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[velma-dinkley.livejournal.com]

velmas feeling alot better. she's nolonger tipsy thanks the handy glasses of water the bar supplied her with. But she's still abit confused. ahhhh bless.

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

OOM: Wolf is in the woods.

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[gramarye1971]

*After a rather unobtrusive entrance, Merriman has quietly settled into a table near the bar, with a glass of cognac to hand and a sheaf of papers currently undergoing the editing process. The Times crossword has been set aside for now, placed on top of his briefcase and waiting patiently for a suitable break in the editing.*

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[smallestopener]

OOM: Ingress has more info on Mr. Julia

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[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice is descending the stairs. Her hair is tied back, and yes, she is in a tutu. Give Q a round of applause for that one.

Actually, she makes a pretty ballerina. She's wasted on the silly FBI.

She does not look pleased-- but that's mainly because in addition to the rest of her clothes, her shoes have also vanished, and she has been forced to come downstairs barefoot.



Summary: Clarice meets Hel and tries to convince her that she doesn't hate her. Also, she and Anthy discuss the Meaning of Life Shoes, employ the Socratic method, and hose down a sheep.

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

[OOM: With the battle coming up shortly, Ron prays.]

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[a-black-sheep.livejournal.com]

*followed closely by her husband, Andromeda Tonks Enters The Bar.

Yes, it requires capitals.

A brief scan of the room, and they head over towards their daughter*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliway's]

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[someonesdog]

Angua is once again surprised when she pushes open the door - to Mrs Cake's house this time - and finds herself in Milliways. After taking a second to scan the bar warily, she proceeds over to the Bar, where she sits, remvoing her helmet, and orders a vegetarian curry and a beer.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in with a sleepy bundle of vampire in his arms. He sets Amadeo down on his cot, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Every good war preparation involves a masochistically large fried breakfast. Therefore, it's of no surprise that Indy's at the bar, tucking into a monstrous plate of bacon, piles of scrambled eggs, and unhealthy amounts of fried potatoes and sausage. There's plenty of toast and coffee on the side as well.

He attacks it all in earnest, so focused on what could potentially be his last meal that he doesn't seem to notice the package that materializes beside him.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

From the House of Arch painting comes a surprisingly nice-looking Valentine. For once, she doesn't look dishevelled, or tired, or out of it in any way. She simply looks like a waitress who is now on duty. She grabs her usual mug, and takes a seat at the bar, with a book. Perhaps it's fun to take an afternoon shift or two. More peaceful.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. Two sets of body armor are next to her in the booth, and she is armed to the teeth with guns and grenades.

Despite that, she's smiling.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

War today. Faith's in the bar, on a couch, waiting. There's a sword strapped to her back, a crossbow on her hip, and...well, one knife that's visible, strapped to her thigh, but there's no telling, really.

All things considered, she's surprisingly calm. Come talk to her!

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is glouing. Not radioactive, or light spectrum, but the glou of someone uho had a good night last night. As such, he's kicking back at a table, sipping his tea and munching on a donut. Who cares about calories,before sucha big fight? Come, join him.*

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[garcon-dor.livejournal.com]

Galahad sits at a table with a glass of water, playing with it idly. He looks to be at a bit of a loss as to how one amuses oneself without a book, but he's slowly discovering the joys of people-watching.

He doesn't look depressed, or upset, or even wary. Must be a good day.

Box for delivery to Lorelai

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After talking to Faith, Indy plods upstairs to his suite.

He returns some time later carrying a cardboard box with a gnarled length of wood poking out of the top. He sets it on the bar, and asks for it to be delivered to Rory next time she comes in.

The box fades away with an agonizing languor... but it's eventually gone, leaving Indy gazing blankly at the counter top. Eventually he lets out a sigh, gives the bar a nod and heads back to his room.

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen is in the bar. However, her constant sidekick is conspicuously absent. Helen herself looks a bit lonely, and is trying to comfort herself with tea. She has her tray! Come bother the waitress!

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

From upstairs comes Max Evans, wearing long jeans as possibly to hide the fact that he's barefoot. Again.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Blaise came downstairs, completely ignoring a certain booth. He goes out the door heading outside.

