Apr. 24th, 2005
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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:04 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
in-it.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways]
Andrew's first thought was that he had somehow overdosed on Lithium. That was until he remembered that he'd not taken any for over a week, and had left his meds in L.A. The last thing he remembered was walking off of the plane, but he'd not even made it back into the terminal, had he? Furthermore, this did not look like any airport lounge he had ever seen. Not that he spent a good deal of time in airport lounges, of course. Perhaps there was some sort of sci-fi conference in town. Idly, he wondered if Mark would attend, or if his interests stopped at grave robbing and collecting Desert Storm trading cards.
What had he been doing? Sam, right. Of course. Andrew turned around, his carry-on bag in his hand, and attempted to determine how to get out of the bar and back into the airport proper. The more he looked around, the more strange the situation seemed to become. It was only when he caught sight of the large window across the bar and consequently, what was outside of said window, that Andrew realized that things might be a little more complicated than he originally had thought. He blinked once, and then again.
Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore, he thought, tilting his head, lips parted in understated awe.
((OOC: I'm obviously new... It would be wonderful if someone could help me get intro-ed/warmed up. Please be gentle!))
Andrew's first thought was that he had somehow overdosed on Lithium. That was until he remembered that he'd not taken any for over a week, and had left his meds in L.A. The last thing he remembered was walking off of the plane, but he'd not even made it back into the terminal, had he? Furthermore, this did not look like any airport lounge he had ever seen. Not that he spent a good deal of time in airport lounges, of course. Perhaps there was some sort of sci-fi conference in town. Idly, he wondered if Mark would attend, or if his interests stopped at grave robbing and collecting Desert Storm trading cards.
What had he been doing? Sam, right. Of course. Andrew turned around, his carry-on bag in his hand, and attempted to determine how to get out of the bar and back into the airport proper. The more he looked around, the more strange the situation seemed to become. It was only when he caught sight of the large window across the bar and consequently, what was outside of said window, that Andrew realized that things might be a little more complicated than he originally had thought. He blinked once, and then again.
Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore, he thought, tilting his head, lips parted in understated awe.
((OOC: I'm obviously new... It would be wonderful if someone could help me get intro-ed/warmed up. Please be gentle!))
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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:16 amasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti is about, ready to start, even though it's early still.
He's not nervous - of course not! He's a god, after all, and gods don't get nervous.
So he drinks coffee, wanders around and chats with people.
He's not nervous - of course not! He's a god, after all, and gods don't get nervous.
So he drinks coffee, wanders around and chats with people.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:54 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/[OOM: Chase has a nasty relapse after the softball game. Kim takes care of him.]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prettymaids*Dru comes down the stairs, humming to herself and carrying Miss Edith. Dru orders a glass of blood and some paradoxes for herself and takes a seat. She mummbles something to the doll*
Tin soldiers off to fight against themselves, my pet... won't that be a sight to see...
*Miss Edith nods her agreement before waving goodbye and clambering down from the bar and dissapearing in a crowd of people. Dru calls a warning to the doll before sipping her blood.*
Take care my pet and come home on one piece!
Tin soldiers off to fight against themselves, my pet... won't that be a sight to see...
*Miss Edith nods her agreement before waving goodbye and clambering down from the bar and dissapearing in a crowd of people. Dru calls a warning to the doll before sipping her blood.*
Take care my pet and come home on one piece!
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:13 amaj_crawley[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]
*there's a demon in the bar, feet propped on his usual table and a glass of the house white in his hand. He doesn't seem all that interested in drinking it, though, so much as watching the play of light on glass and pale liquid, and grinning to himself*
*there's a demon in the bar, feet propped on his usual table and a glass of the house white in his hand. He doesn't seem all that interested in drinking it, though, so much as watching the play of light on glass and pale liquid, and grinning to himself*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:19 ama-fell.livejournal.com*It's the weekend, so Aziraphael wanders over to the usual table. The smile on his face indicates that he rather likes having a routine*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:25 amthe_lioness*Desirous of nothing more than a good night's sleep, Alanna returns to the bar after several hours out by the lake. She rubs her eyes and glances around the room. Although she intends to go straight to bed, she catches sight of Lucifer menacing someone. Cursing, she hurries over.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:45 ammaydaybrat.livejournal.com[ooc: because the mun has no self-restraint, even with looming internet download limit OOM: Mordred and Galahad after this]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 02:13 amiwasalevel6.livejournal.com[ OOMs: After the softball after party, Tony angsts in his room. Michelle's tipsiness is replaced with angst as she joins him.
