(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam lays out on the grass by the lake, in the dark silence. He doesn't mind the dark or the silence, he can still hear the world going on around him, and see all the stars in the sky.*

Discovering Tim's Gone

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

Eventually, conversation with Karr dies down, and PeeJee heads for the Bar and the goodness that is beer.

Because she has nothing better to do-- being in a bar-- she looks at the bulletin board.

And spots Ace's message.

Instead of beer, PeeJee orders a vodka.

She will be spending the night, she decides.

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly wanders over to the bar, cause even if she has beenin the bar a while, she needs a drink.*

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Sunday night. Sunny is safe, and the news about Tim finally hits home.]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina's encounter in the jungle.]

The door opens and Jaina enters the Bar, Sawyer close behind her. She looks worn out and slightly upset and unsettled, but there's a strange smile on her face as she looks around Milliways. She walks over to the bar, needing something to drink badly.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

This time, Caspian opens the door and enters the bar with a great deal more confidence, but his right hand still brushes lightly against his sword hilt.

...After all, it wouldn't do to be unprepared.

Still, he enters with a smile, ready and willing to meet more people, and, just perhaps, looking around for a familiar face.

(no subject)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde clomps in the front door. Hyde is Hyde. He is in his shades, jeans and a denim vest and a dark blue t-shirt. The t-shirt is not Led Zeppelin or Jethro Tull or anyone, however. It looks like this.

There is a folded up cot slung under one of his arms. He promptly sets it up next to the side of the bar and lays down on it, sighing.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony and Michelle agree on a logical explanation for Dina's story before schmooping, interrupted by Jack Bauer. ]

(no subject)

[ruddy-normal.livejournal.com]

Vernon Dursley had been hiding in his room since his release from the cells. It was quiet there, even if rats brought him food, and he could concentrate on keeping sane.

He's in the bar now. Years of repression has given way to something a little less repressed. He's taken up smoking again, a habit Petunia had made him drop years ago. He's also wearing a leather jacket. Truth be told, he looks a little awkward in it...

... but at least he's not got a motorbike.




[OOC: Millichannelers- Vernon inadvertently insults Asmodean, is zapped, proves to be a bad example to a young pyromaniac called Lock, annoys Sara Sidle, and glares at a Cabbit. Plottily, his wife, Petunia, sees him and flees before he sees her.]

Still adjusting

[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

She was tempted to leave, to reassure herself that Tim from her world was alright. But she wasn't sure of anything anymore, despite the recent words of reassurance. She walked over to the windows. *So, that's what the end of the universe looked like.* She started to think to tell Tim, but then stopped. Her Tim was not here, and this Tim already would know, and he's gone. She was tempted to draw what she was seeing at least. She hadn't done any artwork since the incident with Jean-Luc. She noticed people asking the Bar for items. Maybe, she could ask for a notepad and some drawing pencils, but she didn't want to presume. She walked back towards the bar, and sat down again.

(no subject)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

There are two good things about today: One, Clarice has recovered from her strip-poker hangover. Two, she's got her real clothes back.

The bad news is that a combination of Wolf, Gaston, and Q has served to ruffle her feathers just a bit. So now she's down in the laundry room, getting in some R&R while the machines run. She's just separated whites from colored and is loading the former into a washing machine.




[OOC: Slowtime, of course, is your friend while Merc is at school.]

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's serving breakfast; Amadeo's onna cot; Baby's inna sling.

"What'll it be?"

In which Sooty talks about bar tabs and Barry has a cunning plan (or actually, Ray does)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska's spent a few day out of the bar, Disc time. She immersed herself in her studies and her work, rather guiltily avoiding the pain of being in Milliways.

But now she's back, and is not surprised to dicover that she hasn't missed that much time, in the bar.

She retrieves a book from the Library and settles down in her usual fireside chair to read it.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Ray updates his journal again.]

Ray has had better mornings. But he has also had much, much worse. He actually smiles a bit as he makes his way into the bar and tacks up a notice on the message board:

I'm looking for fellow Milliways patrons to help me assemble a coherent approximate map of the worlds and times that lead to this place. If you'd like to help, I'd like to talk to you about yourself and where you come from. I should be in the bar for a while yet, but if I’m not, feel free to leave a message for me.

