Feb. 15th, 2005
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:08 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
princeofcosmos.livejournal.comThere's a little tiny person on the bar. Standing a mere five centimeters tall (Not tall at all!), he looks around, curious.
He is not alone. He is accompanied by a large orange ball with rainbow-colored protrusions. The ball is about a meter tall, for the record.
He appears to be listening to someone. If you listen closely, maybe YOU can hear it too....
"Puny Prince, We, in Our infinite majesty, decided that you need a vacation. After all, creating the cosmos is tiring work. Take some time off, relax, stretch your legs. Practice with your Katamari a bit, perhaps. We will be back to retrieve you whenever We get around to it."
With that, the tiny Prince of All Cosmos (for that is indeed what he is) ambles along the bar, pushing his Katamari (for that is indeed what it is) in front of him, apparently non-plussed as it rolls up a couple of peanut shells, a swizzle stick, and a cocktail napkin into its mass.
He may be whistling to himself, in fact.
He is not alone. He is accompanied by a large orange ball with rainbow-colored protrusions. The ball is about a meter tall, for the record.
He appears to be listening to someone. If you listen closely, maybe YOU can hear it too....
"Puny Prince, We, in Our infinite majesty, decided that you need a vacation. After all, creating the cosmos is tiring work. Take some time off, relax, stretch your legs. Practice with your Katamari a bit, perhaps. We will be back to retrieve you whenever We get around to it."
With that, the tiny Prince of All Cosmos (for that is indeed what he is) ambles along the bar, pushing his Katamari (for that is indeed what it is) in front of him, apparently non-plussed as it rolls up a couple of peanut shells, a swizzle stick, and a cocktail napkin into its mass.
He may be whistling to himself, in fact.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:10 amxweapon.livejournal.comLogan enters from the Lake Entrance, sliding through the zoo of people like a finger drawing a picture in spilled milk. His untamed mane is barely contained in a black ball cap pulled low over his eyes, and he clutches his black denim jacket in his fist by his side. He smells of campfires and engine oil,and his dirty red Burden Brothers t-shirt is torn across the right sleeve.
With a grumble, he takes a barstool to the side, dropping his jecket on the next closest one and raps on the bar lightly with two hard fingers.
"Dos Equis. Times three. And an ashtray"
With a grumble, he takes a barstool to the side, dropping his jecket on the next closest one and raps on the bar lightly with two hard fingers.
"Dos Equis. Times three. And an ashtray"
Hyde's Gabba Gabba Hey
Feb. 15th, 2005 12:33 amandmisterhyde.livejournal.comHyde is in the bar, it seems. Hyde is no longer (currently) drinking nor sitting in a booth and brooding.
Instead, Hyde's leaned up against the bar, his left fingers tapping on the counter, and a baseball bat in his right hand, slung over his shoulder.
What do you think...is Hyde the varsity type?
Instead, Hyde's leaned up against the bar, his left fingers tapping on the counter, and a baseball bat in his right hand, slung over his shoulder.
What do you think...is Hyde the varsity type?
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_ajah[OOM: Moiraine and Meg in Paris. (Set prior to the lake party.)]
[OOM: A visit from Meg, in Moiraine's room, Monday morning.]
[OOM: A visit from Meg, in Moiraine's room, Monday morning.]
Breakfast at Milliways
Feb. 15th, 2005 07:30 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard is behind the bar again. He looks very tired, but ridiculously pleased.
"What'll it be?"
"What'll it be?"
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:45 amsilverageflash.livejournal.comBarry enters, wearing a t-shirt reading "Property of CCPD Forensics" and khakis. He stops at the bar for a cup of tea and another book about time travel. "Surprise me" he says, and the bar produces a long tome by a Dr. Reed Richards, and Oolong tea in a mug emblazoned with a big 4 in a circle. Barry figures there must be a joke here but he has no idea what it might be.
He takes book and mug to the fireplace and sits, figuring that it Bart's prophecy is (was?) true, it might be a long morning. Strangely, he's not worried.
He takes book and mug to the fireplace and sits, figuring that it Bart's prophecy is (was?) true, it might be a long morning. Strangely, he's not worried.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 10:09 amskids-row-kid.livejournal.comSkids is in the bar again. He looks happy, and talkative.
He's got a box of crayons, and is wearing bunny ears. JOY.
He's got a box of crayons, and is wearing bunny ears. JOY.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 11:03 ambloodyrockgod[oom: Charlie wakes up]
Charlie comes in from his walk around the lake cold and hungry and longing for a pint.
