(no subject)

[iustus_rex]

[ upstairs, Thursday evening - warnings for woe ]

Edmund comes downstairs, quite late, rather quietly.

In one continuity, he stops at the bar for a quick cup of tea and certain supplies before heading out to the stables, because his brother had given him a great gift yesterday, and no matter how he might feel at the moment, he needs to take care of his new horse.

In another continuity, he stops and stares at a certain well-dressed brunette.

(no subject)

[leavinghim.livejournal.com]

[ooc: From some time ago. here are to OOM threads between Sun and Jin:

She goes to him

He comes to her]

(no subject)

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

Hurley sits down at a booth, wondering if anyone will join him.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter thumps down the stairs. And freezes.

He sees the briefest glimpse of a smile, a flash of black hair, and he would know them anywhere. Susan.

In a second, he is walking, and then running, dodging people and tables and chairs, towards the door.

Entrance Post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason bounded lightly down the stairs. His hair was tousled and he was grinning. Step one, food. He ordered some rare steaks, potatoes, and a beer from the bar and plopped down at the nearest table to eat his well-deserved meal.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[OOC: From here.]

*The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and Moiraine appears, with Roland beside her. The Aes Sedai lets go of the key at her throat and releases his hand, then nods to him.*

You were a welcome guest.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley doesn't look half so tired as he did earlier - it even shows in the way he moves, as he heads towards the bar. He pauses before ordering, however, spotting a note concerning the stables on the notice-board. He starts to write a reply, pauses, crosses it out, and starts again.

Then, he dithers slightly, between the bar and the back door, before heading out towards the stables*

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Surely you know the drill by now?

Pop. Bar. Butterbeer, paradoxes. Booth.

In addition to this she has a book, parchment, and quill and ink, but come bother her say hi to her anyway.*

OoM list

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Somewhen Moiraine decides to talk to Destiny.

Then we have this and this which leads to:
OoM 1-Del's realm, OoM 2-Destiny's realm, OoM 3-Daniel's Dreaming, and OoM 4-The lakeside and Morpheus' Dreaming. Fucking Milliways

Exit Post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

After chatting with Archie and flirting once again with Miss Svava, Jason heads back upstairs to bed, trying not to wake Maureen.

(no subject)

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

OOM: Letter to Ron

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Ray and Pete Venkman are still in Ray's world.]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland turns away from Moiraine and one of the Seven in order to get dinner.

If there are people he knows in skirts, he does not see them. It's better that way.

Out of Milliways: Indy's bedroom

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Breaking the spell... )

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael appears in the doorway. He smells rather strongly of smoke, is somewhat grimy and has a streak of soot across his nose. He asks the bar for a large and a small glass of water, drinking the one and dipping a hanky in the other so that he can start to scrub at his face*

(no subject)

[arram-draper.livejournal.com]

*he may be tall, but Arram's surprisingly light on his feet, so you most likely wouldn't notice his entrance unless you were looking for him. He looks somewhat surprised to have ended up in Milliways, but not displeased*

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

Obligatory whitetext test message

The Joker wanders downstairs and comes across an old notice. He reads it with amusement, then begins to laugh. "Soo ... Xander and Shelley are the ones putting on the circus ... He forgot to tell me his name last night." He seems struck by inspiration and points his finger at the sky in an aha! pose. "I should look up my old friend, Xander! Hmm ... who knows him?"

OOM

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith and Fray are outside at the lake, chatting and stretching, about to start sparring. Fray is carrying a raygun and the same three-bladed knife that once got lodged in her leg. Faith...well, it's hard to be sure, really, just how much weaponry Faith has on her. A single knife is all that's visible, but...it is Faith, after all.

Oh - also, they both have big honkin' swords. Mmm, shiny.

(OOC: Main thread is locked to just Faith and Fray, please. Feel free to have anybody who wants to show up and watch, but do it in a seperate thread, plzkthnx. Also, slowtimed, so don't let a little thing like twelve hours going by between now and whenever you can get online stop you from reacting.)

