Apr. 18th, 2005
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Apr. 18th, 2005 12:39 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
key-youth-bert.livejournal.comCuthbert is sitting on the couch by the fire, staring straight ahead, into the flames. One leg drawn up, arm around it, chin resting on his knee. It's not quite a curled-up position, but probably as close as a gunslinger usually gets to curling up.
[ooc: mun is working and probably only around for another hour or so, so warning of slow replies and/or slowtime]
[ooc: mun is working and probably only around for another hour or so, so warning of slow replies and/or slowtime]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 12:46 amanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy wanders in for more tea, and glances around the bar. (She still has three breasts, but at least the third one isn't singing anymore.)
[Summary: Anthy and Clarice talk about shoes, by which I mean the love of cannibals. Later, Anthy, Meg, Ron, Xander, Del, Marjory, Socko, and the singing breast Del gave Anthy are in the same room together. That should tell you all you need to know. Slowtimed.]
[Summary: Anthy and Clarice talk about shoes, by which I mean the love of cannibals. Later, Anthy, Meg, Ron, Xander, Del, Marjory, Socko, and the singing breast Del gave Anthy are in the same room together. That should tell you all you need to know. Slowtimed.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 01:58 amt3h-kyp.livejournal.comKyp isn't going to make a habit of this. Visiting the bar. Nope. After all, he wouldn't like to get stuck, would he?
Well, it would give him an excuse to be away from the Academy longer than usual...
Which is why he's here now. To escape. Not to get stuck. Because it honestly had absolutely nothing to do with him, Kirana Ti's room code being programmed to change every ten minutes. No, really, it didn't. He's not very good at that sort of thing. He blames Dorsk 82. Unfortunately, Kirana Ti blames him.
So he's at the bar. On a "mission". A "mission" that involves sitting in a booth with a cup of hot chocolate. Yum. Say hi?
Well, it would give him an excuse to be away from the Academy longer than usual...
Which is why he's here now. To escape. Not to get stuck. Because it honestly had absolutely nothing to do with him, Kirana Ti's room code being programmed to change every ten minutes. No, really, it didn't. He's not very good at that sort of thing. He blames Dorsk 82. Unfortunately, Kirana Ti blames him.
So he's at the bar. On a "mission". A "mission" that involves sitting in a booth with a cup of hot chocolate. Yum. Say hi?
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:52 amb-hawkins.livejournal.comBen came downstairs and moved to the bar to gather some food and drink, then moved to an empty table and begun to eat his meal.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 08:59 amnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce stumbles downstairs, rubbing her eyes blearily. She may be many things, but she'll never be a morning person. Cocoa. She needs cocoa. In large amounts, and hot. Yes.
To accomplish this noble mission, she wanders over to the Bar to ask for some. And maybe something healthy-ish on the side, to appease Bar's sense of good eating.
(ooc:Time for lab, so must run off and be scholarly for a few hours. Will be Back!)
To accomplish this noble mission, she wanders over to the Bar to ask for some. And maybe something healthy-ish on the side, to appease Bar's sense of good eating.
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Breakfast at Milliways
Apr. 18th, 2005 09:00 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard's bartending.
"What'll it be?"
{ooc: sorry, need to call slowtime, back later.}
"What'll it be?"
{ooc: sorry, need to call slowtime, back later.}
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gone_byebyeIt's morning, and Ray is awake, and he had a really good time yesterday, and so he's only asking for the ordinary coffee instead of the special kind that's been bred from high-kick beans and exposed to ionizing radiation.
But he's still wearing the Incredible Hulk slippers when he sits down and starts sketching out what would appear to be electronic schematics on a fresh new roll of butcher paper.
But he's still wearing the Incredible Hulk slippers when he sits down and starts sketching out what would appear to be electronic schematics on a fresh new roll of butcher paper.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:15 amsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comHaving come in with Richard this morning, Claire goes upstairs to deposit her extra baggage and then brings Seth back downstairs for some breakfast. She looks tired, but it's early, so maybe no one will put too much stock in it. She can be found sitting by the fire in her usual spot, sipping tea and eating a waffle. At some point the waffle will probably turn into a peanut butter sandwich and then later might be a plate of pasta and a salad.
