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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: What happened to lead to this]

The door to Milliways blasts open, and Isabel comes literally flying through. She lands on the ground with a huge thud and lays there, completely unconscious. She has a laptop case, the bag of clothes Val packed, and another small bag. She's also covered in scrapes and bruises. A bit of debris enters with her.

Welcome...to Hydeville.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Although it cannot be scientifically proven, the Steven Hyde-sightings in the bar have been increasing.

That's because the bar will now give him things like cheese fries without him ever having to talk to a rodent.

He's there now, hunched over the counter, cracking open peanuts and making a pattern out of the shells (rather like in the icon). He has his own can of Budweiser with him. He doesn't care if it's processed piss; beer is beer.

All in all he looks kinda sulky, for Hyde. He'd probably be sulkier if he knew he didn't have a free room anymore. Ignorance is bliss!

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander makes his way down into the bar, very wary of his surroundings. Once again, for the second time in his life, he's new in the bar. And a bit scared.

He stands near the foot of the staircase and just looks around at the people.

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[v_knidh8er]

There is a faint sound of highpitched classical music, and then the door in the front of the bar swings open violently.
Two of the larger Loompas throw the Littlest Loompa^tm out the door, and then proceed to brush their hands off before turning to go back inside.
A third Loompa places a sign on the outside of the door. It reads: HELP WANTED.

He makes sure it is firmly secured to the door before slamming it behind him.

The Little guy remains on the floor for a few moments, before getting to his feet, and shuffling back to the bar. He taps on the barside and a small roomkey appears.
Without so much as a word, he climbs the stairs.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith walks up to the bar, her expression very somber, and quietly requests writing materials. When they've appeared, she sits down and writes the following two letters...

( Letter for Bernard )

( Letter to Bigby )

When the letters are finished, she addresses them and puts them on the bar. "Will you deliver those for me? Thanks." She pats the bar, then puts her head in her hands, muttering about paradoxes. The Tylenol and diet soda that appear are completely unexpected, but she's grateful.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy, empty cup in hand, follows Meg toward the counter. When they pass the entrance, she stops to frown at all the dirt tracked onto the floor.*

Meg, one moment --

*She heads for the broom closet.*

*The broom closet that even now holds Mr. Julia Fruitnugget's giant inflatable cousin.*

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters. Half a step into the room, his head whips around and he stiffens for a moment; then he hurries towards the broom closet with a swift determined stride.*

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways]

Good thing Yrael's playing....

[2woolongdatadog.livejournal.com]

Ein comes in from the Great Outsideness, the familiar fabric roll tucked into his collar... but this time, he also carries what appears to be a foamed plastic ball in his mouth. He's carrying it with some care and attention, not like a toy. When he reaches the Bar, he sets it down gently before greeting the Lady of the House then discussing decorating with wait-rats.

In short order, the next Day of Christmastide is hung next to the eight other stitched banners:

He watches and utters a 'Wan!' of approval when they're done making sure everything's level and neatly spaced. Then he looks around to see if he can accomplish his other errand... but he neither sees nor smells Beth-human in the bar at the moment. Shrugging mentally, he decides against climbing the stairs to look; he'll wait down here for a while and see who he can see. There's a relatively safe (as in, unlikely to be stepped on) spot right here at the end of the Bar. Ein curls up around his mysterious white object and appears to nap.

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

Link comes downstairs clutching his forehead with one hand, the other on the banister to stop himself from taking a tumble down the stairs. Hangovers and sudden bright lights are a great way to get your neck broken.

He flopped down at any old booth, slapped his right hand onto the table and spread his fingers. In his left hand, he produced a shiny shiny knife.

Thock, thock, thock, thock, thock, thock. Knife games are fun! And he hasn't knicked himself yet! Ahh, but the day is still young, there's hope for that yet.

Aaaaand after a good rousing on by Yrael and Kibeth, Link has stopped playing the game. Very much so.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

{This is after two OOM posts. Here, and here. }

Richard walks down the Staff Quarter steps dressed in an old and worn set of clothes and carrying his backpack. He steps behind the bar, ties on his apron, and pins up a notice.

ATTN: Bernard, Bartleby, Dionysus, Holden, Kibeth, and Gil~

I'm leaving for a few days. There are things I've left neglected in my homeworld that I need to look after. I'll be back when I'm finished with them. Sorry for the short notice.

