(no subject)

[not-speedy.livejournal.com]

Roy strolls on into the bar. He's still dressed like a pirate because of his daughter's pirate tea party but he's not about to say that. He tips his hat to various patrons while whistling "You can't always get what you want."

(no subject)

[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor had been on patrol, just as he was every night. It had gone with a sort of usual routine, something that was comforting in a 'I'm intimidating bad guys with fists and arrows' sort of way. But despite this, he had been eager to go home... for some reason, he really didn't have the attitude for handling it tonight.

His wish had been granted; it'd passed easily enough. And now he was back home, and ready to collapse into that bed. And he'd do it ever so easily, if it weren't the fact that when he walks through the door, he doesn't exactly end up where he meant to...

"What...?" He blinks, eyes widening a little as he sees a place that is -distinctly- not his bedroom.

If he paid more attention to such things, he might be tempted to make a joke about Kansas.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's not doing anything particularly interesting. Apart from being very British, as he idly leafs through the London Times, with a mug of tea in hand*

[Summary: Crowley talks to	- Susan, about wings vs. brooms, racing day hats, Santa, the Milliways horses ( and dinosaurs), and some of Crowley's ethereal hat-tricks.
	- Tonks, about the Head Baahman's present, the implications of such, the New Sofa, and general debauchery.
	- Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle, about... the undoing of straitjackets.
	- Tom, about thir respective weeks, and a Certain Heroic Quest.
	- Faith, about photos of Bernard wearing his present, incriminating video footage, montages, and dinosaurs.
	- Aziraphael, about Tintern Abbey, plans for the week, and breaking in that new couch.
	- Cuthbert, about hitting Lucifer with a poker, Academy smackdown, and suicidal charges.]

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Would you look at that? Table instead of a booth, gin and tonic instead of a whiskey. Sawyer must be broadening his horizons.

[Summary: Sawyer warns Indy that Claire now knows about the pictures. Run, Indy, run.]

(no subject)

[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Foaly in the bar.

Foaly wearing new tinfoil hat!

Foaly strutting proudly, trying to make up for barely 3-foot hight with extra foilariffic shininess and some gadget on his belt that flashes periodically and displays a moving train of gnommish text across its little window that looks suspiciously like stock reports in hieroglyphics...

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Having settled Meg in on the sofa bed, Indy trots back down to the bar with an extra pillow that she didn't need. It's very pink and frilly. For this reason, he sidles up to the bar with the objective of making it go away rather quickly and surreptitiously.

[Summary: Indy tries to convince Kitty to take a vacation, but discovers that she already has one planned. Indy and Mike get a day's custody of Derry—the world fears. Mel is curious about the pillow, and finds out about Meg sleeping in the suite. They have an interesting conversation about Mike, Xander and exclusivity, before Indy scrapes the surface of her insomnia problem. Josiane catches Indy canoodling with Delia in her bondage gear. Some tense moments follow, with a very pointed question about love, but everything works out very nicely. Cuteness follows after Josie leaves.]

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Alex has a nightmare. Then there is schmoop. Then smut.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

In Room 34, at about 3:30 AM--Kitty leaves for a mission to Genosha to help set up computer systems

(no subject)

[doc_evil]

Dr. Evil enters, Mr. Bigglesworth tucked securely under one arm. Against all reason, he is humming a Christmas carol. No, not the cat. Cats can't hum, even evil cats.
( Clearing his throat, Dr. Evil begins to sing. )

Content, Dr Evil sits at the bar and calmly places Mr. Bigglesworth on the stool beside him.

"What? Why are you looking at Daddy like that? Without me, you would just be like all the other kitties. Bored. Aimless. Not at all powerful." Mr. Bigglesworth gives him a look that suggests: but I would also be furry. "Now you are a god among cats. A regular Bast. Yeah. Egyptian cat goddess. What? Did I impugn your tiny kit-ty mojo? Bar, I want an evil drink."

Bar gives him a bottle of tequila.

"No. No, no. No tequila. I haven't been able to drink it since that night with the ducks in Tijuana. Can't look at llamas either. Yeah. Do you have anything Belgian?"

Breakfast at Milliways

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

millichannel marker

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Oof. Morning. Ray was up late last night doing car-geekery and other things. Research, mostly. This morning he snapped awake much too early and couldn't get back to sleep, so he's trundled down the stairs for coffee and oatmeal with chunks of apple in it. As he's about to sit down, something occurs to him, and he scribbles a note to take upstairs in a hurry.

( The note gets jammed under Peter Venkman's door. )

Satisfied, he returns to the Bar and his breakfast.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April couldn't have told you why she was back in the bar already. She had gotten up at what she would have fondly termed "the buttcrack of dawn" because Raph had accidentally woken her when he got up for his run, and she'd been unable to get back to sleep. She'd gone back home, showered, changed and then come back for no justifiable reason than her own curiosity and inherant nurturing instincts.

She was sitting alone at the bar, sipping from a large coffee with that familiar, placid gaze belonging to those who have not yet had their proper amount of caffeine.


[Summary: April and Mel talk about evil flies, wishes and adapting.]

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

And then there was the Woobie.

Ah, yes.

He had made a decision the night before, and hadn't taken his meds that morning. Of course, it would likely be several days before he was back to being fully chipper and annoying again. Nevertheless, Andrew felt better knowing that should he be targeted by a raptor, he would be fully cognizant of it.

He sat alone at a table, hair still damp from his shower, eating some cereal and not looking in the direction of a certain Slayer.

[Unexpected Woobie-zilla: Andrew talks to Ray about dinosaurs, Goonies and the vaunted profession of acting. He then does a very poor job of avoiding talking to Mel, and much awkwardness ensues. Later, he discusses the benefits of therapy with Michelle and running away from your problems with a distraught Penny.]

