milliways_bar | Feb. 16th, 2005

Feb. 16th, 2005

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

*Will enters and makes his way towards the bar, looking around the room for friends as he goes.*

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Norrington comes down from the guest quarters, for the first time ever. His uniform looks a little... mussed, as though he's tried to neaten it the best he can and hasn't quite succeeded. He heads for the door and is gone.

lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com

Lorelai enters the bar, several wrapped presents under her arms, and a duffel bag over her shoulder. She sees Charlie setting up in the corner and goes over to join him.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

After the vows, and the reactions, there is the party.

There is dancing, there is toasting, and there is Moiraine throwing the flowers.

tahlmorradenied.livejournal.com

Out Of Milliways

Kellin is waiting at the bar when Tye comes downstairs. Both men are dressed for travelling. They leave through the front door, ostensibly back to Solinde.

bloodyrockgod

After the wedding, while the sounds of joy are still going on inside, Charlie takes his guitar out to the rock he still considers theirs. He sits and watches the compacted night sky, and then quietly sings, his voice echoing in the cold.

( when my legs no longer carry )

"Come home soon to me, B," he whispers, and goes back inside.

golden-acorns.livejournal.com

*Ce'Nedra is in a good mood. She has just married the love of her life, and has had a good time at the party -- especially the dancing, even though the men had objected. She has just used her dressing room to change from her wedding dress to her special lingerie intended for tonight -- a gorgeous chemise, with a matching dressing gown -- and is somewhat amused at the fact that her chemise covers more than her dryad tunics. She checks herself in the mirror once more -- she wants to look perfect for Garion -- and walks over to the door from her dressing room into their shared bedroom, turns the knob, and steps through --

She looks around wildly.

--and steps through to a large room that she cannot identify. There are lots of people around the room, having conversations and eating and drinking, but they are all strangers, and besides, none of the furniture is familiar, so she can't be back downstairs anyways.

She looks around somewhat wildly, but doesn't see a familiar face in the place.

She walks up to the closest group of people, waits for a momentary lull in conversation, and asks --

Excuse me, could you tell me where I am?

capt_angie

*Angie comes down the stairs, wand in hand, glaring around the bar for two certain red haired ~~men~~ gits. Not seeing them around, she grudgingly tucks her wand into the back pocket of her jeans and heads for the bar.*

Vodka and coke please bar. And some paradoxes a well.

*They appear with a pop and as Angie nibbles on a paradoxe, a thought comes to her: Why get angry, when you can get even?*

to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com

[ In Toronto ]

Eris walks in through the front door.

She waves to Nick as he takes the motorcycle upstairs. And she waves to Amarado as he turns around and heads back out the door to the island.

She blinks a little, taking in the signs of the wedding. And perhaps the thought really just as well we got her out of here before that happened goes through her mind, and perhaps it doesn't.

She sees Ash over by the fireplace, and doesn't quite sigh.

On a whim, she heads back over to Bar and asks her for the drink the young man named Eddie had made her, earlier in the day.

It's been an odd and long day.

At least the blood washed off in the shower.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Disarmed Knights (aside): Car & Driver - Not Just A Magazine.]

[This thread has been slowtimed and occurrs fully on February 15th - April 26th to Bonnie.]

steadfastknight

[OOM: Disarmed Knights: Siege.]

[Occurrs on Kitt's April Twenty-seventh.]

blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com

Brennan is downstairs. Not in cat-shape, whee.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( Indy and Hyde visit the garage )

( Mikey comes clean )

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava exits from the stairs to the guest rooms, and heads for the bar. The valkyrie stares at the bar top for a while, before muttering a request for hot chocolate.

Edielwiess has been following at her heels As soon as Svava's seated, the calico jumps up to her lap and starts purring, being comforting.

One hand automatically rests on the half-grown cat, the other stares at the cup of hot chocolate.

No more tears, the Valkyrie can't cry any more.

susan-death.livejournal.com

Susan sits at a table a respectable distance from the reception. She can see Death, of course, and can detect quite a few of The Night People among the guests, including the groom. She wonders if this was the aquisition of 'in-laws' Death was talking about, and is tempted to go and meet them. Technically, it's her family too.

Nevertheless, she sits quietly and politely watching.

