(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert comes down the stairs, and almost immediately sees a group of people including Alain, Meg, Moiriane, and Joe clustered around the door.

His brow furrows, and without further ado, he heads over.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*As the gunshots thunder, Bernard Mickey Wrangle, the Woodpecker, practically falls down the stairs, in his boxers and wifebeater, pale as salt, dynamite in hand.

The Bar, panicking too, begins producing dynamite, albeit not as quickly as when they were mad.

He rushes over.*

(no subject)

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

It's very advantageous for Leigh Cheri to be passing from the Kitchen to the Guest Rooms at this particular moment. Totally oblivious to the fracas taking place by the front door, she casually stops and picks up three sticks of dynamite, and then continues on her way up the stairs.

(no subject)

[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus walks into the bar, looking rather spiffy, if slightly uncomfortable, in a new tweed cloak. He is also trailing a long bit of red and gold streamer from one shoe, although he doesn't appear to have noticed.

He settles into a booth and relaxes.

The Battle of Milliways

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

A few moments ago, the door blew open. Now all hell has broken loose. A thing with wings and far too many legs escapes the opening (into space blacker than even space should be allowed to be); Cuthbert Allgood pivot and shoots from the hip, hitting it in three places before it crashes into the fireplace.

A giant beetle with an almost-human face, bullets bouncing off its shell, breeches the boundary and leaps at tiny pink prey, and explodes back as Smith and Wesson ventilates its soft underbelly. Don't fuck with the ballerina.

Joe Manco backs towards the bar, cigar clamped in his teeth, fire with one hand and fanning with the other; he's on his second gun and running out of bullets. But there's dynamite on the bar. He's used it before. The cigar lights the fuse, and the dynamite joins the head barman's in arc into the todash darkness, clearing the middle ranks of the nightmare flow that will not be staunched.

Raph hurls a volley of shuriken into the dark, driving back the rat-like monstrosities speckled from head to toe with eyes and teeth; one leaps through the doorway, and quicker than thought comes the sai to impale and fling the wretched thing away.

Alain Johns, grim, purposeful and intense works the left side; Moiraine Sedai hails fire from the right. Standing next to Roland who is sprawled on the ground and, currently, reloading, is Svava, shooting sharp shards of runic magic through the door and cleaves any creature foolish and lucky enough to enter the bar with the bright, spinning razor-edge of her seax blade.

There are things with too many eyes, and limber spiders whose webs burn like acid where they wisp and blow; and all manners of horror. Something moves behind them all, something big. One enormous baleful eyes shines like a yellow moon on a planet in God's shadow. It reaches something with talons--a hand, but that eye, oh, that eye is set in the center of its palm.

And crouched under a table is Ace, and thank all the gods of every world Tim gave her the nitro back.

(no subject)

[tallentless.livejournal.com]

*Billy comes down stairs, smoke curling from the everpresent cigarette. He's got a little more colour these days, or... something. Something's changed. He's more visible. He looks more alive.

Which is a little ironic*

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Sadly, it wasn't the gunfire that woke him up. That sound seems to be getting too tied into both his life and his nightmares to bother him.

No, it was the explosion that jolted Murphy out of of his dreams and onto his feet, gun drawn and eyes searching for whatever insanity was in play.

Guess that's what you get for sleeping in a far corner of the bar.

Meanwhile, the mun curses both her insomnia and the messed up week that's kept her from getting the boy properly set up ingame. Well, let's see if we can fix that today.

(no subject)

[v_knidh8er]

Through the din, smoke and wreckage of the most recent battle to baptize Milliways in flame, the small tinny sound of a classical piece can be heard. The tell-tale door of the Loompas opens in the front of the bar, and from which a cleaning crew of 9 in HazMat suits emerge.


Oompa loompa doom pa de do
We've got some hard core mopping to do
Oompa loompa doom pa de dee
Please move along there's nothing to see.

Monsters can come in any shape or size
The threat may be closer than most realize
But when you have friends it's not all that bad
Especially when you've Roland as your dad.

Make our day netherworld freaks.

It's at this point that all the Loompas stop their cleaning, and as one make obscene hand gestures towards the front door.

Oompa loompa doom pa de da
We'll clean the mess so say thank ya
You'll be et by DT plot too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom pa dee do.

They leave as swiftly as they had arrived. Each bowing low to those who fought, before shutting their door behind them.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: There's a price you pay, to defy ka.]

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

There is an Alex in the bar.

He does not look pleased.

Breakfast in San Francisco

[go-between.livejournal.com]

This is Richard's last day off. He'll be back tomorrow. But here's an OOM.

