(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Millitimed to Monday night.
[OOM: David and Michelle find Behrooz, and House treats his injuries. David realizes Behrooz's captor is the "Miranda" who tried to assassinate him. House gives Behrooz Vicodin for the pain and David stays with him after he goes to sleep.]

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph has spent the better part of his afternoon searching high and low for Largeman.
Nothing.
He's found absolutely nothing.

Well, that's not entirely true. He did find that knife he thought he'd lost, and $2.76 in loose change. Still, not quite the same.

Drastic times call for drastic measures. He jumps up onto one of the table tops, and whistles loudly.*

YO! HEY! LISTEN UP! CAN I HAVE EVERYONE'S ATTENTION HERE?
HAS ANYONE SEEN ANDREW LARGEMAN?

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

Lucy is in the bar.

There is no tea, though. Just water, as she sits by a window, looking out across the room.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy notices the dead flowers, and once she's seated she gingerly rubs a petal between her fingers. It crumbles. After that she doesn't touch them.

[OOC: Wolf comes by looking for Andrew Largeman; Anthy hasn't seen him. Svava tells Anthy about Asgard and Yggdrasil and other things with pretty names. (Slowtimed.) Spike and Anthy have a relaxed chat about summer, stories, and talents, among other things. (Slowtimed.) And Utena brings Anthy cake, and they dance around awkwardness and confusion. I pun dreadfully. (Also slowtimed. *sees a pattern*)]

(no subject)

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to late Saturday night, just after the big DT/FF palaver. Zoe and Wash discuss the gunslingers. And, um, that whole Nyarlothotep and Wash having waking nightmares about Niska and spending five days in the cells thing. Er. But, um, there's also some talk of plastic dinosaurs and fake mustaches in there!]

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

[OOM: More dreams in #318.]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Monday night. Rated NC-17 for... clogging. Duh.]

[ooc: Bernard is visited today by:

Susan Delgado, who is sweet and solicitous and lovely.

Raph, who is angry and defiant and kinda doofy.

Ophelia, who is bleeding and incoherent, and who is healed by Nymphadora, then taken home by Yrael. Then Nymphadora tries to clean up the blood everywhere in the flat and falls ill from the association with the attack from last week. She sleeps fitfully; Bernard cleans and entertains more breakage below; she wakes and tells him about the dreams; he comforts her and then makes her take Dreamless Sleep and is subsequently freaked by its effects.

Fleur, who like explodes all over him. Bill comes and takes her home.

And Faith, who cries on him and then makes him laugh over tequila and bananas. (Slowtimed.)

Bah! Big day. Read them all. They are a good time.]

(no subject)

[of-all-blood.livejournal.com]

Cynric sat to himself near the fire, the large lion beside him. He leaned against the steady weight, eyes closed as he let the fire paint its pictures behind his eyelids in red-black tones. A boy and his cat?

Breakfast at Milliways - millichannel Marker

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: Sara has a nightmare. Not about the Phantom this time.]

Notebook--Check
Viciously Abused Pencil(TM)--Check
Former CSI currently drinking more than the recommmended weekly dosage of caffeine--Check

Sara in the bar.

[ooc: Will have to go to class at 10:00 CST Back for now. I will be in class from 1:00-3:00]

(no subject)

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

Ivy had spent a fair part of her morning wandering carefully along the lake's edge, listening to the still-unfamiliar lap of water against the shore. She enjoyed the cool air against her skin; it felt liberating in a way which she did not yet fully understand.

Returning to the bar, Ivy slid onto a stool and ordered her normal breakfast, although she was just a little bit bad and asked for a chocolate shake with her oatmeal instead of milk or juice. She'd been wanting to try more since the day before when Garion had introduced her to chocolate.

Breakfast of champions, that.


[Summary: Ivy meets Sabin and they talk about all sorts of strange things like airships and monsters.
Later, there is more copious flirting between Ivy and Caspian, before they decide to go make out or something take a walk.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

It's morning. There's stuff to do today.

For lack of a firehouse pole to use, Ray settles for entering the main bar rooms via banister. At least he looks properly himself this morning...

[Summary: Ray runs into an out-of-his-room Venkman and tells him enthusiastically about Starbucks because it's better than finishing up on the canon-puncturing that Toon!Ray began yesterday. Unfortunately, Venkman is a persistent bastard and makes Ray tell him about the existence of the Ghostbusters movie, which doesn't go over well.

