(no subject)

[agirllost]

Because Kim hasn't been in the bar in a few days (at least with an entrance post), she's in the bar now. She's eating ice cream.

She also seems in a good mood.

Feel free to bother her.

[ooc: Summary for 24-ways - Chase and Kim are cute and then get into woeful territory when Kim tells Chase about how Ryan died. Then, Meg stops by and they have a nice conversation and Kim notices Meg's eyes are purple and tells her about the news she heard last week.]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

[OOC: Post-Milliways.]

(no subject)

[kabeleced]

[OOM: Reg is not a racoon.]

He reappears in Milliways, blinking rapidly.

This place smells funny, but at least it smells.

No food around, he can tell from looking quickly, so instead he finds a comfortable spot on this new place's floor and curls in on himself, bushy tail wrapped around him.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Not'dead, ex-federal agent in a chair by the fireplace, his feet on an ottoman. No, he's not nodding off in the chair. How could you even suggest that sort of thing?

Someone catch him before he falls asleep.

[Summary: Jack finds out Tony is now Toni, and is nagged by Kim to see a healer.]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is sitting by the fireplace, watching the flames. There's a cup of tea on the coffee table, but she seems to have forgotten about it.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max wanders in, eyes fixed on a notepad held in one hand. The fingers of the other hand are tapping lightly against her thigh. She's looking better than the last time she'd been down - the bruise on her cheek is fading, though she's still limping slightly. And wearing her jacket, despite the heat. She navigates her way over to a booth to take a seat, her attention still largely on the notepad.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[prettymaids]

[oom: Dreaming of Sanity, and Goodbye Miss Edith (Del plot)]

*Dru comes down the stairs from her room slowly. When she reaches the bottom she looks around, as if seeing the room for the first time. She crosses the floor to the bar, her eyes wide in wonder and she takes a seat.*

Bar... May I have a glass of blood please?

*Her voice is full of suprise and she blinks when the drink appears.*

Thank you Pet...

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

Door storms in from the House of Arch, her eyes blazing.

She takes a moment to collect herself, then heads towards Roland.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's smiling as she wanders in, and singing to herself -- something light, and wordless.

Somebody's in a good mood.

She gets a beer from the bar, and something that looks like a comic book, but is almost frighteningly pink, and settles in on the couch.

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Sariel, fireplace, pile 'o' books.

Wings flapping every now and then because Ben Hawkins was eyeing them earlier and it was amusing her, a little, possibly a sign of mood.

Possibly not.

Definitely because most of these books don't make any sense anymore. Lawyers.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael's in the corner reading Rilke and drinking tea. He'd more than welcome conversation*

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

[OOM: In Room ∞-1, immediately after this.]

(no subject)

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

[OOM: Ryan does not enjoy being a girl.]

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins is sitting in a booth, smoking.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Many months ago, a girl had stumbled through the front door. Weary, her chestnut hair a tumbled mess and her beautiful green gown covered in dirt and scratches from a magical earthquake, she had had enough pride left to snap and argue.]

[This time, when she stumbles through and collapses onto the ground, with her chestnut hair tumbled around her shoulders and her beautiful green gown bloodstained from her hands (blood down her neck and arms, all from her unharmed hands), she does nothing more then look up and gasp for air.]

[beneath the dried blood, her neck is badly bruised]

[Behind her, a black robed figure, too immense to look at, shuts the door. For Delia of Eldorne, the door to the Black God’s Realm is now closed.]

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

When Andres makes his way downstairs in the morning his hair is still damp from a shower.
He looks rather tired. He didn't sleep well. Ok, he slept well, just not much.

He seems to be in a pretty good mood which is not surprising considering he has Dulcinea back and is finished with his cleaning duty.
Come say hello and keep him company for a bit.

[edit: Andres is still in the bar, but he is now reading the book of Om that he requested. Still, feel free to bother.]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter figured he got to his room somehow yesterday. At least he had all day yesterday to lose the horrible hangover he had. And he certain't wasn't going to repeat that again anytime soon. So he headed down to the bar for his usual coffee, and some food. He was dressed in his regular uniform, carrying his notebook and some books as he grabbed a table.

