New Beginnings

[kite--string.livejournal.com]

Kenendy stumbles into the bar covering her eyes, walking from a brightly lit corridor. She closes the door, and slowly removes her hand from her eyes clearly expecting darkness she seems a little confused.

"Where's Willow?"

"Where's the bed?"

"Where am I?"

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[last_adam]

[OOM: Adam paces.]

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[gramarye1971]

*Merriman is seated at a table near to the bar, with a chessboard in front of him and a game currently in progress. It might be noted that since he's alone at the table, he's playing both sides, and there is a small collection of captured pieces (mostly pawns, with both white knights and one red rook) ranged neatly on either side of the board.*

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[thomasina-c.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Thomasina has a nightmare.]

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Roland visits Eddie. The status quo has...changed. A lot. But maybe not so much.]

It's Omnipotent night as Venkman meets Dionysus; meets Windows 95 as well

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

After meeting Q, Dr. Venkman decided he really needed to relax again. He orders a whiskey and sits by the bar.

Meeting omnipotent beings really makes one need a serious distraction.







((OOC Summary: Meets two more, Dionysus, and Win95, and briefly talks, trading stories.))

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

(OOM. Faith, Bigby and Gaston, in the cells. Gaston tells lies, Faith gets violent, Disney is a rodent god, and oh yeah, she knows his name now.)

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[steadfastknight]

Where there had been a young man, standing, seemingly distraught near a booth, there is now a car.

Room 63

[nita_callahan]

Nita comes downstairs wearing the T-shirt Tim had given her and steps outside for a moment. When she comes back in, she orders a tray of breakfast and carries it up to her room. She doesn't want to be in the bar today.

But if you'd like to check on her, her room number is 63.

[OOC: Classes in 45 min, but slowtimed threads are welcomed on the in-room post.]

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[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

A door opens, upstairs, and timid bare feet sound down the staircase.

This is Kassandra, awake and no longer wrapped in a blanket. There were clothes for her in her room this morning; there is a black feather still tied to her wrist. She looks curious, or frightened, or absent-minded. Her head is full of things to be remembered. This is how to walk, this is how to walk amongst tables and chairs, how to walk among those who have not your imperial blood, how to walk among friends. This is how to sit gracefully. This is how to sit down to breakfast.

There are olives and honey and bread and milk, and she does not ask how. She crumbles a crust so that it falls, but mostly she manages to eat.

Because she wants it, a book appears at her elbow. It is thin, with hard covers like lacquer work, and the colours are splashes of green, yellow, blue, orange. There are pictures, as if a child had fallen into a workshop of temple painters. The print is large.

Go, Dog, Go.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard makes sure that his family is comfortable, then steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

{Quick Summary: The Mayhews have family time with Aunty Bianca, who asks what religion Joshua will be raised in; Richard doesn't know, and Asar-Suti is killed dead with BebeCute.}

Hip-deep in building a PKE beacon, Ray explains it (somewhat) to Asar-Suti, Ace, and April.

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Another journal update.]

The trouble with sleep is that when it's really good, your brain doesn't want to leave it even if your body is insisting on stupid things like being fed and moving around. Ray trundles into the bar, one fist rubbing the sand from his eyes, the other hand clutching the handle to a fairly large red toolbox. This he sets down on one of the barstools before getting his morning coffee and heading out to take up a place at one of the bigger tables. Very shortly the contents of the box- mostly electronic things, but several sheets of paper and blueprints and the like- cover the majority of the table and the toolbox is pushed out of sight. It would be an inspiring display of technological ingenuity if it weren't being done by a half-awake man in Incredible Hulk slippers.

The Entry Post of Sideshow Bob, Featuring Melaka Fray as the Voice of Reason

[sideshowrobert.livejournal.com]

"...Cecil, if we are going to share a cell, then we are going to have to agree to disagree about the merits of Timon of..."

One second, Robert "Sideshow Bob" Terwillger was in the exercise yard at Springfield Minimal Security Prison. The next, he was in the Bar. He looks around, at himself, the Bar, and blinks.

"Cecil? Where are you?

"Where am I, for that matter?" Confused, he walks towards the Bar and wonders just when the warden put a bar in. And where the ceiling came from.

In which it's a million to one chance, but it might just work!