(no subject)

[once_a_queen]

OOM: Susan wakes in the middle of the night

Murphy has a nightmare about his brother and finds out the Phantom's stalking his sister. Joy.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

(OOM: last night....)

Murphy's in his usual booth.

It's kind of early for him to be up and about. Then again, he also looks a bit rumpled, in the manner of someone who did not have a good night's sleep. Which may be the reason he's drinking coffee like it was the only thing left in Milliways.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes downstairs. "Hi bar, can I get my regular tea?" the tea appears, along with seven pieces of Olive wood, paintbrushes, and gold, red, and blue paint. "Oo, thank, you!" Helen half-squeals. She sips her tea, and sets to work painting the wood barn red, sipping her tea every so often. She would love company!

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur wanders downstairs, sporting a well-worn, faded dressing gown. He's well aware that it's highly improbable for it to be here, but it's comfortable and familiar, so he doesn't much care.


[OOC: Mun will be in sporadically today due to RL responsibilities.]

(no subject)

[ilducasaggio.livejournal.com]

Early of mornings, when shadows are still long all about in the corners, the old man sits in the bar, writing by candleflame bright and warm as the sun.

If one were to pause and consider him, one might hazard to say that the old man seems concerned. Preoccupied, perhaps, is a better word for him at present. His expression is sharp about the edges. In the strobing of the candle's flame, so like a fair summer's day, one might even go so far as to presume that the old man isn't quite all here; certainly, his attention seems elsewhere, indicated by his vacant glances out the window towards the end of the universe. Every now and then, he'll prop his chin up on one fist and merely stare, while his quill moves, compelled by its own motive impulse, across the page.

His dinner from the night before still sits, neglected and cold, by his side. It doesn't look like it's getting eaten any time soon.

[Will be here/not here most of the day, but I'm just setting this up for the people whom I said I'd thread with today; feel free to pop over and say hello, I just might take a while before I get back t'you. :-)]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs with his sheet music for the Goldberg Variations and sits at the piano after grabbing some tea from the bar. He excercises his fingers for a bit then begins to play the Variations themselves. Bach is methodical and steady, excellent music for thinking.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace does not come down the stairs. Instead she wanders out from the direction of the staff quarters, looking slightly bleary. Mornings and Ace never really got on. She doesn't do so well with afternoons either, if she hasn't had something hot and fortifying before then. Tea used to be her drink of choice, but Milliways cocoa is now the drink supreme.
So she gets a mug full, and some cinnamon toast, and heads over to the fire to properly deal with the day.

Day 3.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Claire has another nightmare.]]

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. The complex truth of this saying has slowly become apparent to her in a number of ways, and she knows that she will have to face her thoughts eventually.

Today, however, as the Aes Sedai materializes in the bar, she is looking for someone, in order to accept a different sort of responsibility. And Moiraine is smiling, faintly.*

Sawyer approves of Delia's new outfit & they talk about her past. Joker flirts & offers her a plot.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia stalks downstairs, looking, well, annoyed. Possibly her outfit has something to do with it? (Admittedly, she's left the manacles upstairs)]

[no, she is not happy. And so she stalks over to someone who's been at the bar longer then she to ask 'what the hell']

Breakfast at Milliways

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

millichannel marker...late.

[ooc: greatest apologies as mun has just managed to get a working connection at home. Mun beats the wireless router with a baseball bat several times waves from underneating wiring.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is in the bar. Just for a few minutes, this time, as she has quite a few things she needs to do before the ceremony tonight. But she's taking time out for a cup of tea and some cinnamon toast by the fire.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg saunters downstairs and over to the bar. More because sauntering is a fun word than for any particular reason.*

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Do I see right? Is that the merry wanderer of the night?

Why yes! He jests, and makes his lord to smile,
but now he's on vacation for awhile.
He's in the bar, and in the mood to play,
so why don't you come over? Make his day.

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny enters the bar. He had been at home for a week or so, helping his friend Walt with what turned out to one of the oddest cases of robbery ever. Worse though, was that Wey had shown up again with an update about the future. No change, and still no clues how to stop it. Troubled, he decided he needed a break.

