Apr. 26th, 2005
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shelley_winters[OOC: After Shelley discovers she is stronger than normal, she prepares to run away from where she has been living. *Gratuitously uses skimpy icon*]
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no-prisoner.livejournal.com[OOC: OOM.]
Eddie and Susannah enter the bar, looking somber, and head towards the door. Eddie has a thick white bandage wrapped around his head; it is faintly red in a spot just over his right eye.
"I'm not sure what'll happen," he says gently. "Just keep playing. Whatever you do... keep playing."
Susannah nods and raises an intricately carved wooden recorder to her lips, and begins to play.
As soon as she does, Eddie feels... thin. Less real, as if Milliways is just a set he struts against. Todashness. He hopes it's what he's supposed to feel.
He opens the door and steps out... and his body crumples in the doorway, falling to the ground. Susannah starts, tears springing in her eyes, but she doesn't stop.
[OOC: Slowtimed.]
Eddie and Susannah enter the bar, looking somber, and head towards the door. Eddie has a thick white bandage wrapped around his head; it is faintly red in a spot just over his right eye.
"I'm not sure what'll happen," he says gently. "Just keep playing. Whatever you do... keep playing."
Susannah nods and raises an intricately carved wooden recorder to her lips, and begins to play.
As soon as she does, Eddie feels... thin. Less real, as if Milliways is just a set he struts against. Todashness. He hopes it's what he's supposed to feel.
He opens the door and steps out... and his body crumples in the doorway, falling to the ground. Susannah starts, tears springing in her eyes, but she doesn't stop.
[OOC: Slowtimed.]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:58 amezekiel-36-27.livejournal.comZeke.
Bar.
Beer.
Grin.
Duuuuuuuude, you know you want to poke the dead man.
Bar.
Beer.
Grin.
Duuuuuuuude, you know you want to poke the dead man.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:17 ammaking-trouble.livejournal.comA large black and tan dog bounds through the front door. She stops to shake water from her coat, splashing anyone nearby.
She looks around, eyes bright with interest. The question at hand: Who will feed her?
She looks around, eyes bright with interest. The question at hand: Who will feed her?
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:21 amriver_meimeiRiver pulls Simon through the door by the hand. She's frowning, intent; he's following, bewildered.
"No, now!" she's saying, as she steps into the bar, frustrated. "Has to be now. Has to work right!"
"No, now!" she's saying, as she steps into the bar, frustrated. "Has to be now. Has to work right!"
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:30 amprince-sadi.livejournal.comDaemon's in the bar, sipping at a cup of coffee. Because while customs may vary, caffeine addicts are universal.
He seems to have gotten over his confusion, or at least put it aside, and is looking about with an air of mingled curiousity and wariness.
He seems to have gotten over his confusion, or at least put it aside, and is looking about with an air of mingled curiousity and wariness.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:17 amangelus-amadeo.livejournal.comEnter Richard, Amadeo and Joshua in 'Deo's arms. Richard has a baby bag slung over his shoulder, and Joshua has his wee hands wrapped around 'Deos finger.
Come say hello to the happy family as they sit in a booth to relax and feed thebebbe baby.
Come say hello to the happy family as they sit in a booth to relax and feed the
Barry and Ray Talk After the War
Apr. 26th, 2005 07:09 amsilverageflash.livejournal.comIt's the first time Barry has entered the bar since everything came down. He spent Sunday sleeping, letting his exhuasted body and his exhausted mind heal as best as possible. Miraculously, he didn't dream about Tim or the rest.
Monday, he just spent by himself, trying to make sense of it. It wasn't till late in the day that he realized how little he remembered of the scene. And that he had no idea if Tim's death meant the posse had failed, or that Tim had done as Barry once did and made the ulitmate sacrifice to save the world.
And so Barry came downstairs, hungry and sad and angry and confused, and ordered a bowl of oatmeal the way his father-in-law used to make it, and then found his way to the fireplace, to think and find cherished friends and make sense of it all yet again.
[ooc: Mun is online for three hours now, and then likely to be offline while he enjoys a day off.]
Monday, he just spent by himself, trying to make sense of it. It wasn't till late in the day that he realized how little he remembered of the scene. And that he had no idea if Tim's death meant the posse had failed, or that Tim had done as Barry once did and made the ulitmate sacrifice to save the world.
And so Barry came downstairs, hungry and sad and angry and confused, and ordered a bowl of oatmeal the way his father-in-law used to make it, and then found his way to the fireplace, to think and find cherished friends and make sense of it all yet again.
[ooc: Mun is online for three hours now, and then likely to be offline while he enjoys a day off.]
Breakfast at Milliways.
Apr. 26th, 2005 08:30 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard walks in, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron. About every five minutes, he goes back to the front door and peeks out.
"What'll it be?"
"What'll it be?"
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:52 amgone_byebye[OOM: Ray updates his journal right after returning from the Otherwar and the next day.]
Morning is bad. Especially when royally messed-up REM sleep and an unhappy circadian rhythm have your body insisting that it's actually mid-afternoon. Ray plodges out from his rooms with a distinctly disgruntled expression and drops his bank card on the bar.
"You were able to reproduce my favorite dim sum place pretty well as I recall," he says, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Can you do something from the menu from the restaurant 'Chengdu 22', in Springfield, New Jersey? The Chinese-language menu, for preference."
There is a moment's thoughtful nothing. Then there is a steaming bowl of something that looks like beef and sliced onions and celery, once you get past the layer of red pepper flakes. The literal layer. It's a stratum that's a good eighth of an inch thick, possibly a bit more. Also, there's an oversized tumbler of what looks like green tea. And chopsticks.
"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."
Now to find a place to sit. (And, perhaps, be interrupted by people, since conversation is generally a Good Thing in his book.)
Morning is bad. Especially when royally messed-up REM sleep and an unhappy circadian rhythm have your body insisting that it's actually mid-afternoon. Ray plodges out from his rooms with a distinctly disgruntled expression and drops his bank card on the bar.
"You were able to reproduce my favorite dim sum place pretty well as I recall," he says, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "Can you do something from the menu from the restaurant 'Chengdu 22', in Springfield, New Jersey? The Chinese-language menu, for preference."
There is a moment's thoughtful nothing. Then there is a steaming bowl of something that looks like beef and sliced onions and celery, once you get past the layer of red pepper flakes. The literal layer. It's a stratum that's a good eighth of an inch thick, possibly a bit more. Also, there's an oversized tumbler of what looks like green tea. And chopsticks.
"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."
Now to find a place to sit. (And, perhaps, be interrupted by people, since conversation is generally a Good Thing in his book.)
