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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*one of the explosions outside the bar is particularyily bright. From the point of this explosion, a long trailing streamer of flame plummets comet like towards the wind. The flame extinguishes at about where the boundary shielding is, and so all that actually strikes the window Is Tim. He splatters quite nicely, a gooe black tar monetarily blocking out the light from above. But then he pulls himself together, shaking his head as if to clear it. He gazes through the window, idly waving at anyone who looks up. He seems quite content out there, lord knows what exactly he was doing.*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the Lake. He scans the crowd for familar faces. Dang, no Tim. Double dang...there's Dream. Well, at least Ares isn't here...*

*He sits down at the bar an waits for the inevitable next shoe to drop.*

Pointless status update

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Windows 95 hasn't moved from her position at the bar for a day. The only sign of life (or at least not being totally frozen up this time) is an occasional chugging sound and the blue bar on the gray rectangle hovering in front of her face- it occasionally grows in small increments. Currently, it seems to be about halfway across the rectangle.

(OOP: Yeah, she's not moving. Feel free to put drinks on her or use her as a coatrack, if you're into that sort of thing.)

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[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

To anyone looking or caring, there is a new coatrack by the door. Well, for now. He doesn't look too happy to be a coatrack. But, hey, he's not -that- bad looking of a coatrack.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val wanders into the bar, humming what sounds suspiciously like an old love song. She shakes off her coat, and puts it on the new coatrack by the door, blinking at it. Wow, interesting things this bar comes up with. She walks over to the bar, getting the Turtle-anti-depressant mug of tea from earlier and sits down with a notebook at the bar, sketching something.

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[chairman-ohtori.livejournal.com]

Akio walks into the bar, holding an object made of hard black plastic. One half is shaped rather like the base of a pyramid. The other half is spherical.

The peculiar aspect of it comes with the spherical end - it's covered in little circles of clear plastic, which are each embedded, evenly spaced, in the black. Each clear circle has a little roll of black plastic circling it, but not obscuring. It's like each of those little spaces has its own lampshade, jutting out from the surface of the ball. The flat end has a flexible black cord running out of it, bundled up in Akio's hand.


He takes off an expensive-looking heavy overcoat, and hangs it on the new coatrack with an amused expression. Then he turns and strides over to a lit section of the bar.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: after all of this insanity]

Kestrel is sitting downstairs.

On the floor.

Against the wall.

There's still a little bit of a bloodstain on the floor nearby from where Nick was dripping.

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[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

The door opens and a young gentleman enters the bar, dressed in simple clothes with a simple jacket slung over his arm.

"What in the...?"

He looks around at the bar's varying personages.

"I think I need to stop drinking the absinthe."

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: In Loki's Room - this is both emotionally, sexually, and verbally violent. Please be warned.]

David fucks with Millitime and enters the bar again. He chooses a booth in the dark corner, and sits with his knees drawn up to his chest, eyes blank, staring into nothingness.

He is the broken shell of a man.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways.]

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard comes in from his walk around the lake with Asar-Suti at his side and steps behind the bar.

"Just have a seat, Sooty, and I'll fetch your chocolate pancakes."

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs, looks around the bar, acquires an overcoat and slips out the back door to the lake, to walk and think and practice shape-shifting.

Not that shape-shifting as such needs practice. It is just that even a Dark God likes to have tried on each shape before using it in earnest. Imagine turning into a giraffe the first time ever and having no idea about how to move the neck, thus falling down gracelessly from sheer cluelessness!

Asar-Suti is going to practice several shapes; one of them will certainly be Meg's, because people seem to hold regular Meg-a-thons at the bar, and he might like to join one the next time?

Also, Asar-Suti wants to think some more about what the actual Meg (and then some people) told him yesterday.

Somewhere in the bar, there is an abandoned magical cat toy from last night. Some cat will certainly have picked it up by now...

[[OOC: Available for any lakeside encounters as per the usual; and no plot points for the cat toy again.]]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie makes his way downstairs stiffly, moving like a man three times his age. The knuckles of both hands are swollen and bruised, as are his lips; and both eyes have impressive shiners.

He's carrying a note. That's it.

~ new perch on the bar ~

[bob_the_skull]

Bob is now on the bar, where he asked Warren to move him yesterday. He's just - there. It's not like he can be anything else - he's a skull!




((anyone who approaches the bar is free to speak to, be freaked out by, or just look at the skull with orange eyelights))

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders in, her skin still a little bit red in spots, as opposed to yesterday's charred-look. She grabs a Diet Soda.

[ooc: Out for a while.]

Just another midday...

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

...and the sight of the Hanukkah lamp turns Flash's thoughts to that weird December when the JLA had a bona fide miracle - or so the Atom, of all people, insisted - and when he then invited the whole team to his and Jean's place for latkes and jelly donuts.

