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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

((Upstairs in Warren's room following the fight with Michael earlier today:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/notinthefett/2835.html))

A tall slim girl walks down the stairs in a daze.

He must be dreaming.

She keeps touching her hair.

He's sure it can't possibly be real.

The girl's name is Katrina Silber. Or, it was.

Warren Meers killed her.

Warren Meers currently finds himself inhabiting her body.

He's not happy.

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Armand stands on a chair beside an undecorated 10-foot pine tree, and shouts over the noise of the bar.

"'Scuse me, if you'd all be so kind, we're decorating the Christmas Tree now. It's tradition on my Earth to decorate a tree twelve days before the day of Christmas, and to take it down twelve days after again.

"So, if anyone would like to join us, we have plenty of decorations to be hung. Just come on over!"

And he climbs down again, smiling, and taking up the first decoration (an iced ginger-bread man) he hooks it on carefully.

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[stbethadettes]

Beth and Spike, both dusted lightly with snow, come through the door leading to the lake. They make their way to a table by the fire.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Having helped to bring in the Christmas tree and to decorate it, Asar-Suti goes back upstairs, much later in the day or night than he's used to, but it was a lot of fun. With almost no added darkness, angst, or snark.

Instead, magic lights, throwing nuts, and cats. Those are very good things as well. On the chair by the fire, there's still the copy of "The Silmarillion" he conjured earlier.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: a few hours after this]

When David comes downstairs, there is a fully decorated Christmas tree in the corner of the bar next to the observation window.

It doesn't alleviate his bad mood, and he sulks into a booth, sending a mental "hello" to Armand, who just smiles back from beside the tree.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard gets dressed and pulls the duvet up over David and Armand. David is finally asleep it seems. Good.

He walks down to the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton comes into the bar.

It's just luck and mun providence that he hasn't met Other Crichton yet.

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[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

...and in comes Other!Crichton.

Real Crichton's at the bar on the other side of the room. The two Crichtons don't see each other. Yet.

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[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

Once again, Natasha sits at a table, espresso and newspaper to hand.

Do not ask him what happened last night, with the conversation with the French ballerina and her redheaded aunt.

He's still thinking about it.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Were Isabel not an alien, she would probably look like hell right now, from crying all night. But her powers enable her to do away with puffiness and red eyes in a simple swipe of hand. She is good at this trick. Isabel is more impeccably dressed than she has been, a simple black dress covering her frame, hair pulled back and loosely curled. If Michael weren't locked up, he'd know immediately that something was probably very wrong. But Michael isn't here. So to the casual observer Isabel just looks good. But maybe, just maybe, a truly observant would notice that everything seems a little too perfect...

She sits down at the bar, a happy bright smile on her face.

[ooc: sometimes, just sometimes, it helps to actually post under milliways, instead of your own journal...heh]

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

Corwin enters and plops down at the nearest table.

He is bored. Bored bored bored bored.

Being able to walk to an infinite number of different worlds, you'd think he'd just go find something to do... but he'd rather sit here in this bar sulking so that everyone knows he's bored.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie. Guitar. Quiet corner.

The music is old and reverent. His voice is soft.

"Fall on your knees . . . oh hear the angels' voices. O Night divine . . . O night when Christ was born . . . O Night . . ." His voice reaches up to the high note and holds it sweetly as his eyes slip closed. "Divine . . ." His voice slides down again and falls silent as the guitar finishes the phrase. O night, o night divine.

He smiles to himself. He does like this one.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar.

She's been in the bar for a while, but is now Officially in the bar because her mun was too lazy to make an entrance post she has her coffee and is ready to face the world.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Stockings have appeared on the fireplace. Red stockings, with names embroidered on them. Everyone who is an employee of the bar has one, including Broom and the Oompa Loompas (one for all. Erp). Bernard's, Bigby's, and Anthy's are a bit larger than the rest, as the heads of their respective staffs. If one were to really take a look at all of them, one might notice that Valentine doesn't have one. Interesting, that.

