Evil...bar...doors...

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel stumbles through the entrance with her hand bleeding, fingers in her mouth and broken bits of glass in her other hand. Then her eyes widen in annoyance or anger as she turns to glare at the bar door. Removingg her fingers from her mouth she growls at the offending thing "I wasn't looking for a first aid kit in the BAR!"

She contemplates kicking the doorframe for good measure but decides to grab a handful of napkins instead and sink into a chair.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg can't sleep.

Rubbing her eyes a bit, she wanders down to the bar for a midnight - well, not snack. Cup of coffee. But close enough. Because coffee will help her get to sleep. Er.

Look, no one's ever praised Meg for her logic.*

(no subject)

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

Ron was very grumpy-looking as he sat at the Bar, stirring a biscuit idly around in his mug of cocoa.

He'd fought with Xander.

Then reflexively felt bad 'cause he really had been acting like a prat.

He'd fought with Harry.

Then reflexively felt bad for not telling him about Malfoy and what had happened when he'd first been Bound to the Bar.

He was tired of fighting with people.

A smile did creep over his face as he thought of Nita and his upcoming date with her though.

Do Not Disturb

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

And where, you may ask, is PeeJee?

She's on the couch, still, passed right out.

Yes, really passed out tonight, with her chocolate box open and half-empty on the table, and a bottle of raspberry twist Absolut mostly empty beside it. The silly girl has hardly touched her water. She meant to. Her notebook, too, is open, but all that's written on tonight's page is,

I love you so much.

She's in clear view of the front door. She meant to be.

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

(Earlier)

A small, black, purple-eyed bonsai cow with a brown braid is now wandering around the bar.

"Moo."

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[Out of Milliways: Ray takes Peter Venkman back to his own version of New York City. This goes well until Peter looks southward and realizes something is missing. Ray explains, with some whitetext, and they eventually get to eat lunch. Peter tells Ray about the events of the past few years in his world, and Ray reciprocates with some fairly nightmarish news about Louis Tully. They then return to the Firehall, where explanations are made all around, and where Peter finally gets to drag someone other than Ray around by the ear- namely, the OTHER Peter.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony feels content about his job. ]

Out of Milliways: Indy's bedroom

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Missing the point... )



[Rated R for language and nudity]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Lucy and Adam, upstairs. Not-quite-a-warning for not-quite-smut.]

In which Kitt comes back from an unspecified amount of time in Xanth.

[steadfastknight]

Kitt walked in through the front door. For those watching, there was a glimpse of the outdoors - lush and green and distinctly magical - before the door closed. Though he wore jeans, they were of a design that was slightly off, and his shirt was not of normal nature. It seemed to have no seams at all.

Seem. Seam. Hah. He rolled his eyes as he stood there, head bowed, faintly shivering, trying to regain himself.

He could see PeeJee rather passed out on the couch.

He left her there, instead turning to head up the stairs, almost dragging his feet. He looked stronger. He seemed like he'd filled out more. He had a sword strapped around his waist beneath the satchel. But he also had dark circles around his eyes that looked like they'd take two years to abate.

All in all, Kitt was an AI worn thin.

(no subject)

[tame-wolf.livejournal.com]

She clicks down the stairs, woken by the moon.

Her blood is stirring. Time to move on. Quent is out there somewhere.

Well-mannered, she sits by the door and does not scratch, waiting for someone to come in or go out.

[And returns the way she came, dejectedly, after having met Angua and having been refused by the door.]

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: To Xanth: Journal Entries.]

Breakfast at MIlliways

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

A millichannel marker.

[Because mun is moving today. Wish me luck!]

summary below

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Claire has another nightmare.]]


Claire. Bar. Fire. Tea. The only thing different from yesterday is the thoughtful look on her face has become a little more tired. Distractions? Would be more than welcome.


[[Summary: Claire talks with Barry about who would be the best teachers for the theoretical Millischool; she begrudgingly opens up to Jaina about her son's safty and mentions her nigthmares; she chats with Jack about Kim, Millitime, and stupid islands with polar bears; and lastly she gets some much needed comfort from Richard, talks about school again, and thinks about becoming a teacher.]]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[Upstairs Now downstairs]

*Adam stretches, and rolls over. Or, more correctly, tries to roll over, as there is something in his way. Someone in his way. Lucy, even. He props himself up on his side, smiling, and runs his fingers down her cheek. He kisses her forehead and lays back down to watch her sleep*

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina and Sawyer, morning.]

(no subject)

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

Zekk's sitting at the bar, doing a fare amount of people studying. He may be looking for one or two people in particular. He turns briefly in his seat to ask the bar for a piece of fruit to eat. He places down a couple of credit chips in return when his food suddenly appears and goes back to his people watching.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

It's early, but Charlie gets a pint anyway.