Ivy, on the other hand, just greets Ray and is very nice to him, and tells him about chocolate. In exchange, sorta, he tells her about Braille and starts the process of teaching her to read.]

In the Library

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska's not stupid, nor crazy. She is, however, determined. She's been taking breaks, for food, to stretch her legs, to allow the Borrowed birds to rest.

But mostly she's still 'asleep' in the comfortable chair in the Library, Tiki's letter resting in a gently cupped hand.

The library is also aquiring a collection of small songbirds of varying levels of tiredness, mostly staying for the bowls of seed and water she's put out for them.

Asar-Suti makes conjures mithril jewellery for Ray, gets rare coffee, and then utterl geeks out

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There's a purple deity on the lake shore, female-shpaed, and smoking.

It's Asar-Suti on a cigarette break - please pester at will!

[[OOC: Mun at work, responses slow/intermittent - the usual. Thank you!]]

(no subject)

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

Tiki has spent a fair amount of time curled up in a ball, crying. Not the hysterical crying anymore, but the soft, steady tears that come from true heartache.

Most of her time, however, is spent watching over The Nice Lady in her 'looking rose' that she made. At first Tiki thought that The Nice Lady was sleeping, but as she she looked she realized that it had been too long for sleep.

Tiki began to mutter quietly. "The Nice Lady cannot be sleeping. But if not sleeping, then what is she doing?"
The picture inside the puddle of dew grew until Tiki could see almost the whole library. Tiki frowned.
"Why are all the birds in the library? This doesn't make sense. The Nice Lady likes the library nice. I don't think she would let all those birds in there."

Tiki paces a bit.

"Birds in the library...The Nice Lady, looking like she's sleeping, but it's been too long....
Something's wrong." Tiki decides.

"What if Puck got to her already?! He could have, before I started watching her. And that would be bad. He could have done this to her. Although I still don't know what the birds are for. But, um. I should go check on her! Maybe I can help!

Don't want anyone to see me..shouldn't fly. Ah! I'll poof!"

And with that decided, the space formally occupied by Tiki is empty, a tiny wiff of smoke the only proof that she was there just a moment earlier.

---

Meanwhile, in the library, on the top of one of the tallest bookshelves, Tiki appears. She still could not be noticed if she wanted to, but at the moment she peers down at The Nice Lady and the birds, wondering what she should do next.

Bartending

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes down the stairs and steps behind the bar, setting her son's carrier down, and then straightening bottles and wiping things down the way she always does. When she's done with that, she turns to the bar and immediately a letter appears for her. She reads it with an amused smile and then pockets it before turning to the patrons around the bar.


"Can I get anybody anything?"


[[summary posted in back room]]

(no subject)

[half-giant.livejournal.com]

Hagrid's come into the bar for a bite to eat, and a cold tankard of beer. He's in a cheerful mood today, as usual.


And still looking for people to try out his pumpkin boats out on the lake. Any takers?



[ooc: internet connection is dodgy today - may disappear suddenely for short periods of time, or even all together, but mun is happy to slowtime if that happens]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Post wedding madness, Charlie sits at the bar. His tie is undone and there's a Guinness in front of him. He's doing something he hasn't for a long time: writing on his hand with a Sharpie pen.

Talking with Sara about bad dreams, the return of the Phantom, and keeping secrets from Connor.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy's out at the stone wall again.

Strangely enough, there are no targets set up today.

Just a young man, sitting with his back against the wall, head leaning back and facing upwards. His eyes are closed, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's asleep.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Here's someone who hasn't been in the bar for a few days!

Right now she's at the bar eating lunch but she'll still talk to you, if you like.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer's outside catching his breath after going for a run around the lake. He picks his shirt up off the ground, wipes his face with it, and tosses it back down while he contemplates going for a swim.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

The doors open.

Loudly.

And Faith stomps into the room, wearing nothing but a strapless slip, her expression murderous. She looks around the bar, then turns and heads for the stairs.

A few minutes later, she comes back down, dressed, her jaw still set.

Brave enough to come say hi?

(no subject)

[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Outside.

Blaise comes running into the bar, hair all messed up from running outside. He looks around the bar frantically, and pales even more when he sees the dead flowers on the the tables. He doesn't notice the blood yet though.

