[ the departure of young wally west ]

[fast-as-flash.livejournal.com]

Wally is nervous. He's speeding around the bar, at such a speed where he can't be seen; he fizzes back into view every so often, as he stops and glances nervously at the door.

He'll be able to step through it soon, really. He just needs to gather the courage.

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[steadfastknight]

Kitt came downstairs, followed closely by his technician, both of them smiling and talking - it'd been a success, as far as either of them could tell.

"But do we have any results on MBS temperature?" Kitt asked.

"'Fraid not - or at least not yet. But don't put any money either way."

"...Of course not. This isn't half as predictable as Blackjack."

Twins, stargazing and angsting.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Insomniac in the bar.

At least, for as long as it takes to head down from the rooms and outside.

Then it's a case of insomniac out at the stone wall - stretched out on the top of it and looking up at the stars.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Picnic near the lake. Millitimed to Friday night, and currently in slowtime.]

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Another dream. In the second future, Behrooz begins to break. Warning for some violence.]

(no subject)

[indie-geek.livejournal.com]

Ernie's in the bar, playing with his new guitar that he acquired from the bar.

Finally, something to do besides drink hot chocolate.

But feel free to come over and converse.

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[last_adam]

*Adam's back in the bar. Still there, actually, from lunch. But now he's got cider instead of coffee, and is nibbling on some after-dinner desert instead of his lunch. He's got a happy, peaceful look about him.*

Summary: Adam and Raven talk about Adam's powers, and how to possibly get rid of built-up... tension. They make plans to work on this. Meg and Adam talk about... books. and empty ice boxes. and throwing chamber pots on people's heads.

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[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Chris gets closer to Jack (aka, The Guy Who Killed Her Father). Slowtimed with a 90% chance of smut.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a Darkened Booth, somewhere in a corner. Waitrats are bringing covered dishes, and a bottle of wine, under the direction of Doctor Lecter, while Kiki-Lyn is bringing Gil.

Somebody is already sitting in the booth, in the shadows.

A sterling candelabra lights a white tablecloth, and on the bench of the booth, there is a cushion, oddly half-moon shaped, as if leaving space for a little faun tail.

[[OOC: This thread will be slowtimed soon, as both muns must sleep. Midnights's not a time, it's a place, but we've both of us long driven through it.]]

Breakfast at Milliways - millichannel Marker

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[ooc: happy father's day, for those that applies to (country-wise)]

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[steadfastknight]

[Thread: In which there are 110 comments of almost pure woe that was really intended to be amusing. But, par normal, that rather... fails. Spectacularly. The topic goes from Kitt's being rather drunk to his opinion on the possibility of Ecto's sentience (which he is rather glad that Ecto is from a different reality and the other side of the nation because, to Kitt, he and Karr are supposed to be two of a kind, and that's all), and then on to why Kitt feels that way. This is the beginning of the downslide. He decides, in his drunken state, that because he isn't as human as his brother, that it's a flaw. The why is simple: he can't give what people seem to want. This hinges on old discussions and part-arguments with PeeJee that were never easily let go of. From there the conversation drifts to Kitt's conclusion that PeeJee has left and won't be coming back, and that he never should have let the relationship develop. Things only get worse from there. Kitt spirals into a depression borne of leapt-to conclusions and his system integrity plummets - which, in human form, takes place as a stabbing headache. Only through concentration and focus does Kitt pull out of it. Michael gives him a bit more comfort, a bit more assurance, and then Kitt decides it's better he lay down. So, escorted back to room 82, Kitt and Michael decide that sooner is better, in terms of their getting back to vacation.]

Bonnie and Karr had gone upstairs. That left Kitt with a daiquiri.

The daiquiri was to its dregs.

The bar had provided a second.

That one was halfway gone.

Any other person would've been barely tipsy. Any other person wasn't Kitt.

Kitt knew better than to drink that much. Or he had before he was two-thirds through the first one. Now he was just smiling.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben slowly made his way in through the door and sat down on the floor, before the fire.