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

Isabel walks down into the bar with a laundry basket and heads over to the laundry room. She then returns to grab her tray, get some breakfast, and sit and wait for someone to need her.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Esk managed to get through Valentines without once having to turn anyone into anything. She barely noticed anything was wrong.

This morning, she orders her beer and breakfast and takes her usual seat by the fireplace.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks in through the front door an steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?"

Current Mood: calm

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes in from the outside, all snowy, and ice in his hair - winter has reclaimed the lake.

He sits with his customary mug in his customary seat by the fireplace, and, after feeding the trilobites and watching them for a while, starts reading a fat book.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Alex. Booth. Tea. Book. Add one unimaginative mun and you come up with a terrible entrance post.

milliways_sawyer

[OOC: Sawyer comes around.]

Moving slowly and careful not to bump into anyone or anything, Sawyer limps his way over to a booth and gently sits down.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie bounces downstairs, guitar in one hand and a duffle bag in the other. It looks like the bar has been cleaned up from last night's wedding--and he's still wearing a smile from that, remembering the joy on Moiraine's face--so he grabs some tea to fuel himself and starts decorating a corner for Claire's baby shower.

Yes, that would be "Child of Mine" he's humming.

mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com

Yamino wanders in, carrying a couple of cake boxes. This is not bizarre...because it's not.

sgt-rock.livejournal.com

Yawning, rubbing at his eyes, shedding bits of gravel as he goes, Detritus stumps into Milliways and makes his way to the bar.

sybil-t.livejournal.com

She steps through hesitantly, looked exhausted and drained--and then smiles. "Oh, Milliways!" she exclaims and claps her hands with glee.

It's been quite some time, but the Room of Requirement seems to now exactly when Sybil Trelawney needs a quiet place for a cup of tea.

mnt_raph

*The Lake Door opens and Raph enters. Though, it's wierd...you see him, but it doesn't register that he's there. Damn Ninja training.
He stands at the bar long enough to order some dry toast and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. From there he finds a table and tries to stay out of everyone's way.*

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Ako wanders in, seeking tea and inari sushi. Mostly the latter. Its rather nice to be here, where there aren't a dozen or two other people fighting over the inari sushi. Her steps click softly as she moves, and her kimono rustles with the sound of cloth against cloth and fur.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony needs coffee.

He slept like a baby last night for sure, but somehow a full night's rest isn't enough to make him feel rested in the morning. He rubs his eyes, shakes his head, and walks to the bar. "Coffee, please," he says. A mug, a bowl of sugar and cream appear. Tony stares at the mug.

Either he's dreaming, or the bar just gave him his Cubs mug.

Current Mood: surprised

colour_girl

*Iris comes into the bar, carrying a giggling elf girl under one arm, and a growling patypus under the other. She sets them down so that they can go play, then heads to the bar for a much needed drink.*

milliways_sawyer

After talking to Charlie, a shirtless Sawyer walks to the front door of the bar. He tentatively tries the door and sighs with relief when it opens for him. He sticks his head out to check that the coast is clear before walking out.

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

Lane wanders in cause she is getting very into this place. She sits at a table.

redtailedhawk.livejournal.com

Tobias is at a table with a copy of The Last Battle.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

For the second time in as many weeks, Charlie is leading a pregnant Claire around by the hand, her other hand covering her eyes. When they get to the bottom of the stairs, he leads her over to a corner, and then moves excitedly behind her. He squeezes her shoulders and says, "Okay, Claire. You can open your eyes."

When she does, she sees a brightly decorated area complete with cake, presents, and punch. A banner hangs from the ceiling proudly proclaiming its Congratulations!

"It's your baby shower, yeah?" Charlie says proudly and then ushers her over to the cleared booth.

She smiles gratefully at him as she sits in her designated place, the tears already forming in her eyes. "This is wonderful, Charlie. Thank you."

[[ooc: ~~mun is AFK for a little while. Be back soon!~~ Back!]]

sometimes-both.livejournal.com

* For once, Kate's hammers are hanging from her apron rather than in her hands. She approaches the bar and prods it with her fingertips, trying to understand how it works, or failing that, how to at least make it give her an ale. *

soulpoison.livejournal.com

Psyche walks through the door, smiling as she does so. "Oh. This isn't where I thought I'd be." She glances around. Oh well, here would be nice. And Eros would come for her if he wished to. And with that thought her smile widens. She looks around for someone to help her. Maybe the kind blonde woman who did the first time she had this dream. But then she must remind herself that it's not a dream. Not at all. She is very much awake and all of this is real.

