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[airazor.livejournal.com]

Circling high above, Airazor takes in the not-nearly-as-cold-as-it-was-two-weeks-ago weather and enjoying the sights below.

And being a falcon, she doesn't have to descend too far to take everything in.

What's this? A party? Let's check this out...

And after converting to robot mode, she enters the bar, and noticing that lots of people are drinking green beverages, she orders an energon shake.

Dyed green.

Of course.

EDIT: Now rated PG-13 for rather suggestive comments on Strahan's part. :P

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert has no idea what Ireland or St. Patrick's Day are. Nevertheless, the bar seems to have decided to introduce him to Guinness, and he seems to have decided he likes it.

(He also has a bowl of what might presumably be Irish stew, but again, he's not aware of its Irishness. So far as he knows, it's just good.)

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes down the stairs.

The bar produced another new shirt for him today. It's green. So far as he knows, the color was chosen randomly. But it's a nice shirt, and he has only three, so he's wearing it today, with inadvertant festivity.

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*here's a Brian, there's a Brian, everywhere's a Brian, Brian...


Actually, no. There's only one. That was a lie*

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Not sure what this falls under, but covering my bases...To Amadeo, from Bianca (letter)]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

A paint-spattered and slightly worse-for wear small purple god goes upstairs to join Gil - there will be food, and a bath,

Asar-Suti really needs both.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks up to the bar, putting two letters on Bar's surface, as always written in green ink. She looks just a bit harried, and more than a little worried. "Bar, can you duplicate this one and give it to Bernard and Bigby, and give this one to my brother Peter? Thanks." The letters are absorbed into the bar, and Val shuffles back to her room in the House of Arch, more than a little disjointedly.

( Bernard and Bigby )

( Peter Wiggin )

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

[oom: Iris takes it upon herself to begin a record of her stay through "letters" to her father.]

After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.

"This hoovers."

She slinks back to a table If a speedster could slink. and promptly buries her head in her hands. What follows is silent begging for something to render her unconscious so she doesn't have to worry about finding a room and paying for it. If there are rooms. If she has money.

She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.

Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.

[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]

Breakfast at Milliways.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's behind the bar serving breakfast. Bet you're all shocked.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith inna bar, on account a girl's gotta eat and stuff. Sausage and fried eggs, today, accompanied by the OJ.

And look! Her skin is its normal color! Yay, sleep!

(no subject)

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir descends the stairs, again without his armor and weapons except for his eating dagger--though he knows by now he does not need it. He feels better with it at his waist nonetheless.

He sits at the bar and looks around for a few moments before speaking. "Lady Bar? The concoction I had the other day--I would like that again, please."

Up pops waffles with honey and berries. Boromir puts a coin on the bar top and murmurs "Thank you" as he begins to eat.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim wanders downstairs, yawning. He's dressed as usual, see the piccie? Sliding up to the bar he give a small smile*

Ahhh...Morning in Milliways. How sweet it smells.

*His hands drift towards each other, fingers crooked. Muttering beneath his breath, he twists his hands this way and that, until a haze of red mist rises between them. Staring deeply inside the spell, Tim continues speaking in tongues. Come, bug him, it's not that important.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val is not having a very good day, it would seem. Her apron is covered in what looks like a combination of drink, omelette, and is that mayonnaise? It even look slike part of the bottom half of her braid got caught in some sort of red sauce. She's cleaning off tables, moving dishes around silently. Halfway to the kitchen, she drops a plastic bowl of nuts, and swears. Putting the tray down, she kneels to scoop up the nuts. This is not Val's day.

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[eyemightbite.livejournal.com]

"Bar?"
The Corinthian is relatively subdued this morning in Chinos and a black Cubana shirt.
"I have need of...ummm.. supplies."
He looks around a bit and continues.
"Nothing so drastic or predictable as drugs, oh no."
He lowers his voice.
"Please deliver to my room: eight frames of various sizes, none smaller than 8 by 10, none larger than three times that. Also: a heavy fishook, a skull of any sort, a skeleton key, a blank journal...hmmm, let me se now...oh, yes, a locket ( heart-shaped if you can), a copy of Little Earthquakes by Ms Tori Amos ( I prefer an LP), some Reese's Cups, some glitter, and a hammer." A ponderous pause. "..and an ankh? Doesn't matter what it's made of."
Seemingly satisfied with himself, he relaxes a bit and continues.
"Four bolts of maroon-coloured cheesecloth, a box of nails, a staple gun & staples, a variety of candles ( no less than 21, please), and a bottle of Syrah, but not the Yellowtail. It's bilgewater."
With that, The Corinthian straightens himself, and returns to his room, taking the stairs 2 at a time with a toothy grin.