That is to say, she's probably going to be down in the bar all day.
[[ooc: Gotta run now. Be back in a few hours or so, if not before.]]
That is to say, she's probably going to be down in the bar all day.
[[ooc: Gotta run now. Be back in a few hours or so, if not before.]]
sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.comOne might think he spent the whole night there, drinking.
Another might point out that he made regular trips to the little man's room.
Even another could mention he also ate, and chattered with the bar a lot.
Finally, anyone who watched for more than two hours, could tell that he pays in gold coins.
Right now, Sabin seems satisfied, cleanly washed, and still speaking to Bar. He is in a good mood, having found a good listener.
(and works calls. will BB Later!)
Another might point out that he made regular trips to the little man's room.
Even another could mention he also ate, and chattered with the bar a lot.
Finally, anyone who watched for more than two hours, could tell that he pays in gold coins.
Right now, Sabin seems satisfied, cleanly washed, and still speaking to Bar. He is in a good mood, having found a good listener.
(and works calls. will BB Later!)
infelix-dido.livejournal.com[OOM: How it all Began]
[OOM: Leaving the Underworld]
[OOM: The Island]
[OOM: Meeting with Hades and News of Aeneas
Mostly just background things before she entered the bar at all.
[OOM: Leaving the Underworld]
[OOM: The Island]
[OOM: Meeting with Hades and News of Aeneas
Mostly just background things before she entered the bar at all.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 10:18 amcomma-sticks.livejournal.comShannon comes downstairs, gets herself a coffee, and finds herself a seat at an empty table.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 12:05 pmlvpd_sidleThere is a Sara in the bar. She's singing to herself. Come tell her to shut up, if it's warranted. Or come by to talk.
When in the spring time of the year,
When the trees are crowned with leaves.
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
are dressed in ribbons fair...
When in the spring time of the year,
When the trees are crowned with leaves.
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
are dressed in ribbons fair...
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Apr. 18th, 2005 12:14 pmlord-of-dreams.livejournal.comOoM in the Dreaming. Milliways Dreaming, not Daniel's Dreaming. This character is getting harder and harder to explain...
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Apr. 18th, 2005 12:28 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*A happy former bandaid comes out of the kitchen and sits at the bar. She has a book but mostly she's people-watching.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 01:39 pmsgt-rock.livejournal.comThe problem with being a troll sometimes is that it is all too easy to fall asleep somewhere warm and forget to wake up for a while. Out in back of the bar, Detritus cracks an eye open, blinking blearily at the landscape around him. It takes him a moment to realise that his cooling helmet fell off; he sighs, picks it up, dusts it off, and puts it back on. It makes a few unpleasant sandy noises as it starts up.
Once it's cooled off a bit and his brain is working properly again, he stumps into the bar from the back, yawning.
Once it's cooled off a bit and his brain is working properly again, he stumps into the bar from the back, yawning.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 01:56 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comSharpe, having apologised to the Bar for yesterday's misunderstanding and been told how to get a room key by Alanna, comes downstairs from his new room in the clean clothes the Bar gave him. His other clothes, sword and rifle are still upstairs, as he's apparently decided to stay a day or two.
He heads for the Bar and asks for a fry-up, also having a quiet word with her about giving Aziraphael a new shirt when he next comes in. He pays up-front, this time.
He heads for the Bar and asks for a fry-up, also having a quiet word with her about giving Aziraphael a new shirt when he next comes in. He pays up-front, this time.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 02:08 pmshockinglycute.livejournal.comThere was a bar
At the end of the Universe
The prettiest little bar
That you ever did see...
And in that bar
There was a yellow thing
The prettiest little yellow thing
That you ever did see.
Yellow thing in the bar and the bar in the Universe.
And the stars explode all around, all around, and the stars explode all around.
At the end of the Universe
The prettiest little bar
That you ever did see...
And in that bar
There was a yellow thing
The prettiest little yellow thing
That you ever did see.
Yellow thing in the bar and the bar in the Universe.
And the stars explode all around, all around, and the stars explode all around.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 02:21 pmabotticellilady.livejournal.com[ooc: Pre-Milliways]
Bianca walks into the bar, this time wearing shoes. She also looks a trifle disappointed behind her normal calm and demure expression.
