(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam was supposed to be outside, or doing something with friends, or reading...anything but what she was doing: drinking a Budweiser and eating a plate of nachos.

Come and talk to her.

(no subject)

[prettymaids]

*Drusilla comes downstairs, and heads to the bar. She orders a glass of blood and goes to a table. Come say hi and cheer up her miserable mun. Please?*

Summary: In which Dru meets Andres El Puppy and fellow psychic Johnny Smith, tells Ophelia that she is sane and that Spike is back, and is reunited with Columbia.

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

OoM-sometime before Moiraine entered tonight

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is at the bar, with white tea and soup and bread.

[OOC summary: Alain talks to Wash about the Beam-dream (slowtimed), and meets Chuchu. Whose sulking has no effect on him, say sorry.]

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Delia/Josiane - adultish content before FTB]

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

You might notice a puppy slink by, on the way to a distant corner. If he looks broken, it is probably because he is.
He just had a run in with Q

He pads slowly to the corner, tail between his legs, head hanging almost to the ground. The sword belt is clutched weakly in his teeth as he drags it behind him. This whole day has been a blow to his pride, and this was just the straw that broke the camels back. Or the dogs spirit in this case.

He lays down, head flat on the floor and fails, absolutely miserably, at disappearing. Isn't that the way it usually goes.

One broken puppy. One sword. One corner. No company.

Have some pity on a poor little fluffy puppy.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri's outside practicing.

Not lightsaber forms like she usually does, but one of Master Skywalker's old exercises... one he said Master Yoda used to make him do on Dagobah.

Which is why if you look in her direction you'll see a girl doing a handstand, blonde hair tumbling down toward the grass because she forgot to tie it back. There's a look of intense concentration on her face as a handful of small, smooth stones swirl in slow arcs around her body, carried on the currents of the Force.

Slowly and very, very carefully, she shifts her weight so that she is balanced on one hand- the left. Her right arm lifts until it is parallel to the ground, fingers splayed and waving very slightly as the stones float past them.


Feel free to come break her concentration. She could use a break.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

A whir of servos, a hum of an engine and some gentle thumps can be heard coming down the stairs.

Naraht is decending in his Dendromys vehicle with breakfast on his mind.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is by the lake, following some really strange new twist in his brain. Angua has complained about his smell and as he is rather self-conscious at the moment and wants to bring out the best in himself, he decided to take another bath. The second in his life, the first ever taken voluntarily. He's not so sure he wants that, though. So he is always advancing the bank- and retreating. Advancing- retreating. Somebody help him decide, please!

[OOC: Mun is heading for work and will have to slowtime, but is already to addicted to go without posting. Sorry, I'll try to detox soon]

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry sits at the Bar, drinking his morning tea. He's just a little tense, but otherwise reasonably close to calm.

And for some reason, he's wearing a fanny pack. One that looks a bit heavy.

[ooc: In theory, I should be getting busy today, so slowtime etc. possible.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

It's morning. Ray's awake. And badly in need of the kind of coffee that makes the silverware slink off and hide in a corner.

With sugar.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is outside, in the garden, with a glass of iced coffee, and a basket of crystals in which he rummages, very, very slowly and seriously.

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( The one with the poltergeist... )


[Waffles in 134: Something is seriously awry in the suite. An unexplained mess and mysterious marbles are investigated while Mel surreptitiously heals Mike's ribs. Guest starring: Ace Hunter. Waffles in 134 is brought to you by Hershey's Chocolate Chips, Smucker's Strawberry Preserve, 3M™ hard hats and Mattel]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy and Mitzi are in the bar, at a booth. On the table is a very small baby chick, just a few hours old, which Mitzi has under her wing to keep warm whilst it dries off completely.

"Mitzi, we can't keep it."
'Yes we can. It's my son.'
"No we can't. It's a chicken. There isn't room in the house and I'm not even supposed to keep you there."
'And I'm going to call it Xzygk, that's a nice name for a boy. And I'm going to teach him to fly when he's big enough, and he can learn to speak flamingo as well as chicken. He can be bilingual.'
"Mitz, neither of us know how to look after Zizee... whatever it was. He needs to be with other chickens."

