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[stilljustandrew]

[Pre-Milliways: Andrew's notebook]

*Andrew comes downstairs whistling, for the first time in weeks. This time it's a tune that may or may not be the theme to Gilligan's Island.*

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs and pauses long enough to get a cup of coffee before heading out to the lake. The night isn't as cold as the past few have been and he wants to take advantage of the nice weather.

Once outside he takes a seat by the lake, up against a tree, and stares up at the sky.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Looking around for a friendly face, Isabel takes a seat at a table, ordering a Cherry Cola with Lime. She waits for a friend to appear.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks over to the bullitin board sometime, and posts a piece of notebook paper, written on in green ink.

Needed:

An unbound personage from Earth, preferably the 1900s or later, who can get something and bring it back to the bar. Compensation is included, for the requested objects, and your time. Please contact Valentine Wiggin. I'm the server with a long braid and an apron.

~Val

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard feeds Anaesthesia and steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?"






{ooc: replies will be slow while I finish my very late millichannel summary.}

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti wanders downstairs from his room into the bar.

He gets himself some coffee and sits down near the fireplace with his volume of Baudelaire, but quite ready to get up and talk to people he knows when he sees them.

Or interesting new people.

Or any cats.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes out from the staff quarters, humming. It bears more than a passing resemblance to "You Say It's Your Birthday."

He sits at the piano, put his tip jar on top, and begins playing a slow and ornate version of "Silent Night."

[ooc: the mun is going home. be back before you miss me.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti runs upstairs at a moment when there's almost nobody left in the bar anyway, and is gone.

Why do things get more and more complicated here from day to day, he thinks, slamming his door in his haste to be alone.

(no subject)

[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Enter Frankie.

Awake.

At this hour of the day.




... it's possible that something chilly has just happened in Hell. If the Devil shows up, feel free to ask him.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at a secluded table polishing her sword with a soft cloth. She has been at it for quite some time and it shows. The gold plated hilt gleams, and the pattern etched on the blade is clearly visible for the first time in weeks. Every now and then, she stops polishing and stares off into space. She looks neither happy nor sad, just thoughtful.*

(no subject)

[bravelyranaway.livejournal.com]

... and the front door opens.

In walks a man with a grumbly face, dressed in chainmaille with a green-and-white surcoat.

He is emphatically not followed by minstrels.

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*Ash comes downstairs, looking for a drink. He spots a somewhat familiar face and heads over to the bar*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims not here man..... No really, he's not. He hasn't been around for a day or two, and oddly enough, he doesn't seem to be anywherewithin Milliways. Odd, huh? Just thought I'd mention.*

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Last night Warren celebrated first night.

He has left the menorah on the bar in case anyone else is so inclined.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel's plan was to go find Warren by knocking on the door to his room. Sadly, she was a chicken about it, so instead she goes downstairs and sits, waiting for him to eventually appear.

(no subject)

[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel comes downstairs midafternoon, having slept herself out.

She's actually feeling rather cheerful, even if she thinks she may have fallen asleep while talking to Nick last night.

She goes over to the bulletin board and posts another note.

( To Anyone Who Helped With Darien )

Once that's done, she falls into a seat at a table, and starts inhaling coffee.

Well, not literally. But close.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine enters the bar, wearing her blue gown, her hair braided neatly in back of her. Her arm no longer hurts, and she is in a good mood.

(no subject)

[pythian-legume.livejournal.com]

Bean walks into the bar, wide awake. He hadn't seen the mess before...come to think of it, he didn't even know Bonzo was in the bar just yet. But then again, he'd been off in his own corner for a few days, mainly reading and keeping to himself. He looks around, and then takes a seat in the corner of the bar.

OOC: And this is the correct account for this post...

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[zday-survivor.livejournal.com]

Shaun's still at the bar. He still doesn't know where his cricket bat went. This is not surprising.

Exuente

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is a flash of a man as he runs out the front door.

He looks neither happy nor calm.

(no subject)

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya comes down the stairs, quieter than usual. She grabs a cup of coffee and sits down in one of the booths, slowly sipping it. Stupid headache from nowhere...

[ooc: the mun is grabbing some food real quick but should be back in half an hour, but replies will even be slow then, because the mun needs to work on a paper]

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki, in all black, strolls into the bar smiling. He wanders over to the bar and orders a drink*

Vodka.

