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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

There is an invisible girl in the bar. But today she's not visible, thus she can be seen by all as she sits, milkshake in hand, at a table. As she sits, Violet looks around for people she knows. But if no one is there, well, at least she has her milkshake right?

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren takes a page out of Xander's book, and is down in the bar. He also stretches, though yawnlessly.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Charlie's dead]

The bar door opens, and Bartleby standing in it, holding a limp, blonde body in his arms. There's a heavily pregnant woman leaning against him, and when the door opens she gives a small cry and begins to slump to the floor. Bartleby can't catch her - he's cradling Charlie's corpse.

He looks around hopelessly.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

There's a River in the bar.

She's wearing rather large black combat boots, and several layers culminating in a dark shawl tucked around her shoulders. She's not shivering, but she's on the verge of it. And also looking a bit sulky.

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[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai enters the bar again, unnoticed. She can't stop thinking about Charlie and the young girl, who reminds her too much of herself. All she wants is to curl up beside Indy and sleep.

She makes her way to his room to wait for him.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti creeps upstairs, rather exhausted.

What an interesting day...

[[OOC: And this slowtimed thread from a few days ago has finally reached its destination. Warning - mild sexual content, het-ish!]]]

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[mnt_mike]

The door to the lake opens and a very familiar and friendly purple face peeks out from behind a very scratchy orange wool scarf.
Mike whistles in a jaunty fashion as he removes his winter gear. The whistling hits a high pitched wolf whistle when he spots the very lovely green skinned woman.

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[collects_ears]

After taking one more look around the guest room he's been occupying to make sure he's left nothing behind, George shuts the door behind him..

He has lots on his mind.

Mainly this conversation/reunion with Alanna and Thom , and this conversation with Bernard.


He's hesitant to leave just now; when things are so uncertain.. but he knows there is business he must see to back in Tortall. A day or two, then he can come back here. And see what happens.

He slips his hood over his head, pulls the cloak around him tightly, and exits the bar.

He makes a mental note to ask Alanna how to get his new room in the staff quarters upon his return to the bar.


[[ooc: George and mun will return on Sunday night!]]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

There's a demon in the bar, albeit not looking quite the way most would expect. There's a faded blue shirt on underneath his jacket, and he's moving with something less than his usual grace. In a series of awkward movements, Crowley slinks around the edge of the room, skirting the commotion in one corner.

He orders a cup of apple tea.

He has to upturn the saucer over the cup to keep from spilling any as he makes his way over to his usual table.

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[owned-by-zot.livejournal.com]

Kestrel comes downstairs again.

Heading over to the bar, she orders tea, in consideration of the lateness of the hour.

Beside the tea, a letter appears as well. Kestrel takes it with some surprise, not opening it yet, and takes her tea over to the couch by the fire.

She wasn't expecting Zot to join her, but greeted the cat with a smile.

There are worse ways to spend your insomnia than sitting by the fire with tea and your cat.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks downstairs from the Staff Quarters with Armand asleep in his arms. He lays him down on a small cot behind the bar and ties on his apron. Anyone who saw Richard yesterday will know that he hasn't changed clothes yet. It's also pretty obvious that he hasn't slept.

*sigh*

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

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

Link is in the bar. And I'm quite sure he's sitting. Yep, definitely sitting. At a booth.

Very Delayed Thread Posting from the Staff Quarter Hallway

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Last night we had this conversation between David and Richard happening simultaneously with a chat between Armand and Lorelai and a lir-link with Lochiel and Bartleby.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Post-Milliways Entry]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Out of Milliway's]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

It's cold outside, and Asar-Suti, when he comes in, is rather snowed-upon.

He goes to the coffee machine and makes himself a caffé latte macchiato (hey, variation is fun!), gives Tye and Kestrel a friendly wave, and goes to feed the trilobites, then sits in his usual chair by the fire, reading the small newspaper-wrapped book he sometimes reads, and seems content.

His coat, muffler and woolly hat are hanging over another chair to dry out.

((OOC: mun is working on a freelance project and may or may not reply speedily to anyone coming to talk to AS, but conversations are welcome))

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[alas_alas]

There's a nymph curled up in a booth. She isn't crying. She's cried enough in the past week that she has no more tears left. She does look depressed though, curled up under her white blanket.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Mun throws Violet into the bar

Violet walks down into the bar, she rembers what Barry said about eating better so instead of a milkshake for breakfast she gets hot cocoa and chocolate chip pancakes.