After this thread, in reaction to the injured entering Milliways, Tony has an anxiety attack in his room. ]
After this thread, in reaction to the injured entering Milliways, Tony has an anxiety attack in his room. ]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 04:32 amasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti, having come in with the rest of the bedraggled lot returning from Tim's war, has given Sara a hand with Mel for a moment - but then, wehn the medical helpers close in, he draws back, looks around, and spots a slightly tremulous Gil in the shadows near the fireplace, where he has been listening to Joe's will being read.
The god of magic still has the huge purple wings he acquired during the fight; he forgot to shed them in the retreat. He storms through the bar, his wing-tips brushing against the occasional customer in his haste, and he closes in on Gil.
Their hug is like that of a drowning man to the life-saving plank, and their kiss is like water in the oasis that you thought was never going to come - no chewed-out ancient cliché is too corny for that reunion.
[[OOC: Slowtimed from the very beginning - to be picked up with Gil-mun on our Sunday afternoon.]]
The god of magic still has the huge purple wings he acquired during the fight; he forgot to shed them in the retreat. He storms through the bar, his wing-tips brushing against the occasional customer in his haste, and he closes in on Gil.
Their hug is like that of a drowning man to the life-saving plank, and their kiss is like water in the oasis that you thought was never going to come - no chewed-out ancient cliché is too corny for that reunion.
[[OOC: Slowtimed from the very beginning - to be picked up with Gil-mun on our Sunday afternoon.]]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:01 amfemme-wizard.livejournal.comSometime after the initial disorder of the return from war, after Eska had done what she could with the injured and the shocked, she wipes her hands on a spare cloth, and scans the bar. Her face is still hard and blank, and she's looking for someone with medical knowledge.
Not that this is obvious, because depsite the large burn hole in the sleeve of her robes, she looks almost completely injury-free.
Not that this is obvious, because depsite the large burn hole in the sleeve of her robes, she looks almost completely injury-free.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:27 amsomeonesdog[In which Angua meets the young version of the ruler of her city, and finds out about the war, meets Audrey and tries to reason her out of speciesism, and tries a little unsuccessfully to comfort Shelley.]
Angua shouldn't really have been phased by turning up in Milliways again. In theory she's not surprised.
But tonight is different. The instant she's in, her hand shoots to cover her nose and mouth as she takes in the situation.
Oh gods!
She sprints out of the lake door as fast as she can, and once in the fresh air, places her hands on her knees and gasps for breath.
Angua shouldn't really have been phased by turning up in Milliways again. In theory she's not surprised.
But tonight is different. The instant she's in, her hand shoots to cover her nose and mouth as she takes in the situation.
Oh gods!
She sprints out of the lake door as fast as she can, and once in the fresh air, places her hands on her knees and gasps for breath.
Breakfast at Milliways
Apr. 24th, 2005 09:20 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard walks in, puts Amadeo on his cot, and ties on his apron.
"What'll it be?"
"What'll it be?"
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:34 amhalf-giant.livejournal.comHagrid is in the bar, asleep on a small sofa, as if it were a chair, his booted feet stretched out before him.. The legs beneath the sofa have collapsed under his weight, and springs have sprung, but it goes unnoticed by the Half-Giant sleeping uneasily on it. His wand is still tucked into his belt, and the golden battle-axe he brought back rests within easy reach.
His blood-soaked coat is across his lap, and his blood encrusted shirt gapes open through the tear that the aforementioned axe made when he landed on it during the battle. The wound has been healed, but he lost a lot of blood, and it's tired him. He still sports a specatular black eye, that will most likely turn interesting colors as it heals.
The nightmares have been chasing themselves around his mind since he closed his eyes for a moment's rest, several hours ago.
Someone should really wake him up (carefully).
[ooc: mun is doing housework, so replies could be slow]
His blood-soaked coat is across his lap, and his blood encrusted shirt gapes open through the tear that the aforementioned axe made when he landed on it during the battle. The wound has been healed, but he lost a lot of blood, and it's tired him. He still sports a specatular black eye, that will most likely turn interesting colors as it heals.
The nightmares have been chasing themselves around his mind since he closed his eyes for a moment's rest, several hours ago.
Someone should really wake him up (carefully).
[ooc: mun is doing housework, so replies could be slow]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:54 amgive-us-candy.livejournal.comThe Triplets come down (minus Tub) after they've been upstairs to check on Ed and the pets.
They were too busy with their own business to really notice the others and the extent of their injuries when everyone got back.
And anyway, if they had, they probably wouldn't have been too concerned, where they're from, dying is rather fun.
They are talking animatedly about the War and how much fun it was to make picties kabobs.
They are injured, but nothing that they'd consider horrible. They're just bleeding and oozing. Nothing too bad.
They just want to find Tim and thank him for all the fun they had during the War.