Shortly after, he comes back inside, carrying a stick. He goes up to the bar.

"You wouldn't happen to be able to give me an advanced charms book to look at, would you?"

There is a pause, then a book appears on the countertop. Thanking Bar, he picks it up and goes to a booth that's away from other people. Soon he's waving the stick around while reading the book, a slight frown on his face.

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel enters the bar. Apparently there is another alien invasion going on. Hide!!!! Wait, these are nice aliens, at least most of the time. Isabel is betrayed, that is to say she has her tray. Because waitress.

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

And the vines covering Ophelia's booth retreat, and there she is sitting, looking...

Morose is probably the best word. Morose but determined.

no longer hiding

[landofblacksand.livejournal.com]

Mozenrath, after a long period of staying hidden to himself wanders to a better lit booth, wars are always the perfect time to be more visible. Especially when there is so much intrigue. Xerxes floats lazily about his shoulders as Mozenrath sips on his usual glass of wine, watching.

Mmmmbloodinthewater.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

The Triplets are now down in the Bar in their Giant Tub (BWAHAHAHAHAHA!).
In their Tub, they have many many many sharp shiny pointy things. Also in Tub are blunt things with which to hurt other things if the need arises. Lastly, they have various jars and jugs of potions and not quite potions. They do not have animals in Tub. Animals have been fed and watered and are upstairs in Room 1031.

[ooc: *hates on tags*]

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He'd promised he'd be here, so he is.

For a little while.

Won't make any promises about being pleasant, though. Either in conversation, or appearance.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael sits at his harpsichord, playing a simple evocative melody. After a while, almost idly, he begins to sing.*

In this place
Saw her face
Couldn't be more happier.
But loving her.
Oh, it must be a sin
That she was not faithful.
She couldn't be
Foolishly
More unfaithful if she tried
He did not care,
Wanted her,
Despite her wandering eyes.

She deserves the very best
And he loves her none the less.

She's forgotten her first love
(Maybe one day she'll return)
She's forgotten that she ever
Went away and broke his heart

Blooming smiles at
Silver, gold, anything she wanted
Wasted thoughts
Broken hearts
Love was not acknowledged.

But he doesn't know
That she has shown him
More love than he deserves.
There will come a time
When he will find
That she's not there
To give his love
And she'll be gone away
From him forever.

Will break his heart.

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[last_adam]

*Adam sits in the corner, watching. After a bit, he decides to go over and... say hello.*

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

As usual when feeling on edge, Gil falls back on cooking tried and tested familiar recipes to soothe himself.

However, today, even good old fashioned British cookery - it's not grand enough to qualify as cuisine can't distract him from the fact that people he cares for, inclusing Asar-Suti - oh, Sooty!! - are intending to put themselves into danger.

By the time he goes out to write on the blackboard, he is thoroughly miserable and his writing is a bit more shaky than usual.

Dear Customers of Milliways,

Tonights specials are:

Mushroom Pudding

Salmon Stuffed Potato Skins

Steak and Sausage Pudding

We hope you enjoy them.

Then he gets a drink and sinks it. It was pineapple juice. Recklessly he has another.

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[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Last night, Nita's Mommy Dearest puts in another appearance.]

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

There's a vampire walking down the steps. He looks...minorly displeased. It might have something to do with the fact that his boyfriend is not with him. At least, not visibly. Also...there's a small black kitten curled up asleep on his shoulder. His eyes continually flick to it with worry as he makes his way to the bar and orders his food, sipping thoughtfully as he sits on a stool.

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[not_that_spike]

( upstairs: Beth and Spike read Joe's letter )

Rodent night! Anthy meets Audrey the mouse and Jessica Rabbit, until her mun's brain feeds the roses

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy carries her tea to a corner, and sits, sipping quietly. On the table in front of her, Chuchu sits systematically destroying a pile of crackers.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie, guitar, notebook.

And tea. Naturally.

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter has been working. Even more than that, he has been Working.