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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

Loki and Yamino seem to have taken residence in one of the booths. The little god is asleep on one side, lying down on a pillow of Ecchan. On the other, Yamino is curled sleeping on his folded coat. The boxes of cakes sit on the table of the booth. The might be up and around or the might sleep.

Not that they know them, but...

Nick Knight is currently in Toronto, arranging time off for himself and Natalie just in case, dealing with such things as necessary at home. He's also trying to find his sanity, what little he has left. So far, no success.

Ezekiel Stone is currently hanging around, not doing much. He likes doing that. Apropos is in the kitchens, as per usual. He likes doing that.

[OOC: In short, I don't know how well I'll be able to be there this weekend since I'm not at home, so they might poke up, possibly, and if you need them, call or IM me and I'll try, but otherwise they are unaffected by/unaware of/not in the bar.]

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian wanders in. Considering the relative normality of his entrance, we can ignore the too-small Pokemon t-shirt right? Right. His eye's a rather pleasing shade of greeny-yellow. Spotting Alex, he heads over*

(no subject)

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Out of Milliways]

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs, moving slowly as if he was in physical pain, and still shaking a little. His eyes are red, and he's carrying Charlie's guitar, cradling it tenderly and almost reverently.

He heads over to the place where Charlie liked to play, snagging a chair on the way, and arranges the guitar on the chair carefully, like a shrine.

Then he sits down and stares blankly at nothing in particular.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Out of Milliways Post]

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk looks happy.
Well, relatively happy, compared to the last time she was in, as well as to everyone else around the bar. She is carrying a rather battered ledger under one arm.

She also looks eager to talk to someone. She scans the bar, and spys Asar-Suti. Grinning, she heads over.

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[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Still dressed in the same clothes that he was wearing the night before, Cole ambles down from his room. He looks like he has a massive hangover.

"Lady Bar, I could really use a pitcher of water right about now. And some asprin would be helpful too. And some scrambled eggs. Thank you."

The bar produces his request, and adds in a mug of coffee. Cole takes his food and moves to a booth in plain view of anyone who wishes to talk with him.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil is still up. Some nights aren't meant for sleeping and this was one of them. He'd done some stuff - fetched blankets, made tea and coffee that no one had wanted, taken it away when it was cold and made more - but really, when it came down to it, there was nothing anyone could do.

Now his eyes felt hot and gritty as he moved around the kitchen making breakfasts - people were still hungry but then they didn't know.

Nobody,Gil thought, nobody should ever have to witness the tears of angels, and he turned his head aside in case his own got into the bread dough and soured it.

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee is in the bar.

She looks awfully pleased with herself.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

The door opens, with a slam. No one coming through, yet. Somehow, with the optional physics that Milliways has, looking out it is like looking up. A very long way up.

Dimly is the figure of a large man seen. With something in his hand. And then the something is falling.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She hits the ground, in the bar. Physics apparently changes enough that she ends up on the floor near the door, scrambling to her knees just as it slams shut. She pounds on it, gloved left hand and un-gloved right hand, screaming.

"NO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DADDY, DON'T LET THEM! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Her hair is over the left side of her face, glimpses of the right show a teenage girl who could be, somehow, related to Svava. Blue eyes, blond hair. Taller than the Valkyrie, yes, but looking like she's got more growing to do.

Her fists pound the door unceasingly, and she continues to scream for her father.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes in from the staff quarters, oblivious to what's happened.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Small dead French boy in the bar!

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

Gir is back! But he never did find a Hero to save the Delicious. Thus, Gir is a sad little robot. Sad, sad Gir. Gir needs a hug.

And maybe a twinkie.

(no subject)

[arram-draper.livejournal.com]

Arram walks into the bar warily, then instantly spins and leaves again. After a second, he opens the door again, looking confused. He bites his lip against the words of a spell and instead slides into a booth, keeping eyes and ears open.

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Outside, by the lake, Alex and Desire prepare to duel.


[ooc: hell, if you want to come watch, come watch. We mind not :)]

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[plague-journal.livejournal.com]

The Kid sits against the wall near the door to his room upstairs. The hall seems to have grown longer since yesterday, but he has more disturbing things to think about. He's not ready to go downstairs, fearing what people might say about last night; yet can't bear to stay in his room where the orchid waits, hidden behind the clothes in the bottom drawer of the vanity. He writes a sentence, then crosses out half. It's been going on like this for hours. It will probably go on for many more.