Bianca walks into the bar, this time wearing shoes. She also looks a trifle disappointed behind her normal calm and demure expression.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 02:52 pmohjeffrey.livejournal.com[JEFF looks about, still a little unaware and disoriented, then sits at the bar and orders a pint.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 02:56 pmscourgeofpiracy.livejournal.comNorrington walks into the bar and looks around, not unhappy to be there. He considers going out to see Kiseki, but gets a pot of tea from the bar first, since Susan isn't downstairs.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 03:03 pmhalf-giant.livejournal.comHagrid's got his wand back! But he doesn't have it with him in the bar - don't worry. Wouldn't want any accidents, after all. Feel free to distract him and keep him from spending all his time in his room practicing spells from his new books!
[ooc: Mun is multitasking again, but will try to keep up.]
[ooc: Mun is multitasking again, but will try to keep up.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 03:28 pmnotinthefett.livejournal.comWarren comes in through the front door looking harassed and takes the nearest seat by force. Luckily no one is sitting in it.
He's just spent the better part of the day trying to wrangle meetings with potential employers, re-open his bank accounts, and not actually explain where he's been for the past three years. He has, in that time, held no job; attended no school. He has neither medical, nor credit history. No one is amused. They suspect jail, except there's no history of that either.
Frustrating hours later, and Warren now has a shaky, crappy line of credit, and a few interviews with a few evil corporations: the New York branch of Wolfram and Hart, Fox Broadcasting's Corporate Offices, and, of course Bloomberg.
Someone deserves a sandwich.
He's just spent the better part of the day trying to wrangle meetings with potential employers, re-open his bank accounts, and not actually explain where he's been for the past three years. He has, in that time, held no job; attended no school. He has neither medical, nor credit history. No one is amused. They suspect jail, except there's no history of that either.
Frustrating hours later, and Warren now has a shaky, crappy line of credit, and a few interviews with a few evil corporations: the New York branch of Wolfram and Hart, Fox Broadcasting's Corporate Offices, and, of course Bloomberg.
Someone deserves a sandwich.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 03:36 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam comes into the bar with Megan. They immediately see Claire and Seth by the fire and head over to join them, Megan all but dragging Liam along in her enthusiasm.
nita_callahanNita didn't dream last night -- too exhausted -- and for that she's grateful, but she's still tired this morning. Not to mention hungry.
So now she's curled in a booth in her comfort-outfit of sweatpants and baggy T-shirt, and not really eating a salad. Her sad, thoughtful gaze is fixed somewhere in the middle distance. She's not staring at you. Really. But if you're paranoid, it might look that way.
So now she's curled in a booth in her comfort-outfit of sweatpants and baggy T-shirt, and not really eating a salad. Her sad, thoughtful gaze is fixed somewhere in the middle distance. She's not staring at you. Really. But if you're paranoid, it might look that way.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 04:13 pmpirate_jack*At Milliways for two days in a row-- Jack's in a mood, all right, and it's a dangerously wicked one.
He strolls in, humming a new song, and heads to the bar.*
He strolls in, humming a new song, and heads to the bar.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 04:44 pmwine-women-song.livejournal.comDionysus walks in through the front door, a cloak around his shoulders. He brushes the snow off of his shoulders, a cold gust briefly blowing in behind him before he closes the door, taking off the cloak and hanging it next to the door. He walks over behind the bar and picks up a bar rag, giving the Bar a wipe down.
"Heya. Sorry I haven't been around much."
The Bar produces a lemon in reply.
Chuckling, Dionysus picks it up. "I know, I know."
He cuts the lemon in quarters on a cutting board, and placing the knife back behind the bar, pours the ingredients of a fruity drink into a snifter, shakes, and then pours into a highball glass, topping it with something from his own personal silver flask, then puts the lemon slice on the rim of the glass, setting it down on the bar.
"Drink that up, hun. I promise I won't be gone for so long again."
Some of the drink in the glass slowly drains, and a small bowl of candy appears on the bar.
Grinning, Dionysus looks out to the crowd.
"Announcing Late Happy Hour at Milliways!