He continues to look around the bar, for someone, anyone, who can tell him what happened to her.

OOM

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick's First Day Back Up In His Room

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting at a booth in the bar, his dayplanner open in front of him, though he's not really paying attention to the notes he's made. Instead, he's staring at the observation window with a blank look on his face. Either he's deep in thought or he's zoned out for a minute.

(no subject)

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

Erin walks through the front door and heads to the bar. It's her lunch break, and knowing how time works in this place (and how good the food is) she's certainly pleased to be here. She orders a chicken caesar salad and a glass of lemonade and takes a seat at a table.

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick's up in his room if anyone would care to come visit. He's a bit better. At least he can speak now. A little. Just...don't move too fast.

OOM

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to late last night, Xander gets a whole load of visitors. One of them is Mike, who is not thrilled to hear about Xander's conversation with Raph. There is, however, a certain degree of fuzzy feeling.

However, along come Indy and Raph on an Andrew-hunt. After a little prodding from Laddie the Wonder Dog, the boys set out in search of Largeman.]

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

OOM: Upstairs, Alex is... not dealing so well.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Post-Wedding-from-Hell (for Kitty, anyway,) there's a mutant sitting in the bar.

She's grinning to herself.

And might have some ashes on her shoes.

But nothing to worry about, there.

Soon, she will go to bed. And possibly never leave it.

But for a few minutes?

Kitty's just enjoying the bliss of being Finished. And having burned things.

No more crazy alien brides. No more kidnapped rabbis. No more binder.

It's a nice, nice feeling.

And after she's enjoyed it for what she feels is an appropriate amount of time?

Kitty goes upstairs to sleep. Forever.

[ooc: Mostly up 'cause Kitty's feeling smug--see icon--that the wedding's over, say congrats to Warren and Isabel. But hey, if you wanna talk, stop by before she heads up. She's sleep deprived and gleeful, it's always a fun combo.]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*So, Tim is in bar. And he seems quite busy, for once. He's on his board, and he's zipping from a table where a variety of charms and wards are set up, to the window, where an equal amount of magical paraphanalia is hanging. For those in the know of such things as magic, it appears to be a set up designed to both breach the window, and contain something beyond it. Tim pauses to glance out the window, taking a measurement.*

Okay, so i take into account backwards spin, and that planatoid there... No, damn it, I'd have to reverse the flow of the sibliminating spell. Damn! Ok, so if we take that one maybe? Yes, yes, that one should be appropriate.....

*And he starts zipping back and forth again. checking the results. Come bug him, it won't cause any trouble.*

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*And look who it is.

A Barman.

In a bar.

At a bar, specifically.

He's writing a letter or two, and looks like he's struggling.

Could it be because the letters are to the Morningstar and Crowley regarding their behavior?

Nah.

Bug him. He'd prolly appreciate it.*

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam wanders into the bar.

He doesn't know Nick's back, or what happened to him. Anyone want to fill him in? Or failing that, just come and say hi.

Note for Isabel and Warren

[prydeful]

There is a note, waiting at the bar, for Mr. and Mrs. Meers, when they return.

It's a short note, congratulating them, and asking when they might discuss one Katherine Pryde's fee.

A number is given.

It's not all that high, really. Less than a professional wedding director would cost.

Another number, under "assistants--Indiana Jones".

Still not that high.

And then there's a last number, listed under "expenses--coffee".

That number?

That's a bit scary.

It's probably a joke.

Probably.

Maybe.

...Enjoy that honeymoon, Warren and Isabel. The note'll still be there when you get back.

(no subject)

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

And look who's back in the bar. Shannon is perched at the bar with her usual glass of Colorful Alcoholic Beverage Of Some Sort, one of her shoes dangling off of her foot.

Let the Shannon-bothering commence.

Tony and Michelle worry over the former's sleeping problems; otherwise, there is schmoop.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Check it out, y'all! Tony in da hiz-ouse. F'real, yo.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Simaltaneous to this last night.]


Nita made it down to the bar before Asmodean. Really. You just didn't notice her.

But now Asmodean is up and about. Which means that Nita's legs are insisting, in spite of evidence to the contrary, that they're broken in several places.

She's sitting on the couch by the fire, face a little drawn with pain, trying -- and failing -- to tell her body that it's wrong.