Having discovered to his chagrin that he understands perhaps a tenth of the information in the music set before him, he has endeavoured to adjust it to suit the needs of Milliways and his own understanding thereof. Peter has never claimed to be a poet, but he understands both music and poetry rather well, and besides, it's not like he can be fired if nobody likes it.

He stretches his fingers and begins the opening bars. When he sings, while on-key and in a fairly strong light baritone, his voice is somewhat hoarse.

The bar opens, it's early, only four o'clock
And he says tonight's specials are fried paradox
You know last night the drinks may have gone to a few heads
And the people came out from their homes and their warm beds
You should know this by now, even people who haven't been bound --
No one, no one, no one is free

The next night again, and all the nights together
It's endless eternal, they come here to gather
Just why do they stay here and why do they need it
And into the darkness the Landlord receding
Calls people here and sends them home, and when the white flag is flown
No one, no one, no one leaves the war

They're complicated people leading complicated lives
and it complicates their problems but they can't help arrive
You ask them to tell you, you ask for a reason
But nobody knows and the Landlord won't speak and
We've never really known, and I've seen the white flags being flown
But no one, no one, no one leaves the war

There goes the barman and there goes his girlfriend,
There goes a werewolf and there goes a wizard,
There goes an angel and there goes a demon,
There goes a Fable and there goes a professor,
There goes a turtle and there go the ribbons,
There goes a monkey and there go the ribbons,
There goes a white cat and there go the ribbons, the ribbons, the ribbons
The ribbons of the flag.....

He finishes elegantly, but as soon as the music is over, he stops and leans away from the rest of the bar, coughing a few times. When he turns back, he seems fine, but his eyes are perhaps a little brighter than usual.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and otherbeings, I do take requests."

After all, if a machine can play karaoke, a human being ought to do all right with it.

ooc: mwooooahahahaha. You know what's next, right? Piano Man.

Joe's Last Will and Testament

[not_that_spike]

Spike figures he might as well get this going.

He's over near the fire, the warmth. There's a bottle of whiskey on the table and a bunch of glasses, just in case anyone wants something.

Nothing morose -- no pictures of Joe, no flowers, no memorials. Just a bottle of booze and a pack of smokes, Spike's, and he's ready to read Joe's will whenever people get there. The envelope is still in his pocket, sealed.

He stares into the fire like he's hypnotized, a cigarette burning in his fingers unattended. This isn't easy for him, though he'll do his damnedest to make it look like it is.

Alain meets Faith. Gunslinger 101 is traded for Slayer 101.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes down the stairs. A quick word to the bar, and he has oil and clean cloth. He settles himself at a table, and breaks down a gun to clean it.

By the lake...

[bedside-manners.livejournal.com]

Janet is walking along the shore of the lake today, though she stops every now and then to look out over the water. Her thoughts are on her home, her family, her job, jumping back every so often to wondering how she can get back to the things she misses so much.

This is her first time outside, away from the bar itself and she is enjoying it. She wouldn't say no to having some company, though.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is sitting in his usual booth with ketchup-covered waffles, having got a taste for them when he stole Max's. He's been thinking about some things, and he'd like to talk to his friends.

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo walks into the bar, not smiling. He's rather heavily armed, though most of the weapons are out of sight. He settles into a booth and waits.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

OOM. Svava visits Hannibal in the cells.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's sitting at a table in the bar. At least in this section of Millitime. Its not where she normally sits, but it has a view of the door and those departing. To try to pass the time, she has paper and a pen in front of her, but as for actually doing anything productive- those look more like doodles on the paper than runes and notes.

We'll also note there's a key placed where she can watch it. Constantly.

Waiting. Nervously waiting until they get back. Until they all- hopefully- get back.

Patience has never been her strong suit.

In which Strong Bad comes in for a snack, not realizing he's to be recruited for the war against the

[forgoodorforawesome]

*Strong Bad comes in and says,* The usual. *The bar obliges with a cold one and a Swiss cake roll. He sits down, eats and drinks.*

In which the Beacon Mal arrives to be recruited for the battle with the Other, and gets his canon pu

[md_donighal]

The man in the gray suit warps in, arriving right by the bar. "Are there any more books like the one with which you surprised me? Books in which I appear as a character, not just an overarcing presence?"

