Jul. 10th, 2005

[identity profile] animation-inc.livejournal.com
Grumpy Vampire Executioner.

She's lounging in a booth, a plate on the table a glass in her hand, a book on her stomach. Watching the bar interestedly she seems to just be..on a even keel tonight.

Take a stick, poke her with it.
[identity profile] horseblanket.livejournal.com
There's a Sheila lounging on a sofa.

Trying not to smell anything, because she's just got bad luck, like that.

And looks otherwise rather miserable.
[identity profile] skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com
A little while ago, Svava left. Out the front door, with Astarael.

Now she returns, slipping in the front door, shutting it behind her, and looking around the bar. The bottom of her skirt is wet, from the knees down.
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[personal profile] undignified
It's...Wes! Well, who else were you expecting?

At the bar. Glass of Whyren's. And...an Ewok action figure.

Who needs verbs?

[ooc: mun is trying to write. mun is failing to write. mun wants/needs distraction, but might slowtime if inspiration hits.]
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[personal profile] velocitygirl
Inyri's inna bar. Looking very depressed, which isn't right, she should be happy.

But...two weeks...She closes her eyes and props herself up on Bar with her hand, before opening her eyes again to stare at the glass of Whyren's before her.

Come and try to cheer her up maybe.
[identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
*Aziraphael's sitting in a booth with a crossword and a pot of tea, although he appears to be decorating the crossword rather than filling it in.

It's possible, at some point, that he'll notice that colouring in squares is not entirely helpful in these situations*
[identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
Jason sitting on the floor, watching out the observation windows. He seems lost in thought, or maybe just in amazement of the dying stars.
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[personal profile] badinlatin
((OOM: Lilly visits Serenity, with many events to follow. Co-starring Petrie and FF crew.))
[identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
*Gorlim's in the bar. In the rafters, as it happens. He sits up there with one foot dangling precariously. He's watching the universe end. Again. He's been doing this for quite some time now.

He seems almost disturbingly happy about it.*
[identity profile] transgenic-max.livejournal.com
Max wanders in from somewhere outside, faint anger radiating from her like heat from a fire. Her gaze sweeps the room once, quickly. Whatever she finds, or doesn't, she's disappointed. After a moment, she makes her way to a booth, curling up against the side wall of it. People-watching again.
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[personal profile] steadfastknight
Sitting at the bar, there was an AI. The AI was reading quite intently - something he had written not so long before.

He seemed, all in all, rather at peace with himself, even with most all of his scars on his arms visible.
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash
Rachel drifts in, literally, she's floating about an inch off the floor, and settles at the bar. She's just looking for quiet really, hoping to unwind just enough to go home and sleep well, hopefully with no alarms going off at four in the morning.

The Bar gives her something blue to drink, which is a little odd in her book but okay...
[identity profile] grimy-brian.livejournal.com
*Brian's in the corner, doing the macarena.

Brian has no reason. Brian needs no reason*
[identity profile] el-vago.livejournal.com
Andres is awake and in the bar because he found that he was unable to sleep. Being angry, and worrying about your friends will do that to you. It also doesn't help that his room has been feeling very lonely the past few days.

He should, by all rights, be pretty unhappy right now, but he has coffee, and is entertaining himself with thoughts of Q as an insect. A very flat insect. So there is, sitting at a table near the observation window, staring out it smiling.

Come visit?
[identity profile] tin-foaly.livejournal.com
Foaly clops in and trots to claim a seat near the door to the lake after grabbing a mug of coffee. He unslings a computer bag from his shoulder and removes a shiny black laptop, which he sets up on the table. With a few clicks, he locates a signal, enters a few strings of highly technical computer code, and clicks the ENTER KEY!!!

"All right... let's see who we have here..." He watches the screen intently as the computer scans the Bar for all active communications signals -- cell phones, instant message programs, and E-Mail.

[ooc: If your character has a cell phone or computer in the bar and want to let Foaly to spam it from across the room, reply here. E-Mails and phone texts I figure can be threaded. If any characters have instant message programs, ping me at "M Taxidea taxus" and we'll figure out how to work that.]
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/
Cabbit at Rest.
Yeah, right!