He opens his notebook, starts writing about that day, and looks about the bar for friendly faces.

(ooc: See JLofA, vol. 1, issue 188 for the story.)

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[kefka-pallazzo.livejournal.com]

Kefka sprawls across several chairs and a table, scowling.

I am bored. When I am bored, I destroy things. Destroying things cheers me up. Kefka smiles thoughtfully.

Last time destroying things got me dead before I destroyed things. This time I need to destroy things before I die. Thus I need to not die. Thus I need to not destroy things. Kefka frowns in concentration.

Thus I need to not be bored. Thus I need to do something with responsibility. Kefka raises one eyebrow.

Those in charge of handing out responsibility are not speaking with me. People with problems to be dealt with are not letting me deal wtih them. Clearly, they want me to be bored. But they don't want me to destroy things. Kefka glares around at nothing in particular. Clearly they are all hypocrites and insane. Kefka nods to himself.

So. Trapped in a bar with a large group of powerful, hypocritical, insane people. What to do?

I think I shall angst. For I am bored. Kefka pouts angstily.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred strolls in from the lake, looking somewhat different from normal. His hair is longer, and tied back, and though his clothes are still they are far, far different from his normal leather jacket and pin-stripped pants. They are the kind of clothes he would have worn when he was alive.

He glances around the bar, and just moves to his normal table. Though he knows it doesn't really need it, the Pendragon starts to polish his sword.

It's something to do.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph enters. There are fresh bandages on both hands, but right hand is bandaged a little more than the left. He takes in the scene, Charlie and Kestrel, Flash, Bob, David, and as always Richard.

He sits by himself, and begins to pick his hands, but keeps a wary eye on the crowd.*

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel walks downstairs, having spent the night safe in Warren's arms. She feels better, but she's frowning. Something about the experience has hit her hard emotionally. She plops down by the bar, ordering a cherry cola.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-Of-Milliways Entry]

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: The Morning After]

David walks downstairs, his clothes dripping wet, hair sodding, water running down his face.

He heads to the food cart and piles a plate high, taking it all to a booth in back.

And stares at the plate, while still dripping water.

He doesn't look any better than he did yesterday.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

On his way back to his room, Warren (1)hastily lights the second and third candles on the menorah (he didn't have time last night...things), and (2)posts a note on the bulletin board:

ISO: a licensed therapist or equivalent of. Just curious. Leave note or ask for Warren.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

After nearly two days, the little blue bar on the grey rectangle in front of Windows 95 fills up. The box disappears and, blinking muzzily, 95-san stiffly shakes herself into action again. She scans the room, looking rather lost and confused, then decides to do the only thing she knows will get a result.

She gets the attention of a rat. "RAM, please."

Moments later, a bowl of ramen (with "MEMORY" written on the side) is supplied, and with a rather disheartened "Iitadakimasu," Windows 95 starts her first meal since learning that she has managed to violate the laws of reality.

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

[Out Of Milliways post: Lord Peter's Private Library, and why Bunter is Wildean.]

He's here again. Writing in the tea menu. He's on number 53.

And still looking as though he's waiting for something. He's at the bar now, though, near the kitchen doors, and conferring with a waitrat every so often. Two covered dishes are warming on a marvelous electrical invention called, apparently, a "hot plate".

The tea tastes rather grassy. He's inclined to dismiss the 50s entirely.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*Walking into the bar in a double-step and humming a tune, he makes his way behind the bar, giving it a wipedown with his trusty bar-rag. Grinning in a way that seems to radiate out from him, he gives a shout out to the bar in general*

LATE HAPPY HOUR AT MILLIWAYS!

Tonight's happy hour special is Holiday Cheer, both in the literal and figurative sense.

Food as is per normal from our wonderful serving rats.

*He bows to one as she scurries by.

The rat blushes and gives a squeek, quickly off again.

Leaning against the bar, he sighs happily.*

Dang I love the holidays.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace emerges from one of the side hallways where she had spent the night, curled up in her oversized bomber jacket. It wasn't as if she'd never done a thing like that before. And while the packet of crisps in her pocket had tided her over for the night, she was beginning to wonder how anyone got food around here. Someone had mentioned something about the rats, so she thought that maybe she would have to catch one. Hopefully she did not have to go on and eat it.
She scrubs at her face with one hand, trying to force her brain to sit up and pay attention, while looking about blearily in the hopes that someone would help her out. Or that someone would pick a fight and she'd get a chance to work off some of the frustration she felt at being swept off to some distant part of the universe again.

(no subject)

[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes back in, making herself a sandwich from the banquet carts and looking around to see if she can't find a solution to the newest problem that's been put before her.

EDIT!

