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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:00 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
the-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard's in the bar, at the usual table.
Tequila.
No cigarettes.
Not too bad a mood.
Huh.*
Tequila.
No cigarettes.
Not too bad a mood.
Huh.*
Mar. 23rd, 2005
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:14 amher-my-own-knee.livejournal.comHermione inna bar!
"Hello, Bar," she says, patting the Bar's surface. "Any messages for me?"
None appear, so Hermione shrugs and orders a glass of milk and a swiss cheese sandwich. She's got a copy of Ender's Game open on the counter, and she reads while she eats.
{ooc: Closed thread, slowtimed for plot. Comment only if you have a teenaged wizard named Ron or a waitressy genius in your head.}
"Hello, Bar," she says, patting the Bar's surface. "Any messages for me?"
None appear, so Hermione shrugs and orders a glass of milk and a swiss cheese sandwich. She's got a copy of Ender's Game open on the counter, and she reads while she eats.
{ooc: Closed thread, slowtimed for plot. Comment only if you have a teenaged wizard named Ron or a waitressy genius in your head.}
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:25 amtimsbooks.livejournal.com((Zedds in jail. Moral: Don't piss off the magic, man.))
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrockgodCharlie is still awake.
He is still downstairs.
He is still twitchy.
Something is still wrong.
He is still downstairs.
He is still twitchy.
Something is still wrong.
Breakfast at Milliways
Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:38 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard's in the bar serving breakfast. Have at.
"What'll it be?"
"What'll it be?"
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:31 amyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam comes crashing into the bar at a run, looking frantically around for Charlie, nothing in his mind right now but the certainty (a summons from the Landlord?) that his brother needs him and he has to find him now.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 10:56 amnita_callahanOOM
Nita comes downstairs, sniffs the air, and abruptly decides that no, food will not help her headache. If the nausea's any indication, food won't help anything much. She orders a glass of water and commandeers a booth, looking paler than she realizes.
Her headache's not getting any better.
Nita comes downstairs, sniffs the air, and abruptly decides that no, food will not help her headache. If the nausea's any indication, food won't help anything much. She orders a glass of water and commandeers a booth, looking paler than she realizes.
Her headache's not getting any better.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 11:05 ameyemightbite.livejournal.comUpstairs in his room, The Corinthian is satisfied. He sets down the staple gun and opens his bottle of wine.
Every inch of wall and ceiling has been covered in the taffeta, givng the impression somewhat of being inside a huge pillow.
The room is definately, if unintentionally divided, with his bed, desk, bookcases and armoire taking up two corners,
and a collection of 8 mis-matched frames on the other two walls opposite.
The contents of the frames look as tho they may have come from a rummage sale, they are so seemingly random. A skull covered in glitter, an anhk, an LP record, a huge fishook, a hammer, a locket embedded in some chocolates, an open (blank) book, and finally: a skeleton key affixed to a shard of mirror.
"First, a bit of a swim in the old brain, then..." He says to himself, pouring himself a heroic glass of the wine, "...then to business."
He takes a conservative drink from his glass. "And I do love business."
Every inch of wall and ceiling has been covered in the taffeta, givng the impression somewhat of being inside a huge pillow.
The room is definately, if unintentionally divided, with his bed, desk, bookcases and armoire taking up two corners,
and a collection of 8 mis-matched frames on the other two walls opposite.
The contents of the frames look as tho they may have come from a rummage sale, they are so seemingly random. A skull covered in glitter, an anhk, an LP record, a huge fishook, a hammer, a locket embedded in some chocolates, an open (blank) book, and finally: a skeleton key affixed to a shard of mirror.
"First, a bit of a swim in the old brain, then..." He says to himself, pouring himself a heroic glass of the wine, "...then to business."
He takes a conservative drink from his glass. "And I do love business."
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 11:25 amsilverageflash.livejournal.comBarry comes downstairs, in civvies, and gets his usual cup of something - decaf with cream today. He's in a good mood. He looks outside and notices it's a nice day.
