(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is curled up in an armchair near the fireplace. Every now and then he glances around the room to see what's going on, then settles back. It's a lazy night. Not to say he wouldn't mind company.

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is lounging on a couch near the fireplace, not doing much but drinking some coffee.

(no subject)

[highkingoberon]

Oberon stands in the woods beyond the lake, the lights of Milliways reflecting in his cat-green eyes. He is deep in thought, and shadows reflect his mood. They swirl around his figure in an agitated fashion, dim shapes forming and collapsing.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Chris says goodbye to Jack.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is in the bar. White tea, stew and bread, armchair. Tobacco pouch -- the new one, Lilly's present -- but he's not smoking right now.

[OOC summary: Lilly and Alain, as has become their habit, veer from light-hearted (raven!Lilly) to very serious (Lilly moving on to the afterlife) and right back (karaoke and dancing in Gilead).]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's on her knees in the greenhouse, patting soil down around the roots of a new rosebush.

It hasn't bloomed yet, but when it does, the roses will be pale gold, like a sunrise. The color of Svava's hair.

The door to the greenhouse has been left open, and light spills through the doorway.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Once upon a December in Milliways, Roland woke up with a small crystal globe in his hand. The Christmas gift of the Dream-lord, to all residents.

It's sitting close by his hand tonight as he smokes with a few scattered letters and papers in front of him.

Roland is reminiscing.

One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

[OOM: What would -you- do for 100 trick arrows? ( Millitimed to before this. ) ]

OOM

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

After Kitt left Milliways Wednesday, he and Michael talked.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River sits at a table, ankles hooked around the legs of her chair, drawing carefully.

Next to her, Kaylee is poring with great interest over an issue of Cosmopolitan, dated April 2004.

[OOC summary: Roland and River discuss Cort (with no breakage) and hypnotizing River (with lots and lots of breakage) while Kaylee is, uh, off somewhere. Kaylee is unnerved by Anthy, particularly after the conversation turns to River + sharp weaponry.]

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Stephanie's in the rafters again - she really does feel more at home up there, although this time she's not avoiding any Doom, or making any particular effort to hide. She's just sitting and drinking coffee, which the Bar thoughtfully provided in a cup with a lid. Useful, those things, when you're as prone to random acrobatic manoeuvres as Steph is.

So. Coffee. Stephanie. And a happy, lazy sort of feeling. It's all good, really.

[Summarised, for great ... summarisation? Mace Windu stops by and offers to train Steph in Jedi fighting styles, which makes her squee a lot. Currently in slowtime.
Dick greets her with trick arrows, and because Steph and Dick are cracky like that, they carry out an evil plot against Connor Hawke, and Steph finds herself under the amused-but-posessive eye of Kyle Rayner. Currently in slowtime.
And then there is the DOOM. She jumps down to confront Kon about a certain remark, and discovers something she really didn't want to, and there is doom and Tim arrives and there is tension and breakage and lots of fun stuff like that. And ... slowtime.]

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

There was a Woobie inna bar, sitting at the bar, specifically, with a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a glass of juice. His hair was damp from his shower, swaying in front of his eyes in thick shocks when he bent down to take a bite.

The people who knew him might have noted a particular air of tenseness about his posture and demeanor. There were several reasons for that, all of them becoming increasingly troubling.

Nevertheless, his was, as always, a polite and amiable sort of fellow, and anyone was welcome to make conversation.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray stayed at Milliways last night. Now he's down for breakfast. And on foot, too, rather than on baking sheet.

At least he no longer smells of beer and fire-suppressant foam, although he does seem to have worked up something not unlike a wristlet made of duct tape.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres is in the bar.
He is wearing a sign that still says,
I broke Am The rules Walrus
He is still cleaning.
He is also still now looking rather smiling. morose.
Will wonders never cease?

(no subject)

[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Foaly is in the bar.

He's making hats.

Out of tinfoil.

He can't remember if Oberon can read minds, but it never hurts to Take Precautions.

(no subject)

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

*And there's the mother of a bomber in the bar.

Completely oblivious to the last week's woe.