Could always use some company.

where she meets Ford Prefect, Ben Hawkins and finally bumps into Merriman (slowtimed)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways Post]

Someone, tall and slender, runs in from outside and heads straight for the bar. Placing a copper coin on the bar, Morgan takes a seat, looking pale.

"Some spiced wine, please, my lady..."

And the Bar gives it to her - she's not underage in post-Roman Britain.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam sits out by the lake, watching the water ripple. He picks up a rock and tries to skip it - it sinks. The second one doesn't, though, it makes it all the way to the other side of the lake before it stops.*

[ooc: for plot purposes, I may be able to respond to you, but I may not, please don't be offended.]

(no subject)

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

Joan already had some light breakfast, and she's out near the lake again, walking around. She circles close to the woods, letting her fingers drift against the rough bark.

Would enjoy some company to share in the lovely surroundings.

(no subject)

[garcon-dor.livejournal.com]

Galahad walks downstairs without missing a step, despite the proximity of his book to his nose. He's attempting to make sense of The Hunchback of Notre Dame this time, having picked up a taste for Hugo.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Sometimes things get busy.

Conferences, exam marking, thesis writing, a sudden need to redo all your method, and week-long stress related migraines have a tendency all to come at once.

Eska's not been in the bar for a long time,

She's in now.

Don't zilla her, please. She still has a headache.

[OOC: Work-related slowtime likely as I have things to do and no internet connecton after 5ish GMT]

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways Post]

From outside, a slender girl walks in. Black pants, black leather jacket, black top black hair...and looking very, very shell-shocked. Spying Galahad, she changes direction and walks over.

(no subject)

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

Liz is sitting at the bar counter, sipping at her orange juice while she writes in her journal. Feel free to distract.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle is down in the bar, nursing a vicious hangover.

"Bar?" he whispers. "Aspirin? Please? Lots of it?"

The Bar provides him with a glass of water, a bottle of aspirin and a pamphlet on responsible drinking. Castle scowls, but the action makes his head pound, so he just doses himself liberally with the aspirin and puts his head miserably down on the bar.

His only consolation is that at least Tony Almeida's hangover is going to be about ten times worse. That cheers him up a bit.

[OOC: Mun has to go help mum do some shopping; not sure when she'll be back, but it probably shouldn't take too long.]

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats is sitting at a booth, drinking tea and flipping through a copy of the Book of Om. He looks strangely content.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes into the bar from the lakeside door, in sweats and looking like the workout was very good this morning. He sits heavily at the bar.

"Something cold to drink and light to eat, please, love?" he says, and grins at the fruit salad and iced tea that appear.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

There was a Woobie inna bar, sitting at a table eating a chicken salad sandwich with a large glass of chocolate milk. If he knew better, he might have been happy he was still a man. He was reading a copy of Newsweek, but looked like he could use a distraction.

Maybe from you?

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is at the bar, eating lentil soup and trying not to get it on his Euro History textbook. He looks a little bored, which is probably better than the very much guilty he was feeling the other day, even if he he is still feeling rather worried, and flips quickly through the pages, not really sure how much of this he's taking in.

It's ok to distract him. It's not like he has a test coming up any time soon.

[For 24-ways: Tony's new femininity briefly breaks Behrooz's brain. But he gets over it fairly quickly. They talk about Spanish, soup, and the option of staying in the bar.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Did somebody mention a hangover?

A woman walks slowly down the stairs wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a green hoodie. She looks quite miserable as she walks to the bar; a glass of water, a pill bottle and a pack of pills appear appearing on the surface. She understands the Tylenol, but the Midol? “Whatever,” she mumbles, and takes the Tylenol. The Midol, however, does not disappear. She frowns.

“Um, I don’t want that.”

Still there.

The woman picks up the Midol and sits on a barstool. “Whatever.” She reads the pack. Her scowl becomes even more pronounced.

“I do not have PMS!” she growls to no one in particular. “Damnit! What the fuck?” She sighs. “At least give me something to eat?”

A chicken Caesar salad appears, along with a copy of Cosmopolitan. “Oh ha, ha, funny!” She waits a few moments for the usual Chicago Tribune to appear until she finally realizes that she’ll never read about her precious Cubs as long as the bar and Morgan have their way.