The Cabbit comes hopping in merrily, singing to herself as she chases a butterfly.
[identity profile] vaapadmaster.livejournal.com
(As some of you know, LJ was blocked from access at work. So, to not disturb and upset training sessions Mace Windu would be giving, the following people please read the summaries and post your comments/reactions. Slowtime shall be our friend. If it needs to be said, the training extends for weeks, and into months, depending on how the trainees take to it.)

Training for Stephanie (The Spoiler, Robin IV)


Training for Ray Stantz and Pete Venkman


Training for Tahiri
[identity profile] agentlemantrue.livejournal.com
Q told him to be at the end barstool.

So there sits Charles, dressed in a light blue shirt that's very floofy and big, but elegant for the time-period. He's also wearing a pair of sand coloured breeches. All in all, somewhat "casual-attire" for the Beast.

...Q just never said when to be there. Charles has a feeling that he'll be sitting here all day.
[identity profile] vanwithaman.livejournal.com
There's a Dining Car in the bar. Again Still.

She's standing by the Bar, watching people. But what she really wants to do is talk.
[identity profile] scion-fina.livejournal.com
A dark-haired girl wearing a dull blue school uniform steps into the bar, humming along absently with her iPod and carrying a very large schoolbag.

After a moment the bag falls to the floor, but that could just be habit.

She pulls her headphones from her ears - as slowly as possible, giving her brain's defense mechanisms time to kick in - and looks around.

When her gaze hits the observation window she sits down abruptly on her bag and stares. Yes, it's the familiar Thousand Mile Stare of the Absolutely New.

"Well, fuck me."

And lo, thus did the Last Scion - the real Last Scion - arrive in Milliways Bar.

[And for purposes of continuity - thus did she get the welcome talk from the Antichrist, and a beautiful friendship was...um...nowhere in sight.]
[identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
Naraht wakes up in an unfamiliar room.

And an unfamiliar body.

With an unfamiliar girl emerging from the bathroom.

With a groan, she remembers last night.

It wasn't just a psychotic dream, she thinks as she carefully sits up and tries to talk.

"Good...mor-ning...Peter."
[identity profile] doc-venkman.livejournal.com
Venkman finished getting dressed, and helped Naraht as best as she(he) could.

Now there's a sullen girl, (wearing a long shirt, but stuck with a long skirt as well) sitting at Peter's usual table, with some books and her(his) notebook.

Feel free to mock or share a rant for ommipotent or immortal beings.
[identity profile] sultry-demoness.livejournal.com
A dark fog coalesces into a shapely woman sitting at the bar. She crosses her legs, vaguely attempting to be ladylike.

Demoness in the bar, filing her nails.
[identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
There's a young woman making her way down the stairs. She clutches at the handrail and pauses at each step as if she is terrified she is going to fall. When she finally reaches the bottom, it doesn't seem to improve things much. She pretty much hugs the wall as she slowly, unsteadily makes her way to the bar.

"Bar?" she says slowly. "Break...fas'...please? Easy to..eat?"

A plate with a bowl of oatmeal, two pieces of toast and a glass of milk appear. "Thank...you," she says.

Naraht attempts to sit down on the stool, overbalances and frantically catches herself. Being used to having a much broader base and lower center of gravity, the thought of being up so high is rather scary at the moment.

So she takes her tray and sits down on the floor to eat.

Come pester her. She could use some cheering up.
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[personal profile] shelley_winters
[OOM: Shelley has another dream, in which a dark figure makes a request... Continued here.]
[identity profile] always-a-liar.livejournal.com
A rather pretty blonde man wearing the world's most hideous oversized yellow coat is sitting at a table drinking from a tankard (of ice water).

Nothing more complicated than that.
[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com
This is Ako.

She has a tail.

She does not, however, have a cold.

