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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: post this]

Kestrel comes in through the back door, looking cold and still a little bit shaken, and looks around.

After a moment, she sees Darien, Angela, and Zot, and after grabbing a coffee, heads over.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael slinks in, catshaped once again. He pads over to the bar, humming under his breath, and leaps onto it with ease.*

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander comes out of his room, having just woken up not too long ago and having missed all the excitement that was the blackout (for shame!) He bounds down the stairs and plops himself down on a couch.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren gallops down the stairs, hand tightly around the cerebral dampener in his left pocket.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

She believes I'm damned too. It's a heavy thought, but not an unwelcome one. It's comforting to slide back into the mental habits of a lifetime: the world makes everyone dirty. Barely better than the scum. Damned before God for murder. In the end the world is hard and frightening and dreadfully lonely.

(The way of the gun is the way of damnation, sai King says true, and there are many twins here. )

So remember: she may be starting to love you, but she knows you for what you are. And what you are is a man who will never die in his bed.

You may be starting to love her, but what is love to fight for? or a Tower? or a bridge? It's no $200,000, that's for damn sure.

Joe is walking around the lake in the dark, gathering wildflowers. If he'd done it in daylight someone might have seen him and he'd have to shoot them, alas.

[OOC: Mun may be called away at any moment. Fair warning.]

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

A voice comes from the darkness, a figure illuminated by what looks like purple light in a bottle. The voice is startlingly strong, and authoritative. Well, kinda. "Could I have any staff over here, please, and perhaps anyone who knows what's going on? We need to try and fix this." Val's voice is much more confident than she feels.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* As the lights come back on, Indy looks around the bar. Spotting both Val and another man being traced by a very familiar red line, he frowns and checks his own back again by walking around a little. He utters some choice words of thanks as he notes that his trodden path is still clear of all tracers *

* With that, he chortles to himself as he watches the line's new owners being doggedly tracked. They don't seem to be too unhappy about it however. He shrugs *

The people at this place never cease to amaze me... but... better them than me I guess

* He finishes his drink and heads for his room, blissfully free of any unwanted followers *

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

There is a dim flicker in the darkness, then slowly, almost painfully, the lights come back on, gaining their full strength. There is a moment of question, as if the lights are wondering if they want to be on or not, but they settle in. All is peaceful at Milliways again. For now.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wanders away from the . . . stuff, and gets a cup of tea. And sits. And stares at the tea. And takes a sip.*

*Interesting night.*

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard comes downstairs with Anaesthesia on his shoulder. He feeds her and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

(OOM - personal journal)

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

Like Michiru said...

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs and looks around. He sees a few people he's met yet, and many more people he hasn't.

Thre's the blond girl; he waves briefly to greet her. She might yet tell him things another day. And there's a well-dressed older man in the room who exudes such a sense of meance and darkness, Asar-Suti almost walks over right away to introduce himself. But he doesn't.

Asar-Suti looks unusually pensive today.

He walks to the back door and opens it. He gives a disapproving little violet flicker at the cold, and in another flicker of purple, as if a TV picture had suddenly lost coherence and then re-coalesced, he has acquired an overcoat. Not a High Fantasy style cloak, just an ordinary overcoat. He goes out for a long walk along the lake, closing the door behind him.

[[OOC: mun is busy and at work; should anybody come and talk to Asar-Suti while he walks around the lake, I will try to answer, but it will take time. Lots of it, even..]]

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton comes into the bar, looking for Warren or Buffy.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton walks up to the bar holding in one hand what looks like a small chrome tennis ball.

He climbs on top.

He holds down a hidden button on it and counts to himself.

one... two... five... threesir... three...

"Hey, Scorp! Possess this!"

And, as Meg and Andrew half-turn, startled, Crichton hurls the ball in their direction.

There is a flash, and suddenly...




[ooc: There has now been a Milliways-wide blackout. You may feel free to panic now.]