Tonight's menu is basic fare, desserts, with a speciality key lime pie.
Drink specials are anything with lemon in it!"
He leans against the bar, a coy smile on his face.
"Your orders?"
"Heya. Sorry I haven't been around much."
The Bar produces a lemon in reply.
Chuckling, Dionysus picks it up. "I know, I know."
He cuts the lemon in quarters on a cutting board, and placing the knife back behind the bar, pours the ingredients of a fruity drink into a snifter, shakes, and then pours into a highball glass, topping it with something from his own personal silver flask, then puts the lemon slice on the rim of the glass, setting it down on the bar.
"Drink that up, hun. I promise I won't be gone for so long again."
Some of the drink in the glass slowly drains, and a small bowl of candy appears on the bar.
Grinning, Dionysus looks out to the crowd.
"Announcing Late Happy Hour at Milliways!
Tonight's menu is basic fare, desserts, with a speciality key lime pie.
Drink specials are anything with lemon in it!"
He leans against the bar, a coy smile on his face.
"Your orders?"
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Apr. 18th, 2005 04:58 pmfriggin-gift.livejournal.com[ooc: Following Sawyer]
Boone enters the door and finds himself standing in the doorway of a....bar?
"What the..."
He sees Saywer, but is a unable to move for all the shocked staring he is doing.
Boone enters the door and finds himself standing in the doorway of a....bar?
"What the..."
He sees Saywer, but is a unable to move for all the shocked staring he is doing.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 06:01 pmslayer_frayMelaka's at a table, combat boots up on the table, and a relaxed grin on her face.
At least someone's not worried about upcoming doom.
At least someone's not worried about upcoming doom.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 06:11 pmdeadirishdemon.livejournal.comDead drunk Irish half-demon inna bar.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 06:20 pmprettyhelen.livejournal.comHelen is in the bar! Melina is with her. Helen's all dressed in springy clothes and looks cheerful...yet bored. Come pester her!
someonesdogTwo things may or may not be noticeable about the person who enters the bar.
The first is her good looks, her mane of ash-blonde hair, and her ample figure, revealing herself to be a young woman.
The second is a combination of her attire: brass chest plate and helmet, chainmail shirt leather skirt and boots, , sword at one side, a pair of white paddles tucking into her belt at the other; and her walk, a gentle, steady footswing that could be kept up forever, and can be only be called proceeding. She is also a watchman.
However, the second she walsk in, she stops, mid-proceed, one foot up, and glances around, alert and wary.
Sergeant Delphine Angua von Uberwald has entered the bar.
The first is her good looks, her mane of ash-blonde hair, and her ample figure, revealing herself to be a young woman.
The second is a combination of her attire: brass chest plate and helmet, chainmail shirt leather skirt and boots, , sword at one side, a pair of white paddles tucking into her belt at the other; and her walk, a gentle, steady footswing that could be kept up forever, and can be only be called proceeding. She is also a watchman.
However, the second she walsk in, she stops, mid-proceed, one foot up, and glances around, alert and wary.
Sergeant Delphine Angua von Uberwald has entered the bar.
renegade-enzo.livejournal.comOnly a quarter-second had passed in Mainframe since Megabyte's defeat, and already the inhabitants were being made ready for possible invasion from yet another virus. A supervirus named Daemon.
Already she had taken control of the Guardians, infecting them and having them carry out her orders; one of which was to search for the last remaining uninfected Guardian: Bob.
And that meant that Mainframe had been on high alert almost since the User had restored Mainframe and everyone in it that hadn't been nullified.
Daemon could make her move at any time, and everyone needed to be ready.
Of course, some people are just a little too ready.
Like Enzo, who'd been advised to take some downtime and relax. For several nanoseconds while the others worked on reenforcing the system and keeping watch for Daemon's forces should they try to enter the system.
And with a little more persuasion from AndrAIa, Enzo reluctantly made his way to Dot's Diner.
Only to find a different layout, and no Cecil or binomes to be seen.
"Where am I? What is this place?" he asks as he gives the bar a looking-over. "Am I still in Mainframe?"
Already she had taken control of the Guardians, infecting them and having them carry out her orders; one of which was to search for the last remaining uninfected Guardian: Bob.