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben sat down at any old table. Nothing special.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace, at the bar, nibbling on cinnamon toast and blueberries, and generally looking antsy. It's that look she gets right before she disappears off to London for a bit, or heads off to go hunt demon bunnies, or right before the paper airplanes start flying.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Peter and Johnny talk in Venkman's Room, Millitimed to Sunday evening]

Peter picked up Ray's note on his way to the Bar. Dinosaurs. That figured. Why not? Place was already a zoo as it stood.

Even with that information, Peter arrived in the Bar area, with an expression that can be interpreted simply as 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Learn to Love Milliways.' He was also dressed in a Ghostbusters coverall, though not the kind he was used to.
First of all, it was a gold lamé coverall. It had his name stitched on the left hand side, but the no ghost symbol patch on the arm looked to have been in a fight with a Bedazzler tool, and lost.

So much for asking the Bar for getting his old uniform. (It also passed along a matching Speedo to go with the coveralls, but Peter decided to nix that idea for the time being.)

So he grabbed his usual mug of coffee, and found a handy table to sit at.

((OOC Summary:

When Peter met April. April O' Neil that is, and the pair chatted about the strangeness of the Bar, ninja turtles, and a little casual flirting, at least from Peter's end.

Peter and Michelle also talk as Michelle relates her troubles while Venkman listens.))

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita's been feeling out of shape -- what with, well, everything, she stopped running a few weeks ago. Guilt being a great motivator, she's out running a lap or two around the lake.

Feel free to interrupt her outside. Or you can catch her as she comes inside.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Vago's awake. He's sitting just a little ways from the piano, listening, sipping his tea, and staring out the observation window.

He looks a lot more relaxed than he has in the last couple of days.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Large steaming mug of coffee.

Small garden salad--partially eaten.

Microscope. Slides. Former (not quite awake) CSI.

Someone might want to tell Sara she needs to turn the microscope on to see anything.

[Summary: Asar-Suti wakes Sara up and discusses Gil's transformation with her. She in turn discusses what she's planning on researching and is mildly freaked by what his offer of assistance entailed. Ace also wakes Sara for girl talk.]

(no subject)

[golden-age-sand.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Wesley Dodds runs from unexpected Nazis, finds unexpected shelter.]

There is the sudden sonic intrusion of gunfire as a masked man in a trenchcoat careens through the front door of Milliways. As the door slams shut, threatening voices with Teutonic accents can be heard through a filter of steady rain with occasional thunder. Wherever this masked man has been, it wasn't pleasant. He falls to the floor.

He remains motionless for under a minute, but long enough for the curious to notice details. He is soaked to the bone, despite the effectiveness of his green trenchcoat and hat. His face is obscured by a gasmask, one similar to those issued to GIs during the second World War. This mask is a golden chrome. In his right hand is a similarly plated pistol, the barrel bloody. He is wearing gloves and sensible leather shoes. Is that a cape slung around his neck?

He's bleeding. He tries to lift himself with his left arm, but finds the right far more effective. Less bullet in that one, he muses.

"This is no church," he says to himself.

Carefully, he stands, holsters his pistol, shakes the rain off his hat and slips off the gasmask with his right hand. Stuffing the mask in a voluminous trench pocket, his fumbles in his topcoat for his wire-rimmed glasses.

Blinking, Wesley Dodds stands in the middle of Milliways. Stunned. And possibly in shock.

"Holy Cow."

(Mun is a honest and sensible mun who must work, so please to forgive any work-related delay in response. Will be away for about an hour @ 12:30pm est. Slowtime is good. Thankee.)

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

Here's something he hasn't done in a while... or, at least, not in an entrance post...

Connor wanders through the bar, sword in hand and exits through the lake door. It's morning; sun's up; air's not bad... practice time.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Holy cow! Helen's in the bar! She has her tea, a few wooden plaques, red, gold, and blue paint, and some paintbrushes.

Come ask what she is doing...or otherwise pester her!

(no subject)

[half-giant.livejournal.com]

Hagrid's been around. Really he has. He's been making scarecrows to keep away birds that might frighten Stampy when she's out with Hagrid, and he's out back in the gardens right now, urging some more pumpkins to grow so he can make new boats for the lake.

Come on out to chat or steal a boat or tell him how you've been!

(no subject)

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

Chase can see the door
He would like to bid farewell
To his left hand friends.

Entrance post in haiku. Because mun is just feeling poetic today.

Chase is sitting in a booth, with a stack of pancakes lying untouched in front of him. He has a notebook in which he appears to be outlining something, but from the look on his face, it's kind of a waste of time.

Not that he has much time to waste. Do come chat with him!

[OOC: Mun is at work; things will probably have to be slowtimed depending on whether her coworker will be nice enough to let her use her laptop if mun does not have to do inventory.]

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Penny in San Diego]

*Penny wanders downstairs and sits at the bar*

(no subject)

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

A hobbit is sleeping underneath a table.

He’s leaning against the booth with his head on his arm, and he’s not sleeping very well. He twitches and mutters with increasing frequency, and his face is often contorted, alternately with anger and fear.

He shouts something that's either unintelligible or not quite English, and wakes up in a panic. He stands up too quickly and hits his head on the table, and falls over, out from beneath the table.

