(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: OOM]

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

[OOM: Cuthbert and Susan talk about Alain and Jericho Hill. Millitimed, two days ago.]

(no subject)

[iustus_rex]

[ upstairs, well after the wedding ]

(no subject)

[hg-unwell.livejournal.com]

There is an invisible man in the bar.

He's been in sometimes, it's just that... well, no one's seen him, he hasn't been feeling well enough to make a pest of himself,

thought being dead would mean I couldn't feel ill

and as well, still hasn't managed to figure out how to get any real food out to the stables. He hasn't yet hit the point where he'd kill for a piece of fried chicken, a potato, and some good mushy peas, but it's fast approaching.

Breakfast at Milliways - millichannel Marker

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*Garion wanders down the steps sleepily, forgetting one at the very end and stumbling onto the main level. He looks at the stairs in irritation, as if they had suddenly multiplied just to annoy him, before making his way to the bar. He steps behind the counter, turns on the kettle, starts the coffee, and orders himself a bit of toast before looking out to the bar in general*

What'll you have?

(no subject)

[sideshowrobert.livejournal.com]

He had stopped wondering what this place was. Oh, it could very well be an illusion, or a delusion, or a grand hoax. But aside from the strange skin pigmenation and the singularly humiliating moment when he found himself singing about JRR Tolkien's books, he was happy to be here for a while. Happy to be far from the prison. And from his brother.

Therefore, why quibble over the details?

And thus, with a martini in one hand and a copy of Forbes in the other, Bob sat back at a rear table and enjoyed the silence.

[ooc: Mun will be busy, and also in and out of meetings today, so response time will vary.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie did not, in fact, make it back to Louisiana last night. He's now in a booth near the observation window, with a big mess of scrambled eggs and bacon and waffles with peanut butter for breakfast. He looks like he really should go back to bed.

(no subject)

[goodboyladdie.livejournal.com]

(OOM: The Search for Largeman: Millitimed to Tuesday Night.)

Laddie leads the intrepid group of two humans and two ex-turtles on a daring rescue mission across the tri-state area, in search of the elusive Andrew Largeman. On the way they encounter exciting moving metal boxes, crazy ex- turtle driving, lots of social awkwardness and hindering cab drivers. They track down the missing boy and Raph persuades him to return home. But what doom will befall our heroes next?

Guest starring: Merc and Gareth as Laddie the Wonder Dog!

(This occurs after this thread.)

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Well, he slept last night and it was proper sleep, but that's about all that you can really say for it. Ray comes down the stairs this morning in the T-shirt and karate pants outfit again, stopping at the Bar this time for breakfast, though his intention is to go outside and sit by the lake eventually.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Letter to Bernard]

(no subject)

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Miss Susan is sitting with a gin and tonic at a table near the Observation Window, observing the apocalypse critically. She may be giving in marks out of ten for style, use of colour and artistic merit.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri is sitting outside under a tree, reading.

She's got a new book from the Bar, and she's rather enjoying it. English is getting easier- Little Miss Barefoot has only had to reference the primer twice.


[ooc: Sawyer teaches her how to swim, she and Val play at narrarating a holodocumentary on the Mating Habits of the Domesticated Human, Big!Anakin comes over for a chat in which there is Sand People and Vader woe (but everything is okay in the end), and Liz makes book recommendations before inviting Tahiri to lunch.]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a purple god of magic at the bar, drinking iced tea.

Which is odd, of course.

But human bodies like the one he uses get thirsty from dusty work, and shifting desks and bookshelves and stands of grimoires is dusty work, even if the library is just three months old.

There's a lot of dust books produce in three months.

Asar-Suti is taking a break from expanding the library into two rooms, as planned with Eska yesterday and done by Bernard, and he'd quite welcome company...

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( The interview... )

[Summary: Having responded to the ad, Hagrid is interviewed for the Stampy sitting job by two very bored discriminating room mates. Indy is a little crazy, Mike is Mike, and it's also Thursday...]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

A large steaming pot of coffee rests next to Sara's arms, which are propping up her head.

