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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Gorlim leaves two notes for Andres and Eilinel. Before either of them can catch him, he gathers his sword, his knife, a few other handy weapons, and sets off to the Nameless City.*

Entrance Post

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

And there's a wizard sitting at a corner table in the bar. No telling how long he's been there. He's not doing anything special, just eating dinner, drinking tea and reading a book that the Bar provided: The Portable Greek Historians. (Not what he expected, but he's not going to criticise or argue with the Bar.) His crystal case is beside his left foot.

Feel free to interrupt him, if you like.

(no subject)

[friggin-gift.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Boone tells Shannon he's leaving for a little while (millitimed to before the Quest to Narnia)]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Being back at work: Some worries, some schmoop, some awwwwww.]

First Post

[numbered-life.livejournal.com]

There was no door leading to where she'd come from, escaping Hell wasn't that easy after all. She remembered the searing pain in her wrist though, John smiling at her as he pressed the Rhapsody into her dead flesh and saved her. Redemption...not a word she'd ever thought could be as sweet as this...

Though...where was this?

She drew a shuddering breath and looked around, numbers immediately popping to life before her gaze. The face of a clock, barcodes on beer bottles, chair legs...all of them whispered to her, and they said "Not in Hell...not in Heaven...dead dead dead but saved"

Well...she was feeling pretty good for a dead girl, and she'd never believed she'd see Heaven anyway...so this place was just right. The tattered remains of her fishnet and jeans still carried the scent of brimstone and blood, but she didn't care.

She was free.

...and she'd kill for a cigarette.

Tilly had come to Milliways.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((IM: Tim pushed himself too hard keeping Ace from leaving. The virus is in almost total control of his system. In the cells )

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

Simon Tam's in the bar.

He's looking for a gunslinger. Roland in particular.

(no subject)

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

*Thursday Next is in the bar, but her mun is exhausted, so be nice.


Friday is with her, of course. Friday is also a walking spoiler, just to note to those people who mentioned they were in the middle of Thursday's book. She and Friday would hate to ruin it.

He'll try to be good.*

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: A day in the life of Claire: nurse.]

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

There is an angel in Milliways.

Well, there usually is. But this one's the girl.

Sariel is looking very very innocent, which is usually cause to worry. But she's late for the chaos with her friends -- and is only safe downstairs now that she knows things are Generally Rather Okay, Ace-wards.

And now she's sitting.

And looking very, very innocent.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Tonight, there was chaos. A bubbly, amusing sort of chaos, but one that landed a good portion of the bar at least ankle deep in assorted goop and most the tables at least peppered with tidbits and stickiness.

And Rachel promised to do at least something to help. And lo, the goopy morass on the floor parts and then swirls upward into a funnel of sticky debris, finding a conveniant drain to go down. The hoses of seltzer water are neatly tucked back away, the harder to reach areas stripped of fruit pieces and stray whipped cream...

Eventually, the worst of the weight mass from the fight is taken care of, though what it'll do to the drains is anyone's guess. Sentience isn't ruled out at all. What remains is a sad and bedraggled bar, sticky spots and dried goop that refused to move along with the rest...

Not a fun time, but not as bad as it could be...

All in all, Rachel calls it living up to the bargain of a shower.

Out of Milliways: Indy's bedroom

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Brutal honesty... )


[Summary: A few hours after the food fight on Tuesday night, Delia and Indy have a heart-to-heart, in more ways than one. Dark secrets are revealed and worked through. Rated R for allusions to past masochism and inexplicit sex.]

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> April 10th, 2002: The Reawakening

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[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

The front door of Milliways shimmers and not so much opens as unfolds. Beyond, a ragged crowd boiling in the Arrakeen sunlight. A cloaked figure groans and staggers backward, clutching his chest, as another buries a crysknife in it. As the hooded one reaches the doorway, he seems to divide in half, with one part slumping to the dusty ground and another taking a teetering step across the threshhold. The door shimmers again and is closed. Another dead messiah has walked into the bar.

Rather than falling like his vanished twin, the cloaked man turns, revealing that the crysknife has also disappeared. Realizing that he isn't injured after all, he finds with a shock that he's no longer blind, either. Searching the room with his blue-in-blue eyes, he mutters, "I don't know this place." Its smell is too clean, too wet, and completely devoid of the Spice. He instinctively searches within for the future pathways that he knows shouldn't be there, and sees no future. Pathways abound, but all of them end beyond these walls or curve upon themselves into the past. For a minute that stretches into several, he marvels at this.

Utterly lost, Paul Atreides goes to the nearest empty table and sits, staring at the menagerie around him with a measured awe. Somebody buy this man a spiced beer.

