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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Eddie and Susannah, some more.

Less breaky, more spoilery for DT7.]

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[mnt_raph]

[oom: Rm 134]
Raph's awake...and naked.
*shamelessly uses sex to premote plot*

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[goodnightjulia.livejournal.com]

Luna quietly walks to the House of Arch portrait, and leaves.

She knew coming back was a good idea.

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[simon_doctor]

[OOM: Aftermath. Last night, the return to Serenity.]

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[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*It's the drink that appears first. An apple of Eden. The cocktail stirrer appears before the hand that's holding it.

And then there's the Lady*

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is still in the bar, trying to hide from the populace in general. Should he go to either house, the situation would be just as bad as if he were to stay where he is.

So he stays.

And he drinks a glass of red wine.

No, really, it is wine.

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[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

There is an Eris in the bar.






Her entrance post does not contain whitetext.

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

There is a sudden gust of wind, and a howling noise for just a second. A red blur flashes through the halls and into the bar almost too fast to see.

Then he's there. Flash is sitting on the floor by the bar, shivering in cold sweat, his heart racing, his breathe short.

He looks around, afraid of what he'll see...

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

OOM post: Gil and Asar-Suti get into a tavern dispute on Asar-Suti's homeworld

(chat loggage)

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard comes in early today. He walks over to Bar and speaks softly to her.

"Could I get some breakfast, lovely? Something simple and easy to keep down? I don't want to bother anyone in the kitchens yet."

Bar gives him a bowl of oatmeal and honey and tea with lemon.

"Oh, thanks, that's brilliant, you're wonderful."

He pats Bar and vows to give her a polish later.

When he starts his shift he ties on his apron and sits on a stool and leans back against the wall. He's very quiet and still today. No polishing and re-arranging glasses a hundred times, just sitting.

"What'll it be?"

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[gone_byebye]

When there isn't a sun around to do the setting, the human circadian rhythm expands to a 26-to-28-hour cycle. In practical terms this means that as far as Ray is concerned, 'morning' is 'the time separated from last night by having slept and changed his clothes'.

He's slept and changed his clothes. And tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to get all the traces of ink off his forearms. Oh, well. He'll just have to live with looking like he was attacked by a mad Bic sales rep until he thinks to ask the Bar for some cleaning fluid. This is pretty low on his priority list, though, somewhere after more notebooks and breakfast. Which he is now eating at one of the tables as he goes over the contents of the four or five notebooks he's filled up so far.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's]

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Enter Cuthbert, with the biggest grin ever.

No, really. He dares you to out-grin him today.

He walks to the bar and lays a revolver on it--it's a Smith and Wesson, but he doesn't know that, and it's been carefully cleaned and oiled to look as good as new--and the bar takes it and produces another in its place--the huge, ancient, sandelwood-handgripped gun that's a twin to the other he still wears.

"Thanks, love." He slips the gun back into its holster. "And whoever left the other one there--next drink they buy is on my tab, alright?"

He gets coffee, then heads to a chair by the fire, grinning uninterruptedly the whole time.

[ooc: mun has work for an hour, in an hour]

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk enters the bar carrying a large wicker basket in her non-staff arm, with it's contents tucked neatly under a black cloth. She places it on the bar and it vanishes, while her tab drops considerably.

Two pints of Scumble appears in its place. She looks a bit startled.

"You trying to kill me, sweetie?" Then she turns around and sees Barry talking to Meg. He doesn't look good.

"Oh."

ETA: Esk still has two pints of the apple beverage, and will be looking to get rid of the other one. Fear.

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[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

Hal Jordan steps into the front door of Milliways. The leather bomber jacket that has become his civilian trademark has seen much better days, but Hal himself isn't looking too much older than the last time. Perhaps a great deal wiser. Maybe it's the grey hair at the temples. Or the glowing ring on his hand. As he takes in the sights before him, a smile appears that doesn't quite reach his eyes. This isn't a look of recognition, because he's not even sure who is here. The bar itself barely resembles the bar in his memory. All the same, this is the relief that can only come with a vacation from reality itself.

