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[lastgunslinger]

Shor'boots clump down the stairs.

The man whose feet are in the shor'boots glares blearily around the bar.

Roland sneezes.

He sits at the bar and croaks to the nearest rat, "Whiskey."

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander comes downstairs and sits on a couch. The same couch he's been on the past couple of nights. He's mulling over lasts nights events with Nick.

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: This post closed to others, please. :) Post follows from this thread.]

Roland storms out the door after Joe. Snow is falling. The flakes sting his face. "You don't understand," he says, stalking after Joe, step by step. "You have no idea. None."

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: you may wish to read this first]

Enter Kestrel, mildly damp, mildly pale, but in a fairly good mood nonetheless.

And starving.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Clarence B. Kelland once wrote "My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." Well...that's not really true. My father didn't let me watch him; he disappeared every once in a while and eventually disappeared completely. I'd always known that he was a petty thief, known that his disappearances were stints in jail...until now. Now I knew the truth. Now, I had to look at myself, look at my life...and figure out who the hell I was...

Darien runs in, looking around as if he expected someone ahead of him. After a start at realizing that he's in fact in Milliways, he looks down at his wrist and curses.

"Dammit!"

And he's tempted to go back through the door. But...he still has to find Charlie to apologize, and he could do with a little downtime the Agency wouldn't know about. So he walks off to a table...

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew, already in the bar, hurries to the foot of the stairs in time to meet Meg coming down. They exchange a few words in an undertone, then head for the front door together.*

*Meg opens the door on a snowy evening in Paris. She glances at Andrew, and reaches out to take his hand.*

*And they step through, and the door swings shut behind them in a flurry of snowflakes.*

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sets out a tray of cookies, and a little sign that says: "Free to good homes."*

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walked down the Staff Quarter steps, fed Anaesthesia, and tied on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

Out of Milliways: Locked to Tom and Anakin

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Second Note re: Ron and the Demon

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes out from the staff quarters, yawning. He's still bruisey and walking very carefully, but there's a bit of merriment back in his eyes.

All's not well, but it's better.

[ooc: that time again. nourishment. ]

Because the clan has this way of growing, y'know?

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Enter one woman.

It's mommy's day out, and Mara's decided to take a break from, well. Babies and war and fighting and really wild Jedi things.

So, of course, she goes to a bar. What bar, she's not sure, but it seems a hell of a lot nicer than several of the others she's been into.

...Actually, come to think of it, this is one of the stranger places she's seen since Dathomir... She shrugs and sets about getting something to eat. Or drink.

[ooc: Meet Mara Jade Skywalker. And watch out for the lightsaber. And the blaster. And the vibroblade. And the mini blaster...]

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

The lake is frozen when Gil goes down for his morning wash. Not all the way across - the middle reflects the cold dark sky, trembling with frosty stars. Winter is dark as well as cold in Scotland and the sun, which he can just see as a suggestion of robin's egg blue along the eastern horizon, won't be up for another hour yet.

He shivers and tests the thickness of the ice with a hoof. Close to the edge it is thick enough to bear his weight but a step or two out it cracks under him and he makes a bit of a hole and steps down into the icy water. Hocks deep in a freezing gruel of water and smashed ice, he shivers then plumps down into the water with a quiet shriek. Panting, he splashes himself, rubbing away the sleepiness and the smell of cooking and, truth to be told, the smell of Gil - the kitchen when busy could be a sweaty place.

Dripping, he stands up, scrabbles his way to the side, and shakes himself like a dog. He is cold and desperately in need of tea - or hot chocolate. Picking up his towel from the bank he rubs his face and torso then shakes again to try to get more of the water out of the fur on his legs. The tip of his tail spins, flicking drips into the air where they catch the light of the rising sun, glittering briefly like gems before plopping to the frozen ground. But Gil doesn't see their short-lived beauty because he is looking along the lake towards a distant tree - Enber's tree - and thinking of other things that burn brightly then die.