They obviously don't know yet, and would like to know. Tim was their, well, he was their friend. He gave them things and made pretty fire and had a pretty skull.
They were too busy with their own business to really notice the others and the extent of their injuries when everyone got back.
And anyway, if they had, they probably wouldn't have been too concerned, where they're from, dying is rather fun.
They are talking animatedly about the War and how much fun it was to make picties kabobs.
They are injured, but nothing that they'd consider horrible. They're just bleeding and oozing. Nothing too bad.
They just want to find Tim and thank him for all the fun they had during the War.
They obviously don't know yet, and would like to know. Tim was their, well, he was their friend. He gave them things and made pretty fire and had a pretty skull.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 12:17 pmnita_callahanNita's downstairs, at the Bar, looking faintly twitchy.
She knows nothing of deaths, wars, angst -- Really, she's fairly out of the loop. It might be nice if someone could fill her in on what she's been missing.
For her sake and the mun's, because geez, how do I manage to miss so much?
She knows nothing of deaths, wars, angst -- Really, she's fairly out of the loop. It might be nice if someone could fill her in on what she's been missing.
For her sake and the mun's, because geez, how do I manage to miss so much?
samael-diablo.livejournal.comLucifer, black-polo-shirt-black-jeans, is sitting at a table with his chair tilted back at an alarming angle. One of his bare feet rests on the table, keeping him balanced. He appears to be asleep.
It's not a particularly realistic tableau, but it's a damn pretty one. And that's what matters, right?
[Thread closed for plot, sorry. Warnings for violence andpossibly definite sex.]
It's not a particularly realistic tableau, but it's a damn pretty one. And that's what matters, right?
[Thread closed for plot, sorry. Warnings for violence and
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:29 pmlordpeter.livejournal.comLord Peter has come to a decision. He is nothing if not decisive.
He has acquired a pen and a notebook from the bar; the notebook is labeled "MILLIWAYS" in large, tidy lettering. There is a long hank of string tied around one wrist for safekeeping. He is still wearing the harlequin shirt and still barefoot, but seems to have managed to purchase a pair of braces, which look highly incongruous over the checked tunic.
He tears out a sheet of notepaper and pins it up to the noticebord.
ATTN: Adventuresome souls are advised to apply to Lord Peter Wimsey, located near the piano, for an interesting afternoon. He is in need of three to four efficient and intelligent beings versed in basic science, mathematics, geography, various forms of magic, and with inquisitve minds for the investigation of the Milliways Situation. Information regarding the Landlord, the geography of Miliways, its internal workings, and the alleged giant squid will be paid for (eventually). Expedition to begin expeditiously.
He leans on the piano, patiently, though his cheeks are slightly flushed and his eyes possibly a little too bright.
He has acquired a pen and a notebook from the bar; the notebook is labeled "MILLIWAYS" in large, tidy lettering. There is a long hank of string tied around one wrist for safekeeping. He is still wearing the harlequin shirt and still barefoot, but seems to have managed to purchase a pair of braces, which look highly incongruous over the checked tunic.
He tears out a sheet of notepaper and pins it up to the noticebord.
ATTN: Adventuresome souls are advised to apply to Lord Peter Wimsey, located near the piano, for an interesting afternoon. He is in need of three to four efficient and intelligent beings versed in basic science, mathematics, geography, various forms of magic, and with inquisitve minds for the investigation of the Milliways Situation. Information regarding the Landlord, the geography of Miliways, its internal workings, and the alleged giant squid will be paid for (eventually). Expedition to begin expeditiously.
He leans on the piano, patiently, though his cheeks are slightly flushed and his eyes possibly a little too bright.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 01:31 pmnotyour-broom.livejournal.com*Broom cleans the bar silently and solomnly, removing evidence of the chaos of the previous night. The blood is all over, and it needs to be cleaned up before it can settle in and stain the floor. As a broom lacks tear ducts, he is not crying. Probably best not to bother him, though.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 02:02 pmedwardishungry.livejournal.com*Edward wanders downstairs in a cloud of animals. She has become an animal perch and she doesn't mind. She sits in the middle of the floor trying to keep a balance-challenged frog from falling off her shoulder to doom on the floor. *
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Apr. 24th, 2005 02:17 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith in the bar, in a booth, with coffee.
She doesn't know about Tim yet.
Who wants to tell her?
She doesn't know about Tim yet.
Who wants to tell her?
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Apr. 24th, 2005 02:20 pmthecooloneSunday.
Tea, scones, cream, jam. Napkin, knife, spoon, sugar.
A rather old copy of the Daily Prophet.
A sombre mood over the place: he's not depressive by nature. Bill ignores it, reading the paper.