~R. O. Mayhew


"What'll it be?"

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs.

His hair is still purple, and he looks conent again, no longer hung over from funny cookies. He's not going to try those again, funny though it was at the time.

He walks to the bar and asks for a pot of coffee and some pain au chocolat; it can never be the wrong time of day for pain au chocolat.

With that, and his own purple mug, he wanders over to his favourite chair by the fireplace, where he settles down to read 'The Silmarillion'.

He's almost finished the book by now. He's already reached the part with Maglor wandering forever by the shores of the sea, never seen again by anyone; and wonders how they knew, if he wasn't seen. But you can't ask such questions of this book.-

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[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Brooding after being broken by Faith]

Angel walks to the bar with three letters, which he hands to the bar, asking it to deliver them only to their recipients unless he himself comes to collect them first.

( For Faith )

( For Buffy )

( For Alanna )

Then he goes to sit in a corner.

Exeunt

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard hangs up his apron and puts his jacket and backpack on. He sighs and gives Milliways one last look before grabbing a shotglass and heading out the front door.






{Richard is now here in neverways }

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[thecoolone]

( owl post )

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

[OOC:post this]

Jake comes downstairs and pauses at the bar briefly before going out to the lake.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes in through the front door, dressed more smartly than usual for his visits to the bar. His hands are in the pockets of his suit jacket, making it impossible to see if anything else is in there.

He looks tired, tense and unhappy.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is walking rather stiltedly today. She is aching from last night's swordplay lessons. She goes up to the bar and asks for beer, and goes to collapse on the sofa by the fire.

Despite being in pain, she is smiling. After all, the fire is warm, and she is learning something.

(no subject)

[maybeazatarc]

Martouf comes into the bar, carrying a notebook and a pen... like always. He gets something to drink from the bar, then wanders about the bar a bit, until he sees Elaine.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in and heads to the bar, where he orders a glass of goat's milk. One sip is taken from the glass before he runs a pale hand back through his white hair and puts his violin to his shoulder to begin playing. The delicate sounds of Paganini's "La Campanella" sing sweetly through the bar.*

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[landofblacksand.livejournal.com]

Mozenrath wanders down from his room. What he's been doing, no one can tell...but he's been very quiet. Xerxes hisses and sniggers around his head, bobbing around until the lord of the black sands baps him gently over the head and gives him a Look. He sits down at the bar.

"Tonight is a night for wine, I believe..."

And there it is. He gives a raised eyebrow at the glass.

"Well, this is new."

He takes a sip. Not bad.

"I approve."

~ sparring ~

[macleod_connor]

Connor heads toward the back door, drawing his katana from beneath his coat as he goes. He takes a quick look back to make sure Angel is coming along.

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee's in the bar again, looking suspiciously quiet at a booth.

Maybe she's just taking a break from her life for a little while; she does have enough things to worry about

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[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius is sitting at a table, sipping a cup of tea, his brow furrowed in thought.

Something is obviously bothering him.

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[thecoolone]

Bill walks through the door, the hawk owl perched on his shoulder. He looks better than he has since he arrived. As he moves past the bar it produces a cup of tea prepared as he likes it; he half-bows to it and moves to a nearby table.

The owl dips her beak into the tea and takes a sip, churring quietly. Bill lays Dumbledore's parchment out on the table and, with the remnant of the conjured pencil, continues his Arithmancy calculations. Every so often he looks up to see who might have entered.

His wand is tucked firmly into the loop on his belt. After all, one can never be too prepared.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Carefully and slowly, Asar-Suti guides a rather drunken Aidan upstairs, unobtrusively getting him to master one step of the stairs at a time.

Well, master. It takes grand effort for Aidan to be certain the stairs are not going to move out from under him, and he takes them one at a time - two feet on each.

Once they reach the top, Aidan points down a hallway. "There is wall all the way. I think I can prop myself up from here." The former Dark God lets go of him and leans on the corner - he is not going near Lochiel, no, he isn't. He accepts Aidan's thanks and then watches him make his way slowly down the corridor, holding on to the wall. He winces every time the Cheysuli bumps against somebody else's door, then observes him opening a door rather meticulously and slowly with his key, and falling inside.