She didn't sleep well last night and might be a little snappish today.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter. Tea. Frappucino. Hay in his hair.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is sitting at a booth with her sleeping son, working very hard on something. No, she's not studying today. She's trying to figure out her astrology chart. She's promised one to Ace and it's been so long since she's done one she's a little out of practice.

Occasionally she remembers to take a bite of her peanut butter and powdered sugar waffles, but mostly she's just staring at the chart with a determined look on her face as she tries to figure out what it all means.

Feel free to interrupt her. Especially if you have tea.



[Summary: Claire and Charlie talk about Nick and then fight about Bartleby.]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, at the Bar proper. She has gotten a book from Bar - British Parliment and It's History. She's hoping for details on security.

...

People should stop encouraging her.

She's gone for the tea this morning, since she really couldn't face another glass of orange juice. She'll be happy when Bar gives up and lets her have cocoa again.

(Must, once more, navigate that strange and dangerous world of college counsellors. Will be back in an hour or so, hopefully, with all limbs still attached and my brain unscrambled.Backish. May disappear for short periods of time.)

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[balletrat]

*There's a Meg in the bar.

Well, technically, she's been there all along. Asleep in a booth, to be precise. Her head pillowed on a giant teddy bear. Which is where she is still. She's going to have quite a crick in her neck when she wakes up.

Shut up, Xander's not the only one allowed to have an inner child.*

(no subject)

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is moving into his new flat in the staff quarters.

This seems to involve shifting several rails filled with an inordinate number of dresses, and at least one suitcase filled entirely with shoes, not to mention the make-up, hairspray, wigs, boas and the few shirts and trousers he actually owns.

Help would probably be appreciated.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Another dream.]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith, in a booth.

Coffee.

Pensieve expression.

She probably needs a friend.

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick's up in his room. He's...looking a little red around the eyes. Visit if you'd like...

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Today, Xander is in touch with his inner child.

There is a blanket draped over one of the tables, which is also surrounded by a ring of pillows.

Underneath the table is Xander, who is reading a comic book and eating chocolate chip cookies.


[Summary: OMG 400 COMMENTS WTF; Xander and Tahiri share cookies and (blue) milk; Mike and Xander talk a bit before getting hot and heavy, then wisely sneaking out to the lake, taking the table-fort with them cartoon-style; Xander and Faith plan a game of strip poker to cheer Faith up after Nick-torture; Mel sneaks up on Xander and they discuss Laddie and a potential trip to New York, wherein Xander will not be climbing the exterior of the Twin Towers; Sunny finds Xander in his hiding place and whips him into submission declare them friends forever; Meg and Xander talk time travel, Del, the Joker, and Barty, finally settling down to sleep under the table-fort due to the wonders of millitime; Andrew tells Xander of his angst, and they clear a few things up (but not Andrew's ambiguously gay behavior, although they do kiss-- but not really!).]

(no subject)

[fantome-d-opera.livejournal.com]

Erik enters the bar, and walks directly toward the piano. Once there he settles in and begins to play.

Yes, he is also known as the Phantom of the Opera. No, he is not the one that people are seeking.

(no subject)

[iseenightmares.livejournal.com]

"Oh hell."

It had been a long time since she'd seen one, but that didn't make them any less real. Or less dangerous. The Closer, making its way slowly towards her, was still as massive as ever, the sharp spikes on the end of its arms doing nothing to make her feel any less threatened. Quickly pulling out her pistol, she aims at it.

*click*

"Oh hell."

She quickly turns, and makes a break for the lake, stuffing the pistol back in her pocket as she runs.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine, in a light summer gown, sits out of doors, by the Lake. There's a bottle beside her, but it only contains water. She has her face turned up to the sun and she's smiling a little, breathing in the scent of sunwarmed grass and fresh air.

It's a good day, even though she's having one of those highly introspective days where she wonders what her purpose is, and wonders what lies after Milliways for her. There just might be a journal lying on the ground, where the pen is stuck between the pages to mark her place.


If you like, come and speak to her. She wouldn't mind company.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Andrew Largeman returns to Milliways.]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita. Bar. Tea.

Troubled look in her eyes, but looking rather better rested than she has in some time.

She's really, really hoping Asmodean doesn't show up again.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole tugs at the sleeves under his jacket, straightening them. Then takes the few steps down the stairs and into the bar. He pulls a barstool and sits at the bar. His usual appears before he speaks.