Tea, scones, cream, jam. Napkin, knife, spoon, sugar.
A rather old copy of the Daily Prophet.
A sombre mood over the place: he's not depressive by nature. Bill ignores it, reading the paper.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 03:08 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comHel knows the scent of death, the lingering stain that clings long after the body is gone. It permeates the air. She frowns, slightly, when she realizes someone died here, it isn't just clinging like a shroud to her own skin. Then she looks around, curiously, for someone who knows what happened.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 03:26 pmalien-isabel.livejournal.comIsabel is down in the bar. She's content, but a bit worried. Why is she this way? Because no one has told her about Tim. She'd been worried the day before but of course her darling Warren had tried to get her to relax. And since she hadn't been sure how long the War would last he didn't want her stressing.
So now she has no clue that one of her best friends is dead.
So now she has no clue that one of her best friends is dead.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 03:50 pminfuriated.livejournal.comA pale siamese cat is walking along the bar. He stops before an empty stool, and jumps across. There he sits, washing himself unconcernedly and waiting to be petted, as is his due.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 04:25 pmbig-b-wolf.livejournal.com*Bigby enters the bar, Snow clinging to him and the children. Bigby looks more or less the same, shadowed eyes and so forth, but grief is plainly visible on Snow's.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 04:29 pmlandofblacksand.livejournal.comMozenrath, seeing that most of the chaos has calmed walks up to the bar, Xerxes floats about his shoulders lazily.
"Some chocolates and a glass of wine, if you would."
Xerxes watches, interested and then steals one of mozenrath's chocolates as they walk back to their booth.
Mozenrath is not neccesarily feeling social but he would probably be tolerant since he's really just thinking and staring off into space.
"Some chocolates and a glass of wine, if you would."
Xerxes watches, interested and then steals one of mozenrath's chocolates as they walk back to their booth.
Mozenrath is not neccesarily feeling social but he would probably be tolerant since he's really just thinking and staring off into space.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 04:31 pmincrediblyshy.livejournal.comViolet is down in the bar donning her Supersuit. It's pretty darn spiffy. She is waiting for Kon.
[OOC: For plot, Kon only please]
[OOC: For plot, Kon only please]
honest-johns.livejournal.comAlain's sitting in an armchair by the fire. With graf, not coffee, although he's drinking little and slowly.
He looks... not grief-stricken or haunted, as many in the bar today look. But distant, and pensive.
He looks... not grief-stricken or haunted, as many in the bar today look. But distant, and pensive.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 05:03 pmkabelecedRegulus is in the bar, settled comfortably in a booth.
He is most definitely not doing the Electric Slide. This is only partly because he doesn't know what it is.
He is most definitely not doing the Electric Slide. This is only partly because he doesn't know what it is.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 05:34 pmspectral-skin.livejournal.comAngelo walks downstairs, slowly and carefully, obviously still in pain and with some visible wounds. He makes his way to a booth and sits down, alone.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 05:37 pmdeptfordmouse.livejournal.comAudrey enters the bar, her new sword in her hand, and she flicks and swishes a path through the empty air.
Too empty, perhaps, and she realises, with a little dismay, that there is death in the air, the same scent of blood and fear she had known in the field of Fennywolde that midsummer. Audrey puts the sword away, and settles down, ordering a little cup of water from the Bar.
[ooc: Mun is writing essay for an hour or so. Will be back later, do tag if you've got time to wait.
Too empty, perhaps, and she realises, with a little dismay, that there is death in the air, the same scent of blood and fear she had known in the field of Fennywolde that midsummer. Audrey puts the sword away, and settles down, ordering a little cup of water from the Bar.
[ooc: Mun is writing essay for an hour or so. Will be back later, do tag if you've got time to wait.
Xander is Meg's Little Ballerina
Apr. 24th, 2005 06:07 pmxan-shaped.livejournal.comSo, enter Xander.
Enter Xander's tutu.
It is a delicate pink shade, and would be very pretty if it weren't Xander wearing it.Should he have shaved his legs?
Xander picks up the somber in the bar and frowns.
"Whoa, uh, do I look that bad?"
[OOC Note: I'll be gone from about 6:45 central until maybe-9:00. So anyone wanting to thread with Xander should be prepared to wait a bit. *sheepish* I know, I should've waited to post until later. But, tutu!]
Enter Xander's tutu.
It is a delicate pink shade, and would be very pretty if it weren't Xander wearing it.
Xander picks up the somber in the bar and frowns.
"Whoa, uh, do I look that bad?"
[OOC Note: I'll be gone from about 6:45 central until maybe-9:00. So anyone wanting to thread with Xander should be prepared to wait a bit. *sheepish* I know, I should've waited to post until later. But, tutu!]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 06:17 pmlordpeter.livejournal.comOOC: Those of you who are threading otherwheres with Peter, just consider this a quirk of Millitime.