Crap.

[ Female!Tony is assaulted with a threadzilla! Vago flirts with him for great Spanglish action; Castle laughs at him, Kim, being a woman, reacts with far less shock than the men, then finds out what happened to her father in season 4; Peter uses his nifty Ghostbuster gadget on an apprehensive Tony; Andrew finds sexual amusement in Tony's predicament; and Chase...well, joins the crowd of Men Who Know Tony Who Are Freaked Out By Female!Tony. ]

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack, in a swimsuit and t-shirt, goes from the guestrooms to the lake, stopping just long enough to ask the bar for a breakfast picnic.

Along with his request, the Bar gives him a pot of bongardia chysogonum and a note, both of which make him smile, and he looks around for Sheila.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina leans against a tree outside, Catch-22 opened on her lap. A training reomte lies on the grass beside the Jedi from her earlier lightsaber practice. She chews on an apple she brought outside with her, as she watches the sunlight play on the lake water, a content smile on her face.

(no subject)

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

Someone who looks like Audrey Raines is making "her" way down the stairs. This person, however, is not Audrey Raines. Audrey would not wear head-to-toe pink. Audrey would not go out with her hair still damp and unstyled. Audrey has more grace when walking in heels.

Audrey would also not go braless, at least not in this outfit.

No, this is Ryan Chappelle clomping down the stairs, holding onto the banister for dear life.

On the second to last step his ankle turns in and he yelps. It's only his deathgrip on the banister that keeps him from falling over.

Fuck! It's his word of the day.

He ignores the looks from curious bystanders and walks into the bar, a frown on his face. Once at the bar, he orders a beer and a sandwich. With that he also gets a pack of smokes.

Ryan sits at the nearest empty booth and lights up a cigarette.

[OOC: Not'Audrey comes close to breaking Lee and Jack's brains after deceiving them. Hopefully, she's he's learned his lesson.]

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah had not had a good day. In fact, she'd had a very bad day. A Very Bad Day even, capital letters and everything.
She was currently sitting in a booth, glowering at the bottle in her hand. She was more than a bit dusty. Her elbows and the knees of her jeans grass-stained, one torn, her arms and face both scratched multiple times. Her hair had bits of leaf and grass debris still littering it, as well as being generally dusty as well.

All in all it looked like she'd had a fight with a pile of lawn clippings, and she'd lost.
.... honestly this wasn't far from the truth.

Were she a chibi, she'd have a little dark cloud over her head. Even though she ISN'T a chibi, this is dangerously close to happening, though the alcohol does seem to be helping.

She probably won't bite if someone comes to talk to her. Probably.

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra flips her hair out of her face and yanks open the door to her quarters. And then stops as she stares around her. Chairs... tables... a bar... Her mind finaly comes to a logical conclusion, Milliways! Unlike last time she found her way here Petra is very happy to have the bar appear at this time. She steps inside and closes the door behind her quickly so as to prevent anyone else from seeing where she'd disappeared to.

The only thing diffrent about the girl is that she looks older... possibly eleven now. And her uniform. It was the gold and white of Phoenix army instead of the puke greens and brown of Salamander. She quicksteps it to the bar and orders a drink, saggin down over it as if she's very tired.

girl!Mordred talks with Adam with much munful conversation of 'wtf?'

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Normal table for Mordred, and the bottle of vodka isn't amiss, either.

He's just...a girl, that's all. Still.

And in the process of getting very, very drunk. Any pokings of with sticks with end up with the sticks broken. But there isn't much she can do against laughter.

Or comfort. You never know

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy comes downstairs looking tired. He's re-wet his hair and taken the bandages off his hands, because he's going to have even more explaining to do otherwise. Mitzi follows behind, awaiting instruction quietly. He turns around to her.
"Go home sweetheart. Don't be seen. Stay at the house. I don't know how long they'll keep me for but don't come looking for me."
She nods, understanding. She shrinks to bee size and nips into his pocket, then they both go out of the door into Holby.

