They'll stone ya when you are young and able.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd shuffles slowly in from upstairs. Once again he looks rather on the sleepy side, and is in a Sunday sort of outfit of yellow/blue ringer shirt from a few SDHS football seasons ago, tight faded jeans, and his usual blue/gold Nikes. His hair hasn't been blow dried, though it still manages to retain a lot of shape and luster on its own. Go-go gadget Golden Boy.

He stifles a yawn, and when he moves his hand reveals a nice black-and-blue bruise, just under his chin on the right side. He sinks into a stool at the bar, then gives the greater room a severely subdued Sunday version of his usual smile.

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[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix is the first to awaken. His neck is stiff from having spent the day curled in a booth, and his clothes are even more mussed than they had been the night before. He feels strangly drained, but he doesn't wonder why for long, as he moves carefully, and dislodges a still sleeping Nick from his side. The younger vampire is even more innocent in his sleep than when awake, and LaCroix finds it hard to reconcile the sleeping form curled against him with the ravenous beast of the night before.

Of course, having seen Nicolas' strange moods for over 8 centuries, he has come to expect them. He readjusts his position, sliding over to allow Nicolas more room on the surprisingly long corner booth, and sits, watching him sleep. He really has no where to be tonight.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Notice potted in the Security Office.]

Oh - here.

[livingonmemory.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Aidan had even managed to fall asleep in the seat he'd taken. Now, awakened, the imprint of the seat's back was on his cheek, his hair flattened on that side and the back where he'd rested. Yellow eyes opened, though, and he looked around himself. His memory was intact, at least. He lifted a hand to swipe at his mouth, hoping he hadn't managed to sleep so hard as to drool - but, he noticed, he hadn't had one of his dreams.

Now the only challenge was food.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*David is sitting at the bar, his eyes on Charlie in the corner, and his heart is trembling. With a whiskey in his hand, he reaches once more to pull out his letter and reads it again and again, eyes wet.

He doesn't care who sees him*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: post this and this]

*David is exhausted, physically and mentally, as he picks up his own letter and the one addresed to Richard, and heads to the bar again, asking for the key to Armand's room. Taking it, he heads up the stairs, and to a sleep uninterrupted by dreams, or so he hopes*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton comes downstairs again. He seems calmer now, as though nothing could possibly surprise him. His conversation yesterday with Andrew was a major contributor to this.

He goes to locate a rat to have some dinner, and lets his mind wander as to how the not-workingness of the bar will affect his tab.

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat wonders in from the lake. He's been out there a while, but now he senses the adventurers have returned...

Intrigued by the aura of power coming from the Sith lord, he sits down nearby. A rat scurries up to him.

"A warm brandy, s'il vous plait."

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe wakes up in a booth off to the side, feeling like death warmed over. A small black kitten with green eyes is sleeping on top of the table with its feet resting on an envelope.

Joe groans and sits up, then groans more when he realizes he's still in the damp and tattered clothes he wore on the quest.

He tucks Jack and the envelope under his arm and runs upstairs to change into dry jeans and to put the black duster the bar gave him on over his torn shirt, leaving his socks to dry out as best they can in the sink. Then barefoot he returns to the bar to find coffee and cat food.

When that's taken care of, he begins to turn the letter over in his hands, trying to make up his mind whether to read it or not.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew sits at the bar, one foot jiggling in what might be nervousness or might be anticipation.*

*He's waiting for Warren to get back downstairs.*

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out from the kitchen and sees some familiar faces. He walks over.*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

*David walks downstairs, slightly refreshed, but still bruised and battered. Upon seeing Lestat, his face lights up, but he heads to a booth in the back.

Peace and quiet, and if anyone wants to come over they can. He's just not opening any conversation today. Nothing to say*

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[writer-of-ages.livejournal.com]

Atrus walks downstairs into the bar proper, a bound journal in one hand, fountain pen, bottle of ink, and charcoal stick carefully cradled in another. He finds an empty table and sets his things down, then goes to the bar and procures a cup of tea. Watching in curiosity and astonishment as one of the rats fetches his order, and two carry it back carefully on a platter, he thanks them kindly and weaves back through the crowd to his table, setting the tea down and opening the journal as he sits.

He looks around the room quietly, absorbing the woodwork, design, and architectural nature of the bar.

Charcoal stick poised in one hand, he begins to sketch.

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[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*pulls the door open, using a bit more force than is strictly needed, and heads straight to the nearest stool* Hello Bar; good to see you again. *smiles tiredly*

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[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

The little black pig is on top of the bar, pacing the length of it, back and forth.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes down the stairs, a little soberly.

Laughing. "'Lainey, don't go down the stairs so fast, Father will be angry with you, and me for allowing it..." Tierry's voice. He always took care of her, even after he was injured.

Memories are following close behind her, leaving traces in her footsteps.

"Sneak out, come on...no one will know, and I will make up a story for you..." Lavaine. Impulsive, like she was, half in love with Lancelot himself when he came to the castle...

