(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is in the bar. Wade's with her, too. Mun isn't feeling overly creative tonight*

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Shh! Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. It's a Tony, but the mun doesn't have much time. Maybe an hour or so. Bear that in mind if you chose to tag Tony. ;)

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[t3h-kyp.livejournal.com]

Kyp looks round as he walks in, but tries not to seem too curious. He wonders if this is the place Fen mentioned a few years ago, then wonders how he ended up here when quite clearly he was going back to Yavin 4 to report to Master Skywalker...

But hey, it's a bar, and he can't pretend he doesn't like those after hanging round Han Solo for so long.

He grabs a seat, smirks at the menu, and orders a lomin ale. He looks round again, wondering if anyone he knows is here. Sure are a lot of people...


[and mun is sorry for wandering off with no warning but bed was insistent]

(no subject)

[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme is in the bar. With a book. Guess which book and get a prize! Or something.

[ooc: Comment if you want, but the mun, she is So Not With It and may be incoherent and slowtiming randomly. The clowns have eaten my brain and used my skull as a bowl to offer flower to Manuel in, wheee!]

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil comes from the pantry with a worried frown on his face and writes a quick note which he pins on the kitchen noticeboard:

Everyone,

A young gentleman called Walter Plinge is temporarily sleeping in the pantry, hoping that the door he came in by will return to allow him home again.

He's on my tab for the time being.

Thanks,

Gil

(no subject)

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

oom: Smeagol dreams.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley meanders in, looking terribly at peace with the world. Eventually, via a circuitous and roundabout route, he finds himself at his usual table, glass of Atlantean in hand. Deciding not to argue with what is clearly Fate, the demon seats himself, stretching out long legs in front of him*

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar. You just didn't see him.

He strolls over to the usual table, tequila and lone cigarette in hand.

No, he still hasn't smoked it.*

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bartleby thinks.]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael orders a glass of wine and heads over to the usual table; and he's halfway there before he even notices the demon.

He rather likes that this has become such a habit*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((Note posted for security: Here.))

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

[OOM: While pondering conspiracy theories about the bar, Chris Chappelle's father comes in to tell her the truth about the day he died. (ie - Jack Bauer killed him.)]

(no subject)

[blessed-been.livejournal.com]

Tara is in the bar, sitting in a booth and drinking tea.


[ooc: plot post; Esk only, please]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Belated Pre-Milliways Entry - actually takes place on FRIDAY afternoon, prior to this thread]





[Warning for, ahem, adult content]

[ETA: Now actually posted to the right community! *facedesk*]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

After Milliways, Yesternight...

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in from New Orleans, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

"-so she asks, 'Who's Yoda?'. I'm telling you, it's-"

Wait a minute. Wasn't there someone sitting across from him a moment ago?

Crichton twists around. Not only did the person he was in the middle of talking to just disappear, but everybody else in the room seems to have shifted position.

Another time jump.

"Ah, hell, you have got to be kidding me."

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Alright, I should have done this ages ago. Hawkins' OOM adventures: The Mask Maker Next in the line of Light Powers Miracles and Another Miracle.]

(no subject)

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir is in the bar. He has coffee and waffles.

(no subject)

[steven-grlscz.livejournal.com]

Bleeding to death was, to say the least, a bit bothersome. Not just the dying part, but the blood was so messy. He'd gone through the whole last-dying-breath pain and suffocating blackness, just to be presented with a door. Totally anticlimactic. Naturally, he'd opened the door, and was greeted by what appeared to be... A bar. Was this the afterlife given to those who don't believe in an afterlife? And if he is in fact dead, why was there still a small but steady flow of blood coming from his hand, dripping to the floor?

Okay. One thing at a time. He manages to go to the bar and find an unoccupied seat, and proceeds to look about as lost and dazed as he ever has before. Hopefully this seeming afterlife comes with some kind of guide. Or a bandaid. That would be nice.

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[agirllost]

[OOM: Last night: Guilt by association, Kim thinks about talking to Chris]

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's inna bar, waiting to be told when Mikey's party will begin. She's not wearing a dress and heels for longer than absolutely necessary.

