Hyde's Night(s) Out

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

So you guys remember Hyde? He came into the bar looking like this and seems to have gotten rather a lot of action afterwards?

Yeah, well. He's still here. In the same clothes. 'Cause he hasn't gone home yet, baby.

And he's starting to look a bit wilted around the edges as he sits at the bar, his booted feet up on the stool next to him, holding up a singular cheese fry.

Why are you holding it, Steven, and not eating it? The world may never know.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Having closed out Happy Hour, Bernard limps out from behind the bar, his face ashen.

He's overextended himself. And the news about who hurt both him and the bar is not sitting well.

He clutches at the bar for support and hopes that no one notices how unsteady he is on his feet.*

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is a huge explosion of purple fire.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*There is a Tim. He left the security offices when the Endless started showing up. What, him scared? Yah you bet! He knows when he's outgunned. But Baby tells him it was a fun time for all, so he'll work on torturing the Emperor himself a little later. Mhmm, spiky floor and no sleep.... yeh.... Anyways, Tim seems recovered from his binge. And he doesn't seem inclined to try it again. He has a simple coffee in his hands, sipping from it as he stares about the bar, checking to see if there are any issues, and if any other security is around.*

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Armand wanders downstairs, leaving Richard asleep and worn-out in their room, looking self-satisfied.

He orders a cup of blood substitute from a waitrat and sits at the bar, watching the other occupants.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

And here's Other!Crichton once again, this time coming by way of the stairs.

Weasley Brawl! This SundaySundaySunday!

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

Two fights are brekaing out simultaneously. Fred and George have taken it on themselves to rid the world of a Malfoy (or at least rough him up a bit).

Ron Weasley has decided to do the same to a Tom Riddle.

It is doubtful that any of the boys will get very far.

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[beautifulharper.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliwas - Aidan and Tye

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy is at the bar once more — where he has been for most the evening. He had enjoyed the hubbub earlier, but everything had died down now. He sits alone again — not that he was particularly sociable during the happy hour. Nor did he drink much either. It was almost as if he had sat in a different time line than everyone else tonight. Carefully nursing a couple of scotches while various patrons had come and gone, their activities blurring around him at high speed. Or so it seemed *

* The lasagna was good though, he had to admit that. Tired of contemplating the bar's philosophical issues, he now considers only the whiskey in front of him. *

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways from last night: Occlumency Lessons

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways]

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[veryvorkosigan]

[Pre-Milliways: Sergyar, After the Plague.]

*It's been a while.

Cordelia enters the bar, a handbag slung over her shoulder, and looks around curiously.*

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander is sitting alone. On a couch.

And he's not grumpy, depressed, or tired.

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[pinkputtyofpain.livejournal.com]

The pink ooze comes through beneath the doorway. It slithers about, winding between tables, chairs, feet, and other apendages. Finally it makes its way up to the bar it had previously been on last it was in this place. It pops into cat form.

"Murr?"

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[aj_crawley]

*followed by Aziraphale, Crowley slinks in from out by the lake. He keeps to the shadows around the edge of the bar, choosing a table in a dark corner.

Unfortunately, he's quite a bit brighter now*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: a confession and a rejection]

David sits in the hallway of the Staff Quarters. His eyes are blank, but he's not crying.

Yet.

[OOC: Mun may be going to sleep for two hours. Beware.]

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Post Milliways Entry

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

Link came stumbling groggily down stairs, slapped the key to the room on the table and attempted to sit down on a chair, nearly slipping off it. He put his face down on the table, whom ever it belonged to, and let out a groan. No one had warned him just how whiskey felt in the morning. Damn.

He felt, strangely enough, a little more free than last night. He reached up behind him to at least check on the Master Sword, to find it was gone. Half way between terrified and curious, he leapt out of his chair, stumbled, gathered his balance and spotted his stuff not too far away, back where he'd left it. He stumbled over, tried to look at least a little manly and went back to his table and strapped his stuff back onto his back. Then his face went down onto the table again.