Mitzi isn't listening, instead squawking away to the poor confused baby bird, who now thinks it's a flamingo.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Gorlim's in the bar. He has a sword. He's looking for fairies. He won't HURT them much. But he wants his Andres back. The dog thing? IT GETS OLD. He doesn't like it when people upset his friends.

Also he's kind of wondering where his wife is.*

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*What's Garion doing up when he doesn't have a shift anymore and his beautiful wife is still asleep in their bed?

Reading. Strange strange boy.

What is he reading? The Mrin Codex...because he's thinking there might be something he missed that might give him a clue as to what he's doing here. The bar was kind enough to give him a copy.

He's also muttering...because it's the Mrin Codex. Anyone who's read it knows why he's muttering.*

Did you really...had for breakfast...pig merchant...stupid...garg...

*Please distract him before he blows something up.*

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly in a bar with coffee.

(no subject)

[v---ger.livejournal.com]

V'ger inna bar.

It seems to be thinking. Which means it's standing perfectly still in a corner, shedding motes of light. It looks a bit like one of those fancy lamps you see at Wal-Mart or Sharper Image -- the ones you put your fingers on and bolts of purple lightening cling to them.

(no subject)

[eilinel.livejournal.com]

*See, here's Gorlim's wife. Following him at a very, very long distance, in from Tirith.*

This place again.

*It might upset her, it might not.*

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn strolled by the lake and looked out across the expanse of the grounds. People kept telling her this was a strange place, but she hadn't seen it yet. Apart from all the talk of magic it had seemed normal to her. It was quiet and that bothered her. It would never have registered with her before, but today she was bored and a twinge of loneliness had sneaked in too.

She had only been here two days and already this place was changing her. After all she'd allowed herself to drink with a complete stranger last night. Besides, the others would never look for here here. Maybe this was just the new beginning she needed.

[OOC: Second day in the Bar! Hurrah! Feel free to bother Aeryn she's feeling quite open and relaxed today and her mun is bored.]

(no subject)

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

There's a dining car in the bar, still.

It's fairly easy to get bored if you need neither sleep nor food. She'd love to talk to someone to take her mind off things.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

After finishing her last lightsaber drill, Jaina takes a seat by the edge of the lake. She's debating between going for a swim or returning in doors to run some flight sims. Both would be a welcome alternative to her current activity; dwelling on the events of the past few days. She probably wouldn't be opposed to a bit of chat either.

Bartending!

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire steps behind the bar and smiles. For all her negative feelings about this place lately none of them have to do with the actual Bar herself, or her job. She's missed bartending.

She goes about cleaning and straightening, taking the time to set out a few things her friends always seem to need when she's working. Chocolate for Ace, a mint julep for Asar-Suti, et cetera. When she's done with that a letter pops up for her from Indy. Smirking, she quickly jots down a reply and sets it on the bar, watching it disappear.

Satisfied, she glances around at the patrons gathered around and asks, "Can I get anybody anything?"




[[OOC: slowtime, plz, ta!]]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie slouches downstairs and stops at the bar for a bit, before going to one of the back tables. He's got his battered guitar case with him, of course--most days he doens't go ten feet without it--but also a small box-like white object he found in other-Charlie's room.

It is not, alas, a Gameboy. He's still trying to figure out what it actually is.

(no subject)

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

Erin is in the bar on her lunch break. Tuna fish sandwich, lemonade—simple lunch. She has a newspaper and is seated at a booth.

Right now, she’s looking at the classified ads.

She also has a few pieces of computer paper nearby. Each paper has an online listing for various jobs.

She’s searching.

(no subject)

[that-blond-guy.livejournal.com]

So once there was a guy, in an entrance to the bar. It's a tale as old as time itself, one that -never- grows old. Since it never grows old, why don't we tell it again?

So a blond teenager walks into a bar, and he stops in the doorway and stares. There's really nothing else left to do, he didn't expect to be here. However, he gets over it soon enough, and struts into the bar. Why? Because he's too curious to be startled.