Yay?*

Nina tries, and fails, to have a conversation with Erin Driscoll

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

Erin is here on her lunch break. Her mun is currently going through playing-favorite-pup withdrawal. She is eating a salad at the bar.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

(OOM: Mel reflects on forgiveness)

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was in a swimsuit and a sarong, knotted against one hip. She was also wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat. Besides that she was still wearing her bangles and was currently stretched out on a blanket near the edge of the lake. She'd gotten another sack lunch from bar, and was about halfway through Silent Bob Speaks, which she was using for light reading, as she needed something that wouldn't drag her kicking and screaming out of the good mood she'd been in for the past few days.

(Mun is on lunchbreak at work for another half hour or so, then spotty avaliablity until she's home again at about 6ish Pacific)

(no subject)

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*the Lady sits at the bar, slowly stirring a cup of green tea.

It's been a while since she's been here and no time at all, too.

She's smiling, faintly*





[ooc: mun is packing, so apologies if responses are slightly slow]

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Humming to herself, Shelley comes downstairs. She had knocked on Mouse's door to say goodbye, but he was either asleep or not there, so she leaves a note for him with the bar.

( Note for Mouse )

She has her crutch with her again, although she doesn't need it - and she's hoping no one will question how quickly she recovered...

Feel free to grab her before she goes out the door, though, she won't mind.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is in the bar with a lump of wood and a small knife, idly carving it into an as-yet-undetermined shape.

He's kind of bored. Come and talk to him.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael is conflicted

Michael. Brooding. Thinking, and with clear signs of strain on his face.

He hasn't been sleeping so well for the last while. Planning and worry about what he and Max are going to do - and also fear - lead to insomnia and bad dreams when he does sleep.

He needs to talk to Stephanie. Wants to talk to Max. But anyone else would be welcome too.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is perched on a barstool, fiddling with the inner workins of one of her timers.

Bloody thing's always two or three seconds short. That's no good.

She might be resorting to curses not generally heard on Earth.

There's a mug of cocoa, pushed out of the way, cooling all by its lonesome.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

The front door opened and a pair of bright blue eyes peered through warily a moment. The coast, it would seem, was relatively clear, and so the door was pushed fully open, revealing a much more confident April O'Neil than had left the place. She strode purposefully over to the bar and extracted a key from her pocket, placing it on the top.

"Thank you very much, but I'm not going to be needing that room anymore, so you can give it to someone else," April told Bar, patting her gently. She waited a moment, and drummed her fingertips across the polished surface when the key didn't disappear. "Really. Cross my heart. No need to keep it, I swear." The key remained, and April sighed.

"Can I at least pay my tab?" She blinked up at the board behind Bar, squinting at her name. "Can I at least get a total?" The zero didn't change.

"You are really not making this easy on me," April remarked, although it wasn't with any malice. Rather a sort of feminine understanding.

Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'm still leaving.

She had her airplane ticket and everything. Booked for the following morning. Better say hi now.


[Not-quite-summary: April meets: Raven (Adorable), Holmes (Pompous) and Death (*flail*). There's also a space in here somewhere reserved for Xander (Cutie). I'll likely be slowtiming this post through tonight and tomorrow, so please, FEEL FREE TO JUMP IN if you want to. I don't know when she'll be back in the bar again. Could be a few days, could be a few weeks.]

Ghostbuster On the Roof

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

After this, Peter's on the roof, sitting, newly freed, and staring at a line in the back of a book.

"The author lives in New York City, with his wife, Dana, and their two children, Oscar, and Margaret Sophia."

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is humming under her breath while prepping some new slides.

Feel free to ask her what she's doing. She's not likely to throw something at your head.

(no subject)

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

Curled up on the couch in the corner of the bar is Nefret, stroking Horus and looking at ... pictures?

Somehow, one of Nefret's old and creased photo albums ended up in her room. She's not sure how, or who to thank, though it's default to Bar. Even if Bar had nothing at all to do with it.

