(no subject)

[amightypirate.livejournal.com]

Guybrush totters down the stairs. Has he been sleeping for the past week?

..Actually, it's quite possible.

He eyes the insult swordfighting signup chart and makes a little pleased noise. He then moves across to the bar, grabs some OJ and takes up residence.

(no subject)

[not-bambi.livejournal.com]

The door opens again, and in walks JD.

There's still a bar in the closet. Life is awesome.

He moves across to the bar and grabs a beer, and looks around for anyone of note.

Especially turtles.

Summary thus far:
Chase and JD meet, have a conversation that can be summed up as "fucking Milliways".
Mouse and JD meet, Mouse explains dead people in the bar and that he's the one who made the woman in the red dress.
Andrew thinks JD has been hitting on Sam, then they both try to figure out the mind-reading thing some more.
Sam does not like JD. Slowtimed?

Mun's apologies for the sudden departure, but keyboard face is just not attractive.

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

... Sariel just stares over at Valentine Skywalker and the people around her.

Well, that was just way too weird.

"Bar? I'd like an Overweight Elvis."

Unfortunately, all Sariel gets is a drink. Didn't hurt to try.

(no subject)

[waiting-there.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Julia's Room]

Raina enters Milliways

[mordsith-raina.livejournal.com]

The door opens, admitting a woman dressed entirely in tight red leather - armour of a sort, by the look of it. She has the appearance of someone who is generally quite attractive, but has lost too much weight, far too quickly. She looks around, half-frantic, her dark braid twitching around her shoulders like the tail of an agitated cat.

Wherever she expected to be, this is certainly not it.

"Where am I...?"

Dinah meets her Endless. He sings.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Let us say that Dream is in the bar.

And let us, thence, say that he is looking amused.

For everything there is a price, and this one has just begun to be paid. His youngest sister will have to wait a month for one of hers to return.

Hannibal Lecter's new inspirations and ideals are an interesting addition to Dream's self.

So he is in the bar, would you speak with him?

(no subject)

[mitanarchist]

Collins stepped through the door....blinking when something hit him. This wasn't the hallway of the apartment complex..........and quite possibly...this was not New York.

What the hell is going on?

He stared wide-eyed at the strangers around him...

Since when do we have a bar in the hallway?

He freezes in his footsteps...

And why am I just now finding out about this?

He finally gets the courage to step up to the bar and just sit down...although he's in a zombie-like state.

(no subject)

[lynn-minmei.livejournal.com]

A young Asian girl enters the bar.

She is dressed demurely in a knee length pink dress and black high heeled pumps. She carries a rather large and overly stuffed duffel bag over one shoulder, a plastic portable cassette player in one hand, and a black patent leather purse dangling from one elbow. She stops inside the door and surveys the crowd. "oh my..." she says quietly.


(*OOC* Is there a good place to get a physical description of the bar? I've been unable to find one.)

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In the Tonks-Wrangle flat. Er. Warning for snogging. :D]

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is still seated at the bar. Disengaged from everything around him, hours have ticked by.

The time for sword training came and went. People socialized around him in a blur, new faces and old. But in a different reality to the chatter and activity, minutes of detachment passed with agonizing torpor. The waiting is just as hard as the burden of knowing.

On the counter in front of him, the level of the bottle slowly dwindles, along with the contents of the solitary pack of cigarettes. But the intensity of his quiet stupor is such that his drinking pace has never become fast enough to numb. There's a glass and a leather binder. The crumpled note still lays nearby...

[Summary: Indy solemnly shares the news of Delia's fate with Meg and Mel.]

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( Room 8, after this )

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Tom visits Barty. They discuss the attack on the Death Eaters. Barty hopes the few DEs he actually liked are OK. There is then carefully-chosen use of the past tense as he talks about his DE experiences. Tom is very suspicious. Barty is adamant that he will not suffer the fate he saw in BarBernard's mind.]

(no subject)

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

[OOC: Chris Chappelle tells her father about her relationship with Jack.]

Tony's Awesomely Cool OOM Adventure!!!

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ 1. Tony enters a new future with a woman named Jen Slater. Jen picks him up from the park; later, Tony has "wah she's not Michelle!" angst.

2. A study on the happy, loving relationship between Tony and Jen.

3. "Help, plz! I'm trapped inna [spoilers for season 4]!" Tony's thoughts as he experiences 4x23-24. Yeah, there are spoilers.

4. Post-season 4 T/M schmoop! We couldn't leave him miserable and unhappy forever:
- Tony drives Michelle to her townhouse and falls asleep with her on the couch.
- The fluffy lovebirds wake up several hours later, order pizza, reflect on the strange normalcy of the situation, angst some over dead people, then find Milliways again!

