(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is sitting around in the bar, carving something. It's going to be a recorder, but as he's mostly just starting, it looks like a cylinder-in-progress right now. He's in front of the fire with his feet up on something and looks rather lost in his work.

Come distract him, it'll be fun.

Message Board

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Another note appears on the message board without anybody noticeably posting it. It says:

Kid,

have you tried talking to Meg about your magic weapon? She has this magic garment called a tutu into which anything might vanish, and out of which anything might come.

I waited quite a while for you the other day, but you never came back. I'll be back tomorrow, I hope.

- Asar-Suti

[[OOC: OOM post. Researching Vampires, pt. 2]]

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna is sitting in a booth and has been for most of the evening. She had watched George interact with customers, grinning as he slipped easily into the role of barkeep. His ability to adapt amazes her. Smiling, she takes a sip of wine and watches the crowd, her eyes wandering back to the bar at regular intervals.*

Exit from Purgatory

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: "It's about choice."]

It's quiet a moment.

Just a moment, because the next, a group of people fall through the door of Milliways; arms and legs akimbo, as though thrown by a giant hand.

And when they disentangle, they're looking around; looking at each other.

David sees faces of friends and that's all:

Liam, trying not to look as though he's trying not to fall apart, David can tell, but he has the fierce determination in his eyes that says he's not going to cry - and he's not; Lochiel, who just looks... blank. Face entirely void of emotion; Gil, who gives a look to David that reminds David of the look animals give predators: the kind of look that girls gave the darkness when people collected water in skins to take to their mud huts.

And one by one, they move into the interior.

Gil darts to the kitchen as soon as he's free, and David almost moves to catch him.

But better to be left alone than to be annoyed and be thrown out, and he can't go after him anyway. He wouldn't be Allowed.

And he looks back at the other two.

One soul for the price of five.

"Well, we're back."

(no subject)

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Hotaru sits alone at... a table! Out in the open...!



She is thoughtful, but not sad.

[OOC: And now, her mun is off to sleep. Goodnight, world.]

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[gramarye1971]

*Merriman enters the bar, looking as if he's just come from giving a lecture -- with a folded copy of the day's Financial Times (conveniently 'borrowed' from the Senior Common Room, but no one's to know that) in one hand*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((out of Milliways: Tim didn't come back to Milliways when he went after Svava... so where did he go? ))

(no subject)

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Lochiel's (rather late) Purgatory]

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

(OOM: The Rider-retrieval group in the Old Ones' great hall outside Time)

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard wanders in the front door yawning. He steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki comes out of his room and the staff quarters for the first time in a few days. He passes Richard at the bar without a word and goes and sits in a booth off in a corner.*

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo slips into the, carrying her white blanket. She smiles brightly in the direction of the bar, then curls up in one of the chairs by the fire, her blanket over her.

[ooc: where she will stay until her mun is completely done with classes for the day in 3 hours. but she can talk for the next hourish]

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai walks into the bar. She hasn't been here since Charlie died, and the two may or may not be mutually exclusive. She needs coffee, so you can find her at the Bar.

(no subject)

[thebitchisdead.livejournal.com]

*Lilah walks through the door and stops. She looks around and then looks at the door behind her and gives the bar a 'WTF' look.*

Well, that's just great.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk looks positively cheerful today. She has a number of books spread out in front of her on a coffee table by the trilobites, and is almost certainly crossreferencing as she sips from her tankard.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace in at the bar. Eating a fairly healthy breakfast. And not working on an explosive of some sort.

...

Updates on further strange and unusual behavior to follow as needed.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam is asleep in a chair by the fire, having moved there from the bar at some point.

Feel free to come and wake him up if you want to.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet is in the bar. She has a healthy breakfast today, or more healthy than the chocolate she starts her day off with normally. Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, and milk. Good girl Violet.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

At a quiet table in the back of the bar there are a pair of boots propped up on a chair. It's a bit dim, but the silhouette of a man in a fedora can probably be made out behind said boots.

Indy is reading Catch 22 over a cup of coffee and a danish.

