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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru stirs. She's sitting, propped up, on the far corner seat of a booth. A blazer of a tawny color has been draped over her.

She opens her eyes, slowly, and stares out to the bar beyond. She seems to awaken like this - covered with a jacket, alone in a booth - more often than not.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: OOM Post. Alanna dreams; the eight year old twins wreak havoc. Also, PIE.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy steps into the bar, blinking sleepily, and looks around.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In Bernard's Room]

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Two out-of-Milliways posts:

Lochiel and Tye, and

Lochiel and Meg.

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[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Owl Post: Albus Dumbledore]

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[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus enters the bar, looking considerably healthier than the occasion of his last visit. Tucked under one arm he has a collection of elderly books, and he dumps them onto the table with a sigh of relief that quickly turns into a coughing fit as they fountain dust.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

In a continuity where he's not sitting talking to Charlie, David is sitting in a booth on his own, his eyes closed, his feet on the bench opposite him.

He's not sleeping, but he's close.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs, looking high-spirited and refreshed, and looks areound the bar. Who do I want to talk to today, then?

He gets himself a large cup of coffee from the waitrats, suspecting that always conjuring his own would be frowned upon, and starts looking around for people he knows, and people he perhaps doesn't, and any cats known and unknown.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel is in a booth.

It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.

At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.

They're baaaaaack

[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Aubrey and Pee-Jee discuss war trophies, teeth, and blood. Also, give in to the Orgasmic Side of the Force.

Aubrey is back. She has vague, drunken memories of being here before, and while she's fairly certain there was alcohol, she cannot risk it.

Thus, she brings scotch with her.

The perfect plan.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard wriggled away from Armand's embrace and sat up to look at the clock.

"FUCK!"

He tossed on the first set of clothes he found and ran downstairs to his shift.

*pant*

"What'll it be?"

*pant*

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wandered downstairs with an odd smile on his face, looked around the bar and headed into the kitchens to see his "in" man about a little business...

[OOC: this is setup for something later. I'm going to be at class. Please don't post. Love ya!]

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Pre-milliways: waking up.

Crichton bursts into Milliways by way of the stairs in a visible panic. He scans the room quickly, looking for Meg.

Long Absense

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen has been Sick. She has no idea what with, but she has been up in her room for a while now. And has finally decided to come down. Tacked to her door is her Secret Santa Assignment. She reads it, smiles, and heads downstairs, seeing Richard at the Bar. Food....

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is composing at the piano again.

He has ink on his nose. He is not aware of this.

[ooc: mun has gone to lunch. back in 30. and it is now going-home time. back as soon as I can.]

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[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian wanders in from behind an errant table. He has been here for two days and has not left yet, but he trusts that all is well in his Library at home. After all, it is locked. And those who learn the way of the banana can suffer if they wish.*

Oook.

*His coffee is congealed. He gets another cup from the wait-rats and thanks it graciously in Simian.* Ook.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

[What He's Been Up To]

Nick wanders out of the kitchen with a large bag hung over his shoulder and a wide grin on his face. He flies up, just high enough to be in just about everyone's view, and beams down before speaking, his voice joyous and meant to carry:

"I am but a humble vampire, no saint, though I'm named Nick
And I've seen some quite bad times and they always seem to stick.
I may not be old Santa; I can't pull off that whole deal...
But for this night enjoy a gift, and on me, a free meal.

"Happy Saint Nicholas' Day, everyone! Please...feel free to put any drinks or food for the night on my tab, as a gift and a celebration. There is not a face within these walls that would hurt for another smile...and it is my hope, tonight, to provide at least a few."

And then he's on the ground again and off to deliver the fruits of his morning's labor...

I'll be feeling the embarrassment from that for a few days, but I think we could all use a laugh and if it's at my expense? So it goes...

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti creeps out of the bar, going the long way around the back as to totally avoid the booth where Lochiel and Meg are talking. He hopes he doesn't even notice the rather pensive Dark God creeping off. He's promised to stay out of his way.

Many interesting people were talked with tonight. And Meg has positively dissolved him with her words.

Foregoing breakfast, and the pleasant company of the breakfast staff, Asar-Suti goes upstairs to his room to think.

[[OOC: Out Of Milliways post, of where he arrived with his thinking.]

The sane one! Also the more violent one.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

It's remarkable the things you find in the maintenence closet at St James' Pub. For instance, instead of a mop, PeeJee has just found a bar, complete with a friend of hers and a friend of Davan's.

The bar looks strangely familiar... she associates it with Choo-choo Bear and someone named Timmy Potter. It'll all come back to her, but in the meantime, she's got to go yell at Aubrey for getting her drunken halllucinations all over the maintenence closet.