( [oom: Post-Milliways] )

(no subject)

[undignified]

Now that his mun's feeling more like crack, Wes finally has a proper post again. This means little to him, of course, especially since he's been in the bar anyway... but whatever.

He sits at the bar and glances at his tab. Hey, it's not increased since the last drink he ordered! Wow. No more Solo drinking for free! He has no idea how he'll pay all that off, but at least it won't increase anymore!

He starts to order a glass of lum, then thinks. "Wait, Bar, um, give me something from that Earth place. Something that looks good."

A glass of something bright orange and sparkling appears, with a straw. Wes grins. "Thanks."

Colourful. Tastes a bit like metal filings though.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val, looking a bit tired, wanders into the bar from the House of Arch. As soon as she steps into the bar, she looks down and blinks. She is now wearing a skirt with stars and stripes, a t-shirt with a flag on it, and a flag kerchief on her head. Blinking, she plunks down at a stool with a sigh. "What's with the sudden bout of nationalism, Bar? Not liking this, here." Oh, well. It doesn't change.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine's in the bar. Looking relaxed, content, satisfied, pleased, and generally all-out happy. Feel free to bug her.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack comes downtstairs afer waking late. He didn't sleep well, but at least the general soreness in his muscles is starting to fade, even if he's still black and blue.

He orders a sandwich and a glass of juice from the bar; after a couple days of soft food due to the tooth that was knocked out on the left side of his jaw, it doesn't hurt quite so much, so he's trying something more solid. Both arrive with a couple Tylenol and he downs the pills as he walks over to the fireplace with his lunch.

No he doesn't have any idea that another one of his friends has unwittingly changed sexes. Why get all the fun over with at once?

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max Evans ...

... is confused.

Something's really off about right now, and it might have something to do with Michael.

Or he might just have a headache.

More flirting with Bianca. And blood.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters from the House of Arch. He sets a small package on Bar, and leaves a note for "Princess Gentry". The note, in terrible grammar, explains that it fulfills her demand for something pretty and shiny...as well as giving her something to practice with in their duels.

He acquires a mug of ale, and settles down to people watch.

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina here--and surprise, she's not drinking. She's studiously avoiding Jack, though, but she doesn't know about Tony and Chappelle either. Why not enlighten a poor little terrorista?

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's back in the bar.

He's drinking Scotch. Single malt, neat.

And looking vaguely shell shocked.

His Tarot Cards are spread in front of him, featuring lots of Swords. Which is never a good sign.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael appears at the top of the stairs. Oddly, he's wearing sunglasses and Maria is guiding him to make sure he doesn't fall. When they reach the main bar, she settles him in a chair and goes back up to their room for something.

He can't see a thing, and just sits there morosely.

(no subject)

[coolhandlucas.livejournal.com]

Lucas is sitting in his usual spot on top of a booth off to one side.

He looks confused.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

There is a speedster in the Bar. He is in civvies. He is calm. He is feeling good today.

He is drinking a lemonade, and wondering if there are enough Americans in the Bar to make a big deal of the day, even though the originial event occured billions of years in the Bar's past. He wonders if there will even be fireworks.

Come and say hi.

[ooc: online for an hour or so.]

[ooc summary: Barry meets the young Donna Troy. He tells Jaina Solo about American Independence Day, and learns about the war Jaina and Jag fought in.

Ace and Fireworks, Arithon tells of Bianca

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava comes down the stairs and-

actually goes to the Bar, taking a seat. Its one that doesn't have a view of the Observation Windows. Pointedly.

And before she can even order, a cup of hot chocolate, and a plate of dinner (chicken, baked potatoe, and a salad) appear, along with a small box. A bit of a wry smile at the food, and she opens the box. Blinking, Svava pulls out a gold bracelet.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks very happy.

Why?

Because today there is a holiday celebrating fireworks.

There might be some nonsense about a revolution in there too. Ace tends to lose interest rapidly after the 'fireworks' bit. After all, there weren't any Daleks or Cybermen involved.

Or were there?

Either way, there's an Ace, at the Bar, happily going through her list of supplies, and wondering if she should order more from Bar for tonight.