(no subject)

[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestarrunner is still in the bar, but he is now sleeping with his head on the bartop. No drool this time, just some quiet snoring. He is in such a deep sleep, there is no way of waking him just yet. Give him a couple more hours and he'll be up and stupid as ever.*




[ooc: mun in class then straight to work so homestar will wake at around 7 or 8pm EST if anyone wants to have a mindless chat.

Passages -

[angus_macgyver]

[In honor of Wayne Gretzky's birthday today - MacGyver is in the bar - not happily, or maybe so - anyway - he's in. It's a hockey thing.]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]



MacGyver lands on the floor, seemingly having fallen from a height - not nearly as high as the fourth or fifth level of the parking deck he was thrown from to the car below, but definitely several feet. He's unconscious, maybe a little bruised. probably nothing's broken, but someone might wanna check on that.

---

ETA: [ooc: mun will be disappearing for a bit at 1930 EST and may return sometime before 2200 EST... just so anyone already in this thread, or anyone wanting to be in this thread, is aware.]

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander walks down into the bar, certainly not having been kidnapped by ninja's or blowing up the night before, and orders a fish sandwich and glass of juice.

He needs a little change today.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[Upstairs, two nights ago]

*Andrew comes downstairs, yawning somewhat.*

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

ALIEN! In the bar! But she's a pretty alien so it's okay.

Isabel grabs her tray, taking a seat at the bar. She wants to talk to Meg. Well no. She needs to talk to Meg. But she doesn't want to really. It won't be a great conversation but it's one she can only have with Meg.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Pre Milliways (warning: some violence) This is also a plot-post, so DiR people and Gawain only. Ping lamorgne for questions]

Mordred walks down into the bar, sunglasses on. Although his face is expressionless, the air about him is aggravated.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar, looking bored. When she sees Andrew, she gets a devious look on her face and heads over to the piano, plopping down on the bench and starting to play the hardest piece in her repitoire. Classical, of course. This should be good.

(no subject)

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

Angel walks down to the bar. Not an Angel, like others currently there. But Angel.

Sitting down at the bar he orders a glass of warm pigs blood. Gotta love it. Well not really. Yesterday was a strange night. But that was normal for him. At least back home.

(no subject)

[mnt_mike]

Mike appears at the bar.
Have chocolate milk shake, will pester.

enter a goddess...

[colour_girl]

*A woman enters the bar. A woman with long strawberry-blond hair, wearing a pink tank top, bleached jeans with little pink flowers on them, and pink flip-flops. She has a pink messenger bag slung over her shoulder with some flowers sticking out of it. She also has large light pink wings.

She looks around the bar, pushing her rose-colored sunglasses on top of her head.*

Hmm.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie in the bar. A rather hungry looking Archie to be exact, and still in full u-nee-form ('cause really, what else would he be wearing?), but a friendly one for all that. Come and talk to him, you know you want to.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

The door opens.

A man enters with bruises on his face and rope burns on his neck. He stands, confused, in the doorway for some minutes--and then begins to sob very quietly and drops down to his knees.

It wasn't a dream.

He's not sure what it was, but it wasn't a dream.

(no subject)

[stand01.livejournal.com]

Brad has already discarded the theory that he dreamed the random bar he found himself in that night. It's hard to ignore a killer hangover and a suspicious reduction to the bank account. Not to mention Vivian's thousands of questions as to how he apparently got drunk in the space of five seconds.

But he hadn't really expected to be able to find it again. So, even though the entire reason he is walking through the front door of his charred home is to see if it works again, he's still surprised as hell when he finds himself there.

He also kind of hopes that he will actually be able to walk into his house when the time comes.

But for now, he's glad to be here. He needs the break in the monotony of insurance-job search-existential exploration.