Once he’s certain he’s awake and still in Milliways, he sighs and relaxes, still lying on the floor beside the table. After a moment he stands up and wanders over to the bar, where he gets a milkshake and a really big sandwich. He looks at the table and considers going back to hide underneath again, but stays where he is and starts eating. He doesn’t really want to be in the dark right now.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason steps slowly into the Bar. He is wearing a party hat with puppy paw prints on it and...a toga? There is a bed sheet wrapped around him. Maybe it's the birthday garb for his world? Or maybe it's a birthday prank...He glares at the Bar, which offers him coffee and birthday cake. "Nice try." he says as he turns to a booth to hide in.
"Happy Birthday to me."
[Summary: Jason gets teased by Archie, who he in turn embarasses by teaching him about strippers. Currently in slowtime. Max comes by to tease and wish a happy birthday. They are cute to each other and he runs off to get her a drink, when he runs into Gabriel. (see Garbiel thread) Fight ensues, both are now in cells.]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar from out back, grabs a coffee and settles at a table for her afternoon break. She still looks tired, but not nearly so much as yesterday.*

Seeds of discontent begin to sprout as Tony has lunch with Michelle.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is in the bar.

Huh, how about that?

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is in the bar. In a decent mood, due to the lack of any strange dreams the previous night. Because his mun is lazy. He orders some bread and tea and actually eats it. This is probably a good thing. The bar offers the pad of paper again, but Behrooz still refuses it - he's not really in the mood to think about such things. Instead he opens his (now Spanish) textbook and starts reviewing the future tense.

A distraction that doesn't look like homework would be welcome.

(no subject)

[menninia-vedra.livejournal.com]

Saavedra enters the bar, her sketchbook in hand and her face determined.

Determined, but not so depressed as she has been. She has a teacher. A Grijalva teacher. And if it isn't her Sario, it is still a Sario, and she couldn't be happier.

Unless, of course, she could go home.

(no subject)

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle comes downstairs after her run. She orders scrambled eggs, bacon, and a coffee.

After looking around for a moment, she finds an empty table and sits down.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

After he finishes his tea, Vago decides its time for some fresh air. He makes a detour in his room to grab his sword before heading out to the lake for some exercise.

(no subject)

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

*The door creaks open to reveal wide open skies, onion fields as far as the eye can see, a weathered farmhouse, and a small former Philosophy professor.

Kathleen Wrangle grins and scurries in.

She's skiving off doing the laundry to visit her son's bar.

She looks around happily and plops herself onto a stool at the Bar, giving Bar a smacking kiss on her gleaming surface.*

Well, hello there, sweetie. Can I get a Bud?

*A Budweiser appears on the Bar, in the bottle. No glass.

Kathleen grins and takes a swig.

Nothing like slacking on a boring Monday afternoon.*

(no subject)

[deadlywhore.livejournal.com]

[OMM - <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/deadlywhore/412.html">Tayven does some exploring, and enters a door that leads to Milliways.</a>]

 

A darkly cloaked and somewhat dusty figure steps through the door and into the bar, and stops in confusion. He looks around him, then back at the door before returning his attention once more to his surroundings. His beautiful face bares a look of extreme puzzlement, despite his experience with magic.

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

He comes out of the staff quarters looking well rested. He gets a cold beer and takes a seat at the bar.

Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

After her conversation with Indy and the use of cocoa and alcohol, Mel hadm't managed to get back to sleep. But it's not like Slayers need much sleep anyway, so she instead went for a longer-than-normal swim and killed some rabbits for the fun.

Now she's back in the bar. With a huge breakfast and juice, tucking in enthusiastically and looking scarily awake for this hour.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is downstairs in the bar. Wonder of all wonders, he is at the piano playing some rather depressing music. He seems to be enjoying himself, though the evidence that speaks to this is how beautiful, and sad the music is.

Come listen to his music.

[OOC: The mun is at school doing research. Occasional breaks for science are to be expected. Slowtime in 3 hours when the mun goes home.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs carrying Seth's carrier in one hand and his guitar in the other. He puts the baby on a table near the observation window and sits close by. He takes his guitar from its case and spends a few minutes tuning and warming up, and then starts playing.

Nothing too loud, though. Don't want to wake the baby.

(no subject)

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Penn comes down after his first night in Milliways.

He tried to sleep but he couldn't and let's not even mention the cravings for fresh blood.

"Bar, can I have some human blood and a newspaper"

He sits at the bar reading his newspaper and drinking his blood.

He's still a little grumpy, but feel free to disturb him.

(no subject)

[the-fifth-rule.livejournal.com]

( OOC: Cutting because it'll ruin Fight Club for you (maybe) if you haven't all ready seen/read it. )

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam is at the piano again, still playing folk songs but going for a more upbeat feel today.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is in a booth, cleaning his one actually functional gun. It's a standard-issue Baker rifle, not quite as impressive as the replica Nock gun the bar gave him, but might still be of interest to any weapons geeks in the bar.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

After her morning swim, Tahiri decided to lay out in the sun to dry before she got dressed and went back inside.

Then she fell asleep.

The little barefoot Jedi is still sleeping in her robeskin swimsuit on the grass near the water's edge, head pillowed on her jumpsuit.

Feel free to wake her up before she burns.

(no subject)

[mnt_mike]

The squeaking trumpet of an off key bicycle horn sounds the arrival of Michaelangelo and Stampy. One of them ungracefully bounds down the stairs, while the other bounces merrily. Take your pick over which is which.

First entry

[nosortofangel.livejournal.com]

A lean, attractive man prowls in, all black leather and attitude. He stops dead just inside the door, grey eyes narrowing as he looks over the room. He seems suspicious for a moment, as though suspecting that someone's played a joke on him. The suspicious look passes quickly to confusion. "What the hell?"

Someone has obviously never been to Milliways before.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo is in a corner of the bar, somewhere well away from the piano so his guitar-playing won't conflict with it.