He heads upstairs and then back, grabbing the maroon windbreaker with a Justice League logo on the left sleeve that the bar gave him some weeks ago, and then emerges into the pseudo-sunshine and relatively mild air.
[ooc: You know the drill - slowtime ever-more likely.]
He heads upstairs and then back, grabbing the maroon windbreaker with a Justice League logo on the left sleeve that the bar gave him some weeks ago, and then emerges into the pseudo-sunshine and relatively mild air.
[ooc: You know the drill - slowtime ever-more likely.]
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 11:56 amlvpd_sidleSara's dressed in sweats this morning, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. The good mood from yesterday is no where to be seen, if one is of the evil not'cat variety.
She has coffee though, so she is safe to approach.
She has coffee though, so she is safe to approach.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:12 pm-tombraider-.livejournal.comThe front door crashes open and in flies Lara Croft with her rocket launcher pressed into her shoulder. She slides across the floor and comes to rest facing the door.
A shadow falls across the bar, and those looking out can see only a large, yellow eye that takes up most of the doorway looking in...and focusing on Lara. Before any of the bar can react, Lara sets off a rocket straight at the eye.
An echo of thousands of screams fills the bar proper as smoke bellows out the door. Quicker then a flash, Lara has kicked the door shut, and the everything is once again quiet.
She takes in the fact that she has caused no damage whatsoever to the bar.
"...Huh. Must be losing my touch."
And she rocket launcher on the bar as she settles in for a drink.
A shadow falls across the bar, and those looking out can see only a large, yellow eye that takes up most of the doorway looking in...and focusing on Lara. Before any of the bar can react, Lara sets off a rocket straight at the eye.
An echo of thousands of screams fills the bar proper as smoke bellows out the door. Quicker then a flash, Lara has kicked the door shut, and the everything is once again quiet.
She takes in the fact that she has caused no damage whatsoever to the bar.
"...Huh. Must be losing my touch."
And she rocket launcher on the bar as she settles in for a drink.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:50 pmmnt_mikeMike makes his way down the stairs from the guest suites. He's wearing a very familiar brown fedora hat, a matching bomber jacket, and there is even a whip attached to the side of his utility belt. He's a turtle on a mission. Nothing will stop him. Nobody's gonna breaka his stride. Nobody's gonna hold him down. OH NO! He gots to keep on movin'!
And in this case, he's moving to various points around the Bar, tapping on the wood looking for hollow spots and hidden doors. Heh, retard.
And in this case, he's moving to various points around the Bar, tapping on the wood looking for hollow spots and hidden doors. Heh, retard.
Bartending!
Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:53 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comClaire steps behind the bar, setting Seth's baby carrier on the floor. She looks around, noticing quite a bit more dust and general disorder than is normal. She frowns curiously and sets to work, wiping the counters and glasses with a damp towel. A few minutes later, when she's pretty satisfied with the cleanliness of things, she looks around the bar with a smile.
"Can I get anyone anything?"
[[ooc: Her shift'll end at 5:45pm EST today. Gotta run. We can slow-time any of the current threads if anyone wants. . .]]
"Can I get anyone anything?"
[[ooc: Her shift'll end at 5:45pm EST today. Gotta run. We can slow-time any of the current threads if anyone wants. . .]]
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 12:55 pmsai_delgadoShe comes downstairs smiling, having left Joanie upstairs playing happily with a tiny frog.
Susan goes to the bar for hot chocolate, and then turns to go settle on the couch that she's beginning almost to think of as 'hers.'
Susan goes to the bar for hot chocolate, and then turns to go settle on the couch that she's beginning almost to think of as 'hers.'
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 01:40 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comSome hours after he helped Charlie upstairs, after Lochiel gave them his terrible news, Liam returns to the main bar. He's carrying a clearly exhausted and sleeping Charlie, his face marked with tears, like a child - not without effort, but he's nearly a foot taller and considerably heavier than his brother, and he can manage this short distance.
He settles on a couch by the fire, Charlie cradled against him, and very softly starts to sing an Irish lullaby, hoping it'll soothe Charlie in his sleep.
