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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs and settles at a table after filling his plate at the buffet; he looks a bit sheepishly at his tab before tucking in. Once finished the sign goes back up.

Tell me your stories

~ millitime implemented ~

[i_vanquish_evil]

[ooc: this thread is taking place during the time of this thread and picks up from here. It's only Rose and VH... thnx. *g*]

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

[Post This and This...and started Here really for the day.]

Darien is wandering around after beaning Charlie, visible and grinning, silver eyes showing.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael comes into the bar. He's clearly looking for someone, and when he doesn't see them he takes his usual seat, chewing his lip fretfully*

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Darien is tossed out the front door, and no sooner has it slammed shut behind him than Kestrel collapses on the floor, like a puppet with all the strings cut.

"Oh gods..."

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[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard wanders downstairs to look for food. He grabs some off the carts and sits at a table.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And he's flying and falling all at once again, and the black is gone and it's grey, and he can feel Tonks's hand in his, and suddenly he can remember just who she is to him, and his breathing hitches but of course it doesn't really because he's not himself but all of a sudden he is and OW everything hurts and damn his ass is numb and he opens his eyes stickily and grins*

Anybody got a light?

[ooc: Just for those involved please.]

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith comes into the bar from the woods, having just spent a productive few hours hunting down demon bunnies. She is tired and sweaty, and bleeding a little in a few places. In short, Faith's having a pretty good day.*

Bernard's Room

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post only for those involved]

Aziraphael leads the way into the room, barely looking at the still form on the bed before dropping into a chair, gnawing on his knuckle.

"I'm sorry, Tonks." He won't look at her, either, focusing carefully on a spot on the wall. "I don't know what to do."

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

After two massive, hours-long system freezes-and-crashes which were, in the mun's opinion, completely unnecessary, Peter is seated at a table, with his crystal case beside his right foot. There's no telling how long he's been there; in any case, he's not doing anything more interesting than reading a rather thick book and eating a late dinner of grilled liver. Even bar Healers have quiet nights once in a while, it seems.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard finishes his breakfast and steps behind the bar.

"Anyone need anything?"

Ein walks through the front door...

[2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com]

He's carrying a small package in his mouth, but as he steps inside, the door closing on a dingy metal corridor, he sniffs.

And sniffs again.  Setting the package down, he nudges it under the overhang of a booth to keep it safe from random feet.

Then, with tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth in a goofy and cheerful expression, he runs full tilt straight at [whichever Milliways-resident cat feels like engaging in a rousing and non-injurious game of Chase].

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs. The puzzlement and introspection of the day before is mostly gone.

As is the noticeable violet flicker. Obviously, Asar-Suti has pulled himself together again. Whatever that might imply, by Asar-Suti-ish standards.

He sees people reading Meg's note on the bulletin board and shakes his head. It might be that he doesn't quite get what a "thingamabobber" is supposed to be. It might be that he thinks it's a pity the interesting passenger he felt in Meg is gone. On the other hand, it might be that he suspects she might not like coffee any more now, and is glad she introduced him while she did?

He decides to reintroduce himself to her. See what she says about Ihlini now. If she doesn't remember, she might tell him something yet.

But at first, he drifts over to the fireplace and sits down. He sotps a waitrat with a little gesture and has his coffee within record time. He drinks, blowing on it, and looks at the people in the bar. No Lochiel, though. So, who does he want to talk to today?

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy comes in and gets a cup of tea. She sits at the bar and drinks it and smiles. La la la bunnies.*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Post-Milliways Entry]

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes downstairs (yes, she slept at Milliways again... but she did at least make a stop by home to change her bloodied clothin), and looks around. But she doesn't see who she's looking for, so she grabs a Diet Coke and sits down at the bar, with her' everything is fine' face on.

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[nowthatsanarchy.livejournal.com]

Rick enters the bar, absentmindedly reciting poetry to himself.

"Neil. Neil!
Why must you feel, Neil?
For cows and chicks and other things that make a good meal, Neil?
Because I'm getting awfully bloody sick of lentils, Neil.
You dirty hippie."

He strokes his chin thoughtfully and giggles to himself. Oh yes, that was a rather good one, wasn't it? About that time, he realizes he isn't in the drawing room, is he?