Peter re-enters the bar with four or five other people, all of them eating sandwiches and apparently enjoying themselves. Peter himself is quiet; all his experiments -- walking with Zedd, climbing with Adam, stargazing with Nita, and climbing with Hagrid -- have come to naught. His head aches, and his nerves, never what they should be, seem to twang with tension tonight.
His eyes are brilliantly bright, and his face has gone from slightly flushed to quite pale.
He seats himself on a stool near the bar and studies his notebook, listlessly.
Peter re-enters the bar with four or five other people, all of them eating sandwiches and apparently enjoying themselves. Peter himself is quiet; all his experiments -- walking with Zedd, climbing with Adam, stargazing with Nita, and climbing with Hagrid -- have come to naught. His head aches, and his nerves, never what they should be, seem to twang with tension tonight.
His eyes are brilliantly bright, and his face has gone from slightly flushed to quite pale.
He seats himself on a stool near the bar and studies his notebook, listlessly.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 06:33 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comAce slowly walks down the stairs, a little lost, a lot defeated. She doesn't really look at anyone as she makes her way to the Bar, where a mug of hot cocoa and a plate of fudgy brownies appears. Evidently Bar isn't going to enforce the health-food edict tonight. Ace pats the bar in thanks and takes her spoils to the fireplace, where she can watch the fire as she picks at her brownies.
(ooc: To Millichannelers: Never fear, I'll summarize this... when it's not wee hours of morning. *flees*)
(ooc: To Millichannelers: Never fear, I'll summarize this... when it's not wee hours of morning. *flees*)
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Apr. 24th, 2005 06:41 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comYou are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine...
Poor Sunny. She'll never escape that song. Luckily, she doesn't mind it much.Yet.
Poor Sunny. She'll never escape that song. Luckily, she doesn't mind it much.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 06:49 pmfirstwizard.livejournal.comZedd is at a table thinking. He has been around the bar most of the day, but has moved around to much to really be able to pin down. So aside from reading Dracula he isn't doing anything. And there is an emty teapot on his table by the window.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 06:55 pmhidslikeachild.livejournal.comAngela is in a booth, alone. She is sipping coffee and eating brownies.
She looks waryily around, and cringes everytime someone walks past with a paper umbrella in their drink.
She would like something to take her mind off the umbrellas.
She looks waryily around, and cringes everytime someone walks past with a paper umbrella in their drink.
She would like something to take her mind off the umbrellas.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:06 pmlvpd_sidleSara is in the bar. She isn't very badly injured, though she probably shouldn't be doing as much activity as she has been. But now she is staring at the wall.
We failed...Tim's dead...Ace, I'm so sorry...
[ooc: Will be gone for a couple of hours--wanted to post this]
Apparently, I'm not going where I thought I was. O.o
We failed...Tim's dead...Ace, I'm so sorry...
Apparently, I'm not going where I thought I was. O.o
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:13 pmthe_lioness[OOC: OOM, last night. Warning for slight violent imagery.]
*Alanna slips in the back door and down the staff hallway without sparing a glance for the rest of the bar. She returns several minutes later with a frog in one pocket and a small kitten cradled in her arms. The kitten seems fascinated by the frog and squirms as Alanna procures coffee and a small plate of food. Biting her lip, she quickly scans the room and makes for a secluded booth nowhere near the site of yesterday's confrontation.
She does not look like she's doing particularly well.*
[Summary for Millichannelers: Zedd tells Alanna about Tim's death, Gavroche is Cute, Mrs. Wiggin is motherly (*sniffs*) and Alanna breaks the news about Tim to Kitten!Alex, Nick and also Val, who quickly figures out something else is majorly bothering Alanna. Alanna clings to Peter and tells him the truth, and discusses horses with Susan for great angst relief, yay!]
*Alanna slips in the back door and down the staff hallway without sparing a glance for the rest of the bar. She returns several minutes later with a frog in one pocket and a small kitten cradled in her arms. The kitten seems fascinated by the frog and squirms as Alanna procures coffee and a small plate of food. Biting her lip, she quickly scans the room and makes for a secluded booth nowhere near the site of yesterday's confrontation.
She does not look like she's doing particularly well.*
[Summary for Millichannelers: Zedd tells Alanna about Tim's death, Gavroche is Cute, Mrs. Wiggin is motherly (*sniffs*) and Alanna breaks the news about Tim to Kitten!Alex, Nick and also Val, who quickly figures out something else is majorly bothering Alanna. Alanna clings to Peter and tells him the truth, and discusses horses with Susan for great angst relief, yay!]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:19 pmbythebrook.livejournal.comOphelia in her booth, watching watching watching for Fleur. There is no Fleur. She misses her bower, but she waits.
river_meimeiRiver's in the bar.