Note for Ray

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

Kitt had explained the procedure for leaving notes with Bar, and before he and a slightly hungover Kitt made for the door (laden with suitcases and a hangover potion, naturally), he left ( a message for Ray. )

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Millitimed to the wee hours of this morning, Faith visits Crowley's grave.)

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[un_fallen]

[OOM: Raguel comes to a decision. (Millitimed to post-Crowley incident.)]

OOM: The Lake

[lvpd_sidle]

It's another hot day--not as hot as it would be in Nevada, but hot enough to warrant swimming.

Sara is stretched out in the shallows, enjoying the coolness of the water. If she looks amused, it is due to a favor she did for Grissom yesterday.

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[mogget_cat]

*Looking far more rested, Yrael comes into the bar from the back corridor and gets a glass of milk from the bar. Sipping it, he wanders over to the lake door and goes out to find a rock to sun himself on.*

*Ooh, that one close to the shore looks comfortable.*

*And it is.*

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Not exactly by the lake, but in a good open area, the jedi is practicing, helped by two training remotes. Both defending against the stun blasters, attacking the incoming bolts, and deflecting them back at the remotes.

Impressive, but its just basic warm-up...

(mun has to go. but will catch up later)

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[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris comes downstairs in a pale cotton dress, barefoot. She orders a cup of tea at the bar and retrives a book, then settles into a squashy armchair by the fire. She opens the book on ancient runes and sips her tea as she carefully reads the pages, illusions of the symbols appear every so often as she practices. Come and sit, she'd like that.

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[sai_delgado]

Susan comes in through the lake door and goes up to one end of the bar, smiling.

Shortly afterwards, she's settled on the couch by the fireplace with white tea and an orange, and a little bit of bread and cheese-- and looks content.

[Susan and Kitty talk about their respective worlds' view of mutations, then go for a walk in the air, and finally discuss Derry and discover something they have in common; Susan has a brief conversation with Anthy about horses and riding; and Desire shares fruit, and they talk about children-- Derry and Meg and children in general. It's possibly worth noting that Desire seems fairly interested in this conversation... (slowtimed).]

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark and handsome man wearing an immaculate and well-tailored black suit is sitting in on a couch reading a book of poetry. The works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge for the curious. A harp sits nearby.

Have at him.

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[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't?
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Tush! Tush! Fear little boys with bugs.


[first OOC: The Triplet re-enter Milliways and promptly meet up with George Mason. They have his shoelaces. You will all fear.] [Second ooc: This entry was brought to you by the letters O, M, and G. And the webpage. The last sentence comes from The Taming of the Shrew.]

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Bigby ducks into the bar, coming in from stretching his legs outside.*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard is at a table, near the door.

Not the usual table.

He's reading the Prophet, trying to seem as if he's not on edge.

Sunny's down for her nap.

He waits.*

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[iopenthings]

Tom and Door come in from the House of Arch, hand in hand and smiling. It's a beautiful day, London Below is calm, and they are young and in love.

Beware the deadly waves of cute.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is sitting at the bar with a few bar-procured lists in hand.

Also, coffee, and the remnants of a very large breakfast. (French toast.)

It's a quiet Sunday; Roland watches the lazy movements of his fellow patrons and, from time to time, makes notes on the lists.

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[apwb-d.livejournal.com]

OOM: Attack on Hogsmeade

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

[OOM: Millitimed to Wednesday night. Chase and Kim celebrate their last night together with smut that is both angsty and schmoopy at the same time. Still in progress.]

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[apwb-d.livejournal.com]

*An owl appears with a pop. It flies over to Bernard's table.*

The letter reads:

Mr. Wrangle - attack on Hogsmeade. Nymphadora Tonks has not been accounted for. Will keep you informed. - Albus Dumbledore

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[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, sipping a mug of tea, and scrawling something in a small book.

Feel free to interrupt.