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"So Ray took his PKE meter into the offices, and looked for Tim's energy signature. And what Ray found was, in his estimation, far too strong."

Esk is sitting in her normal chair, a book open on her lap. Her hawk is sitting on the back of her chair, eating something small and furry and not quite indentifiable.

"...if he was magic, you could say he was also energy. Assuming, that is, that I understand some of Ray's ideas, and some of the ideas I encountered back home. And energy cannot be destroyed."

She's not reading the book really, as she sits sipping at her beer and staring at the trilobite tank.

"Perhaps anything is possible in my crazy world?"

If asked what she was thinking, she'd probably declare she was wondering what Julietta was thinking, as the curious squid insatiably explores his tank for the thousandth time.

It's a million to one chance.

She'd be lying of course, but if Julietta was aware of the wizard's stare, he'd certainly be curious about what she was thinking. If he knew what she was thinking, he'd be perhaps even more curious about that.

Million to one chances crop up nine times out of ten.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

[OOM: April writes in her journal]

April is sitting at the bar eating a stack of pancakes.

She wouldn't mind being talked to.

Tim's funeral

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's a sunny day, and the air has that crispness that's only present in mid-spring and mid-fall.

On the far side of the lake, there is a gaping hole where once there was none.

There are flowers everywhere. Thank Ophelia for that. Even now she's moving back and forth, slowly, adding blooms here and there.

People are starting to gather.

The pallbearers already brought the casket out. It hovers over the hole with the force of a dozen stabilising spells.

It's nearly time to begin.

Time to bury Sir Timothy Hunter.*

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[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

It takes Isabel awhile to make it out of the door to go out back. She's dressed in black, the colour of mourning. Already she's crying. She doesn't want to do this but she needs to. And so she steps outside...

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[mini-maestro.livejournal.com]

Schroeder pokes his head around the door of the bar. It looks pretty deserted, so he thinks it's probably okay if he goes and plays on the piano for a bit.

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[someonesdog]

This time there's no blood, no reason to panic, nothing to worry Angua as she once again dsicovers that The Bucket has become Milliways.

So after the initial rapid glance around the bar, she orders a Beer and takes a table near the observation window, admiring the apocalypse.

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[iustus_rex]

Edmund comes downstairs with his sketchbook, getting a pot of tea before heading over to a booth.

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[tweak-ears.livejournal.com]

Several weeks have passed for Inuyasha in the Feudal Era. So his surprise should be forgivable when he finds himself in the bar again.

Feel free to bother the hanyou. If you ask nicely, he might let you rub his ears.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony moves to San Francisco. ]

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[highflyin-scott.livejournal.com]

[Post this which is actually in three parts.]

He opens the door and relief washes over his face. He's in board shorts and a wife beater this time, a tan showing on his skin. He's been in the outside world for longer than he'd been out of the bar. He hasn't realized this himself yet and his eyes search the bar for familiar faces.

Jack tells Bethany her baby is doing fine, suggests some names and explains his nature

[jack_inthegreen]

He's back. He's got green tea again, along with an apple this time. He's also brought a book, though at the moment it's being ignored for the observation window.

Summary in post

[milliways_sawyer]

Having watched enough of the funeral, Sawyer has come back inside. He sits somberly in a booth with a cigarette in one hand and bottle of whiskey near the other. There's no glass to be seen.

He's not exactly mourning Tim. Truth be told, he never exactly liked the guy. When everyone around you is so sad, though, the mood tends to catch.

[Summary: Claire tells Sawyer about her and Jaina's conversation and finds out that James was wee!Sawyer; Boone gives Sawyer job counseling and wants to tell the other islanders about Milliways; Gil offers Sawyer paradoxes and gets grouching in return.]

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

An injured ex-counterterrorism agent walks into the bar. It’s not worth saying “ow,” because he’s already hurt. And mightily peeved. He’s not looking for any lovely, raven-haired beauties in particular. He’s just looking for a place to sit.

[ For the Millichannel summarizer: Summary of threadzilla can be found here ]

Lookit! A Bethany!

[ex-last-scion.livejournal.com]

Bethany wanders downstairs and curls up in one of the large easy chairs to scribble in her baby book.

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[ohjeffrey.livejournal.com]

Jeff inna bar, just sittin' around...