After a moment, books start to appear on the bar. "Thank you. This should be interesting." Then he spots the glowing youth and heads over to his table, waving to Strong Bad to follow him.

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[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

So Murphy's in the bar, wearing the body armor Sara got him and waiting for the charge of the Milliways Brigade.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim steps up in front of the door.*

Hey all,all you coming to the war tonight, please, step over this way...thanks.

*He takes a deep breath, seeking out certain faces in the audience. He nods to each person who comes up, a smile for Ace, and then he seeks out those who aren't coming, and makes sure Svava is there. Good.*

Hey everyone. I'm not real good at public speaking, but I'll do my best. I want to thank each and every one of you for signing up for this. Make no mistake, this is a war, and this isn't pretty. Anyone who wants to back out, can do so now, and noone will think less of them for it.

*Tim waits, watching. He makes eye contact with the turtle brothers, then moves on. He looks to Meg, as if waiting for her to walk away...but smiles when she doesn't.*

Good. Okay, this is how its going to go. We have two prime teams, the teams that are to get to the other no matter what. Team one will be myself, Ray, and Raph. We will be joined by Superboy in the field. Team two is Eska, Garion and Asar Suti. Your goal is to attempt to muck the Other up magically.

*He looks around the gathering again, face grim and serious.*

The rest of you? You're there to trip him up, throw a wrench in his gears, and take out his personal army. Here are the remaining teams.

*Tim flips open a notebook.*

Ace, Alanna and Faith, you'll have the special bombs. If you get close to the Other, let them rip. I don't care if I'm right next to him.

Meg, Mike and Indy. I want you three to circle to the left, picking off creatures as you go.

Murphy, Sarah and Mel, you'll be going the other direction, doing the same.

Iris? I want you to find your relatives on the battlefield, Wally and Bart will both be there, team up with them, provide covering support, all that fun superspeed stuff.

Damon, Hagrid and Michael, you three are my muscle. Cut a hole through the enemy line, then cut another one.

Vetinari, Angelo and Windows 95. You three i want to Do your best to get in as deep as you can, then start cutting your way outwards.

Triplets, I'm teaming you with strongbad and pikachu. Chaos is your goal.

Cole and Obi Wan.....

*Tim stops looking around. Hunh.*

Cole will probably meet you on the field Obi-Wan. You'll be joining another hero from my world.

*Tim puts away his notepad, then looks at all of them again.*

This is just the tenative plans. We're heading into a war, plans may change. The one thing i want you all to know is the call to retreat. If you hear my voice calling "All is Lost" twice, that means get your butts back through the door fast as you can. That means something big has fucked up, and we're dropping back to...

*Tims voice catches. He tries to speak twice more, then shakes his head, and continues.*

We're dropping back to our secondary plan. Theres about five people who know what it is. Sva.... Svava will be leading the spell. Whoever is last through the door, leave it open behind you, we have to watch to make sure it works.

*Tim pauses again.*

I am not a relegious man. I've met too many gods to belive in them. But if you would all just take a moment with me to bow your head in prayer.....

*And Tim lowers his head, softly saying the lords prayer.*

Amen.

*He checks his watch*

We've got about five minutes. Finish up any preperations, and lets kick this bastards ass!

(ooc: This post is for any last minute anything your puppets might want to do. Consider this the leaving post, I won't be making another one until just about an hour from now, when they all come back. Thank you all so much, this has been amazing.)

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

Day 4 of the Tutu continues. He stands, watching the war party drag themselves in. His eyes are deep as he Observes them.

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[sai_delgado]

Susan comes in through the lake door and goes to the bar, looking thoughtful.

"Could I have a halter appropriate for a young pegasus?" After a moment, a golden bridle materializes.

Susan Delgado never heard of Bellerophon, and so she stares at it for a very long and confused moment. "...I was thinking something more simple, mayhap? She's only seven or eight months old." The bridle vanishes, and a simple halter appears in its place.

"Thankee-sai." She takes it and a cup of hot chocolate, and heads toward the couch.