He settles on a couch by the fire, Charlie cradled against him, and very softly starts to sing an Irish lullaby, hoping it'll soothe Charlie in his sleep.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:11 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony is taking a break from writing his letters and is, of course, in a bar. You may attempt to speak to him, although his conversations seem to be woefully short as of late.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:25 pmtigatron.livejournal.comTigatron is once again in the bar, this time decidedly in a more relaxed mood than he was in during the other times he'd come close enough to the establishment to fraternise with the patrons as best he could, given his reserved nature.
Airazor has assured him that this bar is peaceful, and that violence is not tolerated by the bar or its management.
And though the bar is as artificial a structure as it always was to Tigatron (who has an innate distrust of anything "artificial" or at least "inorganic"), he's lying next to a roaring fire, asleep and content to know that this is a bar of peace.
It may not be the Vok-created flying island Tigatron tried to protect from Predacon forces but ended up destroying in order to save himself and his friends from Black Arachnia and her treachery, but it's home.
Home for as long as he and Airazor remain here at this Bar at the End of the Universe.
Airazor has assured him that this bar is peaceful, and that violence is not tolerated by the bar or its management.
And though the bar is as artificial a structure as it always was to Tigatron (who has an innate distrust of anything "artificial" or at least "inorganic"), he's lying next to a roaring fire, asleep and content to know that this is a bar of peace.
It may not be the Vok-created flying island Tigatron tried to protect from Predacon forces but ended up destroying in order to save himself and his friends from Black Arachnia and her treachery, but it's home.
Home for as long as he and Airazor remain here at this Bar at the End of the Universe.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:33 pmlastgunslingerWhen Roland comes downstairs, he doesn't see anyone he knows. Good.
He goes to the bar and says in a low voice, "I want a sword. A good sword. The best. To aid in the disposal of vermin." If indirectly, he thinks. "Would you give me one?"
A long moment passes. The gunslinger waits.
Soon enough, a long, slightly curved sword in a scabbard appears. There's a tag on it. Roland turns it over, reads it.
Handcrafted by Hattori Hanzo.
If that's what the bar considers the best, Roland will take it. He does, and goes upstairs.
He goes to the bar and says in a low voice, "I want a sword. A good sword. The best. To aid in the disposal of vermin." If indirectly, he thinks. "Would you give me one?"
A long moment passes. The gunslinger waits.
Soon enough, a long, slightly curved sword in a scabbard appears. There's a tag on it. Roland turns it over, reads it.
Handcrafted by Hattori Hanzo.
If that's what the bar considers the best, Roland will take it. He does, and goes upstairs.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 02:48 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti comes downstairs, his plans for the garden rolled-up under his arm. He gets a thermos of coffee from the bar, and then walks outside to potter among the plants. Water the seedlings, pat the little espalier trees, and proudly smile at the Purple Pride tulips in their terracotta pots that lend the unfinished place some early prettiness.
He walks down the few little steps to the lake and looks back. It doesn't look like much yet, but it looks cultivated. No longer like a haphazard back exit only good for walking away from towards the lake, or coming back to to enter the bar.
The small purple god turns female and has a ciggie while looking at the bar building, and the blue sky above it.
Whee, spring!
He walks down the few little steps to the lake and looks back. It doesn't look like much yet, but it looks cultivated. No longer like a haphazard back exit only good for walking away from towards the lake, or coming back to to enter the bar.
The small purple god turns female and has a ciggie while looking at the bar building, and the blue sky above it.
Whee, spring!
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:15 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Tim is standing at the back door, staring out at the lake. Theres something out there, isn't there? Something by the water... Why is it so hard to remember? He gets fleeting images of a darkened building, and notes...but then it's gone, locked away by whatever Millipower protects the Boathouse. He sighs, turning back to the bar, a smile spreading across his face. Hell with his memories, he's been promoted. He takes a moment to gaze over the bar seeking out his... and inside, he bounces up ad down happily about the fact that he can call them his.... people. This place is important. And Tim is going to make sure it stays safe. First things first, he makes it over to the board.*
"To whom it may concern,
Barry Allen
Nick Knight
Melika Fray
Archie Kennedy
Are now hired on as Backup security.Please contact Deputy Chief of Security Timothy Hunter for duties and minimal training."
