That Snarky Episode (which is actually every episode)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde is at the bar, in his Stones shirt and jeans, looking over a mess of eight-tracks and cassettes. His boot is tapping to some invisible beat, and he's smoking. The snark implied in the title has not yet happened, but rest assured it will if you join his thread.

And if that's not a sell, I don't know what is.

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[redtailedhawk.livejournal.com]

There's a baby seal playing in the lake.

Sometimes angsty teenagers like to do things like that. Right?

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

OOM: Val and Peter Talk

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[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

Tara comes downstairs and goes over to the bar, sitting at one end.

"Could I get a cup of tea with milk and sugar please, sweetness?"

The tea arrives and she sips it, glancing around the bar. She kind of wants to talk to Isabel again, and is torn between wanting to talk to Warren and wanting to leave the poor boy alone.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways]

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex comes downstairs and finds himself a nice out-of-the-way table, where he can sit and look morosely at a candle flame.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

OOM

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: At least Michael can make a guilty Bonnie smile.]

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[ecco-dolphin.livejournal.com]

There is a bored dolphin in the iced-over lake. This means that he is once again tossing rocks the ice from under the water, now using it both to relieve his delphine boredom and, hopefully, to attact attention to himself.

[OOC: Minor edit for clarity.]

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk wanders in again, looking apprehensive

It's the expensive-looking lilac robes again. The book is a smaller tome. And her staff looks distinctly shinier, as if she'd spent a considerable amount of time polishing it.

She scans the bar nervously, looks for a minute like she intends to head upstairs, then changes her mind suddenly.

Table. Observation window. Ale. Book.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick comes down from his room. He's cleaned up since...the last few days. He looks a little lost, but his clothing and hair and appearance is otherwise impecable. He nearly stumbles on the way to the bar, eyes staring at anything but the actual environment around him. He sits. He stares.

He orders some food and begins to sip.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[flitts downstairs, chestnut hair loose and wearing her green 1930s gown. No book, this time.]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Slowly, Elaine comes awake in the chair she's been curled up in for the past three days.

There are no nightmares. She blinks, and then sighs, "Thank you, Bar."

Quietly, she gets up and goes back to her room.

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[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki enters wearing a big tan coat instead of his black over coat this time. He is alone. He walks over to the bar and sits down. He doesn't notice that Richard is on duty. He orders a cup of coffee and drinks.*

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien wanders down, sits at the bar, and orders a sandwich and a beer. Wait...wait...no. Really. Nothing of interest here.

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[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole walks down the stairs and takes a stool at the bar. "Two eggs overmedium, two slices of toast, two strips of bacon and a mug of coffee, light half and half. Oh, and do you have a copy of the San Fransisco paper?"

The bar produces the food and a stack of newspapers that barely fit on the countertop.

"Uh... Let me be more specific. Just the day after came here, please."

The stack of papers reduces itself. Cole picks everything up and moves to a chair with a view of the observation window.

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[foster-brother.livejournal.com]

*Kay is in the bar.

He doesn't look happy. But then, he never looks happy, so that's not really anything new (although if he looks a trifle less happy than usual, it's probably just winter getting him down. Or something.)*

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[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya wanders downstairs and grabs a cup a coffee from the bar. She looks around for anyone that she can talk to.

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[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Enter Ako, with bright smile and cheer. She makes her clicky-toed way to the bar and pets it before getting tea. Mmm, tea.

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[flybywash]

Wash shuffles in, yawning. He may or may not be wearing pyjama bottoms that're covered with little cartoon dinosaurs.

....They were a Christmas gift from Kaylee. Shut up.

Anyway, when he finally gets his bearings, he seems mildly surprised that he's walked back into Milliways; the bridge door had actually been leading to the bridge for a few days straight there. Scratching the side of his head, he stifles another yawn and ambles over to the bar.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is out by the lake.

At some stage, he's snuck out with a thermos of coffee and now sits on a bench that can't be seen from the bar building proper, being hidden from view by a few shrubs and boulders.