-Ray Stantz

That having been done, he migrates to the bar and gets breakfast before finding himself a table to sit at.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael comes downstairs in his leather jacket, ready to head back to his world. Just one last thing to do: he needs something to take with him that belongs in the bar, to try and make sure he'll make it back.

Who wants to help him find something?

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

She's not quite yawning as she comes downstairs and settles in a booth with tea and tomato soup. (Why tomato soup? It felt like a tomato soup day to her.)

But Lucy's hair is still in braid down her back, and she might still be wearing slippers.

She may or may not be aware of these facts.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Two notes tacked to the bulletin boards in the Security Office and the bar proper*

Attention All:

The funeral for Sir Timothy Hunter will take place on Thursday morning, on the far side of the lake. Anyone who wishes to say something, can.

Thank you.

--Management

and

Security Staff:

I recently learned that someone pulled a sword on Aziraphael in the bar. I'd like a full report on that ASAP.

--Bernard

*Also, he's in the bar, working on the headstone, if anybody needs him.*

(no subject)

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Someone lands on the floor in the bar with a thump.

She knows the feeling of the air against her skin; she knows the wood that makes this a floor. She doesn't know anything else; it was all a long time ago.

She's naked except for one black feather, tied to a string around her wrist.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti hasn't been in the bar itself for a day or two; he felt mopey and strange after the end of the Tim war, didn't want to plague people with his slightly paranoid worries too much, and generally kept to the outside, or curled up on the sofa in the room he shares with Gil, reading or writing or doing su doku puzzles like Guppy taught him.

This is why he hasn't seen the notice Ace posted before now.

For many who read the notice, it is a very sad thing, a shock. For Asar-Suti, it is a tremendous relief: the Other is vanquished after all and will not turn up in the bar, a threat to all the non-combattants in it that Asar-Suti likes or cares about, Gil or Strahan or Charlie or little Seth or...

Counting Strahan among the non-combattants feels odd, but he is, for all practical reasons, dead and confused and struggling with his hawk. Asar-Suti decides to go and find him soon; for now, he goes to feed the trilobites and generally reclaim his routine: book, coffee, chair by the fireplace..

[[OOC: Mun at work; resposes slow/intermittent; slowtime may break out when spontaneous meetings start.]]

(no subject)

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

Liz walks in from the front door of the bar, a small smile on her face, holding the straps to her backpack tightly in her hands. She's back from her trip home to Roswell.

(no subject)

[highflyin-scott.livejournal.com]

Nathan is dressed exactly as he was when he entered the bar. His Tree Hill letter jacket is on, he has his backpack. First he walks to the bar, setting down a note.

( Claire )

And he heads towards the door, which makes it seem like he can actually see it. He puts his hand on the knob and opens it, stepping out into his apartment.

(no subject)

[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

Molly takes a brief glance at the notice before sitting down at a table to work on her artwork some more, a cup of tea cooling beside her. She had gotten most of the preliminary sketches done with, and was now was cleaning up the extra lines. She knows what her subject is, and it was starting to take shape. It could be finished by Thursday, she was sure. And she could think of some things to say while she worked. It wasn't the Tim she knew, but he sounded so much like him, no he sounded like the Tim she used to know. Sometimes she missed him, remembering when he showed her the imaginary world he used to play in, and meeting the friends he created. She wondered if they were still up in the attic at her parents house, seeking asylum after her Tim had decided he didn't need them anymore.

(no subject)

[tweak-ears.livejournal.com]

A young half demon is in the bar, looking around with a scowl. "Keh, in this place again?" He notices some commotion between some of the patrons, a reunion of some sort.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[danny-taylor.livejournal.com]

Danny wanders into the bar, frowning slightly. He is still somewhat disconcerted by the fact that the previous night he wandered into a regular bar, instead to find Milliways. But he enjoyed it, so he's decided to come again. It hasn't been a successful day. Instead of a teenaged boy, the missing persons team found a body, and those days are never too great.

He walks over to the Bar, fighting the urge to order something alcoholic, and instead receives a glass of sparkling water with a slice of lime. Then he makes his way over to a table.

He looks approachable and relaxed, if a little worried.

BARTENDING- summary below

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes downstairs and steps behind the bar. Immediately, a letter pops up, and she hesitates before reading it. It's a sweet note this time and she pockets it happily.

After going about her normal duties of straightening and cleaning the bar area, she steps over to read the notices on the board. With a sad smile she turns to face the patrons at the bar and asks,

"Can I help anybody?"