He considers stepping up to the bar, then stops himself. When he arrived years ago, he was nobody. These days it might be better to slide into a corner booth and get his bearings. Hal finds an out of the way table, sits and waits.

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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post-this. adult content.]

Charlie comes into the bar through the front door and goes straight up the stairs. In a few minutes he's back, in clean clothes and with his guitar and notebook. No baby today. Probably for the best.

He collects breakfast and goes to the back of the bar, to practice songs for the wedding next week.

( like this one. )

It's a lot more cheerful than his expression.

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[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai enters the bar, looking around for Indy. She doesn't see him, so with a sigh she sits at a barstool and orders some coffee and some pancakes. The Bar provides both along with a letter.


She smiles, relieved, and enjoys her breakfast. She'll go up there in a little while.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel walks down into the bar, grabbing her tray. She also grabs food and a cherry cola. She's pretty much mastered the balance of sit around and do your own thing while waiting on people.

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[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer's at the bar looking surly. That's about it.

[OOC: Apologies ahead of time if I disappear. It means my grad advisor has yanked me away to go do work.]

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Plain waffles?]

Clad in a white T-shirt and some creased khakis, Indy saunters downstairs and makes his way over to the bar. "Maple syrup?"

A jug of the required substance appears and he turns to head back up to his suite. Someone catches his eye a few stools down however. He decides to stay a while and orders some coffee, smirking to himself as he observes discretely.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

Liam comes in through the front door. Unusually for him, he's wearing sunglasses - but then, he does come in from Australia. The split lip, however, is less easy to explain away.

On the other hand, he seems cheerful and relaxed, like a weight's been taken off his shoulders that he's been carrying for some time.

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[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory had been looking for a pair of shoes in her closet...

Whoever was in charge was being funny, as Rory is now in the bar without any shoes, at least she's clothed.

Should she be worried about this?

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[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

Abby wanders down to the bar, sitting down and ordering a sandwich. She glances around, to see who she can see.

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar from outside. Off with the boots. On with the toe shoes. Now that she's back in the habit of going home regularly, it's become routine.*

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Barts in the bar. He has been for a while. He's speeding around, sometimes barely visible, sometimes the more obvious blur of yellow. Finally he slows down, leaning against the bar.

"Whoo. This place is HUGE!"

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[deadly-elegance.livejournal.com]

Melisande enters the bar, feeling unusually tired. She stops at the bar long enough to get some coffee, a new discovery thanks to Henry, and shuffles over to her corner. She slumps into a seat and stares out into space, thinking...well, not thinking much, actually. Just zoning.

[OOC: Mun is bored and willing to discuss just about anything w/ anyone. Even flying pink turtles, should the subject arise :P]

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe's feeling understandably... squicked. She's contemplating asking the bar for something to help her go blind, when a vodka appears.
"I don't really drink that stuff." A tea appears.
"No, not a tea drinker either." A coffee appears.
"Can't have that stuff anymore. Too much distress on the system." Fruit juice appears.
"No, not in the mood for fruit." Chocolate milk.
"Nope, not for me." Soy milk.
"Ew."

Duct tape materializes on The Bar. Chloe hears... a sigh? Coming from The Bar?

[ooc: Mun will be back later, Fish Fry tonight! Back!]

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[timefortubbies.livejournal.com]

Now THERE'S something you don't see every day.

The door breezes open, and four... very odd creatures... bumble through. They range in height from about 5'8" all the way down to 4 and change on the low end, and seem entirely too excited to be here. They chitter and coo amongst themselves.

"Whazzat?! Whazzat! Whazzat?!"

Then, as if in acknowledgement, all four chime in in perfect harmony.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR."

Over the hills and far away, the Teletubbies have come to play.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wanders out by the lake, wrapped in a thick jacket and a hand-knitted scarf. Her hair's loose, and it streams out behind her like a violently purple mass of hair. Oh, wait.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard walks into the bar, and sits down on a stool. He doesn't really pay much attention to his surroundings until he hears Armand and Richard squabbling nearby.*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes down into the bar, pausing only briefly to stare in horror at the Teletubby invasion. For a minute, her brain wars with itself. On the one hand, redemption, no more killing. On the other hand, they're not human or anything...and she is the Slayer...