And she's running a finger along the pages. So many faces. Faces she remembers, faces she misses, and, falling on the page with images of David and Lia's wedding, faces she just plain needs.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer heads downstairs in search of some food. (See, Claire? He does eat.) He goes to the bar and orders fried chicken and mashed potatoes... and gets a letter and a room key. He reads through the note once and pockets it along with the key before starting on his food.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((Out of Milliways: Atton is tortured and subsequently dies. Be warned for torture, death, walking corpses, grinning, sap, painful laughing, sound files and general not-very-nice-ness.))

Sunlight.

Wait, no, that can't be right. He was inside, in a room with no windows, on a planet where you can't see the sun.

He squints before ascertaining that it is, in fact, sunlight. He looks at himself and sees, to his shock, two arms and two legs. The arm and the leg he had had cut off are back on him, with absolutely no bruising or cuts. From his near perfect vision, he's guessing the eye he lost is also back.

Unfortunately, every single possible part of the rest of his body is covered with a variety of bruises, cuts and burns. He looks awful, and he feels worse, but none the less he is smiling.

He looks around, realising he's out by the lake, surrounded by long grass.

Feel free to bother him, he could do with some company/someone to help him walk.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Well, Peter decided to come back into the Bar.
(ooc: also since mun's connection's holding up still, yay!)

So now there's a mug of coffee quickly cooling by him, and he's still staring at that book.

The guy really needs a distraction.

(no subject)

[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow is sitting in a booth.

Marrow is in blue jeans and a halter top.

Marrow has fallen into a light doze, come wake her up!

((Mun is hopping off for awhile now. She needs to shower as she has been working at a daycare all day and feels as if she has icky child all over her. She will be back later this evening...))

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Sorceress onna cannibal inna chair.

[Summary: Gil kindly brings tea, and comforts Iris.]

(no subject)

[thank-youkindly.livejournal.com]

There is a figure curled up on the couches.

Has he been there long? Really, it's anyone's guess. He certainly doesn't know, which really says a lot about the nature of Milliways because Benton Fraser, in general, knows many things. There is a wolf curled up on the floor next to the couch and he probably doesn't know how long they've been there either, which says even more because for a deaf wolf, Diefenbaker is generally alert and something of a light sleeper.

The end result, though, is that Benton Fraser and his wolf are asleep on the couches near the fire at the end of the universe instead of asleep in his office where he really should be, since he had fallen asleep there just a few hours ago.

Was it mentioned he's in his boxers and an undershirt?

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina walks down into the bar, wearing pants and a tanktop, a couple of grease and paint stains contrasting against the olive green material of the pants. Her hair's tied back into a braid, and it's evident she hasn't been sleeping much this week. Still, she has a smile on her face as she takes a seat on a barstool, ordering an altha protein drink for dinner while she takes a few minutes to finally relax.

Feel free to bother her. It's been a while since she's seen someone other than those helping with the simulators.


(ooc: can one of you invite me (enelya sol) into crackchat? i've forgotten the name of the room.)

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

I like pie.

It's not an especially odd trait, I suppose, but I do enjoy it. It's one of the few things I seem to be able to enjoy without any strings attached. There are, of course, the health concerns related to eating nothing but pie, but I believe I've managed to sneak it into my diet in a respectable, but not dangerous, proportion.

Not that I expect to be working it off any time soon. This place is remarkably free of people who want to kill me. The number who want to talk to me...are similarly absent.

Good for them.

[ooc: ignore the anti-social asshole. come. poke him with a stick or something]

(no subject)

[ididntnameher.livejournal.com]

*Ted storms through the front door, straight into the staff quarters. He's in there for a while, five or ten minutes, and when he comes back out he looks relieved. Relieved and dreadfully worried and lost.

He goes to the Bar and orders a whiskey*

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

He's memorised every inch of her face: the dip between her nose and lips, the hollow of her eyes, the smooth silkiness of her hair, the flutter of her eyelashes, the quirky upturn of her lips, even in sleep, even after battle. It's as if his fingertips have learnt the way she feels beneath them; he's refused to leave her side until convinced he'll never, ever be away from her that way again.

Without a wand, his magic is limited.

Without her, he's ... just lost.