And even though he's usually the kind to stop the cliches, he just can't help muttering something about Kansas. Except this one seems to involve Batman somehow, instead of Toto. Interesting.

"So what the heck is this, then?" He queries, pretending he'd never done such a thing. Maybe somebody will be close enough to answer. It'd be appreciated.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam's at the bar instead of his corner. No coffee, and he's got a gin and tonic instead of his cider. Every time he takes a sip, he makes a face.*

(no subject)

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako is in the bar.

She has tea, and a pensive expression.

Come speak to her, especially if you are ill.

Patient Zero (plot) - Summary in content

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

There's a kitsune at the bar. A different one, see? She's reading notes from a palm pilot, and eating california rolls, with a dish of eda-mame on the side. With the occassional sniffle, but Laini's distracted by what she's reading, silver fox tail twitching behind her.

((Summary: Logan meets up with Laini, and after talking, flirting and a fade to black up to her room, its a good guess the poor guy is really going to catch what she has. In another millitime altogether, Tom runs into Laini. Slowtime!))

(no subject)

[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

Princess down in the bar.
In jeans and tshirt, again.
She sits at the bar sipping at a beer and looking bored.

(no subject)

[obligatoryass]

Logan. In bar. Eating large quantities of chili cheese fries and drinking a very large and unspiked Coke.

Come say hi. He's not feeling unusually snarky.

((OOC: Mun will be in and out until about 4:30 Eastern time, and then will be at work, and a bit more regular.))

Summary: Logan and Penny meet, discuss band-aids, groupies, travel, and marriage. Logan and Behrooz dance around a lot of issues; Behrooz tells Logan about witness protectioning and a little about his family, and they talk about how they feel sort of farther away from their troubles at Milliways, only not really.

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is in the bar. As usual, he is engrossed in a book. A bowl of grasshoppers sits next to him.

If you ask nicely, he'll share.

(no subject)

[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Foaly's in the bar, looking nervous and fidgety. He's got a sack of Stuff with him. His tinfoil hat is noticably shaped like an army helmet. He seems to be looking for someone, but is easily distractable.

[ooc: mun will have to go to slowtime in about a half hour, but will be around later this evening.]

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: Bad dreams and worries at night.]

Inyri sits at Bar, head on her top, a cup of caff beside her. She looks pale and peckish, like someone who didn't get much, if not any sleep the night before.

She is also waiting for something else to materialize, so talk to her while she waits.

(no subject)

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

Venus is sitting down indian style in front of the main door. Glaring. "Open up, damn you. I'm missing class! I have to study for my entrance exams! Do you hear me?! I want to study! The world is ending!"


The door seems to be deaf.


"...you're related to Pluto, aren't you?"


Nothing.


"Fancy meeting a sexy Time Gate? I hear she hasn't gotten laid in a couple million years."

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. Again. Is anyone really surprised by this notion? Probably not. However, she has the same action figure on her table that she's had for the past few days. She seems to have developed a strange attachment to it. She's leaning back in her chair, and looking completely relaxed, reading. Feel free to burst her bubble.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

A small white blur comes tearing down the stairs and across the room, probably causing all sorts of havoc with the wind of its passing and its general lack of respect for anyone's personal boundaries whatsoever. And Steph comes racing after it, looking a wee bit on the frazzled side.

"Krypto! Get back here! I don't even think they allow dogs in the bar!"

Krypto ignores her completely, and Steph sighs, and gives chase again. "I'm going to kill Superboy," she mutters.


Krypto is a Dog of Steel and much stronger than an ordinary dog; also, he is affectionate and licky and bouncy like mad. And he flies. [/info for anyone who wants to tag] :D

A Horta on a Mission.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht glides up to the Bar. A fair amount of steam and vapor is coming off of him. But this is not the steam and vapor of his laughter. Instead of being light and clean smelling, this is darker colored and acrid, a sign that he is keeping his acid glands quiescent by sheer willpower alone.

He is not a happy Horta. This is the picture of an outraged silicon-based lifeform.

"Excuse me, Bar," he says. The voder relayes his emotion well. "But I need to speak with a member of Security at the earliest possible opportunity. Where might I find one?"