Or get a beer.

Whatever.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny walks downstairs and sits at the bar*

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a blanket lying, neatly folded up and forgotten, on the table of an empty booth.

It is a special blanket, soft and dense and light while warm. Think cashmere. Think angora. Think alpaca or vicuna wool. It's made from some equivalent of that, from a High Fantasy type of world.

Each colour of that special, soft wool is a shade of violet or purple, from the deepest eggplant-colour to the most powdery lilac. Also, it is woven in a pattern reminiscent of flames.

[[OOC: From here! Free for any finder! No definite plot points for that ahead, like Gil's apron; anyone can pick it up.]]

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[bob_the_skull]

Smoke, *poof*, a rattle and - it's Bob. Atop the piano - familiar spot, really - the orange eyelights flicker to life and he takes a peek around to see who's there - besides Charlie at the piano.











[ooc: mun is out until about 1900 EST or so - this means that any convos with Bob, Martouf and Connor are slowtime-y until then. *g*]

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*With a light skip to his step, Dionysus walks in through the back door, looking around. A small smile creeps onto his face.*

It's been a while.

*He makes his way to the bar, and finding a bartender there, sits down and places an order.

It's kinda funny being on the other side.*

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[alas_alas]

Today Echo is just wandering around the bar, showing up here and there.

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[cunning-anagram.livejournal.com]

A shifting of the air, a lengthening of the shadows, and Alucard is in the bar, forgoing the front door this time. His hat is missing, and his hair is longer, and he looks more confident as he briefly surveys the room. Then, his expression unreadable, he slinks to an empty booth in a dim corner and sits, his eyes glinting eerily in the shadowy space.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Enter Warren pursued by Tracey because that is his line's name version 3.0. I could make this AOL joke forever.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in.*

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders in the front door, taking a quick glance around. Nobody that she usually talks to around that isn't already in conversation. She grabs a Diet Coke from the soda machine and sits down at an empty table.

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[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::There comes a point in every college student's existence where they just have to get away from the studying for a while. It's definitely too cold to be running now, so Jane just walks in - and almost immediately sees Aubrey and PeeJee.
Well, that's interesting...::

(OOC: Going to go get dinner, and then shall be attempting to get some actual work done. Response will prolly be slow, but don't hesitate to poke.)

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is in a fantastic mood, and is singing.

Orientis Partibus
Adventavit asinus
Pulcher et fortissimus
Sarcinis aptissimus,
Hez, Sir Asne, hez...

Yes, we're going all the way back to that Top 40 hit from the year 1136, folks, do you remember where you were when that was a hit?

Elaine sits down at the bar and watches the patrons come and go.

Earlier Today...

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

[By the power of Millitime, I decree that this happened this morning, after Peter got Brennan of Homana put to bed to recuperate from shock.]

Peter comes downstairs, sighs, and orders a cup of coffee to wake himself up. As he drinks it, scanning the bar for any other injured parties who may have collapsed in the bar. As he looks around, he spots this note. He takes it down, reads it, reads it again, then hastens back upstairs.

( The health of the Weasleys )

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Enter Frankie, not in fact surrounded by statues.

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[not_that_spike]

He's in fresh from a workout by the lake. It's cold out there now, no time for swimming, really, and he realizes that if he goes and sits by the fire right now his cheeks will redden and couple that with the hair and he's going to look like a goddamn Christmas tree. So instead he hangs back by the bar. Val looks about as pissed off as she did the night before and he will talk with her, but first he needs to catch his breath, just take it easy for a bit. He's not feeling so very charming at the moment.

But he is feeling accomplished. A good workout always makes him feel that way.

It's oxymoronic to light a smoke after working out, but it's habit. When you don't expect to live past 25, you don't give a shit what you do to your body.

He's got the scars from bullet wounds to prove that statement, should anyone care to ask.

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[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix comes downstairs, searching the bar. He can't understand what on earth possessed him to do this silly Santa thing. He doesn't know anyone!

He looks at the scarp of paper he'd found that morning, re-reading the name for the hundredth time. And he still had no idea who he was supposed to be getting things for.

Unbeknownst to him, a small black cat is quietly stalking his shadow, pouncing on his head whenever he pauses long enough in his search for whoever this person is for her to catch up to him. She is endlessly amused. He is clueless.

Poor General.

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[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

*Grima walks into the bar: a draft of cold air follows after him. His skin is pale and looks like ice to the touch.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Hitching his huge recipe book into his arms, Gil trotted out of the kitchen and across the bar to the fireplace. Nick was using the kitchen for the moment for some kind of special project and Gil didn't want to get underfoot.

