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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

At some point, it is quite possible a note has attached itself to the bullentin board, fairly low down. In neat printing, it reads:


About the squid

The squid is with an invisible hairdresser. That's all I know.

-Bruce

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters. He's coming, as usual, from his bedroom, but he has clearly just come in from outdoors; his cheeks are slightly flushed from the cold, and snowflakes are melting in his hair.*

*He sees Moiraine with Tom and Charlie, and heads over.*

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[bloody-tired.livejournal.com]

Jenny is bored. She's sitting at one end of the bar, chain-smoking and nursing a bottle of vodka. Every so often a spark flies off the tip of one finger and discharges itself in the rafters.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

( Ron woke, and felt as if no time had passed since he had shut his eyes. )

Ron emerged from the door from the upstairs, breathless and pale, a look of urgency on his face. Mingled with it was, for the first time in a long time, a look of hope.

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[stilljustandrew]

[Post-this.]

*Andrew and Meg come downstairs hand in hand, looking ... tired.*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael makes his way to his usual table. No pomp, no circumstance. But the care with which he's walking suggests he may not be quite in his normal frame of mind. He orders a glass of wine from the bar and sits at his usual table*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*It's late. Anthy just woke up. She hurries in, and spots Meg in the emptying bar, but Joe's there too. Pause.*

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks downstairs with Anaesthesia and feeds her. He gives Bar a polish because it's been far too long since he's done that for her. He ties on his apron and steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs and looks around whether there's anybody he might like to talk to.

Perhaps somebody new? Perhaps there finally are other gods about? Perhaps Todd will turn up? Or he can be a tiger again, and prod some monkey?

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!

Crichton comes back into the bar. He looks... a bit distressed.

That's cuz he's seeing Scorpy again.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs with a new addition to his usual armful: a large glass jar with a card taped to the outside that reads TIPS. He sets it on top of the piano, hoping it doens't violate the "No business in the bar" rule, and debates adding to the card something like all proceeds go towards Christmas presents.

It reminds him, frankly, of playing guitar in a Tube station for spare change.

Nonetheless, after getting breakfast from Richard, he sits at the piano and begins to play Bach. Bach is also like tea: always a good idea.

[ooc: the mun is getting lunch. back in 30. or so.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti, rather depressed from Yrael's music, and having picked up a new vice beginning with 'c', walks out the back door to take a walk along the lakeside again, acquiring an overcoat the moment he opens the door and feels the cold.

Outside, he lights a cigarette and starts walking

[[OOC: Mun must get herself to work earlier today; will react to any lakeside encounters slowtimishly when there]]

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[ookookook.livejournal.com]

*The Librarian wakes up under a table and crawls out, shaking dust off his fur and staggering towards the bar, ordering coffee and bananas from a waitrat.* Ooook...

*He decides to wander around and try to find another human that can talk in Simian, or that he can at least make himself understood to.*

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[rita-report.livejournal.com]

Rita walks in, this time without a visible Quick-Quotes Quill or parchment. She looks slightly less furtive, though her hands are twitching if you look closely, and she looks a bit shabbier.

"Er." She peers at the door behind her. It took a while for her to meander her way through the Leaky to this door at the back of the pub, though no-one else seemed to see it...

"I wish I had my quill..."

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[maybeazatarc]

Martouf enters the bar from the stairs... he's deep in thought as he walks to the bar and takes a seat; he's writing in the notebook. He looks up for a moment, preparing to order from the man behind the bar, but spots a package and parchment for him nearby. He slides it toward him and opens it carefully... Ah...

He neatly folds the parchment and writes:

Tye,
I thank you for your generosity.

Martouf


He then proceeds to find breakfast.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy runs in the front door with a black bag. Her arms are wrapped around it like she was trying to keep it from someone. Once inside, she slows down and relaxes her arms, plopping the bag on a table and grabbing a Diet Coke from the machine before sitting down at same table.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia flitts down to the bar, Anna Karenina in hand. Today is a jeans-and-halter top day, but her chestnut hair has been pulled back into a sensible plait for some reason.]

[glancing around the bar very quickly, she shrugs and goes over to the arm-chair by the fire. She likes armchairs, Delia does.]

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel is in a booth.

For the moment.