He should go back to the Bar, he thinks, but it will be while before anyone needs breakfast. For the moment it's just the lake and the sun and him. Like old times really.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana walks downstairs, looking thoroughly the kitten who had gotten into the creme. She was tired but sated.  A sad smile is on her face as she pins a piece of folded paper to the board that had lots of other notes attached to it. On it was the name Crichton.

With that being done, she looks around the bar once, seeing if there was anyone who knew Crichton here at the moment. No one she recognizes, so she sighs and walks towards the front door.

And with a turn of the knob and a step through the doorway, Chiana has left Milliway's.

 

 

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[dr-drewdrakken.livejournal.com]

"... thwarted again!"

A man with blue skin and a scar paces into the bar. He is mumbling to himself. "I just need a bigger robot. Maybe I can get one with the heated seats this time..."

Still pacing, he doesn't realize where he's at.

[ooc: if replies are slow, it's because of yahoo mail being ebil and ebil papers of doom]

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Bounce, bounce, bounce. Val walks into the bar, grabs a mug of tea, this time with a large balloon on it, and settles down into a booth with her notebook and pen. suddenly she realizes that she hasn't run out of ink in three months. Odd. Shrugging, she takes a breath and starts to write.

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[macleod_connor]

Connor enters the bar - he hasn't been back home to NY in... well, awhile - from the stairs and gets some tea and toast, then carries it over to talk with Val for a bit.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post/Pre-Milliways]

Mordred wonders in, an empty bottle in his hand. He can hear Val singing, but aside from a brief shudder, he ignores it. Great. Christmas. Wonderful.

He hated Christmas.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is curled up in the booth where we last saw him, post-healing David. This is because he:

a) didn't want to risk pissing Isabel off by going to her room and possibly interrupting something

b) doesn't know where to get a room key and is too proud to ask, and

c) couldn't be bothered to move after using up all his energy on the healing.

So he just slept there. But look! He's awake now!

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Corwin enters carrying a small stack of wrapped gifts. He scans quickly to make sure no one for whom he has a gift is present. Satisfied of that fact, he looks for a bar employee.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David walks quietly and unobtrusively down the stairs.

He sits at the bar, quietly, and looks around once.

And then turns back, head hung slightly.

[OOC: Mun is only going to be around for an hour or so. Work, yanno.]

[OOC: And mun is off to work. Back in 7 hours!]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, dressed all in white, wanders into the bar from the back room with his violin and bow. He runs a hand back through his white hair as he sits at the bar, bright green eyes scanning the room. A quick order for a glass of milk is given to the nearest waiter-rat, who squeaks in fright and scampers off. Yrael smirks after the retreating rodent, then sets the violin to his shoulder and begins to play. The strings sing sweetly; vibrato adds emotion to the piece, a quiet peacefulness. He closes his eyes slowly as he plays, humming a warm, full tenor countermelody.*

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[just to add to her mun's insanity by being the third character she's RPing today Delia saunters down the stairsin her 1930s green silk gown. Hair swept up, kohl around the eyes...the court beauty looks just that]

[the heavy book in her hands looks out-of-place]

[ignoring that fact, she walks over to the bar]

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[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Christmas Presents

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[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

OOC: How our illustrious engineer got to milliways.

There is no way to describe what the universe is like in another plane to someone that comes from one with a different number of dimensions. Picture a Picasso painting...while on Flash. That's what you'd see if there were people in a fifth dimension while you were only three-dimensional. Quite frankly, going through a place like that is worse than the worst Lovecraftian nightmare.

So it's quite understandable, that when a man appeared in the center of the bar, along with some scattered junk around him, he was a complete gibbering lunatic.

"Ah! Wha! Unngh! Arrgh!" he yelped, looking completely confused. After a moment, when he realized he was no longer in a strange place full of gelatinous gobs of matter, he looked around the bar, and muttered, "Where the hell am I?"