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Apr. 26th, 2005 09:58 amlvpd_sidleSara is writing in her notebook. Her face is much calmer, and the bruises are fading.
From too much love of living
From hope and fear set free
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever Gods may be
That no life lives forever
That dead men rise up never
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea
- Swinburn
"Pax vobiscum, Tim. Pax vobiscum."
From too much love of living
From hope and fear set free
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever Gods may be
That no life lives forever
That dead men rise up never
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea
- Swinburn
"Pax vobiscum, Tim. Pax vobiscum."
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:02 amabotticellilady.livejournal.comBianca slips in and walks over to the Bar.
"If you see Richard or Armand, could you please give this to them? Thank you, my lady." Dropping a little curtsey to the bar, the blonde vampire slips back out again.
"If you see Richard or Armand, could you please give this to them? Thank you, my lady." Dropping a little curtsey to the bar, the blonde vampire slips back out again.
doc-venkman.livejournal.comIt seemed a typical (read: late morning, early afternoon) morning at the converted firehouse, the Ghostbusters HQ for Dr. Venkman. Peter threw some clothes on, and opened the door to head to the bathroom for his normal routine. Only the door didn't lead to the bathroom.
Peter, only being semi-awake, didn't realize this fact until after the door closed behind him. He squinted a bit, wondering why the tiny bathroom with the cracked tiles on the floor now looked like a semi-spacious bar. He yawned a little, figuring he was dreaming. Seemed pretty real though. Eh, what the hell, seems like it might be a good dream at least. That would be a plus.
((wanted to get my initial post in as soon as got approved, so here for a little while.
Pete's mun got a test in about a half-hour, and will be back in a few hours.))
Peter, only being semi-awake, didn't realize this fact until after the door closed behind him. He squinted a bit, wondering why the tiny bathroom with the cracked tiles on the floor now looked like a semi-spacious bar. He yawned a little, figuring he was dreaming. Seemed pretty real though. Eh, what the hell, seems like it might be a good dream at least. That would be a plus.
((wanted to get my initial post in as soon as got approved, so here for a little while.
Pete's mun got a test in about a half-hour, and will be back in a few hours.))
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:29 amthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard's in the bar.
He stops by breakfast to speak to Richard, then continues over to Aziraphael's table.
His expression is distinctly somber.*
He stops by breakfast to speak to Richard, then continues over to Aziraphael's table.
His expression is distinctly somber.*
nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com(OOM: Regrouping)
Ace comes in from her wandering and walks to the Bar. After a moment's consideration, she places her order: A mug of cocoa, a plate of toast, a pen, and paper. As she eats a real meal for the first time in days, she writes. The last bit of toast gets dunked into the cocoa, absent-mindedly, as she writes the last line and signs her name. The plate disappears, and a thumb-tack takes its place. She tacks her note up on the board, then goes to take her place by the fire, taking her cocoa with her.
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Ace comes in from her wandering and walks to the Bar. After a moment's consideration, she places her order: A mug of cocoa, a plate of toast, a pen, and paper. As she eats a real meal for the first time in days, she writes. The last bit of toast gets dunked into the cocoa, absent-mindedly, as she writes the last line and signs her name. The plate disappears, and a thumb-tack takes its place. She tacks her note up on the board, then goes to take her place by the fire, taking her cocoa with her.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:52 amtweak-ears.livejournal.comKagome has been in her time too long. We need to find the jewel shards! I'm goin' after her and bringin' her back. She can sit me all she wants.
A tall, white haired, dog eared young man jumps down the ancient dried up well . . .
And emerges in a place he has never seen before.
"What the hell?!" His hands immediately reach for his sword, his ears twitching erratically.
A tall, white haired, dog eared young man jumps down the ancient dried up well . . .
And emerges in a place he has never seen before.
"What the hell?!" His hands immediately reach for his sword, his ears twitching erratically.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 12:23 pmmnt_mikeIt's just not going to happen. He's not going to stay up in the apartment any longer. He needs air. Needs to get out. Needs...to do something. And it was with just that in mind that Mike told Indy he was going to take a nap, but instead of hobbling to his room, he used his stealth training to escape out the front door.
But let's be honest here, one can only be stealthy so long when one's leg is in a cast. Which explains why there's a loud thumping as he descends the stairs to the main bar.
The burns look better, the ribs cause an occasional wince, and the leg is most certainly casted.
"Fuck it."
He grits his teeth as he leans forward. Palms now on the floor, weight now transferred, he walks on his hands over to an empty table.
But let's be honest here, one can only be stealthy so long when one's leg is in a cast. Which explains why there's a loud thumping as he descends the stairs to the main bar.
The burns look better, the ribs cause an occasional wince, and the leg is most certainly casted.
"Fuck it."
He grits his teeth as he leans forward. Palms now on the floor, weight now transferred, he walks on his hands over to an empty table.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 12:26 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com((OOM: Somewhere in the DCU, there are thoughts. ))
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Apr. 26th, 2005 12:43 pmiustus_rexEdmund is once again downstairs with sketchbook and tea and an empty plate of something that was probably food at some point.
He's looking around, sketching things and people idly.
He's looking around, sketching things and people idly.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:03 pmwellthrownstone.livejournal.com*Garion trots downstairs with a wide grin*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:13 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.comA black lady in a ninja wheelchair stealths out into the bar, leaves a folded note with Bar, and stealths away.
( Bernard )
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:31 pmhighflyin-scott.livejournal.comNathan walks down into the bar, basketball under his arm, just because he feels more comfortable that way. Some kids have blankies, and apparently Nathan has his ball. He's looking around for Garion but is willing to talk to anyone. Come ask him about his ball, or tell him he's cute, or some other such thing.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:32 pmmilliways_sawyerSawyer strolls downstairs looking freshly showered. Hopefully, he smells freshly showered, too. Otherwise, it was pretty much a big waste of time.
He's planning on making a quick visit back to the island to check on Jaina, but first he needs some food and possibly something to drink.
He's planning on making a quick visit back to the island to check on Jaina, but first he needs some food and possibly something to drink.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:38 pmgoddess-virlomi.livejournal.com[OOM: Virlomi decides it's time to reinvent herself.]
And so here she ended up, in front of a not-so-intimidating bar. She'd never expected to end up somewhere that provided for social interaction, but Brahma knew she had to get out and try to prove herself.
Brahma. The name brought a sad smile to her face--the IF had frowned upon organised religions but she had learned quite a bit from her time in her motherland India. It also brought a moment of guilt to her again which she quickly shook off. She walked inside, small bag on her shoulder, sitting down at the Bar.