People who are sick should at least cameo in this thread, so that Ako may proceed to have a minor heart-attack and start flailing about and posting notices of needing questers so that we can get this plot on the road.
[identity profile] forsaken-bard.livejournal.com
Asmodean is sitting at a table in his usual black suit. He seems slightly on edge. Nita is sitting at the table with him. The bard occasionally glance at her.

The appear to be looking for a certain Cannibal doctor.
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[personal profile] bloodyrockgod
Charlies does yoga by the lake.

He's trying to clear his head. It's not going very well. His head has never been a very clear place.
[identity profile] kayip.livejournal.com
[OOM: Ishamael haunts Behrooz's dreams with Navi. Behrooz tries to escape his father, and eventually Navi hits him and Behrooz wakes up with a bruise on his face.]

When Behrooz enters the bar, he hangs back at first, his tired eyes darting around, as though looking out for someone in particular.

It wasn't real. Stop being paranoid.

He sits at the bar and rests his head in his hand and nods off for a moment before a glass of tea and bowl of sugar appears. Behrooz opens his eyes again and thinks about adding too much sugar to see if it will help keep him awake, but decides against it. Instead he drinks the tea with little sugar and rubs his eyes, trying to keep them in focus.

There's a small bruise on the right side of face. He makes no real effort to hide it, except gazing exhaustedly down at the bar and trying to be inconspicuous.

He's staring at his tea, looking like he might nod off again. But it's ok to prevent that.

[For 24-Ways: Nita asks Behrooz if he's ok and mentions she's had experience with dreams before.]
[identity profile] asar-suti.livejournal.com
Asar-Suti sits outside, with a large sheet full of linked words - a mindmap of all that must be done in the garden that he drew earlier.

He's drawing a green loop around anything Atreyu might do by himself, a brown loop around things should absolutely remain reserved for Hagrid, and a purple one for himself.

He has coffee; the morning is early, the sun is out, and the purple god is very friendly and approachable.
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[personal profile] undignified
Pilot at the bar while his mun pokes writing around again and curses little brothers and cousins.

He's got a bottle of lomin ale and a toy X-wing.

No prizes for guessing which he finds more interesting.
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[personal profile] silver_flecks
Once upon a time the bar
fire
place
burning

was reDecOrAtEd by a

LitTlE
not I lie
liars go to Hell, burn burn burn
redecorated like a CupCaKe by

Del

anD now it is
was
was
It WaS iN eXiStEnCe
witH FisHieS anD
such she likes fishes and now

it's NoT lIkE tHaT


MeTaWhAtSiT
changes into
something NeW aNd dIfferent

the fishes are gone
and in their places are
things
new ThiNgs of
incense and and gold and myrh
(blasphemy)

no can't
wrong
bad

the fishes turn into
little souls
burning bright

and if the souls look like
pomegranates and mangos
and skulls grinning and laughing
well

have you seen a soul ever
no
then don't argue because
that's what they look
like to
her

the souls become scenes
of things that have been
changes

all changes

from horse to car with
the smoke and the horn
and so fun to drive
YoU cAn GiVe ThEm
TiCkEtS to
SoMePlAcE

(it hurts)

anD YoU sEe RoMe bUrN
and the merging of faith to reality to
fact to belief to faith to disbelief

you see

the seed to the flower to the dead
plant matter On ThE gRoUnd
decomposing and becoming
food for the seed

in the fireplace that
was decorated with
fish before now it is
decorated with

change

non-linear

and all the animals
once made by a LiTtLe
GiRl who wasn't
(lies)
a GiRl at AlL reAlLy or little

(make-believe is fun)

are now

gone

retroAcTiVeLy to
um
wHeNeVer hard to
(oh, it hurts)
do ThAt thing with the
words in the head
and
it's
dawn
and they're gone
[identity profile] col-cardboard.livejournal.com
After a few hours playing with the sims in his old room, Jag heads down to the bar.

He's happy. You can't tell this from his face, but maybe there's an extra bounce in his step.

Why so cheerful, you ask? Because he finally managed to beat one of the classic missions, the Rebels against the first Death Star. X-wings feel incredibly large and sluggish compared to his beloved clawcraft, and the lack of inertial compensators threw him off the first couple of times he tried it.