He goes up, nods a 'hello' to Garion in passing, and orders some coffee, a ham and cheese sandwich, with fried paradoxes on the side. He made a mental note not to get them too often, he was finding them addictive. He gets his food, and sits at a table, with the top of his left hand resting on his cane. He munches his food, and glances at the other patrons, seeing if there's anyone he's met here.


He could use some cheering up, or a distraction.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Pre-Milliways for Lilly Kane:

At sixteen, Lilly Kane knew everything.

Outside-- Near Asar-Suti's Garden

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

The stars and the twinkling Christmas lights that have been strung from the bushes cast a soft glow around the garden. Chairs have been set up around a small clearing where Claire stands, finally wearing her blue silk dress from Asar-Suti. She holds Seth who is wearing a christening gown provided from the bar. Beside them, Charlie is dressed in his suit and holding his guitar.

They make a sweet family, don't they?

The mood around them is serene and happy as they wait for their guests to arrive.

(no subject)

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle's downstairs with a notepad. She's trying to make sense of what she's learned about the future and yet there's still a lot of missing time.

She's also written down "26 days?" with an extra question mark and she's circled it.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

[OOM, In Ray's NY, Venkman has a nightmare]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sitting at his usual out-of-the-way booth. A plate of fruit, some assorted cheeses, and some flatbread is before him. He is taking his time eating, mainly because of his (paranoid) observation of the bar. His seemingly omnipresent harp is sitting next to him in the booth.

He seems to be in a reasonably good mood for him.

[Summary: Asmodean decides that he needs to inform Ms. Frizzle about his slightly less than kosher past. He does so and it takes awhile to sink in. Taking it surprisingly well, Ms. Frizzle is slightly crass with the bard, but makes it up by kissing(!) him as she departs.

Monkey shows up and very quickly proceeds to annoy Asmodean who pays him to stop part of it with food. The ensuing theological debate indicates that Asmodean won't be buddhist at any time near now. After assuring that he won't impede Monkey's Quest then Asmodean departs.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara, gleefully abusing Millitime, goes to the bar and lays a package on it.

"Send this to Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Hunter, in their quarters, please?"

( The Package )

The package vanishes.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

At some point after sparring with Fray, Faith comes into the bar from outside. The sleeve of her shirt is cut open, exposing her shoulder, and there's bruises and cuts and even some blood.

Naturally, Faith is grinning like a loon as she goes to the bar and orders a surprisingly large meal.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is parked in his favorite spot near the door to the lake. His scanner is turned off for once, and he sits there, looking much like any normal car. There's no outward signs of what might be causing him to act oddly.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter comes in from the stables. He smells a bit like horse, but he looks quite thoroughly happy. He goes to the bar and orders...

...an orange mocha frappucino.

Oh dear.

(no subject)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice comes downstairs, wearing a pretty sundress. Why? Because it is a nice day. And Clarice can wear dresses when she feels like it.

And, possibly, because she wants to look like less of a threat to certain parties. (Such as, oh, say, the Joker and that jackass who's after Ron's friend.) Concealed somewhere on her person are her gun and Svava's knife.

She sits down in a chair by the fire and proceeds to people-watch. Don't be scared by the intensity of her gaze, she's not out to get you.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam is back in the bar. Dog is not with him this time, but he has a look of peace about him.*

oom: Helen in the Stables

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/prettyhelen/2294.html?mode=reply&style=mine

(no subject)

[spinal-nectar.livejournal.com]

Two absolutely normal and in no way extraordinary children enter, holding hands and looking around with identically dazed expressions.

We are Zogg. We come to drain your spinal nectar.

They stop in the center of the room, looking at each other before examining the observation window.

The poor dears look confused. Lost. Frightened.

Or perhaps they are simply admiring the view, secure in the knowledge that they have conquered 48.729% of the known Universe.

Who wants to give them hugs?

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom has had an incredibly busy week, and his and Door's appointment schedule shows no sign of letting up later this evening either. However, he's found a little time to come round the bar. It's been far too long and he's missed his friends here.*

(no subject)

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

Liz is sitting by the bar counter, enjoying a snack of fries and a Sprite. She's writing in her journal, but feel free to come say hi.