(no subject)

[mynameiswithak.livejournal.com]

Mark manages to enter the bar without bruising anything.

He is proudly wearing the 'Marc Sucks' button today, along with his usual nametag.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is out in the woods. Much to his delight, he's discovered the silkflowers growing there.

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie could use a drink. She's got a date tonight, and her boss was his usual self today (read: creepy and condescending).

She comes in, much more confident this time, orders some champagne (Pommery '26), and sits at the bar.

No, she's not wearing the absurd hat today. Sorry.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

((OOM of great cavity-inducing cuteness: Mal and Kaylee, with great backstory and revealed...everything.))

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

There's a Mouse.

He's in a booth and is slowly eating a stack of oreos.

You know. Slowly for Mouse.

(no subject)

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Oh look, there's a pilot in the bar.

He's tucking in to a nice meal. Looks like nerf steak and lomin ale. For one reason or another, he doesn't look very grim. This could have something to do with the fact that he's back with Jaina, and they're the at their proper ages again.

Or that the war is over.

Or that he had at least a two-week leave before he entered the bar this time.

Or maybe he's just learning to loosen up.

That's not to say he's smiling or anything (at least not that you can see), but he might very well talk to someone if they came over and said hi.

(no subject)

[angus_macgyver]

MacGyver's sitting in the bar, at a table, reading a newspaper. It looks a lot like the sports page. He's probably catching up on hockey scores... or something. Sports scores go really well with mineral water and sprouts in a pita pocket.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Here is exhibit X: Kitty, half soaked from washing the giant X-plane mode of transportation, trying to towel her hair dry.

Mutant heroes still do the same things other people do, y'know, like. Washing vehicles and gardening.

They just do it with more explosions.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at the bar, alternately watching Barty and re-reading the now crumpled note in her hand. After a few bouts of helpless laughter, she bites back a curse and sighs.*

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[slayer_fray]

(Late night bathroom talk)

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres is at the bar with a drink he's never had before. It looks like a hard liquor but there is quite a lot of it. He sips it slowly, its strong but smooth. Not as bad as that yahtzee he'd had recently.

He's been practicing a lot in the last couple days, but he enjoys the exorcise. Though the wind was a little strong today and his hair is one giant tangle. This upsets him greatly.

Come visit him and help him determine what he is drinking.

Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Delia was out and about somewhere. As loathe as Indy had been to let her leave so soon, he was both impressed and a little bemused by her apparent speed of recovery.

Still nursing broken ribs, Mike was solemnly introducing Mel to several old kid's games that had been brought up by wait rats that missed him: Hungry Hippos, Kerplunk, Operation, Buck-a-roo, and others. The thoughtful rodents dropped the battered loot, squeaked their best wishes and scurried back to help Baldrick shift the barbecue.

So, with everyone busy, Indy decided to make himself useful as well, acting on an idea he had last night during conversation with Mel. He sets up shop for a special Happy Hour. Chalk dust flies as the Specials board becomes a total mess of announcements, lots of clashing colors, and many poorly drawn balloons and firework-y explosions:

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!
WELCOME HOME DELIA!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

---

All drinks free for the duration of my shift

The Open Bar announcement is admittedly pretty small, but it's there. There just wasn't much room left on the board. Yeah. Various specials are littered around the chunky text: Homecoming, Born on the the 4th of July, Free Silver and Green Delight. He blows up the inflataMike™, tethers it to the other end of the bar and cheerfully prepares to serve. Life is good.

"What'll it be folks?"

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian comes pelting through the door, skids to a halt by the Bar, falls over, and manages to tangle himself in a bar stool.

He looks like he may have bruised something important, but he's looking remarkably cheerful, for that.

It's been a while*

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is actually in the bar.

No, not literally in the Bar. He's in front of her, sitting on a stool, drinking from a mug that he brought from home which reads, "Kiss The Talamascan." Lestat thought it'd be funny.

He looks half dead.

Or, half alive.

Whatever.