He takes a seat at the bar and tentatively orders a Bud, blinking when it appears even though he'd known it would. No wonder he'd thought he'd dreamed this place.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Prank Post]

(no subject)

[plague-journal.livejournal.com]

With the barstools loading up, Kid is becoming torn between the need to get his thoughts down on paper and his interest in the varied topics of conversation floating around, so he goes to a table near the fireplace to wait until the sofa becomes free. Yet, with the trilobites cavorting in their tank, the flames dancing around the logs, and the lively hum of the noonday crowd, he doubts his concentration will return. So be it.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Bernard]

(no subject)

[redtailedhawk.livejournal.com]

Tobias walks back into the bar, rubbing his shoulder and muttering something about bare feet and snow and slipperiness. He heads over to the end of the bar, figuring the bartenders are busy enough, and says softly, "can I get a book, please? Something fantasy. I'll return it when I'm done."

He picks up the resultant paperback and goes over to a table to read.

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[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat opens the double doors of the bar with both hands, and remains in the doorway for a while. He frowns in concentration for the merest second, and then laughs. David...

He sees Richard and strolls over.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

(no subject)

[bottle-covey.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Pre-Milliways post.)

It has been said that every organism, everywhere in the multiverse- even the ones that live on worlds where all their respiratory needs are met by machines running tubes into their systems because the environment is too bizarre for their liking- eventually encounters a situation where it's got to pause and take a long, deep breath*. Given that zombies require no breath at all save to speak one would not generally think a deep breath necessary, but narrative convention is stronger than mere biology. Maybe he'd been a bit over-enthusiastic lately, or perhaps he'd overextended himself with that last family- he couldn't really say. All Carcer knew for certain was that the bones in his neck were grating more than usual, the noises of the city pressing in. He needed to sit down and take that deep breath somewhere out of the way. He'd heard a few things about a pub called Biers and its liberal attitude towards the city's less urgently alive. It seemed a reasonable bet, and so he slouched off towards that quarter of town.

*RIP, Douglas Adams.

---

The door to Milliways swings partway open, and an unfamiliar figure peers curiously about the room. It's a human male of about normal height, curly-haired and dressed in rather worn, threadbare clothing. At least, that's the general plan. Human males generally aren't that colour of greyish-green in the skin department. Neither are they known for necks visibly bent in the middle at blunt but clearly visible angles.

He shuffles in a little further, giving a brief but disarming grin to anyone who looks at him as he looks around him.

(no subject)

[iwillfongyou.livejournal.com]

Wat enters the bar, still a bit touchy after the whole dance lessons scenario. He does not punch like a girl. Chaucer is a stupid ponce.

And... double take!

"This isn't the stables."


[ooc: uh. mun is new and just now figuring everything out, so this might be slow and/or awkward. play nice with me, yeah?]

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

OOM: In Warren's head.

And Also:

Not Exactly OOM: In Warren's room...and head.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

( To Mlle. Giry )

(no subject)

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

A young girl in a blue and white pinafore stands in the doorway of the bar and hovers there for a moment, looking a bit perplexed.

This doesn't look like much like Wonderland, but it definitly doesn't look much like home, either.

"Curiouser and curiouser," she says softly to herself. "I wonder where I am now?"

(no subject)

[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways opens, and Tiffany Aching steps in. Her brown cloak, which has until now been pulled tight around her body to keep the wind out, relaxes as she lets it go. She pulls back her hood, revealing hair that is just as brown as the cloak.

She looks around, slightly on her guard. It doesn't look like Fairyland, but one never knows about these things.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

( Note for Bigby )

( Note for Bernard )

Faith drops the letters on Bar, stroking the wood gently. "Deliver these for me? Thanks, love." She pats Bar
gently, then goes off looking for something to beat up. Demon bunnies of the Woods, beware.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Letter to Aziraphael]

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee's in the bar. She has a beer.

This is a very simple entrance post.

(no subject)

[mister-vimes.livejournal.com]

Vimes stepped into the bar, boots clipping against the floor, face creased with more lines than a zebra*. He took a seat at the bar, without ordering a drink, and just and stared at the space behind the bar, letting his thoughts fill up every empty space in his mind.

It wasn't a man. It wasn't a dwarf.

It had to be a troll. Just had to. Or a troll and a human working together...