The former Dark God  is very, very busy thinking. To keep his hands busy while he stares  at the frozen lake and broods darkly, he magics fake fossils into some pebbles that he found. As soon as he's finished with a fossil, he tosses them into the lake, trying to hit some small far-away ice hole instead of making new ones.

If anybody asked Asar-Suti what he was doing, he'd probably just look at his hands and claim to have no idea.

[[OOC: mun is at work, and character is grumpy - sorry!]]

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Mun is bored, so....

Isabel is in the bar, sitting at a table boredly. Put she's bored in a pretty way. She is thinking, however, of something not so fun. So she's frowning slightly in her boredom.

[ooc Mun going to the movies, will be back tonight]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

And Elaine is back in the bar. She is embroidering on a linen and she is looking quite serene. There's a bowl of rasperries beside her. No beer today, however.

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[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee enters the bar after her second day at Goblincon (though she did clean up first). She has indulged in violence, and now it's time for chocolate and alcohol-- beer and another slice of black forest cake. "I don't know where you get this, but it's sex on a plate," she informs the Bar gratefully before heading for a booth near the back door.

There's still something off, though. Something that feels like she should be fixing it, if only she could think of what.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, looking around.*

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace tromps down the stairs in true tweenager style, the rucksack she had acquired from the bar slung over her shoulder. She has her notes again, but she doesn't look as annoyed as usual about them. Remembering that life at the bar proper usually is much more interesting than life in her favorite booth, she hops up on a bar stool.
"Mmmmm... bangers and mash.... and... a cuppa." she orders. What appears is decidedly not bangers and mash. There is an abundance of fresh fruit, and a nice ham sandwich. She stares at the meal, then at the bar.
"You've been talking to the Professor, 'aven't you." she mutters, but decides it's better to eat the meal rather than argue with a semi-sentient piece of furniture. There are some battles that just can't be won.

Long time no see...

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen is in the bar. However, if you didn't look closely, you could mistake her for someone else. She is no longer in Greek Garb. No, she is in black pands and a soft blue sweater that matches her eyes and the sapphire earings (Which she is also wearing). A multi coloured scarf is draped about her shoulders, as she sits in a booth, sipping her tea quietly. She also has a laptop computer in front of her...which she is patiently trying to work. Help is always welcomed....

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Hey, look, it's Windows 95! Going to her usual place at the bar and ordering RAM! That NEVER happens!

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Bernard]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Still yawning, Bernard ambles out of the Staff Quarters, no less bleary after a long shower. He collects his papers, cigarettes, and a cup of coffee, and goes to sit at his usual table.*

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie, at the piano, scribbling in his notebook between trying out chords and notes.

If there's a better way to be, he hasn't found it.




[ooc: this is mainly for Lochiel and Charlie to finally meet. Mun is also leaving to go home in about 2 minutes, and so begs slowtime for the next half hour or so. Mun apologizes deeply for planning her day so poorly.]

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[hawkofmay.livejournal.com]

Knight in the bar, yo.

Mun cannot believe she just typed that, and blames the fact that she just woke up.

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia trudges into the bar. Her hair is even more tangled than usual. There are no flowers. She's wearing baggy jeans and a too-large sweatshirt that she got from who-knows-where. She has obviously been crying.

She spots Bernard and heads slowly towards him.

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

Without further ado or even a bit of hubub, the front door opened. One might observe that a green-clad Hylian came through it , clutching quite firmly a short stout class bottle with a big ol' cork sealing it up. Inside one might observe a smallish red-tinted ball of light with iridescent insectoid wings. Why, you may ask? 'Cause this Hylian happened to be in need of some Fairy goodness after a hard working week of fighting. Minor wounds decorated his body, often peircing his green clothing. One or two nasty ones where here and there- a little ways below the heart, another a deep gash across the left leg of this certain Elf.

He managed to pull the cork free of the bottle and the Fairy glided free of its container before beggining a series of orbits around the elf, each time getting closer and sprinkling what may have been fairy-dust upon his body. As it orbited, it shrank in size until as it made its way in upwards orbits simply dissapeared. After this procedure, one might notice many of the wounds where healed completely. All, in fact, save the two nasty ones. But they seemed to have stopped bleeding. And if not, at least the bleeding has slowed considerably.