(no subject)

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

out-of-milliways

Smeagol comes downstairs, still nursing a hangover and, for once, not smoking like a chimney. This will undoubtedly change soon, as his whole reason for coming to the bar is to get more pipeweed. He sees the note and thinks it looks important, but since he can't read, it must be important for someone else. At the bar he orders the requisite narcotic as well as tea. He won't be drinking alcohol for a while.

With tea in one hand and lit pipe in another, he sits down under another table with his head resting against the seat of a booth. After a minute, he pulls a pen and pad of paper out of his pocket and begins idly drawing something that looks oddly like building plans.

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[white_flowers]

The woman in white enters the bar. She is carrying her knitting, and silver needles gleam brightly against the black.

Before she settles at a table, though, Blodwen sees a familiar face. With a warm smile, she approaches Paul Stanton.

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[solindishbeauty.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a very beautiful blonde girl walks in. And stops, apparently having intended to be in a place that is not Milliways. She's dressed in very old-fashioned clothing; a blue-grey silk dress with a lace-up bodice and long, voluminous skirts, and her hair is loose.

(no subject)

[darkly-romantic.livejournal.com]

Louis enters Milliways, bringing a gust of cold air and a swirl of snowflakes with him. There is a wrapped gift under his arm, addressed to David; and a big smile on his face, as he has arrived here on purpose for the first time.

He inhales and looks around--and sees the notice.

His smile fades.

(no subject)

[barsoflight.livejournal.com]

*The last chiming notes of Greensleeves fade, and Paul lowers his flute, staring around him with a mixture of apprehension, relief, and wonder.*

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Further to this, there is an Alex curled up in one of the booths. He may or may not be crying.

(no subject)

[thunderbird-1.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways, several hours earlier]

*Enter Scott. Unusually, he's still dressed in his International Rescue uniform, which is dirty and torn in a few places. Despite his efforts to appear otherwise, he's obviously very upset about something. A little more color drains from his already pale face as he sees Charlie's funeral notice and slumps wordlessly into a chair*

[ooc: This is a pre-planned thread, please ping me (contact info in mun profile) if you'd like to join in]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy steps into the bar, a little cautiously, and heads for the counter. Tea would be nice.*

(no subject)

[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Dianne comes slowly downstairs; she hasn't slept well, and it shows. She goes to the bar, pausing to read the funeral notice. She sighs a little, glad she hasn't missed it, but not especially anxious to attend. If it weren't for Liam, she wouldn't. The thought of attending a funeral for someone she never met is - offputting.

She sits at the bar and orders sweet chamomile tea, hoping she'll feel hungry later. She cradles the cup carefully in her hands and looks around for Liam.

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[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*Billy's in the bar. He's been gone for a while and is completely oblivious to anything that's happened lately, including what happened to Charlie, seeing as he missed the notice on the bar. He is silently drinking a beer at the bar. He's in thought, but certainly wouldn't mind being taken out of it.*

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna is in the bar, huddled in an out of the way booth with a book and a large thermos of coffee. She sneezes and/or coughs every few minutes, grumbling something about gods and head colds. Giving up on the book, she slams it shut and glances around the room.*

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Dumbledore]

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[theravenboy]

*Bran and his harp enter, immediately joining Will, Paul and Blodwen.*

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom wanders into the bar. He looks a little lost.*

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph knows he should have been around yesterday, to see the look on Bernard's face. To watch him squirm as question after question was fired at him as to why he was suddenly green. And while all of that would have been hysterical on many many levels, he couldn't lower himself to gloat. It's too early in the war for that.

But hey, work is work, and his shift is due to start soon, so he'd better get out there and, you know, watch people drink and stuff.

The door to the Staff Hallway opens and Raph clomps out, the purple is all but gone at this point. Raph'll have to thank Bernard's tampered soap for that.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard enters the bar and goes to the Bar to get tequila and cigarettes. He sees the notice and pauses, blinking.

Somewhat dazed, he goes to his usual table and drinks a shot of tequila in honor of Charlie Pace, then lights a cigarette and smokes thoughtfully.*

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks comes out of the staff quarters, blessedly green-free, and wanders over to join Bernard*

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia enters. She's certainly not her normal floaty self, but she also doesn't look utterly miserable. She heads towards Bernard.