*Then he takes a seat somewhere conspiuous with a cup of tea and a satisfied expression.*
"To whom it may concern,
Barry Allen
Nick Knight
Melika Fray
Archie Kennedy
Are now hired on as Backup security.Please contact Deputy Chief of Security Timothy Hunter for duties and minimal training."
*Then he takes a seat somewhere conspiuous with a cup of tea and a satisfied expression.*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:34 pmstand01.livejournal.comIt's been a while since Brad's sought out Milliways.
Not that he's avoiding the place after Valentine's Day. No, that's not it at all. He just - hasn't needed to. Really.
He could stand the break today, though, so in he comes, in somewhat better spirits than usual. He sits at the bar and orders a Budweiser and an ashtray. He doesn't pull out a cigarette right away, though, and for once he looks as though he wouldn't mind being approached.
Not saying he won't have plenty of sarcasm to offer. He's had a decent day, not a miracle.
Not that he's avoiding the place after Valentine's Day. No, that's not it at all. He just - hasn't needed to. Really.
He could stand the break today, though, so in he comes, in somewhat better spirits than usual. He sits at the bar and orders a Budweiser and an ashtray. He doesn't pull out a cigarette right away, though, and for once he looks as though he wouldn't mind being approached.
Not saying he won't have plenty of sarcasm to offer. He's had a decent day, not a miracle.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:44 pmflame-and-void.livejournal.comThe front door opens, and in walks Rand. He looks about briefly, then makes his way to the bar. Seeing no bartender about, he procures a glass of mulled wine, then finds an empty table and sits down, leaning the chair back slightly and putting his feet up.
Sipping his wine, he people watches.
Sipping his wine, he people watches.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 03:54 pmdrama-coach.livejournal.comDianne comes downstairs. It may seem like a while since she's been around because her mun's life has been OMG crazy lately, but that's just because you keep missing her. Right?
At any rate, Dianne takes a seat at the bar, which provides her customary sweetened chamomile. She may look distracted, but would welcome - uh, some distraction. From her distraction. No, it makes sense, we promise.
At any rate, Dianne takes a seat at the bar, which provides her customary sweetened chamomile. She may look distracted, but would welcome - uh, some distraction. From her distraction. No, it makes sense, we promise.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:02 pmgris_bug_manFor Grissom, several weeks have passed in his time since his last visit to Milliways. His left hand is heavily scarred from Yrael's claws.
Once again, he is not wondering how he arrived. No one will answer that, so he has concluded he is better off not knowing. He is seated at a booth, observing people once again.
Once again, he is not wondering how he arrived. No one will answer that, so he has concluded he is better off not knowing. He is seated at a booth, observing people once again.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:05 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy comes in from the greenhouse, arms full of red roses. She leaves them on a table while she stops by the bar for tea, and then begins to circle the room, filling the vases.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:16 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine comes downstairs. She is rather hungry. She sits at the bar and says, "Surprise me."
Sushi appears. She's not sure how she's supposed to eat with sticks, so she just uses her fingers.
It's good!
Nevertheless, Elaine is rather down today. She really doesn't know what to do with herself.
Sushi appears. She's not sure how she's supposed to eat with sticks, so she just uses her fingers.
It's good!
Nevertheless, Elaine is rather down today. She really doesn't know what to do with herself.
New Loompaland plot
Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:37 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.com[OOC: For those following the Loompaland plot. Buried within the Mike!zilla earlier, the turtles united for great justice and gained access to the underworld. Yeah... different Turtle. But I had you going for a moment. Doctor Evil cameo within... weee!]
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 04:55 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's in the bar again. Same Shakespeare book. Fresh tea. New day.
((The Mun's tired, please forgive the unoriginality.))
((The Mun's tired, please forgive the unoriginality.))
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 05:01 pmangus_macgyverAnd now there's a guy who can make chewing gum out of duct tape matches out of glue a bomb from a shoelace, pliers, a dab of plastique, duct tape and a cardboard box in the bar.