They'll be seeing you sometime soon. ]

(first entrance post)

[blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com]

The door swings open, and a pilot stumbles in. Probably the most noticeable thing about him is the raised blaster scar crossing his face from left eyebrow to right chin, but after that the observant may notice that (a) he's grimy and unshaven, (b) it's pretty obviously early in his morning, judging by the lack of comprehension in his eyes, and (c) if not for the scar, he'd be gorgeous.

He blinks at the room -- "S odd. DownTime's usually darker..." -- and makes his way to the bar, which his head thumps down on. "...lomin-ale, Squeaky. Lots, please. And don't even think about telling me it's too early for that, you rusted pile of bolts."

(no subject)

[undignified]

At some random point during the day, when his mun should be in bed, Wes actually, finally, orders a drink -- bottle of lomin-ale -- from the bar. With it, of course, appears a package. He pokes it and, when it doesn't explode (he has to check these things because for all he knows Kell is in the bar too), he opens it.

Then stares for a second, closes it again, and opens the letter instead. Yup. So with a half-grin on his face, Wes carefully carries the package upstairs, dumps it inelegantly on his bed, and returns downstairs where his lomin-ale awaits.

And perhaps some conversation?

((ooc: so. more flirting with Inyri, and then off to a room that she was smart enough to get for herself, since the Janson's is still being leeched upon by the Hobster. sleeping with the same woman twice in a row? oh dear, that might actually constitute a relationship for you, Wes...))

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel...thumping her head softly against a large book entitled "The Human Microcosm" a pad of notes beside her. She is no research grad, no med student, hell, no doctor...

So the head thumping is understandable....

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night. There was sleep. There was Busting. There was more sleep. There was a trip to Barnes and Noble with an eye to the pet care section (herpetology) and the science section (paleontology). He's back now. And he wants breakfast, please, thank you very much dear Bar, you're a lovely piece of the scenery, did I ever tell you that? Good girl.

The mun is on her third day of four-and-a-half-hours-of-sleep due to RL work issues.

First Entrance

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

It must be furball-day or something. The door swings open and a little terrier-like dog is coming in, running at the top of his speed- and stopping dead in his own tracks. Sliding stop, the momentum carries him right to the edge of the bar. He's looking left, he's looking right, his eyes grow big and bigger. He sits down and scratches behind his left ear. All this looks like a tavern. You get kicked in taverns. His instincts tell him to leave. But when he tries, the door is gone. So he draws back into a quiet corner, watches and tries to understand.

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Offering physical proof of miracles that he himself would nevertheless deny, Holmes is not reading the Times. Instead, he's sprawled rather haphazardly in an armchair near the fireplace, apparently contemplating the upward swirls of smoke from his pipe. His eyes are turned distant, however, clouded gray.

He never quite welcomes interruption of course, but he won't snark at anyone daring to approach him. For once.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres is up early as usual.

He is rather pleased with the number of people he met last night.
Oh and the ferret too.
He's got the obligatory sign
I Broke the Rules,
and some cleaning supplies. You know the drill. He's also got a salad, which is a little out of the ordinary.
He would still like to meet others. He feels hes been an oaf, and in some cases a complete ass to a lot of people.
Come berate him about it or give him the chance to make up for it.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry sits at a booth near the rear of the Bar, sipping his tea, not quite reading a book. No badge today. His week of active duty is done, and that's okay.

He's got a lot on his mind this morning. Enough so that he wouldn't mind a little company.

{ooc: Odds are I am getting a shiny new computer at work today, and will thus be AFK while it's installed and then happily occupied fine-tuning the settings. So slowtime a'coming.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Coffee? Check.
Notebook? Check.
Abused Pencil? Check.

Former CSI sleeping in the bar? Check.

Wake with caution--she's been known to throw things.

[ooc: Class in approximately 1 hr. Will return afterwards.]
[Summary: Barry wakes Sara up, concerned about her lack of rest. They talk more about what occurred with Tim, Sara learns about Delia and agrees to talk to Steph. Asar-Suti offers Sara coffee, before lending a sympathetic ear and hugs. She's concluding that she needs a break from the bar.]

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

There was an early-morning Woobie inna bar, per usual. Same damp, post-shower hair, same place at the bar, same contented smile- Oh, wait, that's still kind of new. He was sipping at a cup of coffee, having left Sam a note to meet him downstairs for breakfast after she got up.

Speaking of notes, he had a couple sitting before him. RSVPs for the housewarming on Saturday, which pleased him.

Say hi? Ask him about how he's now a triplet and not just a twin.



[Summary: Andrew meets Andres, and manages to very firmly put his foot in his mouth. Later, Andrew meets Grover, for much Woobie glee! Read this one, it's cute.]