She has coffee, bagels, and a semi-pleasant outlook on life today. Feel free to bother.

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen is in the Bar! She's all curled up by the fire and has picked up an issue of Cosmopolitan that just happened to be lying around. Her pegasus is still sleeping in Helen's room.

So, Helen, comfy chair, Cosmo, tea, without Pegaus.

Feel free to distract her!

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom comes in for a quick check on the bar before an outing to the family meadow in London Below. They're taking Sunny flying, provided she doesn't gnaw the broom in half.

He's looking about for any sign of evil puppets.*

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is in the bar, watching people. Feel free to talk to her. As of this point in her life, she's spoken with a whopping seven non-family members.

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Sir Apropos of Nothing is in the bar. He is dressed up, tunic and hose and all assorted finery. Where he got them is anyone's guess, but he looks rather good for him. His hand is wrapped firmly around his walking staff, knuckles white. He is looking for Gil. He is Not Pleased.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar, curled up in her booth and reading 'the Prince', still]

[jeans, black jumper, hair out, she doesn't look like a lady at all.]

[well, that's good.]

[ooc: Will be back in an hour an a half, or so Back]

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Freaky Dream Sequence #4]

Tony enters the bar and heads straight for the door. He wraps his fingers around the knob and turns. And it opens. And he leaves.

When Tony returns, he goes to his room to shower and change. Then, pulling out his journal, he sets the date. It’s time to go…

He walks back downstairs and orders a glass of water before retreating to a booth. He wouldn't mind talking to someone he knows.

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is in the bar, in a booth, with homework spread -all- over the table. He's chewing on his pencil, and looks more than a little frustrated.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy enters the bar, trying not to look nervous, and walks up to the bar. He looks around the room, trying to spot the person he is supposed to be meeting.

He fiddles with his black, curly hair and glances down at the note that was left for him.

'Guppy. I would like to speak to you about blood donation. Meet me in Milliways Bar. Lestat de Lioncourt.'

He looks around the bar again but nobody appears to be looking for him.

I don't know anyone here, but I'd like to. Everyone looks so interesting.

He sits at the bar and waits.

Unbound, broken...and gone for a while...

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

"And he hobbles to the front door, opens it, and walks out.

"Exit Apropos."

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[sai_delgado]

Susan's smiling when she comes downstairs. She's also carrying a rather battered hat.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she looks around and sees a familiar face. Stifling a giggle, Susan settles the hat properly on her head and starts across the room towards Cuthbert.

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[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

*Scarlett waltzes down the stairs in the green frock she obtained from the bar the night before. It lacks hoop skirts and didn't require a corset, but she has a couple of petticoats underneath the long skirt. She still feels veritably naked. Or like Emmy Slattery - this dress is in the simple style of a farm woman's attire, if made from fabric no farm woman could likely afford. However, the simplicity of the dress allowed for Scarlett to put it on all by herself, so this is in its favor, at the very least.

Upon entering the bar proper, she spies Susan talking to a handsome boy. No beaux, my foot she thinks as she makes her way over to them.

Unimaginative Entrance Post Ahoy

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Look, it's a Cuthbert!

(no subject)

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[Sario is in the bar, at his normal table, dressed in his normal clothes and doing what he normally does.]

[you know how it goes]

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

Ryan is sitting at the bar.

He didn't sleep very well.

Right now he's smoking his second third cigarette, drinking coffee and thinking.

Bother him if you want but be warned - he's not in the best mood.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace in the bar! No, really.
She's got a mug of cocoa and a warm spot by the fire, a book that she's almost finished, and a boyfriend who's... somewhere. Ah well. Three out of four isn't bad.
Come bug her, if you like.

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[feintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Walter shuffles out of the pantry, his progress hampered not just by his ridiculous gait, but by his need to stop and pet every rat he passes, calling them all "Mister" or "Mistress Rat". not seeing anyone else around, he looks around for something to do, and spies a broom leaning up against a wall, which he grabs hold of immediately and begins to sweep up.

He sweeps well for a lad who can't seem to walk.