She seems a little lost as she stands in front of the door.

iwillfongyou.livejournal.com

Wat's back! And he sees a face from his time. So he heads over.

lex-the-great.livejournal.com

Having finished a segment of his work for the day, the bald millionaire rose from the seat he had been sitting in for the past few hours and staring at the computer screen. His work was going fairly well as he glanced at the watch situated on one of his wrists. He chose to take a break, pondering even the possibility of dropping by at the Talon, but decided against it.

Instead, he decided to take a walk to work out the kinks in his body. Stretching slightly, he walked across the study to the large wooden doors, intending to go outside and take a stroll.

However, someone or something else seemed to have separate plans for him. When he pushed open those doors to step into the hallway, Lex found himself in a completely unexpected and unfamiliar place. Was this a...bar? Furrowing his brows, he turned back around, but the doors leading to his study were no longer there.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Or perhaps another freak accident. They were common in Smallville, after all.

phish-whiskasom.livejournal.com

She pads in. It's cold out, but there's a coat still hooked on her tail by the sleeve. Transforming, she picks herself up off the floor and settles on a bar stool.

She places a little change on the bar

"Cocoa please. With cream, lots of cream"

Her collar is still about her neck and again, she is absent-mindedly mopping behind her ears

Current Mood: content

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in the bar. Yes, old joke.
She's gotten herself another chocolate/peanut butter smoothie (despite the disasterous effects on Valentines) and is back to reading 'Timeline'. She alternately looks deeply interested in what she's reading, and like she's about to wing the book across the room in sheer frustration. Someone should stop her from reading books involving time travel ever again.

claire-hansen.livejournal.com

*Claire had been fuming about everyone trying to butt into her life, trying to tell her what she should be doing about Dean, trying to make her decisions for her. She had decided that, for now, it would be fun to deal with some Killer Girl Guides so she could get to the historian.

She opened the wardrobe door and stalked in, knowing that at least here, Austin could not follow her. That cat was entirely too meddlesome.

As she started to see light around her, she looked up -- and, instead of seeing the not-quite-Kingston that the Historian had built just for her (she should feel appreciated, but somehow it didn't end up that way), she seemed to be in a restaurant.

She looked around, noting the long, gleaming bar along one wall and the heavy, gorgeous furniture throughout -- and the beautiful explosions outside the windows. Then she started looking at the patrons --

"Good grief!", she thought, "the Historian's been reading sci-fi. I guess it's old enough that it's become fantasy."

As she looked around more, she realized that the Historian had also, apparently, been reading large quantities of fantasy -- and watching a good deal of television.

She pondered the sight in front of her for a minute. She considered leaving, but this place intrigued her, and the Historian hadn't managed that in ages.

She looked about for someone to ask questions of.*

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR-after spending much of his time outside and trying to get his thoughts together-is in the bar again. But instead of prowling, he's opted to park himself in a corner, his scanner light faded into nonexistence.

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

Hawkins is in the Bar. He hasn't left, really.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard and Armand step into the bar with shopping bags in hand. They walk over to Claire's baby shower for a while to drop off her presents before walking over to the bar to meet with Beth Metatronin.

Current Mood: cheerful

deadly-elegance.livejournal.com

Melisande Shahrizai enters Milliways for the first time. She tries to keep her confusion hidden, but at the sight of a small rat running past her with a tray of drinks, her mask slips. Looking around, she spots a small table in the corner and makes for it. She situates herself so she can see most of the room. One of the rat...things... rushes past, carrying what looks to be a tasty, if strange, drink. She thirstily wishes she knew how to ask for one, and resigns herself to watching the other..well, not people really. The other patrons.

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Mouse in the bar. He's less disheveled than yesterday, and is wearing different clothes.

He looks around for people he knows, and also for people he'd like to know.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar. Not in the rafters or on the piano for once, just seated at the bar, looking somber. Come chat if you like.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

agirllost

Feeling better than yesterday, Kim comes downstairs and looks around. There's a party going on. Oh right, she remembers Tony telling her about Claire's baby shower.