And that meant that Mainframe had been on high alert almost since the User had restored Mainframe and everyone in it that hadn't been nullified.
Daemon could make her move at any time, and everyone needed to be ready.
Of course, some people are just a little too ready.
Like Enzo, who'd been advised to take some downtime and relax. For several nanoseconds while the others worked on reenforcing the system and keeping watch for Daemon's forces should they try to enter the system.
And with a little more persuasion from AndrAIa, Enzo reluctantly made his way to Dot's Diner.
Only to find a different layout, and no Cecil or binomes to be seen.
"Where am I? What is this place?" he asks as he gives the bar a looking-over. "Am I still in Mainframe?"
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:04 pmshelley_wintersA zombie walks into the bar.
Okay, she's very presentable for a member of the undead, but still. The skimpy goth-wear has been toned down somewhat since her last appearance, but she still looks like someone lost from an angst-band concert.
Shelley's expression is pensive, but she looks somewhat happier when she notices where she is. She makes her way to the bar to get something to drink.
[OOC: Mun is off to sleep. Shelley is still around for continuity's sake, however.]
Okay, she's very presentable for a member of the undead, but still. The skimpy goth-wear has been toned down somewhat since her last appearance, but she still looks like someone lost from an angst-band concert.
Shelley's expression is pensive, but she looks somewhat happier when she notices where she is. She makes her way to the bar to get something to drink.
[OOC: Mun is off to sleep. Shelley is still around for continuity's sake, however.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:14 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/A flash of light, and Q's in the bar, leaning nonchalantly back in a chair at a table, feet up.
Summary: He snarks with Clarice and brings Chilton into the bar. Then he snarks some more and pushes them around before sending both the kiddies to bed. He also talks to KARR some, marginally politely.
Summary: He snarks with Clarice and brings Chilton into the bar. Then he snarks some more and pushes them around before sending both the kiddies to bed. He also talks to KARR some, marginally politely.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:16 pmsmallestopener*Ingress leaps into the bar. She is in tutu and sword tonight. And she wants a milkshake - yum!*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:24 pmcall-me-ree.livejournal.comAn attractive, fiftyish woman in blue jeans and warm-toned cashmere sweater enters Milliways, shuffling two large bags, one small one, and a couple of shoe boxes. Plus a purse. As a result, she doesn't notice at first that she's not quite where she expected.
When she does, she doesn't look shocked so much as pleasantly surprised. With a brilliant smile, she sets her shopping down at a table and crosses to the bar. She lays a smooth and manicured hand on it gently. "May I have a Cosmopolitan, dear? Even if it is the middle of the day."
"Oh, thank you so very much." Ree smiles again, and leans against Bar for a moment, taking in the strangeness and wonder of Milliways.
When she does, she doesn't look shocked so much as pleasantly surprised. With a brilliant smile, she sets her shopping down at a table and crosses to the bar. She lays a smooth and manicured hand on it gently. "May I have a Cosmopolitan, dear? Even if it is the middle of the day."
"Oh, thank you so very much." Ree smiles again, and leans against Bar for a moment, taking in the strangeness and wonder of Milliways.
anthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy wanders in, wearing a bulky sweatershirt, and carries her tea to a corner table.
milliways_sawyerSawyer walks down the stairs reading a tattered copy of some trashy Harlequinn romance novel he brought with him from the island.
Hey, reading supplies are short there, and you take what you can get.
He makes his way over to a booth and, after readjusting his glasses, continues reading.
Hey, reading supplies are short there, and you take what you can get.
He makes his way over to a booth and, after readjusting his glasses, continues reading.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:37 pmdrawn-thatway.livejournal.comHaving gone through her room and finding it completely satisfactory, Jessica Rabbit sashays through the bar, humming her signature song.
gris_bug_manGrissom enters the bar. He is carrying multiple first aid kits with him. Setting them on top of the bar, he requests that they be sent to Sara Sidle.
Attached is a note that reads simply, Take care of yourself, and come back safe. It is a remarkable improvement over "From Grissom."
Errand completed, he turns to walk out the door.
But the door is not there.
"What the hell?"