The fact that Sawyer is wearing Bartleby's big black Gods of Rock sweatshirt somehow makes everything worse.
Charlie sits at the bar, still with the iPod blaring, and takes out his notebook. Instead of writing, he draws. The Bar pops up a glass of champagne, which Charlie drinks without questioning or even really thinking about it.
Charlie comes in from his walk around the lake cold and hungry and longing for a pint.
The fact that Sawyer is wearing Bartleby's big black Gods of Rock sweatshirt somehow makes everything worse.
Charlie sits at the bar, still with the iPod blaring, and takes out his notebook. Instead of writing, he draws. The Bar pops up a glass of champagne, which Charlie drinks without questioning or even really thinking about it.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:05 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's an Ace in the bar. Tell me if you've heard this one.
Today, she's got cocoa, she's got muffins... comfort food. And the cocoa isn't entirely non-alcoholic. This is not a happy Ace. She still has the book she was reading last night, but since she hasn't turned a page in half an hour, it's highly doubtful she's reading.
Today, she's got cocoa, she's got muffins... comfort food. And the cocoa isn't entirely non-alcoholic. This is not a happy Ace. She still has the book she was reading last night, but since she hasn't turned a page in half an hour, it's highly doubtful she's reading.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:23 pmmilliways_sawyer[OOC: The morning after]
Sawyer comes down the stairs two at a time. At the bottom, he glances nervously over his shoulder before heading towards the bar. He needs a drink.
Or, he thinks, noticing the redheaded bouncer at the bar, a woman. Taking a deep breath, Sawyer makes his way over.
Sawyer comes down the stairs two at a time. At the bottom, he glances nervously over his shoulder before heading towards the bar. He needs a drink.
Or, he thinks, noticing the redheaded bouncer at the bar, a woman. Taking a deep breath, Sawyer makes his way over.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:32 pmimpulsivekid.livejournal.com*Theres a Bart in the bar. He curled ina corner booth, knees drawn up to his chest, staring into space. She... kissed them both. Right in front of him. He saw it all. She was fawning over Robin. He thought he was special. Was she just leading him on? But wasn't that how it went? Bart found people, but Kon and Robin got the attention....*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:34 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.com*Garion wanders downstairs, a little sleepy but stomach growling. He's left his sword (and accompanying orb and accompanying trouble) up in his room, along with his Rivan cloak. It's plenty warm here*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 12:55 pmaudieraines.livejournal.comThere's an Audie in the bar, looking distinctly un-bored and rather happy. If what Jack said was true--that time didn't pass in the bar--then she'd rather stay here until she felt ready to return to the boring speech. Of course, that brings up another problem--what is she to do while she's at Milliways? She decides that's something she'll consider later. Audrey heads towards the bar.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 01:15 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com There is the sound of screaming on the roof. And then the sound of feet, still accompanied by the screaming. And then the scream diminishes, as if the screamer forgot they were on the roof and fell off the side, scream ending with a loud thump outside the back door.
Shortly after this the back door is slammed open to reveal a ragged looking Tim, his hair a mess, his eyes wild. He is dressed only in a pair of smiley face boxers, and it's cold outside again. He expresses his rage.*
WHO THE FUCK SPIKED MY DRINK LAST NIGHT?
*And then he turns to the bar.*
I need listerene. Let's start with a gallon, and i'll get more as it's needed.
Shortly after this the back door is slammed open to reveal a ragged looking Tim, his hair a mess, his eyes wild. He is dressed only in a pair of smiley face boxers, and it's cold outside again. He expresses his rage.*
WHO THE FUCK SPIKED MY DRINK LAST NIGHT?
*And then he turns to the bar.*
I need listerene. Let's start with a gallon, and i'll get more as it's needed.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 01:58 pmalien-isabel.livejournal.comThere are three notes at the bar waiting to be delievered.
The first is to Jonathon, in Andrew's handwriting.
( Jonathon's Note )
The second is to Andrew, in Warren's handwriting.
( Andrew's Note )
And the third is to Warren, written in Isabel's own hand.
( Warren's Note )
The first is to Jonathon, in Andrew's handwriting.
( Jonathon's Note )The second is to Andrew, in Warren's handwriting.
( Andrew's Note )And the third is to Warren, written in Isabel's own hand.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 02:09 pmlocks_it_upAnd there's Death.
"Hello, Bar. Could I get some coffee? Coffe would be so nice."
It appears. She pays.
"Thank you, Bar."
She holds her face over the steam for a while before she starts to actually observe what's going on around her.
