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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

[OOC: earlier today]

Jake wanders back in and takes almost the same seat at the bar that he had earlier, give or take a few stools. He's still a little distant but his expression is pleasant enough. After a few minutes Oy comes down the stairs and weaves through the crowd to join him.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew heads downstairs, looking ... a bit gloomy, actually. He heads for the buffet and spends a few minutes constructing an enormous sandwich.*

Bartending

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

When Bartleby comes out of the staff quarters into which he and Charlie disappeared yesterday, he looks happy and relaxed. He slips behind the bar and smiles at the room at arge. "Anyone want anything?"

Surprise!

[gryffindorstag.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since James Potter has visibly wandered into the bar, and he's never looked this deliriously happy. Incandescent joy is practically rolling off the boy in waves.

However, despite his near-rapture, he's also scanning the room, clearly searching for someone whom he can't identify.

"Excuse me," he says over and over again to passing patrons. "Have you seen an older man named Anakin?"

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael emerges from the staff quarters, hair sticking up in all directions and rolling his shoulders. He hasn't slept, and does not look happy*

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton comes back into the bar, looking around for familiar faces. The boredom is driving him crazy; he needsto talk to Andrew & Friends so he can get out of here already.

He goes up to a servingrat and gets himself a beer.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Brand new occupants of the Milliways Security deluxe resort and casino. Or detention center. Whichever.]

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways]

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley wanders out from the staff quarters, looking much as usual, if very slightly rumpled. He stretches in the doorway, and uncreases his clothes with a thought, before collecting two cups of tea from the bartender and heading over to the angel*

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[father-grigori.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and for a moment, there is cold and snow outside.

Then, Grigori Rasputin stumbles into the bar, with heavy boots and rather drunk. He doesn't look around at first, just sits down heavily in the nearest chair and shouts "Madeira! And music!", before slumping forwards on the table, groaning and murmuring. After a short moment, he looks up and realises where he is - he's been here twice before.

"Oh, help me, holy virgin, not the heathen place again!"

UPSTAIRS

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: This thread is just for Aziraphael and Crowley. It contains sex and violence so please proceed with caution]



Aziraphael shoves Crowley through the door, slamming it shut behind him and taking a moment to breathe deeply through his nose, his fists clenched. The attempted calm shatters as soon as he looks at the demon, at the impassive facade the dark glasses give him, and he storms forward, shoving Crowley against the wall, his arm against the demon's throat, trying desperately to suppress the feelings that instantly arise.

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[mogget_cat]

*Returning from Florence, where he has enjoyed a very nice home-cooked meal with a friend, Yrael heads to the back corridor and his bed, yawning contentedly.*

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

A very sleepy Kestrel wanders downstairs, and sees Brennan and Lochiel and someone she doesn't know talking together.

"Bren?"

She drops Gil's new apron on the bar as she approaches them.

Breakfast at.......well, not at Milliways....

[go-between.livejournal.com]

{ This is Out of Milliways. Here as a place marker for millichannel. }

Richard kissed a sleeping Armand and pulled the duvet over him. He got dressed and pulled on his new coat, scarf and gloves. Armand hadn't been joking about needing them. He stepped outside and went in search of a cafe.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael walks down the stairs, very slowly, very carefully. Clasped in one hand is Crowley's jacket; he's not wearing it, even though he appears to be shivering. He stops at the entrance, his eyes darting around the bar, and then he takes a seat at the first available table, almost collapsing into his chair. Suddenly remembering, he reaches up to untie a length of black ribbon from around his throat. He looks at it for a second and then shoves it into his pocket, his face carefully expressionless*

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley walks down from upstairs, in shirtsleeves. He has a white feather in his hand, and a collar of bruises around his neck. He doesn't much look like he's feeling anything. He starts towards the door*

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[father-grigori.livejournal.com]

Grigori goes and hammers on the office door where Bigby has taken his prisoners after the incident, shouting: "That man is injured! You are being wantonly cruel, werewolf! At least let me help him!"

He kicks the door, and it gets scuffed from the big dirty boot.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliway's post]

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[father-grigori.livejournal.com]

Grigori downs the ale Sidious had given him, then drinks up the bottle of Madeira Xello had given him earlier, gives the closed door to the Security office an angry glare, then drunkenly stands still, blesses the bar at large with some sort of two-fingered benediction, opens the front door and stumbles out into a cold and snowy St. Petersburg night in November 1916.

Before the door falls shut, you can hear Grigori starting to bellow out some religious song at the top of his lungs.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Letter to Crowley]

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, and heads straight for the coffee machine.*

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-Of-Milliways Entry]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes from the staff quarters to the bar, carrying his guitar in one arm and a small, black, less-than-pleased-looking kitten in the other. He sits at the end of the bar and places the kitten on the top, fetches some pieces of luncheon meat from the carts, and puts them on a plate for the kitten to eat.

He adjusts the guitar on his lap and play,s keeping an eye on the kitten.

And on the angel.