She's been up drinking all night, sneaking out back by the lake for a while to watch the sun come up.

And now she's back inside.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wanders down from his...well, a room looking very pleased with the world. Over his shoulder is the sack from last night. The last of the cookie-packets still have to be given out...and he'll figure out what to do with the extras later.

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[agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com]

Agent Qualls wanders downstairs, stopping by the bar for some coffee, then heading over to see what Nick is up to.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in to the main bar from the Staff quarters. His hands are wrapped, and he looks absolutely drained. And if you catch him walking from the door to a table, you might notice that he's walking a little more gingerly than normal....well, that is if you ever paid any attention to how he walked before.

He sets out a small sewing kit, and begins to fix the tears in the knees and calf portions of a pair of his black army pants.
All this while keeping an eye out for any Magic Users. Wandwaver or not.*


[ooc edit: Mun is heading home from work. Apoloigies to those that this leaves hanging. Will return sometime after 10 EST. Feel free to escape if the need arises Mun is home, and futzing around the house. Replies will be sporadic, but they will come.]

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[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*The front door opens. Enter a man with a banjo. This isn't exactly where he was planning on going, but might as well make the most of the situation. The man and the banjo head toward the bar.*

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise comes downstairs carrying a few items. If anyone looked closely enough, you would see that he's carrying an old-old book, and a box that says 'chocolate frogs' on it. Plus a few textbooks. He sits down in a booth after getting some tea from a random rat, and flips through his book, wand in hand.

[ooc: *ahem* Read at your own risk. Blaise and Ophelia are, well, it's Ophelia. That should tell you *grins*]

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

The second-oldest OS girl makes her way in, demurely clutching the blue bundle concealing a katana. With a polite smile, she makes her way to the bar, bowing to Bartleby.

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[locks_it_up]

She's there.

Not at the normal barstool, mind you, but rather in a darkened booth, nursing a drink that's stronger than her usual.

She knows that she's being stupid, but she can't help it.

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander pads down the steps into the bar, happily munching on cookies someone left on his bed.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, all in white as per usual, wanders into the bar from the back corridor. He carries an English textbook, some parchment, and an old-fasioned pen with him. He goes over to the bar to get a drink before settling at a table to read, occasionally copying something from the book down onto the parchment.*

[looking for Peter or that green-haired man]

[warudosahakingu.livejournal.com]

Haruka opens the front door a crack - and the relief is obvious when the 'right place' appears on the other side of the door.

The blond, once again in sharp-looking tailored trousers and blazer, carries a large soft bundle - flat and rectangular, and tied criss-cross - a bento box, and some books. Once again, Haruka starts interrogating people politely, but at least there's a better chance of success:

"Excuse me - have you seen Hotaru (a small girl dressed in black), the man called Peter who heals people, or a tall green-haired man?"

Noticing that the bar is currently attended, Haruka questions people while making progress in that direction. There's business to deal with there, too.

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[mister-vimes.livejournal.com]

He had stopped to have a smoke out of the wind, and there had been the door there.

He had remembered the door from last time--he had tried for a ong time to find the door to that shady bar he had visited the once, but every time he thought he found it, it turned out to be a door to a secret society's headquarters or one of those brothels with the people in funny black masks and whips and chains.

Vimes hoped that someday he would ruthlessly strike the images he had seen dead, and cursed the fact that he couldn't use alcohol to do it. He didn't know dwarves had such a penchant for shiny, black leather...

Again, he wondered what sort of place this was, like maybe one of thsoe odd shops that disappeared when you tried to find it again. He settled down at the bar.

"A...milk. Please," he said, and he looked around the room. "You seem to have a rat problem," he said to the bar, in general, stomping very hard on the floor.

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[leplusbeau]

*And enter the tart. Her hair is still braided, but now she is is a loose pair of jeans and plain black shirt. She has the sleeves pulled up over her knuckles as she sits in a corner of the bar, staring into her empty glass. Her world is still off kilter, and she has no idea how to fix it. She spies the notice from Dr. Evil and plays with the idea of becoming evil...*

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Fading from the ground up, enter Dream. He's got a brow quirked, just a bit, as he looks around.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 7)

She glides downstairs, looking much less ... insane ... than she had the past two days. Perhaps she's looking forward to something.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is still humming the tune she was humming yesterday. It was popular in its day.