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[alas_alas]

Echo is sitting on what she has now declared (to herself) her new 'cave'. Legs dangling over the side and kicking in the air, she plays with a screwdriver that is in her hands.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred is at the bar, head resting on his folded arms. It's hard to say if he's been there for a while or has just appeared, but which ever it is, he looks as if he needs a drink of alcohol. Preferably something strong.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[still in her oddly good mood, Delia comes down the stairs in her lovely green 1930s gown. She's left her hair free except for two locks that were coiled and pulled back.]

[humming, she makes her way over to her normal table]

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien saunters in from the lake, looking quite pleased with himself and the world in general. He's put on a pair of sunglasses and is smiling fit to split his face in two. When he gets there, plops down on the barstool with a sliding spin that rotates him somewhat impressively til he's facing the bar again. He's hungry...

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

[Out-Of-Milliways, pre-this and this and most definately this. Not to mention this other thing, and the cooldown.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy, having woken up in the chair in her room at Milliways instead of in her apartment, glances over at the sleeping/unconscious Xander in her bed. Not wanting to wake him (not that there's really a risk of that since he remained unconscious through her showering), she sneaks across the room and slips out the door, heading downstairs.

Plopping down at an empty table, she asks a passing rat for a clean washcloth, a big bowl of water, the first aid kit, some Diet Coke, and some rum. She's going to need a drink either during or after the process of cleaning her wounds from yesterday... again. Because its really good to keep such things clean.

She begins by lifting her shirt (which has a hole in it) up quite a bit and unwrapping the bandages around her midsection, revealing a slightly-healed stab wound. Which she begins cleaning once the rats get back with her things.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways Post (short)]

Nick wanders down from his new room, his eyes yellow though he is unaware of this. He looks...somewhat displeased and quite...hungry.

[ETA: possible adult content ahoy

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Somehow Isabel has managed to procure a book. Yes not only beauty, but brains too. She just sits reading, enjoying the atmosphere of the bar. With any luck, an interesting person will approach her.

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[ember_eleven]

Outside:

Laying next to the lake, where one can find a faint scent of wolf and elf, is a leather apron, all abandoned.

[ooc: one of Gil's rats is going to pick it up, so no touching! please?]

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Enter Warren pursued by Tracey. Because that is his line's name.

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[mnt_mike]

Mike comes in from the Lake area, having decided on food.

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[balletrat]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*Meg comes downstairs into the bar and walks, only slightly shakily, over to the bulletin board. Pulling another piece of paper and a pencil out of her tutu, she scrawls:*

There's been a thingamabobber in my head for the past two weeks so if you've talked to me in the past two weeks wasn't really me was the thingamabobber you were talking to that was doing a really good job of pretending at being me sorry for the inconvenience everyone

Meg Giry

*She eyes her handiwork, then heads over to the bar. Before she goes back to Paris, she needs coffee.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil was well aware that he looked a little odd - well, he looked odd normally, but today looked even odder.

With a bump the size of an egg on his forehead that made him look as though he was growing a new horn and a black eye that made him look like a panda, he was not a happy faun. However, that was no reason to mope so he popped out of the kitchen with a tray bearing a pot of tea plus necessaries and two plates - one bearing an extra thick bacon sandwich and the other a nice sardine and carried his burden over to Richard.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes in from spending the day by the lake, guitar in hand. The sight of David and Angelo talking gets furrowed brows in response, but he sits down beside the piano anyway and adjusts the guitar on his knee.

( goin' fast as I can )

And then he fades into his usual, one song drifting into another.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways post...

Elaine comes down to the bar, looking quite well and feeling hungry again. She is quite happy and sits at the table, ordering simple food again from a passing rat, and watching the people come and go.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Val's Letter]

In a coner of the bar is a pile of pine needles, string, and tiny bits of green branches. By the mess is a neat pile of three Christmas wreaths, and about fifteen feet of garland. In the door from the lake comes Valentine, in a coat and knitted stocking cap, covered in some snow, pulling a wagon brimming with more pine and yew branches. Following behind her is a shiny red line, which unfortunately has no name. Yet. Happily, she bounces over to her corner, singing. As she sits, the line fades out, leaving just a little sparkling trail, which fades slowly.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the bar is so delightful,
And since there's no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

She's not blushing. Much.