Attached is a note that reads simply, Take care of yourself, and come back safe. It is a remarkable improvement over "From Grissom."
Errand completed, he turns to walk out the door.
But the door is not there.
"What the hell?"
One last look before she goes
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:40 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comTahiri's in the bar for one last quick look around before she heads back to her particular end of the universe for her datapad and other necessities. Then it'll be back to Milliways for an extended stay... which she still doesn't know how to pay for, but Anakin told her not to worry about it so she won't. except she will, but she figures she can find a job doing something or other.
She's also looking for Jaina- somewhere in the confusion of her arrival, she realized that she didn't know if Jaina knew about Anakin yet.
She finds the other girl still working on her datapad in a nearby booth and after a bit of a chat, Tahiri exits the bar.
She's also looking for Jaina- somewhere in the confusion of her arrival, she realized that she didn't know if Jaina knew about Anakin yet.
She finds the other girl still working on her datapad in a nearby booth and after a bit of a chat, Tahiri exits the bar.
Entrance Post
Apr. 18th, 2005 07:44 pmhighflyin-scott.livejournal.comNathan opens the door to the bar with a wave. "Yeah I'll see ya." The boy, for he is indeed a teenager, is dressed in jeans, a school letter jacket, blue and white. TH are the letters upon it. He turns, expecting his apartment. Instead...he sees a bar. "Oh hell yeah..." And he grins. But wait, why was his apartment a bar? He was dreaming. But hell, this was a nice dream right. Go inside your apartment...and have a bar. He walks up to the bar itself and takes a seat. Time to get drunk.
always-a-liar.livejournal.comA beautiful young man is sitting at a table drinking a glass of ice water. He is casually people-watching.
prototype-karr.livejournal.comThe door leading to the lake swings open and KARR drives in, his scanner flicking at a steady, normal pace. Unlike the last few days, today he doesn't seem to be on edge and alert for something. Idly, he begis to prowl once again. What else is a bored car to do when he can't find anyone to torment talk to outside?
jedipilot.livejournal.comJaina's downstairs, at the same booth she was at yesterday, working on repairing her datapad. She's feeling slightly frustrated that she can't get it to work. Maybe a distraction would be good for her.
forsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean is sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. His head is leaned back and a look of pain on his face. His harp is in his lap and he is lightly playing. He is singing an extremely soft melody through clenched teeth.
[OOC: I should be using his depressed icon, but I wanted to show off his new one. All glory and honor be to Cally-mun for finding the pic on her endless search for beautiful men on the internet.]
[OOC: I should be using his depressed icon, but I wanted to show off his new one. All glory and honor be to Cally-mun for finding the pic on her endless search for beautiful men on the internet.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 07:58 pmscienceliz.livejournal.comHey look, Liz is in the bar. And without her journal for a change!
skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSvava, at a table. The Valkyrie is doing her best to wrap a length of ribbon around a dream crystal, so it can be worn as a necklace. Its not working, and she's getting frusterated at the two items that are not co-operating.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 08:33 pmleplusbeau*Fleur is at the bar, smoking, drinking, and looking pretty. She knows nothing of d0000000000m and girlfriends. Her vigilance is not constant. ...she would have been a crappy Auror anyway.*
Not the fletcher's shop.
Apr. 18th, 2005 08:35 pmwill-scarlet.livejournal.comWilliam Scatlocke, more commonly known as Will Scarlet, was whistling when he walked into the bar. He has a quiver of arrows slung across his back, and a longbow in one hand. He is fairly short (but was average for his time), dark-eyed and scruffy. The hood he is wearing, like any sensible woodsman, is green.
He abruptly stops walking - and whistling - when the sight before him registers. This definitely isn't the fletcher's.
In fact, it's like no place he's seen before. Considering all of the places he's seen are confined to Nottinghamshire in twelfth century England, that isn't strange. He sees the bar and looks relieved to find something recognizable. Spirits are all-pervading, he reckons. Will moves tentatively closer to the bar, glancing around him with curiosity as he goes.
He abruptly stops walking - and whistling - when the sight before him registers. This definitely isn't the fletcher's.
