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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Arica-who-is-Mara enters from the room Val lent her, looking about the bar curiously.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Pre-Milliways: Death, and the sound of her wings)

The door opens, and a young man steps through.

And stops, blinking in confusion.

This is not the clearing at the end of the path. He fell on the slopes of Jericho Hill, and he bled and he died, and he took Her hand and started down the path, away from his friends and all of his life-that-was. And yet it seems ka is not done with him yet, because whatever awaits him in the clearing, he's fairly certain that it's not a bar.

One hand rises to touch his chest, and then drops back to his side, as he looks around the room, frowning. The bullet holes that killed him are not there any more, he knows. The worn clothes that were ruined with sweat and muck and most recently his own blood are clean again. Other than that, Alain Johns of Gilead looks just as he did when he died: blond hair, tall broad-shouldered frame made too thin by months of hard battle and short rations, and the guns of his father belted low on his hips.

He looks around the room, a little warily and a little expectantly, and waits for this to start making sense.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Note, this thread is going to be Millitimed, Slowtimed, and possibly every other kind of timed that there is. Richard and Bianca, only. Sorry.]

Bianca walks into the bar, looking oddly pleased with herself as she pockets her boathouse keys. Bare, sandy feet and jeans rolled up to her knees as before, but her hair has been braided and coiled like she's a modern day Botticelli Venus. Moving to a table close to the bar, she looks around.

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[sai_delgado]

Time is a face on the water, and it moves on all too quickly. Susan Delgado knows this, knows it very well.

(I'll see thee tomorrow, aye?)

She comes downstairs, as she had said she would, looking for him; mayhap for both of them, as she had talked with 'Bert earlier, and it seems likely to her that they'd be together in what time they have been granted here.

She did not expect to find all three.

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian is lying on his back in the middle of the floor.

He may, possibly, be singing nursery rhymes at the ceiling*

Massive Knight Rider OOM

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

Day Two of the House Party from Hell

We begin Day Two of our stint in 1983 with, sadly, Kitt having a nightmare. It's something of a doozy. Luckily, Karr finds Kitt, and offers clumsy but heartfelt comfort. Aww, brotherschmoop.

Juggling posts and order, Svava and PeeJee have a nice long talk in the kitchen. Both are suffering from Milliwayslag. And PeeJee has a sparring match with Michael later that morning. (Yes, it's still not fully written. Mun can only see the last exchange. Later, Bonnie and Svava talk internal combustion.


Later still, probably sometime after lunch, Michael and Kitt discuss many things-- the fact that what Kitt is going through, emotionally, is normal and that Michael has had similar problems during his time as a soldier and a police officer, the fact that Bonnie will be taking a sabbatical from the Foundation (which knocks Michael for a loop), and then Kitt wanted to go for a drive. Michael turned out to be Not Okay To Drive, and Kitt had to bring them home. Poor Michael. He's been burning the candle at both ends, and now Bonnie's going away.

Probably around that time, Karr and PeeJee have a talk. As usual, there is snark. There is also friendschmoop. There is also PeeJee convincing Karr to give Michael half a chance-- for Kitt's sake.

Karr and Bonnie talk, snark, and have Very Strange UST. Everyone is confused.

Svava becomes the darling of the Foundation by healing Kitt's arm and restoring the words Michael put there some months ago.

PeeJee and Bonnie start off well enough, but it turns out that if you shake the jar, they'll fight. Or PeeJee will leave so that she doesn't knock anyone's teeth out.

Karr snarks at Michael, who... well, he's just not thinking terribly clearly.

Karr, in need of someone to grouse to, finds PeeJee packing to leave. See, if she puts her fist through Bonnie's skull, Karr's system integrity will plummet and it's a strong possibility that he could die. However, on hearing how things fell out, Karr let PeeJee know that if it wouldn't kill him, he'd be happy to watch her... well. Be PeeJee at Bonnie. They agree she should return to Milliways, but they do agree that if anyone ever kills Karr, PeeJee will be enacting vengeance.

A near 300-comment Threadzilla wherein there is partnerschmoop between Kitt and Michael, who haphazardly plan a vacation just for the two of them, girl/carshippyschmoop wherein Kitt talks PeeJee into staying until he can talk to Bonnie with sweet little chaste kisses and one word-- 'Please.' He is such a cheater, isn't he? There are also group hugs, because Michael seemed to need them. And then there is mild, non-contact Svavaschmoop, because now they've all seen Kitt's lovely, unscarred arm and Svava is the girl of the hour. Michael leads Svava inside to fix up her hand (which has its own thread), and Kitt and PeeJee have a slumber party on his floor, complete with hairbrushing.