Not to mention flying one of those boats in such a narrow trench.

But today? Today he beat the monster.

Yeah, life is good.
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[personal profile] gonna_live
Kaylee's in an out-of-the-way booth, humming quietly to herself. She has a coloring book and markers.

Also, a beer.
[identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
*Garion slides behind the bar, and puts up the new drinks for the day. For some reason, he's been thinking of home a lot recently, and today's drinks are a bit influenced by it. That, and talking to Ce'Nedra about her father for most of yesterday. Thus, as he puts up the specials...
Cherry Blossom
Cherry Fizzer
Cherry Rum
*The food specials go up next...
Chicken Manicotti
Barbequed Ribs
Cranberry Salad
and Homemade Strawberry Icecream
*he smiles*

What can I get everyone?
[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com
Castle inna bar. With a considerable amount of alcohol in front of him, a pounding headache and a very unhappy look on his face.

Possibly for a limited time only, as his mun's computer is on the fritz liek whoa.

Who wants to come piss off the sick (but not plottishly so), stressed-out and slightly drunk ex-fed?

[For 24-Ways: Castle angsts about death, plays drunken 20 Questions and then snuggles with Andres, and discusses nightmares and what happened outside with Behrooz.]
[identity profile] just-a-soldier.livejournal.com
Aeryn stepped up to the bar, glanced casually around and...sneezed. She'd never experienced a sneeze before, but she still recognized one. What the frell was going on? Sebaceans never got sick, they were above all that. She had been inoculated against every major and minor space disease, which meant it must be something unknown.

Aeryn hated the unknown. She let out another small sneeze, her hand automatically covering her nose and mouth. She looked at the hand as if it had betrayed her, then glared at the bar:


"What kind of dren is this? If this is your fault I'll have your head on a Jinka pole."

She didn't expect a response, it was after all a bar.

[[OOC: Should be here for about two or more Arns...hours (cursed character bleed) make good use of the time ^_^]]
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[personal profile] last_adam
[OOM: Adam and Alanna by the lake, they talk about Raguel, Aziraphael, fears and spiders.]
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[personal profile] blue_ajah
The air parts, and she appears in the bar once again this evening, near her usual table.

Tea is soon obtained by virtue of Holly's attentive service, and Moiraine settles down with a cup and the heavily-marked anthology of poetry. Her journal is at hand, and occasionally the Aes Sedai will make a cryptic note.

This evening's reading appears to be Tennyson, once again.
[identity profile] jedipilot.livejournal.com
Jaina's at a booth, writing something on her datapd. There's a plate of honey wafers on the table next to her. She munches on one of the cookies as she pauses, tapping her stylus against the table while she thinks.
[identity profile] tea-and-honor.livejournal.com
Ako ambles over to the notice board.

She gets a pen and some paper from Bar,

If you are experiencing the symptoms of a cold and any or all of the following:
Color changes
Odd rashes
Non-species normal shape changes
Additional Limbs
please see The Honorable Lady Ako. If you have the above and lethargy please notify someone to notify the Honorable Lady Ako and do your very best not to die.

If you are not sick, and are willing to assist in finding the ingredients needed for a cure, please contact the Honorable Lady Ako. I will be easily found by virtue of the red fox-tail and black fox-feet that the Bar insists I wear. If you see a Silver Tail named Laini, please let her know that I intend to talk to her.


Responses to the second half of this note are limited to those people who signed up for questing in the first place. They are also not needed.

[identity profile] spooky-shrink.livejournal.com
Doctor in the bar.

Malcolm's right hand is fading out of view and then back again, so when he drinks his coffee, he's careful to hold the cup in his other hand.

He slides into one of the booths and pulls out several pieces of paper with handwriting on them. He seems to be organizing them somehow, which is going a little slow with only one hand. But Malcolm is managing.

Still, he probably wouldn't mind a distraction...
[identity profile] pink-sombrera.livejournal.com
Sheemie is out in the field by the stables giving Mithros some exercise, as he promised Alanna he would.