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[cantstophere.livejournal.com]

It should have been a flat-out high speed burn from Vegas to L.A. But the Shark couldn't take much more of the extreme heat, and I was forced to pull over at a roadside bar.

I walked in.

...Surely the acid must have worn off by now. Nevertheless, there it was. I was surrounded by them. Freaks of every shape, size, and color. There, in a table by the corner... did that weird fucker have wings? And that couldn’t be a giant reptile at a booth.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Proceed to the bar. Absolutely nothing wrong here. Nosiree, officer. Ho ho. Just a friendly stranger from out of town looking for a drink.

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[angryadolescent.livejournal.com]

Kronos walks in from his most recent walk out by the lake. He makes a beeline for one of the more shadowed tables by the far back wall, pausing only to stop a passing rat and make an order for whiskey, with a splash of coffee to make it warm. He tosses a roll of bills on the rat's tray in payment, not really paying attention to the denomination, and then settles down in his chair.

He looks around the room and notices a few new arrivals, most notably the man in the red hat and dark gray suit. He takes his drink in hand as the rat delivers it and watches with interest.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks downstairs, looking slightly happier than yesterday.

He heads to the bar and sits down.

[OOC: Mun is hopping in the shower to spruce herself up for her new job tomorrow. Feel free to come talk to David, if you want, but replies will be belated.]

we'll all float on

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Krum comes downstairs, with a slight bounce in his step. Though his face is impassive of emotion, there is an energy in his movements. He twirls his wand in his fingertips.

A man on a mission? Possibly.

He wanders towards one of the windows that show the world ending, and observes for a while, with the air of a man taking mental notes.

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[-thedarkone-.livejournal.com]

As the lights turned back on, Sidious shuddered and almost bared his teeth at what ever force had brought about the return of power. He appeared almost weakened in his gait, he trundled just that little bit slower now, as if dissapointed. Ah well.

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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post a slightly violent little run-in]

Still clutching the back of his head, Charlie staggers to the bar and climbs up on top. He shouts, using all his vocal power, "I need bar security!"

He waits a second. "Invisible loony guy on the loose! I need bar security!"

He looks a bit green. He is also wavering. May take a dive if we're not careful.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Upstairs, she writes a note. She folds it carefully and goes to slip it under Joe's door, before retrieving Mr. Q.

(Outfit 6)

Hair down and Mr. Q. on her shoulder, she glides downstairs, looking around.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

( Out of Milliways )

Svava enters in from the outside back door, letting in a draft of cold air. She glances around the bar, then heads over to get a cup of hot chocolate.

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[lir-kitty-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: At about the same time as this, which is NOT PRETTY AT ALL]

A small cat comes downstairs, and starts looking around for something to keep it busy while her mom is doing stuff she wants NO part of.

Somewhere, she managed to pick up a collar with a tag that says "Zot" on it.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

While many people are coming downstairs, Asar-Suti leaves the bar and goes upstairs to his room, deep in thought.

He almost steps on a waitrat as he slouches through the bar room towards the stairs.

[[OOC: Out of Milliways post]]

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe sits at the bar a while after Meg goes, still working in his notebook. When he's finished, he tears out a fresh sheet and recopies the letter without all the crossouts. Then he goes upstairs to his room and fetches the wildflowers he gathered the night before and puts them outside Mina's door with the letter, next to the bottle Val makes sure she gets every day.

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs and glides across the room toward her usual table. A server rat, seeing her enter, has anticipated her request and is waiting with a cup of tea. The Aes Sedai looks very pleased at this, and thanks the rat very sincerely.*

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

After leaving Charlie in the hands of security, she crosses the room to one of the non-smutty booth and plops down by herself, letting out a sigh. She hasn't had a good mope recently, and now seems like a good time.

In the process, she accidently sticks her thumb through the hole in the side of her shirt, notices and rolls her eyes at the damage to her clothing, which still also has different colors of blood on it (including red).