(no subject)

[shaka-buku.livejournal.com]

And.... there was a neurotic assassin inna bar, too because his mun isn't quite ready to give up on him yet.

Martin sat at the end of the bar, sipping placidly from a large cup of coffee -- Black, of course. He'd been skulking around Milliways for long enough that he didn't seem so overtly paranoid about the place anymore, and almost -- almost -- at home there. He wasn't in his suit, but rather a t-shirt (Black) and jeans (Black), with a ball cap atop his head (You guessed it: Black.)

Come say hi, because even though he looks like a mortician, he's actually quite friendly unless someone has paid him to kill you.

(no subject)

[golden-age-sand.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs: Walking and Waking in Dreams]

Wesley Dodds enters from the rooms, looking more tired than is customary. All the same, he is dressed as a gentleman should be. Green suit, yellow vest, polished shoes and tie.

And so, he approaches the Bar, picks up cup of coffee and retreats to a nearby table to collect himself for the day. Say Hello.

[ooc: in meetings from 11am to 1pm. feel free to tag. will pickup asap.]

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Mechanical sounds and gentle thuds drift down the stairs into the morning stillness of Milliways. They herald the arrival of Lt. Naraht driving his new Dendromys vehicle (or the Horta Hot Rod as some people have dubbed it). Thanks to this device, he has been able to spend the night in the room that was assigned to him his first visit.

As a result, Naraht is in a fiendishly good mood this morning as he parks the Dendromys by the stairs and dismounts to go get some breakfast. Bug him at will.

(no subject)

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

Because her mun is apparently going for the gusto today, there was also an Ivy inna bar. Perched happily upon a stool at Bar with several loose and seemingly-blank pages spread out before her. She moved her fingertips slowly over the pages, occasionally pausing to reference one of the others or take a sip from her milk.

If you ask her what she's doing, she will be pleased as punch to tell you especially if you're a guy, and most especially if you're Narnian.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A day has almost passed. Indy is still at the bar. Waiting. As ready as he'll ever be for what lies ahead.

The bourbon is all but gone, but Mel had helped with that. He'd slumped onto the bar when she'd eventually left, but a restless doze had been disturbed by the Rogue Loompas when they'd barreled in from the Men's Room to start cleaning in the early hours—high on life and covered in soap suds from their latest Wash Room Rave.

From that point, the breakfasting crowd had joined the bustling haze outside his attention. Then the brunchers...

[Summary: Alanna and George find Indy and discuss plans before they all leave to get to Delia's trial.]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks out of the House of Arch, yawning and wiping her eyes. Someone, it would seem, did not sleep all that well last night, and it shows in her odd choice in clothing. It seems as if she is wearing the pants from one of Luke's tunics, and a t-shirt: Battleschoolers do it in nullo She is, however, smiling a bit, through the sleep-haze. Grabbing a tea from the bar, she plunks down at a table, with pen and paper. Might she actually have an idea? Perhaps. I think her mun just wants to show off a new icon

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's downstairs, getting coffee from the bar and taking it to a back booth. She's still much quieter than normal, but could probably use some company. It's been a rough couple of days.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders in from the back corridor, looking well-rested and generally happy. He leans down and tells the orange-and-white cat and the black cat that twine around his ankles that they are to go up to room 113, to Svava and Edielwiess, while Yrael is gone.*

*Sending them up the stairs, Yrael smiles, glances around the bar, and heads to the door.*

*It opens into the Ninth Precinct of Death, and it closes behind him.*

*Don't worry. He'll be back.*

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine Willows, sitting on a stool, looking exhausted and rather grim. Come and see what's up.

(no subject)

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She really needs some new clothing. Or a dry cleaners, no really new clothing. She's been wearing the same formal dress for three days, and maybe something by Vera Wang could handle the strain but her Nordstroms outfit? not so well.

But her hair is clean and straight, and she's managed to put a little makeup on, thanks to the clutch she had when she arrived.

Down she comes, for lunch and conversation. Hoping the bar knows how to make a waldorf salad she approaches it and orders one.

Sitting at the counter to eat, feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

OOM: Results from genetic testing, and dealing with a pile of bodies.</a

(no subject)

[plague-journal.livejournal.com]

With a fuzzy head only a good binge can explain, Kid walks in through the back door from what he believes is the morning after the Lake Party. What a hangover! Let's see if Bar can cure this headache.

(no subject)

[dr-cynic.livejournal.com]

The sound of cheering and music is heard in the distance. Ton runs towards the sound.
Isn't there supposed to be some kind of bright light?
He blinks and the world reappears. A world for a alcohol, gorgeous women and well... alcohol.
Heaven.

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia. In the bar.