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki strides into the bar looking rather bored. He goes over and gets a drink from one of the waitrats and takes a seat in a dark booth*

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[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

The young Peter wanders into the main area, this time from the direction of the elusive Milliways Bathrooms. (Yes, he found them. Somehow.) He stops in front of the fireplace, and gives a certain stocking an odd look.

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[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow pushes the bar door open and stares, frowning a little. She's dressed in expensive green silks as opposed to the ordinary tunic and trousers but the high boots are still intact. Her floor-length hair is elaborately coiled at the back of her head and hung with gold.

"Damn," she mutters. "I'll never get anything done at the blasted Guildhouse if I keep ending up back here."

She sighs and takes a table, pulling out a dagger to toss.

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post-Milliways last night]

Jake comes inside from by the lake, circles under his eyes and rumpled clothing evidence enough that he's spent the night out there. He takes a seat a few tables away from the elf - no sense in getting hit with a poorly flung knife - and rests his chin in his hands.

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

He looks about, seeing the holiday decorations. It's been too long, he thinks, since he's seen such holiday cheer. All that red. He should blend in nicely.

He looks for waiter or a rat, and hopes to get some tea.

And wonders if that other speedster is about.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren comes downstairs.

So does Katrina.

Because he's still her.

Sleep will not be happening for any extended period of time, so coffee must be.

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Enter Frankie, looking... uncomfortable.

And confused.

He sees Meg and Regulus, and heads over.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel sighs, returning once again to the bar. Warren hasn't been by to see her, so apparently he's just mad and her note didn't help one bit...since he's mad she's glad she doesn't see him in the bar. She's also glad she doesn't see Tim anywhere around. She isn't happy, however, that Michael's nowhere to be seen. Boo.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wanders into the bar, watering can in hand. She notices the watering can, gives it a funny look, and carefully stores it by the coatrack before heading off to get some tea. Tea in hand, she moves toward the fireplace, and stops, surprised, to examine a stocking with her name on it.*

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

Link enters the bar, amazingly light on his feet for someone who was wearing what looked like sturdy boots. Must be the Elf in him. He undoes the strap holding his sword and shield to his back and sits down at the nearest available table. He took off his hat, too (pullin' out the big guns) and placed it with his stuff, leaning against his chair on the floor. Oooooh yeah, he's sexy. You know you love it.

Remembering something, he writes in an alphabet that was a cross between Norse Runes and Kuneiform. Good ol' Hylian. He pads over to the notice board and pins it on, hoping that it would yeild results soonish. Although no one could read it, it said quite clearly in Hylian:

LOST: One Fairy. Answers to the name Navi. Default colour blue, changes colour in accordance to different situations. Gives advice that is often unwanted, especially in the middle of combat. If seen, please contact Link, Hero of Time, (he'd added that in because he felt it might aid the search if his flashy title could get some respect and cooperation) with details.

Reward: Open for debate. Minimun 500 Rupees.

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[greebo-the-cat.livejournal.com]

Greebo wanders into the bar, his tail held high. He had been taunting the demon bunny, but that game was ruined when he grinned at it and happened to show his sharp teeth, causing it to make a strategic withdrawal.

N'yuck, N'yuck, N'yuck

[-stooge-.livejournal.com]

Curly is dressed rather ordinarily, in his bowler hat, brown jacket, white shirt and black pants. A typical man of the 1930s. Rather proud of himself, he has a cigar and is quite enjoying it. Being something the rich own (and he isn't rich) he helps himself to Cigars whenever possible. Besides, Moe ruined his list two by walking into him and smushing the cigar. He has his feet up on the table and is listening to the music of a radio he must have brought in, judging by the fact it was ancient. He'd probably found it in the rubbish and it turned out to be sorta working.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace was back in her favorite corner booth, with the book she had been reading last night, but this time she was nibbling on fish and chips that she had gotten from Gil. She was keeping a weather-eye out for Bigby though, despite her apparent attention to her book.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

First thing that morning, even before going for his bath but there was no one about so it didn't matter that he was a bit grubby, Gil had crept into the bar to see the tree.