In the end, it's the mental reminder of Bar rules that wins, and she settles for jumping up into the rafters and hoping the Teletubbies aren't Bound.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs to the bar, her drawing supplies in hand. She is going to finish the picture tonight.

She is back in her normal clothes, and Elaine breathes a sigh of relief.

Something's still bothering her about the picture, but she'll figure it out. Eventually.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred. Bar. Scotch.

The makings of a perfect opening post if the mun could stop being lazy.

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie enters the bar, looking rumpled and, well, beaming. His grin clearly tells Cuthbert's to bring it, bitch.

Among other things, Cuthbert did not have amazing post-gunslinging sex last night.

He orders a Coke from the bar and then, because he is disgusting, puts Sweet and Low in it. I don't get him sometimes.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[And Delia is in the bar, feeling mildly bored, but bearably so. Outfit of the night is a black turtlenecked jumper with an ankle-length velvet skirt that looks like snake-skin...]

[well, she's always been fond of symbols, really.]

[over to her normal booth, she draws her legs up and curls into the corner, reading 'The Collected Works of Oscar Wilde']

[every so often, there can be heard a faint giggle from her booth.]

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins is quite busy. Smoking, that is. Oh, and don't forget the drinking. Yep, definitely drinking. Especially to forget.

He doesn't look too good, but he never does.

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[henry_fitzroy]

There is a vampire romance novelist in the bar. He's sitting in a booth by himself.

Poor vampire romance novelist. Maybe someone should talk to him.




[OOC: Mun is around for about an hour, then will be disappearing until 12 Pacific time.]

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Consequences

Tony is being breaky in his room if anyone wants to visit him. That's given, of course, that your character knows where he's staying. ;) ]

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Waffles, turtles and a feather boa )




NC-17: Sexual content... after turtles leave

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is in the bar and doing some of his favorite things-namely, nosing around, asking too many questions, and trying to get involved in other people's business. Who shall he bother today?

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[ecco-dolphin.livejournal.com]

Delphinus is in the bar. He has been for a while, being Bound and all, but his mun was given Pokémon LeafGreen for Valentine's he's just been kind of quiet, observing. He's ready for some talking again now, though, and is roaming the bar, looking for people to bother.

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[a-goblin-queen.livejournal.com]

She was here, tucked away in a booth as if she was trying to hide. She was trying but had not put in the extra effort, just biting her nails. Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks blotchy like she had been crying.

Summons!

[claire-hansen.livejournal.com]

*Claire runs through the front door, pauses for a moment, turning her head back and forth like she's listening for something, then runs through the bar and out the door to the lake.*

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[true_desire]

Desire sneaks into the bar.

... As much as Desire ever sneaks, anyway.

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[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways slides open, and Wedge walks through. Today he's wearing his Flight suit, so much more comfortable than the Dress Uniform he's been having to wear recently. He looks around. He's not quite sure why he's back in this bar, but it doesn't bother him this time.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Lecter appears in the same location he had been filling (that is, a table near the piano) as he had been last night. Again, he goes to the bar and acquires a brandy snifter and warmer set.

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[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole's feeling a bit up today, so instead of walking down the stairs he decides to just flame into the bar. A new CD and a drink (Irish Coffee) later, he flames over to a seat and puts on some headphones.

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[i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar opens slowly, and a young woman impeccably dressed in a black dress with matching gloves and a stylish black chocker enters. She looks around, but doesn't see who she was looking for. She shrugs, and moves towards the bar as though she owns the place.

(no subject)

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Susan is in the bar.
She's drinking a Gin and tonic.

She is not looking very friendly. But then, she never looks friendly.

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[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Armand enters Milliways with bedhead.

That is, five minutes beforehand, he'd been asleep.

Now he's not.

He's barely even dressed: sweatpants and Richard's too-large sweater, and he stomps into the bar, and yells.

"RICHARD OLIVER MAYHEW YOU IDIOT!"

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren sits at a table.