She decides to go over and congratulate Claire.

girl-of-gray.livejournal.com

Chiana wanders in from upstairs...having been on the edges of the parties and havoc that has happened in the last few days.

She settles at the bar with a slightly bored look as she orders a kralak dish...which the Bar can recreate quite well considering the lack of decent Nebari cooks in the Uncharted Territories.

pee-jee.livejournal.com

So Kitt's been kidnapped, work really, really sucks just now, and PeeJee? PeeJee needs a drink.

And since the St James' Pub is... a little bit messy... that means Milliways.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes into the bar. She's having a good day, and hopes that the trend will continue.

OOC: Yes, a short post, because I'm not sure the LJ will let me post..

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(Outfit 3)

Mina glides downstairs, her long red hair straight down her back. She picks a table and rests there.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim slips quietly into the bar. It may not look like Tim, but it's him. Cause, well, he REALLY wants to avoid Raph. Yeh. So Tim pads across the floor and hops up on the bar, where he can watch the room for trouble. But thats kind of boring. So he taps the bar.*

Bowl of water please.

*As it appears, Tim begins to practice his magic. The water rises up, forming a crystaline tree, then spits in half, forming a nifty little valley with a river running through it. Then a bridge over the river, with a little boatman, rowing....down...the...river.... Tim sits up straight, a thought running around on human feet in his little catty head.*

Bar......?

*He has something in his voice. She's sure warned by now he's up to something, and the image of a margarita wavers on the bar. A tenative yes, right.*

Have i congratulated you on your engagment? No, of course i haven't how rude of me, congratulations my dear girl, you are quite lucky to have snapped up such a man.... and He's even luckier....

*Tim watches Bar for a moment as the wood reddens. okay, suffcient buttering up....*

I was...wondering... Could you possibly make me some Water of Lethe?

*The bar is empty for a long moment, and then a vial of deep blue water rests before Tim.*

Excelllllent.....

thecoolone

After the Valentine's Day fiasco, Bill's been scarce. Just in case there are any residual Cupid's Arrows hanging about; the last thing he wants is to be hit by anything like that. He's just fine with the way things are, thank you very much.

There's safety in the familiar and in authority figures. And even though he's been on his own for almosmt a decade, there's still something just a bit comforting about a stern and wise former Head of House; Bill goes to pay Professor McGonagall a visit.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil looks around the kitchen in something approaching despair.

"But -" he says.

Squeak says Ratty.

"But what if - "

Squeak squeak says Carl

"Kiki-Lynn?" Gil asks

She doesn't even dignify that with a reply but heads out to the bar with more food and drink.

Squeak says Ratty and gives Gil's leg a shove.

"But," he says again, "I've never done this before."

Roland doesn't squeak - he sniggers and makes a certain paw gesture and Ratty slaps him.

"Oh well if that's all there is to it," Gil says and smiles, picks up the tray and slips out the back way to take the back stairs to the guest rooms.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

At some stage in the afternoon, Asar-Suti leaves his usual place by the fire and the trilobite tank, and goes upstairs to tidy up his room - he is going to spend an evening with GIl, and not any old haphazard evening, but proper time together, reserved for love and talk and leisure.

So he goes to make his room really cozy, and then waits for Gil.

balletrat

*Meg bounces downstairs and into the bar. She is not a dragon.*

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion wanders down, stumbling just a little bit. He looks as if he hasn't slept for about a week... and the giant grin on his face indicates that he probably doesn't care very much. His hand is entwined with Ce'Nedra's, who walks down beside him with a satisfied little smile on her face that says the same thing if only in a very smug, quiet, and less conspicuous way.*

not_that_spike

The other day, someone put brownies at the bar.

Spike still has two. No, fix that: he's just eaten half of one.

This tastes like shit.

But he eats the rest of it anyhow.

Why the hell not.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

*Zedd again can be found with his eyes wide open as he leans up against the wall. His eyes blink a few times and he starts walking to the bar to get something to eat. He slowly thinks over what he should get in his head. Not sure if he wants spice soup again, maybe a plate of ham, cheese, or even some chicken. He decides to get all of it and a pot of tea. Finding a nice little table to sit at he puts all of his things on it, filling the table up, and begins to indulge himself. He waves a heavy shield of air around his table to keep the sound out as he eats. If someone decided to walk into the shield they would need to put some effort into getting through. After he had enough to calm his hunger enough to talk he let the shield drop.*

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie's behind the bar, in the t-shirt from the icon.