Castle has a troubling conversation with a too-perceptive Grissom.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Having spent all of yesterday in his room angsting over his latent homosexuality, Castle is hungry and bored and does not feel like spending any more time upstairs hiding from Teh Gay.

So he's down in the Bar. Eating a burger, drinking beer and convincing himself that he's heterosexual.

Anyone want to dissuade him of that notion chat with him?

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[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow comes downstairs and walks to her stool at the bar. Her hair is messy as she has just woken up and yes she has joined the fad she has an iPod with her. She orders a glass of apple juice and 'hops' up onto said stool. Sipping at the juice she looks around at the others in the bar.

Come talk?

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. There's a Bohemian in the bar. He's sitting at a table, scribbling at a, well, frankly, it's a napkin. It would seem that someone noticed his tab this morning. Whoops? Come and bug him!

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is there, watching it all with sad eyes. His arms are crossed and he is floating just a couple of inches off the floor. He wants to go over and help hid boss, comfort him... But he's got more people over there then he needs. And Tim is mentally cursing himself, he should have warned them, should have said something to Tonks, should have done SOMETHING! Admitted his guilt. A tear leaks down his cheek as he watches the the door, not wanting to know, but needing to.*

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[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Dianne manuevers awkwardly through the door, arms full of grocery sacks.

"Auntie, I'm h - oh." She blinks at her surroundings, then smiles. "Oh!" She sets down a sack long enough to check that she can still open the door, and smiles harder when she finds that she can. Fantastic.

She picks the sack back up and then heads for the Bar, where she takes a seat. She really should try to go home, but she doubts that merely leaving and coming back through would necessarily work. Plus, there's nothing in the bags that will spoil any time soon.

She puts what little money she has on her on the Bar and watches it disappear, pleased that she's made at least a small start on her tab. Then she orders a drink and turns to look around. It's been quite a while, at least at home, and she wonders if any of the people she knows will still be here.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

At some unspecified point in time today, the following note was left at the bar for the following people:

( To Roland Deschain, Susan Delgado, Eddie and Susannah Dean, Jake Chambers, Ted Brautigan, Bernard Wrangle, Nymphadora Tonks, Faith, Ace Hunter, Meg Giry, Svava, Kaylee, Wash, and Gavroche Thenardier: )

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is lying outside, enjoying the last of the sunlight. It seems her experiment the other day begged further study.

Why is Ace sleeping in the sun?

Because her mun is knackered and can't summon the mental energy to figure out what the heck's going on in the bar

Because it's nice. After a week of stress, this is just perfect.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti saunters in from staff quarters, looking pleased as brightly purple punch.

He pins a folded note to the message board, enchanted to be noticed and read only by those people mentioned on the outside.

( To Doctor Lecter, Bartleby, Charlie, Claire, Iris of Xanth, Guppy, Hagrid, Baldrick, Wolf, Virginia, Eska, Blais of Erinn, David Talbot, Kitt, Karr, Bonnie, Michael, Green!Jack, Sara, Gil Grissom, Barry, Ray, Nick Knight, Alex of Tirragen, Garion, Richard, Armand, Atreyu, Mike, Indy, Cynric, Melaka Fray, Yamino, Echo, Utena, Loki the Angel, Penny Lane, Serena )

That done, Asar-Suti walks over to the bar, still looking positively bouncy, and gets himself a large glass of iced coffee, the variety with a bit of chocolate ice cream in that he used to reconcile Atreyu with the concept of coffee.

With that and his huge 'Sherlock Holmes' omnibus, he wanders outside and sits on a chair under a parasol, feet on the table, rocking on the hind legs of the chair, and reads.

Ahhh, summer. This is his first summer ever since he can remember; there were no such measly things as seasons in the Caverns underneath the Fortress of Valgaard.

So, he probably needs being disturbed and told what else summer can be about.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri sits at a booth, dipping her finger into her drink, swirling it around. She stares off into space, thinking about everything, and nothing all at once.

While she looks like she wants to be alone, bothering her will not be a problem.