(no subject)

[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares wanders into the bar and goes over to the counter. He obtains a glass of scotch and moves over to a dark booth. He lights up a cigarette and smokes*

(no subject)

[plague-journal.livejournal.com]

During the afternoon(?), Kid has only seen a few people going in or out of their rooms, mostly far down the hallway toward the stairs; but the traffic grows until he has to move his feet aside every couple of minutes, even this far down. No one pays him notice, however, and all seem to be in sullen, or even deeply saddened moods. Most are wearing what his mother would have called church clothes. When the traffic finally begins to subside, he hears guitar music filtering up from the public room. Cured of his fear and melancholy by the sound, he walks down the stairs and sits against the wall beside them. The room is full, and people are crying. He's not the only one, it seems, who had a bad night.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 1)

She glides downstairs. She reads the note and sighs. "God be with you," she murmurs to his soul. She continues to a table and sits.

(no subject)

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

Lady Death enters. She reads the funeral notice expressionlessly, notes the number of mourning people in the bar and wonders the kind of person she missed meeting.

She walks to the bar and quietly orders a glass of wine, smiling her thanks to Bar as it is served.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He notes the funeral notice and continues on.

Ordering a glass of wine, he seats himself at an empty table.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie Dean enters not from the stairs, but from a little hallway near them you may not have noticed in the past. Because it wasn't there.

He looks kind of like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

He ducks out and comes back red-face and stamping his feet, and carrying a large peice of wood. He gets a knife and a cup of coffee from the bar and camps out in front of the fire, beginning to carve.

He's still wearing the gun. You can probably assume that he is whenever you see him.

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe comes down the stairs, reads the notice, and goes straight for the bar. He doesn't care much for funerals. He'll remember Charlie his own way, with whiskey.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Walking out of the House of Arch, it's quite obvious that Val's frustrated. Her hands are covered in green ink, along with most of the front of her shirt, and some of her skirt, along with a couple green streaks in her hair. Looks like she spilled her ink. However, there's a smile on her face as she bops over to the counter and sings quietly to herself. Only those who know her intimately well would be able to tell she's covering emotion.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

Bartleby looks tired and dazed and white when he walks into the bar. He heads to a bar stool, and finds coffee on the Bar's surface, steaming hot, before he even sits down. He pats the Bar, very gently, and sinks onto the stool, hunching his shoulders and wrapping his hands around the mug to stop them shaking so much. His eyes are very, very dark.

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

*Enter the girl in the white fur. Fleur has returned, glamourous and beautiful as always. She watches the crowd for a moment before swaying forward with great purpose.*

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

Sometime after the funeral, Moiraine glides into the bar. She glances around the room, looking for familiar faces.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOC: Post-Milliways (last night)]

Wash is here, sitting crosslegged on the floor by the trilobite tank, forehead resting against the glass as he watches them paddle around. One hand's absently fidgeting with a shoelace that trails beneath his sweater -- if he were aware of what he's doing, he would've stopped ages ago.

He saw the notice, and he's filled with the vague unease of one who feels he should respect the dead, but doesn't want to intrude on the grief of those who actually knew the deceased. For now, he'll stay where he is.

(no subject)

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Loki rages in the desert]

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: The Night Before - slowtimed, warning for violence, biting, blood, eventually.]

There's something strange about David when he enters.

For one thing, it's long after dark outside. His hair is brighter. His nails glassy; eyes darker, skin smoother, somehow.

And he remembers Lestat's words.

"Happy Birthday, Beloved."

He approaches Bartleby as soon as he sees him.

(no subject)

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

Leigh-Cheri carefully opens the front door to the bar. The light is blinding, and she does her best to keep her eyes down towards the ground, at least until she adjusts.
She is a lovely girl in her early twenties with true red hair. We know this because she is totally naked, and well....the carpet matches the drapes.

The background noise of the bar doesn't seem to bother her. In fact, she doesn't seem to notice it at all. Those paying close attention would notice a bright pink hearing aid in her left ear. Well, those that can get their eyes past her breasts. They are quite magnificent.

Her eyes now adjusted, she hazards a look into the room. Where she is, is unimportant, so long as she has him. Lo and behold, there he is. She'd know him anywhere, though the red hair does help sometimes. Weaving her way through the crowd she makes her way over to Bernard.

When she gets to him she wraps both arms and one leg around him. A love bite on the magic spot just behind his right ear leaves a red candly like button.

"Hello dragonbait", she purrs.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith slips down into the bar from Connor's room, looking tired but smug. They've been back from his world for a few hours, and now he's passed out asleep in his bed and she's...well, not. She's feeling pretty good about life...until she sees the notice about Charlie. She stares at it for a second, wide-eyed with shock, and then staggers over to the nearest booth and sits down, hard. She knew Charlie. She liked him. And she's gotten a little complacent about people not being able to die in the bar. Stupid of her, not to remember that this is the only place where that's true.