^_^

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Upstairs and oblivious ...

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter trips lightly down the stairs, smiling from ear to ear and tapping a cigarette on his cigarette case. He is still -- or rather back -- in his cricketing clothes, but through some miracle of Wimseyan physics they still look fresh and sharp-creased. He glances around, seats himself at the bar, puts both hands on it, and hunkers down to speak to it.

Bar, when the occupant of room twelve awakens, I'd like you to send him up a very large breakfast. Enormous, even. Lots of tea. Buttered eggs, sausages, bacon, some form of potato, apple, oatmeal with banana sliced on it, anything he asks for in addition, on my tab. And the room if he'd like it for another night. May I have paper and a pen, please?

A sheaf of paper and a mont blanc pen appear on the counter. As he writes...

I do hope the disturbance wasn't serious last night. I heard it, but being otherwise engaged and deciding that you sounded as though you were handling it, I forbode to interfere. You don't seem to have suffered any permanent damage, so I shall content myself with wishing you continued....

"Good Health" does not seem the proper phrase to apply to an inanimate object. Continued corporeality and lack of termites. He re-reads the letter.

"My dear Remus, I apologise for leaving you sleeping but I had some few business appointments to attend to this morning and felt it would be best not to wake you etcetera etcetera, splendid evening and a truly enjoyable birthday celebration, shall be pleased to meet you tonight for dinner, if you cannot meet do leave a notice with the barman, cannot stop thinking about your mouth naked body hands."

That sounds all right, doesn't it?

"Yrs while this machine is to him, Peter."

Shakespeare always suits.

He sets the letter on the bar, and it vanishes.

Thank you, bar. He pats her. I shall see you this evening.

Exit Lord Peter Death Bredon Wimsey, whistling a French air.

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Flash slept like (unsurprisingly) the dead, so if there really was a loud boom in the bar, he's unaware it.

No, today's he's in a bit of quiet mood. The calm before a storm? Perhaps, if he has to do something he hates doing and assert his former authority to make Andrew call off the transmigration of Warren's soul. He hopes it doesn't come to that.

But for now, he take his seat by the fireplace, a mug of hot cocoa nearby, and reads. It's a novel, by Donald Westlake. A Dortmunder caper. Flash ponders for a moment how odd it is that a dedicated crimefighter could find comic caper novels so appealing. Maybe it's because this is how life should have been. Imagine a world where the bad guys have a code of ethics (sort of) and where no one ever gets hurt but even worse bad guys and no one dies except from embarrassment. Such a thing, he thinks, wouldn't be all that bad.

{ooc: the usual possibility of slowtime]

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet walks down into the bar and takes a seat at a table. In her hand is a comic book. A closer look reveals...Bart? on the cover of it.

(no subject)

[thank-youkindly.livejournal.com]

"Ray, as I was trying to tell you as we jumped out of the car, I-"

Fraser turns around, blinking a couple of times in what he was quite sure was going to be full sunlight but had in fact turned out to be the low, comfortable lighting of Milliways.

"Aha. Here again, I see."

There's a small whining noise and Fraser looks down to see Diefenbaker peering up at him curiously.

"Well, it's not as if I'm doing it on purpose."

A grumble and a thump as the wolf plops himself down on the ground and gives the Mountie a Look.

"Yes, well, I'll get you some water as I'd promised and perhaps take another look around. I'm still not satisfied with the explanations I keep getting about this place."

Another whine.

"You know, son, maybe you should just take the opportunity to enjoy this place and relax, find a girl, build an igloo, that sort of thing?"

Fraser turns to the specter of his father and sighs with a roll of his eyes.

"Dad, for the last time...I promise. You will get grandchildren. Please. Stop bothering me about it..."

"Oh, don't try that with me, son. You wouldn't exist if not for-"

"Dad!" And he gives up and heads toward the bar, away from the both of them.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is curled up in an armchair by the fireplace, in that sort of half-state when one is awake, but there seems to be no pressing reason to move.

Her ballet slippers, normally pink, are stained slightly green with monster gore.*

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara enters the bar, shocked to see the wreckage and clearing smoke. She instinctively draws her gun.

"I picked the wrong day to come back. What the hell happened here?"

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims in bar. He's been there all night. He didn't even bother to shave this morning. But his clothes have changed. And the sunglasses are back. He's been staring at the front door all night, barely moving from that position. He's got some sort of apparatus set up on the table in front of him, pointed at the door. It is entirely possible this device does not technically exsist. From time to time it fades away in pieces, moving through itself. Tim has also been spellcasting all night. It shows in the bags under his eyes and the sunken cheeks. It's starting to look like he hasn't eaten in a while. About every 10 minutes Tim stands up, gestures arkanely, and sends a spell at the door. Sometimes they bounce off, sometimes they pass through, occaisonally, when he's really frustrated, they explode. Tim is NOT happy.*

Ace. Come on back.... please?