"You read my mind." He smiles and rubs the bar.

(no subject)

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

Shannon is at the bar with another trashy paperback. She rather wishes that she could find better books, but she has found a way to wreak quiet revenge on this one by bending it completely in half so that the covers are touching. If books could speak, this one would be screaming in agony. Come distract her, and give the poor book a break.





[ooc: mun will be around for a few hours, then gone for a few hours, and then back again, so there will be a random burst of slowtime. back]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

( There is a new 'wanted' sign on the bulletin board. )

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom enters the bar carrying a pouch of galleons from Crouch's Gringotts vault. He intends to make Crouch come good on his promise today.

When he sees Bernard, and the crowd of people around him, he rushes over, cursing his miserable timing.*

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash is at the bar, grinning. It's a rather unnerving sight.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's in the bar, at the usual table, keeping an eye on Sunny and reading the Post.

His back's to Bar.*

Bartending-a-go-go!

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony kept to himself most of the day, reading newspapers and his usual Sports Illustrated while he sat in the bar. He managed to sleep well last night through the help of his sleeping pills (and something else), so he is, naturally, in somewhat of a good mood, only because sleep does not eliminate all of your problems. Stepping behind the bar, Tony takes note of the tabs. Specifically, Nita's tab, which is lower than the number he saw last week. He makes a note to add some money to her and Michelle's tabs after his shift.

Thus, donning an apron and weilding a towel, Tony turns to face the customers and asks, "What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Sitting at his table with Barty, Bernard suddenly stiffens, pale as salt.

Behind him, Bar stops serving.





Suddenly, Bernard takes one shuddering breath, his eyes widening.

Bar is now covered with little pieces of paper with her now-familiar, curving, feminine script.

They read 'HELP' and 'BARTY,' and are liberally mixed with small sticks of dynamite.*

(no subject)

[friggin-gift.livejournal.com]

He hasn't been around in a day or so. His time. It's been a few days more than that in here. He comes and is tired. Very tired. He is, again, sweating profusely.

He approaches the bar and downs the bottle of water it gives him in one go.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: By the lake, Indy tutors Claire on early Spartan civilization.]



Summary: Indy and Claire catch up on Indy's busy week, their love lives, and weddings. Claire warns him that she has a friend who likes him but doesn't tell him it's Helen. Which is just as well since he thinks it Kitty. Yay, for much confusion to follow!

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Way in one of the back corners of the bar, not one of the dark and sultry corners, mind, just one of the quite out-of-the-way ones, sits an empath. In front of her is a laptop, a notebook, and a couple of stray books. The laptop seems to be merrily playing the middle of A New Hope, with Luke and Leia running around the Death Star. Oddly enough, Val seems to be taking notes. Copious quantities of them, in fact. The audio of the laptop is hooked up to a pair of headphones, and every so often, she will hum along to music. Feel free to bug her or ask what the frell she's doing.

Summary in content

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's at a table, writing notes down on paper, and frowning at whatever results she's coming up with.

This is what she calls 'researching', for making up new rune spells.

She's unlikely to blow anyone up. Really.



((Summary: Ace and Svava discuss magic types. Watch this space 1- Svava tells Duo she's trying to figure how to detect other magics, to figure out the portal Serena's made. 2- Svava and Hannibal discuss runes. He works on what he tells her is an amulet for magic-detecting, but it also has sheild spells and wards and a locator spell for when she goes to Ragnarok.))

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Under different circumstances, and in a different location, Indy might have rushed over to Bernard with his gun blazing, screaming bloody murder. It's quite possible that there wouldn't have been a soul left standing if this had occurred during the wedding planning. Except for the crazed archaeologist-cum-whipping boy, who would probably have continued to wave the smoking revolver at random customers while ranting incomprehensibly at them. Kitty might have survived too. Maybe.

Even this morning, long after the wedding tear down had been completed, and after a very pleasant night with Delia in New York, there might still have been a chance that Indy would have flipped out and used his whip inappropriately. There's a good reason it's been in his bedroom drawer for the past forty-eight hours.