"Oh, bloody hell. Back in that strange bar again."

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kes comes downstairs, moving a little stiffly, a little slowly.

... it really hadn't been a good night.

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[alas_alas]

Echo woke up in her 'cave', stretching. Settling herself on top of the table, she begins to play with her newest item: a shell from the bottom of the lake.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

It had been quite a night one way and another.

Of course in the warm busyness of the kitchen, Gil and his team were cushioned from most of what went on in the bar itself but as people came and went through to the staff quarters Gil could see them and wonder what was going on.

Such a lot of activity around Bernard's room. Mr Azi and Miss Tonks had gone in then she had come out and gone through looking quite upset but had come back, looking even more upset but very determined with Mr Crowley. Miss Fleur had collected the tea tray and gone in as well and after a bit Gil had wandered across to Bernard's door. What he had felt - the intensity of the atmosphere - had frightened him even through the door. Something had happened. He didn't know what. So he just kept his teams working and waited, as a good cook should, to find out what people would want and when and - oh please good gods - who!

Putting the finishing touches to another tea tray for Bernard's room, he yawned. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in his nest, preferably with Ember's head tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around as much of her as possible, and sleep and sleep and sleep. But first he had jobs to do and something to try out.

He rubbed his eyes and got out his notebook and wrote a little message then went into the bar and pinned it to the board:

WANTED:
Beta-eaters. Please apply to the kitchen.
xx Gil

[ETA]PS or add your name to the note because I might be asleep xG

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In Bernard's Room]

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[controlsthedeck.livejournal.com]

*Fate breezes into the bar as breezily as a smug being like Fate can breeze. Which is to say that he blows through the door in the form of an unusually cold gust of wind before solidifying into a seated figure at the bar, not that he enters cheerily and casually. After all, that is much harder.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg comes downstairs, looking tired and rested at the same time. Oxymorons are fun!*

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred appears near the bulletin board. Walking over to it and pushing his sunglasses up, he reads Meg's message. And shakes his head slightly before walking away.

It's not that he doesn't believe her, it's that she still knows. And that is enough.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar opens and then closes, but no one seems to actually have entered. Until a voice is heard from near the door.

"I gotta be visible if I'm going to apologize to everyone, I guess."

And Darien Fawkes appears in a sprinkle of Quicksilver.

"What the hell am I going to tell Kes? She probably hates me...probably can't even see me right now. God...and Charlie? I don't even know half those people and...what I said. God, I suck."

If self-hatred was an Olympic Sport, Darien Fawkes would be clutching the gold in his fist...that is currently smacking him in the head.


ETA: Minor violence within...

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

He has had many deep and interesting talks with many deep and interesting people today.

Now, Asar-Suti is more or less suffering from input overload again, if he knew what that is. And from coffee overload, as Gil explained to him. Supplied with a nice large cup of hot chocolate from Gil, and with his book of dark depressive Baudelaire poems the Rider has given him, he goes upstairs to his room to read and brood and plot on getting his own back

[[OOC: Out Of Milliways post - seems he does them regularly. He broods. This mun now has a brooding dark & evil god riding shotgun in her brain...]]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Freshly napped and showered, Charlie comes out from the staff quarters in search of tea and company. And, he hopes, to locate his guitar which has been missing since the incident with Darien.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Post this)

Chiana comes in from the lakeside, carrying a blanket and a pillow as well as looking quite sheepish and slightly embarassed having fallen asleep without her own knowledge.

She drops off the blanket and pillow at a booth, which she assumed Regulus had left with her. Nice man that he is. She goes to the buffet and starts sifting through the unfamilar food and putting small amounts of just about everything on a plate. She was hungry and really didn't care as long as she got something to eat.

She sits back down and starts trying the foods, shifting some of the items around on the plate after she decides if she likes them or not.

 

 

P.S. After the conversation with Meg, Chiana goes back up the stairs to check on Crichton and finds him still unconscious. She curls up next to him and tries to nap.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise enters the bar, looking at a sheet of paper in his hand.

"...Gavroche?"