"Oooooooh..."

After some chatting with Bartleby, Link, whom had risen from his table to go to the bar and get a red potion, returned with a bottle of wine. After taking a rather large gulp from the bottle and shuddering, he comfirmed that this stuff was indeed red potion. Too bad it was Red Wine. Another gulp or two and he still didn't feel much better. Maybe you had to drain the whole bottle?

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard ties on his apron and steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley sits down. Heavily*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliway's]

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[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: In Nature's Realm]

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[maybeazatarc]

Martouf comes downstairs, notebook in hand, and takes a seat in a chair by the fireplace. The pen is poised over the notebook, but he's not writing much... if anything.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Having gotten breakfast from Richard, Charlie takes the guitar outside by the lake to practice. Despite the cold, it's a good place to work on new stuff. He sits cross-legged on a stone with the guitar, and the notes echo in the cold air.


[ooc: mun is around and bored and not sure how busy work is going to be today.]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-Of-Milliways Entry]

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Elphaba looks tired as she sips at a tea and studies a book.

And she's talking to a broom. Her broom, in fact. Which isn't talking back, but seems to be listening to the Wicked Witch mumbled about popular girls in pink and sisters with shoes without much complaint.

Living on her own and being declared the Wickedest Witch There Ever Was has made Elphie a bit eccentric.

It is, after all, a very nice broom. As brooms go.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David trudges into the bar, and immediately walks over to Richard.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways post from yesterday. This took place between her conversation with young Peter and the events of last night.]

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 4)

She glides down the stairs, Mr. Q on her shoulder and her hair flowing loose down her back.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs, Oy at his heels. He's halfway to the bar before he sees Roland sitting near the fire.

Frowning, he goes over.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel watches as Faith hauls Michael away. She glances over at Warren and sighs. She wants to go to him...wants to hold him and say it's okay but right now she doesn't know if it is. And she does know if she tells him it is she'll make herself believe it. She has a lot to think about but right now Michael is at the top of her list. She knows who can help her with that. She scribbles a note and tacks it up on the bar.

Tim-

I need your help. Please come find me in my room.

~Isabel

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren enters, arm around Isabel's waist. He deposits her at a table with a kiss, and turns to search for a server of some kind.

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

And downstairs comes Frankie, once again.

Ish.

Well.

He's mostly Frankie, anyway.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith is in the bar, ready to do her Security Staff duty at a moment's notice. Her Mun is looking forward to the violence.*

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post...

Elaine comes into the bar and sits at a table, looking deep in thought.

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[popular-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Glinda wanders into the bar looking forward to another conversation with Elphaba when she -- because THE SMELL!-- notices a certain creature that looks more like a disgusting muddy toad than a man. Oh no, this will never do. She goes over to deal with this personally.

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[blue_eyed_lord]

Enter Rider. Tonight, there is no book under his arm, instead he carries a black briefcase in his hand.

He walks purposefully over to the bar, takes a seat, and opens up the black case, the inside of which is lined in black velvet. Held by loops against the lid of the case is an assortment of jewelers tools: a jewelers glass, pliers, tweezers, polishing cloths and fluids, a reamer and various other things. Behind the velvety tool rack is a false back that holds some papers. The Rider takes out some inventory sheets and a fountain pen inlaid with mother of pearl. That being done, he removes the jewelers glass from its place, puts it over one of his eyes, and grabs a pair of tweezers.

Reaching into the bottom half of the briefcase, he brings out a small diamond and begins to examine it.

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[macleod_connor]

Connor, down the stairs, t-shirt and jeans, typical white sneakers - you know... what he generally wears, especially since he's not been home in like 2 weeks (he is *so* behind on his Christmas shopping - as in, hasn't even started). He goes to the bar to get a drink and hears the announcement and takes a seat on a bar stool to watch.