Fortunately, he's just returning from a refreshing afternoon of tuition out by the lake. He may be a little confused, but he's stable, for the most part. It's nothing that a few shots of bourbon won't cure anyway. So he's at the bar for that reason, just keeping an eye on the crowd around the head barman. He assumes that Tom would probably prefer to have dinner on another night.

[Summary: Full day's summary posted in Back Room]

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

And in honour of the Rent trailer which has just shown itself, and the mun dying in canon glee... Mark Cohen is in the bar, twiddling with what would more than likely seem to many here to be an old-fashioned camera. He's humming to himself, some odd song that perhaps only he knows. Or perhaps some others do as well.

Fivehundred twentyfive thousand six hundred minutes...

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere walks away from Indy, calling in a flute as she goes. She sits on the piano and begins to play, a light, improvisational piece*

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Cannibal Wakes.


Dr. Hannibal Lecter rouses (finally) from his darkened booth. Only a moment's hesitation arises as he performs the basic "WTF?" moment as he wonders why he slept in the bar before remembering what he had been drinking the night before.

A quick rune-spell or two later, and he's his usual dapper self again, and he rises to greet the night.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz (finally) enters the bar again. He's not really sure if he should, but he's hungry and doesn't really feel safe staying in his room alone. His nose still aches - it's not swelled enough so that the injury is obvious, but it's still red enough that upon a second glance one could see it looked like it'd been broken.

With the bowl of soup and bread the bar gives Behrooz aspirin and a glass of water. He sits down alone, trying to be inconspicuous, wondering how long he can stay down here. Being in such a crowded area makes him feel safer than being alone in his room.

He'll probably lie if asked about the nightmarish week he's still recovering from. But he'll probably only be standoff-ish if you work(ed) for CTU. If you've spoken to him before, you're probably on his mental list of people he needs to apologize to.

[For summarizer: House buys Behrooz (his first) milkshake and asks Behrooz about the whole being-kidnapped thing, but Behrooz avoids it by taking an interest in House's cane. Audrey recognizes Behrooz, which triggers a quick guilt rush from him, but she kindaforgives him and tells him what (she thinks) happens to him.]

(no subject)

[syfte.livejournal.com]

There is a camera going 'click' at you.

The person who took the picture is Syfte, who is actually not hiding behind a doorway or in a potted plant at this point, but sitting on the floor taking photos at odd angles.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

After taking a long hot shower after his morning swim, Sawyer had come downstairs, gotten himself a whiskey, and found himself an empty table. He sits there now, shuffling his cards and occasionally dealing out a hand of blackjack to a nonexistent opponent.

[Summary: Claire, good and pissed at Charlie, comes over for a visit. Sawyer doesn't have the good sense to keep his mouth shut.]

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She's spent the late afternoon and early evening in her room working on records and accounts; Pat Delgado's daughter takes her responsibilities seriously, say true.

By the time Susan comes out into the bar, she's more than ready for a cup of hot chocolate, and to curl up in her favorite spot on the couch.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Kitty had managed to sleep in, at least some, before starting her shift with Millie and Wade. (Edmund and Derry accompanying, throughout the day.)

And fourteen hours, about, is enough that she's functional, and able to do this, even if she could use another good night's sleep.

But it's fun, really, to watch them play outside, and to help them try and catch butterflies, and all sorts of things.

And now she's settled with them, in the bar, attempting to get them to eat.

Long day.

And she's tired, yes.

But content. If amused.

"Food goes in the mouth, Millie, not on the face."

[Kitty takes care of the twins, then tells them a fairy tale, before taking them to bed.]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Due to Memento effects, Millitime avoids any inconvenience with Nita

Asmodean is downstairs in the padded chair with the black blanket over his splinted legs. He is playing somber music on his harp. He is quietly contemplating.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

There was one slightly-broken woobie in the bar drinking chocolate milk Jack Daniels. He was alone in a booth, and had a piece of a paper and pencil on the table in front of him next to his Walkman, which he was not listening to. He would think a moment, and then jot an item down, making a list.

No, not that kinda of list.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's at a booth, still reading Revenge of the Sith and slowly drinking at an altha protein shake. Feel free to bother at will, mun is in horrible need for a break from studying.