Theme of the day seems to be absent friends. He's looking a little down. There's a framed photograph on the table in front of him.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He wanders in looking slightly more unkempt than usual -- a sign that he's just woken up. It occurs to him, after some milling about aimlessly, that he probably should eat something. So he pokes at the bar until it produces something that at least resembles venison jerky. He perches someplace and gnaws at it sleepily. It doesn't exactly taste like venison, but after what he's seen in this place so far, he's probably better off not knowing what it REALLY is.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes down into the bar, ready to be a barmaid again. Her t-shirt says "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!"

It seems to be her uniform. She goes to the bar and gets her tray and goes in search of people who need to be served.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith hasn't been in the rafters for a while.

So she's up there now, sitting on one of the low beams, just watching people.

She wouldn't mind chatting.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max wanders in, muttering under her breath as though trying to work something out. She stops off briefly at the bar to get herself a chocolate milkshake before looking for a place to sit. She seems to be in an all right, if somewhat distracted mood. Bother away.

Max is still around, but has moved, obviously. And is somewhat bloodied.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

June 13th is Violet's birthday. Today she is fifteen. She has made her way down into the bar proper, a place she hadn't been seen lately. And being Violet she has gone to get a milkshake. On this day, being her birthday, she was given not only her milkshake but a cupcake with a candle and a little wrapped present. Violet had told no one about her birthday and she didn't really feel like having one. She doesn't look happy at all. In fact she looks horribly sad.

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

There is a one-handed Jedi at the bar. He is drinking tea, while doing nothing else.

If it needs to be said... feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachels finally made it back to the bar once more. Bad mood, soot in her hair, the smell of smoke and one spandex suit on.

She's drinking water. Go figure.

Steph arrives at Milliways and meets Saavedra Grijalva

[alwaysroomforhope]

This is ... definitely not what Stephanie Brown expected Heaven to look like.

On reflection ... it's probably not Heaven. Where she was before ... there was darkness, and there were ... whirling stars? She can't really remember, it's like a dream. The last thing she clearly remembers is standing with Jason in the medical centre where she died, watching Batman ... mourn? No, that can't be right. And then the darkness, and now here. So where is here?

She's never even been in a bar before, unless you count undercover. Or that time Dean tried to get her in and they carded her and he started a fight. She hopes they're not carding people here. It's not fair, anyway. It's not like she'll ever turn twenty-one now. If this is Heaven, and she can't stay because she's underage, she's gonna go back and haunt Black Mask for ever.

Slightly confused and lost, she sits down at the nearest table to watch people.

(no subject)

[transgenic-ass.livejournal.com]

The door to Milliways opens, and a young man wearing a Bike Messenger's bag walks in. He stops for a second, his hand still on the doorknob, and peeks back outside. Obviously slightly confused, but also too tired from work to argue, he walks in.

"It's not Crash, but I'm not in the mood to be picky today," he says to himself under his breath.

Alec, X5-494, closes the door and heads to the bar.

[Summary: Alec enters the bar and meets Lucca, talks shop with her. He is then confronted by Max, who thinks he's his twin brother. They talk about his past, her future, which is never a good idea.]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: At the Healer's, and telling Allbright.]

(no subject)

[owendavies.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After Guinevere reaches Owen Davies' cottage, Owen offers her and her infant child shelter. Note to people unfamiliar with the canon: This is a backstory plot, taking place sixteen years in the past on Owen's and Bran's timeline. Bran is the as-yet-nameless baby.]

(no subject)

[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sam has been staring at the wall in room seven for three days. She has not eaten, nor has she slept.
Although she feels her body’s increasing weariness, she refuses to give into it. Her resolve not to sleep has not broken. She has felt whispers of memories wanting to surface, but she pushes them back, refusing to see them. She doesn’t want that pain.

She just stares at the wall.]

[Summary:Sam stares, Janet worries. Janet gets Daniel. Daniel comes, Sam breaks. Janet evesdrops. Sam and Daniel go oops and Janet breaks. Sam, Daniel, and Janet hug and cry. Icecream saves the day.]

Sario meets his Saavedra again, aged 12. He agrees to be her teacher, and mentally flails. A lot.

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[there is a Sario; black jacket dusty and hair tied back and satchel over his shoulder]

[but, this time, he stops at the notice-board]

[and just stares in utter shock]

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[delia walks into the bar, her expression thoughtful and utterly at odds with the black leather bodice and short skirt]

[the lace-up boots riding up to mid-thigh don't help the image at all]

[why the clothes? No reason - just Delia being, well...Delia]

Midday at Milliways

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

millichannel marker.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace... has another adventure. Warnings for unpleasantness.)

The front door opens, and the sounds of London traffic echo from outside. A short, rumpled figure staggers through, clutching the doorframe. She looks up to ask for something... then stops, staring. A look of vague panic crosses her face and she turns to go back out, but the door slams shut behind her.

(OOC: Summary! Ace has had a rather nasty sort of afternoon, and comes back to the bar with no memory of Milliways. Wash meets her, and talks her down (probably all that experience with River). He gives her cocoa, and manages to get her to leave the door for a bit and sit at the table like a good savage. (Finished, with Wash being the uber-teddybear we all know he is) Claire meets Ace as well, and is distressed when Ace shows no signs of remembering her. She tries to logic out what could have happened, and hits pretty close to the mark, even if Ace doesn't remember a thing. (Finished, with fleeing) It's all very breaky.)

(no subject)

[mad-martin.livejournal.com]

Martin's back. He still doesn't really know what this place is. Snow White was going to tell him last time, but she got mad for some reason and stomped away - luckily before there was any smiting involved.

He's still wearing the straightjacket. He looks a bit tired. Still- he's here. As long as you're not a clown, waering a white jacket, or look obviously like an authority figure, he probably won't freak out too much if you approach him.