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[fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com]

*Scarlett sashays down the staircase. Time is passing differently for her in her room; it seems like just a day or so ago that she was last downstairs. In any case, she's delighted to be around such charming folks. She gets a mint julep and sits down on a bar stool, her dress flowing down to the floor. She sips it saucily, her eyes flirtatious and charming. Who the hell has to worry about a reputation in this place?*

Millitimed to Friday morning...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

By the Lake: Elaine has her second Jeet Kun Do lesson on Friday morning.

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[lvpd_sidle]

OOM: Barry bids Sara farewell as she goes off to war.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Disbursal of Joe's things, plus other discussion)

Jack and Tony angst, Tony has an anxiety attack and leaves with Jack following.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting by the fireplace with his feet up on an ottoman, drinking sweet, sweet coffee. Looks like someone has a bit of a hangover from getting a little tipsy last night. Not to mention some sore muscles, as someone apparently forgot that he's 42 years old, not 22, and can't exactly play a vigorous game of softball without stretching first.

Anyway. Jack's by the fireplace, and his head hurts about as much as the rest of him. But it's his own bloody fault, so pester him anyway.

Tim Dies, Everyone else gets healed and such.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: War on the Other I'll be summarising later this week.))

*FOOM! Raph Barrels through the front door, Ray behind him carrying Tim. The wizard...does not look good. He's burned, limbs are broken, it looks like someone cut his throat, and the left side of his face is showing skull. Still, he's struggling, fighting on. Behind them come the rest of the war party, in various states of dissarray. Ace, Mike, Mel, Hagrid and more, wounded, bleeding or unconcious. At a glance, the war did not go well. At a farther look, looking out the door, some might notice a Tim shaped light in the sky. The Other, reigning supreme.*

((OOC: This thread is also for triage. Parts may be slowtimed.))

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is watching the activity of the bar from the couch by the fire, his feet propped up on the table in front of it.

Tim's war is going down tonight.

So is the reading of Joe's will.

Neither of these things really affects Cuthbert personally.

Both of them affect people he cares about.

Thus, there is graf tonight, instead of coffee.

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[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

[OOP: 'timed to before le war, of course.]

The yellow thing is either very, very ready to go to war, or it forgot. Or it doesn't have a concept of Imminent Doom.

It's sitting and grooming itself, looking fairly content with life.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar, again on her own. She is wearing a black dress tonight and looking quite upset. She heads over to Bar to wait, sipping a mug of hot chocolate that has been provided*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back room, carrying his violin and looking thoughtful. He heads over to Bar to get a drink, a White Lion.*

*He sips his drink, leaning back against the bar and watching the other patrons. He wonders what to play tonight.*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

After Joe's will has been read, Arithon finds a dark place in the bar.

It may, or may not, have been dark before he chose it. Master of Shadows, and he feels the gloom appropriate.

Clever brown fingers dance over the strings of his lyranthe, Johnny Cash has never sounded quite like this.

That's right, Johnny Cash. On a fourteen stringed vaguely-guitar-like instrument. What records did you think Joe gave Arithon to pour over?

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[flybywash]

It was a very good birthday yesterday.

Humming, Wash pushes open the door and jumps inside, sauntering through the bar with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Those who know him well might notice that he's wearing a new Hawaiian shirt: green and yellow and just as gaudy as the rest. Blame Zoe for your failing eyesight.

He swings by the bulletin board on his way to the Bar, and when he sees the notice there, his contented smile fades. Thin lines of worry start to crease his forehead; he looks up, noticing for the first time the lack of certain patrons, the quiet, sombre atmosphere. "Tī wŏ de pìgu," he whispers to himself, and then he spins around and heads back toward the door, slamming it behind him in his haste.

A few minutes later, it reopens, and Wash steps back in, closely followed by Simon. They head over to a booth to wait.

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo enters the bar, carrying tonight a couple of magazines, and a pad that has stuff written on it. A pen stuck over one ear, she looks around the bar.

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

Connor wanders into the bar from the lake... he's been practicing sword movements and such. Now, he's getting a drink and finding a place to sit and watch the people in the bar go by.

