Jan. 15th, 2005

[identity profile] anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com
*The bar blinks back into existence, and Anthy with it.*

. . . And then they made me their chief.

*I lied. It doesn't really. But if it had gone down with LJ, that is would have happened. As is, Anthy is just sitting quietly at the counter, sipping her tea.*
[identity profile] prince-arithon.livejournal.com
Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch.

Which is fairly lame, but long post is down there in the OoM.
[identity profile] owned-by-zot.livejournal.com
Kestrel does not need an entrance post, because she Never Left The Bar stupid blackout.

But she gets one anyway.

She is in fact still where she was yesterday, sitting by the window and drinking coffee.
[identity profile] is_a_boy.livejournal.com
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Blaise wanders downstairs, and looks around.

It's very very very quiet.

He wonders why.

Shrugging, he goes to sit and read in a booth.
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[personal profile] mogget_cat
*Yrael, like any sensible creature, sleeps through blackouts. He does so with his own personal style, curled up comfortably on top of the bar, purring softly in his sleep. A lukewarm cup of tea sits beside him.*

*Soon he wakes up with a comfortable yawn, and looks around the bar.*

OOM Post

Jan. 15th, 2005 07:29 pm
[identity profile] pee-jee.livejournal.com
Talking to the other brother out by the lake. Yet another RP adapted from an AIM log.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/
Lady Death floats in from the front doors, a horde of demonic firebunnies in her wake. They are well-behaved DFBs, as they have met her Nameless Hellhounds who don't put up with much of anything.

She looks behind the bar for the red-headed man both Anthy and Tim described to her.
[identity profile] ezekiel-36-27.livejournal.com
Zeke wanders down, looking a little bleary (not that this is anything unusual). Taking a quick look around, he makes his way to the bar and orders a beer and a burger before dropping a five on the bar to pay for it. He's starting to feel antsy, like he should head back...not that he relishes the idea of reappearing in a vat of blood...
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_rebel_princess/
The front door to Milliways opens and Leia walks in. She looks around warily, and then goes to the bar.
[identity profile] qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com
Darien wanders downstairs. That is all.

Okay, maybe he's practically gliding.

Okay, maybe he's dressed up just a bit. And maybe he's wearing a little cologne and smiling a little too much. Maybe.

And his eyes are perfectly normal. Just so everyone knows.
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[personal profile] bloodyrockgod
Enter Charlie, feeling like he's slept for days.

He fetches tea and some sort of snack item and establishes himself a spot near the piano, guitar in hand.

It's another Saturday night at Milliways.
[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com
*GEP.

What? Gratuitous Entrance Post.

It was only a matter of time.
*
[identity profile] sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com
Enter Taelia.

With another bemused glance around the place, she walks over to the bar, taking a seat. Barstools are a bit easier to sit on. Chairbacks+wings=Not good.

The Observation Window catches her attention, and with widening eyes, she watches the constant death of stars.
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[personal profile] balletrat
*Meg heads into the bar.

She's been practicing near-nonstop for the past few days and thus did not notice the Death of LJ. When she enters, she sinks gratefully onto a stool and sips her coffee.*
[identity profile] pinciottihottie.livejournal.com
"Huh."

Enter again, a slightly surprised Donna.

Who, skims the crowd for Hyde, but when she doesn't see him, goes to a booth and orders onion rings and a root beer.
[identity profile] bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com
*Polexia walks downstairs and looks around before sitting at the bar.*