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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd puts his flute to his lips and starts to play. The songs that comes out isn't as nearly as good as the Celebration of Life, but it is still well played.

The song flows out of the flute in a good tune for a drinking song. The music seems to have a faint desire to have someone sing with it. Dionysus seems ready to supply the voice that is being asks for by the music.

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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Hey, look.

Deadpool.

He's here. He's not particularly queer, but you should probably just deal with it anyway.

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[milliways_sawyer]

[OOC: Upstairs]

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[flybywash]

Wash's booth looks like a small mechanical tornado just ripped through it.

The entire tabletop is scattered with bits of wire, metal, electronics, and crumpled duct tape. Two empty Blue Sun Coffee cans are front and centre, already reinforced with several thick strips of metal; Wash hunches over one of them, threading a wire through a hole punctured in its uppermost band.

Without taking his eyes off his project, he grabs the duct tape, rips off a piece with his teeth, and carefully smooths it over the exposed wire. Then he picks up something that bears a striking resemblance to a set of TV rabbit ears and gets to work attaching it to the rim.

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[one-eyed-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: A day or two after this]

---

Somehow he got here.

How Niall arrived he doesn't know.

Suffice to say that he is here.

Sitting at a table.

Honey brew in one hand, and the other fiddling with the new gold earring hanging from his left ear.

Now and then a hand will slide up his arm to remind him that the lir-bands are as real as his earring is.

And Serri?

Well he's at Niall's feet, hoping Niall will drop him a leg of moose.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Val takes Alanna to the City for cheer, and they end up drunk. No warnings. Just hilarity. Much hilarity. From last night.]

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[prydeful]

Out Back by the Lake

Kitty and Val talk. And plot. And make a Star Wars music video with action figures. It's a gift for Anakin!

No, we do not know where this came from.

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[drmalcolm.livejournal.com]

[Before Milliways]

The door opens, and a man dressed entirely in black walks in. He looks disoriented, but not particularly shocked. Of course, that could be because he was just delirious. And on a whole lot of morphine.

Dr. Ian Malcolm has come to Milliways.

At least there aren't any dinosaurs here.

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[gone_byebye]

[Out of Milliways- Ray's been visiting the Tenchiverse.]

Through the magic and wonder of Millitime, and the wonder of interspatial and intergalactic transit that is holding onto Ryo-oh-ki's hand, the bar now has one more proton-packed, jumpsuited parapsychologist in it than it did last night. Ray heads straight for the cloakroom, wrestling a fairly large (dinner-table-sized) object along with him. Once he's divested himself of that and his equipment, he turns around and makes for the bar.

It's breakfast time.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

You all know the drill by now. Richard. Bar. Breakfast.

Come on over.

He's got the caffeine. You know you want it.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith inna booth, with coffee. Come say 'hi'.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Tom Riddle]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace inna bar. Still. Curled up by the fireplace. Still. Mug of hot cocoa. Still.

Doesn't go for much variation lately, our Ace.

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[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana's been around, seriously.

Now though, she is prominently in the Bar, at the Bar, and crowd watching.

She's bored, mun's bored and semi-packing for Spring Break, she has hours until work....

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir comes downstairs, seeking breakfast. He has left his weapons and leathers upstairs, though there is a small eating dagger at his waist. He sits at the bar and looks around--not smiling, but not as grim as well he first arrived.

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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: pre-Milliways. brotherschmoop.]

Charlie comes downstairs with his guitar. It makes a very bulky security blanket.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. Currently perched in a booth with both of her legs elevated, and ankles wrapped.

She's drinking coffee and staring out into space. Come bother her.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

There is a Michael, in a booth.

Two days in a row, this may be a record.

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[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Barts in Bar. Yup, there he is lounging as normal, reading through some Impulse comics, the Mecury Falling saga. He's going normal speed for now, just for enjoyment purposes. Come, talk to Bart, make friends with the Kid.

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[mr-brian-kinney.livejournal.com]

"Well, this is new," Brian said to himself as he peered around the bar with one brow perked in amusement. It could've been one hell of an acid trip, or perhaps he'd finally found the result of where the bliss of one too many orgasms landed you.

The one thing he did know was how to behave at a bar. He squinted at the windows, which appeared to be terribly important, however no one had as of yet explained why. Cocksure smile in place, he took a spot at the bar and observed the other patrons in the hops of ascertaining just what he was meant to do in this establishment.

[ooc: New, a little lost, orienting]

Bartending!

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.



"What can I get you?"





[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam is in the bar, once again. He will go home one of these days, honest. Just not yet.

His mun feels that in view of certain planning, he really ought to meet Alex. *hint*

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[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal is in the Bar. It's a jacket and jeans day. He's trying to be inconspicuous, but his mood is too ponderous to not be obvious.

"Bar. Beer, please. Something dark."

Say hello. He'd welcome the distraction.

[OOC: slowtime likely]

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

It's a Max Evans on a mission.

Unfortunately, this is not the mission he had intended.