*It comes from one of the rats. He downs the glass and looks around the bar.*

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[x-fhqwhagads-x.livejournal.com]

*After spending a couple weeks hiding from a scary looking creature hiding under a table, Fhqwhagads comes into the bar. He slowly waddles to the bar looking around him for his next "victim". So far he sees no one he would like to start with, so he just takes a seat at the bar and orders a shot of Jose Cuervo 1800 Gold from a rat and sips it instead of taking it all at once.*

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter Doctor Lecter, dressed as impeccably as he ever is. He pauses to order his favorite brandy, then continues on to a table.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Counting jars is a necessary job - but a boring one. After an hour or so Gil finds the figures are blurring on the page as he writes them so he decides to go and find some people - he has had it up to here with inanimate objects.

So he goes out into the bar to see who he can see and - just to look busy - takes some coloured chalk to draw a frieze of holly and mistletoe all around the edges of the blackboard.

While he does it he listens to Charlie playing and smiles. He is careful not to hum along though.

(no subject)

[ex-juliansar619.livejournal.com]

[ooc:Pre-Millis]

Sark looks around the room taking in his surroundings, gun at his side. The flash drive in his left hand.

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[not_that_spike]

( out of milliways )

"This isn't the pantry..." Spike double-checks to make sure Beth is still there with him, and breathes out a huge sigh of relief when she is. His eyes dart from her to the bar to the tables to the faces both familiar and unfamiliar as the door closes behind them.

"Shit."

Good thing we're dressed.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The front door swings open, propelled by a curious twenty-something girl in a black patch-adorned bomber jacket. Her eyes widen at the sight of a real bar. Biting her lip, she looks behind her, evidently not seeing a lake or its environs, but something that is comforting to her, because she shrugs and steps through the doorway, letting the door close behind her.
"Professor's never told me about this." she mutters to herself as she surveys the room with the appreciation of someone who feels it has been entirely too long since her last drink. "Bernie would love it."

((OOC: Mun must be away from keyboard... be back in 40ish minutes))

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

And he's here again.

Well, there are nine thousand kinds of tea, after all. He is currently on twenty seven. It's....minty.

He scans the room for Lupin, and thinks that this is precisely why he is not a professional detective. Waiting around for people to show up is a job for the police.

(no subject)

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

A man walks through the door. The door stays open behind him and he looks, wide eyed, around.

"Wh-What? Stark? Guys? What the hell, man?"

(no subject)

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

The front door of the bar opens and brings with it a tumult of music, raised voices and the fine sounds of a marketplace on a summer's day.

The petite woman who saunters in after the noise pauses and looks around, hands on her hips. Black eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes in her surroundings.

"Well, this isn't the Fortune-be-damned Guildhouse, to be sure."

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders in the front door, her skin and hair slightly charred. Her clothing is intact though. She must have just changed it.

She is purposefully ignoring the fact that she's smoking though. Everything is fine and normal. Nothing wrong at all.

Oh, look! Diet Coke!

[ooc: Crashing out now. *gone*]

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[Out Of Milliways, after this and this]


Kestrel comes in, and is very very cold.

But then, running around for ten minutes outside in 40-degree Fahrenheit weather with no coat on may do that to a person.

The scene outside the door, for anyone who may have seen her left, is not the same scene as it was an hour ago.

David? Nick? Darien? Where is everyone?

"David? Nick? Darien? Anyone around?"

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine comes downstairs and moves toward her usual table, and once again a now-familiar rat is waiting there with tea when she arrives. The Aes Sedai appears serenely delighted with this.*

Thank you. I do wish I knew your name; it does not seem right to call you simply "Rat," when you are so particularly attentive.

*It squeaks and runs off, to return a few moments later dragging a bit of bright greenery, with a few red berries. Moiraine takes the sprig and looks at it, then at the rat, and smiles.*

Holly? *The rat squeaks again in a pleased sort of fashion.* Holly it shall be, then. Thank you.

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream.

Pensively.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby, with their kids, enter the bar.*

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom walks in from the House of Arch, humming "Good King Wenceslas". He's in the mood for a night cap, and perhaps some conversation. Due to the wonders of Millitime, he doesn't see Peter speaking to a witch who would look familiar to him. He orders a scotch from a serving rat and looks around for a table. It's rather crowded tonight - lots of new faces.*

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[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*Billy's leanig against the bar. For those that care about such details, his banjo case is at his feet, and he's drinking scotch. He gives off every impression of being some one perfectly contented about life.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in. Violin and bow, check. Fedora, check. Amused smirk, check. All systems are go.*

*He stakes out a table, ordering a glass of wine from a rat as he passes.*

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce comes in with Mite. Bruce is carrying a book, as usual. Since he's been foiled in trying to figure out how the grown-up world works, at least in any way that he could change, he's gone back to something he can do: practicing. He puts the book down on an out-of-the way table and studies the pictures for a moment. Then he settles into what the book says is 'Horse' stance, and tries to imitate the hand gestures as best he can.