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[mr-brian-kinney.livejournal.com]

Brian trips back into the bar, looking as happy as his fairly stoic face would allow. A good night with his... Justin... often did that. Hopping on a stool, he bothered Bar for a festive drink and peered around. Perhaps soon he'd see the blond here.

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian's in the bar, and he's chewing something. He's wearing the slightly furtive expression of all toddlers chewing something they shouldn't be; angelic with a side order of mischievous and a smidgeon of guilt and fear of being caught.

It would appear he found his flatmate's stash of chocolate.

Yes, he has spare*

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes down the stairs.

Spotting Cuthbert and Susan together, he makes his way over to them.

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[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

"Bart" is in bar. He's done almost all he came to do this time around. Just one or two more people to mess with, and wham bam, let the real one back in to take the blame. Ha! What a great excuse.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs with Megan.

Entrance/Introductory post...

[poete-gringoire.livejournal.com]

A somewhat bedraggled stranger slips quietly into the bar, with the cautiously deadpan expression of one who is very familiar with unfamiliar situations, and is prepared to make the assumption that someone's probably going to try to hang him.

"Pasque-Dieu," he mutters as the warmth starts working on his cold nose and fingertips. "Now to find something to eat that costs less than an onzaine..."

(no subject)

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra comes in from the lake area with a few early flowers that she collected. She sees Helen reading by the fire and wanders over to say hello.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

On some days, Asmodean found mortality quite irksome for no particular reason.

The bard walked slowly down the stairs with his harp in hand. As he was passing the bulletin board, he removed a small note from the front pocket of his dress shirt. He tacked it onto the board with little ceremony.

( A Notice concerning Musical Services )

Asmodean nodded at the note, though he was not exactly sure why he wrote it in the third person.

Without another word, he walked over to the bar and leaned his back against it. He began to play his harp and sorrowful tunes flowed out into the bar.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is a bit nervous. Oh, it's nothing serious. Just the fact that he's expected to don formal wear and go to a party with Gil.

He's never done that before, at least not that he can remember. Go to a party. With somebody, as a couple.

He hopes he won't do anything that might make Gil ashamed of him.

So, as it's not yet time to get ready, he hides in a turned-away chair near the fire and reads The Name Of The Rose.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke ambles into the bar, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and settles down on a barstool, looking around at the rest of the clientele.

It takes him a minute to recognize her. She looks different -- less flouncily dressed, maybe a little less carefree. But he grins, asks the bar for two glasses of lemonade, and tries to catch her eye.

Hagrid's...where?

[half-giant.livejournal.com]

Rebeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Ground at Hogwarts, and Care of Magical Creatures Professor, falls through the door, confused.

What is this place? One minute I was getting some rock cakes from my pantry fer my tea with Dumbledore--the next I feel a shove from behind, and I end up here. And the way in doesn’t appear to be the way out, at the moment.

Well at least there’s a bar, so it can’t be all bad.

He pushes his mane of bushy hair from face, and walks over to the bar. The stool looks sturdy enough, and he prays it’ll hold his weight as he sits and raps his knuckles on the smooth wood.

Someone around here should be able to tell him what this is all about.

(no subject)

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin's outside again, 'sabre lit. There is something inherently peaceful in practicing, which he suspects has much to do with the fact that it's one of the few times that as far as he knows, there is nothing but him, the 'sabre, and the Force flowing through him.

Outside observers are welcome. He may take a little while to notice them, but that's all right. The show's beuatiful.

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[thecoolone]

I think this is the lesson I was supposed to learn. I think I was supposed to know where my memories of Susanne came from, and why. I think that was what was keeping me here. And I think I hope this is not just wishful thinking.

All the times he's opened that door, he's seen nothing but a void, a swirling mass of darkness and destruction and he's not been anywhere near desperate enough to try to walk out into that. It would be a leap of faith far beyond his bounds, far beyond anything he could think of doing or actually bringing himself to do.

But this night... it feels... different, somehow.

And so he decides to try the door, see if the Bar will let him leave now that he's relived his nightmare with Tom's assistance. Bill takes a deep breath.

Ready, Bill? Ready.

The doorknob feels somehow cold, and he's not sure if it's reality or his own expectations making it that way.

Confidence, Bill. Why wouldn't it let you leave now?