Not that he's makin' that just now. Why would he be doing that? He has no reason to make a bomb...
but where'd he get that shoelace?
Not that he's makin' that just now. Why would he be doing that? He has no reason to make a bomb...
but where'd he get that shoelace?
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 05:05 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_driscoll/Erin's in the bar, drinking an ice tea. She's known people who grieved with drink, but she's not one of those people.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 05:21 pmagirllostKim in the Bar. She's not quite as happy as yesterday.
She orders a grilled cheese sandwich and a side salad.
Whether she slept or not last night is up for debate.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 06:05 pmmogget_cat*There is a white not'cat, stretched out and blissfully asleep on the bar. Not'catnaps are lovely things. Every so often its left ear twitches. It probably would enjoy a scritching.*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 06:37 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting on a table in the corner trying to find out how to spell pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolanoconiosis, which apparently is a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 06:55 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/Ryo-oh-ki toddles in, beaming happily to friends and strangers alike.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:13 pmblue_ajah*The air near the bar shimmers once more, and Moiraine is there. She collects her usual cup of tea and starts toward her table, glancing around the room to see who's present.*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:20 pmantarianmax.livejournal.comMax creatively comes downstairs, walks over to the bar and orders some french fries and a cherry Coke.
Thanking Bar, he sits down and sips said Coke idly. Feel free to bother him.
OOC: Mun has just had jaw surgery again and is in immense pain ... again ... so is less creative than usual, but is here for a couple hours.
Thanking Bar, he sits down and sips said Coke idly. Feel free to bother him.
OOC: Mun has just had jaw surgery again and is in immense pain ... again ... so is less creative than usual, but is here for a couple hours.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:23 pmscienceliz.livejournal.comLiz walks downstairs into the bar, after spending most of her day writing in her journal. She looks around, smiling when she sees Max sitting at the bar. Ignoring the conversations she had with Isabel the other night, she walks over to her him.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:26 pmlocks_it_upAnd there is Death, at the corner of the Bar, nursing a White Russian and just watching.
She hopes it will be a quiet night.
She hopes it will be a quiet night.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:33 pmyoung_tmriddle*Tom arrives through the House of Arch painting, looking slightly less pre-occupied by evil puppets. Leastways, he's only glancing in the dark corners tonight instead of peering closely. He heads for the bar and his customary scotch.*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:35 pmdeptfordmouse.livejournal.comThere's a mouse in the bar. Or rather, a mouse on the Bar. She's bedecked in lace, and ribbons, and there are two silver bells tied to her tail. Her husband (and doesn't it feel strange to call Twit that, she thinks) sent them to her. They tinkle as she scurries across the Bar.
This is not the sewers of London, she realises.
Not, of course, that she should be down there anyway. But there's something about the Grill in the cellar that keeps tempting her down there, and besides, Jupiter's dead, and the rats are a cowardly lot these days...
There's a mouse on the Bar. And she's Lost.
This is not the sewers of London, she realises.
Not, of course, that she should be down there anyway. But there's something about the Grill in the cellar that keeps tempting her down there, and besides, Jupiter's dead, and the rats are a cowardly lot these days...
There's a mouse on the Bar. And she's Lost.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:39 pmbloodyrockgodCharlie sits in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, drowning in the big back sweatshirt. There are circles under his eyes. There is no guitar in his hands. He's not even humming.
Rubeus Hagrid has fallen in the lake.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 07:52 pmhalf-giant.livejournal.comHagrid stomps into the bar, sopping wet, his giant boots squelching noisily.
His lantern had gone out as he was walking the grounds, and he’d fallen in the lake.
He strides to the door, and once again tries to open it, only to find it still locked against him. With a sigh, he flips his mass of wet bushy hair away from his face, accidentally spraying the people sitting nearby with lakewater.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Can anyone here do a drying charm?”
He spots the same man from the other night - the Tom Riddle look-alike, and shies away from that end of the bar, instead, choosing to sit at a small table with a spindly chair. He hopes it will bear his weight - the other man makes him uneasy for obvious reasons.