Okay, he's safe and in Tye's hands.

Asar-Suti goes to his own room and throws himself down on his big, barbaric bed full of black fur and purple blankets, strangely elated, hopeful and resigned at the same time, and stares at the purple flames with which his candles burn.

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[walksthebounds]

Somewhere in the bar where they won't get stepped on is a lump of teenaged boy made up in fact of two. By now the taller one has rolled off the other, and they are instead curled slightly around one another. Every now and then one of them talks slightly in his sleep.

They've been sleeping since the wee hours of New Year's Day. When they'll wake up is anyone's guess.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He looks back at the painting, and vows that some day he'll make Tom sit down and explain it. Even if he doesn't understand, he wants to know.

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[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OoM]

The door opens, and Christian's face is a mix of confused and surprised.

"Oh, this place again?"

And stepping over the threshold, he looks around, noticing for the first time that there are Christmas decorations.

"Strange."

That they'd been there last time he visited means nothing. He was drunk then; he's not now.

"Ah well."

He looks around for a wait-rat, and upon not seeing one, makes his way to the bar to look for a bartender.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR drives back in the bar from the lake, feeling rather pleased with himself after figuring out how to play a game with Ecco. His scanner flicks back and forth slowly as he scans the bar, hoping to pick up on Kitt's signature...or notice something of interest, at least.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana comes downstairs, having lurked for the last two days and not really going into the bar itself.

There wasn't any real reason for it, she had just wanted to be in one place where she didn't have to worry about anything.

Despite the fading bruises, she looks well-rested and content. At least here she was safe, no one to come after her.

Sitting at the bar, she runs a hand on the well-polished counter before making her request.

" Strawberries, please, and with something hot. And coffee. " She asks while stifling a yawn. Zeke doesn't know he started a new addiction by giving her the little red fruits a few nights ago.

Pancakes with strawberries and syrup appear on the table as well as a mug of coffee.

" Thank you."

Now she was even happy for now there was food.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom walks through the painting from the House of Arch, looking distracted and a little tired. He sees Bernard and makes his way to the bar.*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar, seated at a table nursing a glass of something suspiciously non-alcoholic and looking upset and a little frightened. This can only be bad news.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Out Of Milliways, at the Ministry of Magic]

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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel comes into the bar, and for once he is neither crying nor looking like he plans to. He looks tired, very very tired, but he can't quite stop the grin on his face. Good news then. Yay, Daniel.

(no subject)

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

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

Leia walks in and heads towards the bar. As she moves, she scans the room, clearly looking for someone.

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[coming-west.livejournal.com]

[ OOM Post]

Cally walks into the bar and looks around, trying her best to look composed, but her nervousness is still fairly obvious.

It's not a dream. She isn't sure if that's disappointing or not. The bar is much more busy than it was last night.

Trying not to draw attention to herself, she goes over to a far corner of the bar. Imitating what she saw Svava do last night, she says quietly, "Queen Anne tea, please. And a cinnamon bun." She glances around quickly, hoping no one is watching lest it doesn't work. She is talking to a bar top, after all.

Much to her relief, what she orders appears on the bar. Gratefully she sits down and begins to eat, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, while still keeping an eye on what's going on in the bar.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

[oom: Morning Schmoopyness]

Isabel walks downstairs with Warren's hand in her own. As they reach a booth she waits for him to sit and then takes her place in his lap. Yay for the cuddly couple. But feel free to talk to them.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and in comes Mina and Joe. Between them, not the one steamer trunk they left with, but two, one stacked on top of the other. Mr. Q sits on her shoulder, while Jack reclines on the top trunk, looking like a black furry sphinx. Mina nods to the closest empty table and they carry the trunks to it, then gently set them down. She heaves a sigh of happiness as they sit down.

As much fun as it was to go home, it's good to be back with her friends.

Happy Hour Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard strolls out of the Staff Quarters warily.

After yesterday, he is tempted to just stay in bed forever. Preferably accompanied.

He walks behind the bar and sees Richard's note, frowning, then jumps as a letter appears for him on the bar. Just then, Hestia flies into the bar, followed by Huma, with a letter. He reads the Bar letter first, his brow furrowed, then tucks it in his pocket.

Crowley's letter, he opens last, and passes a hand over his eyes when he's finished.