(no subject)

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Corwin enters and, instead of approaching the bar like normal, immediately makes his way to an unoccupied table. He carries with him a rather large leather-bound tome. As he sits, a wait rat approaches.

"Just coffee tonight," he says. As the rodent scurries off to fill his order, Corwin opens the book, makes himself comfortable, and starts to read.

(no subject)

[hectorxdelgado.livejournal.com]

Hey look. It's Shipwreck. Where the hell has he been? Doesn't matter, he's here now.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and sits at a booth. She's in a bad mood. She grabs her journal from the depths of her purse and starts writing. She is content to ignore the tears*

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Here's Joe, at the bar with a beer in front of him. He's playing some form of Solitaire that involves only five stacks of cards.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

A very worried looking Isabel walks up to the bar and sticks a note of her own up.


( VERY IMPORTANT! Please please please respond )

She then sits and waits to find something.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, dressed as usual in jeans and a sweater (white, today), and looks around for familar faces.*

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Post-Milliways from Sunday night/Monday morning: Indy's Room. Rated NC-17 for hot wet!muse... stuff]

(no subject)

[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

She has her suspicions on why Albus is insisting this meeting occur in the Three Broomsticks itself of the castle, but she has said nothing to him or anyone else. She merely fetched her cloak, laced up her boots, and put a warming charm on nose and ears. Then she set off though the packed snow to the village.

She had expected Rosemerta and a hushed gathering of the Order when she opened the door to the pub. She had not expected Milliways.

(no subject)

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow hops up onto a barstool, elevating her eye level from around stomach level to a bit over the crowd.

"Anyone here play an instrument, fair or poor or otherwise?" she calls loudly, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander wakes up on one of the couches. Chiana isn't there. He snorts tiredly.

"Huh, must've fallen asleep." He rubs his eyes.

into your hideout

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

Enter the God of Sex and Passion, whistling a tune that sounds like the first time you had your heart broken.

He seems pensive.

Perhaps a booth is in order.

(no subject)

[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

"And, Nitta, make sure that you iron my socks the correct way, this time, good for nothing house elf..." A booming, and frustrated British voice travels into the bar, as the door opens. Striding through the door comes a man with deep green robes, a walking stick, large, expenive black boots, and long, blonde hair. His mouth turns up into a sneer as he looks around at his surroundings. This certainly is -not- his bedroom suite. As the door closes behind him, he takes a step forward, voice ringing through the bar with a slightly intimidating air about it. "Would someone please tell me what pub this is, and why it has the gall to be in my boudoir?"

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: David's re-entrance]

David walks in from the back door, looking around.

Finding the reason for his quest, he walks over and sits down.

(no subject)

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

Blinking and shading his eyes as he comes down the stairs, Ted Brautigan emerges into Milliways Bar, white hair sprawling every which way.

He coughs.

It's been a while since he's been in a bar.

...and are those rats scurrying around, bearing drinks?

"Oh dear," Ted murmurs. He's smiling. "Just call me Alice."

(no subject)

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo walks into the bar, and sits in a corner. He's clearly sulking about something. He is, of course, wearing his uniform...it's the only thing that feels comfortable on him. He sits there, in his corner, just thinking over the events of what are, for him, the last week or so...it's been a rough week.

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby's not bartending tonight. He's on... two missions. The first is very definitely to find Loki. The second is to figure out what kind of birthday present to get.

He settles himself at a table near Charlie.

(no subject)

[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Elphie looks oddly happy. Well, for her. Which means that she doesn't look like she'll bite you if you come near her.

Odd.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel walks up to the first note she placed and tacks up a new one.

Thank you everyone for your help, I believe I've found what is neccessary.

~*Isabel*~

She then heads up to her room, grasping a book.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren wanders in.

With alliteration.

And a good mood.

That Milliways Entrance

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Enter, from the front door, a young man. Not more than about 18, if that. Wild mop of curly hair on his head, huge-ass sideburns, not tall, not short. He'd be stocky if he were, but he's not, he's a good size for his height. With his entrance comes a faint, sweet-pungent aroma that may or may not be recognizable.

Said young man is wearing a black Doors t-shirt, a blue denim vest, faded flared jeans and really old beige boots with heels. His belt buckle features the leaf of an exotic plant that's, uh, native to his place of origin. Yep. And he's got big aviator sunglasses too. Even inside. Especially inside.

This kid is carrying a rolled up comic book. He stalks through the bar like he's been there a thousand times, pulls out a chair, puts his feet on the table, opens the comic book ("Kazaar the Savage," apparently) and starts reading.

He turns a page.

He looks over the top of the comic book. Something seems...different.

He goes back to the comic book.

The next time he looks up, he does a serious double take.

Then he stands up, stock still, and just stares.