"Hello, Bar. Could I get some coffee? Coffe would be so nice."
It appears. She pays.
"Thank you, Bar."
She holds her face over the steam for a while before she starts to actually observe what's going on around her.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 02:24 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Penny walks downstairs, she didn't bother showing up to work. She didn't really wanna come down at all but she was hungry and she had to eat. She is pale and her eyes are red and she is not her usually bubbly presence. she's pretty vacant and sad actually. But still she goes over to the bar and sits.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:05 pmstilljustandrew*Andrew comes downstairs, looking generally happy about life, and heads for the bar to get a sandwich.*
*And gets a note along with it.*
*He reads it, and checks the clock on the wall (that sometimes strikes zero, and sometimes strikes fourteen-thirty, and sometimes has five hands and sometimes none at all), and heads upstairs in a hurry.*
*And gets a note along with it.*
*He reads it, and checks the clock on the wall (that sometimes strikes zero, and sometimes strikes fourteen-thirty, and sometimes has five hands and sometimes none at all), and heads upstairs in a hurry.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:09 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.com[Jack wakes up in an unfamiliar room...]
Jack wanders down the stairs into the bar. He's still trying to figure the place out, still has some questions, but right now he's starving and they can wait. It's hard for him not to be suspicious of the place, but he's trying. It certainly doesn't seem threatening. Besides, Chloe, Tony, Audrey and Kim have all been here for a while, and they're fine. Time for him to drop the suspicion for a while.
He walks over to the bar and takes, remembering what Chloe'd said the night before. The bar will give you things if you ask it. "Uh...can I get a burger and fries? And a cup of coffee?" he says, looking at the top of the bar, trying not feel like an idiot.
A burger, fries, and a cup of black coffee materialize in front of him. Hesitantly, he picks up the coffee and takes a sip. Huh. Well, the Bar can make good coffee at least. His stomach growling, he picks up the burger and eagerly tucks in.
Jack wanders down the stairs into the bar. He's still trying to figure the place out, still has some questions, but right now he's starving and they can wait. It's hard for him not to be suspicious of the place, but he's trying. It certainly doesn't seem threatening. Besides, Chloe, Tony, Audrey and Kim have all been here for a while, and they're fine. Time for him to drop the suspicion for a while.
He walks over to the bar and takes, remembering what Chloe'd said the night before. The bar will give you things if you ask it. "Uh...can I get a burger and fries? And a cup of coffee?" he says, looking at the top of the bar, trying not feel like an idiot.
A burger, fries, and a cup of black coffee materialize in front of him. Hesitantly, he picks up the coffee and takes a sip. Huh. Well, the Bar can make good coffee at least. His stomach growling, he picks up the burger and eagerly tucks in.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:27 pmmaybeazatarcYou can't believe the incredible look of shock on the Tok'ra's face when he sees Jack O'Neill enter the bar.
Oh... where is Dr. Jackson.
Oh... where is Dr. Jackson.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:31 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard emerges from the Staff Quarters looking...
Actually, just looking really good. For once.
He sees Aziraphael and gets himself a cup of coffee before joining him.*
Actually, just looking really good. For once.
He sees Aziraphael and gets himself a cup of coffee before joining him.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 03:41 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine bounces down the stairs. Well, not really; medieval maidens don't bounce. But there is a definite spring in her step.
She slept through St. Valentines' Day. She doesn't particularly mind.It's a silly holiday, anyway.
But she's here now. And she's been listening to more modern music on her music playing box. Yes, she's up to the mid-1600's now. Cutting edge.
Humming something old and Celtic, she sits at the bar and orders a cherry Coke. No beer today.
She slept through St. Valentines' Day. She doesn't particularly mind.
But she's here now. And she's been listening to more modern music on her music playing box. Yes, she's up to the mid-1600's now. Cutting edge.
Humming something old and Celtic, she sits at the bar and orders a cherry Coke. No beer today.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 04:28 pmfirstwizard.livejournal.com*Zedd's eyes have stayed open all night whike he sleeps. They suddenly blink, then he slowly sits up and orders a rather large lunch from the bar. After consuming his food he orders a bowl of dinner rolls and walks off with them, wandering around the bar.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 05:09 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comThere's a Cuthbert in the bar. He's adding himself to the number of people drinking coffee and looking not exactly unhappy, but certainly thoughtful.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 05:29 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony enters the bar. He's tired despite having a full night of sleep--thanks to the sleeping pills, he notes. He walks up to the bar and orders something he hasn't had in a long time: coffee. Then he finds a booth and sits with his book. Feel free to bother him.