And today, of all days, is Fleur's birthday, and the least he can do is beg something from the bar. And despite the fact that he'd rather stay hidden -- hibernate up here with her, not face anybody or any thing after all that happened -- he forces himself to do it.

The noises and sights and brightness of the bar hit him and for a moment he just stands inside the door from the stair, blinking, taking it all in. It's almost like the first time he saw the place: entirely overwhelming, and he feels like a stranger here. But slowly, he forces himself to walk in, walk over to the bar, and slide his hands across her surface.

Familiar.

Comfortable.

"Hullo, love," he says quietly. "Can you give me something beautiful for Fleur? It's her birthday, you see."

After a moment where nothing happens, a small box appears. Bill opens it, does a small double-take, and laughs. "Thank you. Thank you very, very much." He tucks it into his pocket and turns to face the other patrons, content just to watch.

He feels like he's missed months.


[Summary: Bill catches up on what he's missed in-bar from Elaine and Snow, what happened in Hogsmeade to Angie, what transpired in Dover with Lucius Malfoy from Tim, and repays his debt to Raven.

Oh, yeah. It's Fleur's birthday, and he and Fleur get engaged.]

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River is lying on a bench in a booth. Her toes are against the wall, her knees pulled up and leaning against the edge of the table; her hands are folded on her stomach. Her eyes are closed.

She might be asleep. She might not be. It's hard to say for certain.

[OOC summary: River meets Miki (who is cute and easily disconcerted) and Gavroche (who is cute and not at all disconcerted). Then she plays cards with Mal, which is fun and cheerful until it turns to Academy!doom, and then they head back home.]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He's in a more serious mood tonight, his clothing is on, but still no badge. Instead, He's sitting at his usual table, carefully pouring what looks to be finely diced iron filings into various weighted sacks. He has his silver sword resting beside him, and is being very careful not to get the iron anywhere near the silver. He keeps looking up from his work, hoping to spot a certain redhaired bartender. He's watching the staff wing hopefully. He's not going to intrupt them for this, but he just wants to get it over with. Come distract him.*

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is in the bar. He is doing a crossword puzzle and listening to music.

He is also smiling in understated joy.

Feel free to bother.

First Time In Milliways

[jubei-chan.livejournal.com]

The front door opens slightly and a slightly-disheveled Japanese schoolgirl pokes her head inside. She's not sure what sort of establishment this is, but hopes there's either a phone or someone who can give her directions on how to get home. She withdraws her head briefly, there's a crashing sound and a cry of exasperation, then she comes in and closes the door behind her.

"Ano... Can someone help me?"

(no subject)

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

Ryan is in the bar.

The mun is melting so that's as creative as it gets.

[OOC: Ryan and Elaine talk and make plans to watch a movie. Unfortunately, Elaine goes missing and Ryan worries.]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

An aching X-man, or X-woman as it were, in the bar dressed in a long sleeve black turleneck and dark jeans despite the heat. An orange and black bit of shadow following at her heels. A brief stop at Bar, to accept pills with a grimace, then she stretches out slowly and with many winces, on the hearth just in front of the fire.

With her hair over her face it's hard to tell if she's awake or not, but th esmall cat that followed her in is, and playing happily with a small bell attached to a golden bracelet the girl is wearing.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*He scuttles outside, scampers up a tree, and sits there looking bemused. He touches his throat in a motion like a startle, then in just as jerky a movement returns his hands to his lap, fidgeting, tugging at his sleeves.

Someday, he would really like to know WHY THE HELL HE DID THAT.

Death could be hard. 6,064 years, five months, and nine days of death could have a funny way of changing a fellow, especially when most of that death was spent wandering alone through a swamp of blood with the cheerful company of skeletal or mangled, bleeding remains with never a hint of anything living. Or sane. Including himself.

But he doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to remember the Wraith. The Wraith was not pleasant company. HE--Gorlim--was not pleasant company. He. His dreams. His death. His flesh.

He shivers, though the evening air was warm. The sun falls like honey over him, bleeding through the leaves and oozing over him. Like sap. Like looking out through amber. Sticky and warm and invasively bright. It reflects off the surface of the lake and makes twilight into something garish rather than serene.