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[chanteringale.livejournal.com]

Chanterelle is in, sitting by the fireplace and reading a book in Braille.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is very proud of what he has done this morning. He's put in the mosaic tiling in Gil's new bathroom, grout and all, without the help of any magic at all. It's a nice abstract pattern of green, tan and brown one-inch glass tiles, with the occasional shimmer of purple in between.

Despite cleaning up, there's still white from the grouting around the small purple god's fingernails as he settles down with a glass of caffé latte macchiato from the coffee machine. He's fed the trilobites and played with Julietta the squid a bit; now he starts reading the book he's brought from upstairs.

It's called The Name Of The Rose, and it's a novel by that Earth writer whose theoretical works and essays had impressed Asar-Suti recently.

It starts off by talking about old books that are, Asar-Suti suspects, entirely fictitious; what a strange fiction within a fiction. Umberto Eco shaped input will be invaluable to the theories that Esk and he are developing, of course...

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[bloodyrockgod]

A door opens in the bar, exiting a former star -
music once was his trade, now it seems that he has strayed -
seeking someone , friend or foe -
if he doesn't find them, woe.


[ooc: written by collects_ears-mun, to whom I bow down.]

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[mnt_mike]

Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.

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

Uh oh. Guess who's still here? And she's just as cheerful as ever. Perhaps even more so since her mun has once again discovered the restorative properties of mocha.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs from Charlie's room and heads for the door. He doesn't anticipate being gone long, but has left a brief note for Charlie to explain, just in case time decides to do odd things again. He leaves quietly.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, the door opens again and he comes back in with a Megan clutching his hand. Liam's carrying a duffle bag, and Megan is towing a little suitcase along behind her with her free hand. They'll be staying for a little while.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's inna bar. She's stolen one of Grissom's crossword puzzles and is working on it with limited success. She would welcome interruptions.

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[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer has finally realized what an idiot he's been coming down in the evenings to eat. It's much less busy during the day; much fewer people present to mock his current wardrobe situation.

So, the amount of Sawyer's in the bar has just increased by one.

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

After being woken up by his daughter Ryan found it hard to go back to sleep. So, after a quick shower and change of clothes he is downstairs looking for her.

Instead of finding Chris he sees another familiar face

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

The 24 contingent has one more in the Bar. Not that this one has left. No, she's been here for a few days. Just hiding away in the shadows. Not flirting. Cause that would involve emotions. Which Chloe does not have.

Chloe's drinking her water, as usual. She's at the Bar, fully aware that this single, simple act makes her vunerable to having other patrons talk to her. And she wants it that way. Because she is ready to talk. She needs the people skills practice. At least, that's what her mun keeps telling herself.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk is in the bar.
Because she wasn't in the bar yesterday and a bar without Esk is just not geeky enough.

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max heads down from his Brand New Shiny Room for the first time, because it's just nice like that.

Approaching the Bar, he tentatively requests a corned beef sandwich, stares in awe as Bar produces it, sits down and starts eating.

You can bother him if you want.

(no subject)

[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

Jake comes downstairs with Oy at his heels, freshly bathed and looking for the first time in months as if he's had a decent night's sleep. He's even got that content expression back on his face, and the long-absent journal under his arm.

He takes a seat at the bar and orders a sandwich.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, steadfastly ignoring the door.

She's ignoring the door, but she is subconsciously checking off items to be done before the door claims her: Edited story, practiced harp (am getting better), sword practice (work on footing), French studies...

Now she's downstairs with "The Complete English Poems of John Donne" again.

Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne
Indeed is great, but I have beene in
A Purgatorie, such as fear'd hell is
A recreation to,'and scant map of this...

It's really not taking her mind from her problems.



From "Satire 4" by Donne.

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[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

That woman is in the bar again. Still gorgeous, and still hiding behind those bling-bling shades like she's worried of the press stalking her.

Her confident movements are punctuated with half-seconds of hesitation, minor movements that the observant might link with nerves, or guilt.

At the bar she orders a martini, and licks up the olive with her tongue.



