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[consummate-vs.livejournal.com]

TROGDOR WAS A MAN!

I MEAN, HE WAS A DRAGON-MAN!

...or maybe he was just a DRAGON!

Any way you look at it, Trogdor the Burninator has just come through the front door.

Fear.

Not again...

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways: Virginia is frustrated.

The door actually changed into a mirror before she stumbled through. She looked around, confused, her face clearly twisted into a look that could only be described as "WTF?"

She was used to ending up in strange places.

They weren't usually bars.

"Where's Wendell's attic?" she asked the bar at large.

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[the_antiangst]

Oh, look, there's an Angel. Over by the fireplace, as usual. Come bother him!

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian's sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. He's bopping along to his headphones, but they're not plugged into anything...*

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[sai_delgado]

[OOC: After this.]

She's sitting on the couch, curled up in a corner of it where she can't see the fireplace, staring blindly into space as she thinks over the events of the evening.

Susan doesn't look as though she plans to move anytime soon. Mayhap not until morning, if then.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

Introspection Does The Body Good

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

Ron walked inside from his flight and over to the bar proper.

He sat down, leaning his broom reverntly against the bar, and in a voice that was what it used to be and a far cry from the depressing tones he'd been using lately, ordered an early breakfast. A very fattening one, with lots of meat that was bad for him.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in through the front door, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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

Yes, she's back. Or hasn't really left. Although she's occasionally disappeared presumably going to a supply closet for...supplies. *ahem*

Anyway, clearly it's once again time for breakfast and more conversations.

[ooc: Mun is at work. Will reply when able to.]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace in the bar. Long time, no see.
She's curled up next to the fireplace, the soccer-ball blanket wrapped around her. Oh, and a mug of cocoa sitting beside her. She's missed the cocoa. She still looks a bit too pale, a bit off, but she's back.

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

Jack's in the bar, reading Daniel's dog-earred copy of Homer's Odyssey. He likes the action, and this Odysseus dude seems to have as much trouble with the gods as he's had, though Jack himself has a much better sense of direction.

He finds himself somewhat disappointed that there's nothing about the Simpsons, so far.

[ooc: Mun at school, apologies for slow responses, etc.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes in from the staff quarters, having spent some time conjuring  sheetrock boards this morning.

The silencing system is up and running, now the walls can be closed up.

He walks over to the coffee machine, gets himself a double espresso, wanders over to the fireplace, feeds the trilobites, and sits in his favourite chair with a book about the care of house plants.

[[OOC: the usual: mun at work, responses slow/intermittent - you know the routine.]]

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways, last night]

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[gone_byebye]

[Out of Milliways: Ray updates his Milliways journal.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

OOM: Directly after this happens.

Sara is back at the bar. At the moment, she wants nothing more than to find oblivion at the bottom of a bottle.

Instead, she curls up on a couch near the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket. Despite the heat, she feels cold.

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[mnt_mike]

Seated at one of the tables is Mike. Before him sits his ignored breakfast. Ignored because he's too busy tapping his pen against the blank page of a spiral bound notebook.

I dare say he's deep in thought.
Come bother him, won't you?

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[gone_byebye]

Ray strolls into the main room looking more pleased with himself than usual. This may be a function of the fact that he's wearing all of his ghostbusting gear. He stops at the bar proper, dropping several envelopes on the surface.

"Excuse me, Bar- any chance that you could hold onto these until the people they're addressed to call on you for something? I'm going out temporarily and don't want them to wonder where I've gone."

( One of the letters is addressed to Andrew. )

( Another is addressed to the Flash. )

( Another is addressed to Eska Smith. )

The bar makes no sign of acknowledgment, but the letters disappear. Ray nods. "Thank you very much," he says, patting the surface. "I appreciate your service."

He looks around for any cabbits that may be lurking about, then heads towards the door, whistling cheerfully.

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[macleod_connor]

Connor's in the bar. Having coffee and food-stuff.

He's sitting at the bar, periodically looking around to see who's there.

and his mun is sooooo bored and probably gonna get in all kinds of trouble for being on the 'net while at work, but blah

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val stumbles into the room from the House of Arch, dressed in t-shirt and shorts, hair mussed. Yes, that is a stumble. She looks like Hoth warmed over. and her mun is cringing at bad puns and sideways references She plops down at the bar, muttering something, and recieving a -huge- mug of coffee. Valentine is hung over.