Then, eyeing the bar, he added hopefully, "Do you guys sell Sparky Cola?"

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

[Early Morning]

And now...

Buffy comes downstairs, feeling a little bit headachey, but overall fairly good. Almost like a slight hangover after a really good night partying. She gets herself a soda and slumps down in a chair, not paying attention to who's around.


EDIT: And she leaves out the front door, because the mun can't concentrate on anything right now. Sorry.


[ooc: You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit spazzy because I just got a FRICKEN JOB!!! *dances happily and celebrates* This may affect my roleplay a bit.]

Chu?

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

A small, yellow animal trots through the door, then freezes, its head whipping around in shock. This is NOT what the beast expected at all. For one, it has fewer flowers. Also, more humans. With a nervous "chu..." it shuffles underneath a table.

Hey, food scraps! The bizarre beastie chows down on some discarded crumbs, occasionally glancing out nervously at the surrounding assortment of strange things.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia walks away from the actual bar in something of a daze. She was twenty-two, and going to have a party at the end of the universe.]

[sitting down in a tucked away corner, the lovely but confused girl opens her book. She had just meet Dionysus then, why would he have a party for her?]

[she didn't understand it, but felt happy none the less. Something for nothing was very rare in her world-view]

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[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways dream-sequence. Warnings: creepiness. And longness.]

On That Note...

[jaimemaccrimmon.livejournal.com]

A man who looks as though he's just stepped out of a "Kilts-n-Swords" Hollywood Blockbuster or a bad British docu-drama comes down the stairs. He looks around the room for a moment, then crosses the room to the bulletin-board. He looks at the board warily, as if he's not quite sure what to do. He then squares his shoulders and finding an unused tumb-tack,he posts a note. Turning quickly, looking a little sheepish he hurries back up the stairs, and is gone.

Anyone who happens to read the flyer sees, in an archaic hand and style a handwritten piece of paper stating: "Anypersen of gude repute that maye knowe of or hav a sett of bag-pipes, be theye of hielande or lowelande make, ande in gude werkinge ordur, ande woulde be of a mind to be part'd frome them, it woulde be be mine plesure to rendre such coynage as theye maye be werth, or to rendre somme servis equal to thee vallue of such pipes. Inquir of thee Scottis gentelmann knowne as Jaime Mac Crimmon, laetly of Earth of thee yeare 1749, to be founde in partes of thee barr, and about by thee loche, or on occasson nere thee woodes.

-James Rbt. Mac Crimmon, piper"

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has been napping--it's so nice to nap when you feel like you've been dragged up a dirt road by your heels--and when he comes into the bar for dinner he almost misses the card.

Almost.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace wanders into the room, having finally spent a restful night (it helps knowing that there are rooms, oh yes). She had spent most of the day trying different ways to get back to the TARDIS, and is irritated that a grand total of zero have worked. She scans the room, looking for anyone she knows, but the room is full of strangers. Hardly surprising, considering she's only been here for two days, and knows a grand total of three people (jury's still out if one of the 'people' should officially be called a person). As she makes her way to the bar to order something to eat, she sees a note.
Perhaps it was too much to hope for but... Jamie? Wasn't he one of the Professor's companions, back before he was her Professor? She seemed to remember stumbling across the name during one of her attempts to make sense of the TARDIS databank. She shrugs as she uses a dubloon to catch the eye of one of the waitrats and orders muffins and tea - it's probably just some bloke with a similar name.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

The smile is back on the pretty blonde's face. Which is good. She's now a happy girl again. She sits down, ordering a drink and smiling at people.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks into the bar, looking cheerful. She gets a Strongbow from one of the waitrats and wanders over to their the usual table; as she sits, she looks interestedly around at the patrons, realizing it's been a while since she was truly in the bar*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, with the same mishmash of Western and High Fantasy clothing as is usual. Enter the shadows, surging and dancing around and behind him, because its rather nice to be able to play with his inborn talent and only have a dozen or so people scream and run away.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*There's a thump and a protracted curse, and Bernard emerges from the Staff Quarters, looking around warily, for whom he's almost not sure. He sees Tonks and Crowley, and limps over to the bar to collect cigarettes and tequila, pausing to run a hand over the wood, before going to join them.*