Going into the cave to attempt to work on the Granilith, something had clearly gone quite wrong. Possibly not that wrong, since Milliways might be somewhere near Antar (does anyone actually know for sure where Antar is?) but still wrong.

"... This is not the Granilith. Nasedo? Not funny." Max of course blames the first person he thinks of who might be able to pull such an elaborate 'prank.' "Not funny at all."

terror lurks

[the-tire.livejournal.com]

There's a tire lying harmlessly in a corner.

Yeah. Harmlessly.

What happened to Mary?

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[nita_callahan]

Nita comes downstairs and sees the specials. "Pizza! Yes!"

She orders a couple slices of veggie pizza and sits down at the Bar to enjoy it.

Thanks to Millitime, there is not a Speak N' Spell next to her.

[OOC: Mun disappearing, will be back around 11 Pacific time. Back for a bit!]

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[thecoolone]

( upstairs, this morning )

Bill has taken a table near the back of the bar, away from the bulk of the crowd, and he's writing.

Furiously.

There's an untouched cup of tea at his side, and an equally untouched plate of biscuits and cheese. All his concentration is on the parchment; his writing is an absolute flurry of blue streaking across the page.

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

Ryan is in the bar.

He's sitting in one of the booths, reading a book and drinking coffee.

Feel free to bother him.

[OOC: Mun may be slow answering while she does computer-y stuff.]

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel's walking down from Her room and she goes to grab her tray. As she surveys the bar she sees Michael talking to Max, as well as...her head snaps back and she rushes over.

OOM

[go-between.livejournal.com]

A slow-timed conversation between Richard and Armand.

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[itsajar.livejournal.com]

Janus is cold.

And wet.

And...blind? He feels water on his eyes when he opens them, but it's very, very dark..


And his feet seem to be stuck. Well. more than his feet - all the way up to his knees.



"Is this Hell, then?" He thinks to himself.

...and he drifts, mercifully, back into unconsciousness.

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick walks in...through the front door, shaken after the events of earlier. He settles on the couches, a glass of dinner on a nearby table, and stares at the flames, lost.

[ETA: Violence outside.]

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[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

Shannon walks in and does a double take. She looks startled-and annoyed.

"Okay, somebody tell me what's going on! If this is where Boone's been going all this time, I am going to kill him."




[OOC: Mun is only on for a few hours.] And mun is gone, but will be back in an hour or so to wrap up conversations.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

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[speak-nspell.livejournal.com]

There's a Speak N' Spell in the bar.

It's just sitting there.

Play with it. It wants to spell right now!

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is, inexplicably, sitting at the bar, playing with a cocktail umbrella.

He looks quite a bit better than he has these past few days.

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[lvpd_sidle]

OOM: Shopping is completed.

Sara's back, slightly grouchy at having to deal with hyperactive clerks all afternoon. Though she did enjoy the pizza Gil thoughtfully provided for her before she left.

She's curled back up on the couch. Disturb at will. Unless you're a tire.

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[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer comes down stairs.

Yes, he's wearing the tutu.

No, he's not happy about it.

Too bad he doesn't see a familiar face in the bar, or he'd probably duck back upstairs quickly to avoid being seen.

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[angryadolescent.livejournal.com]

Kronos comes downstairs and notices the sign proclaiming it Pizza Night. He prefers chicken wings, but figures that Caspian had a point about variety being an important thing to have in one's diet. So he heads to the bar and settles down in one of the stools.

"Give me a pie with a variety of meat on it, and no, I don't care what kind. Also, a bottle of Everclear and a glass."

It takes a few momemts before his order arrives, and although Kronos doesn't recognize everything that the Bar put on the pizza, he isn't all that worried about it, and soon settles in to enjoy his dinner.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

The Valkyrie, in jeans and a white sweater, keds upon her feet, is sitting sideways in one of the comfy chairs by the fireplace. She's trying to write some things out on a piece of paper, but her thoughts keep wandering elsewhere.
Some say the world will end in fire.
Others say in Ice.
Elsewhere has some pretty depressing subjects.
From what I've tasted of Desire
I hold with those that favor fire.
Distractions would be nice.

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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Immediately previous. Warning for, um, meta-Shakespeare geekery? Or something?]

The front door opens, and a moment later Gwion steps through -- without harp, tonight. He says softly to himself, "So different doors all lead to the front door -- how interesting."

Then he turns and looks over his shoulder, and says, "Hurry up, lion -- I want my cocoa."

He's smiling, of course, though if Merlion waits much longer he might not be. Cocoa is a very serious matter.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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

She walks in the front door and orders her usual glass of mead.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Sabretooth slinks in from outside and shakes the snow off. Then he pads to the fire to warm himself.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil finishes tidying the kitchen with a sigh of satisfaction and lifts down his recipe book. He flips through the pages idly then closes the book and puts his chin in his hands.

Last night was Armenian night but nobody seemed that fussed. He considers - he could do another different type of special - or - he could do something easy and spend the evening chatting to people and possibly get some quality time with Sooty.

Decisions!

That's an easy one.

He pops out into the bar and writes:

Tonight is Pizza Night.

Just order what you want from the Bar.