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar, sitting at a back booth, sipping coffee, looking around at the wreckage and wondering why the Hell the PTB didn't warn her about this one, the stupid cryptic metaphysical bastards.

Come say hi!

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Still underweight but no longer dehydrated.

If Arithon had a god, he'd thank (him/her/it). No more of the vile orange stuff. He exits the House of Arch, and finds a table. Tashka, the rat, sets food in front of him and with a sigh he thanks (and pays) her.

Arithon is getting very, very tired of eating.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Looking ill-rested, Bernard emerges from the Guest Quarters. Neither he nor Nymphadora had got much sleep last night after he went upstairs; Sunny had been startled awake by the explosion, and even after she settled down, they'd both been too wired to go back to bed.

The fire had felt really good.

He gets a cup of black coffee and goes to sit at his usual table, sketchpad open. He doesn't trust his hands with a hammer just yet.*

(no subject)

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audrey slips into the bar on her lunch break and heads to the bar proper with five letters in her hand, addressed to Ryan Chappelle, Chloe O'Brian, Chase Edmunds, Kim Bauer, and Tony Almeida. She places them on the bar's surface. "I'm not exactly sure how the post works here, but can you make sure these letters are delivered?"

The letters disappear.

Audrey smiles and walks out the door.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes in through the front door. As promised, he has Megan with him.

Building Site

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs, finally, having woken after Gil was long gone after all...

There isn't much life yet, but the trilobites have been fed. There are signs of recent devastations that might or might not have been caused by the purported quake, but also signs that people have been and cleaned and have things well under control. The coffee machine is blinking red, so he rights it, and refills the spilled water and conjures new coffee beans before the machine is content and gives the ex-god some coffee.

After that, Asar-Suti gets his plans from the library, goes to the dismantled staff quarters, and starts going over the lists people have left him, conjuring wallpaper, boards, screws and beams. Pots of paint will be next - not purple, if at all possible. Heh. Well, the buckets can be purple as long as the pint inside is white or whatever colour they need, can it?

Asar-Suti gets to work.

[[OOM: Whoever wants to be seen working at the building site can just walk on here, and/or chat for a few passes, or chat with each other. This is the post I mentioned a few days ago in the back room...]]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace is in a spot of trouble...)

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse in the bar. He looks like he could use a distraction or two. (Or six.)

[ooc: mun is going to a showthing tonight at 6.30 EST, so won't be around too long. will possibly be on after that.]

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

[OOC: A day or so earlier, in Susan's room.]

Susan comes down from her room. She notices the few signs of lingering wreckage near the front door -- did she but know it, the Oompa Loompas had done an excellent job, say true -- and looks a little confused, and mayhap rather concerned as well.

After a moment, she starts across the room toward the bar.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim was not woken up by the giant explosions and gunfire because the alcohol pretty much knocked her out. So, she comes downstairs to the bar with a headache and asks for coffee. The bar also gives her a letter.

She looks at the remaining wreckage and tries to figure out what she missed last night.

However, the letter in her hands is the more pressing concern. A dinner? Tonight? With people who most likely hate her? Oh, that will be fun.

She takes a sip of coffee and knows this headache isn't going to go away.

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and Bianca slips through. She's somewhat more formal tonight in a pair pale tan suit pants and a simple black shirt...but her feet are bare and sandy as always, and her long blonde hair is free down her back.

She glances around the bar, looks faintly disappointed, but finds herself a table anyway.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie comes into the bar, grinning, looks around, but doesn't see Bernard because of millitime and also I am tired. He gets a pad and paper and leaves a note with the bar.

( Note )

Then he scurries back to his room. He's got work to do.

(no subject)

[king-emeritus.livejournal.com]

Xanth had demanded his presence for a short time.

He'd come to find out that, though Xanth was home, the lack of Iris generally made Milliways a better place to spend his free time.

He entered, politely closing the door behind him before glancing around - it wasn't as if there were anything in particular that he needed to do, but to simply be somewhere else was good enough.

Options were open - outdoors for a meal, or perhaps just to a table to find someone to speak to. The occupants of this particular place were always interesting.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar.]

[Delia is in the bar and bored.]

[Delia is in the bar and bored and tipsy.]