[OOC: edited because yeah, Virlomi wants play. Her mun should be around til 9 EST or so.]
And so here she ended up, in front of a not-so-intimidating bar. She'd never expected to end up somewhere that provided for social interaction, but Brahma knew she had to get out and try to prove herself.
Brahma. The name brought a sad smile to her face--the IF had frowned upon organised religions but she had learned quite a bit from her time in her motherland India. It also brought a moment of guilt to her again which she quickly shook off. She walked inside, small bag on her shoulder, sitting down at the Bar.
[OOC: edited because yeah, Virlomi wants play. Her mun should be around til 9 EST or so.]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:47 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael is sitting in a booth, with an assortment of small rocks on the table in front of him, and one in his hand.
He seems to be trying to change their colour or material with his powers, experimentally.
He seems to be trying to change their colour or material with his powers, experimentally.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 01:57 pma-fell.livejournal.com*Aziraphael comes into the bar. He has, as usual, a book under his arm, and he settles into a corner with a cup of tea.
But he'd really appreciate being interrupted*
But he'd really appreciate being interrupted*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:08 pmthe_seafarerOOM
The place he has stepped into certainly doesn't look like anything he's ever seen before. There are people there dressed in the way the Pevensies and Eustace often were when they came into Narnia, but then there were men and women with swords and tunics, not unlike him.
Curious, Caspian steps futher into the room.
King Caspian X, welcome to Milliway's.
The place he has stepped into certainly doesn't look like anything he's ever seen before. There are people there dressed in the way the Pevensies and Eustace often were when they came into Narnia, but then there were men and women with swords and tunics, not unlike him.
Curious, Caspian steps futher into the room.
King Caspian X, welcome to Milliway's.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:43 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith is in the bar, on the piano. Whatever problems she may have had with feeling the music she plays, they're not in evidence now - the piece she's playing is slow, heartbreakingly sad, and it's obvious she's feeling every note.
Feel free to come try to cheer her up...or, you know, yell at her for being depressing.
Feel free to come try to cheer her up...or, you know, yell at her for being depressing.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:44 pmballetrat*Faint sound of gunshots, again, from out back.
There's no real reason to practice now - after all, the war is over.
There's no real reason not to, either. Because wars never end forever.
So Meg is back in her tree. And the log below her has just been declared Public Enemy Number One.*
There's no real reason to practice now - after all, the war is over.
There's no real reason not to, either. Because wars never end forever.
So Meg is back in her tree. And the log below her has just been declared Public Enemy Number One.*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 02:53 pmbythebrook.livejournal.comOphelia took a couple days in her bower - good for her - but now she's back in her booth, still waiting for Fleur, flowers not in evidence.
She isn't up for approaching people (rough week, rough life, rough death, whatever) but she's friendly enough. Come say hi.
She isn't up for approaching people (rough week, rough life, rough death, whatever) but she's friendly enough. Come say hi.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:07 pmfrankly-mydear1.livejournal.comRhett struts in, usual cigar in hand.
He orders a scotch and sits at an empty booth.
He wears an amused expression on his face. He is approachable.
He orders a scotch and sits at an empty booth.
He wears an amused expression on his face. He is approachable.
prone-to-panic.livejournal.comThere's an Archie in the bar looking, well, Archie-licious. He's in search of tea and good company.
Come talk to him.
Come talk to him.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:31 pmhalf-giant.livejournal.comHagrid has been sleeping a lot. A result, he thinks of the recent blood loss during the battle. He feels better, now, at least in body, and stops in at the bar carrying a giant (or half-giant) sized golden battle axe with him.
It occurs to him that the axe, being gold and all, it might might acceptable payment toward his tab, but he thinks he'll take a look around and ask Bernard first, if he's around.
He intends to go out in a while and tend his pumpkin patch, but for now, he's going to enjoy a snack.
He goes to Bar and asks politely, "Could I have some tea and biscuits, please?"
Bar doesn't disappoint.
{ooc: Mun will be around unto around 5 pm MST, then it gets iffy)
It occurs to him that the axe, being gold and all, it might might acceptable payment toward his tab, but he thinks he'll take a look around and ask Bernard first, if he's around.
He intends to go out in a while and tend his pumpkin patch, but for now, he's going to enjoy a snack.
He goes to Bar and asks politely, "Could I have some tea and biscuits, please?"
Bar doesn't disappoint.
{ooc: Mun will be around unto around 5 pm MST, then it gets iffy)
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:34 pmfallen-april.livejournal.com[OOM: April gets a room and gives herself a makeover.]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:38 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy is sitting on the grass outside. There's a tiny shred of napkin caught on a twig on the ground next to her, and she's gazing thoughtfully at it. That's about all she's doing.
[Summary. How did it get so big? Dina and Anthy discuss terrorism; Ophelia gives Anthy swimming lessons; Anthy promises to bring Ludo fruit; Anthy meets Guppy's kitten; and Alanna is a giant freak.]
[Summary. How did it get so big? Dina and Anthy discuss terrorism; Ophelia gives Anthy swimming lessons; Anthy promises to bring Ludo fruit; Anthy meets Guppy's kitten; and Alanna is a giant freak.]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 03:55 pmnita_callahanShe didn't dream. And no one she didn't want to see showed up.
Nita's feeling practically chipper. She's curled up in an armchair by the fire, reading her Poetry book.
[OOC: At karate class, BBL.]
Nita's feeling practically chipper. She's curled up in an armchair by the fire, reading her Poetry book.
[OOC: At karate class, BBL.]
Meet Biff.
Apr. 26th, 2005 03:55 pmbuddyofchrist.livejournal.comooc:Biff talks harlots, rules, and religion with Virlomi, and harlots, best friends, and jobs with Ron.
So, a Jew walks into a bar . . .
Then he frowns, looks around, and says in a most accusatory tone, "This isn't the Baby Buddha!"
So, a Jew walks into a bar . . .
Then he frowns, looks around, and says in a most accusatory tone, "This isn't the Baby Buddha!"
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Apr. 26th, 2005 04:15 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_hyperthetical/[OOC: PRE-MILLIWAYS]
A vaguely unclean-looking man enters the bar. He pulls out a carton of smokes from his pocket and lights one, then looks around.
"Damn Tim's back yard sure has changed a lot."
Milliways, meet Ryan Beckwith.
[ooc:dinner, be back in a few minutes. back!]
A vaguely unclean-looking man enters the bar. He pulls out a carton of smokes from his pocket and lights one, then looks around.