From the staff hallway, this time. That's an improvement!

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard meanders out into the bar proper and eyes Bar consideringly.

After a moment of silent conversation, he walks behind her and rests his hands on her, surveying the crowd.

Bartending is on.*

Entrance *cue A Night on Bald Mountain*

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

Suddenly, bats burst from the shadowy corners of Milliways, and fly towards a spot on the floor. The bats merge into an ever expanding pool of darkness, and slowly, a figure in a cowled robe the color of blood rises from the pool.

Karl Rove has come to Milliways.

His face is invisible underneath that cowl, and a large golden medallion shaped like an elephant hangs around his neck. He radiates the bleak blackness of the Lower Planar Political Powers. It would be terribly easy to confuse him for either Emperor Palpatine or the Crimson King.

(no subject)

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

*Slack is still in the bar.

She's given up on fighting with the doorknob, realizing there is, for the time being, No Way Out.*


Crap. Just ... crap.

*The door gets a final tug, and she collapses onto a chair, given up.*

(no subject)

[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

Entipy downstairs at the bar.
Working on figuring out a puzzle box.

Come distract her before she throws said puzzle box at the wall.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was settled deep in a booth, holding a mug of tea between her hands, practicing little thunderclouds with the steam, having a fifty-fifty sucess rate with them.
She was dressed in jeans a tank top and a flannel shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned to give the bandages around both arms enough space.
She's concentrating far too hard, someone should interrupt her.

(mun's got a few minutes left on lunchbreak, if I miss responses, I'll pick them up when I return home)

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's collapsed in an arm chair, looking dozy.

He's cradling a mug of coffee. Which is weird, because he hates coffee. He just really, really needs to wake up.

Come bother him, he's lonely.

(no subject)

[iwillfongyou.livejournal.com]

Wat enters the bat and looks around nerbously before venturing in. He’s muttering to himself and the word that seems to be the most audible is 'fong'. He heads up to the bar and orders some ale and takes a god drink of it before quieting down a bit.

obligatory declaration of existence

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

From somewhere around the lake, under a bush or behind a tree, a common red fox slinks shyly into view. He watches the passers-by with ever-growing curiousity. He smells their secrets, senses their strengths. His ears perk their black tips towards a busy roar that intermittently rises and falls like a tide. A door. A door that opens and closes, people coming and going, the smell of food and men packed tightly together.

He scrambles along the underbrush, crouches, and watches. Watches, and waits. Waits, and waits, and then -- darts forward, scrambles between a pair of unsuspecting feet, and is inside, whereupon he pounces the shadows under a table, slithers through the forest of chair legs, and sets about exploring.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

Kaylee is in the bar, blinking like someone who needs caffeine.

Fortunately, it is right in front of her.

Coffee.

Good coffee.

Her grease-stained hands are wrapped around the very, very large mug, and her hair is pulled back haphazardly. Looks like somebody's taking a break.

[Susan only plz kthxbai :D]

(no subject)

[tinyceratops.livejournal.com]

Cera trots into the bar, head held high and tail out straight, looking for human-pilots, or centaurs, or anyone else willing to feed and play with her.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, on the piano.

She looks happy enough. Come chat, she's friendly, and only bites on request.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: The day before her trial, Delia's family vist her after nearly a year's absence]

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Crane was there again.

Which seemed a tad odd, except that he was currently hiding away from the board of directors, typing up a psychology article on his laptop.

He would welcome a distraction, naturally, as the article was being forced on him.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

There's a Dick in the bar, we swear.

Just because you can't see him at one of the tables or a booth, or near the bar, doesn't mean he's there.

It just means you have to look for him.

Nope, not out by the lake. Nope, not at the elusive bathrooms. Up higher.

Dick is in the rafters (a common batsibling practice lately), with a pillow. Sleeping. (Not such a common practice).

Yes, he is that insane.

Feel free to throw something at him.

(no subject)

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

Ryan wanders in from the record shop, humming something.

"...only call you after if you say I can..."

He sits at a table and lights a cigarette.

(no subject)

[howling_laugh]

Coyote walks through the front door, wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and jeans. She's carrying a motorcycle helmet under one arm, and looks briefly surprised at the bar.

"Oh! Well. This works too." She plops down at the bar and taps one of her cigarettes on her silver case before lighting up.

The Trickster is In.

(no subject)

[lynn-minmei.livejournal.com]

Minmei walks down to the bar, dressed neatly in a matching yellow skirt and sweater. She stops at the foot of the stairs, glancing first at the bar and then at the door. She decides to try the door first.

It opens, and Minmei breaths the chilly January air. It is still dark out, though the people in the bar seem to be eating late breakfast or early lunch, and she know's she slept through the night. 'If I leave,' she thinks, 'would this place still be here when I turned around?'