While all that Schmoop was schmooping, Bonnie was totally wasting the lab in frustration. Then Karr showed up and there was snark, yet more Very Strange UST, and ice cream. And kisses. For reasons no one but maybe a mun who hasn't told me understands.

Michael patches up Svava's hand, which includes OMGperoxideyipe! Also, they talk comics. Why? I really don't know. Also included, Catholicism from a lapsed Catholic munned by a filthy heathen.

End, at long, long last, of Day Two.

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

The Cabbit hops back into the bar. She looks around and hops up onto the bar.

"Carrots?"

She beams hugely as a large bowl of Daucus carota. She hugs one of them before going to town eating them.

Breakfast in San Francisco

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's still out. Here, have a millichannel Marker!

^_^

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[nita_callahan]

Nita's curled up in an armchair by the fire, resoloutely not lounging. The book Bar gave her yesterday seems to be spelled along the same lines as her manual -- there's different poetry in there today than there was before.

The poet du jour appears to be Shel Silverstein, which is causing much giggling from Nita.

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Flash enters the bar, and to his absolute dismay has discovered an alcoholic beverage his hyped-up metabolism cannot handle.

That is to say, he's mildly hungover. When you haven't had anythig resembling a hangover in over 10 years, it's an unpleasant feeling.

Remembering his basic first aid, he gets a very large glass of water, three aspirin, and nothing else, and then finds a very quiet corner.

He mutters "no more scumble" under his breathe, and sits.

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[sometimes-both.livejournal.com]

Kate settles into an overstuffed chair, holding a mug of hot spiced wine and looking around for someone friendly to talk to.

recovery - day 4

[i_vanquish_evil]

Come say 'hi' or snarl or whatever.






[No, really - mun is *so* bored at work. Need something not-boring to do today.]

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[youreweird.livejournal.com]

Gretchen's onna couch with a book and a smoothie. Go say hi.

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[seeks-sixfinger.livejournal.com]

A man swashbuckles into a bar. He is wearing a Very Large Pirate Hat, and looking quite pleased with himself, on the whole.

In other words, Inigo is back.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien wanders downstairs, head popping down to check just in case to see if there are any more ravaging beasts roaming around that'll get him in trouble with Brennan. Seeing there aren't, he saunters down the rest of the way and sits on the bar with an easy grin and soon enough, a Corona with lime.

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[means-fishfood.livejournal.com]

The front door swings open and in bounces a little boy space pirate vaguely catlike creature Brak. He is singing.

Beef log, beef log
What a treat!
A hefty roll of processed meat.
Dipped in mustard, what a joy!
I'm a happy beef log boy!

Hot or spicy
Smoked or plain
I even eat the cellophane!
I might give some to my dog
Cause we both love beef log!

"Hi, everybody!" he says happily.

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[mnt_raph]

*The door to the Staff Hallway opens and out walks Raph. Be careful, he looks like he might be in a good mood.*

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Come to Milliways straight after dinner; check that the white rabbit is still safe and happy wherever she is (Oh gods, she's pregnant?), pick up fresh rose petals from the Bar for Tiki; do any little jobs that need to be done around the library (Someone's left Hex Thy Neighbour For Coveting Thy Wife discarded on the wrong shelf); pick up a book (Dies Ignim); head back downstairs; grab a beer (Winkle's Old Peculiar); feed the trilobites; and curl up in favourite chair by the fire.

Mmmm. Routine's a marvellous thing.

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[milliways_sawyer]

A very excited young James comes running down the stairs sounding quite a bit like a small herd of buffalo. In his right hand he holds the boomerang Claire had gotten for him. He gets a large bowl of Cocoa Puffs from the bar and crunches the cereal loudly while looking around to see who else is around.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard comes downstairs from their temporary rooms in the guest quarters, looking... pretty fucking all right.

He grins at the sound of hammers coming from the Staff Quarters, and goes to sit at a table with a cup of coffee and the London Times.*

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[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

Enter Eris, through the front door.