His lantern had gone out as he was walking the grounds, and he’d fallen in the lake.
He strides to the door, and once again tries to open it, only to find it still locked against him. With a sigh, he flips his mass of wet bushy hair away from his face, accidentally spraying the people sitting nearby with lakewater.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Can anyone here do a drying charm?”
He spots the same man from the other night - the Tom Riddle look-alike, and shies away from that end of the bar, instead, choosing to sit at a small table with a spindly chair. He hopes it will bear his weight - the other man makes him uneasy for obvious reasons.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:01 pmlochiel.livejournal.comPre-Milliways
Lochiel comes downstairs. His hands are fairly badly burned, and he's walking slower than usual, almost lurching from step to step. His eyes are dilated black, and there's a strange, half blank expression on his face.
emptysoemptygods
"Bar, sweetheart, could I get some aloe and bandaging, please?"
aCheysuliwhoselirdiesgiveshimselfovertodeath
His voice is quiet, edged with a hint of barely-restrained hysteria. When the requested items appear, he retrieves them with awkward, shaking hands and sits at a table rather than try to make it to his habitual sport by the fireplace.
Lochiel comes downstairs. His hands are fairly badly burned, and he's walking slower than usual, almost lurching from step to step. His eyes are dilated black, and there's a strange, half blank expression on his face.
emptysoemptygods
"Bar, sweetheart, could I get some aloe and bandaging, please?"
aCheysuliwhoselirdiesgiveshimselfovertodeath
His voice is quiet, edged with a hint of barely-restrained hysteria. When the requested items appear, he retrieves them with awkward, shaking hands and sits at a table rather than try to make it to his habitual sport by the fireplace.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:02 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/Lady Death floats in from the lake, wet and dripping. She heads to the bar and retrieves several towels with which to dry herself, a quill and parchment.
She heads fire-ward and begins vigorously towelling off.
[ETA]
Once she's dry, she writes out a letter and has Bar keep it safe.
( Letter to Tim )
She heads fire-ward and begins vigorously towelling off.
[ETA]
Once she's dry, she writes out a letter and has Bar keep it safe.
( Letter to Tim )
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:16 pmfemme-wizard.livejournal.comEska is reading a book she brought down from the library. It's from Gil's world, and is called Intermediate Transfiguration
She not studying very hard, and looks relaxed. There's the remains of a cocktail on the table beside her.
Come say hi.
She not studying very hard, and looks relaxed. There's the remains of a cocktail on the table beside her.
Come say hi.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:16 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy wanders in again, fetches another cup of tea from the bar, and heads for her favorite seat at the fireplace. She has the book Tom gave her tucked under one arm; once she's seated she begins to read it, careful not to spill any tea on the crisp white pages, and hums to herself. Off-key. Somehow. Really, really off-key.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:36 pmlastgunslingerRoland is sitting at the bar eating dinner.
He seems pleased about something, in an ominous kind of way.
He's pretty good at that.
He seems pleased about something, in an ominous kind of way.
He's pretty good at that.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:42 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/futureperfect_/There's only so many books Iris can read in a day so it's back into the bar she goes. She's eager to paint her room but still...paint. And she wants to show Archie how fast she can do it. It's been awhile since she'd met someone who'd never heard of her father or a relative/fellow speedster.
For now, a Scumble sounds good and maybe a pleasant talk.
For now, a Scumble sounds good and maybe a pleasant talk.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:43 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comThe man sitting in a corner on a chair with a glass of wine in hand and a harp lying nearby does not look like Jasin Natael the melancholy bard. Nor does it look like Joar Addam Nessossin the famed composer. This man looks like Asmodean the Forsaken. With his dark eyes cold and filled with anger and his face pulled taut, it would be conceivable that this man is responsible for the deaths of millions. This man could have murdered his own mother in cold blood.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:53 pmmd_donighalA line of heatless fire runs along the floor.
The line widens, as if some gap in reality's seams were being temporarily squeezed open.
A shining figure, armored in gold and caped in red, rises out of the glowing hole in the universe.
"Happy N-Day, everybody!" says Divis Mal as he hovers off the floor.