(no subject)

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

*Slack's in the bar. Well, technically she always is, because she's Bound ... but right now she's actually in the bar proper, having a Strega.*



*And eyeing a newspaper from 1992. That was a long time ago.*

(no subject)

[platonicowgirl.livejournal.com]

*The front door creaks open, and a short, grey-haired, kind-eyed woman steps in.

She grins, and her face is suddenly a lot more mischievous than it looked at first glance.

She closes the door on a sunny day in Walla Walla, and goes to Bar for a drink.*

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is out on the grass by the lake, enjoying the sunshine.

This is the closest to real sun he's had since Gilead.

(no subject)

[noattachments]

After talking with Claire, Kate walks over to an empty with a glass of water and a cookie.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar.

He looks ticked off.

His Tarot cards are floating (yes, we did say floating) around him, swirling occasionally.

The dream

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn opened her eyes. She was lying on the cold hard floor of Milliways bar. She had been in her room upstairs, how had she gotten here? She had been dreaming and had fallen. That still didn't explain how she had ended up in the bar on the floor, but this was a very unusual place.

She had a slight suspicion that her dream and subsequent fall had something to do with her earlier conversation.

She should have know better than to converse with men wearing strange rippling robes. Furthermore her head felt like someone had landed the Prowler on it. Aeryn stood up and flexed her muscles experimently, nothing was broken.

She wondered just how often dreaming women fell from the ceiling in Milliways.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer is sitting at the bar wearing a rather loud Hawaiian shirt.

It's laundry day. Give him a break.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, a half-eaten sandwich next to him, leaning over his textbook and attempting to do Calculus he knows is too advanced for him as a form of distraction. Though it's really just working to make his brain hurt. A lot. And given his paper is almost completley marked up with things that seem to devolve into doodling, it seems to be a futile effort, as well.

He'd probably appreciate a less painful distraction. Though any distraction is welcome.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet enters the bar common, walking first to the door, trying to open it. When she can't, a huge smile appears on her face. Apparently she wants to be bound. She goes next to the bar, ordering a milkshake, as usual, along with french fries. And then she takes a seat at a table. She's definitely willing to have company.

(no subject)

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter's in the bar, reading. No telling how long he's been there. His threadbare, no-colour clothes have been replaced--courtesy of the Bar--by new trainers, blue jeans, a blue short-sleeved shirt, and a light blue windbreaker. His blackthorn wand is sticking out of his right-hand pocket; the lightsaber is, as usual, attached to his belt.

(no subject)

[down-with-oil.livejournal.com]

It had been a hard day at work. Trying to convince not only firefighters, but paramedics that their petroleum-wasting cars were doing more harm to the people they were rescuing was a hard concept to get across. So, seeking some philisophical vindication for his oil-based situation, Tommy zipped himself up in the black bag to work out his problems.

Fuck it He thought as he found himself back at milliways, Maybe there'll be someone here to talk to. So Tommy sauntered up to bar, and tried to rub/pat/coax a beer out of the thing in anyway he could.

(no subject)

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Hey look, Speedster in the bar! And....Oh, my. Thats not right, is it? Barts a much smaller sppedster. And younger. He's not this older man, with the bulging muscles and scarlet outfit. But Bart indeed it is.

"-and so I'm going to have to ask you not to cast spells of that sort inside the...."

Bart pauses, taking in his surrondings.

"Did you do this?"

He looks behind him, but theres no one there. Damn. And then he looks around again. This isn't right. He blurs, heading out the back door. No, not right at all.

"Where's the race track? Where are the apartments? "

Finally, he blurs again, and is standing back in front of the door with a certain book in hand.

"Lets see what y spoilers have to... Oh... nerts. Time travel. I thought I'd gotten over that."

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Nymphadora Tonks is seated at the Bar, nursing a strawberry milkshake and reading. Her slightly-rounded belly is just beginning to peek out from between the waist of her skirt and the hem of her tank top, and she idly swings her legs, flip-flops dangling from her toes.

She seems to be reading a book on grief in children.