He settled close to the fire, curling around the book and flipping open his notebook. He wanted to pick some really spectacular recipes for when Bernard was truly fit again and Gil wasn't having to spend so much time cooking basics. Quietly he turned the pages, listening with pleasure to Charlie's playing and the soft sound of Richard's voice from the bar. Should he cook something French, he wondered? Meg might like that. On the other hand it was supposed to be in honour of Bernard so he ought to find out what Bernard would like.

He glanced over his shoulder as the door to the bar opened and closed - and realised he had done it everytime. He closed the recipe book and rested his chin on his fist. There was no point in looking at the door. The person he wanted wouldn't be coming through it.

Be sensible, he told himself. It was lovely but it's over. Everything can go back to how it was before - you cook and try to be nice to people and they'll smile at you. You used to like that.

He sighed and opened the recipe book again. It would be easy if he tried, he was sure.

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[just-plum-crazy.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways]

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 2)

She glides down from the stairs, Mr. Q. on her shoulder.

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post/Pre-Millis]

*Ares enters the bar, his head still a bit sore, and sees Raph. A rage boils up inside him. He pictures his fist easily ripping all the way through Raph's chest. The thought quickly leaves as Ares lays on someone he hasn't seem in some time. He goes over.*

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[alas_alas]

Echo is sitting on her booth, actually sitting still. Her eyes watch people as they walk by.

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs quietly, carrying her journal and a sealed letter. She settles at her usual table and accepts a cup of tea from the server rat, then opens the book and begins to make notes, occasionally glancing around the room.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks in the bar, goes behind the counter and rescues a mug of tea. For some odd reason, the mug has a huge heart and smiley face on it. She grimaces at it, and sticks her tongue out at the mug. It would seem that the girl is in a rather poor mood for some odd reason. She takes her tray and sits on a bar stool sullenly. For some reason, it looks like it's going to be a long night.

OOC: Milliways

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

OOC: Milliways--Plot-Important Letter to Tom Involving the Weasleys, Especially Ron

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

They have nine thousand different types of tea in Milliways. Teas from planets Lord Peter has not even heard of. Tea which does not actually look like tea. Tea which moves when you add hot water. It would be amusing and interesting if Lord Peter were at all inclined to be amused.

He watches the bar with keen eyes, looking for two people -- the only two people he knows at Milliways, not counting Ingress, and he hopes Ingress is not at the bar this late at night. He's looking for Regulus, because that would at least be company, and he's looking for Remus, because he wants to see Remus again.

It's that simple.

Waitrat....

Could I try variety number twelve?

It may be a long wait, but Peter has never had trouble keeping himself busy.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes in from the lake - dry this time - flushed and looking pleased with himself. He takes a seat at a table and waits for Oy to come down to join him.

[OOC: Sorry to anyone who Jake was slowtiming with last night. The 'puter suffered a meltdown earlier today xD]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There's a thump and a curse, and a pale, determined Bernard makes his way out of the staff quarters, walking stick in hand.

He takes a deep breath, happy that so far he has been unobserved, and looks around the bar.

He spots Aziraphael, and grins, then thumps his way over.*

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel comes downstairs and quietly asks one of the waitrats for hot chocolate before heading over to a booth and sitting down, looking thoughtful.

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[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

Dr. Christian Troy walks into the bar, finds and empty stool, and sits down. He looks around to see who is in tonight, but not before ordering a scotch.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Meg dances into the bar from the lake, a bit of snow in her, now oddly black hair.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He appears here.

How big, the question is asked, are the Endless?

In this case, of sufficient size to lift one ex-turtle by the shirt using exactly one snow-pale hand and to walk him out the door to the lake with every indication of ease, and virtually no facial expression.

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[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down the stairs from her room. The Lazy Linelet is trailing behind her. She has yet to notice it, but she's had the peculiar feeling that she is being followed all day...

As she walks through the bar she keeps looking over her shoulder, but the line is so lazy it's always too far behind her and too low to the ground for her to see. When she sits down, it takes a good few minutes for the line to catch up and when it does, it sinks to the floor and stretches before curling up in a ball, presumably indulging in the Line equivelant of sleeping.*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks into the bar. You think he'd have seen it. He goes to the buffet table, fills up a plate, and sits down at a table with a notebook and a pen and is lost deep in concentration, writing.

If anyone should approach him, they'd probably need to poke him to get his attention.

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[thecoolone]

Abusing Millitime again, Bill walks downstairs, feeling much better than he has felt ever since he was stupid enough to spend the night by the lake. He feels practically fully cured from his cold.

He removes the little piece of paper he's had with him for a while and reads the name there. He has no idea who this person is, but at least he's almost sure they're someone from his world. The name sort of rings a bell. He looks around the bar, seeing lots of unknown faces but having no clue as to how to start figuring out who his secret santa is. So he decides to go sit in a booth, not in full sight of everyone but not really hidden either. He's people-watching.