He's always loved riding, and his joy in the day is clear.
[identity profile] forthsdaughter.livejournal.com
Nefret, at her usual booth, in utter consternation.

There's something really weird going on here -- and it's a sickness that most definitely does Not Equate.
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[personal profile] river_meimei
River slips through the front door, and wends her way among tables and chairs and out to the lake area.

She makes her way to the paddock, where she trails one hand along the fence, with a small smile, and bends her head to watch the grass sliding over her bare feet as she paces along. The sun is warm; Ghost whickers across the field, and Mithros and Kiseki answer him. She smiles, and is calm and happy, and steps lightly.

Until suddenly her head comes up with a muffled shriek, her face shocked and instantly ashen, and she stumbles, clutching at the fence with one hand and her chest with the other, nearly falling to her knees--

And then she is running, horses forgotten, racing across the yard towards the bypass door and up the stairs.

[OOC: This takes place upstairs, well away from the main bar. Locked to participants, please.]
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[personal profile] gonna_live
[OOC: Not too terribly out of Milliways: Black Rose Duelists need swords. Kaylee...obtains one.

Or, if you'd prefer: Kaylee attacks Roland and pulls his still-beating heart from his chest.]
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[personal profile] once_a_queen
*Susan sips her tea as she sits on the sofa by the fireplace. The House of Arch is lovely, but it's rather lonesome. She's decided to come for some company in the bar.*
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[personal profile] mistressmaryquitecontrary
Mary Lennox comes down the stairs. Well, more like stomps.

The bar has given her a pretty pink pinafore, and - wonder of wonders - she's actually wearing it.

Backwards. And misbuttoned. And with the petticoat underneath inside out. But still, she's wearing it!
[identity profile] sign-seeker.livejournal.com
*The door opens, and Will steps in.*

*He glances around cheerfully, and then, seeing Moiraine, makes his way over.*
[identity profile] geeky-agent.livejournal.com
Chris is downstairs to grab some more soup.

One may notice something different about her.

For starters, she's bright pink.

She's also wearing a sweatshirt, flannel pajama pants and slippers in the middle of July. She seems to be sick.

Finally, she's wearing socks. On her hands. They serve the dual purpose of keeping her hands warm and hiding the extra fingers she has sprouted. She's a tad self-conscious about those.
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[personal profile] flybywash
[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday and having absolutely nothing to do with the currently unfolding DOOM, Wash and Kaylee go dump-diving.]
[identity profile] empath-wiggin.livejournal.com
Valentine's at a table, writing furiously. If one were to look at the chaos on her desk, Various history books would be found: The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Current Developments in Magical History, The Galactic Empire; Volumes 1-4, and The Development of the International Fleet. Feel free to stare, or tell her she's thinking too much.
[identity profile] redsnout.livejournal.com
*whump* goes the door, and Raptor Red enters, sighing a bit to herself. She isn't sure how she keeps winding up here-you'd think she'd finally find a cave that was just a cave, but no luck there-but she's beginning to think she maybe should get used to it. At least she knows she can get food here. The Utahraptor still limps slightly, but she isn't looking as torn up as she was before, and she seems alert.
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[personal profile] futures_of_ash
It's odd for Rachel to be in Milliways at such an early hour, the sun is still up outside the bar even...But she's not com,plaining. She's had a long day of more super-hero goodness and all. NOrmally she'd curl up and read or perhaps listen to music...but there's a whole lake outside...and a sunset to watch...

Perhaps more people see the girl walk out into the center of the lake and lay down on the water, but that's not odd here at all.
[identity profile] lt-naraht.livejournal.com
There's a Horta in the bar.

Well, a former Horta. Naraht now bears a striking resemblance to Miranda Otto.

She's wearing a somewhat wrinkled and oatmeal-stained sundress and is sitting on the floor at her regular table. Her bare feet are apparently fascinating because she is staring at them as she leans her elbows on her bent knees.
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[personal profile] creator_raven
[OOM: On Tuesday, July 5, Raven is fixed by Ace, Coyote, and Adam, in that order, by virtue of Millitime.]