She's sitting curled in a booth in a quiet corner, back to the wall, watching people. Or watching something, anyway.
She's sitting curled in a booth in a quiet corner, back to the wall, watching people. Or watching something, anyway.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:30 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean walks downstairs with his harp in hand. He seems slightly shaken. Today, for a brief moment, he did not recognize himself when he looked in the mirror. He found that rather odd.
Nonetheless, the bard seems to be in a reasonably good mood. He gets the distinct feeling from looking around the barthat he is at a wake that something is the matter.
Deeply tragic music pours from the harp. He can always summon those emotions up.
Nonetheless, the bard seems to be in a reasonably good mood. He gets the distinct feeling from looking around the bar
Deeply tragic music pours from the harp. He can always summon those emotions up.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:31 pmshelley_wintersShelley walks in, and blinks around. The bar is a lot quieter than usual. After glancing around, she goes out to the lake to see if anyone she knows is out there.
After a while she comes back in, looking around in a panic for anyone she knows. She's heard about the war. Just not about who went, who's hurt, and who is dead. Someone inform her?
After a while she comes back in, looking around in a panic for anyone she knows. She's heard about the war. Just not about who went, who's hurt, and who is dead. Someone inform her?
gone_byebyeAgainst his own expectations, Ray did manage to get to sleep last night without the use of pharmaceuticals or magic. He'd asked the bar for 'something to help me get to sleep without nightmares', and it provided him with a Mr. Stay-Puft plushie. The human mind works in mysterious ways.
Anyway, the important thing is that Ray slept, and now he's toddled downstairs to the bar and plopped himself down at a table. He has a plate of what might be Chinese food or something in front of him, but it's scarcely noticed; he's working on something insanely complicated and circuit-like with the holographic computer that, up til now, has been used exclusively for his map of the universes.
He doesn't look like a happy boy.
Anyway, the important thing is that Ray slept, and now he's toddled downstairs to the bar and plopped himself down at a table. He has a plate of what might be Chinese food or something in front of him, but it's scarcely noticed; he's working on something insanely complicated and circuit-like with the holographic computer that, up til now, has been used exclusively for his map of the universes.
He doesn't look like a happy boy.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 07:59 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comCuthbert is sprawled on the couch by the fire, a mug of coffee cupped in his hands. Like so many in the bar today, he looks subdued and thoughtful.
[ooc: mun is--or should be--working, temporary distractions are welcome but tags may be slow]
[ooc: mun is--or should be--working, temporary distractions are welcome but tags may be slow]
md_donighalHours after his collapse, the man in the gray suit golden lorica and red cape awakens, looking much refreshed. His armor looks refreshed, too; bit by bit, the dents seem to have smoothed themselves out. Even his cape looks less ragged than it did when he staggered in from the battlefield.
He concentrates for a moment, and the dramatic outfit turns back into his plain gray suit, albeit looking rather dusty — travel-stained, but the stains are unfamiliar. Clearly, he has come a long way.
He returns to his usual booth, where he left his newly-acquired books hours before, and picks up the Adventure! rulebook. He reads it like a man hoping not to be disturbed.But if anyone has other plans, his mun's amenable to them.
He concentrates for a moment, and the dramatic outfit turns back into his plain gray suit, albeit looking rather dusty — travel-stained, but the stains are unfamiliar. Clearly, he has come a long way.
He returns to his usual booth, where he left his newly-acquired books hours before, and picks up the Adventure! rulebook. He reads it like a man hoping not to be disturbed.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:07 pmsai_delgado[OOC: From dawn to dusk.]
Susan Delgado comes in tonight from the staff wing. The odd hush lying over the room catches her attention, and she looks around curiously before starting towards the bar.
Susan Delgado comes in tonight from the staff wing. The odd hush lying over the room catches her attention, and she looks around curiously before starting towards the bar.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:09 pmratherbeinitaly.livejournal.comTeri was in the bar.
Then she saw the door. The door that told her she only had three days left in Milliways. Three days with her family.
So now she's outside. Alternating between walking around and sitting.
Then she saw the door. The door that told her she only had three days left in Milliways. Three days with her family.
So now she's outside. Alternating between walking around and sitting.
iwasalevel6.livejournal.comTony might have overhead a thing or two about Tim. He only met Tim a couple of times. Funny guy. Now he’s dead.
Tony figured as much. If it wasn’t Tim, it was someone else—somebody’s close friend, somebody’s lover, somebody’s co-worker, etcetera. Somebody was going to die and somebody was going to watch it happen.