Pint, guitar, notebook. And baby monitor tucked into a pocket.

( And quite possibly he's singing this. )

[ooc: sorry, must run & do work-like things. back but will be sporadic most of the afternoon.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

A sleepy looking Sara is in the bar. She's curled up near the fireplace, absently thumbing through her notebook.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter stumbles down the stairs, squinting in the glare of the lights. He makes his way to the bar, using the backs of chairs and quite possibly some random strangers' shoulders as support, sits down, and rests his forehead on the wood, his eyes clenched shut.

He's wearing jeans and an undershirt. He must be hungover.

(no subject)

[coolhandlucas.livejournal.com]

Lucas is in the bar. Lucas is almost always in the bar. He just doesn't always talk to people. But he wants to now!

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe comes down into the main bar, to get some breakfast and be sociable.

(no subject)

[fast-as-flash.livejournal.com]

Wally is sitting by the fire, writing in a notebook at a controlled fast speed. That is, you can -see- that he's writing, but the pages are whipping by very quickly. He's also paper wasting again. Four sentences or less per page, oh boy!

(no subject)

[someonesdog]

After meeting Blue on enterring the bar, Angua figures she might as well proceed with her already made plan of drinking until she forgets the events of the past week in Ankh-Morpork, so she takes a seat at the Bar and orders a beer, which she drinks steadily and quietly.

But if someone were to interrupt her, she might not bite.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael wanders downstairs, having again not bothered with shoes. He goes to the bar for breakfast, and also asks for a sketchpad and some pencils. He settles in a booth and starts to work while he eats.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

The Triplets bound down the stairs, singing a song at the top of their lungs and each waving a bowling pin around like a club.

The Giant Tub comes tumbling after them, with Morty and Xandru sloshing around in the water that fills it presently.

May their creator forgive me for what I'm about to do.

( The Horrid Song they're singing. Written by them. With many apologies to their creator. )

[ooc: Elaine/Triplets. They love Elaine, Elaine loves them, and no one really understands why.]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sitting at a table with a plate with some breads, a couple of pieces of assorted fruit, and a few different cheeses. Cautiously surveying the bar, the bard continues to eat his meal. He does glance at the harp lying beside him. He has patrons to play for after his meal.

While paranoid about food and people, he wouldn't mind company.

(no subject)

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A rather beautiful young man is sitting on a rock on the lake shore. Despite the danger to his white silk robe, the professor is enjoying lounging on the hard and perhaps, dirty surface.

Yes, Rhalen is livin' la vida loca.

(no subject)

[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow sits at the bar, a book in hand, a glass of water next to her. She is reading The Time Machine; more accurately though, she is focusing on the parts about the Morlocks. She found the book on the bar and thought to give it a go. Flipping through it she soon saw the word Morlock and was quite intrigued. After-all, the group she lived with in the sewers of Manhattan called themselves the Morlocks.

Her mood? Curious, but she is also somewhat depressed. She gets that way when thinking about her Morlocks, which no longer exist. Come over and take her mind off of the saddening thoughts.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason heard the fire crackling before he opened his eyes. What a crazy dream. He stretched and opened his eyes, taking in the bar for a moment before flopping back onto the couch. Ok, it wasn't a dream. He headed to the bar to see if he could get some food and find out what was going on. He smiled. Maybe he'd run into that gorgeous blond again... Jason follows Maureen up to her room. ooc slowtime

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon, and his harp, enter through the portrait. All in all, its probably a good thing he spent five years (shh) doing manual labor in addition to apprenticing as a bard. The harp is heavy. He finds a table, and begins to tune.

In the Greenhouse...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine feels like making things grow again, and she's asked for seeds from the bar. She has always enjoyed the feeling of dirt under her fingernails (and washing it off, of course), and this is, after all, an acceptable ladies' occupation, even in her day.

The flowers this time are rather simple ones, pansies, poppies, daisies, violets. But the tray of earth she's putting them in is a large one--there should be even more of a riot of color in her corner of the greenhouse than there already is with her lilies. She plans to plant them outside once they're ready.


Come visit her...she's in a wonderful mood.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Last night by the lake, Peter and Lilly get drunk, talk, and name his horse.]

summary in post

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is in the bar and she's back to regular clothes (t-shirt, khakis and sandals). No more looking like a call girl!

So she's down in the bar with another book and a cup of coffee.

She's open to conversation.

[OOC: Chris chats briefly with Asmodean. Tony and Chase come up to her to fret about Kim, she tries to reassure them. She also discusses sports with Tony and she and Chase talk about someone they both have in common.]