Let loose the hounds of war, or whatever the quote is; she has plans for today.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes down the stairs, looking much happier than she has been. Her sleep dep-induced pallor hasn't changed much, but, well, one night's not really enough is it? Still, she's grinning. Come ask why!

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee hadn't been planning to come into Milliways, but she's here now.

She glances back at the door and then at the bar. Eh, might as well stay. She smiles happily and wanders over towards the bar. As she sits a steaming mug appears and she leans over, sniffing it. Hot Chocolate...oh that's nice. She places a loving hand on the bar, petting it gently. "Well thank you."

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[agirllost]

After playing Uno all night long, Kim comes downstairs and orders a coffee.

She sits at the bar and is happier than she's been in quite a while.

She's also wearing exercise clothes, in case Tony was serious about taking that run today.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Letter to Aziraphael]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims singing again. I'm sorry. But he's in a goodish mood. So he's taking it out on the bar in general. Oh, and he ends up seated beneath his notice, the one about additional security.*

"All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it"

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[sai_delgado]

Much has happened of late, both fair and ill-- it's made her restless, say true, and reluctant to be alone.

And so, Susan comes downstairs again into the bar and curls up on a couch near the fireplace, watching people as they pass by and thinking.

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[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal's getting good at this, phasing into Bar from practically nowhere just long enough to get yet another cup of the Finest Damn Coffee Ever. In his left hand is the empty mug he unintentionally borrowed when last he visited. He returns it to the Bar.

Afternoon, dear Bar. Cup of goodness, please. In a to-go cup this time, if you don't ...

Hal's empty mug is full again, so he retrieves it with a shrug and takes a thoughtful sip while surveying the room. He notices Bernard, remembers his earlier conversation with Tim and ponders.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

A shadowed table. It may or may not be in a corner. Probably not, corners are prime brooding space. It isn't terribly necessary that it be a corner, after all. Just dark. And Arithon always has plenty of that to spare. So. Arithon fal'al'Bernard at a shadowed table, legs stretched out before him, and an empty bottle of brandy before him. He doesn't look nearly as sick-drunk as last night. He is, however, dis-inclined to stand.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine has The Complete English Poems of John Donne in her hand and is looking rather thoughtful and a bit worried.

Upon reading a few poems, she may conclude that Donne is not an appropriate soother for when one is worried.

But she likes the sweetness of some of the poems, and beer and bread make all things better.

She's using a lily as a bookmark.

As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls, to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
The breath goes now, and some say, no...








[OOC: From A Valediction: forbidding Mourning]

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Megan toddles in. Alone. Apparently one of the doors in the Pace household decided to become a portal to the bar when Liam wasn't looking. He'll be in later, but for now, someone friendly come rescue the tinyblondecute.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Oh, look. It's a Charlie at the front door. A little more sunburned, a little more bearded, a little more dirty.

He slips upstairs quietly and is back some minutes later, in clean clothes and not quite so dirty. Still sunburned, though. He looks around a trifle nervously as he sits at the bar, exactly like someone expecting a lecture, which he is.

But first, a meal and something to drink that isn't spring water.

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

Chase sits on a barstool, hopelessly lost and trying not to look it. He can't find Chloe or Jack or Kim, though anyone will do at the moment...he just wants to know what's going on.

[OOC: Mun, unlike last night, is probably not going to be kicked off the computer at any moment. She apologizes for last night's inconvenience to everyone she was conversing with. :)]

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

There's a table near the middle of the bar. The table's always been there, but over the past six months has gained some rather distinct green ink stains. At the table now is Valentine, papers piled around her, and a book on Aurebesh in front of her. Really sharp eyes might notice that she has headphones on, and seems to be humming along to some sort of music. The very astute might pick it up as Duel of the Fates. Shhh. Don't tell her she's a nerd.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony's in the bar, and in a good mood, clearly because he has no idea who is here and the doomful implications of that person's presence. Ah, well.

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[stilljustandrew]

Stop me if you've heard this one:

An Andrew walks into a bar.

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[thecoolone]

Yes, it's expensive and yes, he doesn't have an endless gold supply like the goblins he works for, but now that Bill's remembered the taste of pomegranate wine...

He taps the bar and orders a glass. It makes him think of the vast expanses of the desert, a place he holds dear to his heart; he repairs to a seat at a table near the centre of the bar, setting down the box Tom left for him. He knows what's in it.