She's found a solution to said problem. Now she's having a drink.

Only For A While

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David makes his way carefully downstairs from the staff quarters.

He looks a little better for the sleep, and he's not so blank anymore.

When he sits down at the bar, not even bothering to look around, he winces, shifting his seated position to a more comfortable one.

He orders a fruit salad and an orange juice from a passing waitrat and eats slowly.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 4)

Her long hair straight down her back, clasped at the base of her neck and tied at the end by a red, Christmas-y ribbon. Mr Q. is on her shoulder.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

When Bartleby comes downstairs he looks in a good mood. That vanishes as soon as he sees Charlie talking to Kes and sees the bruises on his face. He makes his way over very quickly.

(no subject)

[agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com]

Agent Qualls wanders in, getting herself some coffee and sitting back to observe, as per usual.

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[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

Summer was always dull, but it was even more so now that Hermione had been going to Hogwarts for five years. She usually relished the calm for about a week or so after school ended, but beyond that, the clever little witch found herself quite bored to tears away from her school, her friends, and especially the school's library.

She was idly browsing over her parents' bookshelf when she spotted a familiar title and pulled it out. Dad was always raving about the book, and Hermione had tried to read it once, but had found it too ridiculous for her taste and abandoned it for something with much smaller print and bigger words. Fiction generally didn't measure up to real life. You couldn't use it for anything, when none of it was real. Nevertheless, she opened the book and glanced through the pages.

Yes, it was still as bizarre as she remembered it. A group of space travelers visiting a bar that was stuck in an endlessly rewinding loop of time at the end of the universe, before going off to have other mad adventures through time and space. She didn't quite understand why her dad liked it so much. It was all slightly pointless.

She closed the book and reached up to put it on the shelf, but instead of sliding neatly into place with the rest of the books, it fell through thin air and landed on the ground. Hermione stared at the place that a bookshelf had been not minutes before, wondering whether or not to believe what she was seeing.

A restaurant. And overhead - stars, grotesque in death, exploding silently and rewinding and doing it all over again. The universe was ending.

Hermione stared, fear and shock battling for domination over her features.

Then she bent over, picked up the book, carefully dusted it off, closed it, and tucked it under her arm. Because, mad or not, a book was still a book.

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

OOC=The Twins have fun torturing Ron.

Ron was looking somewhat grumpy as he headed down the stairs, Hermione's letter still clutched in his hand, but as soon as he walked through the door, scanned the room, his eyes lit up with relief. Here was the very person (other than Harry, that is) that he wanted to see most.

"Hermione!" he called out.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The main door opens and a young man - little more than a boy, really, but carrying himself like an adult - walks through. His head is bent in thought and he obviously isn't paying attention to where he's going. After a few moments, something registers in his mind as off about the room and he looks up sharply.

"What...?"

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Out-of-Milliways: Reading...

(no subject)

[revjesse-custer.livejournal.com]

He saunters in, boots echoing on the floor of the bar. He glances around, lighting a cigarette to hide his brief confusion. "Huh."

He walks to the counter, looking for a bartender or waitress. "Lotta rats here ..."

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

She's sitting there, reading a book, per usual, and...

Humming.

Elphaba Thropp is humming.

Ah. Yes. Well.

Apparently the Apocalypse is coming early this year.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in, looking amused. He carries his violin and bow with him, along with his fedora. He makes eye-contact with a waiter-rat that sits on the bar, and orders an Atomic Cat to drink. He then proceeds to find himself a table.*

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[alas_alas]

Echo is actually sitting on the bench of her booth. Just sitting there, staring into space.

She must be sick. Or something.

[ooc: and I'm heading upstairs, so if you reply to this, I probably won't get it until tomorrow night. just warning you]

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[not_that_spike]

All things considered, that trip through the front door was pretty damn amazing.

He looks happy.

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin comes in, looking better than he has in days. He still has the uncomfortable feeling that something is coming, but he is managing to ignore it quite handily.

He takes a seat at the bar and scans the room. It's quiet now, and he hopes it stays that way.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo leaps out of the booth he was sharing with David, face pale, and shouts to the bar at large:

"I need a healer over here!"

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He's inside this time, so y'know, no flags. But he does have a laser pointer. Well, it's not so much a pointer, as a bit of light from which a line of light emits, letting another point drift across the face of the bar. If theres any Kitties around, it's bound to be tempting. He's perched calmly on a table, where he can get a good view on everyone. He's cautious like that. Well one hand aims the laser thingie, he reaches out with the other one, and a rat thats not busy gets a flight across the room.*

Hiya Al! long time no see. I need a mead, and ....huh... y'know, i don't remember the last time i ate. How about some fried paradoxes? Thanks.