(no subject)

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

After stumbling into the bar unexpectedly a few days ago, Maureen had found a room upstairs and passed out, exhausted. Now she wanders back downstairs and orders coffee from the Bar, wondering what day it is and who all these strange-looking people are. Feel free to come bother her.

OOC: Summary (so far): Jason sits down next to her and starts flirting. There is mutual seduction, undeterred by Maureen learning that he's a werewolf. Currently in slow-time.

Also, there is/will be adult content contained within this post. Consider yourself warned.

Sara and Tony discuss various oddities in the bar.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony tries not to worry too much about Kim on his first week on the job. ]

Tony has a weak smile on his face as he heads straight towards the bar and orders a cup of hot chocolate. If he's felt any jealousy towards the men and women who could simply walk up and order a drink from him, it's removed by the time the sweet cocoa reaches his lips and soothes him, if only temporarily, from the stress and the cold that's been bothering him. Sure, could alcohol have done the same trick? Of course--but then, a healthy dose of hot sugar and whip cream could do the job without the side-effects. And he's seen enough drunk people in the nightclub this week, thanks.

As usual, he's not opposed to being talked to.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan comes out of the staff hallway, dressed for riding and stable work. She's smiling, apparently pleased at the prospect-- Pat Delgado's daughter was ever good with horses, and likes well the job that she's found herself doing here, say true.

Before going back outside, however, she gets a cup of hot chocolate and an orange from the bar and takes both over to the couch.

[Summary: Susan talks with Val and Helen both about pegasi and with them and Tony about the stables. She and Anthy talk about magic and books, and move on to Arthur Eld (slowtimed).

Alain shows up, and there is more stabletalk, along with a visit. Crowley wanders by, and Susan gives them a tour and promises Crowley that horses can be taught to not fear him, so that he can ride. He calls Boukephalos in, and then leaves soon after - Susan and Alain stay out for a while, tending to chores and the horses and being generally companionable.

Finally, Susan and Faith talk about the Seven and departures and unhappiness, and Faith acts as a protective friend who offers to beat up Cuthbert. Misunderstanding avoided, they chat about kilts and miniskirts and a plot is formed...]

(no subject)

[backwardname.livejournal.com]

A dog walks into a bar, and his mun actually had thought of a punchline, but it's gone astray.

Rather, Judge walks into Milliways Bar, somehow Campbell-less for just a moment. One may wonder where he put the wayward lawyer, until Campbell Alexander, Esquire, eventually comes out and gives the Doberman a Look.

"... How long have you been here without me?" he asks. "Who taught you to open doors, anyway?"

Judge makes a muffled 'mrrwuff' noise like dogs do when they try and bark with their mouths closed.

"I know," says Campbell, who is not at all disconcerted by people seeing him talk to a dog. "I did. I know that, Judge. Maybe I should take a break, anyhow."

Too bad he brought his briefcase anyway.
Come. Bother him.

Too bad Judge doesn't actually have that iPod.

In the Stables

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter is standing in Duncan's stall, just talking to him quietly, letting the horse get to know his voice and his smell. Duncan whickers quietly. It sounds rather like they're having a conversation.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Claire and Bartleby talk about the naming ceremony. Millitimed to yesterday morning.]]

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes in from the lake and tacks a note to the board.

To All Patrons Stabling a Horse Here:

I am making plaques with the name of the horse and the owner, so that the horses are easily identifiable. Please leave a description of the horse, the horses name, and your name.

Thank you, ~Helen

With that, she heads out the door again.

In which Delia and Ghost meet, talk and flirt, then Delia and Ben talk before she unsettles him.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar, jeans and a black jumper and tastefully pretty emerald earrings.]

[she's also very, very bored.]

[this is somewhat evident in the fact she can't, for once, keep still]

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

On the bartop, a tumbler appears, and slowly begins to fill with bourbon. A hand grasps it, and then the rest of the body forms out from the hand. The man and the glass walks away from the bar and find a comfortable seat to watch from.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM: Where Wash will be until further notice]

(no subject)

[maybetheyare.livejournal.com]

A little while ago, Ponyboy walked into the bar. Eventually he found the door that goes out by the lake. Do not ask how. He just did.

Right now he's watching the sunset and smoking a cigarette. This may or may not be the actual time the sun is supposed to set. The mun has no idea.

Come talk to him, or possibly give him a lecture on Why Fourteen Year Old Boys Should Not Smoke.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*All that can be seen of the angel from the majority of the bar are diamond-patterned socks and terribly sensible shoes. He's half-lying along a bench in one of the booths, though his long legs overhang slightly, and his tweed jacket is bundled up behind his back.

He has a cup of tea and he's reading.