[OOC: Nita and Asmodean talk. When he feels that she's hurting, he reaches out her to her mind to seal off the pain, and they live each other's lives in a split second.]

(no subject)

[amaya-katerina.livejournal.com]

Margolotta enters, looks around, and smiles. It's been awhile since she's been here, and she's missed it.

She acquires herself a lemonade and takes it to an empty table, where she sits and observes.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the bar. She has a drink, but it's not the drink of doom. It's probably safe to approach.

(no subject)

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

A very damp hobbit wanders in the front door. His hands are pruny, and his hair is still dripping, and his lips are slightly blue. It's possible he's been swimming for too long.

He orders something warm and gets hot chocolate and a towel. He dries his hair vigorously for a moment, then picks up his hot chocolate and starts looking under tables and in corners, probably disturbing a few people as he goes.

After all, it's not every day a hobbit peers under your table and walks away for no apparant reason.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

It's a last-ditch effort.

He needs to break down.

He needs to do it in the privacy of his own home.

So he steps up to the door, closes his eyes, and opens it.

The smell of cinammon and cloves is all he needs, and he steps through into Tokyo, finally.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie comes out of the staff hallway, humming absently to himself, with an unusual number of shaving nicks, and a band-aid on a particularly nasty under the corner of his jaw.

Still! He did it all by himself, like a big boy!

He throws a towel over his shoulder and begins his research in the Bartender's Bible and attendent volumes, then chalks up the night's specials:

After Eighteen
Crimson Death
Leaning Tower

Somebody's pre-occupied. "Happy Hour is open, my fellow Milliwaysians. What's your poison?"

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex is downstairs. There're people with Nick, so he didn't feel too bad about slipping out and coming downstairs.

He's curled up in a booth, tracing the woodgrain.



[In which Alex talks to Edmund about horses, bad memories and children; Adam about singing and showtunes, and Richard about cats. And all three make him eat.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire stands in front of the tabs board looking over the various numbers besides her friends' names. She's already put a small amount on Indy's tab as a thank you for tutoring her. Hopefully he won't notice, although his tab is much smaller than she would have expected.

Presently, she's staring at Sawyer's tab debating with herself. He'd probably be mad if he knew. . . But then, she doubts he pays much attention to it.

Nodding to herself, she drops a larger stack of her tips onto the bar and watches the number on the board decrease. There. That'll do.

She smiles and heads towards the stairs.

(no subject)

[book-moshi.livejournal.com]

Shepherd Book once again only looks mildly surprised to be in Milliways.

He proceeds to the bar where he is ( very sneaky and quiet )

and comes away with a squat, square electronic device not unlike Simon's encyclopedia and a glass of pineapple juice.

He tucks himself in a corner and begins to read his electronic book.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is downstairs in the bar playing his harp. He is still sitting in the chair with the black blanket covering his splinted legs. The bard does not look particularly well. He is playing the harp resting in his lap.

The bard is thinking calmly, as the sorrowful music wafts around him.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

Well, here's somebody who hasn't had an entrance post in a while.

Wash has settled into his booth with a bowl of blueberries, an enormous cup of coffee, and a tuna fish sandwich. He's eating the sandwich one-handed as he hunches over his datapad, alternately scribbling with unusual focus and tapping his stylus against the table as he stares out the observation window.

Anyone looking over his shoulder might notice two things on the pad: a tiny 3-D model of a Firefly-class transport, and a much, much bigger approximation of a "generic" space station (as far as such a thing can exist, anyway).

It's not that he's giving serious consideration to the idea. Of course he isn't. He's just sketching out potential, completely theoretical strategies to shut up the part of his brain that's been yelling 'oh God this is impossible we are SO HUMPED we're all gonna DIE' on a continuous loop since last Saturday. That's all.

....Too bad it's not quite working.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

First the trouble with his friend, and then the wedding in New York; Ray has had better days than this. When he returns from Warren and Isabel's wedding he heads upstairs immediately; he is not the kind of man who enjoys formal wear very much, even on the best of days. The kindest thing one can say about his outfit when he returns is that it's functional- an old bachelor-grey T-shirt of no particular markings, and a pair of loose trousers that probably came from a martial arts supply store in Chinatown or something.

He doesn't stop at the Bar this time, but goes outside to find a quiet spot somewhere in the vicinity of the lake, and just sits.