But is Warren Wes, or is he Warren?

Well...he's Warren...

Why do you ask?

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[aching-all-over.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and a sheep trots into the bar.

Seconds later, it opens again, and a Tiffany trots into the bar. She looks around frantically and poses a question to the bar at large.

"Has anyone seen a sheep?"

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee's in the bar.

Well, she's been in the bar all day, in and out. Mostly doing food runs upstairs for Kitt... but he was downstairs now too, goofing off with his brother while PeeJee collected dinner-- mocha shake with whipped cream and a wafer cookie he could soak for Kitt, a huge Shrimp Louis (with no avocado and a side of mozarella sticks... and a beer) for PeeJee.

Although someone could catch her before she orders.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

David enters the bar wearing yesterday's clothes like a second skin, last night's guilt like an aura.

He makes his way to the bar, orders a glass of Scotch, and heads to a booth, sliding in and trying to make himself invisible.

(no subject)

[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie comes into the bar and immediately spots Bernard. He takes a deep breath and heads over*

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post]

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*The Muse appears with a minimum of fuss on the piano bench and begins to play*

Hands touch
Eyes meet
Sudden silence
Sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy world
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl

Don't dream
Too far
Don't lose sight of
Who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl

Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what might have been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile
Lithe limb
She is winsome
She wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl

Don't wish
Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs, she has a notebook and a pencil. She sits at table and draws. She stops once in a while to think and stare at what she's drawing.*

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She speaks to the bar.

"Can I get a bourbon on the rocks please?"

The drink appears and Columbia smiles. Then she sits at the bar drinking her drink and people-watching.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon fal'al'Bernard. Caith daer lia, Arithon kel. Kiel Arithon, an itenia'seth i'on.

Arithon fal'al'Door.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. Once again, he's been there for a while, ledger book and 'pencil' in hand. He will learn these blasted Rune things....

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways


[ooc: warning for unpleasantness]

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[noir-pi.livejournal.com]

*The door to the bar opens and a tongue of mist swirls along the floor, curling over the worn toes of a pair of spectators. A man in a trench coat and fedora steps in and closes the door behind him with an audible click. He scans the room without moving his head, and saunters toward the bar.*

So, it was this joint again. It had been awhile since I opened the door to Mickey's and ended up in Milliways. Then again, the last time I was here was right after I closed the twin case, and I wrapped up the Stone case yesterday. It made sense, in a strange kind of way.

Entrance post

[magicpapermouse.livejournal.com]

The door opens a tiny crack and a musical paper mouse rushes into the bar.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg sits at the bar, looking pensively down at the map of Paris spread out before her on the bar.

Several locations are circled in pen.*

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel comes downstairs, gets some tea and soup from the bar, and settles in at a table.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland Deschain is sitting at a table, currently engrossed in The Lord of the Rings.

He also has a glass of whiskey beside him. The good stuff.

Oh, and a very large steak.

Roland might be celebrating. But don't tell him I said so.

(no subject)

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

*There is a box in the middle of the bar, covered in a black sheet.*

*Suddenly there is no more box, but there is a Donkey tangled in the black sheet. He kicks, he shimmies, he wiggles, he bites. But the sheet holds him captive.*

*He's got his voice back, so lots of cursing can be heard, except not really because he's only PG-rated, so most of it's censored. But maybe you can hear the bleeping.*

*Finally, Donkey emerges from the sheet still clothed in his magenta polka-dotted tutu, ballet slippers, and black-rose sweater. The makeup's gone. . . for now. You never can tell with Donkey.*

*As he trots off he can very distinctly be heard shouting:*




I'm free at last, free at last. Thank God almighty, I'm free at last. And I'm huntin' down all you mother *beep*ers who laughed at me last night. That's right. I am gonna find you and I am gonna make you pay. Nobody puts Donkey in a corner box and gets away with it. Not even that stupid little puddle baby. Not even the scary man with the knife. That's right. Fear me now. I'm hunting you down. Nobody's safe. Not even YOU. . .

What the hell?

[jez-on-wheels.livejournal.com]

( Huh? )