(no subject)

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

Shannon is sitting at the bar, sipping something colorful and alcoholic. She's finishing her trashy novel and looking content. Someone ought to bother her.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

He was drawn to the bar today and is glad that he was. He sits at a table now, indulging in a pint of ale that tastes like the old days, reading and humming absently.

Naming Ceremony- Reception

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Some food and drink for the reception has been set up on the lawn
furniture in the garden. There are punch bowls full with sweet, fruity
liquid that's not too strong, as befits a party in honour of a child;
there is cake, sweet and light and with an overall theme of early
summer berries; there are plates, and colourful paper napkins on the
table that has the food.

All the parasols in the tables are open, and have been festooned with
colourful fairy lights; there is music playing softly from somewhere -
probably Charlie's iPod hooked up to some speakers.

When the fairy lights are lit, the reception begins, and people drift
up from the lake end of the garden where the ceremony was to eat,
drink, congratulate and socialise.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam walks into the bar, carrying a small bundle of white fabric, and looks around for Charlie or Claire. He wouldn't mind seeing other friends, though.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the bar again, still working on the drawing he began yesterday.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[maladjust.livejournal.com]

Words or phrases used by Buffy to describe Tucker: a crazy, a subhuman, jerk, psycho boy, pathetic, sicko, incompetent, maladjust.

Words or phrases used by Tucker's mun to describe him: In the bar, in a booth.

(no subject)

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

[OOM, Millitimed to last night: Chase, yet again, eschews sleep for angst.]

Chase looks like absolute hell. In a toga. The laurel wreath has wilted a bit.

He has not slept in three days. It is rather obvious.

He has managed to get himself a cup of coffee from a waitrat, but he's so far gone that it's not doing him much good.

Feel free to come distract him, but don't mind if he snaps.

[OOC: 5:45 EST: Mun has to relinquish computer to someone else for a bit, but will be back in maybe an hour. Uh, back. At 11:16. But back nonetheless.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony has a rather sizeable cup of coffee with him.

He's sitting at his own booth with said sizeable cup of coffee.

He wouldn't mind some company.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is sitting at his usual table, with a cup of tea. He's got a sign up in front of him. "NEW? GOT QUESTIONS? ASK ME." He figues it's worth a shot.*

Sockpuppet Wedding (all posters welcome)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander stands outside as the sun begins to set, surveying the lakeside. Okay, there are plenty of folding chairs ...

No tent, but it doesn't look like rain ...

And where's that priest?!

He looks down at Socko, who is radiant with delight. Tonight, he and his beloved Marjory will be forever joined in matrimony ... and he will be father to her little eggs. Socko's polycotton fibers quiver with anxious anticipation.


"... Right."

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val has been in the bar for most of the day, doing what she does best. Cleaning tables, greeting some people here and there, and tending to various things around the bar. At one point, she disappears, returning to her room, and arriving again, with a large basket of assorted laundry. Skirts, blouses, white karate-like tunics, and the usual assortment of underwear and socks. She disappers again, then returns later with a book on top of now-clean laundry. Settling into a booth, she gets another basket, and starts folding. Socks are strewn across the table, as mates are found for them. No, this isn't the Sock Puppet Dating Service, why do you ask? However, she looks around every so often to see if anyone needs any sort of assistance. Yes, Val is still on duty while doing her laundry.

(no subject)

[diehard_daniel]

There is an archaeologist in the bar, doing research again.

Specifically, he's flipping through a book in an alien language which is heavily derived from Greek, and wishing Eris was there.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits in his usual chair by the fireplace, with three sheets of paper on which several hands have written or scrawled text.

He drinks very strong tea, not coffee.

He is wearing simple, dark clothes that would not feel out of place anywhere on today's Earth, or on a High Fantasy world like the one he came from.

Asar-Suti is getting ready for little Seth's naming ceremony.