Ordinary and standard toppings are immediately available. Totally bizarre ones may take a few moments.

Enjoy being creative!!

Then he goes to find someone to bother.

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[the_lioness]

Alanna is in the bar. She is not wearing her new purple nightie. As far as she knows, it is still on the turtle.

Just so we're all clear on that.

[OOC: Following their conversation in this post, Alanna takes Zedd back to the office in search of a missing magical item.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOC, OOM, other things beginning with OO: Random-ass dreams. In the sense where "ass" modifies "random." No asses are explicitly involved.]

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

Chase slogs into the bar, damp and exhausted from having just done more laps around the river than he can count, and falls into a booth.

If anyone wants to try to talk to him, he'll try to stay awake.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

After talking to the talking thing and getting rather bored with it, the Triplets wander into the middle of the Bar and set up shop. Shock and Lock sit making spells for Shock's spell book, and Barrel sits feeding Morty. Feel free to bother!

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska is sitting reading by the fire. She does it a lot, so you shouldn't really be surprised.


[OOC: Um, mun's got Issues, so RP may be a bit off. That is all.]

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf and Virginia come downstairs.

Finally.

(no subject)

[sometimes-both.livejournal.com]

Kate is in the bar, slightly sooty as always, and would welcome a nice conversation so that her mun doesn't have to work on her paper.

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Ed bounces downstairs and sits in the middle of the floor. She has a dog in her lap not long after she sits. *

(no subject)

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

Thursday's actually been here a while, really. You just didn't notice.

She's sitting at a booth, scanning the room and avidly scribbling down details. It's easier to have a good jumping-point than to continue to try random doors until she gets the right one.

And she is so distracted by this task of description that she's neglected to notice the strange vanishing of Friday. Oops.

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[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

An unfamiliar figure stepped through the door, and it was clear from her posture that she tensed the moment she realized that she had not arrived at her intended location. She was a rather small, lithe little thing, but it was clear by her build that she was no idle girl. Instead, her muscles contributed to her lean figure that stood out in her form fitting black shirt and pants.

Blinking, the black-haired girl warily observed her surroundings. This was definitely not her training area. The door had already closed behind her. This, indeed, was a mystery. And although solving a mystery wasn't her area of expertise, she decided to explore a bit to determine her location.

Stepping carefully, she peered around, trying to disguise her obvious curiosity.

( Mun will be leaving for bed at 11PM, so expect slowtime then. )

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina finds herself sitting at a booth, trying to comprehend everything she was told earlier. She takes a sip of her glass of water, wondering what she should do next. She's also curious who else she might meet at this bar.

(no subject)

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

There's an Anthy in the ba-ar, dear Eliza, dear Eliza, there's an Anthy in the ba-ar, dear Eliza, and the scansion is completely off!

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim comes downstairs. She's showered and changed after exercising earlier, finally.

Her muscles are a little sore but she's smiling which is an improvement over how she's felt recently.

She sits at the bar and asks for a turkey club. There are certain people she'd like to avoid and others that she's hoping to see.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith has had another dream.

About Meg. and Andrew. And Nick.

Faith is not stupid.

Faith is in the bar, looking for a certain blonde ballerina. Beware.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

The bar is now up one caffienated gunslinger. Be advised.




[Mun vs. Paper, Round IV--Sudden Death. Level of play will depend on how strict I am with myself. (Probably not very.)]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is back in his favorite armchair, with a glass of whiskey sitting beside him. Also, his copy of Leaves of Grass.

He slept very late this morning. Felt good. Felt very good.

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He collects a mug of hot cider, and contemplates doing something very stupid for someone he cares about very much. Kath daon.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims in bar. He seems listless and bored. Never a good thing for Security.*

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti has conjured things on the building site all day, and worked on his crystals book in the library; now he comes downstairs to see a few people and shift shape a bit.

First, though, he goes to the fireplace area to feed the trilobites and say hello to Esk.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael's in the bar. He's scowling at a copy of Good Omens and drinking a glass of white wine, the level of which is going down entirely too quickly. He'd thank you for interruptions*

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

A note is waiting for Bernard.

( Bernard )

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

OOM POST.

Not bringing Peter in, it's just that Nny demanded, and I am her bitch.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar, looking fairly relaxed and without children accompanying her*

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex. Bar. Booth. Book. Tea. Add some verbs an' stuff and you might get a full sentence, whee!

The mun blames the sugar-high for the incoherent.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew. Table. Large plate of fried paradoxes.*

*He's munching on one, and eyeing the others pensively.*

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's downstairs. He acquires coffee and a popkin -- that's a sandwich, for people not of Mid-World -- from the bar, and is slightly bemused to find it appearing with fried strips of potato. Discovery of the day: French fries are tasty.

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo enters the bar, carrying a ton of magazines. She drops them on the table in her old booth, then starts flipping through them, chewing on her bottom lip as she reads and looks at the pictures.

She might make a slight whimpering sound.

[ooc: I can't sleep, I'm leaving for Virginia tomorrow, I have no work to do right now... I think I need some crack]