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

"Barry?"

Bart dashes from corner to dark corner, seeking out his grandpa.

"Barry?"

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[sixosixfivenine.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

The man entering Milliways might be familiar to some of you.

Possibly.

Anyone know Nick Knight?

Yeah. Except bloody, with a knife in his teeth.

Whoops?

Simon Grady is not Nick, but only he knows that, right now.

Aheheheh.

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[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

Ooooer, look, Eris is in the bar again.

A pogo stick is not involved.

The pogo stick which was once involved is currently under the Witness Protection Program and is pretending to be a lamppost in Svava's wardrobe. Shhh, don't tell anyone.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Having satisfied his cholesterol requirements for the day, Indy sighs happily and pushes the greasy plate to one side as he orders a refill for his coffee. Neglecting the clothing catalogs that Lorelai had forced into his hands before she left, he swivels round on his stool and leans back against the bar, resting his elbows on the counter and surveying the clientele for familiar faces.

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[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse wanders in from upstairs, wearing that skeleton shirt again. No jacket, though-- he gave it to Shelley.

[ooc: I'm incredibly sick. RP might be not up to my usual standards, and I'll probably occasionally wander off to try and take care of myself. Um. Play with me anyway?]

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[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal has returned to the Bar, wearing the uniform of a Green Lantern, entering again by the front door. He's been on patrol today, getting back in the habit of superhero-ing.

As he makes his was to the Bar itself, he passes within feet of an interesting family discussion, considers offering advice, but chooses instead to smile, shake his head slowly and walk on. If those two need his input, they know where to find him.

"Bar. Coffee, please. Cream and sugar. Real cream this time, from a cow, the Earth-bound variety."

Hal is in a good mood today and is therefore quite approachable.

[ooc: Work-dictated Slow Time]

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[jjmallory.livejournal.com]

He was sitting at a booth, shadowed in a hazy cloud of greyish smoke. The cigrette dangled from his lower lip and he tapped the cherry end of it on the lip of the ashtray set in front of him.

From what he counted it was his last cigarette.

"Damn. I suppose that means I've quit. Time for a new vice then."

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam inna bar again. Looking less tired, this time, but still worried and unhappy.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

The front door bursts open and the warrior enters, pausing only a moment to take in his surroundings. This is not the silver shores promised in the tales, and while he enjoys a tavern as much as any son of Gondor--

"I am Boromir, son of Denethor," he announces to the assemply in general. "And I appear to have gotten lost."

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[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam wanders downstairs, bottle of nail varnish in hand, and finds an empty booth to sit and do his nails in.

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[coolhandlucas.livejournal.com]

Lucas is perched on a stool at the end of the bar, people-watching. When did he come downstairs, and what has he been doing up there all this time? Who knows.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael's in his usual booth. He can be sociable. Really.

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[nita_callahan]

See Nita. See Nita jog outside. Jog, Nita, jog.

Nita re-enters the bar from the lake, red-faced and puffing a bit. I am waaay out of shape. Yeesh. She orders a soda and leans against the Bar, looking around for interesting people as she catches her breath.

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[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

There's a large scarlet macaw in Milliways, perching on the back of a chair and munching on a large bowl of Brazil nuts.

[OOC: Mun at work, replies may be sporadic, etc.]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways post...

Elaine comes downstairs with a book in hand and embroidery in a small bag around her shoulder. The book is Le Morte D'Arthur, oddly enough. She has a red pen, and she is painstakingly writing comments in the margins of a particular story in the book.

Feel free to disturb her...it isn't exactly a fun read for Elaine.

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[balletrat]

*Meg skips merrily into the bar.

Yes, she really does. A certain something has put her in a remarkably good mood. Could it be the grungy-looking thoroughly disgruntled man in the tutu over there? Nah.*

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[milliways_sawyer]

He'd planned on staying in his room. After all, no one said where in the bar he had to spend the tutu-wearing week. Unfortunately, he has gotten used to regular meals since he's been in the bar, and he's hungry.

So, here Sawyer comes down the stairs and toward the bar. He's trying to be inconspicuous... or as inconspicuous as one can when they're a scruffy man in a tutu. He's got a flannel shirt on as well, perhaps hoping to help hide at least some of the pink. It's not doing anything, though, so much as make him look like some sort of weird grunge ballet dancer.