"Damn Tim's back yard sure has changed a lot."
Milliways, meet Ryan Beckwith.
[ooc:
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Apr. 26th, 2005 04:20 pmmilliways_sawyerSometime after this conversation with Nathan, Sawyer decides it's a good time to go see how Jaina's doing.
He opens the door... and doesn't see her anywhere around. He steps fully outside and, as the door closes behind him, starts calling out her name.
He opens the door... and doesn't see her anywhere around. He steps fully outside and, as the door closes behind him, starts calling out her name.
Good golly, it's Molly
Apr. 26th, 2005 04:36 pmgaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com Pre-Milliways
Molly O'Reilly blinked when she could see again. She appeared to be in a restaurant/pub somewhere.
The flowers were still swirling, albeit gently onto her face, hair and clothes. She stared down at the letter. He couldn't have caused this, could he?
She couldn't help calling out, her Irish accent flavoring her tones, "Tim?"
((OOC: I know, poor girl's in for a very rude awakening in a few moments... In more ways than one.))
((OOC Summary: Molly O' Reilly arrives in Milliways, briefly meets and startles Mike, talks with Ace about Tim, and then has an informative and touching chat with Warren about Tim. Oh, and a brief moment to insult the egotistical, newly arrived Gaston.))
Molly O'Reilly blinked when she could see again. She appeared to be in a restaurant/pub somewhere.
The flowers were still swirling, albeit gently onto her face, hair and clothes. She stared down at the letter. He couldn't have caused this, could he?
She couldn't help calling out, her Irish accent flavoring her tones, "Tim?"
((OOC: I know, poor girl's in for a very rude awakening in a few moments... In more ways than one.))
((OOC Summary: Molly O' Reilly arrives in Milliways, briefly meets and startles Mike, talks with Ace about Tim, and then has an informative and touching chat with Warren about Tim. Oh, and a brief moment to insult the egotistical, newly arrived Gaston.))
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Apr. 26th, 2005 04:47 pmterroristlady.livejournal.com[ Pre-Milliways WITH "24" SEASON 4 SPOILERS (OH NOES) ]
Dina feels herself fall on hard, cold ground. The room around her is cold, and gray. Before her is a door leading to…somewhere. It’s the only door in the room.
If this is her fate, she had no choice but to accept it.
Dina stands up and opens the door, expecting…
…anything but a bar.
She stands by the doorway, confused.
“My God, where am I?”
[ For the Millichannel Summarizer: Although this is an entry post, there's a lot of plotishness going on: Tony greets Dina, who tells him a lie about his future. She later tells a different, more realistic story to Jack, who is still suspicious. She also meets Guppy. ]
Dina feels herself fall on hard, cold ground. The room around her is cold, and gray. Before her is a door leading to…somewhere. It’s the only door in the room.
If this is her fate, she had no choice but to accept it.
Dina stands up and opens the door, expecting…
…anything but a bar.
She stands by the doorway, confused.
“My God, where am I?”
[ For the Millichannel Summarizer: Although this is an entry post, there's a lot of plotishness going on: Tony greets Dina, who tells him a lie about his future. She later tells a different, more realistic story to Jack, who is still suspicious. She also meets Guppy. ]
Summary in content
Apr. 26th, 2005 04:51 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comOOM: Room #113. Svava Dreams.
Down from the guest rooms.
...
In a nightgown, hair loose, and blanket wrapped around herself. Eyes dark, and skin pale. Biting her lip, she sinks into the nearest booth, and orders- not a hot chocolate, but an herbal tisane from a wait rat when one wanders by.
Svava's trying not to shiver. Really, its not that cool in here.
Summary: Svava comes down after a bad dream. Ace checks to see if she's alright and they talk about fate and warnings. Archie also comes over, and they talk about the dream in which Svava saw him die. (slowtime). Ray also approaches and asks Svava why she killed Tim. She explains the plan to him, and the discussion moves to other worlds and maps. (slowtime/pause) Ryo comes over as well, and is cute and comforting, even when she turns into a toddler and sings in Japanese to Svava. Much cute.
Down from the guest rooms.
...
In a nightgown, hair loose, and blanket wrapped around herself. Eyes dark, and skin pale. Biting her lip, she sinks into the nearest booth, and orders- not a hot chocolate, but an herbal tisane from a wait rat when one wanders by.
Svava's trying not to shiver. Really, its not that cool in here.
Summary: Svava comes down after a bad dream. Ace checks to see if she's alright and they talk about fate and warnings. Archie also comes over, and they talk about the dream in which Svava saw him die. (slowtime). Ray also approaches and asks Svava why she killed Tim. She explains the plan to him, and the discussion moves to other worlds and maps. (slowtime/pause) Ryo comes over as well, and is cute and comforting, even when she turns into a toddler and sings in Japanese to Svava. Much cute.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 04:59 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine, happy and contented with life (or death, as the case may be), is sitting in the bar in an overstuffed chair by the fire, embroidering, with her feet tucked up under her. She has a lily woven into a side braid of her hair. She can smell it as she sits and sews.
There is a glass of water on the table beside her, and her project is of roses and lilies.
There is a glass of water on the table beside her, and her project is of roses and lilies.
Petunia and Lily reunite
Apr. 26th, 2005 05:48 pmnot-like-lilly.livejournal.com*Petunia's in the bar, finishing off the sweater and feeling much better since she took a vial of something the bar gave her*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 06:04 pmbackwardname.livejournal.com[ Note: Continued from here. ]
... but when Campbell and Judge emerge from the room, the place is most definitely not his inner office.
He walks back through the door, to outside, where he's back in his inner room.
He opens the door again and walks straight back into Milliways Bar.
And then the door vanishes completely, apparently peeved with the way Campbell's been walking back and forth.
He grips Judge's collar tighter, just staring. If Campbell Alexander was ever one to gape, he would be, but gaping is not his thing ... so he's just staring at the wallspace where there was once a door, looking significantly traumatized.
edit for the purpose of Meg, below :)
Judge, useful as he is, senses Something. This Something, in this case, is likely to be that Campbell shouldn't be surrounded by the crowd he hasn't yet noticed in this state. He might explode.
So without letting his semi-stunned keeper protest, the Doberman Pinscher on a harness tugs him outside in the general direction of the lake.
... but when Campbell and Judge emerge from the room, the place is most definitely not his inner office.
He walks back through the door, to outside, where he's back in his inner room.
He opens the door again and walks straight back into Milliways Bar.
And then the door vanishes completely, apparently peeved with the way Campbell's been walking back and forth.