[Hey, it could be worse.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie's had a feeling of unease all day. Hard to say what caused it, except maybe the strange conversation with the odd girl, River--but it's not the first odd conversation he's had.

He comes in from a futile day by the lake with his guitar, and freezes when he sees Sawyer.

And him.

He strides over, heart pounding with a mixture of terror and rage.

The 24 Family Dinner

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audrey stands proudly next to a long tale--two tables, in fact, that she put together and arranged. She stands with a smile on her face as she waits for Jack and the others to come.

[ ooc: only the 24sters, thanks ]

(no subject)

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

Fully armed with diaper bag, baby-safe toys, and oh yeah, the baby, Ron sat down at a table and commenced being the super-babysitter that he was.

Seth was in a giggly, burbly mood today, and Ron was enjoying himself immensely, even if changing diapers was disgusting.

"Just don't spew on me again today, mate," he told Seth amicably, dangling a plastic, baby-toy keyring in front of him.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Her headache receding somewhat, Claire descends the stairs to look for Ron.

What she sees makes her heart stop. It's all she can do not to scream.

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*there's an angel in the bar. He appears to have forgotten his book, this time*

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There are two kinds of morning-after soreness that you don't mind having at all.

One of them is the soreness you wake up with the day after a victorious battle.

Which is why, when Cuthbert comes downstairs and heads toward the bar today, he's moving gingerly and wincing occasionally, but still grinning broadly.

(He also knows what was going on last night, if anyone's still all "wtf?")

* because mun is crazy *

[i_vanquish_evil]

No, really.


Van Helsing has managed to make his way into the bar. He's sitting alone, in a semi-darkened corner of the bar, dressed in jeans and a button-down, considering he had no clothes when he came in, save his coat and hat - not entirely appropriate dress for mixed, polite-ish company. There is also a mostly full bottle of brandy on the table in front of him and a mostly empty glass beside that.

He's more than aware of what happened about a week ago; he hates that it happened at all and very much wishes he could undo it. However, he's also more than aware that that's not possible. So, he sits. He waits. Someone will want to ask him something, he's sure.

There's also that apologizing thing. Once he figures out who all he owes one to.

(no subject)

[not-stanley.livejournal.com]

He stumbles through the door, again, and somehow he's not surprised to see the bar. It's been that kind of day. He takes a look around and sees a big red back heading towards the bar.

Ray grins.

Maybe he can get used to the mountie.

(no subject)

[captain-falafel.livejournal.com]

Sayid enters.

...

Give his mun a break, her car's inducing a migraine. Creativity ain't happening.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Shelley appears from the general direction of the library, having finished checking the plans for the staff quarters re-modeling she had done. Only a tonne more to be gone over, but they shouldn't be needed for a day or two. She looks a little dusty from wandering around the building area, and still has a pencil tucked behind her ear, but looks relaxed and quite chirpy.

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Edward is crouching behind a chair she is hiding but is very loud at hiding.*

SHH!!

*she giggles and holds really still. She is very intent on hiding.*

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben looked somewhat shaken. The huge explosion might have done it. Or maybe the intense action before hand. You never know. Not that he participated or anything, but it sure as hell wasn't like the ordinary events that occur in a bar patron's life. He'd been knocked flat by the explosion and then some and was only now getting to his feet, in desperate need for a smoke and a drink.

(no subject)

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

Lady Death walks into the bar, going to the counter. She orders a glass of mead and looks around.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom missed the knocking on the door last night. He and Ingress left right before it all started. It's just as well - he had a busy day in London Below, and it's not over yet. This is merely a stop-over before the evening appointments begin. Much that happens in London Below occurs at night. He walks up to the bar and orders his usual scotch.*

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Plant is back. He's bad, and he's Huuungry!

"Audrey Two" is in the corner.

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wanders downstairs, hand entwined securely with Alex as they walk down together, Nick glancing back every few minutes to look at him. There's a glance at the bar before Nick visibly shakes his head and turns to the couches by the fire and Alex nods with him, the two of them curling up by the fire together as Ivanhoe the rat brings the usual tea, fruit, and blood for the two of them on a tray a moment later.

(no subject)

[volcanofaerie.livejournal.com]

"T, dear, we have got to find a better way to get here."

She shoves the bright red hood of her coat down as she enters the bar, and shakes out red hair even while she looks over her shoulder at the other Faerie.

"Really. Its just too damn cold to come up your mountain every time I want a drink."

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks arrives in the bar, looking rather tired, and heads for her table.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: What's gone on upstairs today, with play still in progress and likely to be slowtimed.]

New shirt, new jeans, new boots. Long, hot bath, too.