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Nibblet's in the bar, having a snack or somethng. Maybe pizza. Probably soda. Even a milkshake or something a bit later. Anyway... she's here.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is sitting in his table by the window. He is looking rather disturbed about the goings on of the war, even though he hadn't decided to take part in it. Mainly he is watching, but wouldn't mind someone to take his mind off of it.

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[prydeful]

There is a Kitty in a bar.

She has lovely new icons.

This makes her mun happy.

However, there is no Mun. The mun is in your mind. The mun is all around you.

And you drive her MAD, leading to entrance posts like this.

...

So.

Kitty's in the bar.

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[oneman_onevote]

Vetinari is in the bar, ready to go into battle. Rather worryingly, he has no weapons with him. Well. No visible ones, anyway. Now and then, he rotates a shoulder or wrist to keep flexible. Pulling muscles in the middle of pitched battle is not advisable, after all.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting at the bar looking exhausted and slightly annoyed. But he won't bite your head off, come and join him.

[OOC: He is in until 11.30 GMT, i.e. for the next hour and a bit after this is posted]

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting in a booth, because the table in front of him provides plenty of space and he needs it. He's brought his rifle downstairs, taken it to pieces, and is in the process of cleaning it while he waits for the field hospital to be needed.

He doesn't know whether he'll ever actually use it again, but he's still a soldier, and habit wins out.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's in the bar.

He sees the notice about the war.

He gets a bottle of tequila, and looks around the bar idly.

Ah.

He joins them.*

In which Audrey and Guppy discuss dancing.

[deptfordmouse.livejournal.com]

There's a mouse, on the Bar, dressed in a lacey dress and ribbons.

She's also dancing around with a drink and a bit of apple. No, she's not drunk. Yes, she might be a little odd. She's a bipedal, slightly prissy, nature-god-worshipping mouse. Deal with it.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's been in the bar all day, working on tables, cleaning things off, and generally attempting not to worry about things around her. As Tim goes to the door, Val retreats out the back, but comes back in after about fifteen minutes with a bit of a strained look on her face, as if she's forcing herself calm. However, she picks up her tray. Val's on duty. Again.

(tag for anyone securityish who is present)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice, still barefoot, ponytailed, and tutu'd, is standing by the bar. She is tapping her foot in a very balletic manner and looking out for anyone who might have access to the cells.

Yes, she's on a Quest for Lecter. Any help is most appreciated.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina manhandles a smaller-than-usual steamer trunk down the stairs and makes her way carefully through the bar. She pauses at the bar, and a large sack appears. She frowns in mild consternation (Who knew that 50 grand in gold weighed so much?) and opens her trunk to place smaller amounts in various places in it.

Then she heads towards the door.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. He's pretty much unaware of the DOOM that just happened. He has tea, and possibly a notebook.



That's about it.

In which Alain talks to Svava about killing and healing, and she is comforted by Archie

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Down from helping Wash take Ace up to her room, Svava walks in as far to the nearest dark booth, and sits down.

There's still blood- not her own- splattered all over her from arterial spray.

Her eyes are looking anywhere, but its doubtful they're focused on anything in particular. She still sees Tim's body, however.

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[lastgunslinger]

After the reading of Joe's will, and a subsequent brief detour upstairs to see Jake, Roland sits at the bar and opens his letter from Joe -- the last one.

He reads it.

Then he folds it, puts it back in his shirt pocket, and sets about doing what gunslingers do.

A dish of gun-oil and some rags, and Cort's voice in his head: Break the machine. Clean the machine.

He bends over his work, the silver cross and the St. Christopher's medal clinking together softly, and he does not look up.

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He can smell the blood.

Gods, who couldn't. It's permeated the air, drenched into anything in the entire bar. Even the wood smells like blood.

That tangy, coppery scent. Thick, cloying; it's enough to drive him crazy. The scent of life, spilling out of warm flesh.

He'd stared in shock when they first came in. And then left. He does not need this. It's the last damned thing that he needs.

He's outside. On the roof, actually. Staring at the sky and trying not to think about the smell.

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Velma lands once again on the floor of the bar. This time she's remembered to keep a hand on her glasses. She turns and looks back at the door. After ( this )