That's more like it. He shakes back his long hair, touches the dragon fang earring for luck, and opens the door... and it's different.

No swirling void.

Bill looks through, then steps back into the bar, his face pale. This was not what he expected. Come to think on it, he's not sure where he expected to see: Cairo? The Burrow? Gringotts? London? But certainly not this.

Not the dungeon room from which he escaped.

He closes the door quickly. He is not going back to captivity. He'd rather be stuck here for all time.

Walking quickly to the bar, he orders a cup of tea. 3 sugars, fresh cream.

That, Bill, is the universe's way of saying Fuck You! loud and clear. He grins, and the grin widens into a smile, and he laughs. He doesn't care who hears.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Doctor Hannibal Lecter appears. He looks at his hands, mildly surprised he's human, and he takes note of that with a small, wry twist of his lips. He proceeds to the counter (stopping and reading a notification on the way). He asks for and recieves a scrap of paper and a pen. He leaves a note to Gil, then asks the Bar for his favorite wine, and turns to look at the sparse crowd.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

(Out of Milliways: Family Sucks. ))

*A burnt and slightly bloody Tim pops through the door. No major wounds, but his clothes look like he was in an explosion, and there is a horrible nasty gash on his right cheek.*

Fuck.

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[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Cassandra found herself at Milliways once again. Black top, a bit of midriff, and black sweatpants. It was obvious that she had not been on duty for those who knew what business she was in.

And, once again, Cassandra looked lost.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie leaves the party early, and wanders around the bar for a bit, playing guitar absently.

The rain tapping on the window puts him in a mood, and softly he beings to sing.

( I hear the drizzle of the rain )

He goes back to playing, still just wandering around.

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Because he's Endless, there are plots, and the space-time continuum is more of a guideline than a rule for Endless Dream is both in the bar and in the Dreaming prior to being at the party with Moiraine.

So if responses are slow, its only because his player is losing her mind.

(no subject)

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

Hey, kids! What time is it?

It's Fluffy Cabbit time!

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oh, and last (for now) but not least: Hawkins' discovers a slight oddity about his new self.]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina smiles as she enters the bar, happy that her test flight to find a way back to Milliways was successful. She scans Milliways for any familiar faces as she walks over to the bar to order a cup of blue milk, much like her uncle used to drink during mealtime growing up on Tatooine.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

[OOM: A nightmare from last night - warning: violent content]

Kim comes down from upstairs. She ran earlier and showered and changed so she's ready to eat and hopefully not think about certain things.

She's also kind of curious why so many people are running upstairs but isn't really in a party mood either.

She orders a chicken pad tai and a soda. She finds an empty booth and sits down but probably wouldn't mind some company.

The End is Nigh!

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

A book was in the bar, the title of which was Defense Theory: Understand the Basics To Protect Your Arse by Marjory Whimpleton. It was not in the bar by itself, as it was brought in by a red-head who was sitting at the bar reading it while munching on chocolate frogs.

Yes, Ron Weasley was reading a book.

That wasn't about Quidditch.

No, hell has not frozen over. Go ask Lucifer; he's probably around the bar somewhere.

Hopefully the universe isn't ending anytime soon either, though it's quite possible that this can be considered an omen that it will. At Milliways, you never know.

Of course, his lips were moving as he read. But at least he was reading.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val is shuffling around the bar, a bit out of it, cleaning tables, handing people a drink here, or a bit of food there, but not really making any meaningful conversation or connections. She just wanders around. One might want to watch out, as she might just wander into someone.

By the lake...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is not in the mood to speak to many people today. She has a lot on her mind.


She can't get the utter darkness beyond the door out of her mind.


She wants to pray, but she can't.

Pulling her knees to her chest, she wraps herself in her cloak, making herself as small as possible. She looks up at the stars, glittering coldly in the chill early spring.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post]

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil comes into the bar. He is very smartly dressed for him for he has a party to go to but his face is strained and he looks a little pink around the eyes.

Quickly he writes on the blackboard:

Dear Customer's and Patrons of Milliways,

Tonight we have our usual Sunday roasts - pork, beef, chicken and mixed nut - with seasonal vegetables and a choice of rhubarb tart or apple crumple to follow.