He grips Judge's collar tighter, just staring. If Campbell Alexander was ever one to gape, he would be, but gaping is not his thing ... so he's just staring at the wallspace where there was once a door, looking significantly traumatized.
edit for the purpose of Meg, below :)
Judge, useful as he is, senses Something. This Something, in this case, is likely to be that Campbell shouldn't be surrounded by the crowd he hasn't yet noticed in this state. He might explode.
So without letting his semi-stunned keeper protest, the Doberman Pinscher on a harness tugs him outside in the general direction of the lake.
apureparagon.livejournal.com( Out by the lake.. )The door from the Lake burst open and hit the wall with a bang as a strapping man, sopping wet and confused-looking walked into the room. He had to duck to fit through the doorframe.
Then…because he was Gaston, and because he had to announce that he was gracing this establishment with his presence, he shouted, in a booming, manly voice:
"I am Gaston! I'm sure you're honored to have me grace this establishment with my presence and I'd appreciate it if someone fed me and gave me dry clothes!"
Then, seeing the inhabitants of the bar, he froze and stared.
And started to sing:
Just my luck, a giant squid!
Is that a talking cat?
Perhaps I should have just hid.
Some undisclosed animal resident of the bar crapped on him from the rafters.
He was disgusted. Or maybe worn a hat!
I just don't understand this!
Could I be going mad?
The ground is pretty hard to miss
(A moat is pretty hard to miss)
Well, maybe I'll -- EGADS!
Is that a talking rabbit?
Does she have purple hair?
I just did what I thought best.
There's crazy people! Everywhere!
How do I get out of this meeeeeesss?
The chorus started.
I am so handsome and manly
If I stay here I won't be the same.
My glorious greatness yill just go to waste,
It really is a dirty shame!
"I wonder why I feel...the sudden desire...to wear a tutu..."
He looked at the people in the bar, waiting for them to pick up the chorus: He's so handsome, and manly...
But no one sang. Gaston looked around in confusion. "Where am I?"
[OOC: Shati helped me write the song, for she is genius.
Summary: Gaston Entrance Threadzilla: Gaston comes into Milliways, singing; meets Biff, buddy of Christ; chooses Hermione as the new focal point of his obsession with Belle (uh oh); gets a drink poured on him by Marrow; insults and gets slapped by Ace; is asked if he's a relative of Lockhart by very skeptical Hagrid, who shows intense curiosity about the nature of the Beast; gets insulted by Molly; tells Clarice her profession isn't proper for women; gets pointed in Faith's direction by Petunia and encouraged to try to beat her up; and gets insulted by Karr, who Gaston thinks is a possessed object. Whoo.]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 06:14 pmdanny-taylor.livejournal.comDanny strolled into the bar for the first time with his characteristically cocky smirk firmly in place. As he sat down at an empty table, his eyes were drifting over the figures at the bar; constant appraisal of the environment he was in was an instinct, after years as an FBI field agent. After a moment he relaxed into his chair, fingers drumming on the table-edge, wondering vaguely if anyone would talk to him, or if he'd have to make the effort for himself.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 06:15 pmno-more-chianti.livejournal.com[OOM: Clarice leaves Bigby a note detailing what she's been up to with Lecter and Wolf.]
frizz-frazzle.livejournal.comThere is a squealing of tires from outside the bar, followed by a tremendous CRASH.
Several minutes later, a vivacious redhead in a dress covered with palm trees enters. She looks cheerful but discombobulated. There is a lizard perched on her shoulder.
After looking around for a moment, she declares, "So this is what happens when you pass through a black hole!"
Enter Ms. Frizzle.
Several minutes later, a vivacious redhead in a dress covered with palm trees enters. She looks cheerful but discombobulated. There is a lizard perched on her shoulder.
After looking around for a moment, she declares, "So this is what happens when you pass through a black hole!"
Enter Ms. Frizzle.
Ali G iz in da Bar, aiii?
Apr. 26th, 2005 06:41 pmstaines-mp.livejournal.comThe door opens and in stumbles a tall man wearing heaps of bling that almost obstruct the “West Side” emblazoned on his bright yellow shirt and with his equally bright yellow pants around his ankles. He quickly glances around the room with a horrified look on his face.
“Dis iz well bad”
His face brightens as he sees the sign to the bathroom, and he begins to waddle towards it as fast as he can.
Gone for a little while, be back at about 10 central time.
“Dis iz well bad”
His face brightens as he sees the sign to the bathroom, and he begins to waddle towards it as fast as he can.
Gone for a little while, be back at about 10 central time.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 06:49 pmforsaken-bard.livejournal.comAsmodean is leaning against the bar playing his harp. The tune is a dance in a minor key. He does not seem to be particularly unhappy.
He is carefully surveying the bar.
He is carefully surveying the bar.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 06:56 pmhow-pathetic.livejournal.comSesshoumaru comes walking along and notices his stupid half brother Inuyasha jump down a well to go to see a girl from the future. He shakes his head at his brother and how pathetic he is for falling in love with a human girl. Sesshoumaru walks over to the well after he notices that Inuyasha went in and disappear. He finds it weird that he could do that but the jewel helps him go to the other world. Sesshoumaru gets a weird thought going through his mind and jumps into the well to see if he might be able to get to the other side.
He looks around him thinking about what he is seeing as he takes a step forward into the milliways bar. He is just saying to himself, "Where in all hells am I?"
He looks around him thinking about what he is seeing as he takes a step forward into the milliways bar. He is just saying to himself, "Where in all hells am I?"
the_antiangstAngel's on one of the couches by the fireplace, writing in his notebook. From the looks of things, he's been at it for a while.
He could probably use an interruption.
(OOC: Between homework and le tired, replies may be slow, but they'll be there eventually.)
He could probably use an interruption.
(OOC: Between homework and le tired, replies may be slow, but they'll be there eventually.)
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Apr. 26th, 2005 07:14 pmfriggin-gift.livejournal.comBoone comes downstairs holding his head. He obtains a glass of water and some aspirin from the bar and proceeds to go sit in a dark booth and rub his temples.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 07:18 pmprototype-karr.livejournal.comKARR's in the bar yet again, and he seems to be a better mood than he's been in weeks. His scanner moves swiftly from side to side, gleaming yellow, and he navigates around chairs and patrons easily, rarely bumping into anything. It seems like all that chair-dodging practice has started to pay off. He pauses for a moment, his scanner still moving rapidly as he goes on the hunt for anything particularly interesting.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 07:36 pmballetrat*Meg heads into the bar from out back, picking twigs absently out of her hair with bark-scratched palms as she goes, and sits down at the counter to clean her gun off. It's nearly ritual, by now.*
mogget_cat*Yrael slinks into the bar from the back corridor, smiling to himself. Bar is completely passed up as the not'cat heads to the sofa before the fireplace.*
*Someone pet the pretty kitty that is curled up on the back of the sofa. Lookit, it's cute!*
*Someone pet the pretty kitty that is curled up on the back of the sofa. Lookit, it's cute!*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 07:56 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/The War Against the Carrots
Is waged in the hearts of Cabbits
Is waged in the hearts of Cabbits
slayer_frayThe last time Mel was in the bar, she was unconscious and bleeding profusely from four bullet wounds while a friend was having his throat cut a few yards away.