[OOC: Mun really is here this time. Really! No sudden running off, no running off at all 'til dinner. Come talk! Dinner now. Will return soon!]

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[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris enters the bar after her long walk around the woods and by the lake. She walks up to the bar and looks around for a bartender or waiter.

No one.

She vaguely remembers her dad ordering a key and it appearing but she's not sure if he was joking when he said it was a "magical bar" or not.

Chris looks around for someone to ask and spots someone nearby.

Long day.

[jez-on-wheels.livejournal.com]

Erica's in the Bar.

She looks tired. Too many people talking about too many crazy things.

"Hey, Bar, can I just get some hot chocolate or something?"

She smiles tiredly when the Bar complies, giving it an affectionate tap.

Those chairs by the fire look inviting.

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[agirllost]

Kim comes downstairs.

She sits at the bar and orders another salad and diet soda. Healthy eating day three.

But the bar also gives her a cup of soup. Apparently, the bar thinks salad is not a good meal.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack comes jogging down the stairs, his hair still damp and sticking up in every direction from his shower. He's been out jogging in the cold this morning, trying to get into a routine, but has warmed up now from the shower, and he's ready for something to eat, and coffee to keep him awake.

Taking a seat at the bar, Jack tucks into breakfast and thinks about what to do today.

[ooc: Mun will be having dinner in about 30min-1hr, but will be on for much of the evening.]

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[treading_dawn]

Aslan, the great lion that he is, slowly makes his way down the stairs into the main bar area. Halfway down, he stifles a yawn as his eyes catch sight of Crowley across the room. Aslan stops for a moment as his mane brightens a bit, then tones down to it's normal glow.
He finishes making his way down the stairs and carefully pads over to the couches by the fireplace.
Before settling down to sit, he stops long enough to make sure that Crowley saw Him, and knows where He is.
Satisfied, He begins absently to thump His tail on the carpet, eyes half-closed. Even against the light of the fire, His glow is apparent, and the air around Him is still and cool.

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[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado is a little more subdued than usual when she comes downstairs, but she seems quietly determined to be present in the room, at least.

She goes to the couch and curls up there for the moment, looking about for familiar faces, and mayhap others as well if they seem friendly.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways, in the new flat]

*Bernard and Tonks walk out into the bar from the Staff Wing, arguing good-naturedly, both flushed and smiling. He stoops behind the Bar and hoists a box of Sunny's things from the House of Arch into his arms, and then Tonks notices Crowley seated at their table, and nudges Bernard. The two of them walk over to join him.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim rests in one of the booths, watching the bar. He nods absenttly to those people he knows, including his boss.*

(no subject)

[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

There's a Creature in the bar.

His face is buried in one of several books, the rest being strewn on the table around him.

Anyone who feels up to getting that face un-buried can feel free to interrupt.

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[thecoolone]

In a way, it's a test.

For both of them. For Bill, it's a test of his own temperance and acceptance, his prejudices and his curiosity. For Tom, perhaps, a chance to prove yet again -- although it's not particularly Bill's place to call him on it -- that he is who he says he is, and not who he's become in Bill's world.

Maybe.

At any rate, he's on guard. He sees Tom waiting at a table and thinks that's good, at least he showed up as promised. Bill heads over to join him.

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[lvpd_sidle]

OOM: Sara is having a bad night.

Sara walks into Milliways. And for the first time doesn't really have a reason to leave. She curls up on a couch near the fireplace, shoulders shaking.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From the back door storms the Valkyrie. Its been wet and cold and rainy and overall miserable outside- all the better for trying to work off a temper. And given Ace's good advice, she's totally forgotten she's wearing the space agey red and black armor.

What? It fits well and she can move around easily. You're not going to make her self-conscious of it again, are you?

Mwaha.

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[proud-roman.livejournal.com]

It is not an impressive entry. He's past that. The door opens, he steps inside, eyes on the ground, then it closes behind him and he flinches at the click of the lock.

Slowly he looks up and his face pales.