I hope you enjoy them.

Then he sighs and goes to the noticeboard and pins up a carefully lettered notice:

Job Opportunities

We have some vacancies available in the kitchen for the following positions:

Washer upper
Sous-chef

Please apply to Gil or leave a note with the Bar if you would like to be considered.

Gil

He pats the note thoughfully, then turns away to go and find Sooty trying desperately to regain his party mood.

(no subject)

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

After Bart -- Thad, really, but Tim didn't know that -- had left, Tim had been left alone in the corner booth. He was trying to maintain a semblance of normality. He had...work to do. And he didn't feel like going back to the Tower to do it, since he knew Kon was there doing his homework.

He needed to calm down. To...think logically.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Jack and Alanna's Caribbean Adventure. No pirates were harmed in the writing of these threads. Arrr, avast and all that. Savvy?]

*The front door opens slowly and the smell of the sea wafts into the bar. Grinning wickedly, Captain Jack Sparrow strides through the door, followed by a rather green Alanna. It's entirely possible that her eyes sparkle with just a touch of mischief as she turns to Jack and plants her hands on her hips.*

Please promise me that's not going to happen again?

(no subject)

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

oom: Smeagol dreams some more.

Smeagol runs down the stairs and stops as soon as he enters the bar. He looks around to make sure everyone's still alive. When the patrons display a distinct lack of being dead, he sighs with relief and heads to the bar, where he orders coffee.

(no subject)

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

Well, it has been a lovely few hours days weeks undisclosed amount of time few hours of reading, but Hermione is hungry. She orders chicken salad from the bar and looks around for someone interesting to talk to.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. Come bother her, please?

OOM-- The Day that Would Not End

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

Day Four in 1983

Kitt has another nightmare, one he is most assuredly not prepared to face. PeeJee tries to comfort him, with some small success.

Later, Karr and Bonnie wake up somewhere sunny. It's Nevada in May, of course it's sunny. The thread is best summed up thusly: 434 comments of UST, snark, flirting... foreplay...

And then they done sex. The end.

PeeJee does basic yoga. Kitt watches, somewhere between enthralled and mortified. She offers to teach him, but instead, they decide to have a bath. The bath somehow turns into a fight.

This fight was evidently PeeJee's plan all along, as Kitt stalked off for a drive and Michael went with him and there was much breaky and woe, in honestly rather healthy ways.

PeeJee was not kind enough to inform anyone at all of her scary plan. Although after a good deal of breaky and some mild schmoop, Michael realized roughly what she'd been up to.

And then they rambled leik woa.

Not too much later, Michael talks briefly to Bonnie, although perhaps 'talking' is an overstatement. Really, it's more that she tries to get him to tell her what's wrong, and he thinks that if she can't figure that much out on her own, then she pretty much doesn't deserve to know. She's the lady with the PhD, after all. Kitt tries to talk to Michael, too, though with far better luck. Less grr and closing off, a lot more partnerschmoop. There is, at some point, a bit of healing, and the plot point that Kitt can't just go back to car form, now. He won't be happy with one or the other; he has to be able to change.

In the spirit of spending time with his guests (even though he's not really a host here), Kitt offers to take PeeJee out for a 'real' date. She dyes her hair black for the occaision, as bright maroony-purple is not very 1983. Kitt makes retirement plans, and he and PeeJee discuss raising children.

Karr proves that he too can dream, probably a symptom of being human-shaped outside of Milliways. The whole thread is Millicanon and... slightly heartbreaking.

Svava sends a note saying she's well, that Milliways continues well despite todash monsters, and that she will be free to go home at the end of the world. Oh. And asks for someone to please bring her stuff back to the bar.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

[OOC: Post-Milliways. Why Meg isn't coming back to the bar for a few days. Have a great week, y'all!]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is stretched out on a couch, his arms folded behind his head, his hat hanging on the end of the armrest. The Lord of the Rings is open, cover-up, across his chest.

His eyes are open.

He's smiling to himself.

(no subject)

[opalcity-star.livejournal.com]

A man walks in.