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[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Sheila returns from her walk outside which went apparently for a few days since her mun went for a very very long walk and ended up bringing Sheila with her, apparently, looking like ... well, okay, like Sheila, but with a little bit more mud.

No.

A lotta-bit more mud.

And even messier hair than usual.

She does not have good luck with travelling. Practically collapsing into a booth, she curls up in a ball of pure exhaustion.

Emulating real life.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

As I stood upon the alter in the
company of angels, I
Believed for us a planet, in a
dream I sang us home,
And the prison-world was altered by a
promise of an Eden
Once betrayed by mother Eva, once by
Adam made to mourn.


This is the sound of the angst level in the bar shooting up suddenly. Yup.... Gorlim's here.


It's an all-condemning virtue that we
lay our spirits down for,
It's an unexpected rebel, ina-
propriate and free
On an alter made for sinners to be
riven by deliv'rance,
It stood up, announcing proudly
other loves were meant to be.


For the time being, it's only his mere PRESENCE causing the angst meter to go through the roof. He has not yet begun to angst. He's not even drinking. Impressed? You should be. For now, he's just here writing weird poetry with a pot of tea and a Bible.

You might not want to ask about the Bible.


[Open to all -- but Gorlim would like to talk to Aziraphael if he's around. Will be on slowtime until later this evening (another three or four hours at least before I'll be able to get on AIM and stugff)]

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[prydeful]

Edmund's in the room, and Kitty's looking more relaxed than most anyone's probably seen her in the past month, at least when she comes downstairs.

Vacation does a body good.

The result is that she's almost smiling, if not quite, when she flops onto a couch and just watches the bar.

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[milliways_sawyer]

There's a Sawyer napping in his booth. Don't he look angelic?

[OOC: It is decided that two Claires are better than one (BEST. GIRLFRIEND. EVER.), and Boone and Sawyer have as close to a friendly conversation as they've ever had.]

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[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

Post-Hogsmeade

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Covering her mouth as she yawns, Jaina slowly walks over to the bar from upstairs. Her hair's tied back in a messy braid, and her jumpsuit and face are covered with smudges of dirt and grease. Another yawn escapes, and she orders a caf from the bar.

Someone still hasn't made time to sleep since coming back with the simulators Friday evening, the only exception being a couple of Jedi meditations scattered through out the past couple of days. Maybe a little food might be a good idea too, even if she really just wants to get back to work on the sims. It's better than thinking about other things, anyway.


[summary: Jaina and Inyri talk about the simulators and Wes. Bonzo comes by to see how the fixing the sims is going.]

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[ss-potions.livejournal.com]

The front door swings open, and the dank halls of the Hogwarts dungeons loom beyond.

Severus Snape steps through, face set.

He's looking for certain people.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm stands quietly some distance away, watching all the confusion. He has no clue what's happening, but it's obviously important, so he's watching quietly and hoping it all makes sense at some point.

He wishes he had worked harder these last few days. Made even more of an effort to get to know people. There must be a way for him to help, but he doesn't even know whom to ask.

Then again, he's not a surgeon nor a paramedic. And, unfortunately, sometimes the work of a psychiatrist can only begin after the damage is done.

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[someonesdog]

Angua is siting at the beer, nrusing a pint of beer. She's bored mostly, as there doens't appear to be much to do in a bar all day.

She'd love a distraction from the boredom.

PeeJee leaves a long message for Kitt.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

There's a familiar face to some, a look of relief crossing it as the door finally opens onto Milliways instead of her closet.

PeeJee, however, does not stop to say hello to anyone, she just heads upstairs, an empty duffel bag in one hand, her journal in the other.

( Upstairs... )

When PeeJee comes back down the stairs, her duffel bag is full, and she is no longer carrying her journal.

She doesn't stop on her way out the door, either. It's not time yet.

She'll be back. Later.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Dr. Venkman had been meditating out by the lake, going over recent events in his head. No shiny gold uniform today. His outfit was much subdued in a t-shirt and loose fitting drawstring pants with sneakers.