[[Summary: Claire and Jaina find themselves in a strangely intense conversation about death, Sawyer, and emotions which neither are willing to admit they have. Claire talks about the War and baby Joshua with Helen and Asar-Suti, then she talks about the War, funerals, and. . .Mike with Raph, She meets Jack, Danny, and Inuyasha. And catches up with Tony.]]

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*You might not have noticed, but Raph's been lingering around the bar more than usual. His trips to the roof are more like pit stops, than lengthy home visits. He spends his time divided between keeping watch of Tim, and keeping watch of the bar at large. Sometimes he looms in the rafters, but mostly he's merely standing in the corner trying not to be noticed.

Of course, he has been known to take an occasional break for lunch, like now.
He exits the Staff Corridor into the Main bar. Hopping up on a barstool he catches sight of the happy reunion.
Smiling, he orders up a coffee and some breakfast.*

It might just be the start of a fairy tale ending / First Entrance Post

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Continued from here.]

"It doesn't work that way, you big jerk! Where were--did they remodel the parking lot during graduation?" Blinks.

Michael pulls the bike to a halt and dismounts, pulling off his helmet. "I was here. Welcome to Milliways."

She blinks again before looking at him. "Is this a Czechoslovakian thing?"

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's sitting at a table, untouched coffee in front of him, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and half-reading an open newspaper. He's... on edge, a bit - and it's not quite dropping by the London offices of some Completely Legal Non-Terrorist Business Associates that's the cause of it. Not quite.

Crowley understands the polar opposites in the world. He is one, sort of. Good, evil. Light, dark. Life, death. He's sensitive to them. And today, there's a taste of death in the postures of the people sitting scattered around the bar. Crowley wonders vaguely who it was.

But there's also a sound like life tingling in his palms and echoing in the back of his head. It's extremely odd. So the demon ignores his coffee, and drums his fingers on the table in a rhythm

(come)

that he doesn't know he doesn't know*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

At a table near the middle of the bar is a laundry basket. Well, two of them, actually, filled with various sorts of deeply coloured clothing. Skirts mix with t-shirts and a few pair of jeans. Behind the mass of now-clean laundry sits Valentine, folding clothes while whistling some sort of tune. She's actually in her own clothes today. Pity.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

A perfectly ordinary-looking man walks into the bar. He pauses a moment once he steps inside, and looks back at the doorway behind him. You can see a garden behind him, if you look.

He smiles. Widely.

This is not where he expected to be but he looks very happy to be here.

(no subject)

[half-giant.livejournal.com]

Hagrid (minus enormous battle axe) has been gardening today. After washing his hands, he goes into the bar and orders something tall and cold. A large fancy glass full of something pink appears, and he gives it a try. He doesn't know what it is, but it's good.

He finds a table and sits down to people watch. Feel free to join him.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita's sitting at a booth, working on her charm bracelet/spell matrix -- for no particular reason, just to make sure everything's still okay with it. The complex web of light is taking up most of the table, and she's checking the spell structure, the energy feeds. . . Of course, to those without magical sight, it'll probably look more like she's playing with a charm bracelet than anything else.

She's having some trouble focusing on it, and every so often she pauses and rubs light-dazzled eyes.

[OOC: Yrael wonders about Nita's spell matrix; Rhalen plays with Nita's head, discovers the link to Asmodean, and plays with her head even more. Ebil man.]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's sitting at a booth in the back, writing in her datapad, looking very subdued and unsettled. She keeps looking up every so often to see if there's anyone she knows in the bar.

(no subject)

[i_vanquish_evil]

There happens to be a leather-clad monster hunter in the bar. There is an Irish wolfhound at his side, but that's not unusual. Both are sitting at a table. Van Helsing has a drink and Beowulf has a bowl of water on the floor.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony has pretty, pretty flowers. And if your name is Michelle Dessler, they're for you. If your name is not Michelle Dessler, they are't for you. But here, have a Tony-sitting-at-the-bar for your conversational pleasure.

[ For the Millichannel summarizer: Michelle informs Tony about Bonnie's offer to help prevent their nasty canon future; later, they promise to meet up in San Francisco. Sara and Tony discuss unusual working hours. ]

Dina, meet Chase. Chase, meet Dina.