He sits on a stool behind the bar and writes two letters.*

( Letter to Faith )

( Letter to Crowley )

*He ties one letter to Hestia as she drinks some water from the dish which materialized after she landed, and allows the bar to absorb the other. He sits for a few more minutes, just looking at the bar around him, before scribbling out a notice:

Attention all Patrons:

As some of you may know, there was a catastrophic tsunami in the Indian Ocean on December 26th in a certain version of Earth. The death toll as of this morning topped 160,000.

We are able to reach this particular Earth through the House of Arch, and are now collecting goods to help the relief effort.

Please donate anything you feel you can spare: old clothes and blankets, etc.

We will be sending out shipments by owl and eagle as often as we can.

--The Mgmt.

*Bernard pins the note on the message board next to Richard's and turns to face the bar.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour!

Specials tonight are Cosmopolitans and Hoegaarden.

Food specials are-- *he cranes his neck towards the kitchen*

--rosemary chicken with garlic potatoes and asparagus,

and the Ubiquitous Curry Something or Other.

*He sits back and lights a cigarette.*

What'll you have?

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Written in the Stars]

Armand steps lightly downstairs, clutching Richard's blue jumper about himself, face still streaked with tears. He slept, at least for an hour more.

He looks at the bar, and Richard's not there.

He looks at the noticeboard, and there's a note there, too.

He makes his way to the fireplace, and sits feet from it, staring into the flames.

Richard has really left.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy is not in the mood for happy hour fun tonight. Ignoring the 243 in progress on the other side of the room, he orders a whiskey from Bernard and retreats to a table in a more quiet part of the bar. After a chuckle at the fracas and an idle perusal of tonight's other customers, he pulls another egg out his pocket carefully *

* It's the same sort of egg as yesterday and appeared mysteriously in his bed during the night in just the same way. It also seems to be invoking the same puzzled frowns. The bespectacled professor eventually leans back and sips at his drink, while curiously tossing the egg up and down in his free hand *

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

He has Val's gift mostly done, and has moved out into the bar to finish it. He has a feeling she will be wanting it soon, with what Luke told him the other night.

He sits at a table and works, occasionally glancing up at the room around him.

(no subject)

[un-stabler.livejournal.com]

Pretty much everyone in the bar is used to the door opening with a fair amount of force, but it's not often that the door is actually KICKED open like this.

And when it is, a lone man rushes in, holding a gun in front of him. He's dressed in street clothes, with his chest protected by a heavy (bulletproof?) vest, and a windbreaker with the legend "NYPD" on the back. He also has some sort of badge around his neck, presumably representative of his status with the NYPD.

As he moves into the room, he waves the gun around, checking for hostiles. "Alright, everyone! Get down on the floor! NYPD! This is a raid!"

Given the way he's carrying on, you'd think he had at least ten men backing him up.

He probably thinks he does too.

(no subject)

[blue_eyed_lord]

And there he is, in all his glory black, well tailored clothing. The Black Rider strides calmly into Milliways bar, black suitcase in hand.

Tonight, he chooses a nice roomy booth to do his evil deeds inventory in.

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: Out of Milliways]

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream, like a dark mist folding out of nothing into being. He is seated in his throne, a hand propping up his chin. It, also, fades in from nothing into nearly-solid shapes. Ever shifting, ever something different. He smiles, slightly, and reaches out to touch the bar gently;

"I am pleased for you."

He comments, softly, before looking at the rest of the bar.

(no subject)

[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

Schroeder walks into the bar again, although this time he's lacking headphones and seems to have more of an idea where he is. The scarf is still present, and he gets attached to the door handle for a moment before heading over to stand vaguely near the piano. Not too near. Not showing an interest. Nope.

(no subject)

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter enters from the House of Arch. Once in, he sticks a thank-you note to Regulus Black on the bulletin board, then goes over to the bar to see what's on special for tonight. Since the choice is between rosemary chicken and curry, it is strictly no contest. Peter gets a plate of rosemary chicken, along with potato and asparagus, scans the room for a place to sit, then wanders over in the direction of Anakin's table.

Enter the Head Alien

[head-alien.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

*He fades in gradually on top of the bar, no more than three or four feet tall, encased entirely in a purple space suit. With boot and a cape.