Raven comes downstairs, no longer moving so carefully.

He picks up a plate of cookies from the bar, as well as a peanut butter and marmite sandwich, and settles in a booth.

Stop by, if you like.
[identity profile] el-vago.livejournal.com
Andres is in the bar again. This means there is a clown in a booth somewhere. If you find him, you will notice that he is reading a book. The book is called Don Quixote. He finds this very interesting. If you are curious, you will have to ask why.

Feel free to interrupt him for any reason. He is smiling. He is always smiling. He blames Q.
[identity profile] femme-wizard.livejournal.com
A wizard in magenta robes enters the bar.

And stops, whips off her hat and stares at it.

She leaves through the front door.


And then she returns, in a black silk dress and a balck pointed hat, carrying a big black bag. She orders a drink, takes her usual seat by the well, that's different fireplace and opens a book.

Anyone feeling ill might liek to know there's a witch in the bar.
[identity profile] iris-angel.livejournal.com
Adam comes in through his refrigerator and is still surprised by that. He sits down at a table, content in drinking his beer alone.
[identity profile] just-a-soldier.livejournal.com
Aeryn enters from the lake. Her clothes are dripping wet, she is sneezing and she has no shoes.

Oh and there is a goat type creature with her.

She doesn't know what a goat is. She only knows that her friend turned into this and she is quite worried.

"Please, is there a doctor or mage here?"

Aeryn repeats the question to the whole bar, hoping to find an answer.
[identity profile] her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com
Hermione comes downstairs with a laundry basket. Pinned to the basket is a note that reads "Donations for the new Public Library." Thus far, there are a few books in the basket, but nowhere near enough for a proper library. Hermione sets the basket on the bar and sits down next to it, with a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate. She looks around expectantly, waiting for the donations to start pouring in.
[identity profile] prince-arithon.livejournal.com
Arithon is in the bar.

He's got lots of paper around him, his lyranthe balanced in such a way that he can test sounds, and is chewing on the end of an un-inked quill while writing with a different one.
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[personal profile] jack_inthegreen
Jack. Drawing pad. A sliced apple on a plate.

Life? Good, thanks.
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[personal profile] nita_callahan
Monday morning, there's are a few notes Bar has been instructed to give to certain people.

ExpandTo Jack, Tony, Kim, Ron, and Peach )

ExpandTo Jasin Natael )
[identity profile] bartyjr.livejournal.com
Barty is in the bar. From time to time, he scratches at his neck.

But he's got a drink and a dinner, so all is not woe.
[identity profile] asar-suti.livejournal.com
After having spent the early part of the day in the garden teaching Atreyu the basics of gardening, Asar-Suti comes in from the staff wing, his hands no longer covered in soil.

He gets a glass of Solindish red wine from the bar and sits by the fireplace, curling up in his favourite chair and watching the trilobites.

They have spawned again.
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[personal profile] steadfastknight
Kitt had slept rather curled up around his pillow all night. Such things tended to happen away from home. But, dressed in clothes that more similarly resembled those he came in wearing - with the exception of T-shirt in place of turtleneck - he came downstairs.

And as he approached the bar to request a lemonade, a strange thing happened.

A leather jacket appeared.

Kitt smiled.
[identity profile] pubslabourlost.livejournal.com
Alton is in the bar. This is not unusual.

Alton has a wooden spoon in one hand. Still not all that unusual for Alton, really.

Alton is wearing a saucepan on his head. That might be a little weird, even for him.

He doesn't seem to notice, however. He's enjoying a beer and a heaping plate of paradoxes with garlic dipping oil.

Go on. You know you want to ask.
[identity profile] maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com
After this.

Elaine drags herself into the bar. There aren't many people, and she doesn't want anyone to see her. She's in agony, and she just. wants. to. go. to sleep.

Somehow, she manages to make it to the door to the rooms upstairs.

No one sees her.
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[personal profile] gone_byebye
For lack of a pole, Ray slides down the banister to come into the Bar today.