In fact, it's like no place he's seen before. Considering all of the places he's seen are confined to Nottinghamshire in twelfth century England, that isn't strange. He sees the bar and looks relieved to find something recognizable. Spirits are all-pervading, he reckons. Will moves tentatively closer to the bar, glancing around him with curiosity as he goes.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 08:43 pmyoung_tmriddle*Tom follows Ingress into the bar. Once he's sure she's fine, he gets a drink and settles into a chair by the fire. It was a cold afternoon in London Below, despite the fact that spring is supposed to be coming.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 08:55 pmthe_lioness*There's a lady knight sitting in a corner booth surveying the room with a pleased smile. Until just recently, she had been drinking rum with Jack and Ash at the bar.
It's not entirely clear how she made it across the room.
Oh dear.*
It's not entirely clear how she made it across the room.
Oh dear.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:01 pmballetrat*Meg heads into the bar from out back, where she's been practicing, and sits down at a table to clean her gun.
Endorphins are really almost as good as alcohol.*
Endorphins are really almost as good as alcohol.*
prince-arithon.livejournal.comArithon is in the bar with the following: paper, a pen, an inkwell, and a plan. Or perhaps a Plan. He's alternating looking around for Alanna with scribbling additional notes to himself. Lots of additional notes. He'd really rather not go through what he went through last time he tried this here.
honest-johns.livejournal.comAlain comes down the stairs, and heads for the bar to acquire dinner.
Coffee and a chicken popkin -- that's a sandwich, to most of the modern worlds -- and french fries on the side. Instead of carrying his food over to the fireplace, tonight, he takes a seat on a barstool and tucks in.
Coffee and a chicken popkin -- that's a sandwich, to most of the modern worlds -- and french fries on the side. Instead of carrying his food over to the fireplace, tonight, he takes a seat on a barstool and tucks in.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:12 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard's at the usual table. He's not in the mood to tend bar. Come say hi if you like.*
lord-of-dreams.livejournal.comThe air ripples, as though a desert mirage were forming in the press and hustle of the bar. It does not clear so much as condense, and where light was bent in strange and uncomfortable ways there is, instead, Dream of the Endless.
Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, to be slightly more specific. One snow pale hand rests lightly on Bar for just a moment, then he leans back into a throne which was not there a moment ago, and changes with each blink of each patron in the bar.
He seems, if not cheerful, content at least. For Morpheus, as many (we're thinking Andrew and Mike) could say, this is close enough.
Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, to be slightly more specific. One snow pale hand rests lightly on Bar for just a moment, then he leans back into a throne which was not there a moment ago, and changes with each blink of each patron in the bar.
He seems, if not cheerful, content at least. For Morpheus, as many (we're thinking Andrew and Mike) could say, this is close enough.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:18 pmmogget_cat*Yrael sits at the bar, sipping an Atomic Cat and smiling to himself. His violin lies on the bar beside him.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:22 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comIn the morning...
Girl talk...
A nap and a disturbing dream...
Elaine comes downstairs after her nap and a strange dream. She's still tired and still feeling somewhat shaky.
Lose this world too...I could lose this world too...
Elaine has the book of Donne's poetry open, but isn't really reading it. Every so often, she looks up from the page and stares at the destruction of the Universe.
She's pale and tired-looking, and she's got a barely touched bowl of stew in front of her...but she's on her second beer already.
Not tipsy or drunk. Just serene.
Girl talk...
A nap and a disturbing dream...
Elaine comes downstairs after her nap and a strange dream. She's still tired and still feeling somewhat shaky.
Lose this world too...I could lose this world too...
Elaine has the book of Donne's poetry open, but isn't really reading it. Every so often, she looks up from the page and stares at the destruction of the Universe.
She's pale and tired-looking, and she's got a barely touched bowl of stew in front of her...but she's on her second beer already.
Not tipsy or drunk. Just serene.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 09:45 pmfirstwizard.livejournal.comZedd and Lady Death walk down into the bar from upstairs. Both of them are smiling as they come to a stop by the bar.
mnt_raph*Raph comes in from the Lake. He's carrying a note book with errant pages sort of sticking out all over. He gets a Gatorade at the bar and heads towards a table.
He...he might actually look focused.
The ambient temperature of Hell just decreased by a few degrees.*
He...he might actually look focused.