It was quite, quite beautiful and he had spent a few moments admiring it then rather longer carrying water to pour on the earth packed around its roots. It wasn't going to go thirsty if he could help it. Then he had gone outside and had his wash.

Now back inside, in the warm, he was making more candy canes and singing Christmas carols to himself - shepherd ones because he was, after all, making little stripey shepherd's crooks. He wasn't making a particularly nice noise but most of the rats who were squeaking along were tone deaf so it didn't much matter.

He was also thinking about contrasts.

Yesterday - it had begun with finding David, so cold, so quiet, so hurting in the staff corridor. Gil had sat with him for a while but still had no idea why he had been so sad. But the day had ended with such fun - fetching the tree with Armand and Sooty - who was a contrast in himself, laughing with Armand but so anguished with Mr Lochiel.

And himself of course - just a few weeks ago hanging a seashell around the delicate neck of the most beautiful elf girl in creation, happy and secure, knowing he was loved and now alone again with his rats. He should, he thought, be crying not singing. But food needed to be cooked and candy canes needed to be made and this afternooon he'd make a start on the puddings. Really he was far too busy to mope and moan.

So he carried on stirring the boiling sugar singing In Dulce Jubilo very much off-key.

I Never Tried To Reach Your Eden

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: And Then The Nightmares Come]

David enters the bar quietly and takes some food to a booth where he sits, contemplating life, the universe and everything. the food on his plate.

He looks better for the little sleep he'd gotten, but still doesn't look good.

At least he could smile today if he tried.

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

[OOC: Ron receives the letter from Tom, isn't happy about it, and sends one back.

Written in cahoots with Hermione-mun, and, dude, Krum, where are you?]

Ron and Hermione traipsed over from the the direction of the rooms. They were bickering. Of course, they were always bickering, so it was no surprise. This subject was one that they often bickered about. "...You really need to be more mature, Ron," Hermione was saying. "You jump right into things, and never think your actions through--"

"Okay!" he said in a mock-enthusiastic voice. "Next time, I'll think first before punching the dark lord in the face, so he has time to pull out his wand and curse me!"

He started clearing off tables. Stupid punishment. Stupid Hermione, following him around, still lecturing: "You're not listening to me. You never stop to think before you do anything," Hermione said sternly. "What if he HAD been Voldemort, hmm? You could be dead right now, Ron." She looked worried.

Ron rolled his eyes, as he scrubbed a table with a washcloth. "First of all, he's still the one that did the diary. Second of all, he could have killed me right there if I hadn't done anything--"

"He could have killed you before then, too, but he didn't, did he," Hermione pointed out.

Ron paused in mid-scrub and looked thoughtful. He turned to face her "He could have, couldn't he..." She nodded slowly. "Why didn't he...?" Ron mused.

"Maybe they're telling the truth. Maybe this Tom Riddle really is from some alternate world--"

"Well, I still don't trust him," Ron said stubbornly, scrubbing away, and Hermione just threw her arms up and sighed.

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[blue_ajah]

*After Healing Angelo and dealing with the events immediately following, Moiraine moves away from the small group toward her usual table. En route, she stops by the bar and, after a murmur to Holly, collects a glass of spiced wine.*

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 2)

She glides down the stairs, looking around with a smile.

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

There is an old piano in the corner of the bar; Peter remembers this from his early days visiting, and pulls the sheet from it, reverently. Not a baby grand, certainly, but more than adequate. Elegant fingers touch keys slowly.

Greensleeves was my delight...

Plink plink; and in tune, too.

Tea Variation #82 is placed on one end, where there is room, and he seats himself calmly. He begins to play, softly and thoughtfully, not wanting to disturb; it sounds like Bach, for now, but he could be persuaded to change.