No one is particularly surprised by this*

(no subject)

[syfte.livejournal.com]

Syfte + a copy of Macbeth + sitting at a barstool = exams ate all entrance post ability, so sorry.

But Syfte is here. Reading Shakespeare she has somehow.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

In his comfortable seat, Cole sputters out the mouthful of Bourbon he had been in the middle of drinking. His hand flies up to his chest, above his heart. When he pulls it back, he half expects to see blood, but nothing is there.

He thinks for a moment, then begins to chant in Latin.

A white light surrounds him, and he disappears.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's clothes are in order, as is his hair (as much as it ever is), but he still manages to give off the impression of being slightly windblown. He looks a little tired, too, but that's not the same as unhappy. Not at all*

Life Still Goes On

[firmus-piett.livejournal.com]

Piett comes down again, and leaves a note on the board for Bernard. Simply put the ex-admiral is looking for a job.

After that, he gets himself a glass of Axxilan Plum Wine, and moves to a table. Again, feel free to bug the Admiral.

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

((PeeJee's Day))

PeeJee's in the bar, back on the sofa in plain view of the door. She's got a notebook again... and a slice of pizza and a diet coke. Huh. Unusual choices.

More usual is the fact that she's writing.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is sitting at a table witha pile of sticks. He seems to be working on them, shaving them smooth, burning images along them in various ways, then hollowing them out and slipping a bit of magic inside, before capping them off and setting them to one side. Yes, for some reason, Tim has decided to make wands. Lord alone knows why. Oh, and there is a sign on the table before him. "GOT QUESTIONS ABOUT MILLIWAYS? I CAN HELP." After all, there does seem to be ainflux of newcomers.*

We're headed for a showdown - Cheysuli Chronicles style.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways.]

---

"I don't believe it Ian; the tavern. Inside a barn. It's ... it's impossible..."

"And yet here it is," I said, acting calmer than I felt. Luckily Niall didn't see through my practised deception. There are advantages to being a clan-raised warrior after all. "And to be honest I'm glad it is. Our grain supply is running low; we need to stock up on more food if we're to make it to Homana alive."

Niall turned as though to protest, but instead he nodded his head.

"Come Niall; let us go inside. Gods know we both could use some food and drink," I said as Tasha entered the open door first, while Niall and Serri brought up the rear.


[OOC: Slowtimed until tomorrow.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes down the stairs. He's dressed -- well, okay, he's always dressed for going outdoors, but right now he's also intending to do so.

He sees Susan on one of the couches, and heads over.

Molly Prewett, at your service (First entrance)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly sighed happily. She had spent a dizzying two hours with Arthur down by the lake. When when it was time to go back to Gryffindor tower, Arthur had caused a distraction so that Molly could sneak past Apollyon Pringle, the nasty caretaker, and make it safely up the stairs. She hoped he didn't get caught.

Giggling slightly as she breathlessly approached the portrait of the Fat Lady (who guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room) she said the password quietly. "Carpe Diem!"

"Young lady! The Fat Lady began, in what Molly had come to know as the lecture tone.

Molly ignored it and slipped behind the potrait and into...

"This isn't the common room!"

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

(Pre-Milliways)

Silence. Darkness.

... and then a slow, drifting return to consciousness.



Apart from the fact that the floor under his back feels solidly wooden, this feels nauseatingly familiar.

(no subject)

[not-pchan.livejournal.com]

And suddenly, after a long absence, Ryoga finds himself somewhere familiar again.

Normally he'd complain about ending up here, but since he's just spent about five days even more lost than usual.... well, he'll do anything to keep familiar surroundings.

But, still, he doesn't move past the doorway for the moment. He doesn't want to risk getting lost -here-. It tends to be a little more terrifying, which is saying something.

(no subject)

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

Toga-clad, laurel-wreathed Chase inna bar, carrying a copy of The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. He doesn't look like he's gotten much--if any--sleep. [Insert witty joke about "24" canon here.]

Come cheer him up. Or wake him up, because he's using the book as a pillow at the moment.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil, being in a Mediterranean mood plus having slightly ODed on espresso, bounces out to the blackboard humming something by Verdi. He picks up the chalk and begins to write:

Dear customers of Milliways.

Tonight for your delight we present some Italian specials ~

Paste with White Truffles

Penne with Vodhka Tomato Sauce

Spaghetti All' Aglio Peperoncino Piccante

Spero che li godiate.


Then he bounces back out to the kitchen, across to the back door and down to the lakeshore. It's too nice a day to be inside.

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

For the first time in nearly a week, George is back in the bar. He is restless, uncertain of the cause and fighting an inexplicable urge to pace. With effort, he keeps himself from doing so, distracting himself by scanning the bar with his eyes for familiar faces.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

[OOM:Upstairs.]