[terroristlady.livejournal.com]

Dina has figured out how to use the bar. Which must be why she is sitting at a table, sipping a cup of tea. She looks completely innocent save for the brown eyes nervously scanning the bar for anyone who might recognize her.

By the lake: Mark and Angel discuss recent Rent-type DOOM, and then go all schmoopy.

[the_antiangst]

Angel is not, in fact, inna bar.
That would be because he's out by the lake instead, since it's finally warm enough outside. (Really warm, not magically-induced warm.)
He's reading over the latest round of stuff in his notebook, occasionally crossing things out and rewriting them, or just making new notes and doodling in the margins.

(no subject)

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Gary saunters into the bar with a grin, looking this way and that for what he always looks for.

No, not Richard.

In his perusal of the patrons, he happens to look on the board and see the menu.

"Christ on a rubber crutch...real food."

[summary: Richard and Gary discuss Richard's family, as well as the likelihood of Joshua getting to meet them (or Richard going to see them again). The discussion gets a little serious and then bounces back to traditional Gary-Richard verbal sparring. Gary so wins. Cept Richard calls him a child. TIE! ^_^ And the bebe likes him. // He meets with Dina (who gave him another name I can't remember) and they chat about Milliways and getting stuck there and problems with that // Gary and Biff discuss Jesus, the Easter Bunny, and harlots...]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith, for a change, is neither in the rafters, or on the piano, or in a booth tucked into the corner.

She's at a table in the middle of the floor, coffee in one hand, and she's writing something in a notebook.

Whatever it is, it looks important. So feel free to interrupt!

(no subject)

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

And here we have a fine specimin of the Sulky Jew. Note the saggy posture, the half-empty glass of wine, and the repetition with which he writes the name "Maggie" on his napkin, all characteristics of a man separated from his mate for 2000 years, brought back together with her in an unfamiliar setting, and then seperated from her again.

Let's see if we can cheer him up, shall we?

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael wanders into the bar, paper tucked under his arm, whistling a jaunty tune. The song dies, abruptly, when he sees Crowley embracing a semi-naked woman*


...Good lord.


*and then it registers, quite who it is*

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

The chess set that Ron gave him for Christmas -- the one with the Egyptian figurines -- is on the table; Bill's done a bit of fancy enchantment to get the set to play against him.

He's losing at the moment, but that might shift at any time. It's improbable that his own magic can outsmart him. Then again, he's seen stranger things in his day.

There's a glass of ale at his side but it's untouched so far. He ponders the situation on the chess board, oblivious to whatever else is going on at the bar... for the moment. As his invisible opponent takes away his last knight, Bill lets out a sigh.

"Those are my favourite pieces, you bastard."

He sits back, laughing at himself for swearing at no one, and reaches for the ale.

( OOC: summary behind the cut )

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. She is perched before her microscope, examining a new batch of slides. Feel free to interrupt the geek.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is in the bar. He is sitting at his table by the window with a bowl of lardo.

The mun can't think of a better enterance post at the moment, so this will have to do.

(no subject)

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

Q's log. Tutudate 6.

*Flash*

And Q is there.






(summary: Q and Ace not!snark at one another. Q and KARR do. Which results in KARR first becoming a yellow, rusted Yugo, then female and a ford. Threats are made, and finally Q has enough. He leaves KARR stuck in the mud.)

Chat with Karr-- the news about Tim, random chat, and frank discussion of sex.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

((OOM: PeeJee tells Aubrey about Tim's death, and they plot an Appropriate Tribute.))

PeeJee is in the bar. As well as her usual purse, she has with her a garment bag, a plastic grocery sack, and a more sober expression than usual.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

[OOM: Susan and Cuthbert last night, after this.]

(no subject)

[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Rand walks downstairs with a large, thick book in both hands, and finds a less crowded table, setting the book down and opening it to a marked page. He sits down, taking a small pocketbook out, and begins reading, making occasional notes.

His hairtips are still dyed a multitude of different colors. He camly pretends that that isn't the case.

(no subject)

[writer-of-ages.livejournal.com]

Atrus walks downstairs, pack on his shoulder, and D'ni goggles about his neck. He looks around the bar, but not finding anyone he recognizes, sits down at the bar itself and flags down the bartender.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders in and snags a lemonade from the bar, then picks what looks like a quiet booth and settles down in it. He has a bad sci-fi novel. It's called The Ayes of Texas and appears to be about... turning an ancient battleship into a really cool death machine. Or... something. He's not sure he gets it, but it's definitely interesting.