[OOC: Summary - Augh, comment explosions. Asar-Suti talks to David while David explains Richard's Pictish Situation, and 'Suti promises to do research for David; David meets Van Helsing properly - they both went to save Nick in Toronto. They talk of things VH can't remember, David introduces him to mp3 players and Gilbert and Sullivan, and they talk of romance, and love, of all things. David and Charlie talk, and Charlie tells David of Liam's sudden blue-scalyness, and of Anthy putting Seth in the ashes, and David takes Charlie to Tokyo for a small well-earned break.]

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Amadeo steps into the bar, looking morose.

He's left Joshua at home with Loki, to sleep.

It's difficult, he admits, to have his son in one place and his husband in another.

Maybe there's some way he's looking to change that.

(no subject)

[mitzick.livejournal.com]

Anthony Belrose has been hiding.

He'll even admit it freely.

When he comes downstairs - "Don't look at it, 'Tick, don't look at it," - he immediately heads for the bar, and with a, "Long island tea, hold the tea, sweetheart?" he sits down with his back to the Observation Window, and resolutely does not turn around.

(no subject)

[-memnoch.livejournal.com]

There's a tomato in Memnoch's hand. It's been threatened time and time again that if it doesn't stop singing annoyingly catchy songs, it'll be Memnoch's next bloody mary.

here's a devil
there's a devil
and another little devil
fuzzy devil
funny devil
devil devil


A small choking sound.

...crap.

(no subject)

[sheila-nagig.livejournal.com]

Sheila steps over the threshold with a pot of bongardia chysogonum, and a note for Jack.

In case I don't see you, could you plant this for me? You're a lot better with the whole green fingers thing, and I'm afraid I'd just screw it up.

Love, sis.

She sets the plant and the note on the bar, and looks around.

"Anyone? You know who can look after this for me for a friend?"

And when they disappear into the bar, she just nods to herself.

"Oookay."

And she makes her way to a table to sit down and have a drink.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran Davies arrives, harp, raven jacket and all.

[Summary: Bran discusses belonging with Lilly. He shares music and stories with Jack Green.]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM, Millitimed to June 24: Jack says goodbye to Nita. Whitetext is "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Warning for breakage.]

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar. In the rafters, as a point of fact, lying full length on her front and generally watching the activities below her.

(no subject)

[aljuinn.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After The Kiss]

Julian returns to Milliways, eyes blazing...

And heads straight to the bar to procure his drink.

"Double vodka and tonic," he asks, and although he looks like he's only a young man, he most certainly isn't.

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

Upon George's return to the bar, the first thing he sees is a note from Indy addressed to himself. He hazards a guess as to it contains, and hesistates before reading it. If this were a game of chance, he'd have lost the contents of his money bags. He is utterly mistaken.

He reads the note once - uncomprehendingly.

He reads it a second time, lips moving silently - in an attempt to convince his brain what his eyes are seeing. ' Delia has returned safely '..

It takes a moment for the implication to dawn.

She diced with the Gods - the Black God certainly - perhaps even Mithros himself. And she won. He can't help but be impressed.

"By the Crooked God's teeth - that sly vixen." .

He's torn between annoyance and relief - and allows relief to dominate.

He shakes his head, and spirits feeling lighter than they have in days, heads up to his room.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: In Tom's Workroom

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is outside, having walked along the lake a while.

The purple deity is presently female-shaped, leaning on a railing, and smoking a cigarette.

Something on the lake seems to draw her attention.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace hurries out the lakeside door.

Hurrying is putting it rather mildly.

She's running full-tilt.

At the far side of the lake, there is a new object - a brand new mortar cannon, and a whole pile of firework mortars, neatly stacked. There's also the usual squibs, jibs, crackers, roman candles, fizzlers, rockets, and other assorted fireworks and firecrackers associated with the holiday. For this truly is a pyro's holiday.

(ooc: Party-posting rules apply. Anyone who wants to come is welcome. Please do not blow yourselves up. :D

Update: The pyro-mun has gone to bed, so all unresolved threads with her are slowtimed. Buuut... nothing stopping you from setting off a few fireworks of your own. Also, new and old slowtimed threads with Ace can definitely be done tomorrow.)

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

[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday. Chase reflects on Ryan's death and thinks about why he isn't a field agent anymore.]

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Serena is back... and she looks good...

Also, she seems not about to kill anyone.

