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[fortheusers.livejournal.com]

TRON materializes inside the bar in a flash of neon blue light.

He has his identi-disc in hand, ready for anything.

The last time he was here the bar was a confusing and chaotic, but now it seems devoid of life.

TRON hears muffled voices coming from beyond the back door.

He decides to investigate

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[collects_ears]

Feeling more cheerful and more like his usual self than he's felt in days, George decides to wander outside and see what all the fuss is about.

Hopefully he'll see someone he knows.

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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

MOOOOOOM! SOMEONE LET DEADPOOL INTO THE BAR AGAAAAIN.

And indeed, there he is. "Huh." The joint looks dead.

Too dead.

Jesus christ, what had he gotten himself into? None of the usual suspects were here. Bar looked abandoned. And it smelled wrong. Like... magic. If magic had a smell, Deadpool had a sinusful of it.

Wrong
Wrong
WRONG.

Holy shit. Did Nightmare Ned do this? Last time he split, that asshole had the entire bar in check. Shit.

There were like, three people in the bar, TOTAL.

What the fuck happened here?

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael wanders through the bar, ordering a bottle of Atlantean before heading out to the lake*

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[airazor.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Though Tigatron made the initial post; it's Airazor who'll be informing the rest of the patrons of Tigatron's whereabouts.

"Spy in the sky" and all that... :P]

Though she's a fair ways up in the sky, Airazor can see the familiar outline of Tigatron, this time sitting a ways back from the crowd, something that makes her shake her head in bemused exasperation.

Why must he always insist upon being alone?

She slowly circles down, radioing him as she descends.

*Tigatron! Don't be such a stranger! Why don't you mingle a little?*

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Having gone outside for a while (carefully avoiding the party) and beaten on a tree until her arms are black and blue, Buffy comes back inside and sits down in a booth, staring off into space and absently drinking the soda that the rats bring her.

Lake Party Shore Bonfire Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The sun's completely down now, and there's a not-quite-chill in the air.

The lake and the surrounding shore are much as they were before, except now there's a great bonfire close to the lake's edge, with many of the patrons lounging around it. Some of the braver ones are roasting marshmallows; most people are just drinking and talking quietly in small groups.*

Lake Party Water Night Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The lake water is still warm from the sun even though the sun is down.

The moon is bright, and the bonfire is only at one end of the large lake. It's probably a perfect night to go skinny-dipping, frankly.*

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Disarmed Knights: Gauntlet, part three.]

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[king-emeritus.livejournal.com]

He entered the bar from the lakeshore. It had felt good to be in Xanthly weather for a change - as he'd not left the bar for a while now.

Odd, he didn't feel like he really needed to leave the bar.

But even with the outdoors there and available, there was something wonderful about in as well.

And so he seated himself at a table, parka and longer-sleeved shirt tucked into the chair beside him.

The news he'd discovered had left him a bit addled, but he'd mostly been able to leave it behind with some warmth in his bones.

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

He comes downstairs, in costume as usual for late, and sees the party. He's never been one for big parties, and certainly would feel even more befuddled if he had to move really slowly through a crowd.

Besides, he's lost in thought. He asks the bar for a strange book, something on the rules of causality by a Stephen Hawking from a world where time travel is common enough that Hawking would HAVE to write about it. The bar produces it as if it always creates such esoteric works.

He pulls a chair up to the fireplace - if tomorrow is Valentine's Day, then it must be cold today - and reads.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins came through the door, then paused and went back out of it. He could smell barbeque cooking and he just so happens to have ten dollars in his pocket. Drawn by hunger and the scent of meat, he made his way over to the Lake.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins made his way back inside, having gathered all he wanted from the lake party. Which wasn't much, but Hawkins isn't the sociable type. He sat down and began to consume the roasted meat that Gil had roasted.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders down the stairs, brushing sleep from her eyes. She hadn't actually gotten much, which made waking up a horrible thing. But she orders a soda and goes to sit down.

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[notacrime.livejournal.com]

Isabella?

*Enter one (1) young man wearing a very neat navy-blue suit and sunglasses.*

Honestly, Isabella, how long does it take you to . . . powder . . .

Your . . .

*He stares. His scarf droops.

Or rather, his feather boa.*

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet is down in the bar. She needs a milkshake. She's not very happy. So she gets the milkshake and sits down at a table.

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[henry_fitzroy]

Henry enters the bar and looks around, confused. Where is everyone?

He notices an open back door, and blanches when he sees sunlight pouring in. This. . . confuses him, to say the least, since by rights he should be asleep when the sun is out -- but it's night in Vancouver, so he's awake -- but. . .

So he orders a drink from the bar and slinks into a corner as far from the light as he can get, to wonder about where everyone has gone.

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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

A god enters. He is pretty. Surprised?

Breakfast at Millways [marker post]

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Eventually the party had got too noisy for Gil to sleep any longer - also someone had spilled beer on him - so he had got up and gone inside, had a quick shower and started work again.

Even without much help from his wand he had worked quickly and produced large amounts of picnic food that he hoped people would be able to serve themselves with and allow the rats a bit of a rest. Now he was looking at the boxes bags and packages and wondering who he could beg, borrow or bribe to help him take them outside when the time came.