He's sprawled face down, with a nasty, orange-bleeding wound in his back and another one on his head. As he lays there, they slowly heal over, and finally the suit seals itself over, leaving no marks at all...visibly, anyway. If there're scars, they're beneath the suit.

He's mumbling.*

Right...in the back...how did you know...my favorite death?

Huh?

*He looks up. Around. And jumps to his feet, doing a little victory dance*

Whoo! Alive again! In your face, Walkertons! Head Alien 3, Death 0!

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[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine glides downstairs and into the bar, collecting tea and settling at her favored table. She is perhaps somewhat inconspicuous in her dark blue, high-necked woolen dress, save for the flash of light that gleams from a silver tree-shaped pendant at her throat.*

(no subject)

[badluck-kitty.livejournal.com]

The front door is still open to the New York skyline.  The distinct sound of police sirens can be heard fast approaching.

"BONZI!!!!!!!"

Enter the Black Cat!

She swings into the bar.  She attempts, at any rate.  Her super extendable graffling claw meets the doorway with a loud clunk.  "Shit!"  The hit sends her flying.  Go, flying kitty, go!  Well trained reflexes save her again, and she goes into a shoulder roll once she connects with floor.  She is up like shot in the next instant, pulling back her graffling claw with a quick motion of her wrist.  With a swift kick, the door slams shut, loudly enough to reverberate through the whole bar.

"Nothing like a night on the town."  She takes in the really not abandoned warehouse around her.  "Hello!  What have we got here?"

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly wanders downstairs wearing a new outfit, this of course just means different blouse and jeans but still. She goes over to the bar and sits. *

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There's what looks like a white cat on the bar, asleep. It kicks every so often in its sleep, its tail twitching.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val wanders into the bar from the lake, snow in her hair, and her cheeks slightly pink. Her eyes are twinkling, and she's whistling, something rather unrecognizable. She grabs her tray from the bar, still wound in green ribbons, and plops on a stool. Val is on duty.

(no subject)

[tightsofjustice.livejournal.com]

*there's a strident laugh outside, and a fanfare of trumpets.


Enter Robin of Loxley.


Who promptly double-takes, and draws his shiny, shiny sword*


What treachery is this?

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wanders in, holding a length of red plastic and a needle. She stores them in the broom closet, and glances around the room -- fortunately, she doesn't see this (or maybe it's over), but she does notice Indy's egg.*

(no subject)

[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme enters looking, if nothing else, well-rested. Maybe everything's starting to settle a bit. Or maybe it's just denial. Either way, she settles on a stool and orders a cup of tea.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

Wash ambles in, looking rather more unkempt than usual. Not that he ever looks particularly, er, kempt, but his Hawaiian shirt seems markedly less bright for all the flecks of engine grease on it, and there are a few broad smudges of the same stuff streaking his forehead and hands. It's been a busy, busy day.

He pauses by the messageboard, silently reading the notice, and draws his bottom lip between his teeth, considering, for several long moments. Back out the door he goes.

Fifteen minutes later, he returns with a single grey blanket folded under his arm. It's the only thing he can think of that wouldn't be missed, or that the crew could afford to spare if things went south for the umpteenth time. With no clue as to where to drop it off, he heads over to the bar.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim makes his way in from his room, humming happily to himself. He sets himself up at his favorite table, art supplies, foe glass, crystal ball, yup, all there. He takes a look around the room, hoping to spot Snow or Bigby, but baring that, just for companionship. Been a long few days.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes downstairs, looking...thoughtful. Much of the puffiness has left his face, though he's still got the black eye and the long slash down one cheek. He's also still got the walking stick, though he's not leaning on it as much as he was a few days ago.

He spots Joe and Mina, and he nods to himself and proceeds to the bar. "Coffee," says Roland Deschain, and he's provided with his beverage in a mug bearing the words LaMerk Industries.

Roland really doesn't look amused.

He takes his evil coffee to a booth, where he removes cigarette-making materials from the pocket of his shirt and sets to work.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke and Val come in together from the House of Arch, holding hands tightly, both grinning ridiculously. They can hardly take their eyes off each other. This is slightly unusual behavior, even for them.

There's something else less-than-usual. Val's wearing a ring.

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: out of milliways: Lorelai teaches Charlie to swim]]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways Entry, Letter to Bernard]