"Happy Hour's on, my fellow Americans. Specials tonight are the Basic White Junkie, the Lady of Shadows, and the Grumpy Old Man with a Gun, all of which I invented, which is why they're half-priced. Try your luck. And if you're feeling lucky, there's the Grumpy Old Man with a 6 Gun, guaranteed to fuck you up."

[OOC: Thread is closed, and I am going to bed.]

the_lioness

*Alanna enters, her cheeks flushed from a lengthy training session in the cold. Smiling, she scans the room and takes a seat on an empty table, her feet resting on the chair before her. She's half hoping Sawyer is around so she can either apologize or get another punch in if he's stupid enough to try anything again.*

shoot-dont-talk.livejournal.com

The front door of the bar swings open, and in swaggers a man wearing a -- slightly dusty -- fine suit with a ruffled shirt under it. The effect would be nice if the shirt wasn't open at the collar, exposing a wild thatch of chest hair. He reeks of cheap cologne, and his hair has -- alas! -- not been combed for a few days.

He has a very big gun -- the butt has a design done in inlaid pearl -- in a holster at his side. There's a rawhide loop threaded through a steel eyelet embedded in the butt of the revolver. The loop is around his neck. You can never be too careful.

He sweeps the hat from his head, and surveys his surroundings. Then he turns around and looks at the door he just came through. He'd walked through batwings. This door was...a door. His eyes narrow.

"Hey...this no saloon!"

Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez has come to the bar at the end of the universe.

And he's thirsty.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

The door opens with a bang and through it comes Kon, for his third time in. Oops, maybe it shouldn't be quite put that way. Because it makes it sound liek he walked in.

It was rather less voluntary than that. Instead, the guy flies in backwards, hitting the ground and skidding backwards until he runs into the oppisite wall. Rather as if someone threw him in, huh?

As expected, it takes him a moment to figure out where he is. When Kon figures it out, he groans loudly, and lets his head thunk back against the wall. "Oh. Great."

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polly wanders downstairs, she wouldn't have come down but she is expecting someone. Could also be why she is wearing a dress. Definitely not a dress for the winter but still she looks cute. *

alas_alas

Echo quietly comes into the bar. Seeing a group gathered, and remembering what Yamino told her, she wanders slowly over.

But feel free to tag her on the way.

nita_callahan

Nita appears through the front door this time -- literally, melting through the wood. She looks around, opens the door to make sure Grand Central is still there (it is), and heads over to the bar to order the soda. She thanks Bar in the Speech and wanders over to a table, pulling out her manual. Time for some studying.

scottish-witch.livejournal.com

A cat walks into the bar. It looks around for a moment, and then shifts into a relieved looking Minerva McGonagall. "Oh, thank the flying Edain*. I thought I would never find my way back here."

She walks over to the bar, in search of her customary cup of tea.

*(OOC: Edain was the Celtic goddess of horse-back riding. I'm pretending she was also a witch who invented the first flying broomsticks.)

Current Mood: relieved

milliways_sawyer

[OOC: On the island.]

Sawyer walks through the door. In one hand, he carries a duffel bag obviously stuffed with clothes. In the other, he has a white plastic "Australia Zoo" bag tied up with a crude rope of braided grass. He sees Claire and heads over.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet is down in the bar. She grabs a milkshake and then takes a seat at a table with said milkshake. All is going better in Violet's world.

flybywash

Wash half-dozes in an overstuffed chair by the fire, legs draped over one of the chair's arms, head pillowed against the other. A mostly full mug of cocoa rests on the floor.

His expression is by and large contented, but there's a tightness along his shoulders that suggests all is not entirely well in Wash-world.

i-slay-too.livejournal.com

Abigail is brave enough tonight to go down to the bar. Seems she's done a bit of drinking up in her room. She doesn't look too great. But...she's downstairs. Meaning she's...not too bad. She orders a beer. And some pizza. She'll need some help to prepare herself if certain people show up in the bar.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is a creature of habit. He walks down the stairs, leans back against the bar, and pours angst from his harp. You know the drill.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Millie and Wade are in the bar. Mun feels the need to add something good.