Entrance Post.
Feb. 15th, 2005 05:30 pmex-last-scion.livejournal.comBethany locks the door to the clinic and steps out into the parking lot. Then she remembers that she forgot her bag. Hell. She turns back around, unlocks the clinic door and steps in.....to a Bar?
"What. The. Fuck?"
"What. The. Fuck?"
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Feb. 15th, 2005 05:32 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comThe lake door opens, and Val jogs in, wearing a t-shirt (Rebuilding Broken Lands: Uraha Bi-annual Political Conference) and shorts, along with an MP3 player strapped to her arm. She's still bright red, but it seems to be fading just a bit. Sitting on a stool, she sings to herself, a bit of sweat trailing down her face.
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,
I'm a child, I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell, I'm your dream,
I'm nothing in between,
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
this may mean you'll
have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when
I start to get you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
and today won't mean a thing
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,
I'm a child, I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
I'm your hell, I'm your dream,
I'm nothing in between,
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
So take me as I am
this may mean you'll
have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when
I start to get you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
and today won't mean a thing
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Feb. 15th, 2005 05:34 pmno-prisoner.livejournal.comEddie is in the bar. Unlike a lot of people, he's not looking pensive and drinking coffee. He's grinning and drinking red Kool-Aid. Maybe he had a good night last night. Lousy bastard.
He's behind the bar mixing drinks experimentally. Fear.
He's behind the bar mixing drinks experimentally. Fear.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:00 pmdrama-coach.livejournal.comDianne comes downstairs and approaches the bar to order her usual sweet chamomile. As it did last time, it produces a drink before she can speak.
Except that it's a flute of champagne.
Blink. ". . . did you go crazy again?"
Except that it's a flute of champagne.
Blink. ". . . did you go crazy again?"
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:02 pmagirllost[ooc: After waking up from her nightmare]
Kim comes downstairs looking still rather tired. She also looks like she's been crying. She's wearing jeans and a sweater, comfort clothes. She needs a drink. She orders one from the bar, it gives her champagne.
She drinks it probably a little too fast but she needs to get his voice out of her head.
She finds a booth and sits down, wondering what to do next.
Kim comes downstairs looking still rather tired. She also looks like she's been crying. She's wearing jeans and a sweater, comfort clothes. She needs a drink. She orders one from the bar, it gives her champagne.
She drinks it probably a little too fast but she needs to get his voice out of her head.
She finds a booth and sits down, wondering what to do next.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:05 pmpee-jee.livejournal.comPeeJee's in the bar! Early, yes, but it was either excuse herself from the universe or help Davan go apartment hunting. Which is boring, although PeeJee is an effective negotiating tool, particularly when she remembers her brass knuckles.
Besides, maybe people will be saner tonight. Karr and Bonnie were both... really weird last night. She might just have to make one or more of them explain that.
Besides, maybe people will be saner tonight. Karr and Bonnie were both... really weird last night. She might just have to make one or more of them explain that.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:39 pmto-the-fairest1.livejournal.comEris has been in for a while today, so we're going to be nice and give her an entrance post.
Pay no attention to her icons. She's still wearing the pinstriped corset from yesterday.
There is a reason for this. And if you want in, feel free to ping her typist.
Pay no attention to her icons. She's still wearing the pinstriped corset from yesterday.
There is a reason for this. And if you want in, feel free to ping her typist.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:52 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce is still in the bar. It's quite possible she never left. It is rather cold outside. There's yet another mug of cocoa (someone ought to do an intervention) and a new book - Timeline. She's mostly reading it to mock the time-travelling bits. It's a distraction.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 06:52 pmcoming-west.livejournal.comEnter Cally looking a bit tired and holding a book.
She makes her way to a quieter corner of the bar and sits down to read.
Please, disturb her at all costs.
She makes her way to a quieter corner of the bar and sits down to read.
Please, disturb her at all costs.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:05 pmmogget_cat*Yrael wanders over to the bar, takes a seat and begins to play his violin, humming a warm, peaceful tune under his breath. The music sings from the violin, carrying peace and contentment to any who hear it.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:20 pmaccessobrian.livejournal.comChloe comes down from her room after a nice long rest. She's finally got comfy shoes on, and she isn't wet anymore. She orders a bagel with cream cheese and some milk, realizes it's late at night, but decides against asking for anything else. She's really not that hungry.
She thinks for a second. "Laptop please?" Doesn't work.