A moment later, the glow fades, revealing undamaged floor. Mal drifts back down into gravity's gentle embrace, his costume reverting to Dr. Primoris' sensible gray suit as he lands.
[OOC: Only here for an hour or two. Get caught up, by all means!]
The line widens, as if some gap in reality's seams were being temporarily squeezed open.
A shining figure, armored in gold and caped in red, rises out of the glowing hole in the universe.
"Happy N-Day, everybody!" says Divis Mal as he hovers off the floor.
A moment later, the glow fades, revealing undamaged floor. Mal drifts back down into gravity's gentle embrace, his costume reverting to Dr. Primoris' sensible gray suit as he lands.
[OOC: Only here for an hour or two. Get caught up, by all means!]
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:54 pmiustus_rex( Pre-Milliways )
It doesn't hurt, though, which is a bit of a surprise. He lowers his arm, opens his eyes, and looks around.
This is not London.
This is not Narnia.
This place also does not match the description he'd heard of the Wood between the Worlds, although perhaps it's closer to that than to either of the others, although he does not yet know this.
Edmund Pevensie looks around Milliways, rather confused.
It doesn't hurt, though, which is a bit of a surprise. He lowers his arm, opens his eyes, and looks around.
This is not London.
This is not Narnia.
This place also does not match the description he'd heard of the Wood between the Worlds, although perhaps it's closer to that than to either of the others, although he does not yet know this.
Edmund Pevensie looks around Milliways, rather confused.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 08:54 pmalways-a-liar.livejournal.comRhalen Lyngar is people-watching in Milliways, and since the mun spent all of his creativity on Asmodean's entrance but doing little else. Come and visit with the professor.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:02 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti comes in from the fresh little garden out the back door, and then gets a drink from Claire.
And then he waits for Gil to finish his shift, or take a break, and turn up so they can go to the wizarding market garden they'd mentioned.
And then he waits for Gil to finish his shift, or take a break, and turn up so they can go to the wizarding market garden they'd mentioned.
Entrance post. Er. Sort of.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:07 pmfiendsoncue.livejournal.comA tall man walks into the bar, then stops, instantly noticing the change in scenery. He is dressed smartly, looking like a reasonably well off person hailing from around the 19th Century. He has the face of an organiser. A somewhat puzzled one, but an organiser nonetheless.
[OOC: And Salzella's gone. As is the Mun. Not to the same place, though.At least I bloody well hope not.]
[OOC: And Salzella's gone. As is the Mun. Not to the same place, though.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:08 pmcassandra-cain.livejournal.comOnce again, Cassandra found herself in the bar. It was still an odd thing, but she was gradually adapting to the fact that whenever she tried to go somewhere, there was the possibility of ending up at Milliways.
She found herself a seat at the farthest bar stool at the bar, not quite backing up into the shadows but not making herself particularly noticable, too. She wasn't very good at the whole socializing thing, after all. Not because she was anti-social, but because she didn't really meet people that much.
Come, venture to draw her out of her little corner.
( Mun will have to leave at 11PM EST, so slowtime is possible. )
She found herself a seat at the farthest bar stool at the bar, not quite backing up into the shadows but not making herself particularly noticable, too. She wasn't very good at the whole socializing thing, after all. Not because she was anti-social, but because she didn't really meet people that much.
Come, venture to draw her out of her little corner.
( Mun will have to leave at 11PM EST, so slowtime is possible. )
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:16 pmihlini-witch.livejournal.comGinevra sits in a booth. With tea.
She is trying to conjure flowers. Not illusions, real flowers. Something is wrong; all that her neat little runes will turn up are yellow primroses.
She is trying to conjure flowers. Not illusions, real flowers. Something is wrong; all that her neat little runes will turn up are yellow primroses.
through the window
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:20 pmninnoc-juniper.livejournal.com[oom: it is time]
a woman with long black hair and piercing golden eyes seems to land on the precipice inside the door. her arms are held out from her sides and her eyes are closed until she opens them with a start. she regains composure quickly and assesses her surroundings...before realizing that she is still naked, although no longer covered in goo. she walks unashamed and approaches the Bar, looking for something to clothe herself with or at least some one to ask where she is.