Of course, his attention is slightly divided between the tree and the amusing battle of someone vs. security.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, who's been having a better sort of day than yesterday, has reclaimed the books she lost earlier (Orson Wells, of all things), and is now curled up in one of the corner booths, contentedly nibbling on the gingerbread cookie she got from Val and generally staying out of everybody's way.

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: This last weekend, in Roland's room...]

Roland feels light-headed as he makes his way downstairs. He's careful to use the rails as he goes. Folded over one arm is a blue blanket that is perhaps fuzzier than he'd like, but he feels like he's got to make some concession to his illness.

Other than the hastily-wrapped bandage over the needle-hole in his hand, left by the IV that he took out, of course.

He steadily takes step after step across the bar, and ends up in a wing chair by the fireplace. He settles the blanket in his lap. He feels like an old man...but it's better than staring at the ceiling in his room for another second.

The flames dance; Roland broods.

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[bloodyrockgod]

There is a Christmas tree in the bar.

Well, there's only one thing for an itenerate guitarist to do about that. Charlie pulls over a stool, tunes up, and sings.

( Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp )

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe is sitting at the counter. He isn't hiding, so either Mina is letting him downstairs now or he's just bad at being sneaky. He's got soup and juice, so apparently he's still a little sick.

When Roland enters he watches the gunslinger move towards the fire, but he stays at the counter.

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar*

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[angryadolescent.livejournal.com]

Kronos, having spent the last week discovering exactly where his boundaries lie, comes in from outside in a typically foul mood. Actually, if anything his mood seems to darken further when he notices the apparent festive spirit as people and other assorted creatures decorate a tree. He scowls and heads as far back into the back corner of the bar as he can possibly get, ignoring the entire proceeding.

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

Hermione appears, holding a copy of the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. It's open in her hands.

"Page 42. Right."

She looks around for Ron.

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[balletrat]

*The door to the bar swings open, and a few rather dramatic flakes of snow fly in. It is, after all, winter in Paris.

This is probably the reason that Meg is swathed in an enormous cloak, and Andrew in an equally enormous nineteenth-century greatcoat. However, it doesn't explain the bloodstained scarf around Andrew's throat, improbably printed with bright clashing pink and red hearts - or the trickle of blood on his forehead - or the fact he is leaning heavily on the shoulder of a rather white-faced but relieved-looking Meg.

They're back.*

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Armand walks downstairs, and looks around distastefully.

Loudly, he asks, "Does no one observe tradition anymore?" He sighs and walks to the bar, shouting into the back. "Where's the tree?"

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[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia walks through the front door, and looks around. She still has her makeup and costume on from 'the floor show'. She looks around. This place is obviously heaven's cooler sister. She smiles and walks around the place.

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[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

*Christian walks into the bar with a confidence that most would assume to be cockiness. He looks around as he walks by the tables, finds an empty one and sits down. He finds a wait rat, orders a drink and when the rat brings it back he throws a couple dollars down and sits back and waits.*

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Quietly, Asar-Suti comes in from the kitchen, walks around the bar, and then saunters through the bar to the chair by the fire which is, this time, happily Lochiel-free and his to sit on again.

So he does just that.

He orders coffee from one of the wait-rats, tickling its ear and calling it by its name, which is Kiki-Lynne, and then he sits back and waits for his coffee.

He looks around; the bar is rather quiet.

He draws a somplicated rune over the coffee table, and a book appears. It's not the volume of Baudelaire; even a lovesick Dark God Of Awesome Powers can stomach only that much dark depressive poetry.

The words on the title of the book say "The Silmarillion", and when Kiki-Lynne returns with the coffee, Asar-Suti is already reading, and shaking his head.

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[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn enters the bar. She sits down at a table, orders a cup of tea from a passing wait rat and settles in to watch the other patrons. She is feeling swenchy tonight and is not sure why.*

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[aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com]

Aubrey comes in, whistling, with arms full of posterboard and markers.

Probably stolen from Davan.

She settles at a table and begins to make...something.