That was three days ago. Now she's not really limping, just walking a little stiffly, and her right arm is a sling. The more observant of you may notice that there's nothing on her back.
Her expression is perhaps more unreadable than normal as she picks up a bowl full of chocolate ice cream and a bottle of whiskey and heads straight to a booth, where she looks at them both.
That was three days ago. Now she's not really limping, just walking a little stiffly, and her right arm is a sling. The more observant of you may notice that there's nothing on her back.
Her expression is perhaps more unreadable than normal as she picks up a bowl full of chocolate ice cream and a bottle of whiskey and heads straight to a booth, where she looks at them both.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:11 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/Lady Death floats down the stairs with Zedd next to her. They go to the counter en route to their favorite table, to order food.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:22 pmnot_that_spikeEnough fucking anguish.
Spike stops at the bar to get a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, then claims his usual table by the fire.
He doesn't do that shit where you close your eyes and try to feel the presence of the deceased; he believes that when someone's gone, they're gone. But he will drink to Joe.
Once Beth gets here, that is. He removes one cigarette from the pack and sets the rest of it on the table, lights his smoke, and throws the lighter on top of the pack. He leans back, feet up, watching the fire.
But not really.
He's watching for someone. Someone special. Beside her, everybody else pales.
Spike stops at the bar to get a bottle of wine and 2 glasses, then claims his usual table by the fire.
He doesn't do that shit where you close your eyes and try to feel the presence of the deceased; he believes that when someone's gone, they're gone. But he will drink to Joe.
Once Beth gets here, that is. He removes one cigarette from the pack and sets the rest of it on the table, lights his smoke, and throws the lighter on top of the pack. He leans back, feet up, watching the fire.
But not really.
He's watching for someone. Someone special. Beside her, everybody else pales.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:24 pmdoc-venkman.livejournal.comPeter sat down by the Bar with a lot to think about. This was going to take some getting used to.
((OOC Summary: Peter arrives in Milliways, meets up with Ray, compares notes, and meets Ryo-oh-ki.))
((OOC Summary: Peter arrives in Milliways, meets up with Ray, compares notes, and meets Ryo-oh-ki.))
pee-jee.livejournal.comPeeJee's in the bar. Really, what better way to unwind after work and shopping with Aubrey, which is usually a brainbreaker?
She looks fairly relaxed.
But then she has no idea Tim's dead, either.
She looks fairly relaxed.
But then she has no idea Tim's dead, either.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:43 pmsmallestopener*Ingress bounds into the bar. She has a bunch of dandelions in her hair. They are wilting quickly, but they look very festive. She has her carry case with glitter crayons and paper. Just right for drawing missing squid signs.*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 08:46 pmyoung_tmriddle*Tom follows Ingress in. He just might have a dandelion in his hair, as well. Must've missed at least one since the afternoon walk and subsequent bedecking with flowers in the meadow. He heads for the bar and a scotch.*
Julie Cooper Nichol enters the bar....
Apr. 26th, 2005 08:51 pmladycooper.livejournal.comPre Milliways
Julie Cooper Nichol's eyes scan around over the shapes and forms of her new surrounding,
"Well this is not the bathroom!" she says to some random figure nearby. She feels like she's seeing things as she watches the faces of people near by her. Her head shakes slightly at her silliness and begins to laugh.
*Am I high?*
She pops open her mirror compact and powders her nose, slowly realizing that she doesn't much care if she is intoxicated or not because to her a bar is a bar and all she wants right now is another drink.
She takes the barstool in front of her and watches what's happening around her.
[ooc: Feel free to come chat! Julie is all shiny and new to the Milliways bar!]
Julie Cooper Nichol's eyes scan around over the shapes and forms of her new surrounding,
"Well this is not the bathroom!" she says to some random figure nearby. She feels like she's seeing things as she watches the faces of people near by her. Her head shakes slightly at her silliness and begins to laugh.
*Am I high?*
She pops open her mirror compact and powders her nose, slowly realizing that she doesn't much care if she is intoxicated or not because to her a bar is a bar and all she wants right now is another drink.
She takes the barstool in front of her and watches what's happening around her.
[ooc: Feel free to come chat! Julie is all shiny and new to the Milliways bar!]
Happy hour.
Apr. 26th, 2005 08:56 pmcollects_earsGeorge walks behind the bar, whistling to himself. After nearly four weeks away, it's good to be back behind the counter.
He announces to the bar, "Tonight's specials are; sloppy joes, fried cottage cheese perogies, chicken fajitas, and green tea ice cream. Tonight's drinks are: raspberry cordial, Red Hurricane and Red Royal."
"What'll it be?"
He announces to the bar, "Tonight's specials are; sloppy joes, fried cottage cheese perogies, chicken fajitas, and green tea ice cream. Tonight's drinks are: raspberry cordial, Red Hurricane and Red Royal."
"What'll it be?"
summary below. . .
Apr. 26th, 2005 09:14 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comClaire comes down into the bar, a squirming baby cradled against her shoulder. She looks better rested than the past few days and because of this, her face is scrubbed free of makeup. She looks like a teenager.
She gets some tea and cinnamon toast from the bar and heads over to a booth close to the fire. People sitting near her might hear her telling Seth a story about a witch who cast a spell on a princess so that she slept for a hundred years.
She's watched Sleeping Beauty a few times this week.
[[ooc: I'm pretty sure all of these have moved into slowtime, so here's a summary of the very plotty threads below: Claire does her best to comfort Ace while Seth begins to exhibit a different. . . power. It's kind of creepy, but unintentionally so. Claire and Nathan define their relationship and Claire's relationship with Sawyer, without ever really defining anything. Snow leads Claire to realize she isn't in love with Charlie. And Shock wants to dress Seth like a vampire, which isn't really plotty, but you never know.]]
She gets some tea and cinnamon toast from the bar and heads over to a booth close to the fire. People sitting near her might hear her telling Seth a story about a witch who cast a spell on a princess so that she slept for a hundred years.