She had wanted to get away. She thinks of what will happen when her car is discovered on the side of the road. It won't take long to trace it back to her. She tries to imagine the headlines, "Missing Pop Star's Car Found." Uncle Max and Aunt Lena will worry. Kyle too, probably. And Rick? She didn't know. She closes the door for now and walks toward the bar.

'I hope this works for me like it did for Akito,' she thinks, 'otherwise I'll look very foolish!' She places a slim, well manicured hand on the bar's surface. "A glass of orange juice, please." She says...,

OOM: Back in LA

[chelleuncurled]

[OOC: Michelle reacts to what's happened to Tony (here be spoilers for 24 season 4 and breakage)]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Early this morning, George calms Alanna down, and they discuss sneaking Indy into the trial.]

(no subject)

[furryoldgrover.livejournal.com]

There's a furry blue monster sitting at the bar, his limbs dangling limply from their place. A shirley temple sits in front of him, with some offensively complex crazy-straw protruding from it, which Grover occasionally leans over and sips from.

For the most part, he appears to be taking in the scenery.

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina's not been sleeping well, and has decided to remedy this with massive amounts of alcohol. Come rescue her before she gets too drunk to stand up?

[ooc: take two....for lo' the mun is teh smrt and only posted in wrong place]

[mnt_raph]

*A freshly showered Raph comes in from the lake area, and takes a spot by the bar. He's very obviously watching for something.

Maybe it's you.*

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

There's a former spaceman occupying a corner booth, staring at the observation window.

Somebody come distract him.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes in from the staff wing, glancing around the room in the usual automatic scan as he heads for the bar.

[OOC summary: Alain meets Logan (slowtimed)]

(no subject)

[druid-belasius.livejournal.com]

Belasius comes downstairs, long-lidded eyes scanning the bar as he crosses to the same table that he had used yesterday.

There he sits down and leans back in his chair. There is an air of lazy satisfaction about him as he watches the room-- but the calculation in his glance is readily apparent.

[Warning: Allusions to violence from last night, and promise of same in thread to come, likely.]

Marius is glomped by Gavroche and has the rules explained to him.

[vive-amour.livejournal.com]

Lovestruck French terrorist inna bar.

He's looking very confused. This is normal for him.

Who wants to chat with Monsieur Pontmercy here? C'mon, he's pretty!

[OOC: Aah, back. Didn't get to leave work until 6:00; had to help my dad get stuff from his laboratory.]

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Can Mean Old Men Bounce?

Sure they can! In as macho a way as possible, of course. It is entirely possible that Simon has finally snapped and drugged Mal's tea so that he would be chipper enough to leave him alone...

...or maybe Mal's just like that. Who knows?

As Mal bounces enters the bar, he stops just inside the doorway, scanning the bar for anyone that seems remotely friendly/interesting/non-threatening. Get his attention.

(no subject)

[erstaunlich.livejournal.com]

And so, without preamble, Kurt bamfs into a booth at Milliways. Faith Lehane's booth at Milliways. Oops.

He's being mildly concerned.

Which is evident. When the Nightcrawler's tail twitches like that, people worry.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti slouches in from working in the garden most of the day. He looks much less than divine at the moment, only slightly dirty, tired and purple.

He gets himself a large glass of slightly purple lemonade from the bar, feeds the trilobites and then flops into his favourite easy chair with the next 'Brother Cadfael' mystery which he accioes from the room he shares with Gil.

(no subject)

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

A shirt falls onto the floor.

And PeeJee staaaaares into Milliways.

Her closet doesn't usually do that, at least not anymore. Without closing the door-- because with Milliways and doors, who can tell what will happen next?-- she picks up the shirt and grabs her purse.

Evidently, the bar wants here there, now. Considering she spent weeks locked out, PeeJee's not going to argue now.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Again, today, Svava's in the quiet booth closest to the stairs that lead to the guest rooms. Watching people, and the bar.

Not the Observation Windows.

((Summary: 1-Iris checks up on Svava. 2-Bigby as well. Bigby would do horrible as a grief councelor. 3-Ace is happy to see Svava, and together they are Resolutely Non Breaky. Vegas and skimpy clothes are talked about. Slowtime.))

(no subject)

[iustus_rex]

Edmund is downstairs, with tea.

He's been around lately, out in the stables, or taking care of Derry, or what have you. Really he has. When other people haven't been.

Just at the moment, someone who isn't him and isn't Kitty is taking care of her, and he is taking a moment to enjoy his tea. Because tea is good.

He is sitting on one of the couches near the fireplace, looking as though he meant to grab a book before coming downstairs, and forgot to do so.