He climbs a little higher in the tree.

Anyone looking up would have imagined perhaps someone stuck a scarecrow in the tree and left it there. Perhaps at Midsummer's Eve the unfortunate creature had been stuck there. It would fall apart eventually, turn to straw and sticks and a burlap face.

The scarecrow watched the sunset, watched and waited to turn to stone...*

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Hey! Warren's in the bar. You know? Warren? About so tall?

Not ringing any bells?

Oh well, your loss.

Because he's sitting at a table. He's wearing a wedding ring (good boy), has an ever so slight tan (whaaaaaaaat?), and has put on about fifteen to twenty pounds (oh snap!).

TGIF, eh?

(no subject)

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

[oom:Pre-Milliways. Chloe gets back from her belated birthday party with Andrew, Chase and Angela. Then she takes pills!]

Chloe stumbles through the door from her bathroom, dressed in black cotton pjs and pink fuzzy socks. She takes one look around and realizes VERY QUICKLY that she isn't in her room.

This may not bode well for those within a few feet of her.

[ooc: I ask, please, that no one but Asmodean comment. This is VERY IMPORTANT. Thank you!]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg's in the bar, at a booth, in the back.

Presumably she is working on something. Even if it is only a cup of coffee.*

[Summary: Meg breaks Windows 95 by telling her about Millitime; she doesn't know the effect this will have on a good, clock-dependant OS. Afterwards, Meg and Anthy talk about . . . food. And . . . other things. Yes. *hides from this conversation*]

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack approaches the bar, dressed in the suit he was wearing when he first stepped into the bar, a little over four months ago. He has his briefcase with him, as well as the sweater Erin knit him.

He places his room key on the bar, with a quiet, "Thanks, Bar." He's praying he comes back here after everything, but he knows there are no guarantees. After a moment, he's provided with a large cup of coffee, Bar's way of saying good-bye, he assumes. Lord knows, he'll need the coffee to get through this.

He takes a seat at a table not far from the bar, after looking around for people he knows. He has a lot of goodbyes to say before he goes, and he wants to do them early. Kim should be the only one to see him go; a large group, especially of those who know what is waiting for him at home, will only make her suspicious. Only a few more hours; surely he can keep her from finding out about the future until then?

He sips his coffee--not just ordinary coffee, he realizes, an Irish coffee--and waits to spot someone he knows.

[ooc: General goodbyes here, will be starting a separate thread for when Jack actually leaves the bar, which will be for only Kim & Jack. And yes, he'll be back in room 24 soon enough. :-)]

(no subject)

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

Joyce is in the bar, sitting at a table this time, with tea and dinner.

She continues to make notes about Faith.

Michelle tells Ryan and Elaine about seeing the door.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle has been upstairs reading My Life to take her mind off the events of the last week. She has to come down for something to eat, though.

She stops at the Bar and looks at the door waiting for --

The Door. She blinks and the door is still there. She knew it was only a matter of time, she had to return to real life at some point, can't stop time forever. Especially once Tony left...

But she still isn't sure she wants to live out that future, even if she knows that it ends well, at least for her.

Absently, she orders a drink and tries to figure out what to do next.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The final dream, far into the second future, Behrooz sees what he could become.]

Behrooz has a mild headache. He looks over at the door as he enters the bar. For some reason, he gets the feeling that if he tried, the door would open, but he suddenly feels a lot more uncertain about leaving. He only orders of glass of water and sits down by himself at a booth.

That was a brilliant idea last night, he thinks bitterly, sipping at the cold water. The dreams hadn't stopped - just now he had a headache, too. And now, if he goes back...

He doesn't look around the bar, just stares at the water, probably feeling more bitter with himself than anyone else.

Distractions or cheering up or more depression would be appreciated.

[For 24-ways: Castle and Behrooz talk about... problems. But naturally, not their own.]

(no subject)

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing, completely with Irish wolfhound, leather duster and Tojo blades, enters from the lake. If you were to ask, he might tell you he and Beowulf were playing fetch with Tojos, even though this is quite far from the truth. Beowulf doesn't throw that well. What? You were thinking the dog did all the running and chasing and catching? Those blades are pointy.