Oh dear.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

From the kitchen comes a soft light, getting brighter. Walking out is a girl, long dark blonde hair falling about her shoulders and back, and a long white nightgown on, with a red sash around her waist. On her head is a wreath of pine branches, and six candles carefully woven into them, cinched into the boughs and lit with what looks like almost magical fire. In her hands is a tray with exquisite smelling thin gingerbread cookies. She gracefully, oddly gracefully for those who know her, walks up to the bar, clears her throat, and announces.

Excuse me! I would like to wish everyone a happy Saint Lucia Day. As the bringer of Light, I bring the traditional pepakakor and coffee to the bar. Everyone is welcome to warm themselves with hot beverage and hot cookies.

Stepping back to the bar, she stands there, a bit of a sheepish expression on her face.

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[1pom-pom1.livejournal.com]

*Pom pom comes floating down from the cieling and lands on top of the bar softly. He jumps down and faces the bar and attempts to order a drink.*

Bubble bub bub bubble. *PAAAAAUUUUUSE* *with an angry look* Bubble bub bub bubble bub?
--Translation

"Bar can I get some wiskey?" *PAAAAUUUUUSE* *with an angry look* "Hey, what the heck is wrong with this thing?"

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[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways Entry

Owls to Ron Weasley and Peter Pettigrew

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: By the lake]

* Indy blusters in through the back door, blowing out heavily and stamping his boots — as much to get warm as to remove the snow which clings to them. He slams the door shut against the biting wind... perhaps a little too emphatically. Brushing the light dusting of snowflakes from his hat, he looks round apologetically in case anyone was disturbed *

* Noting the Christmas tree decoration in progress, he shrugs and approaches the bar, coughing slightly as the warm air reacts with his chilled lungs. Before he gets there something garish catches his eye *

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[capt_angie]

[ooc: I hereby decree through the magic of Millitime(TM) that this and any other threads Angie may particpiate in tonight happen before this as yet unfinished slow timed thread.]

*Angie comes downstairs looking rather tired and upset. She's wearing comfort clothes: an oversized grey jumper and a pair of old jeans.

The Line is trailing her but for once she doesn't really care.*

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Enter Bruce. Who immediately spots the Christmas tree.

"Christmas? Christmas!"

He is very pleased with this. For the moment.

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[lochiel.livejournal.com]

He quietly comes downstairs, right hand bandaged, and puts a folded piece of paper on the bar, before heading back upstairs.

( To Gil )

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[chairman-ohtori.livejournal.com]

Akio comes in from the upstairs quarters - his hair is still pulled back with a aqua-colored ball into a ponytail. He has [OOC: been wearing... but the mun neglected to mention] a small metallic silver-white hoop through his left ear, and also still wears a dress shirt and pressed slacks - impeccably dressed.

He smoothes his hair back with one hand as he enters the bar -- then sees the Christmas tree, and the young lady adorned with candles and pine, handing out cookies. He smiles, deeply, and makes his way over to the bar, ordering something warm and liquored - Christmas-y.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways Post]

Hydeover

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

And here's Hyde, dressed in the same clothes that he's been wearing the last several days. The difference: the expression on his face is a lot grumpier this morning.

He's hunched over a cup of coffee and a huge-ass breakfast plate, a cigarette smoldering in a nearby ashtray that he occasionally drags off of. Currently he's got a giant piece of sausage speared on his fork. He goes back and forth between glowering at it and actually eating it.

Someone's hungover. While this isn't rare in Milliways, it is Hyde's first Milliways hangover. Somebody give the boy a medal.

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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

*Baldrick finishes his work in the kitchen, and meanders into the bar. He removes his hairnet, and his long, dirty, unkempt hair rains down his face and shoulders.

He picks at his nose and stands, doing nothing.*

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[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

And in walks Natasha, through the front door, a bit of Chaos leaking in and dissipating mostly harmlessly as soon as the door closes behind him.

He looks around for a moment, and then seats himself at a table, with newspaper and café au lait, once more.