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[boy-not-lost.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Thinking of the journey]

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[ffvii-reno.livejournal.com]

Reno is in a bar.

This isn't an unusual occurance. This time, however, it isn't his bar. It's the bar that the door to his bar sometimes leads to, when it isn't a dank, smoky pit of a place.

He stops, looks around, and swears.

"Shit."

With that, he makes his way to the bar, lighting up as he goes.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael hurries into the bar, very smartly dressed, and looks around for Bernard- there's no sign of him, so he heads out to the lake*

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

There's a small woman in a schoolgirl outfit collecting the empties and looking unusually emotionless.

[OOP: Mun must be off at 5.30pm CST, but is happy to slowtime past that point.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's in the bar, sitting in the back booth she likes to frequent, sipping at a glass of Whyren's Reserve. The memory of the voices in the woods on that island still haunt her. She knows about the funeral going on outside, and the bad moods of the rest of the bars patrons is starting to iritate the woman. She hasn't seen Iris since she returned, and can't help but worry that maybe her friend got injured in the war. Overall, Jaina's mood isn't much better than it was yesterday. Still, she's willing to try and put a smile on her face if you want to talk to her.

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[gone_byebye]

After Tim's funeral ends, Ray trudges back into the Bar in as close to full Ghostbusting uniform as one can get without a proton pack. He's looking around for someone- two or three someones, specifically: Peter, or Romana, or the Flash. In the process, he stops at the bar and gets a glass of his usual creepy dark green soda.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Due to the wonder that is Milli-time, Val has been running out back for a while, after attending Tim's funeral. Coming in, she plops herself down at Bar, taking a long drink of the red iced tea that was cheerfully provided, along with a tray. Looks like she's on duty, running shorts, tank top and all. For now, at least.

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[mogget_cat]

*The Mogget slinks down the countertop, skirting napkin holders and drinks, to the corner. It lies down in its normal spot, looking comfortably smug. Come pet the pretty white kitty!*

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny's in the bar, sipping a cup of tea looking thoughtful maybe a little lonely, Any one is free to cure her of that


[ooc:Ginny-mun may be slow answering but she will some time p.s.]

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[river_meimei]

River's in the bar.

...No, not any more. Outside the bar, now.

She walks barefoot in the grass, and feels the damp ground squishing between her toes.

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

One slightly crankly forensic entomologist is in the bar, reading a book. He had not known Tim Hunter, but feels saddened at his passing nonetheless.

Feel free to interrupt, the entomologist doesn't bite.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace has an adventure of the breaky sort.)

It seems Ace didn't spend the whole night with Baby, last night. She claims the low table by the couch, and carefully arranges a series of polaroid pictures on its surface. One, she keeps for herself. Those who were part of Tim's War might see something very, very interesting in those pictures.
After that, she just curls up on the couch and stares at the fire.

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[bloodyrockgod]

The day started well. Very well. Waking-up-with-Bartleby-in-his-room well.

But then there was the notice and the funeral . . . and now Charlie has his guitar and notebook out, scribbling and strumming and frowning.

When he starts singing, his voice is quiet.

( He'd put this song away when Bartleby came home. )

He continues scribbling, but it's just details now.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Sometime after the funeral, as the afternoon shades into twilight, Alain sits on a stretch of fairly dry ground and smokes. His eyes are on the lake, but his face is distant.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

At some point Anthy wanders in, smiling distractedly -- as if she ever isn't -- and carries her tea and octopus dumplings to a seat by the windows.

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[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

After the funeral, Molly walks back inside the bar, orders a cuppa, and sits at a table with her art supplies by her. She idly draws, trying not to think about what had happened.

((Mun will be around for an hour or so. Can always slow time after that.))

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

Romana wanders back into the bar from her TARDIS with an old dusty tome under her arm. She's spent most of her time travelling, refusing to think about the war or anyone dying in it. She's not sure what the outcome is and she isn't sure she ought to ask.

For now, she'll drink and read a decent if out-dated technical manual which will serve as a suitable distraction until someone sees fit to interupt her.

In which Archie and Svava mope about Tim and then Yrael comes over and plots are made for a Party

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie and Svava enter the bar from out by the lake. They are looking particularly somber, but it is expected after having just attended a funeral.