But that doesn't mean he'll act normal.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's sitting in a booth, looking at the words on some paper's he's supposed to be reading. So far he's spotted 'The', 'Random', 'Lawfully' and 'Cantaloupe.' The papers have acquired a lovely brown pattern of circles from the coffee mug he occasionally sets down on them.
Come bother him. He'll start talking to HIMSELF if he's left to his own devices much longer.

(no subject)

[obligatoryass]

Logan's in the bar. He hasn't seen Lilly since the disaster that was last night, when she hardly said two words to him before she closed her door in his face. She hadn't been rude, or mean, just...distant. And gone by the time he'd gotten out of bed, which probably shouldn't have surprised him.

His Magnificence had probably showed and whisked her off to enjoy the life of a royal. And she probably liked it. Dating some sort of king was no doubt better than dating the son of a psycho sell-out actor.

Logan scowled at the bar and ordered chili cheese fries and a Heineken. He got the fries, heaped high with heart attack-inducing toppings, but not the Heineken. Instead, he got an O'Doul's. "This really doesn't seem like a fair trade," he muttered, opening the bottle and taking a long drink anyway. "No, not fair at all."

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

The masked man is in the bar again. He finds he likes it there.
He also likes the wine, and the secluded corner table.

and occasionally he likes company.

Might this be one of those times?

Yes it just might.

OOM--By the Lake

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

Chase is sitting out by the lake, having gone for a quick swim. He's making an effort to eat some onion rings, and he hasn't yet given up on the notebook, though several pages look to have been torn out and thrown away.

There are some people whose company he'd especially like, but he wouldn't mind talking to anyone.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits near the observation window, listening to the guitar player and drawing.

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

The Joker announces his presence yet again with a song.

"Sound the trumpets for the princess and her fool
A joke, a jester just to make her smile
Silver bells on his hat and on his pointed shoes
Tears rolling down his cheeks
As he dances in the aisles

Watch the little funny man stand on his head
Watch the silly minstral with his empty arms spread
His life hanging by a thread

The joker’s wild
Can’t you see by his eyes
The joker’s wild
Can’t you see through his disguise
The joker’s wild about you!"

Xander not being about, he points to Iris.




Summary: Smeagol cowers under a table and kicks Joker INNA FACE for going "boo!". Joker deserved it. They then tussled and Joker broke at least one rib of Smeagol's before Ron intervened. Ron then tried to undo all Joker did in but a couple of moments ...

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Letter to Bartemius Crouch via House of Arch owl

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[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is once again engrossed in a book. This book, however, is not turning his face alarming shades of red.

Feel free to pester.

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[once_a_queen]

*Susan comes downstairs and is saddened to not see Peter about, nor any of her other siblings or their special friends at first sight.

She sits at a table and has a light supper. She used to be quite the social butterfly, but since she's been at Milliways she's been rather shy.*

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's at a booth, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate as she sits quietly reading her book. As always, the primer sits on the table nearby. She's still feeling a little pensive, but overall, she's in a better mood than yesterday. Cheerful maybe. And why not? She's almost finished reading her first novel in a language other than Aurebesh.

Feel free to interrupt her. She wouldn't mind taking a break for a chat - might get her mind off of other things too.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Ted and Andromeda Tonks]

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[turnipman.livejournal.com]

Baldrick has a small kitchen in his suite. He likes to experiment there before subjecting the patrons to anything exotic. Don’t worry: everything you eat on Mondays has been personally market-tested and approved by Baldrick.

Sometimes, however, his experiments go wrong. Sometimes he mixes the wrong ingredients, sometimes he cooks dishes in the wrong way, or for the wrong amount of time; sometimes he uses 'foods' that nature never intended for the stomach of man.

And sometimes he just screws up royally.

Lunchtime today was one of those times. He already felt a little queasy when he started cooking the specials. By the time he'd prepared the desserts and the cold starters he'd decided he definitely needed an early night. And by the time he was putting the finishing touches to the chicken cutlets, he felt like a particularly venomous strain of bacteria was holding a karaoke party throughout his entire digestive system.

For this reason, as soon as he’d prepared enough of the specials to last the night, he bolted upstairs to his bathroom, and will likely be there for quite some time.

hapy mOnday!!!

Starters:
Zurek (rye, potato, and bacon soup)
Smoked salmon, served with brown bread and slice of lemon
Pheasant pate with tomato and rocket salad

Main courses:
All-day Full English Breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hash browns, fried mushrooms, baked beans, grilled tomato)
Chicken cutlet with mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, and carrots
Woolton Pie (mixed root vegetables topped with mashed potato and cheese, served with brown gravy)

Desserts:
Ginger and date cake
Apricot tart with pistachio ice cream
Selection of fine cheeses, with bread and/or crackers

enJoy! :)

-baldrick

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[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

After stepping back through a perfectly solid door into the sordid darkness of Whitechapel, and having to snap back into sharpened form to follow after a scoundrel he had almost forgotten he'd been chasing in the first place... Well, such things were not quite on a level with Holmes' definition of a successful evening. The villain had been caught nevertheless, Lestrade as usual confounded by the entire unraveling of the mystery before him, but Holmes had wrenched an ankle trying to regain his stride in the chase. At least Watson had been exactly where Holmes had so inexplicably left him--down to the instant, in fact. Thank God for small favors.

A day trapped in the bedroom with none but his own company, and he had quite almost managed to convince himself that he'd imagined the entire thing--with the possible doubtfulness of conjuring up Roland Deschain. But just a fit of nervous exhilaration, surely. The product of physical and mental stress.