Link suddenly realised where he was and secretly thanked the Goddesses, before approaching the bar to inquire about some bandages of somesort. And a drink.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

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Blaise comes downstairs completely unaware of his pending doom.

He sits down at a booth, not seeing Ophelia and Bernard, and starts reading. The book? Hamlet.

He flexes his right hand occasionally. It still hurts a little.

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[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Dianne comes downstairs and orders something to eat at the bar along with sweet chamomile tea.

Today she decides to be daring and sits at a table instead of the bar. The table is rather more comfortable. The chair has a back on it, for one thing. She sips her tea carefully and looks around, trying not to wonder too much if Shaun happened by while she was upstairs trying to be asleep. The note is all she can do and it's no use driving herself crazy.

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

She floats in from the front door, over to the bar. She considers it a moment, before deciding not to order something until she can figure out how to pay for it.

She looks around the others present, hoping to spot a redheaded barman.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter Dr. Hannibal Lecter, dressed as snappily as he ever is.

He pauses at the bar, asking the counter for a glass of his favorite armagnac and a warming stand, then continues to a table. From under his jacket he retrieves a book on runes in paperback and begins reading while the brandy is brought to the proper temperature.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Angsty post/pre Milliways entry.]


And Archie is once again in the bar, where else would he go? He proceeds to the bar and orders a nice, refreshing ale and a bite to eat and settles himself at a table. He wonders what madness he will witness this evening.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel's downstairs again, because her player is a sucker for punishment. Come talk to her, you know you want to!

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom enters the bar from the House of Arch carrying an old, hand-bound leather book and a roll of parchment. He notices that Bernard and Tonks both seem occupied in separate discussions with people from his world, curiously enough. He waves in their directions, not wishing to interrupt. Then he gets a drink from the bar and finds a quiet table. He takes out quill and ink from his pocket and begins reading the book, stopping every so often to make notes on the parchment.*

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[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam comes downstairs, looking satisfied. Should anyone notice, there are several bitemarks - human bitemarks, that didn't break the skin - on his neck.

He does not see Alex to save Abby's sanity.

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[beautifulharper.livejournal.com]

Tye wanders downstairs and gets a glass of red wine from the bar, then goes over to sit by the fire. He's got a roll of parchment, an inkwell and a pen, and appears to be composing.

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[foster-brother.livejournal.com]

*Look! Kay's still in the bar!

Cue the gasps of amazement.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks in from the street and sees Bernard speaking with Blaise; raising an eyebrow at that, she collects a cup of tea from the bar and slips into a corner booth to read*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

And there's a waitress in the bar. Val bounces in from the House of Arch, an oddly pleased and happy smile on her face. She takes her tray from the bar, along with the mug of tea Bar produces for her, complete in her typical Star Wars-esque mug. She sits on a stool, and pulls a book from her apron pocket, something that would looks suspeciouly like a Muggle Studies textbook to the wizards in the bar. She's giggling hysterically and obviously resisting the urge to headbar about five times a minute.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in with her school bag over her shoulder, she looks around for some one she knows before heading a table to sit down, watching the patrons of the bar as she gets out some parchment and starts to write.

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio's been around the bar, in a sort of ghostly way, working on his amusing solidifying trick and exploring his limits. He can go outside, it seems, and upstairs, and swim in the lake and walk in the woods... all in all, this place seems a good location to spend an afterlife.

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[cowthecat.livejournal.com]

Fenrir's discovered a very useful piece of information. There's a loose window. If he jumps, and pushes it just so, it swings open a crack, and he can jump again, and scrabble with his claws, and kick with his back legs, and slip through and onto the floor. This cat body appears to have some advantages.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, looking as though he had gotten fewer hours of sleep than usual, wanders in from the back corridor. He takes a seat at the corner of the bar and orders an Atomic Cat, for which he thanks the bar. Turning on the barstool so that he can survey his domain, Yrael runs a hand back through his white hair to keep it out of his eyes, sets his violin to his shoulder, and begins playing the first movement of Brandenburg Concerto No. 6. He smiles as he plays, watching the bar patrons.*

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

He's not bartending tonight, so Bartleby finds a booth and sprawls into it with a groan. He's been 'helping' a friend of his roommate's move into a new apartment. This 'helping' appeared to consist of him carrying boxes back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, while arty, thin, androgynous people stood around and whispered under their breaths "Do you think he's safe?", "Should be in jail," and "Tried to destroy the world".