He sighed and thought of his son. Every night, no matter what was happening, Sam Vimes went home and tucked his son in bed at precisely seven o'clock. Rain or shine, sleet or snudge**, invading horde of barbarians or pamphlet-pushing Omnians, he was home at exactly seven, to read The Book. The Book was little Sam Jr.'s favorite, was the end-all, be-all to his tiny, drool-filled existence. It was called "That's Not My Cow." It was a simple book, that largely consisted of silhouettes that looked to be ones of cows, but were not. The words basically went along the lines of this: "Is that my cow? That's not my cow! That's _______." And the blank was usually filled with something like: "A barrel with some broomsticks and a bell stuck on!"

He hadn't not found his cow with his son for over three weeks. And proud man though he was, it was killing him.

( That's Not My Cow, )

What the...

[badderthanyou]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

Through one window in one wall of the bar, a girl... teenager appears. She doesn't, however, appear to be paying much attention to what she's doing and she falls through the window, to the floor only a couple feet below with a high-pitched squeak-squeal noise.

*meep*

"Where the...?"

She sits on the floor beneath the window, tucks a lock of dark brown hair behind one ear and looks around.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes down into the bar, listening to the music playing contraption. There's a really sweet song playing she's never heard before. Of course, she hasn't heard much of the world's music, so that's not much of an accomplishment for the music playing contraption.

She's very happy, and very pretty, and she's singing just under her breath. "...someone to watch...over me..."

(no subject)

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien comes in from the cold, shivering and coughing. He's a little wobbly and he feels a somewhat dazed as he stumbles in. Which is why when he sees a certain certain someone, he thinks it might just be some sort of delusion...but he shambles over anyway.

"Ch-Ch-Charlie?"

(no subject)

[colour_girl]

*Iris appears again, back in her pink outfit, although her wings are multi-colored. She sighs, sits backwards in a chair (so not to squish her wings), and begins working on a glass of raspberry lemonade.*

*She quietly observes the people in the bar, twirling an iris in her fingers.*

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo is curled up in a chair by the fire, covered with her blanket.

If you look, you'll see a snake curled up on her shoulders, asleep.

Please don't wake him.

But you can talk to her if you like.

(no subject)

[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestar finally wakes up from his LONG nap. No drool on the bar but he's very thirsty anyway.*

Hey baw, can I get a melonade? Thanks!

*He quietly slirps his melonade, remembering that Bernard got mad when he did so loudly last time. He also keeps his stool at the bar.*

Asar-Suti is returned from away

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and in comes Asar-Suti, laden with a satchel heavy with books and papers. Outside, it is dark, and snow is falling. Asar-Suti comes straight from St. Petersburg in one of the countless versions of Earth, and from a very interesting conversation.

He gets himself a large caffé latte macchiato from the coffee machine and drifts over to his chair by the fireplace where he starts sorting through the things he's brought in his satchel.

Asar-Suti feels rather relieved; he can sense that David is somewhere in the bar, and although he appears not to be exactly happy and waiting for something that has not yet come to pass, he is at least out of the dreadful place where Asar-Suti had sensed him to be, and back here.

I am back, come to me if you feel like it; he says to David's mind, together with a greeting of wordless tenderness, and goes on sorting his things and waiting what or who else might turn up.

Memnoch, The Devil

[-memnoch.livejournal.com]

It's not a grand entrance by any means.

There's just simply one more person sitting at the bar, sipping on a cup of steaming coffee, reading the New York Times.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter Dr. Hannibal Lecter. You may go about your business.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*A rather bloodstained white cat slinks into the bar from the lake area, looking quietly smug. It uses a barstool as a springboard to leap upon the Bar, where it sits, calmly cleaning itself of blood.*

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats in, then walks to the bar counter to order a glass of red wine. She isn't picky about it, just so long as it's red and made of fermented grapes.

(no subject)

[bob-builder.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post...

Bob walks in, quite confused to find himself in a strange-looking pub. It definitely doesn't look like anything in his neighborhood.

"This doesn't look like my garage," Bob said in bewilderment. He looked around. "Oh, they don't seem to have one of my flyers up! Well, at least I have them handy!" He pulled one out of his pocket and stuck it up on the tackboard.