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

After planting flowers, Elaine goes upstairs and washes up, then comes downstairs for dinner. She gives Bar the money that Tony gave her yesterday for her flowers. Elaine's bar tab is still safely in the positive, and she gets dinner (stew, bread, beer) and sits down.

She thinks about everything that's happened in the past few weeks, and worries about Kim some more.

She'd love to talk.

Entrance Post

[once_a_queen]

Susan Pevensie enters her dressing room to change into the next Christian Dior dress for the fashion presentation. She closes the door behind her and turns. She blinks in surprise as she steps into a strange, crowded pub.

Her first thought is that there should be more greenery and flowers, or at least snowy trees, but she corrects herself immediately. There was no Narnia. If she was never there, if it was all only her imagination, then it doesn't hurt to know what she's missed all these years.

Once a queen of Narnia, always a queen of Narnia

She has tried very much to convince herself that a school gymnasium lined with train accident victims was only her imagination as well, but she's not quite succeeded. It's only been two months since her family left her alone, after all.

Susan steps forward on her high heels, looking as exquisite as she always does, no matter how her heart might be breaking. She's had practice looking poised, no matter what.

Wherever she is, she'll not try the door back to her life yet. Not just yet.

OOC: Susan meets the lovely Snow who fills her in. On a breakage scale of 1 to 5, we hit a 1. General Mways confusion is all.
Susan meets Alain, who is lovely and listens when she needs him to. We hit about a 3 there.
Susan reunites with Lucy and the breakage scale hits about 10. Then Peter comes along and there is ooching up to 11.
Edmund joins in, and there is even more. Not quite a happy family, but at least a whole one, for the most part. Old
sorrows are addressed, and Susan admits that there was a Narnia after all.

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

"Tiptoe through the tulips, As the shoe slips, I'll watch Batman fall as he tiptoes through the tulips vit moi."

The Joker does a soft-shoe routine into the bar.




(Summary: Indy (as 'Heather') and Joker Flirt, Tere on the sidelines.)

Gillette runs his mouth about Chappelle's death, giving Dina fuel for her evil fire.

[terroristlady.livejournal.com]

Terrorist in bar with tea and an evil letter.

ph34r, f'reel, yo.

Michelle finds out Kim's missing from Tony; tries to reassure Jack that Kim's okay (and fails a lot)

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle sits in a booth. She has coffee and a croissant. Feel free to bother her.

Exit Post

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

Watching the door and writing hasn't helped, and PeeJee hasn't seen Kitt come in-- she still thinks, in fact, that he's gone. (Had she been watching the bar instead of the door, she'd have seen him.) Alas, now she's late for work and must leave.

Many a Bostonian late-night drinker will be getting punched tonight.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

You're turning Violet, Violet! Wait...no...wrong Violet.

Ahem.

Violet Parr as opposed to Beauregard is in the bar. She is not indeed Violet in color, despite what her icon may show her to be. It's just artistic is all.

Anyway. She sits at a table, sipping a milkshake and eating a cheese burger and fries. Occassionly she dips said fries in her milkshake. Ew...or not.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR's in the bar, and once more is knocking into chairs, tables, and anything that gets too close to his prow. Being in car-shape in a bar can be a trial at times.

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

There's something funny about Xander. And no, it isn't his sparkling conversation. It happens to be his skin, which is completely clear. The other patrons should consider themselves lucky to get this firsthand glimpse at human internal structures.

Wow, Xander should really consider donating his liver sometime. It's a fine-looking specimen.

He sits down at the bar miserably, promising himself to never, never eat what Delirium gives him AGAIN.





[SUMMARY: Xander's skin is transparent thanks to Delirium. In this state, he laughs at Meg's pain to Chase and tries to reassure him that Kim is okay (slowtimed); convinces Jaina that force is to her as party is to him, and also that she is deprived without penguins; meets/snarks at Karr and learns about his freaky world; meets Molly not-yet-Weasley; meets Michelle and crowns her Queen of Milliways (sort of); meets the Joker, who threatens to finish blinding him if Xander doesn't let him in the circus; and rats on the Joker to Faith, who promises to take care of it.


... Gyah, was there PLOT in there?]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at the bar, alternately pouring over a large book of maps and trying to teach Myles the kitten to perch on her shoulder while she moves. She can't help but laugh when he yowls, slides off her arm and lands somewhere in the vicinity of Scanra with a loud thump.*

[Summary: Alanna catches up with George, makes plans with Peter, introduces Myles the kitten to Yrael and Jenni, and discusses leather and stripping with Delia. Don't ask.]

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer's in the bar and has gotten his hands on an iPod. If you ask him what he's listening to, he'll probably tell you it's George Strait or George Thorogood.