She hasn't been reading her book yet, so she is still happy. She has been able to take a proper shower and fix her hair in its braid, so her hair is pleasing her as well.

The well-pleased lily maid goes to the bar and sits, watching the patrons come and go.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar.

Has, in fact, been there a while. But we won't mention that.

She's sipping her coffee and looks relatively pleased with the world.*

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares enters the bar and looks around hopefully for his son. He doesn't seem him. He goes and sits at the bar. Orders a drink from one of the rats. And drinks.*

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[thecoolone]

Bill walks downstairs, gets tea and toast at the bar and goes to sit in a booth to read. This time it's a magazine on Quidditch, complete with players on nifty brooms flying across the cover.

[ooc - Bill-mun's wrist is still ouchie so replies are still going to be slow. Sowwy! >_<]

[ooc - slow-timed thread]

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere walks in [OOC: In a completely different timeline than the smut...], looking festive in glittering red, and settles at the piano bench*

I was just seventeen
When you rode into town
Just a girl full of fantasies and longing
I saw you
I knew I had to be with you

Then you looked in my eyes
And you asked me my name
And I trembled before you like a baby
Then gently I kissed you
Who could resist you?
You took my heart and soul

And before I had a chance to take control
We retired to your palace on the Pole
Where we only had ourselves
And the reindeer and the elves
And a lot of things we never said
About the life I could have led
If I had had the sense to stay away

But here we are Nick
And so Nick
I know it's time for you to go Nick
I know by now I'll never claim you for my own
I've been resigned to spend my Christmases alone
And so au revoir Nick
It's grand Nick
I don't pretend to understand Nick
I saw you look at Blitzen long and lovingly
The way you used to look at me

I have sat twenty years
In this drafty retreat
As the latest in the line of Mrs. Clauses
I've sat here
And wondered what you want from me
But you sit by yourself
On the couch in the den
And you watch "Miracle on 34th Street"
You get sad and dreamy
Can't even see me
Won't even say, "Hello!"

Now you tell me that it's time for you to go
Ha!
Sling your sack upon your back and "Ho, ho, ho!"
Ha!
And what matters most of all
Is to sit inside some mall
And you never think of me
While I am pining by the tree
But never mind
I will survive
While you are gone

I set you free, Nick
Goodbye, Nick
Go ride your reindeer through the sky, Nick
I don't suppose you'll ever want me by your side
I know you now
You want a plaything, not a bride
So on your way, Nick
Shalom, Nick
Don't feel the need to hurry home, Nick
Should I want comfort in the cold and bitter storm
I've got the elves to keep me warm

Oh, oh, Nick, I didn't mean it. I'm just going crazy all cooped up in here! Oh, Nick, I mean, come on, I'm not even German.
Please take me with you. Please! I'm your wife damn it. Isn't there one once of human decency buried beneath all those layers
of fat? You disgust me! Oh yes, It's so easy to judge, isn't it? Deciding who's naughty and who's nice? Well, who died and
left you God, Mr. Claus? Hmph.

But never mind, Nick
Okay, Nick
I hate to keep you from your sleigh, Nick
When you return I will be many miles away
I'll have my lawyer call your lawyer
New Years Day!

That's all from me, Nick
Gain way, Nick
I'll miss you less than I can say, Nick
Have fun with all the little boys along the route
I'll get the mansion and the factory to boot
I will not wait until the snow beneath me thaws
I will escape
Your Santa claws!!

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

It was an interesting day. Asar-Suti has tasted Fried Paradoxes for the first time, has learned the name of the nice kitchen creature who makes them, discovered the joy of Baroque music, and taught basic magic to yet another person.

Asar-Suti makes his way upstairs to think about it all. Not to sleep, because Dark Gods of his sort don't sleep. Oh, no. Evil never sleeps. Or does it?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

A conversation between Ron and Ginny that hasn't happened yet...But has?

No sleep. No sleep at all, or at least that's what it felt like. Ron stumbled down the stairs from the twins' room, rubbing his eyes and looking off-colour. He was shaking slightly, most likely from exhaustion, or maybe something else--he felt feverish adn achey, and...and hungry in an odd sort of way. Not for food though, for somethng else. It hurt that he didn't have it. And what It was lay beyond the wall, set in that door that let him get to milliways. It was like he was addicted or something.