BUILDER FOR HIRE
ANY JOBS ACCEPTED
Can I build it?
Yes, I can!

Supplies own building machines; materials included in price.

Call for details.


Bob supposes it wouldn't be too naughty of him to have a drink while he's here. "May I have a lemonade, please?"

He doesn't seem to notice that there is no bartender. But the lemonade is really good!

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Ratty, overworked mother that she is, is annoyed. Basd enough to have nine babies to look after but when Gil disappears for a day and a night the least he could do is be useful. Instead he took three showers in quick succession, begged Carl to drag his stripey blanket out of his bedroom and spent the night curled up in it in the pantry. Such odd behaviour.

Then there were the specials. She had to bite Gil before he would agree to write anything on the blackboard and watches, concerned as he goes out into the bar.

Gil goes to the blackboard and writes hurriedly:

My apologies but there will be no early specials this evening. However a full menu may be obtained from the Bar.

He puts the chalk back on the rack and turns to hurry back to the kitchen and spots the couple by the fire. He looks at them for one moment with love and longing then he shudders and turns away.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is in the bar again. He's wearing a red revolutionary jacket. It's far too big for him. He doesn't care.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren sits nervously in a booth, eyes fixed on the stairs, waiting.

His feet tap. And he's never even had any formal dance training.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From the guest rooms the Valkyrie enters. Svava heads over to the bar, and along with the cup of hot chocolate she orders, there appears a note. With a surprised look, she takes it and opens it.

And if it takes her a long while to read through it, and puzzle out a few words.... you know, its still much better than not being able to read it At All. The mun cheers for literacy.

Afterwards, she tucks the note away and goes looking for a few people.

(no subject)

[withrocksin]

Enter one musician, though he doesn't have his harp, this time. Just a notebook and a few pencils.
In theory, he's sorting out words or music or something like that. In practice, though, if he's here he probably doesn't want to concentrate on it that badly.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walks into the bar. Surprised, He puts a hand on the sword at his waist as he looks around at all the people. Peering around with a large amount of disbelief, he furrows his brow and then speaks quietly to himself, "This is... not Caemlyn".

(no subject)

[white_flowers]

The woman in white comes downstairs carrying her knitting. Blodwen Rowlands seems perfectly content at the moment, although as it happens she is unaware of certain recent events.

She sits at a table with a good view of the room and once more begins to work on the black sweater.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg ambles into the bar from out back, shoving sword and cloak into her tutu as she enters.*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is reading at the bar, a half empty bottle of wine before her. Either she's thoroughly engrossed in the book, or she's using it to cover up the fact that she's slightly drunk. Perhaps both.*

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

*Jack strolls into Milliways and looks around; then, with a wicked grin, then makes his way toward the bar, whistling.*

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders in and takes a seat at the bar. "Hi. Cider, please?"

A bottle appears, and he leans back to look for anyone he knows.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

There she is.

Subtle though it might be, Spike's eyes light up when he finally spots Beth at his usual table. Without any hesitation, he joins her.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She orders a beer and looks around. People watching is fun!*

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sits in a corner, a steaming teacup in front of her. She is slowly weaving a wreath of roses.*

Happy Hour~~

[collects_ears]

George steps behind the bar.

"Tonight's specials will be: fish and chips, beef chili, and lemon meringue pie. " he announces to the bar.


"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[bob-builder.livejournal.com]

Well, it's been fun here at Milliways, but Bob really needs to get to Farmer Pickles's barn. He puts money on the bar and doesn't seem to notice as it simply disappears.

He heads out to do his job. It's the best job in the world, building things!

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((Tims not here man. So where is he? In very unstable place, emotionally.))

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

The door slides open, and River steps through. She is watching the ground intently, arms wrapped around herself; a few steps in, she realizes where she is, and her head jerks up, eyes widening. For a moment she looks as if she might turn and flee back through the door.

Instead, she looks back down, letting her hair fall tangled around her face, and makes her way further into the room. Her lips occasionally move silently, as if she's talking to someone invisible or muttering to herself, but no words are audible.

River's system has broken down the last medication cocktail, and Simon hasn't found a new one that works well yet; she has not been having a good few days.