So many memories, and so many seemed to flee now that she had been here for a while. But she does not want to forget them. She sits at a table with her sketchpad and begins to draw. She is hungry and thirsty, but it matters not.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She comes down from her room, kitten now mostly trained to stay on her shoulder until let down. How do you train a kitten? Bribe it.

She passes through the bar, smiling at the people she knows, then goes through the front door and out. Moments later, she returns with a set of boots with engraved silver heel caps and toe caps, in about someone's size ...

She moves back to the bar.

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[balletrat]

*Meg bounces into the bar through the front door, looking both tired and scarily energetic, with a spare pair of toe shoes dangling over her shoulder.*

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[pirate_jack]

*Jack strolls in, grinning wickedly and humming a sea chanty. For some reason there is a blue rose in his hat, and it seems to be bobbing along to the tune. He goes straight to the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*The bar does not respond, but a glowing silver snifter standing on the bartop fills with golden rum. Jack quirks an eyebrow, shrugs, and gets a couple of glasses from a shelf, then fills them from the snifter and pats the bar gently.*

Taking a bit of a rest, are you, luv? There's no shame in that.

*He sets the rose on the bartop next to one of the glasses and drinks from the other, casually glancing around the room to see who's present.*

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[zday-survivor.livejournal.com]

Shaun would like his bloody cricket bat back. He hasn't seen the bastard that took it from him the other night, but he won't be very happy when he does. He was looking for it earlier, but decided that half an hour's search was fair enough to deserve a pint and thus is he relaxing by the bar with his drink, grumbling ineffectually every few minutes.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel wanders downstairs quietly, already abusing Millitime.

She helps herself to a coffee, and settles into a booth with a book.

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[mogget_cat]

( Pre-Milliways Entry: A Plot )

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael comes in from the lake, some slightly-wilted, long-stemmed yellow flowers in his white-gloved hands. A white handkerchief tied around his face covers his nose and mouth. He looks as if he'd do anything quite a bit to get these flowers away from him. His bright green eyes scan the bar, locating the target. He grins.*

OOC: Out of Milliways Announcement!

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Val is sick in bed here. Feel free to come and visit, Go ahead and start a new thread.]

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[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya comes down the stairs, no longer inebriated, but not quite sober. She's happy. The mysterious bottle of gin that appeared in her room the other night is still not empty. She looks around the bar for people whose ears she can yack off.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He heads down into the main part of the bar with a slight spring in his step, and shadows trailing around him. He is, actually, playing with them. It is quite probably the least grumpy he's ever looked.

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[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

Kibeth stalks across the room, her tail held high, her fur bristling. She leaps onto the bar, hisses at it, curls into a furry ball, and falls asleep.

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[-thedarkone-.livejournal.com]

Strangely enough, all the excitement had gotten to poor old Palpatine and he'd had to take a bit of a break to control himself. So hard trying to pretend to be an old politician when you're really the Dark Lord of the Sith and the deadliest being in your Galaxy. So hard.

But today he was back at his spot. Staring at the galaxies above, their cataclysmic endings and the questions and answers both given and taken as these things came to their eventual end. And almost laughing.

He had a Ruby Bliels in his hand and sipped at it slowly, gazing upwards at the end above. Surely one of those had been a the galaxy he had belonged to. Surely somewhere up there Curascant was spiraling towards destruction. Surely somewhere up there, it was happening.

[OOC: Good point. I was deriving the idea from the fact that with the end of each galaxy, surely whatever denizen that was left in it would die with it. Because Force sensetives have the power to detect such massive disturbances quite easily (such as Obi-Wan) I figured that perhaps this experienced would be negative and would empower those who feed off the Dark Side and the negative energies so. But for the sake of everything being a-ok and whatnot, I changed it. Thank you for pointing that out.]

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Frankie wanders downstairs, barely more presentable than his previous entrance.

His makeup is fixed, at least, but he is still wearing thigh-highs, corset, platform stilettos, his pearls... and someone's white dress shirt.

It was probably not originally his.

And it does not match the rest of the outfit at all.

He is probably not thinking about it, but he strikes a pose at the base of the stairs, looking around.

He's starving.

For oh so many things...

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[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

Granny comes downstairs, with a bit of a headache.

She needs tea.

Nessa is sitting on her shoulder.

She needs rum.

Nessa sees Elrond.

Nessa jumps ship...

Granny sighs, and tries for tea again.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

post this
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Blaise and Ophelia wander downstairs, Blaise carrying a book in his arms. They wander to a booth where Blaise opens his book.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade enter the bar and head for a booth*

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick makes his way into the bar like a man asleep. Something haunts him, but he can't really run from it because like many things, it's inside his head. He wanders to the bar before dropping almost dream-like onto a stool. He looks sad, almost like he's hurting, but there is something dangerous to that sadness, something unstable...