Bit hard to be excited about your new baby when it's breaking your daughter's heart.*

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti leaves a package with a note with the bar, to be given to David Talbot or Amadeo Mayhew, whoever turns up first.

( To David or Amadeo )

Then, the purple god goes upstairs to the library.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony has a nightmare. Warning for rape and suicide. Later, Tony goes out for a swim and encounters someone he just didn't want to see. Awkwardness makes a weak bid for thread rule before angst takes over. ]

Tony’s not having a good day. For a character on “24,” this is business as usual. Doesn’t make the negativity of this particular day any worse for Tony. Coming in from the lake, he walks upstairs to pull some clothes over his bikini, and returns to the bar wearing capris and his usual green hoodie. When he sits at the bar, a chocolate milkshake appears.

“Don’t like chocolate,” he mutters. The milkshake doesn’t budge. Tony shrugs and pulls the shake closer to him, taking a sip.

For a chocolate milkshake it isn’t all that bad.

And instead of Cosmopolitan, Bar gives him the Chicago Tribune.

“Thanks.”

(no subject)

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

Shannon is in the bar, idly paging through a fashion magazine. It doesn't seem to be entertaining her all that much, as she keeps tapping distracted and highly irritating rhythms on the table.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Well, not really out of Milliways. Out of the main bar? but that would be OOTMB.... which is just ugly. so, OOM: Tims is in the cells. Come and visit him. He's a good talker. Sometimes. Or, you know, if yu want to yell at him, thats cool too.))

Global Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's behind the Bar again, chalking up this week's specials. It's another theme night, with extra specials, but hopefully not as dangerous as last week's game of 'Taunt the Endless.'

Happy Hour Specials:

European
South of the Border
African Lullaby
American Dream
Mandarin Sunrise
Foster's Beer
Penguino

Groovy. He turns around and faces the bar. "Welcome to Milliways, everyone. Tonight's special is the continents of Earth. Globes are available from the Bar for reference, if you're from out of this world. Or that world, seeing as we're nowhere anymore. Well, regardless, Happy Hour's open. Come'n get it."

[OOC: Closed early on account of everyone wrapped with me already and I'm tired.]

(no subject)

[elastimom.livejournal.com]

Helen enters the bar and sits down, brushing down her super uniform. She does hate it when a megolmaniac that wants to take over the world interupts dinner. She orders a glass of wine and sits down, wanting to relax a bit before bedtime.

She left Vi with the boys, and Bob was still cleaning up the mess. She needed to get away.

Please feel free to distract her.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam still didn't go out like she was supposed to.

She's becomming the expert on procrastination. But, she's doing something other than drinking and eating! She's got The Shins on, headphones up, and she's reading a book. Well, "reading" a book. She's thinking. About how what Dr. Venkman told her yesterday...and about how everytime "Mel" and "Andrew" are in the same sentence, people get really ansty.

Sam sighed and turned the volume up on the music a bit more, and turned around in the booth she was sitting in, so she was stretched out in the seat.

Come and poke, if you like.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is out, about, and looking for trouble. In other words, he's doing what he usually does. His scanner flickering back and forth rapidly, KARR hums to himself as he drives along, dodging people and tables as he looks for anything that might catch his interest.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

There's a young man sitting out at the stone wall, asleep.

Probably been out there for some time, judging by the sunburn on his face.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace.

In a bar.

By the fire.

Making a list.

And being good.

...

This alone is cause for concern.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

A very pensive Shelley is sitting in an armchair with a cup of tea.

She doesn't look like she'll mind company... unless your name is Mouse, in which case she will hide.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is in the bar. He's jittery. And not sure if taking a bath in the lake has been such a good idea, after all. He's probably smelling worse from being a little wet still. But he's clean at least. Dreadful experience, though. Anyone here to comfort him? Or keep mocking him for his smell?

My job... my life... my curse...

[i_vanquish_evil]

...is to vanquish evil.

Yeah, rather pretentious sounding. Not much I can do about that... it's what I do. Apparently, I also talk to myself.