He turns his attention to the viewing window and one word comes to mind: genesis. The word is Latin borrowed from Greek, from gignesthai: to be born.

As surely as everything is destroyed, it can be reborn. And is, because the universe abhors a vacuum. He sips the wine slowly.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

There's a calico cat, sitting by the front door. Green eyes are staring intently on the handle. She's waiting for someone to come home, and even though she's well-fed... well, of course she's going to act pitiful and demand food.

OOM, walking to the door.

The calico's wait is soon rewarded. Through the door arrives a Valkyrie and Technician.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace. In the bar. Again.
She actually seems engrossed in her book this time, rather than her usual attitude of wanting to either wing it across the room, or being bored to tears by it. She's got her obligatory mug of hot cocoa, and she's at the bar proper ('cause there's bar nuts).
Feel free to interrupt her.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the bar from outside, (yes, that's where he's been) Archie spots a certain Valkyrie speaking to an unfamiliar lady and heads over

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[slayer_fray]

Mel has been helping out with the construction, in her own way, which has involved lifting heavy things and moving them. She's fairly certain she wasn't made the Chosen One to act as a human fork lift truck.
But then, she probably wasn't made the Chosen One to be a thief, either, but a girl's gotta eat.

Slayers, with their metabolism, eat more than most, so she is currently putting the dent back in her tab that we worked up this morning, with an enormous pizza.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren is here. Really. There's nothing read-only about him.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

... And there's an effing huge potted plant in the corner of the bar. Not just big, but 'dear GOD that's big'. The main pod (flower pod? Seed pod? Hard to say) looks at the pot it's in then at the ceiling. Two tendrils shrug and the main pod splits.

"Feed me! Feeeeeed me! Fe-he-he-heed me!"

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[wesknowsbetter.livejournal.com]

And Wes is here. So now you have your choice of them.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Earlier in the day Tom rushed into the bar in between appointments in London Below and left a fine, antique frame for Bill's painting. It is inside a box on top of the bar, and it is clearly labeled "Bill Weasley." Inside is a note that reads:

Dear Bill,

I hope this frame will serve. It was the best one in the store. Until I speak with you again, take care.

Sincerely,
Tom Riddle

The frame is still there waiting for Bill.*

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down the stairs ... hair loose, long and in minor disarray. Her face is calm, her demeanor the same, but the M-16 in her arms looks ready to kill.

Her finger is not in the trigger guard. She looks around for Joe.

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[collects_ears]

George walks into the bar, taking off his traveling cloak, and folding it over his arm. He still has time before his shift tonight starts, so he's decided to get something to eat and drink before then.

He takes his meal, and a cup of hot tea, and goes to sit down at a table.





[[ooc: feel free to say hi now, or when he's behind bar in about an hour or so.]

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is around. Bridal books and all. And tray. Cause yes, she's still waiting tables. She's got food sitting near her at the table she's at, working on wedding plans. Yes still.

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Rather than the door opening, its surface began to ripple and shimmer. A man walked through the shimmer. The look of mischeviousness combined with pride wiped off of his face the moment the surroundings registered, and was replaced with one of shock, fear, and worry. His tail (yes, that's a tail. If you'd look a little closer you'd see a nice bushy wolf tail sticking out of a custom hole in his britches.), which had been wagging just a moment ago, was now dropped and hanging limply.

"This isn't the Tenth Kingdom! Virginia!" He whirled around, leaping back at the door; he promptly crashed into the hard wood and slid to the floor. The lovely brass knob that the door possessed refused to turn when a hand reached up, grabbing it and trying to turn, eventually shaking it. The door was pounded upon, yelled at, kicked, threatened, and eventually used as a rest for the back of a man who was now sitting on the floor, whimpering softly.

"Virginiaaa...." Reality seemed to be trying to warp itself in strange ways. He looked like a dog whose ears were drooping and was pining for a beloved master; or perhaps a wolf for a mate. But he had all the normal features of a human, save for that funny tail. One never could really tell with those funny reality-bending appearances, now could they.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is at the bar, focusing rather intently on his coffee. He looks...thoughtful. Not necessarily happy or unhappy. Just--this is one gunslinger with a lot on his mind right now.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walked slowly down the stairs with his harp in hand. He had spent too long on selfish pleasures. He would play the piano later. It was time for him to resume his service to the patrons of the bar. He leaned his back against the bar and played a somber melody. It has been a few days since the melancholy harp music has been heard from the Forsaken.