[ooc: i am exhausted and practically catatonic, but i feel i've lurked long enough. so here goes.]
a woman with long black hair and piercing golden eyes seems to land on the precipice inside the door. her arms are held out from her sides and her eyes are closed until she opens them with a start. she regains composure quickly and assesses her surroundings...before realizing that she is still naked, although no longer covered in goo. she walks unashamed and approaches the Bar, looking for something to clothe herself with or at least some one to ask where she is.
[ooc: i am exhausted and practically catatonic, but i feel i've lurked long enough. so here goes.]
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:20 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comThe front door slams open, and a jackdaw flies in, bearing a note, which the bird leaves on the bar and is gone as quickly as he has come.
( To Death )
The Bar will give her the note when Death comes.
( To Death )
The Bar will give her the note when Death comes.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:22 pmfairest1.livejournal.com*Snow, Bigby, Millie and Wade enter the bar. They grab dinner from Bar and head for the usual booth*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:24 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comCuthbert comes downstairs, gets dinner from the bar, and takes it to the couch by the fire. He seems to have claimed said couch as gunslinger territory.
...Or, y'know, at least Dark Tower territory, seeing as it's Susan's favorite couch as well.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:28 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel. Bar.
Her player is quite ill. Forgive the boring entrance.
Her player is quite ill. Forgive the boring entrance.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:32 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith's at the piano, playing something slow and sad and looking...well, the same, really.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:32 pmwoolonyourface.livejournal.comOOM: She'd lost him.
Now she needed help getting him back. Virginia marched into the bar from outside, her bare knees muddy under her skirt, her face twisted up into a look of misery and looked around the room.
Now she needed help getting him back. Virginia marched into the bar from outside, her bare knees muddy under her skirt, her face twisted up into a look of misery and looked around the room.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:37 pmnotinthefett.livejournal.comWarren's in a booth in a good mood.
Add to or subtract from it as you will.
Add to or subtract from it as you will.
You know what? PIKACHU.
Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:45 pmshockinglycute.livejournal.comThere's a yellow fuzzy thing in the bar, wearing its food dish like a hat, as usual.
It is here to drive away the angst. Or to get food.
One of the two.
It is here to drive away the angst. Or to get food.
One of the two.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:52 pmi-miss-eddie.livejournal.comColumbia walks downstairs and sits at the bar. She has compact she appears to be checking her face. Come and talk.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 09:55 pmhonest-johns.livejournal.comAlain comes down the stairs, and makes his way over to the bar.
Yeah. That's about it.
Yeah. That's about it.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 10:00 pmthe_antiangstAnd Angel's inna bar. At the bar, even.
He's dressed up again, though not quite to Monday's extent - more sensible shoes, for one thing. Funny how you never remember what a pain heels can be until you wear the things again.
He's dressed up again, though not quite to Monday's extent - more sensible shoes, for one thing. Funny how you never remember what a pain heels can be until you wear the things again.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 10:05 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/OOM: More of the nightmare
It's times like this Smeagol really misses being able to go invisible. Still, he's good at hiding in the shadows - though he was much better at it a few months ago.
He watches fearfully for Ron, quietly orders dinner at the bar, and creeps back to the stairs with his food.
His eyes are red, and his movements are jerky and sharp. He's jumpy today.
It's times like this Smeagol really misses being able to go invisible. Still, he's good at hiding in the shadows - though he was much better at it a few months ago.
He watches fearfully for Ron, quietly orders dinner at the bar, and creeps back to the stairs with his food.
His eyes are red, and his movements are jerky and sharp. He's jumpy today.
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 10:11 pmedwardishungry.livejournal.com*Ed walks slowly downstairs and looks around the bar. Then she goes over to a table and sits. Oh yeah, she's balancing a computer on her head.*
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Mar. 23rd, 2005 11:07 pmnot-like-lilly.livejournal.com*Petunia enters the bar, glancing around before heading for an out-of-the-way table*