[Summary: Luke and Val discuss science fiction, Commies, and Earth politics, then schmoop. Anakin gives Luke a Holocron, and they talk about the twins on the way, taking Val to meet the Rebellion, and Luke's childhood. Luke meets Siri, and there is small talk.]

(no subject)

[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

Dionysus walks down into the bar, looking rather chipper. He walks behind the bar, doing a short cleaning and restocking of ice, checking the bottles of liquor, and giving the bar a friendly pat hello.

"Late Happy Hour at Milliways!

Tonight's late night special is a fresh Junmai Daiginjo sake imported straight from Japan. Only about 10 bottles of this is made a year, so be sure to enjoy!

We also have a great green tea ice cream and apple pie to go along with your sake, so please, order up!"

He throws a towel over his shoulder in normal fashon and leans against the bar, smiling.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar from out back, as usual, her hair tied up so as to be out of her eyes, and settles down at the bar with a cup of coffee, looking relatively content.*

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: A quiet night in with baby.]

(no subject)

[i-hate-brownies.livejournal.com]

A commotion has broken out near the bar.

"You! I can't believe you did that!"

"What? I just asked if they wanted to share their melons!"

"Fool! Don't you know that melons means more than one thing?"

A moment of silence.

"...no?"

The two Brownies are walking in from outside, and make their way up onto the bar, sitting down and looking at the specials.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Bouncing with delight, Gil has disrupted the entire kitchen in order to get this particular specials menu up.

He writes it on the board in his best handwriting:

Dear Customer's of Milliways,

Tonight we welcome a traveller home with the following specials:

Dolmathes

Garides Kokkiyia Me Feta

Kota Kapama

Ευπρόσδεκτο σπίτι, Skandra.

Then, still bouncing, he takes his tray to go around the tables.

Sing us a song...

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is at the piano. The music is a simple ballad. Happier than he usually plays, but not cheery by any stretch of the imagination.

Come disturb his practice. You know you want to.

Dream breaks Raph. A lot. Into painful pieces.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is, of course, in the bar. Not, at the current moment in time, right next to his Lady but he is watching her with subdued love and admiration. He is pleased, sometimes, to simply observe her as she does other things.

Which is not to say that he is not capable of doing other things as well, should someone choose to speak with him. There are, after all, still questions unanswered which he may be able to shed light on, if he were asked.

Two OOMs

[bloodyrockgod]

[Charlie and Bartleby learn something new about Seth. Bartleby takes it badly.]

[Bartleby and Charlie discuss Seth and humanity and happiness. Slow-timed boyschmut.]

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is parked in his favorite spot near the door to the lake, his scanner moving lazily. The Trans Am seems calm, perhaps even a bit bored. How long that bordeom might last, given the clientele he's surrounded by, is anyone's guess.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*The air by the lake door parts, and Moiraine steps into the room. With a single glance at the number of people being helped by Bernard, the Aes Sedai quietly requests tea from the bar itself, and takes it to her preferred table.*

When Venkman Met Q and Ron drops by to say hi

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter starts a journal and then sits down at a table with some food. Apparently it's Greek night for some reason, but the grub's tasty. Reminds him of a place he knew on 10th Ave that was pretty good. He and the guys had stopped there every so often for a meal in between busts. He also glanced around to see if there was anybody he recognized from last night's incident.

Feel free to say hi to the new guy.












((OOC Summary: Dr. Venkman meets Q, and ends up having a discussion about humanity, with Venkman for the defense. Also gets to briefly meet Ron Weasley.))

"Living with you has enabled me to actually SMELL impending doom."

[gone_byebye]

Ray has had breakfast, and conversation, and a few peculiar incidents of different stripes so far today. Most of them have been fairly normal, even by the standards of normal people.

It's time to change that.

He heads up to the bar and places his bank card ceremoniously on the surface. "Bar," he says, "I have a somewhat different request from usual for you tonight."

The bar, quite naturally, does not answer him.