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[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

Time is a difficult thing, and a week has passed in Swindon, despite it having only been about a day in Milliways.

Having taken that week to rest, Thursday's keen on finding the place again. In her arms, Friday is silently protesting being carried.

"Oh, come on," the proud mum states, ruffling his hair. "You're such a fantastic conversationalist, I'm sure everyone will want to meet you."

Of course, Friday is really Thursday's method of getting other people to talk to her, but she isn't telling him that. He probably knows anyway. The boy looks up at his mother rather agonizingly. "Dolor sit ...

"Yes, I know what I'm doing," Thursday replies, hazarding a guess at the question -- and opens the front door, hoping she's right.

Score one for Thursday.

Enter Ms Next with little Friday, front door.

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Back, by popular demand...

VIOLET PARR!!!! YAY!

Erm. Yes, Violet is in the bar.

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[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Hey, look, Barts back in the bar. That was quick, huh? Hehehe.

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[800-lb-kitty.livejournal.com]

Kaelas didn't go home last night. After spending a while pacing around the piano, he brought up his sight shield and lept into the rafters. He's been there ever since. He's not afraid to go back outside, he's just... worried. Things aren't right.

He's up there now. In fact, it's likely that you've heard him roaryawn awake.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace. In the bar. Yes, I'm back to doing that again.
She's migrated to a barstool, still keeping her blanket, since no one seems inclined to turn up the heat. She's got her book that Bernard gave her (what is to her) a month ago, and is catching up on her reading. Feel free to bother her.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*Walking in through the front door, Dionysus finds himself a cozy booth and drops his pack next to it, flopping down and laying out on the length of the seat.*

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[homicidaltrunk.livejournal.com]

The Luggage (apparently having never left the bar last night) is on the floor by the fireplace with its lid hanging wide open at the hinges. It isn't moving. It actually sounds as though it's snoring quietly.

Ever wonder where it keeps all that stuff?

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch.

In the sake of padding the entrance post: fal'al'Door Arithon fal'al'Bernard

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian is looking quite obscenely cheerful. This might just be because he's only just got up. Aah, for the life of a student, eh?*

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

*A tall blonde woman walks through the door, glances around, betrays no hint of surprise, and walks over to the bar*

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[blue_eyed_lord]

The Black Rider enters the bar...in nice (black) slacks and a well-tailored (black) dress shirt. It's been awhile. He's been around, but lurking in dark corners the ones where Arithon is not avoiding people, so it's not surprise if you haven't noticed.

But he's back and does not appear to be in a particularly happy mood. Cheer him? Love him? Hug him? Buy him a drink?

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats in, then lands and walks to the counter. She orders a glass of mead and looks around at the others in the vicinity.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Fed up with feeling morose, more because she promised her friends to cheer up and give the mun an emotional break, Sara has briefly returned home.

She re-enters Milliways, dressed in a leotard, tights, leg warmers, and an expression that clearly states anyone laughing at her would wind up volunteering for one of Grissom's experiments.

She blinks, surprised at her non-surprise, when the Bar courteously aportions off part of itself and supplies a barre, floor, and mirrors, after she has pulled on her ballet slippers.

She's dancing now. Feel free to distract her.

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[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

There is a Stanton boy in the bar - no, it's not the usual one.

He's beginning to be able to deal with this quite well, by now, so he simply shrugs good-naturedly and heads over to take a seat at the bar and watch the chaos.

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

She comes bouncing in, beaming at everyone.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

OS. Bar. RAM and tea. Schoolgirl outfit and arm bandages.

Film at 11.

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[sn0w-faerie.livejournal.com]

Exit Terror Mountain workshop, enter Bar. That's all.

Taelia might also be humming Prince. Don't ask the lyrics. Really.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina Solo bit her lip as she opened the door to her restaurant, briefly taken aback by the variety of people and aliens present in the room. Where the kriff was she? She had been more than positive that her hyperspace coordinates had been set to Denon. This place didn't look anything like the new capital of the GFFA.

Her brandy brown eyes narrowed in confusion as she looked around, hoping to try and find a familiar face, or if not, someone willing to tell her where she was.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways Entry]

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[thecoolone]

He's thought about this a lot and really, things could go in many directions here.