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats into the bar, Darkness at her side. She takes in the patrons as she lands. She smiles to Bar and strokes the top lightly. "A glass of mead, please." The requested drink appears. "Thank you."


She lifts it to her lips as she looks around again.




(Summary: Lady Death gets a new Damned Soul recruit in the person of Admiral Piett)

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is no longer bleeding, but she's also no longer smiling. In fact, she's heading for the door, with a dangerously blank look on her face, a sword on her back, and nothing else (at least, nothing visible).

Feel free to accost her on her way out...at your own risk, of course.

(no subject)

[i-was-once-dead.livejournal.com]

Dressed in a pair of light blue jeans and a red v-necked t-shirt that she found in the wardrobe of her room, Lily is sitting at a cubicle. In her hand is a tall glass with an experimental drink for her, one that Bar produced once before for another guest.

She wouldn't mind if anyone fancied a chat.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado comes in through the lake door. She's not dressed specifically for riding, but she's also not wearing a miniskirt, not tonight. (Say sorry.) She's carrying a few wildflowers, evidently picked on a walk by the lake.

Straight to the bar she goes, in search of hot chocolate.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[OOM: Guppy dreams]

Guppy is sitting in a booth with a piece of paper on the table in front of him, which he is trying to work something out on.

( What is written on it... )

With his fourth plan in hand he goes over to the bar and asks her for a copy of the Holby Gazette, which he takes back to his seat and flicks through. He looks like he didn’t sleep much last night. This would be because he didn’t.

[ooc: Mun has now gone to bed. Tag if you would like to slowtime?]]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks is, as they say, in the bar.

She's been sitting at her usual table, feet propped up on the chair opposite, mug of tea and book in front of her.

And she's most definitely asleep.*

Lord Peter talks marriage with Ace, Flirts with and Divorces Meg, Soldiers with Ron, and Apologises

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter is in the bar.

He has acquired a small notebook and a pencil, and is drinking dark, overbrewed tea as he writes. There appears to be a list on one side of the page, and some various notes on the other. A rather good drawing of a chess rook adorns the upper corner, accompanied by a short paragraph of writing.

The mask sits on the table next to him. It looks oddly mocking, but Peter pays it no mind.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia is in the bar. She sits near a corner and continues knitting the new sweater, and seems to be thinking about something*

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters, hat tilted down over his eyes and thinking. What he's thinking is going to remain a mystery because the player has no intention of defining it until asked in character. Leave it to say, he's thinking. It is vaguely possible that he's also got presents from his vacation on Paravia still to hand out. At least the bag in one hand seems to suggest this as a truth.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie didn't come in from downstairs this time. She came in from the front door. Why? Because she'd been to the tanning bed. So she looked slightly red - and would until it soaked in - but she loooked happy, her sunglasses serving as a hairband.

White tank top. Daisy Duke shorts. Keds. Swimsuit underneath. When she approached the bar, she ordered lemonade, as chilly as it could be without being frozen. What she got was something very like a lemonade daiquiri, but without alcohol.

"...Fan-tastic."

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
And the plots start up again (and the plots start up)
The not'cat comes ’round (the not'cat comes ’round)
He gets out of his little bed (his little bed)
He shakes his pretty little head (he shakes his pretty little head)
He taps his pretty little feet (he taps his pretty little feet)
He's brighter than sunlight
Cute as a kitty
purring like a motor, prrr.

He don’t got no problems (no problems)
Ain’t got no suitcase (no suitcase)
Ain’t got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about)
Ain’t got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines binding him, yeah

He just throws in his hand (throws in his hand)
In the crackiest bar in the land (in the land)
Now, he's on the bar.
Come pet the pretty kitty.
And maybe buy him some salmon, huh?*


(ooc: Guess the song the mun has in her head, and get a cookie.

(no subject)

[callmedavid.livejournal.com]

Ex-Potus back in the bar.

The bar gave him a book, Theodore Rex, which is both amusing and thoughtful on its part.

Unfortunately, he's a little too distracted to read it. He keeps wondering what's going on back home and how much time has passed.

He wouldn't mind someone to talk to.