(no subject)

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

So there she is, once again standing before the bar. She gives it a skeptical look and tilts her head. Fingers stroking the wood before she clears her throat, and says.

"I'd like some clothes Bar" a pause, then another thought "And some dinner please."

The dinner comes up first, a lovely meal of cesar salad..steak and baked potato with a nice wine. The clothes take a little longer, so she sits and proceeds to eat as she waits.

Open for Conversations

(no subject)

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

Nefret.

(no subject)

[im-claudius.livejournal.com]

Claudius is at a booth, accompanied by a bowlful of grapes and an open scroll.

He doesn't need a distraction, but he'd probably welcome one.

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

The young man who was standing at the bar hadn't been there for long. Neither had he been in, in a while.

But he placed a comlink on the bar, with a soft directive to keep it for PeeJee, with a note tied to it. Simply enough, the note said, Please keep it.

Then, he posted a notice on the board, for Ray, Tony, and Michelle.

We are hoping to hold the desert race and begin driving instruction soon. Please leave me notice on which days would be best for you, if you're still interested. Thank you -- Kitt.

And then, he ordered lemonade and he sat there, looking subdued.

He was good at looking subdued.

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is in the Bar. He is not behind the Bar, but he will be in a little bit. Right now he has his feet up on a table and is poring over a huge book. Another seven or eight are stacked up on the table.

Research is key to bartending, apparently.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is seated in a booth, with a glass of water and a plate of fruit.

He is idly twirling a tangle of wire between his hands.

He looks preoccupied.

Bother him at will.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Tims awaits visitors. here. Come on in.))

Not quite an entrance post.

[groovyguidance.livejournal.com]

The days just aren't getting any shorter for Perry Cox. A seemingly endless parade of idiots and assholes. Yes, that was his life. Oddly enough, he is getting used to it. What he isn't used to is the supply closet being a bar.

Ah, but when in Rome...

"I thought this only happened in the can," he says and strides purposefully over the the bar, as if it was completely normal to find a drinking establishment in lieu of cotton balls.


[OOC: Woo doggies! You guys kept me busy tonight! Many thanks for the warm welcome. Summary: First, Cox has his requisite chastizing of JD. Then, he flexes his pimp muscles with Sariel and Iris. *preens* Then, he mistakes Raph for JD. This is not going to end well, methinks.]

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[agirllost]

Kim's downstairs and she's looking for a certain blonde woman.

She'll probably be open to talking to other people.

Endless Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie slips behind the Bar, stooping to put back his Bartender's Bible volumes. When he stands back up, he turns to the chalkboard behind the Bar and writes.

Endless Drink Specials At Milliways!

Karma Chameleon
Death in the Afternoon
Sweet Dreams
Brain Destroyer
Desiree
Suicide Shot
Monniger's Madness

He regards it solemnly; he loves a joke, but he's certainly taking a chance with this one. He tosses a towel over his shoulder and turns to face the bar. "Good evening, everyone. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. I'm your bartender, Eddie Dean. Step right up."

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is in the bar.

Curled up in her comfy chair.

Reading a book.

...

Someone ought to point out that she's been reading the same paragraph for over an hour now. Nodding off every couple of sentences'll do that.

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[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

And over in one of those dark corners that Milliways has way too many of, Sariel's watching Puck and Vetinari.

She's concerned.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie gets a drink and then takes his guitar to a quiet(ish) corner to work on a song.

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Despite recent parental problems-- albeit not his own parents-- Xander has been somewhat gloomier than usual today. He resolved his issues by sticking many trees outside full of arrows, and is now back indoors, enjoying a well-deserved cup of hot chocolate at the Bar.

Life is fair-to-middling.

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[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

You know him! You love him! It's the one, the only JOKER!

( Killing Joke Lyrics )

He grins as he surveys his kingdom the bar. "Hello, Gotham! Er, Milliways! Have you been a good boy? I thought not!" He laughs.

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[-the-voice.livejournal.com]

The Voice walks into the bar.

. . . that's the punchline, folks.

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[scares-me.livejournal.com]

Jane's been in the bar for a while, curled into an armchair and making her way through Washington Square. She's not usually overly shy or quiet, but she's definitely feeling rather uncomfortable with suddenly being pulled into this place that she's unable to leave, and instead has tried to lose herself in the novel. As a result, she's lost track of time, and doesn't realize that she should probably eat something.

Feel welcome to draw her out.

[For 24-ways: Jane meets Asmodean, and they have a pretty friendly conversation, mostly about his being a musician.]