Van Helsing finds a semi-remote table in the bar to sit and listen to the music David gave him the other night. He's still trying to decide if he likes it or not. It's... interesting, but he's still deciding. At least he's wearing somewhat modern-looking clothing while listening to an iPod, though the hat would be an interesting accessory.

(no subject)

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Well, heres a face that hasn't been seen in a while. A certain evil speedster with blond hair, he's just hanging around in bar, sipping a vanilla milkshake. And thats part of what makes him so evil I mean, come on, vanilla? Not chocolate? Gotta be truly evil. Thad glances up from the book he's reading, watching a certain scarlet form elsewhere in the bar, then returns to his reading with a satisfied smirk. So predictable, these heros.

(no subject)

[whatawonder.livejournal.com]

There is a young girl in short shorts and a tank top dangling from the rafters. Shes got her lkasso out, and one foot is all thats keeping her from falling. A flick of the wrist and the golden rope sails across the bar, wrapping around another rafter. She pushes off, and swings easily through the air, arms outstretched. she almost hits the ground as shes retightening the lasso, but pulls in at the last moment, sending her upwards again. She lets the lasso hang as she takes to the air, flying easily. Shes missed this.

ow.

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm comes down the stairs, white-knuckling the rail. He's looking a little...pale.

Wait, no, he's looking green.

Well, ok, actually he's looking completely hung-over.

He walks v-e-r-y carefully to the bar, and sits down.

Glenmorangie is not *always* his friend.


But do feel free to say hi. Maybe you can distract him from the pain.

(no subject)

[what-stench.livejournal.com]

"ARRRROOOOOO!"

With that hunting call, Sir Dydimus has returned to Milliways, riding his cowardly steed like a bat out of hell.

"Thats far enough Ambrosius! We have enough room to charge the enemy now!


And yet the dog refuses to slow down.

"Ambrosius! Turn about I say! We are two, while they are only a few paltry hundred! These demonic creatures will fall before my stout spear! Ambrosius!"

Sir D hops off his steed as it starts upstairs, glaring after it angirly with his one good eye.

"Coward!"

(no subject)

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*See that barstool at the far end of the bar, in the corner? The one that John is sitting on at this very moment? The one that lets you have your back to the wall and still keep an eye on both the front door and the kitchen door?  That's John's barstool.  It was "his" when he was here before, and now it's "his" again.  *

*If it was "yours" in the interim, you could come by and try to apprise him of that fact.  If, that is, you're willing to take the consequences.*

*Or you could just stop by to say hello.  There are consequences to that as well, but they're probably not so bad.   Probably.*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits on a table near the front door, once more studying one of Thom's books. Between paragraphs, she glances around the room with a calm, almost bored look in her eye. It's a look she spent years cultivating.*

(no subject)

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

Smeagol inna bar, under a table, with tea. Not really doing anything special.

Well, he's drawing, but it's not much in the way of art, per say. It's more like plans, actually. For a house. If houses went underground. Which, in his culture, they do.

And he's got his pipe, so a trail of smoke is issuing from beneath the table.

(no subject)

[of-all-blood.livejournal.com]

The figure that came down the stairs looked as if he could use more time up them, in his room, but he was downstairs. And he had only barely bothered to dress. Luck kept dark circles from beneath his eyes, but it couldn't hide a bone-deep weariness. He seated himself at the bar and leaned against it. He should consume... something. The bar offered Solindish red.

He sipped it. But then he leaned his arms on the bar's surface, his head to his arms. What was it when one knew a place away from home to be so much more welcoming?

(no subject)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice is outside shooting things.

Only not really, as that isn't safe. What she's really doing with her gun is practicing her repetition using a stopwatch she got from the Bar. How many times a minute can she pull that trigger? One two three four five six seven eight--

The sun's sinking lower in the sky; she doesn't have long.

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[kidontheraft.livejournal.com]

You know who hasn't been in Milliways in a long time? Timmy. You know why this is? Because he has suffered a deep and grievous humiliation, that's why. And as per the stages of humiliation, he has entered the "blinding rage" part, and is ready to asphyxiate people until he feels better. He's thinking he'll asphyxiate some more people after that, in celebration. He'll feel better soon.