He wandered around the room sort of aimlessly for a bit. He was not going back. Not as long as he can keep his legs from taking him to the wall, even if that meant forcing himself to walks around in circles until he got sick all over the floor.

He scratched at his arm, which was bubbling and blistering again, as if he had been stung. It was like something was under the skin, keeping it from staying healed. It was like that because that was what was happening.

On the up side, the twins were feeling better. Before he left the room they had started a pillow fight and nearly suffocated one another and tried to lock him in a closet. That was certainly a promising sign.

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[alas_alas]

Echo is bouncing in place. A lot. There is a grin on her face. A huge one.

If Jeremy the Little Rat has learned anything tonight, it's this:

caffinated mints + nymph = bar, beware.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana sits at the bar, with a cup of coffee at hand to ward off the hangover from last night. She's going to need to talk to Andrew about something when he shows up, as she had an interesting conversation with Bartleby earlier.

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[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

*Christian comes walking into the bar hoping to get a bit drunk tonight. He finds a place at the bar and sits down. He orders a scotch and sips on it quietly.*

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Frankie is downstairs.

He has been for a while, actually.

He has a drink that may or may not be a French wine.

If it is, there's no telling where he got it from.

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[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestarrunner strolls into the bar looking stupid as usual.*

Doom duh doo duh doom duh doooooooooo. HEY! Whewe'd Bubs go? Oh well. Hey baw....can I get a dwink?

*Nothing happens and he just stands and stares at the bar blankly as if he is waiting for a response.*

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Corwin enters.

Despite his discussion with Delia on the subject, he has not, in fact, shaved. Quite the opposite, if the truth be told; his beard is even more full and manly than before.

This has nothing to do with the fact that Steph had hated beards on him.

Nope, that would be petty.

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[mogget_cat]

*A waiter-rat lets out a terrified squeak as Yrael pounces straight off the bar and onto the floor, pinning the rat beneath his paws.*

*Yrael simply orders a White Lion and lets the rat go, skittering across the floor towards the kitchen. Unconcerned, Yrael leaps back up onto the bar and curls up comfortably.*

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[beautifulharper.livejournal.com]

Tye walks into the bar, carrying a package of the clothing he said he'd bring for Martouf. He glances around the bar but doesn't see the Tok'ra; shrugging, he goes over to the bar proper and sets the package down, taking out a piece of parchment and writing Martouf's name on it in a flowing, elegant script.

Exuent one Ihlini harper, as mun is exhausted.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val bounces into the bar, normal. Perfectly normal for once. Well, other than the huge conspiratorial smile on her face. She's up to something. Perhaps it's just the bounciness of the season, perhaps there's more to it than that. She puts her coat on a coat tree that seems to have appeared by the bar, and shakes the snow out of her hair. Picking up her tray and a mug of tea from behind the bar, she plops down on a stool and sings to herself.

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day
you gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways from this morning-ish]

Joe is sitting at a table near the back, gazing spitefully out the back window where snow is steadily falling over the lake area. There's a notebook open in front of him, but he isn't looking at it. There's a beer open in front of him and he is drinking it, slowly.

Bartending

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Without the cat this time, Bartleby wanders in.

"Anyone want anything?"

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Armand walks downstairs, having overslept and heads straight for the bar, grabbing Richard's hand, and dragging him onto the squashy couches at the fireplace and sits on his lap.

"Your shift's over now," he says with a grin.

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[lithargean.livejournal.com]

Petrefax wanders down from the guest rooms and over to the bar.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes in and orders a White Russian. Which she drinks. Cause her mun is drinking White Russian and its rude not to share.


[ooc: AND going to bed. Wish me luck for my interview tomorrow morning!]

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes downstairs. He doesn't have any books with him tonight.

He does, however, have a few pieces of paper, and his pen.

He settles in at the bar, requests whiskey, and generally tends to look like he's thinking about something.

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[not_that_spike]

( out of milliways monday night / tuesday morning )

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wanders in, looking healthy and alert as ever. (Granted, this is not very healthy and alert.)*

[OOC: Mun no longer fears having to leave suddenly. But she does have a stuffed turtle on her head. Go her!]