"I find myself in need of..." He pauses to think."One graphical storage oscilloscope & true RMS multimeter, preferably by Extech. One SMT multicolor microprocessor blinky, one PG12 plasma generation unit, one fourteen volt AC power adapter, the contents of the Abra Electronics 'Evil Genius' component kit, a soldering iron, four pounds of 60/40 rosin core .015 diameter solder, a roll of SuperWick from MG chemicals, a pair of point-tipped tweezers, and a dozen First Alert SA-305 smoke detectors. Also, if you can manage it, I'd very much appreciate copies of all the available plans, metallurgical analyses and architectural blueprints for the building located at 55 Central Park West, New York, New York, in my own world- and any architectural or metallurgical information you can acquire for the Eiffel Tower."

If the bar had eyes, it would be justified in staring. Instead, there is merely a long silence before items start materializing on the bar. Ray nods in some satisfaction and starts gathering them up as they appear. "Thank you very much, Bar," he says. "I appreciate this more than I can say."

He then turns around and strolls through the tables to find a nice big empty one towards the back of the room. One might almost think he's whistling to himself as he goes.

Happy Hour

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard emerges from the staff wing and walks behind the Bar.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Food specials are on the board.

Drink special is Hoegaarden ale.

What'll you have?

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

He was reading a newspaper. Perhaps this wasn't odd to some people, but to Kitt, it meant distraction, and distraction, apparently, led to Milliways. (Or did Milliways lead to distraction? It depends on who you asked.)

He was looking for his bed. When he found a table instead, the newspaper was pulled down so he could see more of his surroundings.

"Oh," he said. Much better than the diner he'd been headed into.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey. He looks tired, and there's something a bit stiff in the way he holds himself. Overexertion, maybe.

No, not like that.

Either way, he's poring over a text that lies open on the bar. Every few minutes, he turns a page.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory walks in the bar, a small bounce to her step and a broad smile on her face. It certainly is different than how she entered last weekend.

She sits down on a barstool and asks Bar for a Coke float...Ice cream and caffeine sounded good today. The float appears, as well as a package.

" Oh, what's this? " She sees that it is addressed to her mother and nods slightly. " Ok, could you keep this until I'm ready to leave? "

The package fades back out of existence for the time being.

(no subject)

[jedi-siri.livejournal.com]

Siri wanders into the bar. She looks tired, but when she realises she's made it into the bar, a slightly relieved expression crosses her face.

She goes to the Bar and asks for a tea with a shot of something extra and goes to settle down in a seat and watch the Universe end.

(no subject)

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

Look, there's a gothic lab technician in the bar.

And for some odd reason, she's humming "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes".

Go ask her why.


( Mun will have to leave at 11PM EST for bed. Edit: Mun is now in bed. Night! )

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She walks out of the staff hallway and into the bar. Susan Delgado seems mayhap more quiet than usual this evening, mayhap a bit thoughtful as she gets hot chocolate from the bar and carries it over toward the couch by the fire-- but she does not seem unhappy.

Zedd exchanges a new kimono for a week of dinner, and gives relationship advice.

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

After several days in her room with her sewing kit, 95 has come to admit that the kimono's pretty much a lost cause. So the resident OS is back in her old school uniform. Nothing else is changed- still the same suspiciously sword-shaped bundle of fabric, still eating RAM at her usual place at the bar.

[OOP: BRB- yanked for discussion]

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*The whole family steps away from the bar and settles down in the usual booth.*

Hagrid catches up; Q tells the non-Apocalyptic future

[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

Damon's been sleeping on a couch by the fire for several days. He was tired and Furikku had scheduling issues.

He's up now, looking as unfortunate as always.

[OOP: BRB- yanked for discussion]

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes into the bar from upstairs, and settles at the bar. She looks a bit more cheerful than she did yesterday. Come say hi!

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti has spent the morning reading in his usual chair, and talking to Esk.

Now he wanders about in the bar, not quite as dejected as he was the last few days - at least the Other is vanquished properly!

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[all-three-wskrs.livejournal.com]

Still in a somewhat-tattered UEO uniform, Miguel wandered into the bar proper from the bed-booth he'd been inhabiting, trying to figure things out and come to terms with both the fact that he was dead, and that there was an amazing lightshow outside that window.

Damn. He could still stare at it for hours. Had, sometimes.

But even the most stunned man needs food.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks through the door and makes a beeline for the Bar; it's clear she wants to talk to Bernard.

However, she's stoppable, if you need something.*

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is sitting on a bar stool, spinning gently and concentrating on folding a piece of paper as many times as possible.

