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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

After having a Freaky Slayer Dream...

Faith comes into the bar, sweating and pale, dark circles under her eyes, and heads straight for the bar.

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[aj_crawley]

*the low-key noises of the bar-patrons talking and of the clink of glasses are briefly overlaid with the sound of London traffic. Crowley wanders in, making a beeline for the bar. He looks as though he's feeling a damn sight better than the last time he was in here, even if he does seem a little tired. It's not long before the demon is settled at his usual table with a pot of apple tea, and even less before his head is resting against the back of his chair, his feet propped on a second. He's not sleeping, though. Certainly not*

(no subject)

[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix is sitting at a table in a shadowy corner. See him sitting? He's been there for a while. Really.

He isn't looking for anyone. Not anymore. He isn't hiding either though. No... really... it's just a coincidence that he's almost hidden in the shadows. Really. It was an accident. A bulb in the overhead light blew out.

Or something.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

OOM Post: Gil and Asar-Suti arrive in New Orleans, and talk to Lestat and Khayman.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is in bar. He's doing somethign different. He's floating. Yup, just hovering in the air above the bar. I'm sure he has some reason for it.*

(no subject)

[mediocresaint.livejournal.com]

Salieri is in the bar. It's not quite by choice, but he's getting closer and closer to that elusive chord that seems to bring him from his music room to this place.

Strangely enough, he's avoiding the suspect chords in his own music. He wonders when it'll show, but there's enough worriment at the court for the composer to miss a beat here and there when he's performing. The stresses of these turbulent times are taking their toll on everybody, and why wouldn't a has-been take it harder than the others?

What a grumpy musician!

Breakfast in Glasgow

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's out for the weekend, but here, have a millichannel marker.

^_^

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[colour_girl]

*Iris appears in the bar, looking exhausted. She goes to one of the chairs by the fire and curls up in it.*

[ooc: I have no idea how long I'm going to be around. I will need to eventually sleep sometime soon. So.]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael appears in the door of the bar, looking exhausted. He sees Crowley, and heads over*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray is settled in at one of the tables with the growing stack of notebooks and the PKE meter neatly set out on front of him. He's acquired a ring, he's writing in a hard-bound book instead of the spiral notebooks that make up the majority of his stack, and he's got his feet propped up on the proton pack in an alarmingly casual fashion. And he's humming merrily to himself.

In short, he looks like a man who's had a lot of questions answered.

[OOC: The mun has to go visit her parents today, most likely, but should be available and active tonight. Maybe even part of this afternoon. is in the kitchen making lunch and should be available for a while this afternoon as she'll be visiting her parents tomorrow instead.]

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[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

Christian saunters downstairs from his flat. He only just woke up, so his hair is ruffled and he looks a bit disheveled. He stares at the Bar for a second, and a nice hot cup of coffee and a newspaper appears. He takes the coffee gingerly and grabs the newspaper, looking for a comfy spot to sit down. He sees a large, understuffed chair and makes for it. Once there, he sips his coffee and opens the paper straight to the comics. Giggling ensues.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony dreams... ]

(no subject)

[deadly-elegance.livejournal.com]

Melisande came skipping into the bar, looking for all the world like a piece of wildfire that had come to life. She was wearing her favorite blood red spun wool dress, one that she had dyed herself. She halted herself at the Bar and ordered her new favorite drink, coffee. She grabbed it and prepared it the way Henry had shown her. She turned around, leaning up against the bar, looking around and quietly humming to herself.

Afternoon Bartending

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's behind the Bar for a little while.

Whee?*

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*See Polly wander downstairs.
See Polly sit in a booth and draw.
Draw Polly Draw*

(no subject)

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Well, Robin hadn't been brought to this place in a while, so it was only due time, wasn't it? The masked boy wasn't sure he was grateful of this place or not, though. It had caused some trouble, but it was nice to get away from the chaos of crime fighting every now and then.

Going up to the bar, he ordered some Zesti before leaving the appropriate amount of money on the counter top. Carrying the cold glass of Zesti, Robin made his way over to one of the booths to watch for anyone he recognized in the bar.

(no subject)

[ex-last-scion.livejournal.com]

Bethany's in the bar, in a chair by the fire. Go talk to her.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

And Helen is in the bar. Melina at her heels, as per usual. She gets tea from the bar and sits there...relaxing. Come say Hi!