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[koreandrummer.livejournal.com]

Lane has her cd player, she starts into her bedroom to put it and her cd case away and get dressed. Instead she ends up at Milliways. She is in pajama pants and a faith no more tshirt she happened upon in the laundry. She looks around.

"Oh great, didn't even have time to put my contacts in." she grumbles "I look like Buddy Holly's Korean drumming cousin in my glasses." she goes to a booth and hunkers down with her cd player.

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[sometimes-both.livejournal.com]

Kate is in her favourite easy chair. Thanks to that nice Mr. Fell, she's also quite drunk. Anyone who can stop the room spinning would be much appreciated as a companion.

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[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

The bar is once again cursed with the presence of an unattractive only member of his species. He's gotten into the whole "sitting back in a booth and staying out of people's way" routine, with a nice side of "eating nuts and berries."

Anyone interested in sharing an all-natural, protein-rich snack is quite welcome to join him.

COMPLETE LACK OF INNUENDO HERE

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Healing, communication, and... a super wheelchair! (Kon, Tim, Bart). This took place soon after the werewolf incident.]

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[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse at the bar. He's drinking. And drinking. And then drinking some more.

It's possible he looks a little heartbroken.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd walks down from the stairs looking rather smug with himself. He is learning to play the flute and teaching himself with the aid of the ever polite Bar. He has check the flute over with his magic and descovered the proper amount of air to blow through it to achieve the desired tone. He also has learned a few simple songs, but he will openly admit they do not sound very good as of yet because he has only been working on it for 12 hours or so.

The flute is about 18 inches long and hanging from a small gold chain that is around his neck. It seems to almost blend in with the rest of his clothing because of the simplistic look that it has.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

The bar's resident OS appears, looking substantially different from normal. Most notable is the outfit- her pink kimono has been exchanged for an old school uniform.

A second glance reveals bandages all along her arms.

Despite this, she's behaving otherwise normally, down to taking her accustomed place at the bar.

"RAM and green tea, please, Bar-san."

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley is in the Bar, reading. It may or may not be a Star Wars novel.

...Shh.

She now feels approximately thirteen again. Come and distract her, do.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy comes in straight from the greenhouse, with a long smudge of dirt along one cheek, and looks absently around the room before heading for the bar and tea.*

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[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

In the beginning, the mun said "Let there be Hermione."

And Hermione, not being of the church of Mun, remained in her room for a few more hours.

Then the mun coughed meaningfully until Hermione got the hint, and lo, there was Hermione!

And she is good.

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

Smeagol's under his usual table. Has he been sleeping there? Who knows.

Eventually he pokes his head out and goes to the bar for tea.

Hail the conquering hero ... sort of.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

So that's where this place went.

*Puck enters, looking around curiously at both the establishment and its patrons. He catches sight of the Bar and runs to it like an old friend.*

Hello again! *He pats it.* Good to be back, old girl.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's in the bar.

He's hanging with the angel. Imagine that.*

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe comes down into the bar, looking grim and possibly sneaking just a little bit. He orders his dinner--a chicken and bacon quesadilla--on a tray and prepares to carry it back upstairs.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is sitting by the fire, looking thoughtful. He's carving his recorder again--nothing actually critical right now, simply trying to work an ugly gash caused by a slip of the knife into a light pattern carved around and up the sides of the barrel.

By chance he notices a peice of wood that has slid under the couch opposite his own seat. He fishes it out; it is a fist size chunk of an unusually solid and slightly greasy-feeling wood.

He sees a shape in it, he thinks. Sees it very well.

Happy Hour post.

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar. He glances at the specials, and announces to the bar.

"Tonight's specials are: cream of mushroom soup, duck a l'orange and Banana cream pie. Tonight's drinks are: Adonis Cocktail, Apricot Breeze and Amaretto Tea - served hot."

"What'll it be?"

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

She toddles into the bar and beams on seeing it again. "Meow!"

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is still in bar. And yup, the sign is still up. Anyone need him? It's okay, he's not singing.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg is in an armchair, chin propped on her hand, paging idly through a script in her lap - Cyrano de Bergerac, it is - and occasionally making notes on it in illegible pen.*

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters and makes his way towards the bar, looking around.*

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

(Upstairs: Alain and Cuthbert hold palaver)

Alain comes down the stairs, a little warily -- not in fear of any great danger, but he has never been overfond of crowds, and he is looking also for these friends of Roland's later life that Cuthbert spoke of. The thought is still a strange one.