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[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow sits in a booth, staring of into space. Her face is blank, her body unmoving, except for the fingers on her left hand which are fiddling with a toothpick. Having only arrived a few hours ago, or maybe a day, or... well she really dose not know, she was never that great at judging the passing of time, but anyways, she is still a new face.

Approach her? She is fine with that, just no hugs.

Svava and Arithon have a low-key, high-angst thread with music.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon (much like his player) is propped up in a chair with a large thing of water. Unlike his player, he also has a lyranthe, a collection of sheet music, and a distant expression.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert. Couch by fire. Coffee.

He's watching the activity in the bar without really seeming to focus on it, and looking more than a bit on the tired side.




[Summary goodness: Cuthbert and Faith talk about meeting Susan's father, Tim's funeral, dead friends, and Cuthbert/Susan. Oddly shifting mixture of woe and fun. Cuthbert and Susan also talk about Susan's father being in the bar, and then schmoop it up.]

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[a-blue-streak.livejournal.com]

He'd crashed with Polly for the night and now he finds that he's, first off, hungry. Among other things.

So he wanders down and approaches the Bar, a bit carefully, as if he still doesn't really believe it, and asks for something to eat.

Amazingly enough, he gets some pizza and a Coke. Sam is surprised, a little, but he doesn't bother questioning it, he just goes and finds a seat and proceeds to eat his food.

Or maybe inhale it.

Ace gives Wash the greatest birthday present EVER, and Wash talks to Simon re: the war and Eddie

[flybywash]

Wash is stretched out in his booth, knees up and feet planted on the seat. There are faint dark patches under his eyes. Two pints of beer rest on the table beside him: one full, the other half-drained.

He's read the notice.

Right now he's busily staring off into space.

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[the_seafarer]

Caspian inna bar, looking rather at loose ends. He's taken a seat near the end of the bar and seems to be sketching something, a cup of wine in front of him.

Perhaps he is thinking some things over. At any rate, he'd be glad of some company.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine has her journal and is sitting at a table, writing furiously.

She's trying to get all of her memories down.

All of them. Including the ones from home.

She's open to talking, though.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is asleep on the bar; his long black hair flopped over his face. He looks pale and tired, but someone ought to wake him up or his body clock will be all over the place. Actually it’s already all over the place, but that’s beside the point.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

A small bundle of black clothes and brown hair uncurls in one of the booths. After the very late night, he'd had a bit of an adrenaline crash. The bar is now full of people, eating, drinking, and generally enjoying themselves.

Which reminds him. He spent so much time talking with Ray about the tech of this place (and with Zedd about magic, but he isn't thinking about that now) that he never actually figured out how things work around here. He could really use something to drink, eat, and a new shirt maybe. Blood doesn't show very much on black, but it's so tacky to be wearing bloodstained clothes when you meet someone for the first time.

Duo snickers to himself and wanders in the direction of the bar, eyes bright and wide with interest.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom has only a few moments to drop by the bar - just long enough to wave to friends and fulfill a promise. He walks over to the notice board, intent on his task. He sees the note about Tim's funeral and falters. He has a sign, you see. A very important sign made by a very important little girl. He promised Ingress he would post it, but now he's not sure something like this belongs on the notice board alongside such serious topics.

He only pauses a moment though. The sign is of grave importance to Ingress and posting it will not make light of other notices on the board.

He sticks the missing skwid sign up with a Sticking charm. Then he leaves the bar, heading back to his scheduled appointments in London Below.*

David Talbot, Meet Jack: The Green Man

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Still reading The Da Vinci Code, though hardly any further through it, David comes into the bar and makes his way to the couches.

A pile of pillows under him, he settles down with his book.

He'd probably not mind a distraction.

[Summary: 100 comments' worth of David meeting jack_inthegreen, being a fanboy, getting a quartz-crystal star, and chatting.]

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes downstairs. He's healing, since the only wounds left after Esk did her thing were the minor ones, but still limping noticeably.

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[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter wanders into the bar, hair mussed, shirt slightly askew, bare feet padding as softly as a cat's. His eyes dart this way and that, anxiously, and it is clear that whatever he sees, it is not the (admittedly dubious) reality of the bar.

He can see the drinks, though, and helps himself to a soda-water. Looking up as he drinks, he sees Merriman, and is immediately drawn to the chessboard in front of him.