No, of course Van Helsing isn't catching Tojos in his mouth and neither is the dog. VH threw sticks... what else?

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

( OOM : Ragnarok )

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters Milliways with Millie and Wade following, Wade enjoying the freedom of gusting about on his own and Millie trotting along in wolf form. They stop by Bar for dinner before heading for the usual booth*

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Mal inna bar. Quite possibly inna bar with a "Don't mess with me" kind of expression. Mess with him anyway.

(no subject)

[emersonson.livejournal.com]

Ramses walks into the bar from the lake, his hair tousled from the wind. He's spent most of the day out there. He cannot go home, and he cannot work on some engrossing project, so he thought it best to remove himself from any possible chance of running into his...

his...

Into Nefret, for a while. At least not until he'd had a chance to think everything over a few times.

Oh, how he misses David.

On silent feet he makes his way to the Bar and orders a whiskey and soda, to replace the one he did not drink last night. If there was ever a time for alcohol, this would be it.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Thread from a couple of days ago. Bigby visits the office and chats with Barty, who still doesn't know that Bigby is actually Head of Security. Bigby seems concerned that Barty might be a security problem in future. Barty disagrees.]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean.

Depressing music.

Piano.

Enough said.

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris is awake right now. Still sitting in a chair by the fire, her head in Hannibal's lap.

[Slowtimed. Summary till now: The trouble about Trent.]

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

There's a MacManus in a booth.

There's a somewhat ignored order of paradoxes in front of him.

This may or may not be as bad as the post makes it sound.

(no subject)

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Enter one rather cheery OS.

Enter one bowl of RAM into rather cheery OS.

Yum. Tea and talk to follow up.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's at the bar, daintily snacking on poutine. Mm, cheese curds.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, curled in a booth. There is a small tinfoil mouse sitting next to him, as well as a plate of cookies, three bananas, and a fork. And a jug of milk, along with several glasses.

Currently, he appears to be reading a slim book.

Feel free to join him, if you like.

[Raven talks to Sarah Rainmaker about many things, including the universal 'them' and balance, then talks to the lady whose name we don't mention, mainly about himself, but also generalities, and he shares his cookies. Raven talks to Ray about ice cream, inventions, and silicone lubricant, strangely enough, and Raven talks to Ace about stubbornness and springs (slowtimed, I think?)]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Pre-Milliways]

Guppy sits in a chair near the trilobite tank, watching the creatures wiggling around and thinking. Mitzi is sitting on her egg on a table nearby.

(no subject)

[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

Hey, look, it's a really hideous monster! (REALLY. Trust me on this.)

In a booth.

Eating a bowl of mixed nuts.

Okay, yeah, it's not that exciting after the "hideous monster" part.

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

*He had asked the bar for a chess set, but the bar had apparently decided that he needed something different to occupy his time. Which is why Merriman might be found at a table near the bar, stacking bamboo-backed ivory tiles with precise movements, laying them out in a rather intricate pattern.*

*Mah jongg is best played with four people, but the solitaire version is equally entertaining.*


[OOC: Merriman has a mah-jongg set. He also has a certain River Tam, who decides that she is going to arrange the game pieces however she likes.]

Pikachu meets McManus, Wat, Cassandra Cain, and Chur. There is cute.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

In case anyone was wondering where that little yellow critter is, it's right over there, under that table. It's currently occupied with playing with a shopping bag, which from the looks of it has suffered this treatment for several weeks.

It will likely start harassing people for food at some point. It's been known to do that.

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is a fae in the bar. He's looking slightly harried, slightly worried, but generally content. He's still not wearing a shirt, but on the bright side, his hair is unnaturally shiny and brushed-looking. Blame Foaly.

From his perch on the back of an armchair, Puck surveys the bar. Things could be worse.

[Summary: Oberon reveals himself to Puck, who tries to play it cool and generally fails. Oberon uses one of Puck's secret names to bend him to his will, which is really unfair, man; Puck, rather discombobulated, accidentally lets it slip about Vetinari. Also! Puck and Raven eat cookies and discuss ... nothing. And philosophy. Or maybe both at once.]