(no subject)

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

"I still can't believe," Xander shook his clear-skinned head, as he and Ron raced in from the wedding/funeral outside, "what she did to him. I mean, I know they were both evil, but Jesus...it's just like being back at Sunnydale High."

"Yeah, well, good riddance," Ron answered. "Let's just hope something even worse comes along and eats the other one." He paused. "We should eat cake. Weddings are s'posed to have cake."

"We should," Xander answered.

Therefore, a Ron and a Xander were at a table, eating cake. Xander still had no visible skin. They were both only clad in giant socks that covered their whole bodies, with holes for arms and legs.

They really would rather not talk about why, but feel free to ask.

[OOC: Thread Summary is here.]

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz enters the bar, feeling better than he has in a few days. He's not really hungry, so he just sits down with a glass of tea and watches the other patrons of the bar for a bit.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Oh, look. There's Angel. At a table. With tea and paradoxes.
Inna skirt.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

It's been a long, lazy day of slow drinking out by the lake.

After watching the slayers do battle, the naming ceremony reception and (bizarrely) two puppets get wed, Indy trudges back in and sets the cooler over the counter, taking one last beer out for himself. Clad in a plain white t-shirt, boot cut jeans and with sunglasses pushed up over his forehead, he settles onto a stool and rests his back against the bar.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes downstairs.

Cup of coffee. Huge breakfast. Book. Same stony expression as always.

Back to the Milliways grind.

...only the fingers of his left hand are tapping on the table in a familiar rhythm. The Rice Song. Feel sorry for the man, those of you who know what it's like to have a tune stuck in your head.

Especially the kind of tune with lyrics that sound like they're sung by a South Carolinian auctioneer on speed.


[OOC: millichanneler, there will be a summary of this in back room. Just not tonight. *flops over* Summary is here.]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert comes out of the staff hallway and heads to bar, where coffee is promptly ordered.

...Yep, that's a gunslinger in a kilt. The mun's determined to get as much use out the icon as possible.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is back in the bar after working his shift at the nightclub. Maybe the bar's brought him in only a "few hours" later to give him time to think. He's sitting by the fireplace, looking rather thoughtful.

[ For the Millichannel Summarizer: David Palmer and Tony Almeida, mutually worried, distract themselves on matters of jazz and nightclubs, while muns debate which city may go 'splodey in canon. ]

(no subject)

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

Ryan's in the bar.



...



That's about it.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting at the bar, leaning over yet another cup of coffee. He's searched everywhere he can think of, and there's no sign of Kim anywhere. He's worried, and it's driving him crazy that there's apparently nothing he can do about it. Someone distract him, please.

[Summary: Jack is not helped by Chase's worrying about Kim's disappearance; is distracted by Tony's relationship woes; gives Tim the Cliff's Notes version of the Cliff's Notes version of the Nina backstory; and learns more Season 4 spoilers from ex-POTUS Palmer.]

...Smaller paddles

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The universe is full of phenomena we can't always understand. One such example is the randomosity that is Steven Hyde's relationship with Milliways Bar. This random element is spiked with one singular eternal truth - that Hyde will rarely change his clothes unless it's absolutely necessary.

And so, in he comes through the front door in jeans, pot leaf belt buckle, denim vest and non AOR-influenced band t-shirt. He's also got a hideously old and ugly blue folding cot under his arm, which squeaks horrifically as he sets it up near the bar. In one hand is a twelve-pack of cheap beer that is currently an eleven-pack. A moment later he's lying upon it, hands folded behind his head, looking up at the ceiling, beer by his side.

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[une-ame-damnee.livejournal.com]

Rochefort is inna bar, sitting in a shadowy corner with a glass of wine and watching the other patrons in his typical sinister manner.

He'd love to chat.

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty's in the bar; he's walked down from his room, this time, instead of apparating. He orders a glass of water and a sandwich - nothing too expensive as he still hasn't managed to get any money - and sits down at a table to eat.

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[once_a_queen]

OOM: In which Susan and Lucy have a heart-to-heart talk, and then Susan and Peter worry over Lucy and Edmund and each other