ANd if there is no banister then oh, well.
[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
If life is a series of dips and rises, Jack's in one of the dips at the moment. His argument with Chloe a couple days before, the disastrous conversation with Michelle last night, his continued inability to get through to Tony... Right now he's feeling like a Grade-A screwup. Not that he'll be wanting to discuss that.

Needless to say, he's got another faint, dull headache throbbing at his temples. He's sitting in a booth, waiting for the Tylenol to kick in.
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[personal profile] mogget_cat
*Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning kitty cat,
He is trampling out the vision of eyes which upon him sat.
He has loosed the witty lightning of his terrible, petulant spat.
His fur is burning on!
Burny burny it's a Mogget!
Burny burny it's a Mogget!
Burny burny it's a Mogget!
His fur is burning on!

I have seen him as the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded him a collar made of Charter Marks and naps.
I can read his righteous sentence in his brightly burning lamps.
He's making us scritch on!
Burny burny it's a Mogget! (x3)
His fur is burning on!

I have read a fiery truth writ in his burnished rows of fur.
"As ye deal with my siblings so my wrath you will incur."
Let the hero, born Abstainer, crush the Destroyer with his Purr.
Yrael is marching on!
Burny Burny It's a Mogget! (x3)
His fur is burning on!

In the time before time Yrael was born with siblings eight.
With a color in his flame that defies the words of hate.
As he chose to have a heart, let us acknowledge that our fate,
Is being told "Scritch on!"
Burny Burny it's a Mogget! (x3)
His fur is burning on!
*


*Not'Kitty on the bar.*

(ooc: *loves Madb*)
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Peter walks back into the bar, crystal case in his left hand, and looking decidedly content.

He goes over to the bar and orders dinner and tea. The bar provides both--complete with a British tea service.

Feel free to talk to him, if you like.
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Kim sits alone in a booth. The Bar's given her a family medical book, but nowhere in there can she find the symptom of 'turned bright pink' and the other related symptoms. She frowns and keeps searching.

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Shelley comes down, looking slightly pensive - and also tired, as if she hasn't had enough sleep. She had tried wearing a long-sleeved top, but it had rubbed painfully, and so the long shallow scratch is left bare on her arm. She orders a cup of tea for while she ponders what to have for breakfast, with which she receives a letter....

She stares at it for a long while, then puts it carefully in her pocket to look at more carefully in private. Fighting down panic, she sits at a table to drink her tea.

Somehow she isn't hungry any more.
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Random's in the bar.

He looks a little worried, and more than a little tired.

He's not bothering to read Tarot Cards. He knows exactly what they'd tell him.

And he's sick of seeing the same damned thing over and over.

Come break him out of his daze. He'd appreciate it.
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[Pre-Milliways. It's been quite some time.]

*The front door swings open, and in steps what may be a familiar figure. Oddly changed since the last time anyone here saw him, though. The hair is longer and shaggier, and a little darker, as though it hasn't seen as much sun as usual in recent months. He's wearing a trenchcoat of a blue so dark as to be almost black, and a tweed suit.*

*He doesn't immediately see where he is, as he's looking down. His entire posture is eloquent of exhaustion, of a draining job just completed.*

*And then the noise strikes his ears, and he looks up. And his jaw slowly drops, first in shock, then in stunned delight.*

*Andrew Wells is back at Milliways.*
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[SOMEWHAT OUT OF MILLIWAYS:
'One of the black roses that bloom at the end of the world...for you.'
]

(Or, as it was also suggested I put it: OMG EVIL ELEVATOR. PLUS KAYLEE. hi!)
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"Go to Milliways," Tom said. "Take a night off. Go on, darling."

Door nodded and kissed him and left, carrying Sense and Sensibility and a tattered bridal magazine from May of 1991 and, hidden between its pages, letters from Earl's Court and the Knights of Sloane Square.


Now, in Milliways, she is curled up in a booth with a cup of coffee, the magazine lying forgotten in front of her, reading the letters and biting what threatens to be a permanent indentation into her lower lip.
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Sam's in the bar, with Watership Down in hand, and half-done milkshake in other, sitting at a booth. Come and talk if you want.