Entrance Post

[un_fallen]

[Pre-Milliways]

A dark-haired man in a colorless coat comes through the front door, head down and sorting through a set of keys. He glances up at the sound of voices, and frowns. He ducks out to look at the street again, then shrugs and comes back in.

Actually, he could really use a drink.

[OOC: Yet another new mun! The nerves, they are a-humming...]

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

After Tim's funeral, Faith is sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace, still dressed in black, coffee in hand, looking very sad.

Clearly, she needs to be cheered up.

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian comes in and lays down on the floor. He's not in the middle of the bar or anything- he's just looking at the ceiling. There were stars up there, before. Now it's just wood.

He's not feelin' the love*

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[wizard_dresden]

Okay, so, Bob's not pissed at me anymore, which is good. And, he's liking his perch here on the bar, next to this nifty napkin holder. Fine with me. I'll just sit here and drink my very exciting glass of water and, well, drink my water.

Having no money kind of sucks.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

Sitting the corner near the door to the lake that KARR often claims is a new car. Instead of a black and silver Trans Am, a muddy, red and white striped Mustang is parked, looking as if she's trying to hide herself in a corner. Stupid tutu, stupid Q... she thinks to herself, briefly wishing she ahd her scanner. If there was any way of showing it, the car would look gloomy.

Transmogrified, muddy, and in a bad temper...it's a bad day to be KARR.

[Temporary summary for slowtimed thread: KARR, sporting a new body and gender due to mocking Q, meets Dina and is threatened with being blown up (and threatens to run her over in return, briefly speaks to Anthy, meets Beast and explains a few things, then proceeds to help confuse/surprise Kitt, Bonnie, and PeeJee, and briefly explains things to Ace.]

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[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

And down the stairs comes Sariel, looking overly cheery today. Probably because everyone else is so angsty, and considering it's always been her job to be a scandalous contradiction, she's got to be.

"Bar!" Sariel is so glad to see Bar! Bar never seems sad. "Can I have a ... um ..." Something not intoxicating. "A Mad Hungarian, I think, will do."

There's Sariel's Mad Hungarian after a quick hesitation, and she plops herself down at a stool, crosses her legs and sips at her drink, idly. Bother her. She needs it.

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[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

*Iris appears in the middle of the bar*

She is a little bewildered and wonders where in the gourd she has landed herself this time.

"Hello?" she says tentatively as she glances around the room she has appeared in. "I knew I shouldn't have looked in that gourd" she mutters to herself under her breath.

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[the_lioness]

*After the funeral, Alanna spent a good hour training; working with a blade never fails to clear her head. Tired, she takes a seat at the bar and orders a glass of wine, slowly lifting it in a mumbled toast to Tim.*

To all friends, wherever they wander. They will not be forgotten.

[Summary: Val and Alanna's almost innocent conversation is interrupted by Stampy, Zedd apologizes and explains his wizard's stone and Ace shows Alanna the statue picture, woe.]

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is sitting at a table with his tea. It might be noticed that the table is covered with a deverse asortment of flowers. The smells from them have mixed rather well, and it seems very peaceful because of that.

The mun wasn't on, but Zedd was there when the ceremony for tim happened. He was just in the back where no one had noticed him. He may feel a little loss for Tim being dead, but he really didn't know him very well. Feel free to bother him.

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[tibetanmethod]

( far outside of Milliways )

As he opens the door, comprehension dawns on his face.

This place.

He's on high alert, even with the lure of the universe's best coffee drawing him toward the bar.

Dina meets Virlomi and Chris, who unknowingly begs to be recruited for evil.

[terroristlady.livejournal.com]

Dina is being cautious. If your name is not Bauer or Almeida, she'll talk to you. If your name is Bauer or Almeida, she might walk away in the opposite direction, or turn so that you only saw the back of her head. Because Dina's not trying to deal with that today.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Once again, Elaine is in the bar. She is writing upon occasion, gazing off into the distance with a sappy smile upon occasion, and looking worried upon occasion.

Elaine is a woman of many moods. She's mostly good right now though, and she would love to talk.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Upstairs, Claire finds something she was looking for.]]

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

The Last Day of his Tutu-hood.