Not all of the wildness has left Roland's eyes, but he's looking -- calmer. Better.

The gun with the sandalwood grip is ever at his side, of course, as he crosses to the bar and orders a huge dinner. He's still hungry.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From the guest rooms, trailed by a calico kitten, enters the Valkyrie. Dressed in- wow- jeans, keds, and a red coat taken from one certain outfit in her wardrobe. Svava likes it. So there. And yes, she still has her blade with her. In her arms, she carries her feathered cloak carefully folded, as she heads for The Bar proper.

Reaching one quiet end, she sets the cloak on the surface of the bar. A gentle hand pat to the surface, and she speaks quietly. There's a long moment as her question and request is considered, and Svava bites her lip as she waits.

Then part of the cloak- the actual cloak, the patterned black and white feathers- disappears. The bronze cloak clasp, patterned with a stylized horse and wolf, remains. Svava's still holding her breath, then slowly exhales. Puzzled, she reaches over and picks up the clasp. Then she slowly nods, and smiles at the Bar.

"That... that does work. I wouldn't have thought of it." A quiet laugh, and she kisses her finger tips and pats the bar-top again. "Thank you."

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins stared long and hard at the door. The way between the world he had fled from and this safe haven. But he had a job to do, didn't he? So much to do, so many people to fail. He rose to his feet, ignoring the half empty whiskey bottle he effectively leaves behind as rubbish on his table and walked towards the door. His eyes see it open into darkness into which he strides but others probably see nothing. Or even the Dust Bowl, 1934. At least, it quickly becomes a scattering of carnival rides, trucks, tents and carivans. The door closes behind him, and Ben Hawkins is gone. He'll be back.

(no subject)

[chozo-raised.livejournal.com]

Samus enters, because her mun is freaking out over a movie that's going to be made about Samus and her world, and not in a good way apparently the Multiverse has dropped her in Milliways again. She walks over to the bar, orders some 'kistra berries', and starts people-watching, as usual.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Penny's room]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, looking alive, awake, alert and enthusiastic.

- hey, not her fault she's been asleep all day.*

(no subject)

[imthebadguy.livejournal.com]

Ethan wanders casually into the bar again.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is still in his seat by the door. He still hasn't slept. But he's given up on the routine spells. There is now a web of complex spells hanging above his head. From time to time he will speak again in a voice of command, a line of charachters rising from his mouth to join the rest of them. It may be forming a pattern. Maybe it's just chaos. He might know. He also got his cards out. He's not touching them, but they're building houses of cards by themselves, elaborate mansions, before collapsing and starting again. And oh yeh... Sunglasses.*

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

And enter one tired Helen. She has spent the whole day counting supplies for the renovation...and she looks it. Melina is with her now.

She walks up to the bar, sits at it, orders tea and a scone for herself and greens and apples for Melina. Although tired, she looks happy. Say hi!

(no subject)

[flybywash]

Wash. Armchair. Jurassic Park paperback. Small plastic T. rex balanced on the chair's arm.

His clothes and hands are speckled with assorted grime from the staff quarters, and his expression's the picture of a man contented.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer walks down the stairs in a fairly good mood. He's whistling a tune that sounds suspiciously like "Rocky Top". His mood quickly takes a downward turn as he sees Ethan. Even worse, he sees Ethan with Seth.

"Sonava... HEY! JUNGLE BOY!" He storms toward Ethan.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

It's getting late but still the sounds of construction from the direction of the staff wing continue.

Gil has finished his shift and has distributed food once again to all the workers and is ready to go back to his room - no, not his - and have some supper and a little read perhaps and a soak in the tub then sleep.

Supper is already made and on the tray with preserving charms and Gil sits down beside it to watch the steam rise.

After a moment he closes his eyes - just to rest them you understand ... and he rests his head on his arms as well because it's heavy.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

[ooc: After the reveal of the sekrit of DOOOM]

Kim comes back into the bar and asks the bar for a strong drink. It gives her a strong drink and she retreats to a booth to get as drunk as humanly possible. In fact if she could just get drunk enough to forget the look on Ryan's face and stop imagining her dad as a murderer that would be really great.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After the reveal of the Seekrit of Doom, Jack heads out by the lake.]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

After dreaming this, Faith staggers down the stairs, wild-eyed, looking utterly wrung out and visibly searching for someone. You know who you are.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia walks downstairs and sits at the bar. Bug her, you know you want to.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

And Liam, sitting quietly in a corner with Megan, looks up sharply as he hears Charlie's voice, and the stress clearly audible in it.

He takes in the situation in an instant, and knows who the man holding Seth must be.

Oh, shit.