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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar, absently scratching her shoulder, and settles herself on a stool, looking thoughtful. Her sunburn has reached the 'peeling' phase.*

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sitting in a chair with his harp nearby. He has a handful of colored pencils and is humming to himself as colors on a piece of paper. He seems slightly unsettled as he carefully picks each color, sometimes only making one or two marks before setting it down. If watched for a moment, he will seem to get quite frustrated with certain colors.

On the whole, the drawing is quite good, but it is a picture of blood and broken glass.

[OOC: Asmodean is slightly less stable tonight as a warm up to some plot, just as a warning.]

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[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a man who looks to be in his mid-thirties - but could be older - comes through. He's limping on one swollen foot, and shows all the signs of being in the final stages of blood poisoning.

Those signs, however, fade with every step, and his walk becomes easier until he's hardly limping at all.

Sheemie looks around, wide-eyed, taking everything in in silence.

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam's in the bar. Finally...because her mun ran off and found a life. Never doing that again. She's sitting at Bar, with a Budweiser, her headphones on her head, the Shins playing in the CD player.

She's not averse to being prodded though.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

Someone is in a good mood today. Such a good mood, in fact, that KARR is actively avoiding patrons and chairs, rather than just figuring they'lll get out of his way if they don't want bruished shins. His scanner flickers from side to side rapidly, but not from stress-KARR's simply happy today, and being open about it.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's seated in a booth.

He has a deck of Tarot cards spread across the table in front of them.

Occasionally, he gathers them up, shuffles, then spreads them out again.

Bother at will.

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[noattachments]

Kate sits by the shore of the lake, watching the sun shine on the ripples of the water. She had gone swimming earlier in the day, but right now she feels content to just sit and think.

You should feel free to interupt.

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

[Pre-milliways: Deadite attack]

There's a commotion as the front door opens and Ash enters, covered in blood with an injured and nearly unconscious Sheila in his arms.

"Can we get a doctor here?"

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

"WALLY! "

Bart tumbles through the front door, full speed, rebounds off a wall, and lands near the back door. Looks like he's been fighting.

"Wally, no, you can not face this...alone.... Well, fudge! Looks like he might have to."

Bart is pouting.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters from the House of Arch.

He finds a table, gets a mug of cold ale, and watches the rest of the patrons.

Entrance

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

A man covered in blood appears lying on the floor near the door. After a minute, the man opens his eyes, wiping the blood from them. He slowly sits up.

This another dream?....damn tequila.

He looks around.

Five shotgun shots will kill you. Every criminal knows that....at least every criminal who knows guns....which is most criminals....

He shakes his head because he's confusing himself.

Is this hell?....or heaven by a small chance?

He's still confused. Come help.

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[blue_ajah]

The air in the bar shimmers and parts, revealing the Aes Sedai.

Once again, Moiraine settles at her usual table with tea and the anthology of poetry. Were someone to look over her shoulder, they might see that she is studying Tennyson's works this evening.

Or apparently, in any case. The blue gem on her forehead gleams brightly as she reads.

[Moiraine speaks with Svava about Ragnarok; with Bigby about travel; and with Desire about poetry... so far. All threads are currently slowtimed.]

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[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet's sitting at a table, listening to her iPod.

My Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...

But unlike much of the bar, she doesn't sing.

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[sai_delgado]

Susan's sitting on the couch by the fireplace, braided-straw coil in one hand and needle and thread in the other. She appears to be shaping and sewing a hat.

She's also smiling brightly enough to light up the room.

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[highkingoberon]

Oberon is inside Milliways. Tonight, his eyes are gold. He scans the crowd, unconcerned. Not very interested, either.

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[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing is in the bar, at a table with his dog, a drink and a book. Yes, Van Helsing can read. How do you think his dog got his name? Okay, okay, a book was conveniently laying on the table in his room, but still, if he couldn't read, he wouldn't have known the book's title, now would he?

Where were we? Oh, right...

Van Helsing... bar... dog... drink... book...

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby enter, accompanied by their perhaps more subdued than usual children. They settle into their booth, but Bigby's eyes are peeled for a specific someone. Could be you. Ok, probablity says not likely, but you never know.*

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[gone_byebye]

It's been a day. Ray's been busy in the back of the bar.

Now he's out and about, and done with his screwdrivers for the evening.

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[teh-data-fork.livejournal.com]

Computer geek ahoy!

Adam opens the door to Tech 1 and strides into Milliways. He pauses, and surveys his surroundings with steadily mounting WTF.

This...is not the tech room. Where is the tech room?

"What the...um...help? Please?"

In addition to hopeless confusion, he's really rather pissed. This is not the way to get work done.

[Summary for 24-Ways:

-Adam meets Karr, who explains the workings of the Bar to him, and the concept of being Bound. It all goes completely over his head and he stomps off to go demand the Bar herself to let him out. We'll see how that works out for him.