But in a way it's the ultimate test of trust and truth, and as he's ready to start letting go of old prejudices and explore things a bit more fairly, Bill leaves a note at the bar.

And goes back upstairs.

( Note for Tom Riddle )

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

Smeagol enters the bar proper, looking quite well-adjusted and quite calm.

Then he spots a certain someone, and the calm gives way to complete and utter panic.

He shrieks, dives under a table, and cowers.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie ambles downstairs. He's wearing Bartleby's sweatshirt again. Yes, it's big enough to fit a small island nation inside. It's also warm.

He sits at the bar and looks around.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy FALLS FROM THE SKY wanders in from outside. She knocks the snow from her shoes and hangs up her jacket, and heads for the bar, humming.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: This thread is being slow-timed, and only open to Delia and Thom. Sorry]

[Delia's in the bar. Black jumper, green velvet skirt patterned like a snake-skin. Well, she's always liked snakes]

[And Roger's threat had always stuck in her mind]

[she's also reading. 'The Prince'.]

[...this could be interesting]

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[firstmarauder.livejournal.com]

The thrill of Apparation has begun to pale; there is a crack from behind the bar, and after a moment, a large shaggy black Newfoundland wanders in.

He looks around, clambers up into a booth, and rests his head on his paws. His eyes could melt antarctica. His tongue lolls out.

Somebody buy the doggie a steak!

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[shelley_winters]

Shelley sits in the Bar, without book or coffee or cookies. She does, however, have a mug of Sweet Dreams, because even when it comes to alcohol she has a sweet tooth. She looks thoughtful, but not unhappy or unwelcoming. Come and visit her on her barstool!

[OOC: Shelley went to have a conversation with Mouse, and is now looking after Christine!!!]

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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke is sitting at the bar with a glass of firewhisky, which he hasn't had in quite some time. Although he's pretty sure there's no established protocol for what to do when your dead nephew from the future tells you that, in one version of your future, you go Dark, but "get a stiff drink and brood" seems like a step in the right direction.

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[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus wanders down from upstairs, looking rather pleased with himeself.

Happy Hour~~

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar, glancing at the specials left over from earlier in the day.

"Tonight's specials are, in a carry over from earlier in the day, Shish Kebab, with the addition of Spinach and feta cheese omelet, and sweet and sour meatloaf. Tonight's drinks are both r- themed. Rasberry Sex, and Red Dwarf." he announces to the bar, adding the new items to the board.

"What'll it be?"

Karaoke Time!

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*There is a karaoke machine in the bar. It is very large and very pink.

Therefore, Xander assumes that it must be evil.*

Wow ... didn't know they had an open mike night ...

*He approaches the karaoke machine slowly. It lights up and looks inviting-- as inviting as a possibly-evil-because-of-its-pinkness karaoke machine can be.*

Whoa!

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd has been in his room most of the day practicing. Asmodean told him a few ways to help his music sound better last night and he has been fixing his errors most of the day. Rather eager to play for people at the bar, he sits in a stool and starts trying to thinking of something he could play.

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai is at the bar, with a martini, and a piece of pie. What? She was hungry.

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[volcanofaerie.livejournal.com]

The door opens onto a scene from Dante's inferno.

Or, really, just into the heart of an active volcano.

And a Faerie steps from the lava into the bar, pumps her fist into the sky, and laughs;

"Fucking A! I made it! HELL yes!"

The motion of her self inside the leather bikini is rather, well, she's definitely there.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

After talking to Faith until Richard turned up and she could complete her important errand, and conjuring lots of building supplies, Asar-Suti goes for a walk outside again.

Not female-shaped this time, and not smoking - it would be a waste of beautiful fresh air. There is definitely spring about now; in the middle of the mud, you can guess that grass is making ready to grow, and if you look askance at the bushes, then you see a ghostly glimmer of fresh green as the first buds are thinking about appearing on them.

What a difference a day made!

Asar-Suti doesn't know that song, but he would agree with the sentiment if he did.

He feels just about ready to jump and run and caper and hop, until he comes to the place where the igloo used to be. There is just a heap of broken-down slush now. This used to be a place where he's had some of the most special and important moments with Gil, and it's already history.

The blankets are on his own bed now, and the immortal iris flower is on Gil's dresser, in his own room that he temporarily shares with Gil; the melancholy is mingled with a sudden surge of Gil-related happiness. Gil might even sense some of that through the Stone...