*And he is kind enough to send Al back across the room.*

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter walks into the bar from the House of Arch, visibly happier than he's been in months. The expression in his eyes and smile is one of purest, incredulous joy. It looks as if Christmas came early this year for Peter.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay

Oh sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling, for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay

Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay

The woe is me, poor child for thee
And ever mourn and pray
Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay
by, by, lully, lullay

Val comes into the bar, puts her coat on the rack by the door, grabs her tray, humming old English Christmas carols. She has a grin on her face, and seems quite light-hearted and excited about something.

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom sweeps around the bar, considerably more cheerful than he has been for some time, though he still casts emotional glances at Bar every so often*

(no subject)

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::She should be studying now, or else working on one of her final projects. In fact, she really means to be doing so, but today, the art studio isn't on the other side of the usual door; the bar is. Go figure. Well, at least she's got her sketchbook, and the notes for that art history class.
She heads for one of the booths, all the better to get something done at, but then notices a bomber jacket that she last saw on one of those PBS 'send us money!' marathons a few years back. Its occupant looks rather confused, and Jane figures she might as well help out the new person before she gets to studying. Homework can wait::

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe is downstairs, looking...impassive?,drinking coffee and rereading his notebook. He looks up from it often, and seems kind of like he'd rather be doing anything else.

(no subject)

[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

Yup, he's still a coat rack. Standing by the door, looking extremely ticked off by now is Lucius Malfoy. He still has a pair of boxers on his head, a couple scarves, and a coat. He's actually useful for once. Would you look at that?

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

The Valkyrie is sitting in a booth, with a cup of hot chocolate for herself, and an empty saucer that used to hold cream in it. The cream was for the calico kitten she's idlely playing with, as Svava mopes thinks quietly.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

*Bran opens the front door, humming an odd, high melody. Then he notices what he's humming, and visibly freezes.*

[ETA: Violence in comments. Ping AIM: ravenboy1976 if interference is necessary.]

(no subject)

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Lochiel and Brennan

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

He comes downstairs; Brennan is asleep again, after waking briefly, and seems to be all right, so Lochiel figures he can leave for a while and nothing will happen. Besides, he had been going just a tad stir crazy.

He asks one of the waitrats for a glass of wine and goes to sit on one of the couches by the fire.

By Popular Demand

[iopenthings]

Door comes in, humming happily. There is a strand of tinsel in her hair. She takes a seat at the bar and orders a Raspberry Russian from the nearest wait-rat.

(no subject)

[ticky-box.livejournal.com]

Ticky box appears on the bar.

By More-Popular-Than-Door But Not-Quite-So-Popular-As-Ticky-Box Request

[wensley-them.livejournal.com]

Wensleydale hops down the stairs, looking extraordinarily cheerful and rather more on the carefree side than people have previously seen them.

His hair is also multicoloured. It looks very strange.

(no subject)

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow bursts through the front door, skidding to a halt. Looks around. Sighs a little.

"Mother Forest blight that Uriss," she mutters under her breath. And heads straight for the bar.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy trots downstairs and strides into the bar purposefully. He wears a field shirt and khakis, but his jacket and hat are still noticeable in their absence. He stomps up to the bar, only then becoming a little less sullen as he sees he has stumbled into a late happy hour *

Well... I should look for Tim... but...

* he settles in on his usual stool and contemplates trying something a bit different tonight *

(no subject)

[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus walks through the front door. He's wearing a rather shabby overcoat, and his pockets are bulging. He spots Peter, and smiles widely, pulling off his coat and folding it over his arm as he walks over.

A Beautiful Night for Beautiful People

[chairman-ohtori.livejournal.com]

Akio saunters into the bar, a little loose tonight. That is to say, the top two buttons of his dress shirt have been unbuttoned (ooh). He touches a finger or two to his earlobe before walking up to the bar itself and taking advantage of the Happy Hour.

Holiday Cheer in hand, he leans against the counter, to see all there is to see.

From time to time he smiles, then takes a sip of the drink.


Eventually, he's on his second, or third.



Mmmm... just the right amount.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren's in the bar.

Well technically he's on the stairs, but he will be in the bar soon.

...

Okay, now he's in the bar.

(no subject)

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru briskly enters, wearing the same thing she's worn for the past several days - an oversized blazer over her usual all-black-and-all-concealing attire. She looks absolutely exhausted - maybe she hasn't been getting enough sleep, or maybe she's been thinking too much about inexhaustible subjects... or both. With downcast eyes, she approaches the bar itself and climbs up onto a barstool in haste, then sits with her shoulders hunched, and her head hung slightly down. It's that she gets approached in the dark, isolated booths so often... perhaps she has less of a chance of being spotted where she wouldn't usually care to be.

Her thin shoulders barely support the honey-colored blazer, but she continues to wear it anyway.