He sighed and went through to the bar room to look for a victim help.


{ooc: ETA Subject line at Richard-mun's request}

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 3)

She glides downstairs, Mr. Q on her shoulder.

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[agirllost]

Kim wanders back downstairs. She remembers seeing people just ordering from the bar and having things appear, she decides to try it. She goes to the bar and orders a soda. She thinks for a moment and then asks for a salad.

She is surprised when a burger appears instead. But odd things are happening here so she decides not to question it.

She spots an open booth and sits down. She wishes she had a book. And her iPod still isn't working.

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[skids-row-kid.livejournal.com]

Skids is in the bar again, looking only a little surprised to have found the place. He's wearing pyjama bottoms and a robe, both decorated with happy-looking bunnies, and cradling an enormous mug of hot cocoa.

There seems to be some kind of gathering outside, from the noise... He ventures out back to investigate.

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[fk-plastic-lv.livejournal.com]

April has been sitting in a booth, smiling, and contemplating the meaning of life.

She continues to do so today, but with more awareness of the world around her. Because it is rude to ignore people.

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[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse comes downstairs. Nobody told him about the lake party, so he's just in the bar.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Out of Milliways]

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[curling-skip.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM]

*Chris walks in, expression turned inward and obviously thinking about something. He takes a seat at the bar, shoulders hunched*

Bartender? Geez, this place is empty.

Lake Party Shore Post, Day Two

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The sun is shining just as brightly as it did yesterday.

Surprisingly, the lakeside isn't completely trashed. The remnants of the bonfire are still smouldering, and there are patrons scattered here and there on the grass, sleeping on blankets or just lounging in the afternoon sun.

There are tables piled with food, ready for patrons to help themselves.

And, of course, there's a bar.*

Lake Party Water Post, Day Two

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*The lake water is a deep, cool blue. It's inviting. Take a dip.*

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[warsgod.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways Entry]

*Ares is sitting at a booth. He is smoking a cigarette and drinking Atlantean. From the bottle. He doesn't seem to happy.*

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe comes back from where ever it was that she just was, a hallway, she thinks, wondering whether she had really heard Kim, or if it was just a trick. This place is strange. Now more than ever she wished she was in contact with CTU, someone there always seemed to have an answer.
She doesn't see Deadpool at the bar. Heh. Good Chloe, you made another friend, just like Ryan, Adam, Kim, Tony... they all think you're an annoying little snark.
She sits down in a booth and rubs her red feet.
I am never wearing heels again. she groans.
She ponders the Pool Party.

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[pixi-perfect.livejournal.com]

Tinkerbell has watched the streams of customers heading in and out of the back door for a day now. It was cold last time she went out there. "Why is everyone going out to be cold?" she thinks to herself as she drifts onto the counter and asks for a coffee. "And they're all so unsuitably dressed for snow and ice."

The bar obliges with a fairy-sized mug filled with a slightly less powerful brew than Meg had let her taste a week ago. There's the requisite minsicule cream jug and sugar bowl as well. She sips her drink, sitting on the edge of a neglected snack bowl.

Finally her curiousity gets the better of her and she zips over to the door, standing on the handle and peering through the keyhole.

"Ohhhh!" she tinkles with excitement as she observes the beautiful sun-drenched scene before her. With a squee, she jumps into the hole, just managing to squeeze through with a wiggle of her hips, and buzzes off towards the party once she's outside.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David enters not long after Loki. As in, just right behind him. Nobody should be surprised.

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[wildstallynbill.livejournal.com]

In an empty part of the bar, there's a suden flash of blue light which opens out into what looks like a hole in reality, near the ceiling. Out of it suddenly drops...

... a 1980s California telephone booth.

The door opens and a teenage boy with short curly blonde hair steps out, looking around with his mouth hanging open.

"Whoah!" he exclaims.

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart speeds into the bar from the front door, looking a little ragged around the edges.

"Oh yeh, well.... oh. Here again.Violet?"

He glances around, hopefully.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[because all know that Delia is the last person to hear about these things...she comes down into the bar, and walks out to the lake]

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[call-me-ree.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM]

The woman walking into Milliways just now is fiftyish, stylish, smartly and tastefully dressed in something balances the wispiness of appropriate New York clubwear with an accurate assessment of her own age and availablity.

She's rather surprised at what she sees. This was supposed to be a small salon-type bar/resteraunt/club on Second Avenue called The Rose and Eye. It might well be such a place, except for the stairs, when she walked into a one story building. Also, the Rose and Eye is by all accounts tres fashionable. This place seems almost dead, tonight.

There's not even a bartender. She stands by the bar, rather puzzled and wanting a Cosmopolitan.

She hasn't noticed the observation windows yet.

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

And into the bar comes two teenage boys. One is Robin, who has been in the bar before. The other is new, though. He is dressed in a superhero uniform: a shirt with a Supershield on it, and jeans. His name is Kon, and he doesn't look like he even notices the change of scenery. He's far too worried for that.

"But how could it happen?!" He demands of Robin. "Bart's supposed to be too fast for that."