He defaults to Bach, whenever he is worrying a problem out.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar from out back, where she'd gone to check the lake hopefully for signs of a returned Mr. Julia. There were no such signs, so she is now back inside, looking forlorn.*

[OOC: Warning for extreme language. Yes, from Meg and Val. *hides*]

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel leaves Michael's Cell and sits down in the bar with a sigh. She needs a friend. Any friend. She ponders making a sign that says 'Needed, A Friend'. But she doesn't.

On the roof...

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki sits on the roof, his black clothed shoulders now white from the falling snow. His wings also appear white; the snow covering most of the gray that his wings have now become. he sits on the edge of the roof, staring down at David as he cries. He looks small from here. His mind races with thoughts. They are starting to linger longer now, leaving more impressions than they had been before.

Speak to him.

Hold him.

Tell him you love him.

Say you're sorry.

What is wrong with you?

Why don't you just die?*


[ooc: For plot purposes please no one but David and Natasha post here]

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Windows 95 enters, looking less merry than the season would require; her normal "calmly cheerful" demeanour has been downgraded to just "calm." In all other respects, though, she seems pretty normal (or what passes for it here). Pensively, she makes her way to the bar again, getting her usual order of RAM.

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[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia glides down from the guest rooms. she is wearing clothes that the man last night gave her. They aren't much different than her outit had been just longer skirt and a see thru blouse. She still has her fishnets and heels on. She looks around the bar she doesn't see Akio. So she walks around the bar seeing what all there is to see. This place almost makes the castle look boring

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand
Just holding your hand
We're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairy land

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we
We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be
Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Valentine walks into the bar. If she's a bit more sullen in her bounce than usual, a bit less bright with her song, perhaps it's ust tiredness. Perhaps it's not. She takes a tray from the bar, and a mug of tea with an odd semi-circular and pointed symbol in red on a white background. She blinks at it and sighs, sitting on a stool, and humming a bit to herself.

[ooc: Warning, mun's net is flaky tonight. Profuse apologies for any random cutting out.]

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wanders down from the room, feeling somewhat better for his earlier run downstairs for food, and tries not to think about everything that was said last night. Instead he focuses on the the happy things that had happened today...and drinks his blood from the mug with a smile...until he tastes it.

"Is that hamburger?"

He shrugs. Least it's a change.

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[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

And after a moment, there's Hestia.

She doesn't look pleased. But perhaps it's just too much time on Olympus.

Leaving her hearth unattended is still...troublesome.

But maybe she just wants to see some family.

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo wanders in from the staff quarters and looks around.

[ooc edit: now includes violence]

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[not_that_spike]

Well, damn.

Spike is actually smiling.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs grinning from ear to ear. She is in an amazing mood. She pulls a notebook out of her purse and sits at a table writing. *

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in, violin in hand. Edielweiss is on his shoulder, watching the bar from her high perch. He saunters over to the bar and seeks a waiter-rat to get him a drink.*

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[thunderbird-1.livejournal.com]

*Scott enters through the front door as usual, looking as though the weight of the world is off his shoulders. He sees the Christmas tree and smiles as he heads over to the bar*

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[granny-esme.livejournal.com]

The front door swings open, and a slight woman in black enters.

There's a very pointy hat on the top of her head, secured by several very large hatpins.

Adorning the hat as well is a purple rose.





"Well. Been a while since I've been here. You going to go back to not acting like a rose, then?"

The rose unwinds itself from the hat, and moves down to the woman's wrist.


The woman sighs, and starts to look for rum for the rose.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

[ooc: this morning]

Kestrel comes downstairs, hoping to find either David or Nick.

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Frankie... well. He's been around, today.

He still has a headache.

He's still wearing clothes whose origins he still hasn't ascertained.