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith comes downstairs from her room and collapses onto a chair, guzzling soda. She's pretty tired, 'cause she's been staying up at night Slaying demon bunnies instead of sleeping. It'll probably catch up to her soon.*

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[youreweird.livejournal.com]

Gretchen wanders downstairs and gets a salad from the carts. She wonders if she should pick up glasses and things like Donnie does. Oh well. She'll ask around later.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

He wanders downstairs, contented smile on his face, new cat perched quite happily on his shoulder, steps easy and light. It's early, but he has a feeling that he's going to be put away tonight so he figures he'll have a little fun.

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[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus walks into the bar looking tired and rumpled. He tugs at his jumper, attempts to put his hair into some kind of order, then sighs and gives it up as a bad job. Making his way over to the bar, he has a quick look around to see if there's anyone he recognises then quietly orders a cup of tea.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby enters and heads to a table, after tapping a waitrat's shoulder and asking for coffee.

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[true_desire]

[ OOM: Desire's activities last night. ]


Desire enters Milliways from the front door, wandering idly around the other patrons to reach the bar.
The androgyne does not opt to sit at the usual booth, but chooses a stool and makes no move to order drinks.

The Endless don't need sleep.
It still looks a little like Desire lost some last night.





[ OOC: Yay! It's Break Desire!Mun day! :D ... How many more threads before my head explodes, do you think? ]

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[ookookook.livejournal.com]

Ook?

*looks momentarily confused. This is not L-space.*

Ook.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil dances into the bar and up to the notice board where he pins a large sheet of cardboard where he has written the following in big loopy letters:
Dear Customers and Staff of Milliways,

We are terribly terribly delighted to imform you that Bernard Mickey Wrangle - our esteemed head Barman - is now AWAKE, though not yet fit to receive scads and scads of visitors. However, tokens of affection may be passed on to him by Miss Tonks, or members of the kitchen staff.

I'm sure you would like to join us in wishing him a speedy recovery.

He has drawn a smilie faun underneath and this time he means it.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In order, after this, that, and the other]

"Shansu, Darien..." she doesn't even notice as the foreign word comes out of her mouth. "Come on, follow me..."

She sits up, takes his hand, and with her other hand reaches out to wipe the blood off his cheek again. "Come on, sweetheart."

She pulls him up, and leads him to a booth along the wall.

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[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

Looking hungry and lost, Ryoga Hibiki wanders into the bar area.

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

[ooc:Pre-milliways]

*Loki saunters in. He looks around and then goes and sits at a nearby table.*

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[maybeazatarc]

Martouf enters the bar... from the stairs. He's been in and out lately - mostly just watching people and writing in the notebook he's been carrying around. He finds an empty chair near the fireplace and takes a seat, notebook and pen in hand.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

A swarm of huge bats flies from here to attack Anthy, here.

Anyone not Anthy is avoided. (ETA)

((ooc: Play under Anthy's post))

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks downstairs, rubbing his eyes blearily. He's overslept by a lot of hours, and his head hurts.

He walks to the buffet cart, gets some food, and goes to make himself comfortable at a booth.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

The slow fading in of nightmare robes, of throne, of Dream. Like an illusion of smoke and mirrors, like the reflection of water, he was not there, and then; slowly, he is.

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::Jane enters the bar, with her backpack. She sees the notice on the board about Bernard being awake, and grins.
Putting off the drink-getting portion of the night briefly, she sits down at a table and gets her sketchbook out of her backpack, as well as a few pencils. She pulls a drawing out of a pocket in the front of her sketchbook, and turns it over, the better to reread her teacher's comments: Very interesting presentation; the monochromatic scheme adds to the relaxed feel of the place. But are you sure any self-respecting establishment would let rats run around freely?
Really, though, an A minus is pretty good reception for a place as out of the ordinary as Milliways. It works, so Jane's not going to argue::

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes in and goes to the buffet table to obtain some fruit before taking a seat at her usual table. Once again, a rat is waiting there with tea, having seen her enter. She smiles serenely and thanks it for its attentiveness, and makes a mental note to find out if the rats have names-- this one in particular.*

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[kabeleced]

Regulus does not quite bounce into the bar, his good mood somewhat offset by worry, but he comes close. He has an Idea, and this is Good.