Thank god. Q looks at his mun and shakes his head sadly. Stupid bet.^*









(ooc:^*Q-text)

(Summary: He mildly snarks with Ace, with Duo, and has discussions with even milder snark with Tom Riddle and with Val. Venkman is an eternal butt of his snark, however.)

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom is back in the bar, after paying his respects. He sits as a bar, but every now and then he gets up and walks about. He seems thoughtful and restless this evening.*

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is leaning against the bar playing grim funeral music on his harp. He surveys the patrons of the bar carefully. He thinks himself rather considerate to play such occasion-driven music, because he is not in a terrible mood. He is feeling on edge, and it shows up in his movements.

(no subject)

[hidslikeachild.livejournal.com]

Angela is sitting next to the fire in a nice squishy chair. Chachi, the zinia, is next to her on a table. She is smiling broadly, and playing air guitar while humming the notes that would be playing if she had a guitar.

Feel free to bother her, or tell her that she's bothering you.

(no subject)

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

Ryan is in the bar.

He has coffee but no book.

And the bar doesn't seem to want to give him a book.

So he has coffee.

Entrance Post

[warrior-mouse.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and in steps Martin the Warrior.  The mouse appears weary and pawsore, as if he has travelled far on his journey between his world and Milliways.  He lays down the sword slung across his back as he surveys his surroundings warily...

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[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow sits in a booth, her back leaning against the wall, her legs spread out of the cushion in front of her. A mug of cider sits on the table before her, steam rising from it. She blows at the team, making it spread out away from her.

Her mood? Touchy, but not all that unpleasant. She's still somewhat confused about the bar though. Having gathered a little bit of information about her predicament she knows she is stuck, but for how long?

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy had returned to the bar after paying tribute to Tim this morning, and he hasn't really shifted from the booth he chose to share with a bottle of whiskey all those hours ago.

But the level of the bottle hasn't dropped much. Somehow it didn't feel very fitting to drown his sorrows.

Instead, still sporting a fine three-piece suit of brown tweed, he spent most of the day just watching the other mourners, wondering if Tim would have really wanted everyone moping around. But, regardless of his considerations, Indy can't help feeling downcast as well.

So he's still there, sullenly toying with the bottle and glancing around blankly from time to time.

[Summary: Mike's mini!phant tries to cheer Indy up and goes off on a peanut-filled adventure. Tom stops by to commiserate over Tim, and then Lorelai, and they discuss women, the War, and snakes. Indy finds out a little about Tom's past and the alternate self that is waging war in HP world. Ace drops off a polaroid of the Indy statue in Tim's park, and they plan a big party in Tim's honor. Garion continues to teach Indy the Drasnian secret language with greetings and people's names]

PeeJee, Lady Ako, and discussing Tim's death.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee's in the bar.

Well, down in the bar, from Kitt's room. It turns out that standing by a pyre fueled with chocolate, synthetic wizard hats, and Asar-Suti feathers makes you smell worse than cigarette smoke.

And giving and listening to eulogies makes you tired.

So she's had a shower and a nap in Kitt's room after seeing Aubrey home again, and a change of clothes.

However, spottting Bonnie, Kitt, a strange man and a strange car catches her attention, and she heads over.

If you want to catch her, you'd better abuse some Millitime.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil enters the bar from the kitchen in a very different mood from his bouncy entrance the day before.

He goes to the blackboard and writes:

Dear Customers of Milliways,

Due to todays sad events the kitchen has been running on a reduced staff. All the regular menu items are available upon application to the waiting staff or the bar herself.

We apologise for any inconvenience.

Then he picks up his tray and picks up a few empties, wandering around the bar in a thoughtful mood.

Time for a FIELD TRIP.

[frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com]

Blinding lights shine into the bar from outside-- headlights. The loud honking of a horn is heard. Over the cacophony, impossibly loud, comes a chipper woman's voice:


"Seatbelts, everyone!"



[OOC: Thread has reached maximum occupancy, and is now closed. Kthnxbye.]

In which Guppy finds out that he's bound, and isn't too pleased about it.

[guppy_sandhu]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]

Guppy has been in the bar for a while. He has finished his crossword but given up on the Su Doku because he has a migraine, which is another side effect of his sleep deprivation. He glances down at his watch, which displays his home time, to see if his boiled egg should be done yet.