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is down in the bar, as she was earlier. She's grabbed her bridal magazines and is looking through stuff. And there's a tray.

Entrance Post

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and in steps a graceful young blonde woman in a fantastic evening gown and stage makeup that enhances her great natural beauty, and natural poise.

She delicately steps into the bar, notices where she is...

..and with a tiny little sigh, she collapses to the floor in a dead faint.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is in the bar. He is not wearing a tutu.

(He is wearing his hat, though.)




[And yes, his mun is still dividing her attention between Milliways and work. Damn papers.]

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[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra is in a booth, with tea, reading her book about working mothers.

(no subject)

[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

Homestarrunner. Bar. Melonade. It's now officialy a PARTY!




or not

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire brings a sleeping Seth downstairs. She's actually gotten him to sleep and eat pretty regularly all day. She's happy about that and the tired spots under her eyes aren't quite as dark, tonight.

She sees Charlie and heads over to join him.

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[fukkin-pikey.livejournal.com]

Mickey slinks in to the bar and makes a beeline for the bar. He's sporting a shiner and a few cuts besides, but he doesn't seem to be limping or stumbling too bad. (Nothing serious, folks. He's even humming some Dropkick Murpheys.)

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee walks out of the staff quarters, hair messy and a bit sweaty. She's been working hard. But she's grinning because this is what she loves. The work, the...everything.

She walks over to the Bar, petting it lovingly. "Almost done, baby. Almost done." She promises. And food appears.

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[clumsy_auror]

*A pink-haired witch is seated at her usual table, one foot curled up underneath her. A half-finished bottle of Butterbeer sits in front of her, as does a large stack of files. The latter, however, she is determinedly avoiding for the time being, engrossed instead in the latest issue of Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle.

Let's just call it escapism.*

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[white_flowers]

The woman in white walks into the bar, carrying a canvas bag. A glint of metal can be seen poking out of the top. Blodwen goes to a corner table and settles there, then pulls out what appears to be a partly-finished crimson sweater, yarn, and her needles.

Bright silver flashes from the table as she works.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Dear Customers of Milliways,

For reasons best known to itself my recipe book opened today at the Armenian page so that's where all our specials come from tonight. I hope that they make any Armenians in the bar feel right at home ~~~

Eggplant Casserole

Pumpkin Stew

Shish Kebab

If there is anyone who would like to have a 'home cooking night' with ethnic dishes of their choice please drop a note to the kitchen and we will do our best to please.

Gil puts the chalk back on the rest at the bottom of the blackboard, leans on the bar and nibbles a fairy cake, wondering what the favourite dishes are in Gondor.

He's just a fanboy at heart.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew ambles aimlessly (and alliteratively) in.*

*He looks ... pensive.*

*Quick, someone distract him.*

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Dusty, customary black outfit speckled with paint, Bernard emerges from the new Staff Wing and spots Tonks. He grins tiredly and gets himself a bottle of tequila, then walks over to join her.*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is in bar. He's happy and laid back. Mhmm, all night cuddling.*

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

She opens the door with her gloved hand and walks in. Her hair is carefully arranged to hide half of her face, and her bearing is straight and tall.

The young Hel (and, remember, she's always looked young here) walks toward a seat while watching people from her visible eye. She doesn't see any of her family, which is sad.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia is in the bar, slightly less creeped out than last time. Still, she's somewhat wary*

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*A few minutes ago, James went to the barn to do chores, and stepped into a bar at the end of the universe instead. Will happened to be looking, just then.*

*Therefore, the door opens now, and in comes Will.*

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's back over by the observation windows. This time he's got a purpose, he's not just watching the stars die; he's watching for her wolves.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is in an armchair -- his favorite one -- reading Walt Whitman again.

Until he closes the book, keeping his place with his thumb, and closes his eyes.

A small nap won't hurt.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael's in the bar. Of course he's in the bar. He never leaves.*

*At the moment, he's drinking quietly at the Bar, a copy of the Bible open before him. He might be reading. Might not. Just staring is my guess.*

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace isn't dealing.)

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs with drawing pad in hand and sits at the bar. She is drawing things she sees. Yes, that is a warning. Come and bug her, stop her from documenting evidence of any crack, I beg of you*

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes down the stairs, and heads for the bar in search of coffee and dinner.