(no subject)

[ancient-servant.livejournal.com]

Khayman has come in all on his own.

He leans against a pillar and watches people, idly, the way you watch ducks in a pool.

He's not feeding them, though.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel. Couch by the fireplace. Tea. Need more be said?

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is still drinking. He is, however, also planning rather than simply avoiding thinking.

Considering the amount he's had to drink, its probably a bad plan. Considering that he doesn't write in English, looking at his notes won't help.

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[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

I have no idea who left a current women's magazine lying around. But somebody seems to have done. Perhaps it was the bar, misunderstanding something Ginevra asked for. Or having her own ideas.

In any case, Ginevra is in a booth, with tea, reading a current women's magazine from Earth in 2005.

She appears to be very, very puzzled.

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Out of Milliways.]

Roland is sitting at the bar, smoking.

He got some sleep last night, and he washed this morning. He's looking better.

Too bad his face is that grim. One might get the impression that our gunslinger has something that weighs heavy on his mind.

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[-andbloom.livejournal.com]

*Bloom does a little occupied-style entrance dance, complete with hat.

He sings, pleasantly and not quite without the wistful undertone of nostalgia* I wanna be a producer . . .

Ow!

Damn roses. Damn thorns.

*Having caught himself on a corner of the bar, he glares at it sullenly. It looks more like a pout.*

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes in from the staff wing, having spent much of the day conjuring screws, nuts, nails and floor boards.

Plus, he helped people take down some things that had to go; before you can build, you always have to break up everything. That is a rule of renovations.

He's rather in need of a bath, though, with lots of plaster in his hair.

Now, he relaxes near the fireplace, with a large cup of coffee and a small bowl of dried wasabi peas from Japan.

He might offer you one, but they are very hot.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade enter and head to Bar to get their meals*

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[sai_delgado]

Once more she comes back downstairs.


(time is a face on the water)

As she looks around the room for new friends or mayhap old ones, Susan Delgado doesn't allow herself to think about the chance that has brought them all to this place... or why.

(Ka like a wind.)

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael wanders into the bar, a copy of the Cantebury Tales in hand. He orders a cup of tea at the Bar and goes to curl up in a booth, apparently absorbed in his book. However, he always welcomes interruptions*

Heading back.

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

After Svava and Archie reunited, Bonnie had eaten her baked potato with relish. But, well, she'd made a mental promise.

"Okay... I don't have any cash on me, Bar, but... I'd kinda like to be nice. Michael would want a hamburger and onion rings... But I'm not sure what all he'd want on it. Can you give me the condiments on the side? And some breath mints?"

Onion + Michael = eww.

"And ... you know what Kitt likes. I need something for him. Lobster for Devon? And Karr... he likes fish. He's usually a dolphin though, so he knows it raw. I'll let you pick. And you know PeeJee too. Just... try not to make her any madder at me than she already is?"

Soon enough, there was a tall sack full of takeout boxes and a cupholder in front of her - a cupholder with two glasses. "Thanks, Bar," she said. "I'll pay you off next time. Promise."

And with her orders in hand - takeout boxes carefully balanced - she headed out.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam follows Esk into the bar, smiling and carrying Megan.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

She's been spending a lot of time alone in her room, probably moping. But now, it's time to live again, move on. And get some food. So she bounces down the stairs and wanders up to the bar, looking around to see who's around.

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[capt_angie]

*The door opens and Angie enters the bar, her checks flushed, with windswept hair and a broom over her shoulder. She looks around. Not where she expected to end up but definately not a bad place to be, certainly. She heads to the bar and orders a hot chocolate which she takes to a booth.*

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah. Ninja wheelchair. From the downstairs staff quarters.

...she's had a lot to think about.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Look. There's a Val. No, over there. By that table. Or, perhaps she's at the bar, serving people. Or cleaning out a booth. Whereever she is, she's about. Come talk to her!

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[milliways_sawyer]

[OOC: Upstairs.]

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[oldschooljedi.livejournal.com]

In a corner of the bar, a dead Jedi sits, nursing a cup of some steaming beverage, and pondering the universe. Well, at the very least the end of the universe.