Finally he decided to stop back in the Bar in case Ray or Michelle were around.

((OOC: Replies slowtimed due to sporadic online connection, and mun needing to get up early tommorrow [6:30am, ugh].))

((OOC Summary, both Millitimed to Sunday night: Peter and Ray speak about Venkman's meeting with Kitty, and Master Windu.

Peter and Michelle also speak about Michelle's resolution with Tony, and Venkman's relationship difficulties.))

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[noattachments]

Kate sits at a booth in the back, eating a salad as she watches the people around her. She's been here for a day or so now, still trying to make sense of this place.

(summary: Kate meets Inyri and the two of them briefly talk about Star Wars. Boone sees Kate and stops over to ask when she arrived, leading to a comparison of Sawyer to boars. Shannon also recognizes Kate and questions her about Milliways.]

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

( OOM:Asgard )

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[mogget_cat]

*The good night's sleep and the catnap in the sunshine today did Yrael a world (or two) of good. He comes in from the lake area and gets a glass of cold milk and heads to his favorite spot on the couch by the fireplace.*

*His hands flash as drawn Charter Marks burn in the air before fading. Yrael begins making a small pile of silver bullets, laying them on the sidetable as each are finished.*

Out of Milliways: Babysitting

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Two men, a slayer, and a baby... )

( Patio aeroplanes... )

[Summary: Mike, Indy and Mel try to get to grips with the mysteries of Endless child care, or just child care in general really. Mel doesn't seem like her usual snarky self, so Indy clears out to let the ex-turtle and slayer talk. He takes Derry to the patio, where poor Alanna is bemused. But she soon buys into the zoomy aeroplane cuteness as she gets her first real hands-on experience with a baby.]

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom is reeling. Bill and Tonks, both taken... The professor from Hogwarts has something to do with it, he knows, but the man was not forthcoming.

If Tom is this upset, then he can't imagine how Bernard feels.

Something has to be done.

He pulls Door to a bench to speak with her in private.*

I have to talk with you.

*But before he can say a word, he pulls her into an embrace. He hugs her tightly and doesn't let go.*

OOC: Tom and Door only, please

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There once was an Archie
He sat in a bar
Reading a book
Of tales from near and far.

Of Doom past or present,
He's nary a care.
Of Doom in is future,
He's blissfully unaware.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

( Letter to Aziraphael )

( Letter to Ted and Andromeda Tonks )

( Letter to Albus Dumbledore )

Svava gets the call for Ragnarok, and Leaves. (Summary to be posted in Back Room)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

There's a Valkyrie coming down the stairs, for the last time.

And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

She has her armor on, blade strapped and ready. The only things with her that she did not arrive with are a locket, rune inscribed, and a dream crystal, ribbon tied. With a panicked glance around the room, and a key in hand, Svava runs over to the Bar.
O, hark, O, hear! How thin and clear,
A shaking hand sets down both the key and a cloak clasp. There's a pause after a whispered request. And then a "please". The key disappears, and the black and white feathered cloak appears under the clasp. Svava picks it up, the cloak unfolding.
And thinner, clearer, father going!
She puts it on.
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
Cloak, blade, helm, memories and wishes and blessings from friends. Out the door? The End.
The horns of Asgard faintly blowing!
She stifles a scream in her throat as she turns around to look over the bar, hands white knuckled on the counter top behind her.


"Það er nú."

"... Today."

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

From outside by the lake sounds a triumphant WARK!!!

A few minutes later, Squall rides into the bar, looking resplendant and dignified astride what might appear to most of the patrons to be a six-foot yellow chicken.

He dismounts and gives it a pat before sidling up to the Bar to request first aid for a bloody nose. The chocobo recognizes a food source when it sees one and follows him, making a few soft and curious clucking noises at the Bar. A plate of greens appear in front of it and it warks happily again and fluffs itself before devouring them.