[ooc: Nick has pre-planned insanity for the evening. I'd appreciate if no one bothers him except those I've discussed this plot with. Thanks muchly! ^_^]

[Edit: Mod-ConsultedViolence Contained Herein]

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs, she has a big smile on her face. She grabs a cup of coffee from the glorious coffee machine and sits at a table*

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[xweapon.livejournal.com]

[Wanders in from the garage entrance. Jeans spotted with oil stains, hair horribly messed up, holding what looks to be saddlebags in one hand and a pair of gogles in the other. He seems completely unimpressed with the whole deal, and makes his way directly to the bar]

Dos Equis, times three. And an ashtray.

[still standing, he settles himself, leaning against the bar, one booted foot on a barstool rung. He drops the saddlebags to te floor under the stool and removes his jean jacket to reveal a "Coyote Ugly" tshirt under a black leather vest.]

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Wearing purpose, Hotaru briskly enters the bar from upstairs, heading over to a rather isolated booth. Once there, she plops into it forthwith, and slides until her back is against the furthest point.

Her empty eyes are searching.

She sits modestly, hands clasped in her lap.

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[jane_drew]

*Jane makes her way down the staircase, humming thoughtfully. She wanders across to the piano and sits, taking out her practice music yet again. The song is well-learned by now, and flows smoothly except for a slight hesitation at the key change. Jane checks over measures she had been having trouble in, making sure they are steady and come easily to her fingers.*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Watching. Waiting. Brooding.

If anything, he is less human than he was the night before.

Dream is taking non-communicative to a whole new level.

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[nitzwalsh.livejournal.com]

*After several hours, Nitz finally opens his eyes. He's been so deeply asleep that he hasn't noticed the hours of patrons who've come in and out, didn't hear Raphel's question, and doesn't even know what time it is. He groans after opening his eyes, because of course opening them means letting in light. He slowly sits up and looks around.*
What am I doing here again? *groan* And what did I drink?

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[xweapon.livejournal.com]

[snifs the air a bt and makes a screwed-up face. Pops the top off on of the green bottles set in front of him and drains half of it in one pull.]

Stinks in here. Not the good kind of death, either.

[nods a bit, recognizing Snow White in the distance.]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael slinks into the bar room, wearing his fedora lopsided over his ears. He leaps easily up onto the bar-top, padding down the bar to the corner that is his accustomed spot from which to watch the other patrons. He lies down, folding his paws under him comfortably. The fedora shades his green eyes somewhat as he glances around the bar, his tail twitching.*

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[capt_angie]

*Angie apperates into the bar deep in thought. She waves down a waiting rat and orders a vodka and coke and a basket of paradoxes. She takes a seat in a booth, takes out her wand, and absently starts making different coloured bubbles flow from it. She watches them as they float up towards the cieling and pop.*

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[mnt_mike]

Michaelangelo looks down from the rafters. He's supposed to be keeping an eye out for Raphael, but in truth, he's looking for Leonardo. The longer he puts off actually looking for Raph, the longer he can stick around and explore. The longer he avoids Leonardo, the more fun he'll have exploring. It's true, he can prove this with Science.

It's been a good few minutes with no sign of either, so he figures it's safe.
No sign of Angie or Bruce. Damn shame, those are the only people here he knows. One final watch check, and he jumps to floorside.
First things first, there's a mighty ninja sized thirst that needs quenching. He watches other folk in the bar approach the rats for food and beverage, so he does the same.
In a voice that'd make John Wayne proud, he orders

"Beer. Root. Make it float."

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes down the stairs and takes a place at the bar as he's done for the past few nights. He surveys the patrons carefully and sips a glass of water given to him by one of the rats.

He stays awhile longer, taking in some of the conversation, before heading back up to his room for the night.

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[ginsu_master]

Leo returns to the bar, but this time, he is prepared. Prepared to deal with Mike on his own. Prepared to drag his brothers back home. Oh, he is prepared.

He has three new york style pizzas with all the toppings and the trimmings. Oh, he is prepared.

He sets the three pizzas a few paces away from each other on the floor of the bar and waits. He is the patient, fearless leader. He has all night.

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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Continued from events in the Tower of Ghenjei. Warning: battle violence.]

A bright light shines from beside the door, slicing through the air, and widens into an open gateway. The sounds of a brazen bell loudly tolling can be heard from beyond, as can an odd reverberation, as though metal walls were vibrating in an earthquake caused by the noise alone.

Mat, Will, Tom, Bran, and Inigo all quickly hurry through the door, spattered with blood and dust. Another moment passes, and then Rand strides through, a small smirk on his face, carrying Moiraine in his arms. The Aes Sedai looks dazed and disoriented, but is clearly alive.

A flash of bright light and the sound of a tremendous explosion rock the world on the other side of the portal, which immediately snaps shut.

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[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix enters the bar in a bit of a rush. He's been feeling uncomfortable all evening, dark thoughts nipping at him from the back of his mind. He's almost amused that the place he heads to to think is Milliways, a place he had entered initially just to torment Nicolas. How things had changed.

Speaking of that devil, he cannot help noticing Nicolas raging in a corner with the little ballet girl. He remembers her vaguely from Natalie's wish.

Something is very wrong. Cursing his rotten timing he practically runs over to Nicolas, praying that he can reach him in time to stop ... whatever it is that's happening.