Even though his raft has very pretty girly eyes done on it in black permanent marker.

(no subject)

[blue_eyed_lord]

The Black Rider is sitting at the bar with a glass of red wine working his way through the works of Euripides. The current play under his perusal is Medea. Feel free to disturb him from reveling in the devious plots of a vicious woman.

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[hablospanglish.livejournal.com]

A girl has come downstairs.

A very . . . pretty girl. With large . . . tracts of land.

"Ay, dios mio!" she exclaims, putting a hand to her delicately heaving bosom. "El ristorante!" Margarita looks about, her pretty eyes wide with wonder, and asks of the bar at large "Donde esta el porn?"

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[gone_byebye]

Ray's spent most of the day at a table with a bunch of wires, diagrams, and sheets of paper covered in schematics. Somewhere along the way, the urge to clean up overtook him, and he gathered his things together and vanished upstairs.

Now he's back, and he's got dinner, but he's ignoring it in favor of poking at an old 35-millimeter camera with screwdrivers.

Well, at least he looks happy. And the green stuff he usually gets isn't crawling out of his glass or anything.

[Summary: Grown-up Bart shows up to chat with Ray about the future and families and stuff like that. Liz Imbrie sees Ray tinking with the camera and comes around to see what she can find out about it, even though the man is patently nuts. And Malcolm shows up, gets some PKE scanning done, and briefly gets his arm stuck through a table.]

The parasol is back

[deadlyparasol.livejournal.com]

And so is its owner.

It's a few days after Amelia's first foray into the Bar, and her return is much less disconcerting.

She's stopped to talk to a few people, but now she's alone, and surveying the Bar. Wondering if either of her children will make an appearance tonight.

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[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door, looking rather frazzled - opening night's coming closer, and she's been on her feet all day, quite literally.

She sits down at the bar stool, closes her eyes, drains the cup of coffee that has appeared in front of her in what is probably a record-beating time, and opens violet eyes again, with a luxurious sigh. Every so often it's nice to have a break.*

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[agirllost]

Kim's sitting in a booth with a milkshake and a basket of fries. No, it's not healthy.

But at the moment she doesn't really care. She also might be wondering what's going on with some of her friends.

[ooc: Summary for 24-ways - Logan and Kim talk about secrets and Nita informs Kim about the upcoming healing of Jack and that she should carry around a piece of iron. Kim is invited to the healing and then Nita and Kim go off to Jack's room.]

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There's a Horta in the bar.

An unhappy Horta. Brooding over the unfairness of near omnipotent beings playing merry hell with people's lives on a whim.

But don't let the cloud of acrid steam hovering over him stop you. Come try to jolly him out of the dumps.

Elaine's Adventure in Los Angeles continues...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

OOM: Two weeks out, at the beach.

OOM: Elaine, dreaming, nearly a month out.

OOM: Mid-August, 2003--A day with a friend.

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Ed bounces down the stairs. She is bouncing around the bar. Feel free to be all mean and grownup and tell her to behave.*

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders in from upstairs.

He's... totally wearing a bright orange flightsuit. It is not flattering. (Tragically, the mun has lost her lovely entertaining Luke-in-flightsuit icon, so you will just have to take the entrance post's word for it.)

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Serena. Sitting on a chair. By the fire...

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

"Bar, may I have something calming?"

Lord Peter Wimsey, second son of the fifteenth Duke of Denver, uncle of the Viscount Saint-George, landlord of half of London's suburbs, authority on incunabulae and homicide and cricket blue for Oxford in 1911, plays piano for a living.

His brother, the Sixteenth Duke, would probably hang his head in shame, but Peter is not at all put out by it. After all, whatever a Wimsey does is the proper thing.

He is playing now, Vivaldi by the sound of it. His clothing is tidy, sleeves rolled up, hair sleeked back, tip jar discreet but visible.

Why not make a request?

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

[OOM: In Room ∞-1, last night -- something is different.]

Mikage is at a table by the observation window, reading from a thick book titled Earth As a Character Gallery that is propped up against his teapot.