The bar isn’t the place for him, not unless he wants another panic attack. He shoves his hands in the pocket of his worn jeans and heads straight outside, finding a spot beneath “his” tree to sit. He looks as if he’s deep in thought, but he wouldn’t object to some company.
Tony figured as much. If it wasn’t Tim, it was someone else—somebody’s close friend, somebody’s lover, somebody’s co-worker, etcetera. Somebody was going to die and somebody was going to watch it happen.
The bar isn’t the place for him, not unless he wants another panic attack. He shoves his hands in the pocket of his worn jeans and heads straight outside, finding a spot beneath “his” tree to sit. He looks as if he’s deep in thought, but he wouldn’t object to some company.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:22 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_driscoll/[ OOM: Erin is restless. She wonders when she can go home. ]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:34 pmi-weep.livejournal.comShe can feel the pain even from out past where she dwells and for her brother's friends she has come.
Tears stream from her eyes as she mourns the dead before she even knows his name.
Tears stream from her eyes as she mourns the dead before she even knows his name.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:37 pmmogget_cat*There's an Yrael sitting at the bar, sipping his drink. He looks like conversation might be nice.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 08:59 pmballetrat*Meg sits at the bar, coffee in hand.
She looks blank. She feels blank.
There has been too much death, recently.*
She looks blank. She feels blank.
There has been too much death, recently.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 09:04 pmfriggin-gift.livejournal.comBoone comes down from his room. He wears dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He is actually clean-shaven for the first time in almost a month.
He gets a Tom Collins and sits at the bar, trying to figure out what to do.
He gets a Tom Collins and sits at the bar, trying to figure out what to do.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 09:07 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comVal wanders into the bar from the lake. She looks like she hasn't slept in a couple days, but is trying to forget this fact. Picking up her tray and what looks like a very strong cup of tea, she sits at the bar, swinging her legs, and just generally trying to forget that there's anything wrong with the world.
skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comThe Valkyrie's in jeans, blouse, keds, with a comforting, familiar british navy jacket (circa 1802) on over it. Down from the guest rooms.
She wouldn't want to be in the bar today, except that Svava remembered the letter that was also given to her, In Case of Things Happening. Its in her hand right now, as she looks around the bar.
Svava veers for the Bar, to get a cup of hot chocolate. Putting off delivering the letter for as long as she'll allow herself.
She wouldn't want to be in the bar today, except that Svava remembered the letter that was also given to her, In Case of Things Happening. Its in her hand right now, as she looks around the bar.
Svava veers for the Bar, to get a cup of hot chocolate. Putting off delivering the letter for as long as she'll allow herself.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 09:41 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy's in the bar, sitting in a booth looking fairly pale and exhausted. He has a newspaper but he isn't really reading it, he's just sort of looking at it and thinking about something else.
sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comAfter talking to Ace, Claire can be found sitting by herself in a booth. She's too upset to go upstairs and be with her son. She wouldn't mind being distracted from her worry over her friend though.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 09:51 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael wanders downstairs and into the bar.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:04 pmwill-scarlet.livejournal.com[OOM: A few short pieces to help me get Will Scarlet solidified.
Tracking in the rain.
A meeting neither of them will remember when they grow up.
Something more substantial should be forthcoming, when I can get it written satisfactorily.]
Tracking in the rain.
A meeting neither of them will remember when they grow up.
Something more substantial should be forthcoming, when I can get it written satisfactorily.]
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:23 pmstreet-sparrow.livejournal.comGavroche bounces through the painting from the House of Arch, carrying a hefty stick that's been rather clumsily carved to look like a carbine.
He takes in the sombre atmosphere immediately and slows, his usual cheer suddenly muted.
He takes in the sombre atmosphere immediately and slows, his usual cheer suddenly muted.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:24 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Penny comes downstairs. It doesn't look happy down in the bar this evening. She'd god back upto her room but she's kinda curious what happened cause when the bar, as a unit,is this bad, it's usually a bad thing.*
agirllost[OOM: A hospital dream]
Kim comes downstairs and might be on her way outside but she knows she should eat something first. The mood of the bar feels different.
She orders a grilled chicken sandwich and fries and sits at the bar. She's a little confused since she's been out of the bar taking care of Chase.
She looks around for someone that might be able to tell her what happened.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:31 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard and Tonks burst into the bar, frantic*
Sunny?!
Sunny?!
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:32 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comDuring the course of the morning, Gil wanders along to Tim's room to pay his respects, then he works, quite hard for quite a long time, until he feels tired and thirsty.