Come bug her.


(*Rachel and Serena have a long talk about morals, humanity, and similar things. As usual, Rachel blames herself for Serena's actions. Serena is upset that Rachel is judgeing her without knowing the full scope of things, just like other people do to Rachel herself. Things end not too bad*)


(*Also, serena and Andres (El Vago) have a quick informal chatter.*)

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[pirate_jack]

Captain (Jack Sparrow) John "Jack" Richards walks downstairs and heads for the bar. He's worrying absently at a blue glass bead held loosely in one hand.

When he reaches the Bar, a bottle of rum appears. Jack frowns, and puts one hand on the bar.

"I'd-- is it really that important I have rum? I'd really prefer a good pint of bitter tonight..."

After a moment, the bottle fades into the bar, and is replaced by a pint glass -- and a single glass of rum, as well. Jack grins, and there's something very devilish about it.

"Very well, lass. Thank you."

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[backwardname.livejournal.com]

Campbell's around.

Just in case anyone was curious.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, drinking a glass of lemonade and gazig around the bar. He'd had enough of studying, and so left the textbook upstairs. He's in a fairly good mood, and looks like he wouldn't mind being talked to. He probably won't even lie to you!

Well, probably.

An Unexpected Entrance

[hello-cally.livejournal.com]

Westerly is still looking around his new apartment and familiarizing himself with his new place in the world when he finds that the bathroom he had meant to enter is now a bar. An unfamiliar bar. How-? How did he get here? Looking back over his shoulder, he can see the rest of his humble but clean apartment, waiting for him.

He should return; he knows this. But there is still the matter of this odd place in which he has found himself. Westerly's curiosity must be appeased.

He vaguely is thankful that he had not set his rucksack down before he found himself in this strange place. The weight of his knife, a familiar shape in his pocket, is slightly comforting as he steps forward into the crowded bar room.

His curiously accented voice is not afraid, merely curious. "Hello?"

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[adams1776.livejournal.com]

Adams walks into the bar, for once, silent, and not paying attention. He wanders to a table, and retrieves ink and paper from a bag, and writes.

[...]But the day is past. THe second day of July, 1776 will be the most memerable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It outht to be commemorated as the day of delieverance,by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized by pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, nonfires, and illuminations, from one end of thise continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.

He eventually looks up. This certainly isn't the tavern he thought it was. Not again.

[ooc: The italisized portion is a letter from John to Abigail Adams on the third of July 1776. Is not mine.]

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[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse has just been rejected.

This might explain why he's curled up in a booth drinking rather a lot of rum.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Tonight is Monday, which is nice because it means Baldrick is doing the dinners and so Gil can go off duty as soon as the lunches have been served and cleared away after. Also, the rats inform him, today is sort of special for some reason to do with being independent.

Gil reckons he can do that so he takes himself into the bar and buys himself a half of cider and a packet of cheese and onion crisps and takes them over to a quiet booth to sip and munch, hooves swinging gently, as he thinks.

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[scares-me.livejournal.com]

Jane's wandered out by the lake, carrying her book under her arm. She chooses a cmfortable place under a tree, and sits down cross-legged, opening the book in her lap. She's almost finished with it, but this doesn't mean she'd mind an interruption.

Every so often, she glances up to look at the lake, and the others outside.

[For 24-ways: Jane watches the white kitty hunt a demon rabbit.]

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty is sitting at a table in the corner, trying to improve his mood with an extra large helping of his usual drink (firewhiskey and soda with ice and slice of orange).

It's not helping.

"Kaka zaharra," he mutters to himself. "Zoaz popatik hartzera, gunslinger kabroi."

He's inherited his father's incredible gift for languages. And he reckons no-one will know what he's saying if he swears in Basque.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's on one of the couches by the fireplace.
He's got tea. Iced tea. He'd asked for the warmer kind, so he suspects this is Bar's idea of a joke.
He's also got his notebook; the other other shoe dropped the other night, and he's still trying to process it, and figure out what (if anything) to tell Roger.
So far he's spent more time staring into space than he has actually doing anything, but every now and then he looks down and writes something.
To the sounds of iced tea being stirred.