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Indy's room]

* He staggers downstairs and heads for the coffee machine, taking the tiny polystyrene cup it offers him with a disconsolate grunt. Visibly suffering, he massages his temples with one hand, sipping at the piping hot brew as fast as the temperature will allow *

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick gingerly makes his way down from the rooms, wincing slightly. He was all healed...but then Natalie had walked in, found out the story, and flailed at him somewhat over the entire Vampire + Angel = Crispy equation he'd discovered the other night. Thus...bruises that were healing even now. She walks down next to him, glaring sideways every once in a while. When they finally reach the bar and sit down, Nick has had enough.

"I'm sorry, all right? I had to!"

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

The bar door blows open in a gust of wind and a flash of yellow, little strikes of lightning flashing from whatever it is. Papers and other loose objects are pulled along in it's wake until it comes to a stop in the middle of the bar. The boy in the yellow costume is turned to face towards the door, hands up to his ears, tongue out in a rasberry.

"Ha! Take that Sup..er...."

He stops, his mind catching up to his eyes. I'm in a bar. This is not titans tower. Unless Vic did some real redecorating. Oooh, maybe he did. I should go comliment him.

"Boy"

Finishing his statement even as he speeds for the door, which is just now swinging closed. The streak immeadiately renters at the same speed as before and Bart stares.

"Huh. okay, thats weird."

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs from her room and looks around the bar. Ther have been so many new people come in that she hardly recognizes anyone. She goes over and sits at the bar.*

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[coolhandlucas.livejournal.com]

From somewhere outside the bar, a roaring engine-type noise can be heard, growing steadily louder. Just when it seems that whatever's out there is about to smash through the front doors, they fly open apparently of their own accord - and a young man on a motorbike roars through.

He comes to a halt before hitting any tables, chairs or patrons. He gets off the bike, takes off his helmet and goggles, and takes a long look at the room and the people in it. And he tilts his head.

"...Interesting."

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy heads into the bar, yawning. Not from blood loss this time. Because she was staying up ridiculously late reading trashy manga and watering the damned roses.*

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders back into the bar with violin, textbook and parchment. He orders a drink from the nearest waiter-rat, making sure to ask for plenty of milk to be added to it. A table is selected and the violin and bow are set down. He sits comfortably in a chair, opens the book to the bookmarked page and begins reading. Every so often he writes something down on the parchment with his old-fashioned pen. He seems to be nearly through the book.*

*The rat returns with Yrael's drink in a mug. As he takes the drink, the rat squeaks something that carries the tone of "Careful, it's hot." Yrael smiles distractedly at the rat, then goes back to reading, sometimes pausing to sip his drink.*

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[blue_eyed_lord]

The Rider enters dressed in his usual slacks and a white dress shirt. He has a different book in hand.

He does not order wine tonight.

Instead, he walks over to a booth with a good view of the room and sits. He does not open his book at present, but instead surveys the room, looking at all the different patrons in the bar.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe looks hungover. One of the miracles of Millitime is you can get hellaciously drunk and wreck things with a good friend while you're sound asleep in bed.

It is a shitty, unloved miracle. Joe drinks some coffee and tries to look vaguely human.

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[pinkputtyofpain.livejournal.com]

A pink substance begins oozing in from beneath the doorway. The formless yet plainly intelligent entity seeps forward, around unknowing feet and past lifeless chairs. It slowly oozes up the bar and stops on top. The pink putty takes form into the shape of ... a cat.

Choo-Choo Bear has found the bar at the end of the universe.

"Murr?"