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David enters the bar looking only marginally better than yesterday. He sits, not at the bar or at a booth, but huddled up by the fire.

Eliie is faintly visible by his side.

(no subject)

[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Today is the day. Dianne really is going to do it this time. She's going to check the door. See if she's Bound. If she isn't, she'll leave. If she is, she'll figure out what to do later.

So it's understandable that she's terribly nervous and looking for any kind of reason to delay the big moment. So when she comes downstairs, she pauses and looks around for someone she knows.

She sees Liam with a little girl, and she can guess immediately who the girl is. She lights up and goes over.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Today had been a difficult day in London Below. Tom and Door were still trying to deal with two factions who were getting dangerously close to disrupting the Floating Market. They weren't breaching the truce, but they were causing enough turmoil right outside that something had to be done. Neither party was rational nor willing to be mediated and today a slur had been cast upon Tom by one of the leaders of the clans involved. Door had been angered enough to cancel the meeting right then and there. As they'd walked home, Tom thought of the Marquis and his talk of factions. Politics in London Below was messy and difficult. Now Door had excused herself to her study for some quiet time to think, and Tom had decided come to Milliways.

Tom walks into the bar, looking vaguely worried. He spots Merriman and decides to take his mind off London Below politics with a possible discussion of another topic close to his confused heart.*

In the Greenhouse...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine walks into the greenhouse. It's been a few days since she's planted her lilies, and each time she's come to see them, they've been a bit bigger every day. Things certainly grow fast here!

"You darlings are coming up so nicely for me," she says in a low voice. "I am so looking forward to seeing what you look like." Yes, Elaine talks to flowers. At least she knows they're not supposed to talk back.

She picks up a watering can and begins to water her patch.

There are about thirty bulbs, all of which are going to bloom. Some will be simple, some will be exotic. We are not sure about any...peculiarities these lilies will display.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith, having had yet another freaky dream, comes downstairs from her room, looking even more wrung out than she did last time, and heads straight for the bar. Woe.

(no subject)

[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders downstairs, looking very tired. After a quick glance around, she grabs soda and sits down somewhere.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy is watering the roses. Humming. It's such a lovely day! The sun is shining, the flowers are growing . . .*

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: By the Lake]

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

*Zedd and Lady Death walk into the bar from upstairs. They walk over to a table, where Zedd pulls out a chair for Lady Death to sit down in. He then walks over to the bar and orders a pot of tea, two cups, two plates of steak and potatoes, some rolls, and two bowls of spice soup. He takes them back over to the table and sits down, giving Lady Death her food and a cup. He fills her cup with tea as they start talking*

(no subject)

[ember_eleven]

Ember slips into the bar, and hides under a table, watching people.

(no subject)

[acerbic-peach.livejournal.com]

Gillette scans the bar, looking for someone he knows. He's thinking mostly from a scientific perspective right now--he'd like to learn more about the 21st century; his conversation with Kim has made him intently curious about people to whom he would seem historical. He's heard that a number of Kim's friends are here as well, and he rather misses talking to Shelley...

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is a very cute kitty dozing lightly on the bar. He never asked to be cute. It just happened.*

(no subject)

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audrey walks downstairs from Jack's room, a little irritated. She sits down at the bar and orders a...margarita sounds good.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

After her short sojourn in the greenhouse and her conversation with Faith, Elaine goes upstairs to wash her hands and then comes back down to the bar for dinner.

She gets her usual fare and sits at a table, watching the patrons come and go.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks into the bar from the House of Arch. She's wearing a t-shirt which states on the front, in bold, black letters: Do not meddle in the affairs of Milliways Staff, for you are but a plaything for Security. As she walks up to Bar, a box appears. To Valentine Wiggin and Luke Skywalker. Val eyes it, runs it back to the House of Arch, then sits down, picking up her tray, and a mug of tea. Waitstaff on duty!

(no subject)

[-memnoch.livejournal.com]

Duh nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, MEMNOCH!

Memnoch.

Memnoch.

On guard...

[katmobile.livejournal.com]

Personal Log:

Erica is currently in the midst of attempting to acquire comestibles, and presumably inquiring about lodgings.