Letting out yet another sigh, she leans forward and puts her forehead on the tabletop, her hair cascading around her.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliway's Entry

Chiana continues down the stairs that she has seen a lot of lately. She's even dragged somebody up them last night. A grin flits across dark grey lips as she remembers that. Settling at the bar, she wonders breifly who's working tonight or if she should just ask a wait-rat for something to eat.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy heads back in, rubbing her eyes. She stops to read Meg's note, and then looks around hopefully, but no Meg is to be seen. She keeps looking anyway, for Meg or anyone else.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Mina glides out the door and toward the lake.

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[capt_angie]

*There is a pop and Angie is standing in the middle of the room. Her cheeks are flushed, her nose is red, and she's wet.

She sits in a booth, removes her coat, and orders a hot chocolate from a waitrat who just happens to be passing by. She is begining to wonder if they have pre-cognitive powers.

The rat returns a few minutes latter with the drink which the little bugger helpful dear has spiked with pepper up potion. From the first sip plumes of smoke start wafting from Angie's ears.*

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[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom has kept up with his duties reasonably well since Bar fell into her sleep, but has largely done them during slow periods, when no one was around to see. Realizing that he has been cutting himself off from contact with others without his Beloved there for him, he makes a conscious decision to begin his duties now*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

For the first time in a time, he wanders out from the rooms. There is quite a collection of stuff in his closet-like room now. If only he could figure out the rest of the cards. Ah, well. For tonight, they are in his room and he's content with that.

Wary green eyes glance toward Moiraine, and then he finds a seat as close to 'the opposite side of the bar' as he can.

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares, in his blood red silk shirt, black slacks, dress shoes, and black coat down to his knees, saunters into the bar. He once again looks around and heads over into a dark booth. He lights a cigarette and smokes.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg pushes open the door and steps back in the bar. She's wrapped in a cloak, and snow frosts her hair.

There are a few new bruises on her legs and arms, and she looks a little tired, but she's smiling - really smiling.

There is also a cat in her arms, because the bar really needs another one.*

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[iopenthings]

Door comes in and tacks a large sign to the bulletin board. It says "SECRET SANTA ASSIGNMENTS" across the top.

It is charmed so that each person who looks at it sees the name of the person they have been assigned.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in, violin and bow in one hand, an English textbook in the other. He seems rather distracted by something, as if his mind is somewhere else entirely. He looks...thoughtful.*

*He catches a serving-rat by the tail and orders a White Lion. Setting his violin down on a table and sitting, he opens the book to around halfway through and starts reading. Sometimes he pauses to sound out words under his breath, but over all he seems to read pretty well.*

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[cunning-anagram.livejournal.com]

A man enters the bar, bearing the kind of expression worn by people who are bewildered at their surroundings and yet are loathe to show it.

Physically, he is tall, and strikingly dressed in a long red coat, with a broad rimmed red hat, and dark grey suit. His skin is pale, as if exposure to the sunlight is something that happens to other people. His hair is coal black, and curls in loose tendrils from beneath his hat; his eyes are an unnervingly violent shade of red.

He casts his blood-glutted eyes slowly about the bar, and frowns. The scent of blood that runs rife through the air of the room as it does in any space filled with mortals is tempting, but he currently has more important things to think about than feeding. A few seconds ago he had been in London, now he is...here...wherever here is.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren strides purposefully down the stairs.

His room has been re-lamped. His clothes have been shoved in the closet. His hair has been mostly tamed into what can be accurately described as 'A Style'. He has been shaved and any blemishes have been cursed at sufficiently. His hair line has also been eyed and does not appear to be considering receding tonight. He's put thought into his outfit. This is not to say he is dressed sharply, but he does match. Tracey the line hangs out respectfully on the back of his shirt.

He's ready.

He just needs the girl.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland has been thinking. He comes downstairs and sits at a table, after obtaining coffee and popkins.

He opens his notebook and stares at what he has written within.

Then he fishes out his fountain pen and starts to write.

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

When Echo's finally had enough of dancing for tonight, Angelo gives her a final hug and a grin and goes to stash his guitar in his room. Coming back, he gets himself a drink and sits by the bar, watching the people.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks rushes into the bar from the staff quarters, and trips out the main door*

*several minutes later, Tonks walks back in the front door, followed by Crowley; both of them look rather pale*