He had asked for a full pot instead of a single cup of tea. And the bar had provided it for him, complete with teacup, a small bowl with cubes of white and raw sugar, and a little carton of milk.

He doesn't take sugar with his tea. Or milk. And he had not asked for either. But the bar is courteous, so perhaps it is a trifle out of the ordinary that the bar had provided them for him.

Even so, it might be a trifle odd that while three of the four sides of the milk carton are blank, there is a slightly fuzzy photograph on the fourth side, the side that is facing away from him.

The words 'HAVE YOU SEEN ME?' are printed above the photograph in neat black type.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

There is once again a human Andres inna bar. He is looking for the people he ran into as a dog, to let them know he's doing better.

He would welcome other visitors however, and the fact that he is wandering around in nothing but a towel around the lower half of his body may be taken as encouragement to approach.

Come on, ask him what happened. He just might blush at you. Then again he might snark. That's the price you pay for having a half naked Antonio Banderas Andres Bejerano wandering around the bar.

((ooc: If you want the changing back thread links let mun know.))

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, Mitzi and small chicken in a booth.
"For the last time. We can't keep the chick. We can't look after him properly."
Mitzi glares at Guppy furiously, closes her eyes and glows.
Now there is a pint-glass sized Guppy.
"Shrinking me is not a means of negotiation. Turn me back right now!"

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[hello-cally.livejournal.com]

Westerly's second entrance into the bar is startling, though not as startling as the first, for now he knows where he is. The darkly-tanned young man does not trust this place that snatches him from his apartment seemingly at whim.

Westerly's dark eyes still hold that wariness that clearly says Newcomer as he takes a seat at the bar and orders a cup of strong, dark coffee.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is in the bar still. Sometimes outside, sometimes inside. The little dog is wearing a big sign:

 I'm looking for Xanth. Please help!


He looks anxious and is all the time checking his sourroundings, like he's ready to dash off at any time.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel, with a book better classified as a weapon, tylenol for the headache, thick fuzzy sweater of comfort, and a glass of something or other...

It's a pretty good something or other.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia's in a more out-of-the-way corner than usual, tonight. She's barely left her room since finally coming in from the lake, after she suddenly changed back from wolf form. She's eating quietly, hoping no one notices her. There is a half-knitted blanket on the table next to her, in blended forest tones*

[OOM: Atreyu and Cynric, in Cynric's room]

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After speaking separately to Asar-Suti, Cynric and Atreyu are reunited despite the fulfilling of Cynric's prophecy. Warning: Slash, but nothing explicit. Millitimed to Wednesday morning.]

(no subject)

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

In her usual booth, there is a very tired and rather worried Nefret.

She's not quite sure what she's worried about, though. Probably another dream she just doesn't quite remember.

The London Times crossword is, for now, keeping her attention.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam's outside, for the first time! It's dark yes, but she doesn't care, she's sitting against the back wall, looking at the stars.

She's taking the advice given to her and doing something other than just sitting around and drinking. She has her headphones on, listening to The Shins still...contemplating how much energy it would use to get up and dig out that Frou Frou CD that Andrew mentioned.

Come and poke her if you want.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph enters the main bar from the Staff Hallway. After grabbing a beverage of some sort, he then grabs a seat.

See? You bought the whole seat, but only needed the edge.*

OOM

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

(Movie Night strikes again: In which Jane watches Mark's movie, and also meets Angel. Millitimed to... somewhen as explained before the fic starts.)

(no subject)

[fantome-d-opera.livejournal.com]

For the first time in quite a while the door to the featureless grey room opens.

Opera cloak swirling about his ankles, Erik enters and heads toward the piano.

He flexes his fingers, and launches into playing without warming up, any expression he might have covered by the white leather of his mask.

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[simon_doctor]

...And now it's the next day.

It's doubtful if anybody noticed the two figures sleeping it off in a booth near the bar, but either nobody tried to rouse them or nobody succeeded.

Simon's leaning against the padded seatback, his head slightly canted to one side, his hair falling over his closed eyes. Kaylee's head is pillowed on his shoulder, and she's smiling in her sleep.