(no subject)

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

Atreyu is sitting on a sofa near the bar, his legs drawn up and crossed beneath him. Yes, Indian style. Hahaha. He's staring at the steaming mug in front of him on the coffee table, the mug that the bar chose to give him instead of the water for which he actually asked. It smells rich and warm, but it looks like muddy water and it tastes not a little like poison. He isn't so sure the Bar likes him, after all.

Just how caffeine might affect a Fantasian remains to be seen.

[Summary: Atreyu chats with Ivy, who is sweet and a little scary and reminds him of Moon Child (SLOWTIMED). He meets Cynric and Lorrin and discovers that apparently wine and lir do mix.]

(no subject)

[iseenightmares.livejournal.com]

There are monsters in the bar. Heather worries about them. But despite that, she can't stay away from them forever.

She's been trying to hide. Visiting the lake and the forest, sneaking into the stables and the boathouse. So far she's seen nothing to help her leave this place forever.

But she has to eat, so she's in the bar finding rations.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter The Cannibal.

He was let out at the end of last month, and stepped out to Florence without a word to anyone. He was only briefly back for Sir Alanna's birthday, but spoke only to her.

Now he's back from having enjoyed the sun and the air and the freedom of the Palazzo Caponi and his work.

In his hands, a bottle of Atlantean - one of his birthday presents, carried with the proper reverance.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil drifts dreamily from the kitchen - no particular reason, just a bit dreamy today - and goes to the board and writes up his specials for the evening in his very best handwriting:

Dear Customers of Milliways,

Tonight, devoid of any other ideas, the specials menu is brought to you by the letter "S".

Siga Wot from Ethiopia.

Shrimp Ono Nui from Hawaii.

Sopa Leao Vellosa from Brazil.

We hope you enjoy them.

Then he looks around the bar with a smile and begins to wander about collecting empties.

[Sooty and coffee, Hungerstrike!Guppy and angsty flamingo(slowtimed)]

(no subject)

[of-all-blood.livejournal.com]

The youth in the chair near the fire was perhaps not all that unusual. His head was leaned against one of the wings, his legs draped over the opposite arm, eyes half-closed as one hand kneaded the mane of a large lion. He had a faraway look in his eyes - as if he were seeing something not quite there, or hearing a voice just beyond most people's comprehension.

Perhaps he was a bit more beautiful than most - a bit androgynous, with his black hair and grey eyes, and a bit rough about the edges, in that he wore sleeveless leather and heavy gold cuffs about his upper arms.

But he seemed at peace, all things told. Perhaps it was a peace that deserved a bit of disruption.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's sitting at a table, with one gun broken down on the table before him. It's been a while since he cleaned them; not that they get much use here, but it's a good habit to stay in. Break the machine, clean the machine.

Half a mug of coffee and an empty bowl that once contained stew are pushed to one side, away from the gun oil.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

[ooc: Letter to Lucifer Morningstar]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is an albino young man wearing white on the sofa, catnapping.*

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

There is the faint sound of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" comming from a chair by the fire along with some delicate but loud, swearing. Iris is sitting with a large book in her lap and a frustrated look on her face. Please stop by if you can help, or if you just want to chat.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's still in the bar, at the Bar, and drinking.

He's just obliquely ordered Satan to come and see him.

Come cheer him up. Or taunt him. Or just say hi.*

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders into the bar with an English-Aurebesh primer, Green Eggs and Ham, and a notebook and pen. He is looking very studious.

Really. Studious. See, he's practicing the alphabet in the notebook and everything.

He's not very good at B yet. X is working out pretty well, though.

He is slightly concerned that eventually he will have to learn lowercase letters, too.

The curvy letters are gradually starting to look better. He nods, proudly, and stands up again, and wanders back out.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

[OOC: Upstairs, after the Warren-Isabel wedding.]

(no subject)

[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

Despite his best attempts to re-die, Damon has run into the wall of Survival Instincts.

The bar is now richer by one severely unhealthy abomination, currently stuffing his face with nuts. No, not that kind, you damn perverts.

He's looking rather the worse for wear. Moreso than usual. Several weeks as a shut in does that.

(no subject)

[silessid.livejournal.com]

Lysaer is in the bar, looking friendly.

He's very good at that.

Do come talk to him. He'd appreciate it.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

The Death Eater is in the bar. He's in a good mood. The observant might notice that his hands are stained with ink; he's been making notes all day.