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares walks into the bar, looking tired--which is his normal look lately--and sees Death*

Fuck.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Bigby and the twins enter through the lake door, Millie trotting along in wolf form and looking quite proud following her hunting lesson*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe descends the stairs, looking tired and drawn but smiling, with Mina (in outfit 8) on his arm. She's carrying a bottle.

They find a fairly secluded both and settle in.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil looks thoughtfully at the plates and Rat, cradled in the crook of his left arm does as well.

"Do you think that's enough?" he asks. "Enough for everyone to get a proper taste?"

Rat nods but Roland, sitting picking his teeth on the edge of the table, snorts and emits a deep squeak.

"That's easy for you to say," Gil replies. "It's not as though you did anything to help."( Read more... )

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru enters through the back door, brushing her sleeves and skirt down with her tiny hands as she enters.

She went on a casual walk of the premises today. She looks almost happy. She takes a seat alone at a table not too far from the din - not particularly with anything in mind. She wants simply to sit, for a moment, and rest.

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Everybody's (least) favorite Spanish Battle School commander walks down from his room. He's wearing his uniform again...those clothes Val loaned him just didn't feel right. He sits down, and waits...just thinking about what'd happened.

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche appears through the portrait, and immediately looks around to see if Meg's back yet. He's worried about her and she promised him food and wine.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes downstairs. He has his notebook. He also has two books. The one on top has a lurid orange cover; the other is under the first, and can't be seen.

He sits down at a table, orders coffee, and props up the orange book. He found it in his room. The words look simple enough.

Roland starts reading Green Eggs and Ham.

He is concentrating very hard.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Oh, ho, the mistletoe,
Hung where you can see,
Somebody waits for you,
Kiss 'em once for me.

Val bounces in from the lake, followed by a line, singing and taking off her coat, hanging it on a coat tree behind the bar, bouncing happily. She's -back-, dangit! In a corner of the bar is a pile of garland and Christmas wreaths, waiting to be strung around. She takes her tray from behind the bar, along with a cup of tea. Time to get back to work. -Finally-.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy comes down the stairs. Very very quietly. And starts toward the back of the bar.*

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[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn walks quietly into the bar carrying some papers. She sits down at a table and glances around for someone to order a drink from. She gets distracted from her quest for tea, as she looks down at the reports in her hand.

*sighs* More magic attacks. That's three this month according to the Skybolts reports. That's three too many. I need mages. Why can't I bring this up with Seleney?

She looks up again. Now what did I want to drink?

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

*Roger is humming as he enters the bar--a melancholy sort of hum.*

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[third-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Ender is in the bar.

He looks lonely, and tired, and worried.

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[not_that_spike]

Spike's definitely dragging.

Beth's not that much more awake.

Together, they wander in and sit together at the bar. Not talking much, just smoking, looking tired.

He finally disengages his jaw from where it was resting on his hand and turns to Beth. "Want a cup of coffee... or something?"

Bernard's Room

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks arrives at the bar from the House of Arch, and stops in the kitchen to pick up a tea tray; she also pauses by the notice board to collect the notes of good wishes left by the bar's patrons. She carries everything back to the staff quarters, and pauses by Bernard's room, knocking softly. When there is no answer, she pushes open the door slightly, to reveal the barman curled on his side, staring into space, his eyes a bit red around the edges*

Bernard? Can I...would you like some tea?

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs.

And sits at the bar.

He's not one for big entrances.

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[stilljustandrew]

[Pre-Milliways: Andrew's Notebook]

*Andrew is about halfway down the stairs when he hears Meg's voice crying out shrilly: "Mina, I said stop!"*

*He takes the last few steps at a dead run, stops in the doorway only long enough to spot the commotion, and heads for it.*

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia walks downstairs, she grabs a coke from the machine, then she goes out by the lake and sits on the ground looking up at the stars*

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[locks_it_up]

And there is Death.

She's leaning at the corner of the bar, watching with a small smile, as usual. It might even be a little smirky, come to think of it.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Enter Warren pursued by Tracey because that is his line's name version 2.0.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Before I forget... plot happening in the cells.]