Actually, right now he's listening to Tommy James and the Shondells. Crimson and Clover. Shhhhh, don't tell anyone.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the rafters, doing a series of complicated acrobatic moves, but her eyes are searching the bar, looking for someone.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

There is a zombie girl wandering around the bar aimlessly but fairly happily.

Feel free to flag her down or call her over for a chat!

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

Raguel edges into the bar, looking somewhat guilty. He was just here last night, after all, and he really doesn't intend to make this a habit. Something about it, though, keeps drawing him back. He determinedly does not look at the observation window on his way to the bar to collect a drink, but he'll probably end up in his usual seat in front of it before long.

No, not his usual... his favorite. Yeah, that's better.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*The door opens and a preoccupied-looking youth hurries into the bar. It's understandable, surely, if it takes a moment for his surroundings to register. After all, his sleeve appears to be on fire.

When, moment given, he does notice where he is, his eyes widen and his mouth rounds into a small "O" of surprise. It's yet another moment before he says faintly* Oh. Oh, my.

*And another still before he slowly makes the sign against evil. It would be more intelligent, all things considered, were he to make some sort of sign against his sleeve being fully engulfed in fire.*

[OOC: A younger Thom enters the bar. Various persons are (re)introduced. Slowtimed, but prooobably he stays with his sister at least for tonight. What else is new?]

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby's in an armchair by the fire. He's been there for a little while, staring into the fire. He's got coffee, and he looks brittle and tired. But hey, at least he's downstairs.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A woman known only as Heather, slipping gracefully downstairs. An embodiment of beauty sauntering across the room, arrayed in the same satin nightie and looking even more glamorous than yesterday, if that's even possible.

This time her sashay is more elegant—definitely more feminine—from the languorous sway of her hips, to her repose at the bar when she settles onto a stool and orders a Manhattan. There is a short navy robe tonight, also of satin and featuring an elaborately embroidered dragon on the back.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina walks down into the bar and takes a seat at her normal booth. She takes out her datapad out of habit and stares at it. She's not in the mood to write anything tonight, and instead decides to just watch the patrons downstairs in Milliways. Maybe she'll see a familiar face or two.

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

[OOM Post: Peter is Found.]

Peter descends the stairs slowly, one strong-fingered hand trailing along the wall of the stairwell. He is wearing a tattered, threadbare shirt that has seen better days, but at least it is not the Harlequin tunic.

The light of the bar picks out sharp angles on his face -- cheekbones, temple, jaw. His eyes are sunken but no longer fever-bright, and his face is pale instead of flushed. He moves like a man ten years older, sore and stiff, feeling his way back into the reality of Milliways from the war.

He seats himself at the bar and asks quietly for a glass of water and a small bowl of oatmeal. Being provided for, he rests his chin on his crossed arms, inhaling the scent of Remus still on the other man's shirt.

There is a price to be paid for escape, and he will pay it; he remembers everything in sharp, painful clarity.

But for now he concentrates on his meal, eating small bites, sipping the lukewarm water with the air of of a whipped dog licking his wounds.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri comes downstairs, English/Aurebesh primer in hand. She asks the bar for something to eat and something to write with, and comes away with something she recognizes (a sandwich and a piece of fruit, yay study food!) and something she doesn't (a pad of paper and a felt tip pen).

Now suitably armed in her war to learn how to read English, she sits down at a booth. The battle is joined!

If anyone wants to distract her, feel free. She likes conversation better than all this writing, anyway.


[ooc: mini summary- Tahiri talks with Jaina about mopey!Anakin, stubborn Solos, crushing!Zekk, and people they've met in the bar.

Then Jenni comes by, and helps Tahiri learn English by teaching her the alphabet song. Tahiri tries to explain Zonama Sekot, which the mun suddenly realizes she has been misspelling for years.

Finally, Sawyer pops in to say thanks for the whole helping-him-and-Jaina-reconcile thing. And he owes her. Oh, and he wants to know about Zekk, which can only lead to good things. >:D]

OOM

[awesome_lilly]

( [OOM] Lilly and Ron, the morning after... )

In which Svava meets 'Heather', though she soon figures out who that person really is

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava. Actually at the Bar, with a small written list of items.
easel
canvases
paints
colored pencils
charcoal
A few of them, she's curious herself as to exactly what they'll be- but she has faith that the Bar knows exactly what they all should be.

... including her own cup of hot chocolate.

(no subject)

[cowthecat.livejournal.com]

The minion bunnies that Fenrir's been training out in the woods are coming along rather well. He feels smug and satisfied as he slinks through the door for the first time in a while.

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

There is a girl some people have known to think of as attractive curled up in a booth asleep, still in a miniskirt and black tanktop.