Which was why, when he had ill-temperedly stalked his way out of the bedroom at last--fully against Watson's explicit instructions, ha--and found himself stepping instead into the largely unfamiliar confines of Milliways, he made a low growl in his throat and merely continued lighting his pipe with one hand. "Blasted inconvenient sense of timing you have!" he called out at no one in particular--the universe itself, to the devil with it--and made his way toward the Bar, only faintly favoring one foot.

[Summary: Holmes meets Connor and they commiserate about the Landlord's or Bar's or whoever's sadistic sense of timing. Then they talk about justice and try to talk about turn of the century London. Next, the Joker tries unsuccessfully to ruffle Holmes, who is nevertheless sekritly so disturbed by him. Holmes and Random then talk about the pains of paperwork and Holmes' invented profession. Lastly, Nita approaches and offers to heal Holmes' strained ankle; he accepts warily, and is treated to a first physical demonstration of omg MAGIC (SLOWTIMED).]

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[kabeleced]

Reg is in a booth, sitting against the wall with his legs stretched out on the seat in front of him. He has coffee, today.

Mm, coffee.

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

Timelord in the bar. Huzzah.

Romana munches happily on a jelly baby as she looks for somewhere to sit. She's carrying several books (all of which are faded, worn TARDIS manuals) which are ridiculously heavy but she doesn't seem to notice.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting in a booth in back - the same one she's often been frequenting, of late - quietly cleaning off her sword, which is covered in dirt and bits of grass. A cup of iced coffee sits by her elbow, and tendrils of hair are stuck to her forehead. It's been hot outside, today.*

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio looks no longer miserable, and is in fact whittling, with a sharp shiny dagger, a small wooden dragon. It looks quite good: the form is coming admirably.

He has cards and dice by his elbow. Come poke him.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is in a booth, chewing on a pencil and frowning. She tried to do Sawyer's birth chart and the results are all just wrong. Of course, she was working on limited knowledge, but she knows the results would still have been pretty much the same either way.


The problem is not that the chart is innaccurate, exactly. It's that this is the chart for who Sawyer could have been, not who he is.

And that's depressing her a little.


She'd likely welcome any distraction.


[[OOC: Claire and Jack talk about love and how it can change people. Also, he answers a very important question for her. Then, she and Jaina get on one of their destiny versus choice discussions and talk until they completely swap opinions. I think.]]

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark, and handsome man wearing well-tailored dress attire, all black except the pristine white dress shirt, is leaning against the bar. He is also playing a very beautiful, but quite sad melody on a harp.

Come listen to him.

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[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

There's an Iris in the bar, laying on her back on the floor, looking up at the ceiling beside the fire. She has her eyes closed and is humming a song softly.

[Summary Fun: Iris meets Penn. She and Lysistrata hatch plans for 'Strata's escape to Milliways. The Joker decides that they are just too different...*sadness?*]

AS introduces Atreyu to ice cream and Millichange; with Guppy, he eats melon and hexes Mitzi

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a slightly purple god of magic in a chair by the fireplace, curled up almost like a cat (in a position looking almost as uncomfortable as those cats like, that is), and apparently asleep.

He's got a large Ihlini grimoire open in his lap, and the coffee in his half-full mug is cold.

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[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

Carrot is hanging about, having a one-sided conversation with Bar.

"Whatever this drink is, it's very good, you know? I appreciate your making it for me. You're an incredibly good chef, Miss Bar, you know?"

Grinning, Carrot is quiet because he realizes he's ended every other sentence with 'you know.'

"I apologize for my lack of variety. I tend to use that question a lot. Of course, is 'you know' really quite considered a question?"

Apparently Bar doesn't know either, but Carrot is satisfied.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is all up in the bar without an entrance post but with plenty going on, yo. If you need her, fear her, or are low on your what up sai quota for the day, tag her.

[Summary: Lilly talks to Mordred about mothers and Milliways and how to play quarters. She meets Miki and flusters him so hard he runs right back out the door.]

Late Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The roster had them scheduled for a later evening shift this week, and the two likely lads were only too happy to switch around and serve a whole different crowd of punters.

Hurricane glasses clink together as Indy empties the washer and refills the shelves beneath the bar. Then he sets about topping up the ice box. Mike sits on a stool, over-seeing the preparations and lazily slicing a banana into the blender for a new smoothie concoction. Such is the division of labor since Indy had upset Mel last week, and, though the role-reversal may look strange, Indy doesn't begrudge it. In fact he seems more animated than ever, if that's even possible.

"Looks like Bar has suggestions for the theme tonight," he says, pointing out a napkin as it materializes on the counter near Mike. There are notes written in a feminine, curving script, and Mike reads them, shrugs and marks up the specials according to the message:

---

LATE HAPPY HOUR!

Cocktail Specials

~ Barrier Breaker
~ Cry Baby Blues
~ Fragile Baby

---

Indy gives the board a curious look-over once the ex-turtle has chalked enough amusing doodles around the words. "Mike...?" The artist steps back to admire his work, cocking his head. "What... too many swirlies?"

Indy repeats himself, his gaze still fixed on the board. "Mike..."

The younger man looks again, absorbing the information between his sketches. And eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the goofy grin drops away. He turns slowly and for a few moments the two guys just stare at each other. Then, in unison, the incredulous questions come blurting out from each of them:

"Mel's not...? Is she?"
"Indy, you knocked Delia up?"

They both shake their heads vehemently, but there's uncertainty behind their resolute denials:

"No!"
"Nuh uh!"

Shiftily eying each other, they move to opposite ends of the bar and await orders.

"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

[Summary: Full summary in Back Room]

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[gone_byebye]

Ray spent an inordinate amount of time outside today, sitting not near the lake but near the forest. Not actually in. Just near. If the truth be told, he was watching for demon bunnies.