She sits down at the bar with her bagel. She surveys the other patrons.
She thinks for a second. "Laptop please?" Doesn't work.
She sits down at the bar with her bagel. She surveys the other patrons.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:27 pmalas_alasEcho enters the bar, waving at someone behind her.
She skips over to the bar, and gets a cup of green tea with honey before looking around, smiling.
She skips over to the bar, and gets a cup of green tea with honey before looking around, smiling.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:33 pmdr-sexy.livejournal.com*Christian walks into the bar, not realizing where he is just yet. Finaly he notices he's not in Miami anymore. He finds an empty table, sits down, finds a rat still running around and orders a scotch. He sips his drink and watches the crowd.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:33 pmclumsy_auror*Tonks walks, or rather sails, through the front door, propelled from behind by the blustery London wind*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:46 pmterific-athlete.livejournal.com*Homestarrunner is still on the floor.......waking up now......yup, still stupid.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:48 pmyoung_tmriddle*Tom enters the bar, finally home after the short, wonderful holiday. He has a handled bag with him, no doubt filled souvenirs from New York City Above and Below.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:53 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comIndiana Jones sits at the bar: cool, calm… collected. Or perhaps quiet, introspective and pissed off.
What's new about that?
Well, for a start, there's no alcohol in sight. Coffee seems to be his friend though.
What's new about that?
Well, for a start, there's no alcohol in sight. Coffee seems to be his friend though.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:56 pma-fell.livejournal.com*The angel wanders into the bar, humming cheerfully to himself. He orders a cup of tea and settles himself into a booth, not hiding behind a book for a change, but looking around the bar curiously. Such a lot of people he's never spoken to...*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 07:59 pmthe_antiangstAngel comes downstairs, once again in the oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans - after all, if the lake area's back to being winter, he may as well stick with the warm clothes. He gets some tea from the bar - as well as an apparently random glass of champagne - and stakes out one of the couches by the fireplace.
(OOC: Will be sporadic due to laundry and hygiene, and gone after 12:30ish eastern US time.)
(OOC: Will be sporadic due to laundry and hygiene, and gone after 12:30ish eastern US time.)
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:19 pmb-hawkins.livejournal.comHawkins is sitting at any old table, smoking.
[OOC: Mun is sleeping/unavailable.]
[OOC: Mun is sleeping/unavailable.]
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:25 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comA creature of habit, Asmodean walked down the stairs and leaned up against the bar. He held his harp in his hands, and spent some time tuning it before beginning to play. He closed his eyes as the sad music spilled out into the room.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:25 pmblue_ajah*She comes downstairs, glances around the room with a serene gaze, and moves to the bar. Moiraine collects a small tea service and a plate of fruit and cheese, then takes everything to her usual table and settles there.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:32 pmnotinthefett.livejournal.comEnter Warren, pursued by a bear. Except it's actually a beer. And he's pursuing it.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:36 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti comes back inside from the lake area, where he's been watching winter return most of the day.
Some people are entertained by very strange things. Ah, yes, and he's been feeding the ducks that have turned up on the lake. ducks in what's for all practical purposes still winter aren't very feasible, but Asar-Suti doesn't doubt that the denizens of Milliways won't let them starve.
Now he gets his cofee, feeds the trilobites, and keeps an eye out for Gil. Or any other friend. Or anybody new he might like to talk to.
Some people are entertained by very strange things. Ah, yes, and he's been feeding the ducks that have turned up on the lake. ducks in what's for all practical purposes still winter aren't very feasible, but Asar-Suti doesn't doubt that the denizens of Milliways won't let them starve.
Now he gets his cofee, feeds the trilobites, and keeps an eye out for Gil. Or any other friend. Or anybody new he might like to talk to.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:39 pmsusan-death.livejournal.comSusan hasn't been in the bar since that... unfortunate meeting with Imp.
What? It's not like she's been avoiding him.
Look, she has as much a right to be here as he does. It doesn't matter that she can choose to come and go and he can't...
Oh shut up, she's in the bar now OK?
What? It's not like she's been avoiding him.
Look, she has as much a right to be here as he does. It doesn't matter that she can choose to come and go and he can't...
Oh shut up, she's in the bar now OK?
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:53 pmshelley_winters[OOC: After this awkwardness upstairs...]
Shelley, looking as though she has dressed extremely thoughtlessly, and not slept well at all, enters the bar from upstairs, followed by an even more dishevelled Mouse. They sit at the bar, andbeg ask for coffee.
There is a very embarrassed silence surrounding them.