The ambient temperature of Hell just decreased by a few degrees.*
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Apr. 18th, 2005 10:12 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy's in the bar. With a big ginger cat, which is sitting on a bar stool next to him licking its paws.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 10:15 pmfriggin-gift.livejournal.comBoone, finished with his interesting conversations, asks the bar for a room key and it gives him room 47. He doesn't ask questions, but does notice his tab go up. He trudges upstairs to his room for his first night on a real bed in what feels like forever.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 10:43 pmblue_ajah*In an empty space near the bar, the air parts, and Moiraine steps from the Dreaming into Milliways. The Aes Sedai looks serenely composed; very carefully so, in fact.*
[OOC for Millichannel: Moiraine talks with a cautious Tony and an apologetic Zedd, and then has an explicitly skewed conversation with a helpful Delirium, who gives her presents. After that, she discusses several matters with Dream.]
[OOC for Millichannel: Moiraine talks with a cautious Tony and an apologetic Zedd, and then has an explicitly skewed conversation with a helpful Delirium, who gives her presents. After that, she discusses several matters with Dream.]
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Apr. 18th, 2005 10:58 pmmediocresaint.livejournal.comSalieri is the the bar, with a cup of tea, and a big sheaf of paperwork. He looks... busy, but the sort of busy where anby distraction will be leaped upon with big pointy teeth. Or, erm, enthusiasm. Teeth are only if you want them.
His mun writing an essay. Pity them both!
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Apr. 18th, 2005 11:00 pmnot-a-horse.livejournal.comMegwyn oddly, finds it easier to be a Companion in the bar than a human, even in spite of the communication difficilties. Which is why a large white not'horse enters from the House of Arch and settles herself on the floor.
Ingress has a tutu! She and River dance.
Apr. 18th, 2005 11:07 pmriver_meimeiRiver enters. She looks unusually focused, and scans the room as if in search of something specific.
A moment later, she spots Simon, and nods once, as if to herself. She slips through the crowds, working her way across the room towards him.
A moment later, she spots Simon, and nods once, as if to herself. She slips through the crowds, working her way across the room towards him.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 11:09 pmlastgunslingerRoland found a mystery copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer in his room. He's reading it now at a corner table, smoking a cigarette. He's got coffee, and a bowl of hazelnuts.
Doesn't seem terribly cheerful, though.
Then again, it's Roland. We shouldn't be surprised by this at this point in the game.
Doesn't seem terribly cheerful, though.
Then again, it's Roland. We shouldn't be surprised by this at this point in the game.
prone-to-panic.livejournal.com((This all started ages ago, last Wednesday actually here when Archie goes to join Alanna ans Svava's sparring. Things get woeful and he goes to his room. Svava follows. And there was much slowtiming.))
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Apr. 18th, 2005 11:26 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comWay in a corner of the bar, almost hidden by a pile of books is a lump of blankets. It would seem that Valentine has hidden herself in a booth after a day of cleaning off tables and generally being useful. She seems to be taking notes on something, actualyl studying for once.
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Apr. 18th, 2005 11:55 pmall-three-wskrs.livejournal.comThere was a bar in front of him.
"What the hell?"
If anything, Miguel Ortiz looked exhausted and more than a little battered. And he was extremely confused. He was in a war just a few seconds ago. The last thing he remembered was enemy fire coming right toward him. And this certainly wasn't the medical bay of the seaQuest.
So, he thought, that meant he had to be dead. Being dead did not explain why he was in a bar. Or why he wasn't... quite dead. Or why he didn't feel dead, anyway.
"What the hell?"
If anything, Miguel Ortiz looked exhausted and more than a little battered. And he was extremely confused. He was in a war just a few seconds ago. The last thing he remembered was enemy fire coming right toward him. And this certainly wasn't the medical bay of the seaQuest.
So, he thought, that meant he had to be dead. Being dead did not explain why he was in a bar. Or why he wasn't... quite dead. Or why he didn't feel dead, anyway.
iwasalevel6.livejournal.comAt last, an entry post!
Tony finds a seat by the fireplace and stares thoughtfully into it.
Tony finds a seat by the fireplace and stares thoughtfully into it.