[ooc - Bill-mun has sprained her right wrist, therefore replies will probably be a bit slow since she can't type fast. *is amused by use of 3rd person when talking about self* *is also very easily amused in general*]

[ooc - Bill-mun is going to bed. This thread has been slow-timed as of now so, unless you're already in it, please, don't add comments. Thank you :D]

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[doc_evil]

*Dr. Evil struts into the bar carrying Mr. Bigglesworth and a large sheet of paper. After quickly scanning the message board with a haughty expression, he smirks, glances over both shoulders and pins his paper directly over another notice. Finished, he hastily jumps back, places both hands on his hips and thrusts his chin out. Belatedly remembering Mr. Bigglesworth, Dr. Evil makes a futile effort to grab the cat before he hits the ground with a thud and an infuriated yowl. Mr. Bigglesworth twitches his tail and huffs off. Dr. Evil shuffles after the furious feline with his arms stiffly extended in front of him.*

Did you bump your head? Would you like me to get you a kitty heating pad? Perhaps some analgesic ointment? We could always meditate. Frau meditates when she has headaches. I wish she wouldn't. Really, she deserves them. She causes so many of mine. Yeah. Wait, come back. Daddy's sorry. Ok, not really. It's not like I was never dropped on my head. Do you need a hug? Give me a hug. Are you still angry about the Lion King costume I made you wear for Halloween? Daddy apologized. Oh, grow a backbone you temperamental twit. Can I have a hug now? Hakuna Matata? Ok, no. No hug? Ok.

( The notice )

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[cantstophere.livejournal.com]

I ducked into the men's room in a dingy truck stop, bad vibes all around me.

And then the vibes just got worse.

This was no men's room. This was that bar from the other night, when the Shark had broken down. I had written it off as an elaborate hallucination brought on by the last of the mescaline, but evidently I was mistaken.

This was no place to be caught with my pants down. These savage freaks would eat me alive if given half the chance.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, already in the bar, refrains from wandering into the bar. He is leaning back in his chair at a table near the bar, tuning his violin carefully. He seems...thoughtful.*

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana comes downstairs after quite a restful sleep, considering she had the whole bed to herself rather than having part of it being used by unconscious astronut.

She stretches slowly before sitting down at the bar, drumming her fingers on the counter. There seemed to be more people here now than there is when she comes down later. Maybe she should be staying down here more often, as she notices the odder people, by which she means the humans in odd dress. Though considering she's grey in color and wearing worn leather and scraps of fabric stitched by her own hands, she is probably calling the kettle black.

Bartending

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Enter Bartleby, pursued by a small black cat. Well. Not really pursued by. He's carrying her by the scruff of her neck and muttering things which contain the words "pants" "nicest" and "shreds".

He goes behind the bar, ties Cow by a very short piece of string, out of snapping range of his feet, and glares at her for a few more seconds.

"Anyone want anything?"

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[marquis-de-c.livejournal.com]

The Marquis saunters into the bar. All his attention seems to be fixed on the coin he's weaving over the backs of his fingers, but he somehow manages not to walk into any people or furniture. He hops up onto the bar and lounges elegantly, facing the room.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe is at the bar. He has a double whiskey. It is his friend. His very good friend.

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[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

Eros, looking emo-boy this evening, wanders in. He notices the Secret Santa list on the board as he passes by, and stops to check it. Then he laughs a little, pleasantly.

Then he heads for the bar. The Fates have decreed that tonight, there will be wine.

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[theravenboy]

[ETA: Out of Milliways, two weeks ago]

*Bran opens the door, eyes shielded with sunglasses. To an outside observer, he looks defiant, rather than nervous. He walks, in slow, measured steps, to the circle of carolers.*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the lake area. He's absentmindedly practicing with a sai.*

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[ember_eleven]

Out of Milliways

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*And the landlord said
" Let There Be Tim "
And there was a multitude of Tim
Tim as far as the eye could see
But it Turned out to be a Glitch
And soon there was but one Tim.
And it was the real Tim, or at least as real as Milliways gets. He pauses a moment to shake his head, trying to clear away after images of himself as he leans against the doorjam to the lake.A sheet of water cascades from his hair door his body, vanishing into steam before it touches the floor. Clearly all has not been dealt with quite yet. He places one foot carefully in front of the other as he enters the bar, doing his best to keep control of whatever is affecting him. He snags a passing wait rat neatly with his mind.*

Scuse me. Al, right? I need a drink. I am not sure what kind. It is yey tall, mainly blue with a core of red, and smells like the color purple. Thank you.

*And he sets the rat down to do its work.*