(OOC: Please, no one he hasn't already met tonight. He's not in the most social of moods.)

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[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra sits in a booth.

She idly stirs her plain tea with a silver teaspoon.

Her book today is about lions.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar again. She's in more normal clothes, it would seem that she has won the fight of non-patriotic clothing, although, for some reason, she's still wearing the flag headscarf. However, she's staring oddly at a small action figure. Might want to ask her what's up.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

The door opens and two people step through, arms full of shopping bags. The taller one has a look on his face that's just daring somebody to say something. They deposit the bags by a near by booth and then dart back out the door, only to return again with still more stuff, and a baby carrier. Setting her load of stuff on the floor and the carrier inside the booth, the woman drops into the opposite seat and scrunches up against the wall, leaving room for the man to join her.

She yawns. It's exhausting work lugging several weeks' worth of purchases from one dimension to another.

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[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Gamble wanders downstairs from his room. He's suffering from his usual period of insommnia. He heads to the bar for a cup of coffee.

"Irish coffee, please"

The coffee comes up and he takes the mug as he heads to a booth. He sits and takes a small notebook out of his pocket.

Bored...don't know what to do. Tired, but can't sleep. This sucks.

Come talk to him before the boredom kills him.

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[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako enters the bar, and she does not look terribly Ako-like.

Her hair is smoothed back, her jewelry is subdued, and most of all...she isn't smiling.

Tony is resolutely Not Communicating with Nita. Avoidance by iPod, liek wo.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

There’s a woman relaxing in a booth with an iPod and a strawberry daiquiri.

The woman occasionally opens her eyes to raise an eyebrow at the musical selection, before leaning her head back again, deciding to give the music a try.

It’s really not that bad.

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[noattachments]

Kate's in a booth, nursing a Budweiser as her eyes wander around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of Milliways. Even if she's been here for a week or so now, it's still taking some getting used to.

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sam thinks. It hurts after a while, so she goes and gets alcohol. Angsty. Sort of.]

Sam sat at a booth, much like the one last night, but this time without cookies and milk, which has been replaced by a Born on the 4th of July. She just sat there, her face not very expressive, like she's still thinking, but would rather not be.

Come and talk if you want.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting at the bar, coffee cup in hand, looking deeply thoughtful.

She is thinking about whether it is worth it to get sunglasses in order to cover her purple eyes. She has a vague feeling she would look rather silly in them - but on the other hand, the purple eyes feel rather odd as well. It is a dilemma.*

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[gone_byebye]

Ray all but bounces into the Bar through the front door. He's wearing a white T-shirt that says 'USA' in large block letters; the U is red, the S white, and the A quite dark blue. Below the letters, in white on a black oval, is a rather smaller '1776'. The smell of cordite and other chemistry follows him like a caboose follows a train.

Care to guess what the friendly neighborhood Ghostbuster's been doing today in New York City?

OOM

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Angry!Bonnie helps Female!Tony. Next day, Bonnie ends up curled up with Karr, as she should.]

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[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Connor is outside again, with his bow and quiver. The difference this time, though, is he's there as -Connor-, and not as Green Arrow. He got grabbed before dinner again, so he decided to make the most of it and get some practice in.

But he hasn't started yet. Even though the targets are set up, he's sitting crosslegged on the ground, his eyes closed. Sometimes a little meditation is due first...

Especially when one has had such turmoil in their mind as he has lately. Not that it was -bad- turmoil. Just... confusing.

Hmm.

He might not look it, but he actually would appreciate some interruption.

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[gramarye1971]

Mikage is standing at the bar, thinking carefully. He knows he will end up ordering tea, but as far as reading material goes....

'If it is not too much trouble,' he asks, very politely, 'would you be good enough to provide me with a cup of tea, and a book on...physics, perhaps? Or astronomy?'

There is a pause, and then the teacup (complete with the obligatory floating rose petal) and a rather thick textbook appear on the bar at the same time. The title on the book's cover and spine reads Virtual Star Embryology.

Mikage suppresses a sigh - do none of the books in this place have simple titles? But he takes both book and teacup, and heads over to the observation window to watch the stars die.