She's so shaken, she doesn't even notice whether her booth of choice is occupied or not.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is still in the bar.

He hasn't seen Gil all evening, and somehow gets worried. He has poked his head into the kitchen, but there was just Gil-less pandemonium in there, with a strange sort of subdued undertone, so he retracted his head again and returned to his chair by the fireplace with another glass of caffé latte macchiato from the cofee machine.

Because that is what he's been drinking today.

There is something strange in the bar today. Dark unhappiness. Asar-Suti has been comforting a speechlessly unhappy Alex earlier on, and he thinks it's that.

But somehow, there is more...

[[OOC: ETA for blood-drinking and sexual content on the David thread]]
[[OOC: Later: ETA 2 for beginning pervishness on the Loki thread]]

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

At some point, later, after the on-going slow-time arrival, Hel is sitting in a booth (right side to the room, thank you) and thinking. Or just staring at the other side, dazed. Both are possible.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory walks into Milliway's, rosy-cheeked from a day of running errands around campus. Gotta love Saturdays filled with snow.

She doesn't see the notice about Charlie as she is looking for a certain red-headed boy, who she hasn't seen in ages .

Ok, so it was only a week.

(ooc: It may be a while before mun responds, is doing laundry as soon as this posts.)

(ooc2: Those of the muns who have my IM, would you please message me as I have lost my entire flist?)

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*The door opens, and Will enters. He glances around the room casually, as usual, and sees his brother Paul, talking to Blodwen Rowlands. He does not tense, but his eyes narrow a little, and then he is hurrying over, his face open and amiable.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is in a booth.

He's spent the last couple of days with Jake.

And thinking.

Now he's downstairs. He has coffee and a very, very large hamburger. With french fries.

He is very thoughtfully dipping each individual fry into the little thing of ketchup before consuming it.

(no subject)

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana is in the bar, the melancholy nearly overwhelming her even if she had never met this Charlie. This wasn't good. She's sitting at the bar, a half-empty bottle of beer in hand.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs into the bar. There her arms are mottled purple in spots, and one rather nasty-looking bruise marks her cheek.

She had a rough night last night.*

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Spike reads the message about the funeral impassively; he didn't know Charlie Pace and he's seen too much death to get sentimental about it.

He takes a seat at the bar and orders an Irish coffee and lights a cigarette. His eyes dart around the room, though, looking for threats, for familiar faces, for trouble. It's one habit he's never lost.

(no subject)

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool teleports back into the bar.

Looks around.

Lotta long faces here tonight.

"What the hell happened here? Somebody die or somethin'?"

Who's a bastard? That's right!

(no subject)

[angryadolescent.livejournal.com]

Kronos wanders downstairs and sees the notice and snorts as he finds an out of the way place to settle down and sharpen his sword.


Another person dead, so sad, join the bloody club.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is sitting the bar, having come in to avoid listening to the funeral.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways Entry - Tom and Megwyn in the Work Room

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

He was still on a mission, technically. Which meant, at the moment, that he was sitting in the semi, waiting for Michael to get back from... whatever he'd been doing tonight. The weather there was atrocious. Rain was almost as bad as snow. Therefore, for now, he was indoors, headed toward the bar where there would be hot chocolate if he asked politely enough.

Which he did.

And then he sat, deciding that there was no time like the present to lament being stuck in the semi while Michael worked.

(no subject)

[on-holy-ground.livejournal.com]

Darius enters the bar from the lake after the service, orders a cup of tea, and settles down in an out of the way booth. He looks greatly saddened, and stares silently into the fire.

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki enters the bar looking around. he speaks loudly to the bar in general*

Anyone seen David?!

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

There's a new notice pinned up, carefully written.

RIP CHARLIE PACE

The funeral will be in the next few hours. Everyone is welcome, and so is anyone who wishes to contribute.

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

A gust of cold air accompanies Simon into the bar. He's wearing a long black coat over a heavy sweater in a dark green knit, and stops abruptly as the door closes behind him.

"Here again?"

(no subject)

[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

Here's a familiar face we haven't seen in quite some time.

Such an auspicious evening for it, too.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

After speaking with Val and learning about Charlie's death, Rory sits quietly drinking her coffee because as long as she was doing something tears wouldn't come.

Her mom would be handy to have at the moment...or George.

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[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter, crystal case in hand and dressed for going outside to the lake, enters the bar from the House of Arch. Any confusion which was in his face yesterday is gone now, and he appears to be very much at peace.