Sometimes you just need downtime.

Anyway, he's in the bar now, and he's got dinner- something that appears to be grain-based even though it's slablike and fried- and a small plate of raw chopmeat, which for some reason he does not touch. Also, a fat book on the Sumerian language and a clay tray, which he marks up with a stick in between mouthfuls.

And that's why you need downtime.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz comes into the bar, and finally takes the stupid pad of paper, along with a glass of tea. He sits down in a booth, but instead of writing, he's sketching something out on the paper with thick, dark lines. He's not really thinking about it, and occasionally stops to sip at the tea.

Feel free to ask him what he's drawing. Though he might not know.

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[sai_delgado]

Hot chocolate from the bar and a seat on the couch, along with a slim book in a script recognizable only to those from Mid-World, say true.

Susan Delgado seems quiet this evening, but not unhappy.

[Desire appears, bringing chocolate, and asks Susan about the gunslingers, particularly Cuthbert; Kaylee shows up and there is laughter, enchanted-broom riding, talk of flying and angels and demons, and then a turn into very serious conversation about the 'verse ending and the plan to deal with the Academy; Caspian and Susan chat for a bit, and then his son shows up-- but doesn't recognize him, for great woe, and Susan attempts to comfort and help; Green Arrow wanders by and is curious about her book, with the result that they introduce themselves and chat for a little; and finally, Cort returns to the bar and comes to talk to Susan-- in which he explains how he happens to know some things, and then asks her some rather pointed questions, after which he returns to Gilead on a pretty summer morning, which Susan witnesses through the door.]

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[creator_raven]

The door opens, and there is the sound of wings.

A large, quickly moving dark shape resolves into a tall, skinny man. He takes two quick steps forward, then catches himself. He blinks, once or twice, and cocks his head.

"I do not think this is where I intended to go. Although, perhaps it is where I am intended to be."

He shrugs. "Well, Raven is nothing if not adaptable." Dark eyes study the other patrons.

[OOC: Raven talks to Jack in the Green, with discussion of their first people, and the relative value of change. Raven also talks to Tim, is introduced to Milliways rules, and learns a tiny tiny smidgen of Tim's story.]

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's at a table, with tea and paradoxes. He's got his notebook again, but he's not writing quite as busily as he was the other night, just filling in a few gaps.

(OOC: May or may not be distracted by slowtimed threads and/or plottish things as the night goes on.)

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[mogget_cat]

*Oh, let's add to the music in the bar. There isn't enough of it by half.*

*So, there's an Yrael, at the bar, practicing chords on his shiny! new, white guitar.*

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[maxwellsdemon02]

It feels hotter outside than is usual, even by the lakeside. Which is why Duo is currently up in a tree next to the bank of a deep part of the lake. He's tying a sturdy, knotted length of rope to an overhanging branch.

He looks carefully down into the water to make sure he didn't miss any rocks. All clear. So, he strips off his t-shirt and tosses it down to land on top of his previously discarded shoes. He gets a firm grip on the rope and leaps off the branch with a delighted cry.

"CANNON-BALL!"

SPLASH.

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[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Once again, Connor had been on patrol. And once again, he'd been eager for it to end... not because it was particularly hard, but because he was curious. Curious as to whether or not, once again, he'd end up in the place called Milliways.

The answer would be provided soon enough, when he's taken there in just the same way as yesterday. As he stands in the door of the bar, he has to wonder if he'll -ever- be able to just go to sleep without interruption...

[Summary: In which Duo and Connor meet, complete with Duo snark at his vigilante name; Alanna and Connor also meet, and introduce each other to the concepts of their worlds.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy sits at the bar annotating the drawings he did of his organs whilst transparent. Nearby, Mitzi nips backwards and forwards from the other side of the room. Eventually she settles, squawks at the bar and gets a melon, which she shoves towards Guppy. He looks down at it.

"Mitzi, if you're trying to force me to eat, again, then you can forget it. There is no way I am eating that entire melon."

The flamingo scowls and pecks his hand sharply.

"Ow! Cut that out!"

A distraction would be appreciated. He really doesn't want to eat all that, but neither does he really want to be pecked to death by a flamingo the size of a pint glass in a very bad mood.

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[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom is by Bar's side after finishing his duties. They are simply quietly planning a basic no-frills wedding. That's it.*

kyle rayner makes his entrance

[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since Kyle had been on earth, and with others to protect that sector for him, Kyle had wandered out into space to patrol the other sectors -- namely the farthest one out where there was an ongoing war. Hey, no one ever said that it was easy being Green Lantern.

But still, Kyle couldn't been Green Lantern all the time. He still took some downtime every now and then when he could. He tried not to obsess over his job like others did. That could be deadly, you know.

However, when Kyle had donned his civvies to enjoy some well-earned vegging out time, he had not expected to find himself in a bar. Not that a bar was a bad idea, but it was more or less the fact that he hadn't intended to go to a bar. Unless his subconscious was telling him something and he has slept-walked or something over here.

"Huh," he said as he scratched at the back of his neck, "Krypto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Lysistrata seems to have found someone's harp, and is quietly strumming and singing in a corner of the bar. She occassionally messes up the notes or sings a bit off-key, but the tune is haunting and otherworldly, with an interweaving melody stung wih desire and longing.
Shimmering-throned immortal Aphrodite,
Daughter of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee,
Spare me, O queen, this agony and anguish,
Crush not my spirit

Whenever before thou has hearkened to me--
To my voice calling to thee in the distance,
And heeding, thou hast come, leaving thy father's
Golden dominions,

With chariot yoked to thy fleet-winged coursers,
Fluttering swift pinions over earth's darkness,
And bringing thee through the infinite, gliding
Downwards from heaven,

Then, soon they arrived and thou, blessed goddess,
With divine contenance smiling, didst ask me
What new woe had befallen me now and why,
Thus I had called the.