He's moderately tall, black hair a little long on top and curly, falling into his face. Blue eyes look down at the bundle in his arms, the little tuft of similarly black hair sticking out the top the only indication of what it might be other than the absolute adoration in his eyes. Nestled in the crook of his arm is tall golden staff, hook on the end gleaming in the low light.

He's not dressed up really. There's a Hawaiian shirt, open and showing a wifebeater underneath, accompanied by a black leather jacket tied around his waist. Green goggles sit atop his head at a rakish angle. He's in loose slacks, accompanied by black boots, and he looks like he's had a long day.

"Hello, Kyle...how're you tonight? Daddy's home from extra work and Mikey and Tony are all gone and it's just you and..."

He looks up.

Blinks in confusion.

"Me?"

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

... mahnamahna.

And that's an Eris in the bar, completely oblivious to anything that may have been happening before she showed up.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith.

Bar.

Drink.

Smile.

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

"Ma?"

He walks in, blinking around, a little confused. A small enough child, lame leg trailing behind him as he turns his head this way and that, obviously looking for someone. The cane in his hands is clutched tightly.

"Ma? Ma? Mister Stroker sir? Ma?"

He's starting to think this isn't home.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*A white cat slinks down the top of the bar, padding to its usual corner. It settles down, paws folded comfortably under itself, to watch the surrounding patrons.*

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Before the Party]

(no subject)

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

Parrot in the bar. Right now she's perched on a chair near a window, apparently making up for not getting her turn at the karaoke machine by gleefully belting out off-key Japanese pop music.

"Ashita ga aru sa asu ga aru!
Wakai boku ni wa yume ga aru
Itsuka kitto, itsuka kitto
Wakatte kureru darou
Ashita ga aru, ashita ga aru, ashita ga aru sa!"

[OOC: Mun will be distracted by homework, replies may be slow.

Also, for characters who understand Japanese and muns who don't, a rough translation of the chorus would be: "There's always tomorrow, tomorrow's a new day / There's always tomorrow, somehow somewhere someway..."

The irony of singing this at the end of the universe is probably not lost on Peach.]

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel comes into the bar from outside where, judging from the facts that her clothes are clinging to her body and she is drying her hair off with an already rain-soaked towel, she has been swimming in the lake. In March.

She goes to get dinner and a box pops up on the bar. Confused, she lifts the lid off, to reveal something encased in green tissue paper. She grins, and taking it, heads upstairs.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is in the bar.

David shouldn't be in the bar, but he is.

Sitting in one of the booths, drinking from a tall glass of blood, topped off with a cherry.

It's his own creation. Ask him what it's called. Go on. He double dares you.

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[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

And now one Dr Frank N Furter is in the bar.

Pity nobody's told him about the cocktail party upstairs. He's got a slinky dress somewhere and everything.

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[teirnan.livejournal.com]

Teirnan had to be in the worst mood of his life. And all those within Teir's new clan of a'saii knew it, choosing to leave him to his broodings, letting him remain in his pavilion until his spirits lifted enough to make civil conversation possible.

Of course, they all knew what he'd been doing earlier that day - he'd said as much to several people before he'd departed three days prior.

His task was to find Niall's daughter Keely and attempt to convince her to listen to him and hear what he had to say about the prophecy. About her tahlmorra.

It did not go well. At all.

Instead of dismounting off her horse and listening to what he had to say, she'd insulted him terribly. Selfish and power-hungry he could deal with.

But going to the Seker's gate and "trading his manhood in exchange for Strahan's pleasure"?

That was going too far, even for Keely, who everyone knew had almost no tact at all when speaking to other people.

Teirnan was furious, and he nearly destroyed part of the door-flap to his pavilion when he entered it.

"Gods the nerve of that woman... That bitch-"

His words were cut off as he and his lir - the wild boar named Vaii who'd just entered the tent moments after Teir did - took note of the interior of Teir's home.

The interior was vast - too vast - and there was a large number of people sitting at tables in what happened to be a tavern of some kind.

He smirked. Apparently the gods had known what he needed and had seen fit to grant him his wishes.

"Good. I could use a drink. Come lir; let us see what sort of wine they serve here."