7.38pm

To his surprise, no time has passed at all. He had expected at least five minutes to pass in Holby. As he watches for the familiar rhythm of ticking every twelve Milli-seconds the hand stays rooted to its position.

Bugger. My watch has stopped

He asks the bar for a battery and if he could possibly borrow a screwdriver. Nothing happens. Puzzled, he fiddles with it again to try and make it go. His pager makes a small beeping sound, and he pulls it off his belt to have a look.

‘No signal’

Something suddenly occurs to him. He hurries to the door and walks through…

Back into the bar. He tries again and again frantically but all it does is give him a bigger headache. He runs at it, trying to force his way out, trips and lands next to where he started. He bangs his fist on the floor, swears under his breath, gets up and carries on trying desperately. Eventually, seeing that it is hopeless, he slams the door and sits down in a nearby chair with his head in his hands, wondering what on earth he is going to do now.

Tahiri returns to the Bar

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Barefoot, Tahiri enters the bar with a knapsack thrown over her shoulder. It's stuffed almost to bursting with things she's brought back from Zonoma Sekot. Fresh clothes, a couple of holos... she even remembered spare parts for Jaina's datapad.

She frowns as she looks around- something has changed. The mood of the bar is... different, somehow. She feels as if she's missed something important, but since she didn't spend more than an hour at home... she's not quite sure what.

(no subject)

[staines-mp.livejournal.com]

Ali is sitting at a table drinking some “erbal tea” he’s convinced the bar to make.

Summary in post, because it's long.

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

Chase inna bar, for a limited time only.

He's sitting in a corner, sipping a glass of orange juice, coughing occasionally, and generally looking pretty dismal.

Come cheer him up. Or make him feel even suckier, if your name happens to start with "J" and end with "ack Bauer."

You know, whichever.

[OOC: Summary--Chase is sexually harassed by the Speak n'Spell, is thoroughly creeped-out by Asmodean, shares a cup of tea with Dina Araz, and has a conversation with Chris Chappelle that is fraught with "I don't like you" subtext.]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's still at her booth. She's no longer sitting there watching people, but crying into her hands uncontrollably, thanks to a conversation she's just had with Sawyer. There's a half empty bottle of Whyren's Reserve on the table nearby and a neglected cup still mostly full with the drink.

If anyone wants to console her, feel free.

Ako comforts Mordred, in fox shape.

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ticky-tack tick-itty-tack
The nine tail fox is back
She makes her way up to the bar
Inari and tea can't be far

Not Inari, god of rice
Eating him would not be nice
Inari sushi for Ako
Talk to her so she will not go!

OOM

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Somewhere, not here, something is searching, seeking a way back.*

it should be here.... it should be here.

Meg meets Duo, talks to Indy about parties and her sort-of-wedding, and discusses waste with Esk

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders down into the bar and sits down in a booth. A mug of coffee materializes in front of her.

She looks a little lost, and a little wary. It's been a - complicated day.*

(no subject)

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Barts in the bar. He looks thoughtful, and is simply staring into space.

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer comes through the door; a definite action, rather than simply fading into view in a corner, though the light brush of his feet and the way the door closes without a sound might suggest that he's being unobtrusive about it. You'd probably only notice him if you were looking quite hard.

He takes a seat without ordering anything, leaving a small trail of sand where his feet fall. He's not quite smiling.

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[stbethadettes]

It's frequently time for a drink when you live at a bar.

So Beth takes a seat at the bar and gets her usual martini. It hasn't really been so usual lately, anyway.

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly walks downstairs and sits at the bar. She has her drawing stuff. She is looking around for something to draw. Come talk to her or let her draw you, or something.*

Talking Shakespeare with River, Tim Hunter with Snow, and Different Worlds with Susan Delgado

[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia Vorkosigan walks into the bar and looks around for anyone she knows.*

*It's been a while.*

Jack and Asmodean talk current events (while Jack's mun threatens her laptop with a knitting needle)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He didn't bother bringing his book down today, as he knows he's not going to get much reading done.

He's thinking at the moment, but he could use the distraction from anyone that isn't likely to break him.

[ooc: *sigh* My computer is being extra slow tonight, so feel free to tag, but don't be surprised if my responses are rather slow & we have to slowtime.]