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[thecoolone]

Bill walks toward the bar and orders coffee ice cream from one of the rats. He raps his fingers on the counter and looks around the place until it arrives and then takes it to an out-of-the-way booth, happily digging into it once he's sitting comfortably.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*A cloud of white drifts into the bar, hovering a good six feet above the ground. It drifts this way and that, with no seeming purpose, until it stops near the bar. The cloud grows darker, a rumble of thunder, a flash of lightning, and it begins to rain in avery localised location. As the water falls, it begisn to fill in a shape, pouring itself into boots, then pants, moving upwards, a waist forms, along with a trenchcaot as it goes up, until Tim is formed beneath the wispy remains of a cloud. He looks around with a faint smile, nodding. He slips a second pair of sunglasses from a pocket and stares at them through his own, muttering beneath his breath, making small smooth gestures. Anyone looking might notice symbols passing across the inside of the second pair. Tim raises his head to check if theres a bartender or if he should make his own...*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

David walks into the bar and heads straight to a booth with a pad of paper, a pen, and a look of fierce concentration.

Poetry isn't his strong point.

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[agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com]

Agent Qualls wanders dwnstairs, looking very much like a government agent. Which is really very good, because she is one and all. She immediately heads for the coffee machine, quickly making herself a cup and finding a table.

Coma Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways]

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Outfit 3)

She comes down, kitten on her shoulder. She glides to a table and sits.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake wanders into the bar from where he's spent the afternoon by the lake. He takes a table tonight and waves to a few people before settling in, sticking his hands in his pockets.

He heads up the stairs soon afterwards, however, with Val and Peter in tow.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, with note. He places it on the bulletin board.

( In Tom’s handwriting: )

Then he moves to a seat and takes up his standard program of brooding.

Bartending

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby has a headache. He spent a restless night - between feeing ill and the awkwardness of things between him and Charlie, he couldn't sleep comfortably. He thinks maybe he should have told Charlie to go back to his room, given them both a bit of breathing-room... but at the same time, he's glad he didn't. It's nice to share a bed with someone, even if that someone lies a little too stiffly within your arms.

And then this morning... he spent this morning watching Cow. He doesn't believe everything the strange, armour-plated woman told him, but... there's something off about Cow. When he woke up this morning she was sitting in the middle of the room, staring at him, her eyes mean little slits. It made him shiver, and he remembered his promise. So he spent the morning dangling a bit of string in front of her, and watching carefully for evil-monster-like behaviour. He saw nothing that could be pinpointed, but... she killed the string a little too efficiently.

So when he steps behind the bar, his voice is unenthusiastic, and he isn't really looking around. "Anyone want anything?" Then he looks at the bar itself, and there, right in the middle of the surface, is a glossy black stone, with flecks of white threaded through it. It has his name carved on it in large, deep letters. BARTLEBY.

His mouth opens a little in surprise, and he reaches to touch the stone. As soon as his fingers encounter the chill of the surface, there is the sudden bright flash of an image in his head. Himself, sleeping, sprawled across the bed with his wings trailing, skin smooth and pale and beautiful, features so finely carved. The watcher sighs with pleasure. And the watcher is the Fool. He lets out a small cry of surprise, and steps back from the stone, staring at it with eyes wide and unblinking. He can see now that there is a letter underneath the stone.

[ooc: back in 15-20 mins.]

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliway's Post]

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[blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com]

Brennan comes downstairs. He asks a bar-rat for a cup of honey-brew and sits at the corner table.



[[ETA for Nasty!Brennan within]]

[[ETA 2: Violence of the lir-shape persuasion]]

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::Enter Jane, sketchbook in tow for the first time in a while. She raises an eyebrow at the setup on the bar, but shrugs it off as someone blowing the thing up yet again. She sits down at a table that's fairly well in the middle of things, opens up the sketchbook, and starts drawing::

OOC: Shall be in and out, between homework and Nano. Response may be slow.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val has meandered into the bar from the lake. Her spots seem to have dissipated a bit, however, she still looks off. She doesn't pick up her tray, just a pot of tea from behind the bar, and shuffles over to a booth, pulling a book out of her apron, which looks like it could use a wash, (the apron, not the book) and plops down to read.

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin comes through the painting, looking quite content with the Universe.

(OOC: This is mostly a post for a Nick and Anakin lesson. You can say hi, but don't expect a quick response. I can only multithread to a certain point.)

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere slips in and settles at the piano. It's been a hard week and, though she never looks old, she definitely looks a little stressed*

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?
But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me --
More security
He needs his fantasy
And freedom
I know him so well.

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I moved my world to be with him
Still the gap between us was too wide.

Looking back I could
Have played it
Differently
Learned about the man
Before I fell
I was just a little
Careless maybe
Now at least
I know I know him well

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?
Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why did I fall apart?


Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?
But in the end he needs a
Little bit more than me --
More security
He needs his
Fantasy and freedom
I know him so well

It took time to understand him

I know him so well

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

*Agatha re-enters the bar from the staircase leading to the guest rooms. She looks around, still curious about this place*

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

A flurry of thumps and clatter down the stairs and a moment later Jake comes stumbling through the bar. Shoving past people, eyes blazing and bandages trailing from his arms. He trips over the end of one and almost falls but manages to keep his footing.

And then he's out the back door almost as quickly as he came. Down to the lake, where he stumbles and falls to the ground, digging his hands into the earth and burying his face in the grass to scream until he can taste blood.