(summary: Jaina's visited by Anakin the older. The two of them briefly discuss Star Wars movies and piloting. There's bonding of the cute kind over past mischief and Anakin teases Jaina about her height (or lack there of), ending the conversation with a discussion on Padme and Leia. Jag comes over, and bothers her briefly about her taste in food. Jaina decides to take him outside to go rowing in one of Hagrid's pumpkin boats. There is talk and banter which leads to smiles and suggestions that Han definately would not approve of.)

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel's in the rafters, looping them with her flying mat, at quite a dizzying speed.

Some things are too much fun to not be tried.

You're welcome to try and get her attention, though

(no subject)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Due to mun away-ness, this will be Connor's last night actively inna bar for ten days. During that time, Murphy!mun has godding rights, though I think it can be assumed Connor will spend a lot of time in the room upstairs. Even if he wasn't bound, he would refuse to leave because he'd be going home to a world without Murphy and he can't handle that. So. That's his deal. For tonight, bother at will, though there may be slowtime as I'll be packing and stuff for my trip.

One Irish Saint inna bar. Drowning his sorrows and confusion in a very hard drink intended to alter the mental functioning of the mind.

He has in front of him a book Bar gave him, called The Gun Seller, by Hugh Laurie. He'd find it amusing if only he could focus enough to, you know, read it.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth with a small flamingo, who is trying to force him to eat a chocolate biscuit she got from somewhere.
"For goodness sakes Mitzi, I'm not on hunger strike. I'm just not hungry."
The flamingo scowls at him disbelievingly and starts pecking his hand.

[ooc: Summary: Guppy talks to Columbia about being Bound, confesses his depression and has his body switched with Mitzi temporarily whilst talking to Asar-Suti and meets Beth, who is very interested in the flamingo.]

(no subject)

[notafieldagent.livejournal.com]

George will be inactive for roughly ten days while his mun visits family. It's obliglitory. Believe her when she says she's not really looking forward to it. She'd much rather stay home and let the boys out to play.*sigh*


George Mason knows the evening bar tender. He might even go over and say hi.

For now, he's sitting in a comfy chair by the fire. Reading a book called Riding The Snake, written by Stephen J Cannell. George waatched several of Cannell's TV series, most of them were about cops or law enforcement in some way. He always liked the man's style.

Don't hesitate to interrupt.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: A long ways OOM once again.]

(no subject)

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

House inna bar. For the next ten days, he'll likely be nursin his Vicodin addiction alone in his room due to mun away-ness.

He's taken a Vicodin or two to dull the pain in ihs leg to an annoying ache. He's tried to convince himself it's because he's been on the ground a lot. With Jasin, with Behrooz.

He's reading a medical journal, and taking notes in a notebook. A plate of onion rings is virtually untouched, and his milkshake is melting.

Interrupt if you dare.

by the lake

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is sitting on the lakeshore, hugging her knees and looking out at the water. Roland did his trick, and Alain asked her questions and it worked. She remembers, now. She knows how she died.

[Summary: In a mockery of continuity, Lilly is comforted by Peter, Indy, Mel, Mordred, Meg, and Alain with four different kinds of alcohol, one hand-rolled cigarette and as many ways of trying to make her feel better as they can. Much love.]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Last night Roland told Lilly he'd be downstairs the following evening.

Roland keeps his word.

He's reading a slim volume over in his usual chair. Poetry, looks like.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes in from the lake doorway, brushing a few strands of hay off his jeans.

Seeing Roland with Lilly, he heads over.

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur is sitting at a table with another stack of National Geographics, wearing a shiny copper bracelet in the shape of kittens chasing each others' tails on her right wrist. She is munching absently on butter-cookies (which look and smell like very burnt shortbread cookies) and drinking buttermilk.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's sitting at a table with a mai tai. She has what looks like a coffee table book in front of her -- one with all manner of formal gowns in it.

"Oh...huá lì de..." A page turns. "Oh, shiny..."

[Summary forthcoming in back room due to mun tiredness and slowtimed threads; essentially, Kaylee talks to Alain, Susan, Ace, Svava, Lysistrata, and Fleur, mostly about pretty dresses and engines and sometimes sex. No real plot, though plot is mentioned.]