-Adam meets Chloe. He is an utter asshole to her, as per usual, and is in the middle of a virulent stream of verbal abuse when they are nearly skewered by a Flying Colored Pencil of Doom, courtesy of Asmodean. ph34r the Three-Way Convo of Bardly Doom!

--Adam briefly meets Puck and concludes that Puck must not work at CTU, because he's certainly not following that 'no shoes, no shirt, no terrorist-hunting' bit of protocol.

--Adam meets Tony. After some brief 'Hey! You're supposed to be in jail!' timeline confusion, Tony explains being Bound, and finally gets through to Adam.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is sitting by the observation window, watching the stars.

Every now and then she taps on the glass.

[OOC: Mikage and Mamiya Anthy Mamiya Anthy discuss cheery things like annihilation and dying stars. (Slowtimed.)

In some other continuity, Cuthbert comes to discuss the little matter of the black rose on Crowley's grave. Anthy -- doesn't deny responsibility; Susan comes by, and then Meg, who says it was Famine. Cuthbert may or may not believe her. Tempers flare.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's at a booth, reading quietly. She has a glass of Whyren's Reserve on the table beside her, still taking full advantage of beating Wes in sabacc earlier in the week. Can't say no to free drinks, eh? Feel free to stop by, she never minds a break from reading. And she'll probably offer to buy you something (Janson's reluctant treat, of course) - payback for that yellow simulator.

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[the_antiangst]

Enter one extraordinarily happy dead twentysomething drag queen.
...Well, actually, he did the entering bit a while ago. He's at a table, with tea and fried paradoxes and a pretty decent case of table percussion.

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[t3h-kyp.livejournal.com]

Been a while since Kyp was inna bar. But, here he is, apparently, all set to-- uh, drink hot chocolate.

Well, he likes hot chocolate.

So, there he is -- snarky Jedi with stylish (for his time period, the mun wishes to point out) black clothes, a black cape, and the obligatory lightsaber. And a mug of hot chocolate.

Always nice to get away from the galaxy for a couple hours when Skywalker thinks you're on a mission to some Outer Rim planet.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri walks downstairs and asks the Bar for something sweet. There's a moment of confusion when a small bowl of Reese's Pieces appears- they look like a bunch of pills, but taste like candy when she tries them.

So the barefoot Jedi smiles and takes them over to a booth, pulling out her datapad in case she thinks of anything else to add to the list she started this morning.

Lists help her think, sometimes.

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

And there's a Jack, stumbling thorugh the door. Because his mun has finished exams and omgsquee! etc... Tired, and slightly dusty, he heads straight for the bar.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ ooc: from here ]
Two insanely happy fluffy lovebirds walk into a bar.

It should be noted that neither of them are fluffy or birds.

But they are insanely happy.

It's cute. Really!

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

[OOM: Tackleford, England. Four characters, two muns, one thread. We like to call this 'mutual rpsterbation.'

If you don't feel like clicking: Tim bitches about Milliways, Shelley learns that Mouse has been 'deliberately malicious,' Ryan acts out the epic battle of humanity versus the jello armies with sugar packets, and Amy doesn't really do anything.]

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire and Sawyer go on a real date. For much yay! Except the 'yay' is more along the lines of. . .yay?]

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[shipscook.livejournal.com]

Akito'd been laying awake half the night, trying to figure out where he thought he might've heard the name 'Macross City' before. Some cheesy TV movie on the old rerun channel back on Earth, he's sure. He just couldn't remember the name of it. "Something Something Yamato?" "Endless Waltz of Love?" "Megaroad Zone Seven?"

That's why he didn't get quite enough sleep, so he's given up on that and is having tea over by the window now.

Lilly is Dream's. And free.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is in the bar.

He's not likely to sing again.

This may, or may not, be reassuring.

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

A Castillian inna bar.
Wearing a sign as usual I Broke the Rules
He's also dragging around cleaning supplies.
Come say hello.

If you dare.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

A lazy purple god of magic lies in the grass outside and reads the last pages of a medieval murder mystery.

Nevertheless, he hopefully eyes the kitchen door from time to time.

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[oneman_onevote]

There is an assassin sitting in the rafters, relaxed but watching the people below him keenly.

Even he can't train all the time. He's not making any particular effort to be inconspicuous, although in his dark clothing he is probably hard to spot.

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[flybywash]

The door slides back, and Wash and Zoe enter.

Have you ever seen a pilot practically vibrate with glee? It's a little eye-watering, especially when you combine it with the bright blue Hawaiian shirt.

He's talking to her animatedly: " -- and you think she'll let us get a look at a combustion engine? I can't believe they really still have those around, hell, I've been wanting to pull one out ever since I heard about it, Kaylee'll -- "