She's watched Sleeping Beauty a few times this week.
[[ooc: I'm pretty sure all of these have moved into slowtime, so here's a summary of the very plotty threads below: Claire does her best to comfort Ace while Seth begins to exhibit a different. . . power. It's kind of creepy, but unintentionally so. Claire and Nathan define their relationship and Claire's relationship with Sawyer, without ever really defining anything. Snow leads Claire to realize she isn't in love with Charlie. And Shock wants to dress Seth like a vampire, which isn't really plotty, but you never know.]]
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Apr. 26th, 2005 09:16 pmsai_delgadoHaving finished the evening's work with Kiseki and Melina, she comes into the bar through the lake door, smiling.
It is then that she sees him. Susan Delgado freezes in shock, staring, and only a strangled whisper escapes her.
"Da'..."
It is then that she sees him. Susan Delgado freezes in shock, staring, and only a strangled whisper escapes her.
"Da'..."
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Apr. 26th, 2005 09:38 pmfairest1.livejournal.com*Snow's in the bar with Millie and Wade. She's feeling marginally better and figures a bit of socialization might help. She still gets a mug of hot chocolate before heading for her booth*
[Summary:Snow attempts to comfort Ace, is freaked by a discussion on the afterlife with Virginia, discusses Tim-aftermath with Svava and there is cuteness with Millie, Wade and Ryo-Oh-Ki]
[Summary:Snow attempts to comfort Ace, is freaked by a discussion on the afterlife with Virginia, discusses Tim-aftermath with Svava and there is cuteness with Millie, Wade and Ryo-Oh-Ki]
This Way To A Dark Ride
Apr. 26th, 2005 10:03 pmheartlessgiggle.livejournal.comMarrow sits at the bar, surveying the room. Her eyes flick from one person to the next as she fiddles with a paper napkin. The room and its occupants, all being new to her, had her a bit on edge. When is she not on edge though? Her saneness is questionable; she has found that her mood swings, which happen often, seem to put the people around her on edge.
Here is the Queen of Mood Swings, a name rightfully earned.
Here is the Queen of Mood Swings, a name rightfully earned.
First Entrance
Apr. 26th, 2005 10:09 pma-blue-streak.livejournal.com[ooc- from here]
There's a boy in the doorway. About sixteen, dressed all in black. His hair is black with a blue streak dyed into it. There's a piercing in his chin, three on one ear, and two on the other.
He looks first angry, then confused, then angry again.
"What the fuck is this?"
There's a boy in the doorway. About sixteen, dressed all in black. His hair is black with a blue streak dyed into it. There's a piercing in his chin, three on one ear, and two on the other.
He looks first angry, then confused, then angry again.
"What the fuck is this?"
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:10 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting at the bar.
His jumper is wriggling. There is a flash of a little grey tail and the wriggly ball moves around to the back. He tries to catch it but it escapes his grip.
His jumper is wriggling. There is a flash of a little grey tail and the wriggly ball moves around to the back. He tries to catch it but it escapes his grip.
Wolf, meet Gaston.
Apr. 26th, 2005 10:18 pmnotjustananimal.livejournal.comSee the man animal Wolf walking around, occasionally cleaning tables as they need to be.
There is something different about him, today.
He's wearing jeans. Dark ones. They go well with the dark red button-up shirt. His tail is sticking out of the jeans, just below the hem. Hmm. Must be Milliways jeans.
Why yes, Virginia did decide to see what he would look like in modern clothes.
If you ask her, he looks pretty damn good.
Summary: Wolf wears mundy clothes! Woohoo! Gaston approaches Wolf about being the next Lefou. Wolf declines his offer, and tries to go back to work. Gaston sees tail, flips out. In the following series of comments, these things happen: Venkman shows up to providecomic reliefhelp, Wolf gets his life threatened a few times, Wolf calls Faith over, Edmund shows up, Virginia and the unborn baby get threatened, Wolf gets Rather Upset and "wolfs out," Garion shows up, there are a few attempted attacks, and Gaston gets his ass kicked and is: tied up with Faith's bra, bitchslapped by a hysterical Virginia, and hauled off to the clinker.
There is something different about him, today.
He's wearing jeans. Dark ones. They go well with the dark red button-up shirt. His tail is sticking out of the jeans, just below the hem. Hmm. Must be Milliways jeans.
Why yes, Virginia did decide to see what he would look like in modern clothes.
Summary: Wolf wears mundy clothes! Woohoo! Gaston approaches Wolf about being the next Lefou. Wolf declines his offer, and tries to go back to work. Gaston sees tail, flips out. In the following series of comments, these things happen: Venkman shows up to provide
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:30 pmastro-droid.livejournal.comThe door slides open yet again, and a cylindrical 'droid rolls into the bar, beeping softly. However, directly inside the door, he stops, his sensors scanning the room. This is most certainly not Chulman's Cantina.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:33 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/[OOC: Chase angsts, for a change. About Jack, and Jack's unfortunate tendency towards attacking people who oughtn't be attacked, and stuff like that.]
stilljustandrew*Andrew comes downstairs, moving slowly, and sits down at the bar.*
Hey. Can I get ...
*He pauses, and thinks for a moment.*
A pistachio ice cream?
*It's the only thing he can think of offhand that Tim liked, and he knows that much only from the comic book, not from Tim himself. But it's all he's got.*
*The bar delivers a small pistachio ice cream. And a note.*
*Andrew blinks at the note, but decides to eat his ice cream before reading it.*
Hey. Can I get ...
*He pauses, and thinks for a moment.*
A pistachio ice cream?
*It's the only thing he can think of offhand that Tim liked, and he knows that much only from the comic book, not from Tim himself. But it's all he's got.*
*The bar delivers a small pistachio ice cream. And a note.*
*Andrew blinks at the note, but decides to eat his ice cream before reading it.*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:39 pmmaxwellsdemon02OOM and Pre-Milliways entry
The door to the Outside slams open, and a slim figure hurls himself through it, firing three shots into wherever he came from.
He's a mess, his black stealth uniform is ripped from bullets on his left arm and right side. His long braid is disheveled, and his face is pale.
Duo whips around and STARES. The gun in his hand shakes.
"Oh crap. I've finally flipped, haven't I?"
The door to the Outside slams open, and a slim figure hurls himself through it, firing three shots into wherever he came from.
He's a mess, his black stealth uniform is ripped from bullets on his left arm and right side. His long braid is disheveled, and his face is pale.
Duo whips around and STARES. The gun in his hand shakes.