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[callmedavid.livejournal.com]

David walks down to the bar to get a drink.

The first thing he notices is that he can see the door.

The second thing he notices is that Jack is in the bar.

He walks over to talk to him.

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[king-emeritus.livejournal.com]

There was a young-seeming man sitting at a table there in the bar. How long he'd been there was anyone's guess, but he didn't quite seem to have his gaze settled on anything. He was, however, enjoying a glass of cool strawberry nectar - something he'd finally accepted from the bar. He was wondering if it was possible to create such a beverage at home, in Xanth.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

As the weather is a bit cool and cloudy today, Asar-Suti is inside, curled up his chair by the fireplace, reading 'Sherlock Holmes' although by now he's wondering whether all those stories aren't a bit unrealistic. Sex seems hardly to exist in them, especially not as a motive for crime.

When everybody knows it's the number one, really.

He's got a glass of caffé latte macchiato, he's fed the trilobites and cast a cursory glance at Iris and Hannibal still nearby, and his wondering when Gil will take his break. There's something he's got to show him.

[[Summary: Asar-Suti talks to Lucca about her technology and her world, shares Serena's gift with Gil and then talks about Cynric and Atreyu, and finally speaks to Iris of Xanth about Hannibal, destiny, Italy, and her unwillingness to return to her own world. And yes, I am cheating, as the 102 comments make a zillula, and I should summarize in the back room. Sorry.]]

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[leplusbeau]

*From half-way up the stairs*


Oy! All of you! It iz my birthday, and I am in engaged! DRINKZ ON ME!


*And she and Bill disappear upstairs.*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar, looking broken.

He does that a lot. Currently he's channeling his player's breakage. Poor guy.

For obvious reasons, he's got the midsummer's gift given to him on. Arithon is one of those lucky men who can get away with jewelry without looking odd. Roguish, yes, but not odd.

He's got a glass of telir brandy in front of him, and a mostly empty bottle to the side.

If you didn't notice him before, he'd be likely to point out the shadows that just recently lifted enough that he could watch the door easily.

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[prydeful]

Kitty is on her back on the couch, Derry on her stomach, quietly telling her stories as the two of them relax.

Well. Kitty relaxes. Derry munches her hair.

For the love of God, distract the mun from the Breaking Beaver Baby?

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is sitting at a booth, attempting to forget all of the doom and angst of the past day or so. It's really not working, but he's allowed to have a valiant attempt, isn't he?

His valiant attempt involves doing his art work. 'Sketch something strange', they said. Well, Milliways is a good place for -that-, huh?

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Lilly visits Barty. She's very friendly and understanding and helpful and apparently doesn't hold it against him that he kills people. Barty doesn't question this as much as perhaps he should. She offers to find out if any of his friends were killed in the recent attack.]

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting in the bar, glancing toward the stairs often. Kim still hasn't come down, and he's starting to think of going up to Chase's room. He needs to leave--the waiting is killing him--but there's no way he's leaving without saying goodbye to Kim.

[ooc: Locked to Kim only, thanks! If anyone else wants to say goodbye, see Jack's earlier post.]

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[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

hani + pork rinds + buttermilk = ???

Anyway, Chur's at a table, reading National Geographic, eating pork rinds, and drinking buttermilk. Feel free to be horrified by her dietary habits.

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[gone_byebye]

Today has been productive. There has been arc-welding. There has been cuneiform practice. There has even been fiddling with gyroscopes and solar things and power cells and whatnot. It has been a very scientific day.

So Ray is now seated in one of the booths with a big serving of ice cream and nothing scientific in sight, unless you count the small forest of whitish things with circular bits on them that appear to be growing out of the small grey object on the table in front of him. Heck, even his shirt is just a Columbia Lions t-shirt.

Say hi!

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[friggin-gift.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Boone's Room]

Boone comes downstairs and receives a letter with the bottles of water he was getting from the bar. He reads it and puts it into his bag.

He walks over to the door, takes a quick look around, and heads back to the island.