Shelley, looking as though she has dressed extremely thoughtlessly, and not slept well at all, enters the bar from upstairs, followed by an even more dishevelled Mouse. They sit at the bar, and
There is a very embarrassed silence surrounding them.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:53 pmeternal-boy.livejournal.comAfter waking to find this outside of his door, he'd tucked Alex away into bed. And now he's walking downstairs, one of Alex's swords in hand, very blatantly looking for blood. When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he looks around and bellows at the room in general.
"Who the hell was it who hurt Alex of Tirragen?"
"Who the hell was it who hurt Alex of Tirragen?"
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Feb. 15th, 2005 08:53 pmbloodyrockgodThere's a Charlie in the bar, at a back table with his feet up and the guitar singing softly beneath his fingers.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 09:13 pmbandaid-polexia.livejournal.com*Polexia walks downstairs. She sits at the bar. But she is too young to drink which is a real shame beecause it was a very strange weekend and yesterday was pretty wierd too. But either way, she sits at the bar*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 09:51 pmtheravenboy*Bran enters, with harpsong. He is carrying the harp, although he has not brought the horn today, and he is wearing, as usual, a black sweater, jeans and sunglasses.*
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Feb. 15th, 2005 09:58 pmkoreandrummer.livejournal.comLane is back, she left and she came back. Once again she came from Luke's and once again she has her drumsticks. She was just going in to get food. She wanted fries. But, this place works. She wanders around trying to find a good place to land.
Dream and Moiraine's wedding.
Feb. 15th, 2005 10:04 pmlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comHow odd. Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire and Del all at one place. And then Moiraine and Death wandered upstairs. One of them looking serenely joyous, the other looking like she could light up the bar on their own.
Odder. Desire is looking more smug than usual. And Destruction like security doesn't have to worry about anything, because he'll stop anything that looks like it is thinking about doing something disruptive. And Del has a baby. Fear that.
And Dream? He's wearing black, of course, but in a long-coated style which looks akin to the male equivalent of Moiraine's usual garb. He stands and his hands move slightly. A section of the bar, empty of patrons, changes.
A small dais, and trailing flowers. Blue, most of them, and smelling faintly of apples. Meg is handed a bouquet of them, and sent up after Death and Moiraine. The rest of the flowers are a soft, smokey grey with tawny stamen; like Desire's skin and eyes. They smell of love, the person most loved by the person smelling them.
Odder. Desire is looking more smug than usual. And Destruction like security doesn't have to worry about anything, because he'll stop anything that looks like it is thinking about doing something disruptive. And Del has a baby. Fear that.
And Dream? He's wearing black, of course, but in a long-coated style which looks akin to the male equivalent of Moiraine's usual garb. He stands and his hands move slightly. A section of the bar, empty of patrons, changes.
A small dais, and trailing flowers. Blue, most of them, and smelling faintly of apples. Meg is handed a bouquet of them, and sent up after Death and Moiraine. The rest of the flowers are a soft, smokey grey with tawny stamen; like Desire's skin and eyes. They smell of love, the person most loved by the person smelling them.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 10:09 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comA few hours and a shower later after she originally came in the bar, Val emerges from the House of Arch, in her usual working attire. Skirt, shirt, and hair tied up in green ribbons. She grabs her tray from Bar, and goes about her business. Waitress on duty. For real this time.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 10:20 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/General Jack O'Neill steps into the bar. Sand blows into Milliways as the door shuts behind him, and he brushes down the dusty desert robes he was wearing as he stares at his surroundings in disbelief.
"Daniel?"
"Carter?"
"Teal'C??"
Quietly. "Aw, crap."
[ooc: General Jack O'Neill, from Stargate SG1 at your service. He's a newbie, so play nice. Or don't, things are much more interesting that way. Daniel-mun - if you're around I'm happy to slow-time, oui?]
"Daniel?"
"Carter?"
"Teal'C??"
Quietly. "Aw, crap."
[ooc: General Jack O'Neill, from Stargate SG1 at your service. He's a newbie, so play nice. Or don't, things are much more interesting that way. Daniel-mun - if you're around I'm happy to slow-time, oui?]
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Feb. 15th, 2005 11:41 pmjonathanparagon.livejournal.comJonathan walks downstairs. He does not look pleased, and may be trying to decide which hex to use on Isabel first.
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Feb. 15th, 2005 11:44 pmveryvorkosigan*Cordelia enters the bar and goes to check her questionnaires.*
*There's a few new ones filled out, but not many.*
*There's a few new ones filled out, but not many.*