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[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks into Milliways and sits down at a booth with a cup of tea and a book. He may go out to the lake eventually, but for now he's happy here. Have at him.

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[youreweird.livejournal.com]

Gretchen bounces downstairs to eat dinner before going out to the lake. She builds a salad, grabs a smoothie, and claims a booth. Go on and join her!

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[chozo-raised.livejournal.com]

Samus enters through the front door, wearing her shipsuit. It's been a while since she's been in Milliways, so she actually looks surprised for a moment. Once she's figured out she's at the End of the Universe, she then notices how quiet it is in the bar, and how noisy it seems to be out the back door. Somewhat curious, she heads out back, and sees the lake for the first time.

She also sees the crowd of the Lake Party. Not really wanting to deal with them, yet still interested in the lake, Samus finds a relitively quiet point at the lake's edge and sits.

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe finally has had enough of Tony's attitude, so she decides to follow everyone out the door.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony enters the bar with a book. The Manchurian Candidate. He finds a booth and sits, his feet poking out beyond the table. A party sounds nice but he'd rather chill today.

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[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee's in a booth, writing. She'll set the journal aside if someone wants to talk to her.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren in the bar. Mood neutral. Check. Check one...two...

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[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer sits in a booth noticing the relative emptiness of the bar. He watches as a couple of patrons walk out the back door wearing an assortment of different beach clothes. He'd just assumed the back door went the same place(s) as the front one. After a while, curiosity gets the best of him and he walks out the door.

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at booth. Then she gets up and wanders out to the lake*

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah.

Hyde passed out by the lake.

Wonder if he finished that whole keg himself.

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[sai_delgado]

Days have passed, and she has heard nothing. (At least the nightmares have stopped.) No word, no sign, no note left at the bar. She trusts that 'Bert carried her message, but there has been no response, none at all, thankee-sai.

Something else besides the wind of ka is rising now in Susan, daughter of Patrick. And so she comes downstairs once more, tall and proud and very determined.

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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool's kind of idly sitting at the bar. Looks like he's kind of hoping someone will show up and talk to him.

Could it be you?*


*probably not.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel comes downstairs in the oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. The general lack of activity throws him off for a moment, and then he looks out the back door.
Where there is a party. And, more importantly, SUNSHINE! Sunshine is a happy thing, as it is warm. Warm is very, very good, at this point. This calls for a change of clothes, if what the people outside are wearing is any indication, so he ducks back upstairs.
When he returns, he's wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a long skirt (mostly because it's a lighter material than the jeans), and carrying the quilt from his bed.
And outside he goes.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val has been sitting by a tree in the sun all weekend, watching everything and everyone go by. She is, by and large happy with her party, even though she's barely interacted with anyone at all. Well, it kinda started as her party, but it took off into something that she had no control over. She blushed at some of the antics, laughed with people, and took notes. Lots of notes, on everything, everyone, and whatever she's thought of. An entire notebook is full at her side, and her ink pot is almost empty. She's content. Granted, she'll be feeling the sunburn tomorrow, but it's worth it. Eventually, she falls asleep against her tree, a content smile on her face. It's good to live at Milliways Bar, it's good to be a Skywalker. Life, for once, is good. Funny, that.

[ooc: And the mun is still gone, but Val wanted me to post this. Frelling girl.]

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Po wanders outside for his first practical attempt at magic. Lochiel still hadn't figured out exactly what he had inside of him, but he'd handed him a book and told him to study and if there was one thing Apropos had in the pathetic sack of flesh he called a body, it was a good mind that learned quickly. And now he was out here...about to crossover from man to weaver, something he'd never seen himself doing.

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[the-night-raven.livejournal.com]

Quiet.

Why?

He has not been here that long. Is it already closing time?

Do they have closing time in the spirit world?

He will stay.

Who will make him leave?

He drinks coffee.

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[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Millitimed to last Wednesday, directly after this thread. Eddie and Ted only, please. :D]

Ted eventually turns away from the bar and takes a table in the corner.

He can't decide whether he's sad or furious. Possibly both.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliway's]

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny walks downstairs, she has been crying, but she has her bikini and shortie jean shorts on. she needs fresh air. so of to the lake shore she goes*

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes downstairs. He has taken a long bath, and shaved, and put on the white shirt that Rosalita made for him. There's an almost dangerous air of calm about him.

It's been a few days since he's eaten. He goes to the bar and requests fish and vegetables. He gets salmon and sauteed squash and zucchini -- and a glass of wine.

With silent dignity -- even more so than usual -- he begins to eat, pacing himself.

It could be a long night, if Susan Delgado shows up.

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways, covering a few months or a few days depending on perspective]

*Agatha enters the bar, blinking at the sudden change. Despite the icon, she's wearing a nicely-cut red coverall. She glances around, confused at the strangely empty bar*

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[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

Abigail walks away from Deadpool and heads out the door to the shore. Come play with her.

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[t-tank-engine.livejournal.com]

Thomas the Tank Engine, driven by Baldrick, puffs into Milliways and out to the lake party.
He's functioning as an ice cream van today.