Dream says a lot of things to Edmund. After that he's helpful and gives Derry sweet sleep.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is in the bar looking better than he has in a while. Robes and throne, bare feet, the usual.

Well. He does have a sword like the one that all the groomsmen at Bigby's wedding got. His doesn't have a name engraved on it, however. More like several thousand. One can only hope it was done with magic, not by hand.

He has tea in hand, and a Very Small Peacock wandering around on the table in front of him.

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom is by Bar's side, comforting her. She's recovered, but he still worries*

Michelle meets Harold and is surprised by how his drawings move and takes care of him a bit.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle has her notebook and a cup of coffee. She's writing down some information and taps the pen against the paper as she tries to remember what she's learned.

One good thing about Milliways, she can actually fidget now without worrying about how it looks.

She is however smiling a little thanks to a good night with Tony. All in all, she's feeling better than she has in a few weeks.

Feel free to destroy her better mood.

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

*There is a very plain looking Fleur perched at the bar with tea. She looks well, considering things. She will probably even giggle at you and mock your clothes a little.*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is in the bar, if needed. He's got a lot on his mind.*

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris is sitting in a chair by the fire again. This time watching an illusury pile of music burn. She has put away "Mary Had a Little Lamb" after little success last night and has now decided to try to play "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"....badly.

(no subject)

[astro-droid.livejournal.com]

Because he can, one astro 'droid is in the bar. Strangely enough, he seems to have somehow aquired a tray, and is rolling around cleaning things off of tables. Whether or not he did this on his own incentive is rather up for grabs.

Following him is Threepio, vocally grumbling about doing what he seems to consider housework.

Gil explains to Asar-Suti what Wales is, and Serena resists the temptation of the Seker's blood

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Gods are never tired, of course not. Time does not apply much to them.

But Asar-Suti is a person again, and has a physical body most of the time, and that will do things to a deity.

So after having shoved about furniture and re-ordered books all day, just coming down briefly to have a cold drink and talk to Cynric, Asar-Suti has finished re-forming the library. It now consists of two rooms: the first room, with the book shelves, and the second, with desks and the grimoires on their stands, and the indices.

And that might be an excuse why the violet deity is curled up in his usual chair, a book open on its face and a half-empty glass of ice tea beside him, fast asleep

Sekritly, he's hoping for a certain former faun to come by and wake him, but if someone else turns up, he's probably goingto open a weary purple eye to them as well.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he's bored. Perhaps he feels like being an ass. (As usual.) Perhaps he just wants to test some underused parts out. For whatever reason, when KARR drives in from the lake, he lets out a loud 'HOOOONNK.'

[OOC Summary: KARR finds and torments a migraine-suffering Ace, and talks to Ray about the plans concerning a technology trade.]

Audrey is angry at Jack (s4 spoilers). Asmodean does not help.

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

There is a depressed-looking blonde taking residence in a chair by the fireplace. She has no alcohol with her, only a mug of hot chocolate and some dry cereal. She doesn't have the appetite for anything else.

(no subject)

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

Well, having her father back in a sort of not way has kept Iris busy. She's still be a bit nervous. Not wanting him to know how things are in the future.

So she flits around the bar in typical speedster-hummingbird-fashion, orders a drink, asks the bar for some tarot cards, and looks for a place to sit.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Ray runs some tests on Venkman and gets some seriously freaky-ass results.]

Last night was the night for sitting and thinking and sitting some more. Ray hasn't really got an excuse to plunk himself down by the lake this evening, so he's getting a proper dinner and soda and settling in at a table with decent lighting. He shows little inclination to actually eat, though; he's too busy watching a constantly shifting three-dimensional display of quite a lot of jagged peaks and points radiating out from a central oval, hovering several inches above one of his usual small grey devices.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is reading a newspaper by the fireplace. She has green tea and a plate of grilled eel, which she is absently poking every now and then with a pink chopstick. There is no monkey in sight.

Midday at Milliways - a millichannel marker

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

millichannel marker

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[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Zoe is in the bar, sitting at a table with a cup of coffee.

For no particular reason, other than that fresh, real coffee is something you don't get to enjoy too often when you live on a spaceship.