"Isis," he murmurs, looking around in incomprehension.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom arrives from the House of Arch carrying a few rolls of parchment. He sets them on a table and looks around for Bill, as he'd hoped to speak with him tonight. While he waits, he gets a cup of hot tea.*

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[mogget_cat]

*There's a white not'cat asleep on the bar. It kicks every-so-often in its sleep.*

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

In a startling new development...or, y'know, not...Cuthbert is at the bar. With--wait for it--coffee.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace in the bar! Of course, you knew that, but it's good to be all official-like. She's found a comfy overstuffed chair, and is sitting sideways in it, her knees hooked over one chair arm, her feet dangling over the side. She's got her book, whichi s almost finished, and her cocoa, which is steaming gently in its mug on the ground.
Feel free to come bother.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

A thread of music echoes near the doorway.

Will enters, followed by Bran. For once, Bran is neither wearing sunglasses nor carrying his harp.

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

Smeagol's in-bar. He's sitting at a table instead of under it again. He's got a mug of beer which he's not drinking and is resting his head on his hand. He looks relatively well-adjusted tonight, and maybe a little tired.

Well, maybe more than a little.

But he's fine. Really.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

This is Hel, once more in the bar. She's watching the room from her good eye, and has the other one carefully turned away.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's in the bar. With coffee, shockingly enough.

Come talk to him. He's friendly, despite the giant scary guns and the lifetime friendship with Roland. Really.

(no subject)

[airazor.livejournal.com]

Airazor's in the bar again, enjoying a nice cold energy shake, and hoping nothing like that strange creature she met the other day shows up.

After all there's no CR chambers in Millways Bar (that she could find at any rate) to fix her up if her circuits overload from the strains of frustration.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Look Zedd looks like he is getting ready to go somewhere, you might want to bug him tonight before he decides to leave.



[ooc: The mun is going away for a few days so he is going to have Zedd go back to his world to look for a couple magic items, and do some research on a certain type of shield.]

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

... Also cute and fluffy!

Yes, 'Stitch' is back in the bar, with his cardboard box. He hops up on the bar counter proper, and looks around for a red-haired man.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Invisible girl in the bar! Only...she's visible today. And look, there's a milkshake, so it must be Violet.

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bartleby is offered a choice.]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is sitting at a small round table, with a cup of tea and a bowl of soup in front of her. She's knitting something small and green, slowly, and watching the rest of the bar.

(no subject)

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

Jack O'Neill is at the bar, drinking a Jack Daniel's and wearing a paint-splattered t-shirt.

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander will not be knocking over any chairs tonight, mainly because he's seated at the bar. He's got a glass of rum, courtesy of Jack's dubloons-- tonight, however, he will limit himself to one. Yes he will.*

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

Crowley. Feet propped on his usual table, the Times across his knees, mug of tea in his hand, and a profoundly self-satisfied expression on his face.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti, rather tired from all the laughter, snark and general mayhem today, looks around for Gil to go upstairs.

Flirting and fanboying might be fun, but the small purple god of magic now wants his faun.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia walks downstairs and sits at the bar. She orders a drink but mostly she just sits.

(no subject)

[freedonia.livejournal.com]

"Is there a doctor in the house? No? Good. Last time there was and I regret it all day."

Firefly saunters in and over to the bar.

"So, Bar. Do you mind if I call you Bar? How about something warm and strong? It's been a cold week."

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom hurries into the bar and sits down at a table, clutching a hand mirror.*

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Amadeo receives some disheartening news]

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]

Amadeo enters the bar for the first time in a long time - the first time since the wedding.

His face is marked with bloodtears, and he's clutching a bloodied, wet-looking letter in his hand.

"Richard..." he cries pathetically, looking around for him. "Richard?"

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. Once again he is looking contemplative and not paying any attention to his tea which is, once again, growing cold.


Poor neglected tea.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard and Tonks re-enter the main bar, looking tired but satisfied.

Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. They've been arranging furniture in their flat.

They walk up to Crowley's table and sit down again.*

(no subject)

[princeofcosmos.livejournal.com]

The tiny Prince and his Katamari appear again, this time upon a barstool. The Prince listens again, intent.

Since you had such a lovely time when last you visited this establishment, We decided, in all Our majesty, to allow you to return for a second engagement. Roll wisely, puny Prince.

Then, he pushes his Katamari up onto the Bar and scoots along, collecting so many of the interesting things that make Milliways so... well, interesting.

(no subject)

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Its Ako!

Ooo!

Ahhh!

Yip!

(no subject)

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

Iris eventually decides to go back into the Bar proper. She slept a good deal more than she meant to but it's so reassuring to have some place to stay. She tucks the key to her room into her jacket and zips down the stairs in search of company.