Except that Trillian, who is the girl, has just suddenly woken up. And some of the attractiveness is really killed by the messy state of her hair, and, well, the fact that she fell asleep after five shots of vodka, at a booth in Milliways, wearing a miniskirt and black tank top.

And now she's a bit loopy, definitely hungover, looking kind of disheveled, and ...

"Is it ever cold in here," she declares woozily, curling up smaller.

Come bother her. Fix her. Offer her some coffee/tea/cold water. And maybe find Nanami her towel for her.

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[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom has finally finished his usual rounds(cleaning up more than usual due to the slacking of the Oompa Loompas) and is now doing something to relax.

Polishing Bar.

Um.

*mun blushes* *

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: To Xanth, Part 3: Indecision.]

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is stretched out on one of the couches, half-asleep.

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

Kitt came downstairs. He was holding the backpack he'd come in with, in clothes approximating what he'd come in with, but with the addition of a red journal and two gold necklaces around his neck. Lockets. Lock-its.

He looked slightly damp. Showered.

He looked like he wanted a Mack truck to hit him.

But he ended up just sitting quietly at one end of the bar and ordering something to eat, trying to put his attention to Max Planck.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks meanders out into the bar, yawning a bit, and picks up a mug of tea on her way to a booth. Once there, she pulls out a book and begins to read.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Hey, look. There's an empath inna bar. She's cleaning off tables, and talking to people, but finally, she sits down at Bar and takes a deep breath. Tea appears, along with a rose and a note. She stares at the note for a moment, then sips her tea thoughtfully, gently, as if she's considering what's going on. She does have her tray, however, so feel free to bug her.

(no subject)

[captain-falafel.livejournal.com]

Sayid is in the bar.

This is a lovely thing.

For. Some reason. That is important.

Right.

Sayid is in the bar.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's lying on one of the couches by the fireplace. The remnants of some tea from earlier are on the floor next to the couch, as out of the way of potential traffic as possible.
He may or may not have fallen asleep. Only way to find out is to come bother him, really.

Summary: Claire meets Delia, and Hurley and Faith drop by for a quick hello

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is back in the bar, curled up in a comfy chair near the fire. Seth is alseep in her arms and she's watching him pretty intently. Maybe there's a reason, maybe not.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam enters the bar, with a small dog at his side. It's quite jumpy and excitable, although not at all loud*

(no subject)

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Kassandra comes down into the bar. She is wearing a gleaming white silk chiton with a deep border of imperial blue, and enough richly-wrought gold jewelry to make an archaeologist faint away. Her hair is twisted and coiled and glossily piled upon her head. She carries a waxed board under one arm, carefully.

She finds a good place in the middle of the bar, in fair light, and stands up on a table.

She has been busy reading, these past days. Now, she declaims the epic of the Dogs That Go.



"Sing in me, Muse, of the dogs that go, dogs big, small, black, like snow.
Tell of fearless Dog the Hatted, who accosted Dog the Hatless, son
of Blackie, son of FooFoo, son of Spot, while he rode his reckless cart.
See! Dogs of motley colour, on trees, and on trees, and again on trees.
Around in carts they go. Up they go. Down they go! Behold, it is
Surely a mystery of the gods, why they persist, in, out, up, down.
And then the dogs that go ventured into the water, Lord Poseidon's water,
And on it set a house, in a boat, in defiance and unreason.
Dog the Hatted rose again in challenge of Dog the Hatless, who
Would not bow or bend in that matter of honour, tasteful hats.
And so waned the days of the dogs that go, under the bright arrows of
Apollo, Lord Sun. The dogs worked! Lo, they played! Festivals they held,
In a house, on a boat, at night, in defiance and unreason.
The dogs fled fast in fear of Dog the Hatted when again he rose
And tested Dog the Hatless, Tasteful in Headgear.
And Apollo, Lord Sun, discomfited their reckless carts; with red
light and light of green he taunted them. 'Now stop! Now go! Ha, ha, ha.'
Then came night, and cast the dogs that go into deep and profound sleep.
Dawn, with her rosy-coloured fingers, woke the dogs that go, and roused them!
Compelled by the gods, they halted their reckless carts before a great tree.
Up the tree surged the dogs that go, heroic, striving that bitter way.
Dogs of motley colour, dogs big, small, black, like snow, all ascended.
A festival they held, a great festival of dog-lords, steeped in
Glory and richly-scented offerings of meat, bright blankets,
Crunchy kibble and mysterious red squeaky bones, such as dogs love.
And there Dog the Hatted once more came before Dog the Hatless, there
They buried their feud and found a worthy hat, and in honour parted."

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting watching the trilobites and trying not to think. It takes some effort.