Um.

Look! New Fables cover has been released!*

gramarye1971

*Battered briefcase and folded newspaper in hand, Merriman enters the bar and sets his briefcase on one of the stools at the bar proper. He opens his briefcase, and from its depths he removes two, four, six, eight rather thick bundles of what appear to be some kind of bank-note. He places the bundles on the surface of the bar, and they promptly vanish.*

*to the bar* My apologies for the Reichsbanknoten, but short of burning them they're quite impossible to dispose of elsewhere. *He closes his briefcase.* And despite inflation, they should cover the cost of a Lapsang Souchong -- black, no sugar, if you please.

*He takes the cup of tea that the bar gives him and retires to an unoccupied table.*

locks_it_up

[OOM: *sigh* ]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. It may be noted that he has a book, and is reading it. It may further be noted that the book is very much not in English. To continue the trend of notes (admittedly a lame attempt at being interesting in the entrance post), it may be noted that he has damp hair from just taking a shower. Arithon would hasten to inform anyone who asked that indoor plumbing is the most spectacular part of the modern world.

claire-hansen.livejournal.com

*Claire walks away from the baby shower and back towards the bar, wondering if there's anyone around she can talk to.

She sits on one of the barstools, leans on the bar, and looks around.*

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack is bored out of his skull. He's not necessarily one of those people who needs to be working all the time, but his life is usually pretty hectic, and he's gotten used to that. Now that he's bound, however, he's finding it a little hard to cope.

The baby shower's in full swing over in one corner but he doesn't really want to intrude. He doesn't know the mother-to-be and he's not the type to wander over and introduce himself. Not to mention the fact that Tony's over there, and appears to be enjoying himself. Better to keep his distance, not spoil the party.

Glancing over as a loud burst of laughter echoes from the corner, he sees someone familiar leaving the circle of guests; someone he's very glad to see, and who appears to be looking for someone, hopefully him.

"Audrey," he calls out, waving to her.

[OOC: ~~Jack and Audrey need to talk, but the post is open!~~ And Jack-mun is off to bed. Night all!]

Current Mood: relieved
Current Music: The Who--Behind Blue Eyes

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's at a table, papers strewn around her, and a notebook in the middle. She has an MP3 player on, headphones in her ears, and she's bopping along to a song as she writes, sketches, and generally seems to be making plans of some sort. Every so often, she'll start singing lyrics, perhaps not too quietly. The most surprising thing, however, is that Valentine actually seems to be taking a night off. Let's see how long this lasts.

I will survive.
As long as I know how to love
I know I’ll be alive.
I’ve got all my life to live.
I’ve got all my love to give.
I will survive.
I will survive.

It took all the strength I had
Just not to fall apart.
I’m trying hard to mend
The pieces of my broken heart.
And I spent oh so many nights
Just feeling sorry for myself.
I used to cry.
But now I hold my head up high.

diehard_daniel

Daniel's in the bar, oblivious to the fact that Jack showed up. What he's been up to is hard to ascertain, since he doesn't look particularly excited or upset or anyhting, really. He's just here, sitting at a table, eating some unidentifiable foreign food and drinking coffee - again. He's not even doing research. It's entirely possible that he's taking - gasp, shock - a vacation.

deadirishdemon.livejournal.com

Doyle is:

1. Dead.

2. Irish.

3. A demon.

~~But then, you could tell that from his user name.~~ He's also in the bar. Come say hi.

wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com

Deadpool's at the bar. With a toaster. And it's smoking.

It smells like... holy god, is he cooking PORK CHOPS IN THE TOASTER?

rb-riddick.livejournal.com

*Riddick walks downstairs and takes his normal place at the bar by the wall. He sits and orders a drink. He's not in the mood to be bothered, though if someone wanted to have interesting conversation he might be persuaded to speak.*

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs.

Susan Delgado is not in the bar.

He thus relaxes, and goes to the bar. Time for dinner.

up-there.livejournal.com

Satan walks through the front door. Not one that's been here before, a new one. He's big and red and looks, well, like the icon. How's laziness? He's getting ready to do his hourly speech to the new arrivals to Hell, not yet realizing where he is. Look, there he goes.

"I AM THE DARK LORD, what? Where am I?"