlord comes back. He doesn't pay much attention when the security staff surrounds Paul and Todd. He just stares into the flame, pensive.

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[mogget_cat]

*The pale, white-haired form of Yrael wanders into the bar, carrying his violin. His books are back in the space beside his bed. He feels more like music than like reading tonight. He makes his way to the bar, sliding onto a barstool, and sets the bow to the strings. A soft, melancholy tune sings forth, the notes echoing sweetly around him. He smiles slightly, thoughtfully.*

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[equivocal-miles.livejournal.com]

For the very first time since he stepped into the bar, Miles intends to go there, walks through a door...

and actually finds himself at Milliways.

There's a triumphant look on his face as he walks through the door, dressed in a gray and white uniform.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby enter with the kids and head for a booth*

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[nitzwalsh.livejournal.com]

*Nitz stumbles into the bar after. He looks toasted, and seems completely disoriented. He looks around, mutters something about the wrong door again, and passes out on the floor.*

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[candyman--can.livejournal.com]

*willy wonka wanders into milliways, swinging his cane and whistling absent-mindedly to himself. he sits down on a stool, taking off his top hat and putting it with his cane on the bar in front of him. he folds his hands on the bar, and looks around enquiringly at all the weird and wonderful people*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew heads downstairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes.*

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[capt_angie]

*Theres a pop- theres always a pop- when Angie apperates into the bar. She takes in her suroundings curiously.*

OK this isn't where I was meant to be apperating to.

*She sighs.*

Might as well have a bloody drink now that I'm here.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake clatters down the stairs, one hand in his pocket and as casual as you please. He sees Todd and considers before walking over to where the boy's sitting at the bar.

Re-entrance

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya bounces into the bar, which is amazing since she is slightly inebriated from all of the gin she's had to drink.

She stands at the entrance, smiling at everyone.

"Hello. I have had lots of gin. And how are you?"

In Cordelia Vorkosigan's Room

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter heads upstairs to see how Cordelia's doing. She's awake, at least.

"You're doing better," he says quietly. "Listen. Lecter brought the vaccine for chicken pox. When you're well, you can have some of it so that your scientists can make more. And some of my blood as well, since I had chicken pox as a boy. I'm not sure that I had the same variety of the disease as you, but it may help, anyway.

The next bit is very hard to say.

"You might have been wondering why Moiraine hasn't been to see you," he adds. "Or Will, either. The thing is...they can't. They're both outside of Milliways. And Moiraine's in a lot of trouble."

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph ambles in from the Lake area. He's carrying a piece of wood roughly two feet in diameter and maybe a couple of inches thick. Looks like just a cross section of a tree, truth be told. He finds an empty table and sits. Once he's settled he breaks a box of crayons as well as a couple of throwing knives, and sets to work making a dart board.*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe is sitting at the bar, in jeans and a shirt with the side ripped open and grey socks, all of which is at least damp. He is currently murdering a bottle of whiskey without the help of a glass. There is an unopened envelope on the bar in front of him. Every time he looks at it he drinks some more. The bottle is about half-gone.