What in my mad heart was my greatest desire,
Who was it now that must feel my allurements,
Who was the fair one that must be persuaded,
Who wronged thee Sappho?

For if now she flees, quickly she shall follow
And if she spurns gifts, soon shall she offer them
Yea, if she knows not love, soon shall she feel it
Even reluctant.

Come then, I pray, grant me surcease from sorrow,
Drive away care, I beseech thee, O goddess
Fulfil for me what I yearn to accomplish,
Be thou my ally.

[ooc: Strata and Caspian talk. She gets jealous over Ivy, says some mean things, takes them back, then begins bawling and heads to her room, where the thread continues here.

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[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia is sitting by the lake, deeply depressed. She's been out there pretty much since the Hellfly plot ended, only going to the bar every so often for food and water, and then when there isn't anyone nearby. She misses being a wolf.*

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[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako is in on the Bar.

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[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie walked in from outside. It was getting too dark to work, even with the lights, but so far, so good. She pulled the welding mask up so she could see without that lens in front of her face, pulled off the thick leather gloves, and started to dab at her face.

Sweaty, tired, but pleased. She'd not had much of a chance to do this much hands-on dirty work in a long time. She needed a shower, but that'd wait.

"My hands aren't greasy this time, Bar. Can I get a soda without the degreaser side?"

It appeared and Bonnie grinned. "Thanks."

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is in the greenhouse, watering a white rosebush, as Chuchu idly teases a snail with a twig. It's late, and the greenhouse is brightly lit against the darkness. The door is open.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Bernard finds out.]

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[thecoolone]

Really, Bill misses the sociability of the place.

So he heads downstairs, alone, and takes a seat at the bar, ordering a pint of ale and just... watching the goings-on.




[Summary: Bill meets and flirts with Lady Ako before he he remembers the temper of his favourite quarter-Veela; catches up on Ron's latest round of woes (slowtimed); and discusses OWLs, 17-year-old Mum, and Percy's appearance at the bar with Ginny.]

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[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at a table. She has her drawing pad in hand and she is drawing.*

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[la-calice.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Utena dreams]

She comes down the stairs, and looks around the room, but appears not to see who she is looking for.

Taking a moment to gaze at the sparkling signet ring on her finger, she brushes the petals of the rose on her breast with delicate fingers and goes out into the cool of the evening.

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[the_seafarer]

He comes in from the lakeside, tired and with a smudge of dirt on his forehead where he had tried to wipe away the sweat. Tonight, he orders a darkly brown ale and takes a deep pull at it while he surveys the room, finally taking a seat by the fire and looking thoughtfully into the flames.

One slightly despondant King of Narnia inna bar.

[ooc: Summary: Caspian finally meets Lilly. He puts in several good words for Peter, and then flips out and the conversation ends as he goes off to see Rilian]

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[roseofreason.livejournal.com]

Miki stumbles through the door, dressed in fencing gear and carrying a foil. He blinks.

"This is really very inconvenient ..."

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Castle angsts in a vaguely religious manner about death, and then has a blazing row with Chase.]

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[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

He comes into the bar looking rather cheerful, nose buried in a book. He looks up long enough to safely navigate his way to the Bar without tripping over a chair again.

"Ah! Good Lady Bar, if I might get a glass of that wine Miss Kitty procured for us on my initial visit to this odd place?"

Coin is exchanged for wine, and the Knight seems to be in good spirits.

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee is stretched out on the couch, a bunch of grapes beside her. Every now and then she pops one in her mouth. The rest of the time she's poking something that looks like a data pad, or a PDA.

"That's a piece of fèiwù...that won't get you out of the Core, much less out to the border planets...and that, zhè shì shénme làn dōngxi?"

Looks like somebody is going over specifications for various ships.

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[indie-geek.livejournal.com]

Seth is sitting at the bar, sipping at a coke and singing Gracie by Ben Folds under his breath. He had a decent night of sleep, and now he's wide awake and bored. Feel free to initiate a conversation.

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[slayer_fray]

[OOM: After this, Mel leaves a note for all Security]

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is playing one-handed Watch Me at a table, chin propped on the heel of his left hand.

Every now and then he stops flipping cards and partakes of the glass of white wine beside him.

It's entirely possible he's contemplating a thing or two. Maybe something nefarious. You never know.

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[kiss-my-jazz.livejournal.com]

1900 materializes, as usual, out of everywhere and nowhere -- a quick blur in the corner of the eye of anyone paying attention, a zip of movement cumulating in the figure of a well-groomed gentleman wearing first-class dining attire. He orders a drink of soda water with lime and takes a seat at the piano. He's been taking advantage of his newfound ability to go anywhere and anywhen he pleases to broaden his musical horizons. Tonight he loosens his fingers with a bit of something classical that sounds as if a page of its music would be more black with notes than the paper's original color. Sufficiently warmed up, he launches into a rendition of a song that has caught his fancy on a recent expedition. It's probably recognizable to anyone from the proper time as "Somewhere Only We Know" by the British group Keane. The lyrics clearly captivate him: he doesn't sing them aloud, but he recites them silently and with intense emotion.

I walked across an empty land.
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.
I felt the earth beneath my feet,
Sat by the river and it made me complete.

I came across a fallen tree,
I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in.
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything,
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know...?

[Mun is feeling more distractible than usual tonight and may be slow to reply. Feel free to ping "M Taxidea taxus" on AIM for tagging.]