The chocobo has food, Squall has tissues. All appears to be well for the moment.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes downstairs for the first time in a couple days oblivious to all recent woe and doom. She's wearing a boy's shirt that's almost longer than her pyjama shorts, smiling, and looking around for friends as she heads to the bar.

Behrooz meets Rouchefort. And there's conversation about a lot of things.

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, staring at a glass of tea, now a whole lot less sure about venturing back into his world. Images from his dream are playing through his mind - he begins to wonder if he's already becoming like them, like his parents, and if that's the case, if it's safe for him to go back out at all.

If you're someone he knows from CTU, he may be the tiniest bit bitter at the moment. Otherwise he's perfectly friendly, though he might lie to you. Because the truth hasn't done much for him lately.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is back in the bar, sitting at a table, with a plate of cookies, and some milk.

He is also fiddling with what look like the makings of a Jacob's Ladder.

Bother at will.

[Raven meets Ben Hawkins, and they talk about themselves; he heals Random's ribs, and offers comfort and aid; and meets the triplets, with much potential tricking and the eating of eyeballs. Oberon of Faerie watches Raven, and gets a surprise.]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy sits at the bar, drinking a pint and annotating the drawings he drew of his organs whilst transparent.
Mitzi the mini-flamingo is trying to tie his shoelaces together without him noticing.

(no subject)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

After several days and nights hiding out in his room, rarely letting his brother out of his sight, Connor wanders down to the bar in search of food.

If he looks tired, it's because he's not sleeping well. Nightmares, yo. If he looks like he just rolled out of bed, it's because he...just rolled out of bed.

He has showered recently, so he doesn't smell as bad as he looks.

Feel free to approach. With caution, perhaps. He's a time bomb ready to explode.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy's down in the bar.

Not in his usual booth, though.

Tonight, he's slumped in an armchair near the fireplace, watching a couple in conversation and trying not to be spotted by them.

Feel free to ask him why.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie, oblivious to DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, sits at the piano with his notebook and a pen, working on a song.

(no subject)

[ruddy-normal.livejournal.com]

Just weeks after his last, rather embarrassing attempt to find a nice lady, Vernon's come back down to the Bar with an intent to do more than sit in a distant booth with a drink.

So, Vernon at the bar, ready to harrass seduce talk to women.

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris pads downstairs, barefoot with her book of runes and flying-hops onto the couch. She giggles girlishly and sinks into the squashy pillows to read.

(no subject)

[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

*It's storming in Gilead.

This is why Cort comes in dripping.

He goes to the bar and requests very hot tea and a towel.*

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*The doors burst open and the sound of screaming can be heard from the street outside. The smell of smoke filters in and Angelina herself bursts into the bar. She slams the door shut behind her, and backs away from it, her wand drawn in front of her. She is covered in dust and she is bleeding from a hundred small cuts covering her bare arms and legs. The left side of her face is covered in blood.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val is, in fact, not in the bar. She is back in the lake. Yes, you heard that right. She is in the lake, floating idly on her back on the raft. She's looking up at the stars, every so often talking to herself and pointing at them. If you yell at her, she might actually come over and talk.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray slips into the bar via the front door, whistling cheerfully to himself. It's been a good day. And no Sumerian so far! Yay!

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

[Upstairs: Room 32--Sara contemplates more thoughts of family and guilt.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes in from the staff wing, with the usual automatic glance around the room -- always con your vantage, they learned from early boyhood in Cort's rasping voice, and also just to see who's around tonight. He makes his way towards the bar for coffee and dinner.

[OOC summary: Alain meets Cort in-bar for the first time. Gruffness, although less than one might expect, and then quizzing about Roland's future. Alain and Faith talk about birthdays, weapons, and vampires, and agree not to attempt to kill each other.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He's been in bar all night. Just drifting, listening to various conversations, catching up. Now he's grounded once more, seated at his usual table. And heres the weird bit. Instead of the usual magical apparatus, Tim has a collection of guns on the table in front of him. Theres a sniper rifle on the far edge, a dissasembeled pistol to one side, and what seems to be some form of laser gun to the other side. He got them all from the bar, those, and the half dozen other ones he's got stacked on the table. Right. For some reason he seems to think he needs to know about them. And in his hands is one wicked looking combat shotgun. Tims preparing for some reason.*

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[not_that_spike]

On Venus:

( touring the aviary )
( on Lake Orion )
( in the Venusian open-air market )

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, her hair pulled back from her face - she's been training.