(no subject)

[mediocresaint.livejournal.com]

Salieri re-enters Milliways. Since his conversation with the Flash, he's been letting the music for his next French opera slide a little, and he's already got a few bars of music thrumming around in his head, a flute and a bassoon duelling for the listener's attention. It's how he feels about the real world and the bar, though he knows that Mozart could have done it better.

The piano is devoid of a player, and he sits down, and begins to warm up with a few scales. Then a bagatelle that he had heard Beethoven play a few weeks before, and had until that moment forgotten. And finally, his mind racing with music, he begins to jot down on a few pages of paper the bars of what could be turned in to an overture.

It's not much, but it's his, and not even God could take it from him.

(OOC: Anybody's welcome to come chat. I should be on for quite a while.)

(no subject)

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion comes through the front door, harp in hands.

He sighs.

"So much for getting to the library," he murmurs. He looks around and, not seeing anyone he knows, takes a seat in the corner and begins to play.

He's really quite good, being Taliesin and whatnot.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is sitting in the couch by the fire.

Actually, lying in the couch by the fire with his head in his arms would be a more accurate description.

But, you know, whatever.

[OOC: Adult content ahead. Beware. Hell, I should just say: you know the drill by now, this is a David thread, shouldn't I? *headdesks*]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

At some point during happy hour, Alanna leaves several notes with Bar. The first three are identical and are addressed to ( Svava, Yrael and Hannibal Lector )

The next series of notes are addressed to ( Kestrel, Isabel, Meg and Mina )

[OOC: Note in the security office]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

And lo, there was a waitress in the bar. She has been there most of the day, really, just no one's seen her much. She tucks a book into her apron, and grabs her tray from the bar. Waitress on duty! Come and get her!

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Enter Dream.

He is, it may be (easily) noted, sulking brooding. The (obvious) reason is the lack of small, blue-clad Aes Sedai in the bar.

He's here, though. And sane. Well, as much as normal.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Kitty enters and settles with a bottle of water at a booth. Sips for a moment and then pulls some pieces of hardware out of a bag and begins tinkering.

It's the little things in life that make up for the robots that like to hunt mutants down and kill them and the demons that steal your soul to make jewelry.

Really.

The little things.

...Police. Impound.

[steadfastknight]

This time, when he enters, it isn't with any of the general tolerance he'd had before. No, police impound had been bad enough last time.

Honestly, in a way, it was something he was starting to get used to.

But this time...

This time, there is definitely something like a scowl on his face as his fists are jammed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes actually narrowed in anger. Something is not right with the not-car.

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[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme has tea and is reading some records she brought back with her from Coruscant.

The galaxy can be near or far, far away, but it always has paperwork.

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[stbethadettes]

Beth comes in from downstairs, a coat in her arms.

Her eyes dart to both the bar and a certain table by the fire. She doesn't see what she's looking for, but she still walks over to the fire. Pulling a chair closer, she sits backwards in it and drapes her coat over the back. She watches the flames, but they're not terribly interesting. They don't do magic tricks or anything.

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[simon_doctor]

The door slides open. An irritated voice precedes two men into the bar.

"...try every single door on the ship?"

Simon steps sideways through the door, followed closely by Wash.

Sergeant Hyde's Boot Camp (get it...?)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The front door opens. Did anyone order a medium-sized Steven Hyde, extra frizz?

He clomps in looking like this, but with his shades on, and the door slams on its own behind him. I think he jumps.

"Aww, crap," he mutters. Don't you hate it when you misplace your sense of time and space? I know I do.

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[mnt_raph]

[OOM: Prank Reaction.
click.]

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the Staff Hallway. For some reason he's wearing a pair of fingerless gloves. And almost as odd as that, he's wearing a long sleeved white shirt under his usual black T. Huh...wierd. It's almost like he might be trying to cover marks of some sort.....Nahhhh.

He's been to the security office. Seen the posts about Liliah and how Tim's gone schitzo.*

great....just what we need. to be shortstaffed when the wave of lawyers attacks. frickin' wonderful.