Rather than making and drinking coffee in the kitchen - where he will, he knows, continue to work - he goes through the faun flap into his room and approaches the coffee machine with a smile at Sooty who is laying full length on the sofa reading.
"Want some coffee?" he asks. "I'm dying for a cup."
Rather than making and drinking coffee in the kitchen - where he will, he knows, continue to work - he goes through the faun flap into his room and approaches the coffee machine with a smile at Sooty who is laying full length on the sofa reading.
"Want some coffee?" he asks. "I'm dying for a cup."
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:39 pmthe_antiangstAngel heads downstairs... and stops when he reaches the bottom of the staircase. For whatever reason, the angst is damn near tangible tonight.
He gets the usual tea and paradoxes from Bar, and settles in on a couch by the fireplace. He's got no clue as to what all the angst is about, but he'll lend a sympathetic ear to anyone who needs it.
He gets the usual tea and paradoxes from Bar, and settles in on a couch by the fireplace. He's got no clue as to what all the angst is about, but he'll lend a sympathetic ear to anyone who needs it.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:48 pmempath-wiggin.livejournal.comShe has an errand to run. Or at least that's what she's telling herself. Perhaps it is the opressive emotion of the bar, perhaps it is just an attempt to get out for a while. She has every intention of coming back, and soon, as in an hour or two at most. Thus, Val walks through the bar to the door, reaching out a hand to open it. However, instead of opening as it ususally does, the door throws her across the room, caught by a table, somewhere near the bar. Sitting on the floor, she just -stares- at the door, blankly. Great. Wonderful. Curling up in a ball, she sits there, under the table, holding her head in her hands, feeling an odd sense of deja vu.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:58 pmdeptfordmouse.livejournal.comAudrey returns from the Lake, where she had been talking to Angua.
Now she's back, and the bar seems in better order. Enough at least for her to sit on the bar and people-watch.
Now she's back, and the bar seems in better order. Enough at least for her to sit on the bar and people-watch.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 10:58 pmshekilledthem.livejournal.comalthough she tried as best as she could...she couldnt hold him off. she felt the cold, fresh bullet plunge through her flesh-breaking through the layers of skin, sinking through the tissue. she stumbled back and tried gasping for the air that couldnt fill her lungs enough.
( she came through )
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:06 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/Ron came down into the bar, pale-faced and tight-lipped, looking around the room for several particular faces and hoping desperately he'd see them there. He'd tried to stay out of the bar entirely for the last day or so, as he'd figured it would take a while for everyone to come back from the war and when they did, they would probably need space since they'd be running around taking care of the injured.
Then there was also the fact that he'd been afraid to come down and see blood all over and finding out it belonged to someone he cared about, like Hagrid.
But restlessness and hunger had won, and so he peeked his head into the bar, hoping to be reassured that all his friends were still alive.
Who wants to disappoint him?
Then there was also the fact that he'd been afraid to come down and see blood all over and finding out it belonged to someone he cared about, like Hagrid.
But restlessness and hunger had won, and so he peeked his head into the bar, hoping to be reassured that all his friends were still alive.
Who wants to disappoint him?
gramarye1971[OOM: A brief business call - London, April 1925]
*Merriman is seated near to the bar, keeping one eye on the door leading outside and the other on the newspaper in front of him. A parcel, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, is on the table beside his glass of brandy.*
*Merriman is seated near to the bar, keeping one eye on the door leading outside and the other on the newspaper in front of him. A parcel, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, is on the table beside his glass of brandy.*
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:34 pmhighflyin-scott.livejournal.comNathan enters the bar, basketball under his arm. He takes a seat at a table. Immediately he leans over, idly dribbling the ball in a V between his hands. He occasionally glances at where the door should be, waiting to be able to see it again.
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:38 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith has wandered back into the bar, and is sitting in a corner booth, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels and radiating guilt and misery.
Er...come chat?
Er...come chat?
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Apr. 24th, 2005 11:51 pmtoddbaby.livejournal.comOnce a common, nearly perpetual sight in the bar, the young man who slips casually in the front door is but a stranger here now. The slight smile on his nice pink lips seems to indicate that he's fine with that. In his varsity jacket, tight jeans and blue and gold Nikes, he's just another teenaged boy from the '70s who has once again "found" himself in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.
He takes himself over to the bar, relaxing upon a stool and crossing his legs in a boyish way, elbows leaned back on the counter. His mouth opens suddenly as he blows a sizable bubble made of chewing gum. It pops without sticking to his face whatsoever.
He takes himself over to the bar, relaxing upon a stool and crossing his legs in a boyish way, elbows leaned back on the counter. His mouth opens suddenly as he blows a sizable bubble made of chewing gum. It pops without sticking to his face whatsoever.