(no subject)

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

There was a Ron sitting at the bar. This was a Ron that looked worn out and nauseous, as if he'd spent a good part of the morning puking from a hangover. That was because he had.

He was sipping a glass of water, after taking little white pills the bar had given him that were starting to make his head feel better.

He was also utterly horrified with himself and looked as if he would get drunk if he hadn't sworn never to drink ever again.

I am a horrible person. I am such a horrible, horrible person and alcohol is the root of all evil, and Merlin's balls, what was I thinking?

What am I going to tell Nita?

Hermione's going to hate me and think I'm disgusting forever.

He slumped his head down onto his hands.


[Summary: Ron enters, fretting because he can't remember last night; it's strike two with the Joker as Ron tells him to sod off (I dare not think of what happens at strike three); Tim picks up that Ron's been drinking and tries to console him about his possible one-night stand; Hermione tells him a young version of his mother's in bar and he tells her he's sorry that he's a philandering bastard; Ron meets the younger version of his mum, panicks, and she cuts his hair.]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Millie enter the bar. After eating their meals, they head over near the usual booth. Snow holds Millie by the hands, and they practice her walking*

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits near the fireplace, in his usual chair, with a glass of purple lemonade, and looks content.

He has an actual book made from paper again. It's a murder mystery.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

A black, purple-eyed bonsai cow with a brown braid walks into the main area of the bar.

"Moo."

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

((OOM: A bit of history, Millitimed to.... several years prior.))

(no subject)

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

There was marked improvement in his leg after the healing but he hadn't experienced a miraculous recovery. His leg still ached, and resisted movement. He navigated the stairs easier, though far from graceful.

With a weary sigh, he settled in one of the oversized chairs by the fire. He had Great Expectations open in ihs lap, but he wasn't really focused on the words. His mind was preoccupied thinking about Wilson, wishing Wilson was here, at the end of the universe, with him.


OOC: Feel free to bother him. He's feeling lonely. And a wee bit depressed. Never a good combination

Alain meets Duo. Correction, meets bonsai-cow!Duo. Fucking Milliways.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Some time after the tour of the stables with Susan, Alain is sitting at a table not too far from the door, with coffee and a mostly empty plate that contained a quesadilla a little while ago.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is still sitting in his favourite booth, head bent over his sketchbook.

He wouldn't mind people to talk to, though.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders in from out back. Though she's fairly dishevelled, her hair looks rather tidier than usual, bound up as it is in a neat braid tied off with a pink rose. Sitting down at the counter, she orders an iced coffee - black - and looks, in general, pleased with life.*

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Yes, and once again there appears to be an Archie in the bar. With tea. Strange how he never gets tired of that.



He's over by the observation windows again, you know what that means.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Out of Milliways: In the Dreaming, Roland meets somebody he was most definitely never expecting to see again. Yes, he ought to know better by now. Millitimed to Wednesday, May 4.]

(no subject)

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

A white-gloved hand places a pale, delicate pink rose along with a letter on the bar to be retrieved later. The envelope is labelled,

( Mrs. Valentine Esther Wiggin-Skywalker )

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is sitting on the couch by the fire, with coffee and paradoxes.

My, he looks blithely unsuspecting, doesn't he?

The Bright Shiner burns the Joker, whom Svava then heals. Then Svava and Yrael compare weeks.

[mogget_cat]

*The person stretched out on the most comfortable couch is wearing all white, has strikingly white hair, and incongruously bare feet.*

*He looks very comfortable. This probably needs to be remedied.*

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She saw Faith's signal, oh aye, from her seat elsewhere in the bar. Susan disappears into the staff quarters for a few minutes.

When she returns, golden hair now unbraided and cascading around her, she's dressed rather differently than she's been before in Milliways, wearing a white shirt and a black leather miniskirt. Her cheeks are a little flushed, but Susan Delgado is smiling -- mayhap in triumph?

[OOC: Thanks to plotting with Faith, Susan arrives in the bar wearing a black leather miniskirt - to Alain's amusement and Cuthbert's shock and very definite appreciation. 'Bert ends up in a kilt, as a result of having now lost a bet, and he and Susan are cute together; Faith and Alain look on for a while, and then turn to other conversation.]

Enterance Post

[miss-millicent.livejournal.com]

The door banged shut behind the teenage girl as she slouched into the bar, and stopped dead.

"This isn't the Three Broomsticks," she muttered to herself, putting her hands on her hips and looking around. In fact, it was like no where she'd ever seen before, in Hogsmede or anywhere else.

"Okay, calm down, Milli," she instructed herself. "Think. Ask someone where the devil you ended up."

{Note: Typist's around for... about another hour tonight at most, but I'll be back tomorrow if people are willing to wait.}