She makes a beeline for Bar, ordering food and water. The note from Cuthbert gets a surprised look that turns briefly into one of panic before settling into an almost smug smile, and she's whistling softly when she heads for a booth.

Fear that whistle, Alain, for it spells your doom.

...except not really.

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[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

Sometime in the middle of the night, an eagle owl comes into the bar, and drops a letter and a small brown-paper-wrapped package on the bar, rather haughtily. It takes one look around and then flies away. The letter is absorbed into the bar for later.

( To the red-haired head Barman )

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is downstairs to grab a quick bite to eat: that involves a glass of water, a hamburger and some fries. He looks tired but happy nonetheless as he takes a seat at a table, wiping his eyes. Come say hello!

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[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Miniature centaur in the bar.

Don't worry, your pants are safe. Unless you're Puck.

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[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Deftly dodging a pencil and donning an iCon, the rather clumsy nobility that is Sheila stumbles into another booth.

Did that say 'deftly'? 'Deftly' is not accurate. More like awkwardly.

She missed that it was in fact Gorlim who threw it. Because flying objects tend not to be the safest things in the entire world, anyhow ...

... dodging the pencil not-so-deftly, however, she did hit her head on the side of the booth. Clumsy creature.

[ This short summary cannot do the amazingness justice, but: Sheila eats cookies and talks time with Raven. Sheila meets Brian Gamble, and upsettingly talks death and being Bound. And the kicker ... Ash apologizes to Sheila, and she forgives him and acts just a bit motherly. Many mun-induced innuendo. Still in progress. ]

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[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

And the number of Shannons in the bar has just gone up by one. This one has a salad and a fresh pedicure, though not necessarily a pedicured salad.


[ooc: Slowtime all 'round.]

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's stretched out on one of the couches by the fireplace, but he's not asleep this time. Just contemplating the many mysteries of the ceiling.

(Summary so far: Angel's in a bit of a funk, for a change; waiting for the other shoe to drop does not mean looking forward to said. He talks to Charlie about that, and about Collins.)

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[river_meimei]

The door opens, and River steps through. Simon's on her heels, looking at her with mostly-concealed worry.

She heads straight for the lake door.

[OOM summary: River and Simon visit Crowley's grave.]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow's out by the lake with the twins, listening to the iPod and watching them run or gust around. She's somehow missed all the chaos so far*

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[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Patrol wasn't so successful today, if the prominent bandage on Connor's arm is any indication. He has a new reason to be glad to see the bar: it offers sufficient distraction from things he doesn't really want to think about right now. Or so the theory goes: in reality, all he's doing is staring at the book in front of him and ignoring his tea, as he thinks -too much- about certain things back home.

Oh well. At least he tried. Human interaction might be more successful in distracting him... help him out?

[Summary: Connor is stupid inna bar. Duo is properly scoldish to said stupidity, and fixes Connor's battle wound; Kyle distracts him, and they make a deal to try to test the boundaries of the bar's door.]

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[gonna_live]

[Out of Milliways: The following people have a dream tonight:

Malcolm Reynolds, Zoe Warren, Hoban Washburne, Jayne Cobb, Inara Serra, River Tam, Simon Tam, Shepherd Book, and Kaylee Frye.

For the summarizer: Breaky, and plotty -- the FF crew have a prophetic dream about the Beams, and what will happen if they don't choose to throw in their lot with the gunslingers.]

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Tonks and Bill in captivity]

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[blue_ajah]

[OOM: While this happens elsewhere-- in the Dreaming, Moiraine has an encounter with Destiny.]