He's always hated the lie of human forgiveness.

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[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

Abigail walks down into the bar, grabbing a beer and sitting down at a table. Which is new for her as she usually just sits on a barstool. She looks around for someone, but not seeing him just settles in.

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Apropos bobbles out of the kitchen for once and sits down at the counter. He's feeling social. Fear.

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[theravenboy]

*A gust of Welsh winter wind blows through the front door, followed by Bran and his harp.*

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet is sad. Because she got blown off yesterday. She sees Blaise, looking not happy while talking to a redhaired man. She frowns and sits down, sans chocolate milkshake. She has a feeling there won't be any more walks or hand holding.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Hokay. So.

Here's the Rose Bride. 's chilling. "Damn, that is a sweet Rose Bride!" you might say. WRONG.*

Tea, please. Thank you, Bar.

*She breaks off to go chill by the fireplace. Other people can come too.*

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Dear bar: Have some Warren. Just a little. A little bit. A smidge of...there ya go. Right there. Now have a little more. Don't be shy. Don't be afraid to glob it on.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Valkyrie. Table. Hot chocolate. Book.

More or less in that order.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He has shadows wrapped around his face. It keeps the light out of hungover eyes. Most of the light. Sorcerers can see in the dark. He makes his way to a booth, and shrouds it in shadow as well. Ow.

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin walks into the bar and looks around for people he knows.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

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Blaise comes back down stairs, wearing his robes and cloak. He has his trunk with him.

He places a fair amount of money on the bartop, completely covering his tab.

He then looks around for two particular girls.

One to apoligize to.

The other to say goodbye to.

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[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

Once again, the bar has interrupted her quest for tea to accompany the essays she has been marking. However, she is not dismayed by this, rather, she is a little pleased. She looks around for either a white cat or a young man dressed all in white. When she spots him, she raises an eyebrow, seeing who he is speaking to. She goes over and joins them.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Lo and behold, he is the Tim. And he is in bar. And, as usual, he has something in his hands. It's the gift he got from his secret santa, a crystal ball. One that lets him see anyone he wants to. He's been using it a lot lately, for two purposes. One is for his deck. For references. The other? Molly.

And thats who he's looking at right now. Her dark curls, her soft skin, that rosy glow... He misses her. One day he'll find the real Molly again.*

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and is seated at a table near the back of the room for the primary purpose of having his booted feet up on the chair in front of him. He figures whatever's bad for the bar is probably okay for the tables...

He is watching everyone do their thang.

This means you.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew. Bar. Chocolate-covered graham crackers. The reader is invited to supply his or her own verbs and prepositions.*

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna enters the bar looking oddly formal in a scarlet and gold tunic. The fairy sword is strapped to her side. She leans against a wall, munching on an apple.*

Honesty.

[steadfastknight]

He had told Nick he would be back in tonight. It was a bit later than he'd thought it'd be, but he'd already had to scoot away from curious near-teenagers too many times for comfort and had become very, very tempted to back into the junkyard and close the chain-link gate behind him, just for safety's sake. He'd never thought that much about people trying to put fingerprints on his glass. And so, now, in a dark corner, he'd managed to at last feel comfortable enough about his parking to go to Milliways.

So that was his condition when he walked in. Slightly miffed, slightly jittery. It had been an interesting day.

He was barely paying attention when he walked to the bar, and instead of a hot chocolate, he asked for a cold milkshake. Strawberry. Time to try something new.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph appears at the bar. Actually, he's been standing there for a while, you just haven't noticed. The peeved expression on his face indicates that it wasn't his intention to not be seen.

Some habits are hard to break.*