"Oh crap. I've finally flipped, haven't I?"
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:47 pmkey-youth-bert.livejournal.comCuthbert comes downstairs, continuing to defy the current trend--well, the trend among the regulars and not all the new people, anyway--by looking pretty damn happy. His left arm might be hurt or sore from something, though--he keeps rubbing at it.
He starts towards the bar, perhaps planning to get an icepack or something--and then sees Susan and heads toward her, brow furrowing in concern.
He starts towards the bar, perhaps planning to get an icepack or something--and then sees Susan and heads toward her, brow furrowing in concern.
lord-of-dreams.livejournal.comDream lounges in his ever-shifting throne, watching those who dwell in the bar. He is, so much as ever, approachable.
the-woodpecker.livejournal.com*Bernard's still in the Bar. He nods to George at Happy Hour, and sits at his usual table.
He's nursing a bottle, and trying to draw.
He's not drawing a bomb.*
He's nursing a bottle, and trying to draw.
He's not drawing a bomb.*
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Apr. 26th, 2005 10:58 pmka-like-a-wind.livejournal.comThe front door opens.
Patrick Delgado, father of Susan, walks through.
And blinks.
"Mm."
He looks behind him; he can still see the tack room. Still smell leather and stables. He looks ahead of him; he can see a tonk -- though not like the Traveller's Rest. Not at all.
Curious, he lets the door shut and steps further in, looking around.
Patrick Delgado, father of Susan, walks through.
And blinks.
"Mm."
He looks behind him; he can still see the tack room. Still smell leather and stables. He looks ahead of him; he can see a tonk -- though not like the Traveller's Rest. Not at all.
Curious, he lets the door shut and steps further in, looking around.
Hello, hellhound raiser.
Apr. 26th, 2005 10:58 pmmaladjust.livejournal.com[ooc: Pre-Milliways]
The door opens and a young man walks in.
He's confused, lost, unhappy, and worried that his brother may have recently died in a giant smoking crater.
And it appears that there's no more door. Huh.
Tucker Wells is not a happy camper, as we like to say.
[ooc: slowtimed! yay family reunions.]
The door opens and a young man walks in.
He's confused, lost, unhappy, and worried that his brother may have recently died in a giant smoking crater.
And it appears that there's no more door. Huh.
Tucker Wells is not a happy camper, as we like to say.
[ooc: slowtimed! yay family reunions.]
Discovering the truth about Tim's death
Apr. 26th, 2005 11:05 pmhenry-jones-jr.livejournal.comFoolishly presuming Mike to be immobile and still laid up in his room, Indy decides to take a little break from nursemaid duties. Since he is neither infectious nor feverish this time, Mike is proving to be quite a demanding patient. Patient has also been the operative word during Indy's servitude since they returned from the war. There always seems to be a comic conveniently just out of reach, or a constant need for medicinal milkshakes or Lucky Charms.
His heart has remained heavy over recent deaths and ended relationships, but immersing himself in a care role has helped take his mind off such things.
A pause by the noticeboard to read Ace's message, and reality comes rushing back. With his superficial wounds now scabbed over and covered by his shirt sleeves, he flops disconsolately onto a stool and orders chicken fajitas and the biggest margarita George can fit in a glass that doesn't have humiliating fish bowl qualities. He raises an eyebrow at his zero tab balance and finally acknowledges the gesture with a grateful nod over to Bernard.
Once he's done with his meal, Indy raises the first drink in a silent toast to Tim. He moves onto tequila shots after that, raising the first one of those to Lorelai and the good times they shared. The second is just downed without ceremony...
...as are the next four.
His heart has remained heavy over recent deaths and ended relationships, but immersing himself in a care role has helped take his mind off such things.
A pause by the noticeboard to read Ace's message, and reality comes rushing back. With his superficial wounds now scabbed over and covered by his shirt sleeves, he flops disconsolately onto a stool and orders chicken fajitas and the biggest margarita George can fit in a glass that doesn't have humiliating fish bowl qualities. He raises an eyebrow at his zero tab balance and finally acknowledges the gesture with a grateful nod over to Bernard.
Once he's done with his meal, Indy raises the first drink in a silent toast to Tim. He moves onto tequila shots after that, raising the first one of those to Lorelai and the good times they shared. The second is just downed without ceremony...
...as are the next four.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:12 pmgarcon-dor.livejournal.comGalahad follows Adam into the bar, his sword held unwaveringly at the other boy's neck.
His face is very calm and very, very cold.
His face is very calm and very, very cold.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:13 pmnota-wiggin.livejournal.comThe door to the bar is flung open. "You'll get it done, come tell me when you have!" Yes this man is yelling because he's quite angry about something. "Worthless..."
And he trails off, staring at the situation around him. This wasn't what the Oval Office connected to...
He turns around but the door is missing. Which is disturbing. Very much so actually.
Leander Nolan, President of the United States in the Enderverse...has entered Milliways.
And he trails off, staring at the situation around him. This wasn't what the Oval Office connected to...
He turns around but the door is missing. Which is disturbing. Very much so actually.
Leander Nolan, President of the United States in the Enderverse...has entered Milliways.
not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com[OOM: In Bonnie's Room: Bonnie is depressive and cuddled by Karr {NC-17ness}.]
There was a woman - dark hair, blue eyes - humming to herself, drinking a virgin daiquiri (dangit, Bar) at the bar, looking like an advertisement for how great sex could leave someone feeling. She was even a little more dressed up than usual - slacks, flats, a nice blouse, but there were a few pencil smudges on her fingers, a picture frame and a photo album in front of her.
She'd had an idea. She was going with it.
There was a woman - dark hair, blue eyes - humming to herself, drinking a virgin daiquiri (dangit, Bar) at the bar, looking like an advertisement for how great sex could leave someone feeling. She was even a little more dressed up than usual - slacks, flats, a nice blouse, but there were a few pencil smudges on her fingers, a picture frame and a photo album in front of her.
She'd had an idea. She was going with it.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:44 pmstaines-mp.livejournal.com[oom: Ali tries in vain to find his imaginary room.]
river_meimeiRiver sits in a corner, on the floor. She has a small bowl of sliced pickles, which she is eating with chopsticks, and another bowl of french fries, which she is eating with her fingers. She's drawing carefully, on a small piece of paper.
She looks happy.
She looks happy.
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Apr. 26th, 2005 11:57 pmchelleuncurledMichelle hasn't been in the bar really for a few days. She's been mostly in and out but right now all she wants is a plate of nachos.
She gets them and sits at the Bar.
She also orders a beer after a moment.