... he needs a drink.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sits by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate and a pile of shiny, offensively fire-engine red plastic material. She is attempted in some way to mend it.*

[OOC: Mun may be occasionally interrupted. Will still be here.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is wandering around the bar, seemingly aimlessly. He's been doing weird things these past couple of nights. The whole Isabel/Warren thing. That kiss. Damn it Tim. Doesn't matter if she looked like she needed it, she's got a.... well, he's a girl right now, so we'll just say significant other and leave it at that. The stupid Weaselys. Damn it. Having to throw good guys in jail, thats deffinently an action worth watching Tim. Play it low, avoid suspicion, even the freaks who can sense my "Dark" ((And yes, he thinks in quotations)) will start questioning themselves. I hope. Gods. I could do a lot better without emotions. He pauses, lifting his head to glare around the room.*

That was NOT a request.

*And then he's back to his mopings. Gods, I wonder if i'll have to sentence Michael too? Why is it i'm the one handing down sentences? Well, probably cause i'm the one who's here all the ruddy time. Bigby has his kids, Alanna has her duties in her home, Anakin.... Is doing the good guy thing, and probably has no stomach for such, and lord alone knows where the hell Raph has gotten to. Tim slumps into a chair, staring into the fireplace. oh, and Faith. Maybe he could teach her some of that stuff. Maybe not. Hey, Bernards back, i wonder if i can just pass the buck. No, probably not. I hate the sound of exploding body parts.*

Al?

*Tim looks. The rat scurries.*

Hey man, how you doin?

*Tim listens to the various squeaks and rat noises, nodding.*

Sounds good m'man. Here, can you grab me a tea please? Thanks man.

*And he flips the rodent a gold coin.*

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

There, look - Krum's in! Better late than never He's dressed in Muggle clothes, a result of his (in his mind, temporary) Bound-ness.

He spots some familiar faces and heads straight over.

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Elphaba enters with the intention of getting as spectacularly drunk as is possible.

After last night, she needs it.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes downstairs, moving slowly.*

*The bloodstained scarf's been replaced by a gauze-and-tape bandage on the side of his neck, and there's only a mild bruising on his forehead now.*

*He heads for the buffet, and gets a roast beef sandwich. Beef has iron in it! Iron is good for you! Especially if you've, you know, lost blood recently.*

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander comes down stairs, looking tired yet somehow content.

One would notice, if one were to know to notice such a thing, that Xander no longer has bandages nor wounds on his head. Funny that.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David enters the bar, ashen-faced, and carrying Angelo in his arms.

Neither of them look great, but Angelo's been knocked out.

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia walks down the stairs, She's wearing a now completely clean Doors tshirt and a smirk... and nothing else... Ok not really she has pants on but... She looks around the bar for fun people to talk to*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar. So people can, like, talk to her, and stuff. Also, if anybody needs thrown through a wall, she's pretty good at that.

The Adventurer's new clothes

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Sporting a rather nice leather jacket which he had simply found in his closet this morning along with an assortment of other new clothes, Indy saunters into the bar from upstairs. The unexplained wardrobe additions also include the casual gray button-down shirt and black tie which he also has on tonight. Just to top off the effect, he's clean shaven for once — a point illustrated by his frequent rubs at the unnaturally smooth cheeks, as if it somehow feels wrong. Nevertheless, new clothes... new Indy... for a while anyway *

* He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, watching people's expressions carefully for a tell tale smirk that might give away the mysterious benefactor. Seeing nothing untoward, he scratches his forehead and wanders over to the bar. Rizzo trots up and peers at him with an inquiring squeak *

I know... I have no idea where they came from either. But, you know what they say...

* A blank look from the serving rat *
Oh... ok... you don't.

* he chuckles *
They say "never look a gift horse in the mouth"... so I'm not.

* The rodent rolls its eyes, much to Indy's amusement *
How about something befitting the occasion my good rat. A glass of Atlantean perhaps?

* This choice receives a chirrup of approval from Rizzo, and off he goes to fetch it *