Meanwhile, I have been left with the charge of watching over Trek, who is still currently asleep in a chair near the fireplace. The universe is apparently imploding outside the window.

I have no idea where we are, or how we came to be here. As a vehicle, I am uncomfortable with the idea of being indoors - motorcycles belong outside, and I wouldn't mind being there now. At least it would be more familiar. However, no one has complained thus far about my presence, and I do have a duty to perform.

I wish I knew where we were. Erica seems to be taking things more in her stride, but I think that may have more to do with her overwhelming relief at finding Trek than anything else. I don't think much else has registered with her yet.

No, that is left for me to ponder over.

I wish I knew where we were.

/Personal log.

((ooc: mun note. I can't seem to log into my gmail account, so any comments may be slow. I have to check at the site rather than being notified by comments, grr.))

(no subject)

[emperor-cats.livejournal.com]

Enter CATS. See CATS have a seat at the bar.

You have no chance to survive make your time. ...well, actually, you probably do, since CATS isn't too interested in setting up someplace outside of time the bomb, and time is actually pretty hard to make, but still.

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[balletrat]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways, in Paris]

*Meg comes into the bar and looks around immediately for Gavroche. Not seeing him, she removes her boots, puts on her ballet slippers, and heads to the bar. A glass of wine would come in very handy, right now.*

(no subject)

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Blaise's Doom]
---
Blaise is suddenly standing, blinking a lot. He looks around his surrounding, and a smile slowly grows on his face.

"I'm back..."

(no subject)

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

Ryan is in the bar eating his sandwich and wishing he had a book to read.

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia comes in through the kitchen. Her hair is pulled back in a sensible, flowerless braid, and she's not in her usual flounces and lace.

She looks calm. Not happy, not sad, calm.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam walks in through the front door.

There's a small blonde girl sitting on his shoulders.

(no subject)

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe's in a booth, spilling out the contents of her purse. She'd say she has no shame, but more likely, she was just never enlightened to the idea of modesty. Nothing she spills out is worth a blush anyway.
She's got: ( cut text to save your flist. )

She's grumbling slightly, but she wouldn't mind some company.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks wanders out from the staff quarters and heads for the usual table*

Son of Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Is Eddie still in a great mood? Why yes he is! He's also behind the bar in an apron.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials tonight on tequila, nonalcoholic drinks and anything with Jagermeister in it."

"Step right up, don't be shy, there's enough booze for everybody."

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's here again, along with his ledger and several pencils. He is copying and recopying a list of runes and their attributes, quizzing himself. He will learn this....

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

*Merriman is at the bar, a pot of tea within easy reach. He is rather absorbed in the stack of papers in front of him -- or rather, he is absorbed in the writing of notes in the margins of the stack of papers in front of him.*

*The notes, however, are in red ink. And on some of the papers, his fountain pen appears to be experiencing quite a workout.*

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly is sitting at the fireplace and drawing. Come and say Hi! *

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren is twitchy at a table. Even though he has math. His feet drum against the floor, rabbit-like, and he's wearing away the nails on one hand as they scratch against the thigh of his jeans. He may be wearing away his thigh as well. It's dizzying.

If Warren were a ghost, this is how he would haunt you. And it would drive you bat-shit insane.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Earlier today: Ring shopping, duck feeding, and gentlemanly conduct.]

(no subject)

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

After shouting at Zedd, she flies out the doors to the lake. The doors are intact, but she slammed into them hard enough to make her extreme anger apparent.

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOM]

Joe is sitting in the bar, sipping whiskey and looking thoughtful. He doesn't look averse to company, though; hell, maybe he wants his mind taken off things.

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

There's an Alex in the bar, sitting in a booth reading a book.

It's not that booth.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom is making his usual rounds, pausing every so often to give Bar a loving caress*

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

A man steps into the bar, dressed in an elegant tuxedo with his hair slicked back. He peers around carefully, obviously unsure of where he might be.

He also looks ridiculously familiar, even if the eyes are a little colder and he obviously has no idea what he's doing there.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland ambles downstairs and asks the bar for a deck of cards.

Not tarot cards.

They appear, along with a cup of coffee, and he has a seat at the bar. He's playing something that looks like Solitaire.