Now, it's time for a drink and, perhaps, to talk.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Clad in labcoat, safety glasses, rubberized gloves and grounding wrist-straps, Bonnie carefully shouldered her way into the bar, and paused as soon as she heard the familiar murmuring.

Shit!

She quickly ran over to the bar, more of a roll-step as she cradled her burden between her hands. "Bar, I need a static-free pouch and tape...!" she blurted once she was near enough, and as it appeared, she quickly eased said burden into it, taping the pouch securely all around the upper flap. Then, she could exhale.

And she wondered just what had made the bar decide she'd needed to be here instead of back in the lab.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After waking, Behrooz talks to David. David gets Behrooz something to eat and Behrooz tells him about Rhalen. See, you don't need to torture people to get information!]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy goes to the door and tries to get out, as he's done every night. He walks straight back into the bar. Filled with the deepest frustration he goes up to the Bar herself.
"I've had enough. I want to go home. Please let me out."
He goes back to the door and tries again, with no luck. Slamming the door, he goes back to the bar.
"If you don't let me out, I'm going on hunger strike. I'm not joking."
Exasperated and upset, he goes to a booth, opens his book and tries to work out how long he can go on hunger strike for without causing serious permanent damage.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

[OOC:The Wedding of Snow White and Bigby Wolf. The actual RPing part of it is starting about now, and it's open invitation. . . bridesmaids are armed, disrupt at your own risk]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*A note is posted on the board, type large, and looking official.*

"Attention patrons of Milliways. Due to extenuating circumstances, a change in rules has been required. From this point on, the No Violence rule extends to the lake area as well as inside. Exceptions will be made for duels and fistfights. Nothing else has been changed. Thank you. The Managment."

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland has another carton of milk. And yes, he's drinking straight out of it. His mother didn't raise him right ahahaha.

He's over by the fireplace, in his usual chair.

[Summary: Lilly asks Roland and Alain to hypnotize her to see if she can remember who killed her; then Alain and Roland catch up on FF-DT news. Anthy covets Roland's milk carton with Utena on it, and ends up making a (temporary) trade: the milk carton for Chuchu. Repeat after me, kids: This Cannot End Well.]

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Shelley comes down, looking as pensive as she has for the past few days. She asks the bar for a cup of tea, and when it appears, a letter appears with it.

She frowns and reads it. Then, with a gulp of horror, reads it through again.

Someone. Please come and... Well, I don't think she'll be reassured by hearing about the Throwdown. But maybe she should know. Fling all the doom at her at once.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia walks downstairs and sits at the bar. She gets a glass of water. She asks the bar for a book and ends up with a copy of Twelfth Night. She shrugs and starts reading. She'd love company though.

Midday at Milliways - a millichannel marker

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

millichannel marker!

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: One of many of this past weekend's events, Lecter is let out.

Incidentally, for the aid of Millichannelers, I imagine the plot chronology goes something like:

Lecter is let out
Bernard slugs Barty
Ingress' Birthday
Snow and Bigby's Wedding
Trebond Twins' Birthday
Snow and Bigby Depart for their Honeymoon
Nick is Kidnapped

I'm reasonably sure it makes sense if the events listed happen in that order. Those are the ones I'm most aware of and their placing.]

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[iopenthings]

Door slips in for a quiet drink.

Or possibly a noisy drink with neglected friends. Whichever suits.

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[balletrat]

*It's the middle of the night, and Meg can't sleep.

Coffee probably won't make things better. Nevertheless, there Meg is, sitting in a back booth, her fingers wound tight around a mug.*

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

A largely pregnant Lysistrata slowly comes down the stairs, asks the Bar for some ice water (she was told that alcohol was bad for the baby and has stopped drinking), cheese bread and a fresh peach, which she takes to a small table near the bar. She looks weary and more than a bit lonely as she surveys the rest of the bar.
[ooc:will be slow in replying. IM-crisis w/ fiance.]

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

There are people upstairs with Nick. People who are worried and who talk to Nick quietly and comfort him, and that's good, but Alex can't be there with the other people, doesn't know them well enough. And Nick won't let go while Alex is there, because he's afraid of hurting him.

Nick's concern has never made him want to cry before.

Alex is downstairs, curled up on a couch near the fire, hugging his knees to his chest and gazing blankly at the flames.