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[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

*Christian comes striding into the bar and sees that crazy vampire guy Nick again. He also sees a woman with Nick. She's pretty, but not quite his type. Christian decides to walk over and talk to them.*

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[x-fhqwhagads-x.livejournal.com]

*The duck comes into the bar from the lake waddling a lil funny. He walks up to the bar and sits down. He has a pained look on his face.*

"Is there someone here who can get me some cranberry juice? PLEASE?"

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar with the kids and takes a seat in the usual booth, lost in thought*

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post...

Looking quite tired, Elaine comes into the bar. Sitting down at a table, she orders red wine, and then, as an after thought, some bread, from a passing waitrat. Wine is the strongest drink she knows and she is in the mood for it tonight.

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[dodongo-smoke.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Greetings, all. I'm new to Milliways, and am not quite sure how to get started... so I'm just jumping right in. If I mess up, just let me know, eh?]

*The Old Man that enters the bar now is craggy of feature, with flowing red robes that smell of mildew and stale air, bony hands with long, spidery fingers, an untamed and chest-length white beard, wild hair spiking out from around a balding pate, and a face that is most characterized by wrinkledness - even his wrinkles have wrinkles. In short, the word that would tend to come to mind in reference to him (well, after the word "old") is most likely to be "Wizard". If wizard he be, though, it is well disguised. His garments and person give off no especial magical aura to those with that sort of awareness.*

"The bear is wanted this is place of drinking, yes?"

*His voice is simultaneously gravelly and high-pitched, with an unplaceably foreign accent - it is as if his actual place of provenance is somewhere just a bit widdershins of anywhere recognizable... or that the accent is a badly faked amalgam of Portuguese, Japanese, Klingon and Sanskrit.*

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[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

Eros wanders in, humming to himself, and looking thoughtful.

He glances around as he makes his way towards a seat.

"This place needs mistletoe," he says, to himself. Were he certain other people, he would, at this point, steeple his fingers or raise a pinky to his lips, or mutter 'excellent'. Instead he just grins in a devious way.

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[not_descending]

Ame enters, distracted, cold wind and a few snowflakes following her inside. When she looks up from her bag a moment later, a small smile crosses her face, and she makes her way in the general direction of the bar.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She's been around for a while already tonight. She just forgot to draw attention to herself.

Hyde Rocks Out (with his...)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde, That '70s Kid, is apparently still here. In the exact same Doors t-shirt, fimo bead necklace, denim vest, flared jeans, old boots and aviator shades as the first time he walked through the door. ("Kazaar the Savage" has gone to that great Cowabunga in the sky, alas.)

The difference - and this may be an important one - is that he's sitting at the bar with a giant shit-eating grin on his face. And a cup of coffee and a cigarette, but what's important here is that Hyde got...

...uh, a good night's rest...




[OOC: I know he was around last night, but let's pretend that was the night of his entrance, okay? For some vague semblance of continuity? Yes thank you.]

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren enters.

Previously on Warren: Warren was having something of a philosophical breakdown.

Luckily he went and got himself laid last night.

I hear that's going around.

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[jaimemaccrimmon.livejournal.com]

Jamie wanders in from the lake, having wandered for much of the evening. He's feeling a little more at peace with being stuck in this...place. It's pleasant enough, surely, with no English soldiers, a bountiful bar, and a dazzling array of pretty girls, interesting characters, and bizarre creatures. All of which he was more or less used to, he simply didn't like being unable to leave. It felt too much like a jail. Maybe finding a set o' hieland pipes will relieve some o' this tension he thinks to himself.

Avoiding a strange pink puddle on the floor of the bar, Jamie finds an empty booth and orders a whiskey and some dinner from a wait-rat -- one he'd affectionately dubbed "Maggie". With his whiskey half-drunk, he pulls a leather-bound book from the folds of his plaid, and reads while waiting for his dinner.

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Out-of-Milliways Entry