(no subject)

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cynric's room: Farewells
Atreyu tells Cynric he's going to help with the questing. Translation: snuggletime.
Millitimed to just before the Narnia quest.]

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry is seating by the fireplace, in a state of calm. Despite everything, he feels good, and knows that if he strives to keep this sense of calm for even a little while, then perhaps he can deal with the disease, and with Q, and with the state of the security staff, without getting flustered.

He sips at a tall glass of iced passion fruit tea, and ponders what to have for breakfast.

[ooc summary: Barry meets Serena, who tells him her plan for placing the sickest victims in stasis. They then talk about magic and her background. Naraht is given an assignment to track disease victims, as well as a Rubik's Cube.]

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres is in the bar sitting in a booth in a corner. His chin is resting in one hand and hes staring out the window. The Complete Works of Shakespeare is sitting near his elbow, unopened, and there is a piece of creased parchment laying on the table in front of him. Frequently he looks away from the window and takes a drink. Occasionally he rubs his forehead as if he as a headache, and even more occasionally, he glances at the parchment and scowls.

Despite this, he is in a decent mood, if slightly worried. Go ahead and visit.

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[iustus_rex]

Today is Wednesday.

Edmund starts work on Friday.

Bernard said he was to pick specials on his own.

He's fairly certain, having watched the other bartenders, that the specials ought to be somewhat original.

Which would be why Edmund has gone up to Bar and asked her a question quietly, and was not entirely surprised to get a very large book as an answer.

Also a pot of tea, because one can never go wrong with tea.

He takes his new acquisitions over to one of the couches, and makes himself comfortable.

It's a big book.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

There, in the back booth... see him?

The man falling asleep over 'The Kraken Wakes' by John Whydham?

That is Random. Come say hello, the book is good, but conversation is better.

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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

There's a Sidhe princess in the bar.

She's been feeling sorry for herself and been keeping to herself. There's dark shadows under her eyes and a quiet tiredness around her. Now she's sitting in a arm chair and curled up around a book. Tea and breakfast next to her.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC: Mun is here all day but might be a bit slow, baby and babysitting..god save me from highhanded 9 year olds]

Out of Milliways: Tonks-Wrangle flat

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( The one with the breaking and entering... )


[Waffles in 134: Indy and Mike take the show on the road. An unsuspecting family has their living room trashed, but gets to sample Mike's fine fare anyway. Miniphants and dogs, floury mayhem, security discussions, innovative toppings, and syrup. Guest starring: Bernard, Tonks, Sunny and Raph.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is downstairs, seated in a booth. Despite the obvious presence of the illness, she is feeling rather relaxed this morning.

She's in the process of deciphering her older notes. Feel free to distract.

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford Prefect is in the bar, looking like one of those childhood pictures above the instructions "Find Five Things Wrong With This Picture"

1. He is drinking tea.

2. He has had no alcohol today.

3. He is reading through his Guide with a serious expression.

4. He is taking notes.

5. With a pad and a pen.

Look hard enough at this perversion of reality, and your eyes may start to water.

(no subject)

[firmus-piett.livejournal.com]

There is a brooding admiral at the bar. Maybe he is still upset at the episode with Venkgirl, yesterday.

Maybe it is the fact that he got bruised ribs, an injured shoulder, and a bandaged left hand. Of course, of all those, only the hand is easily noticeable.

Maybe, he is upset by some other reason.

Come on, bug him.

(no subject)

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Guess where Chloe is. You get three chances and the first two don't count.

She'll talk to anyone, be you man, woman or beast.

Or something else entirely.

[ooc: All conversations are milli-timed to *before* Angela Edmunds arrival. Because, well, if Chloe were to see Asmodean with Angela, she would try to destroy him. Really, really, really destroy him.]

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Alanna posts a note in the security office and leaves a note for Bernard with Bar.]

Entrance Post.

[uncle-rogi.livejournal.com]

Rogi was in his third floor flat, having completed all of the memoirs finally. He had just said his last farewell to Le Phantome Familiar, who he knew the real reason why it had sheparded him, and prodded him throughout his entire life. The catspaw of the Lylmik, guardian of the Remilliard Dynasty.

He glanced down at Marcel, his Maine Coon cat, "Reckon's that's that, old Fur-Face. Let's get on to bed."

He opened the door to his bedroom, and stepped through. A bar in his bedroom? Bonne chance indeed!

"Batège! C'est vrai?" He was certainly up for a little celebrating, and cackled a little, rubbing his hands with glee. And it looked very well-stocked! Mon Dieu est le bon Dieu!

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

It may be entirely possible that Trillian is trying to compete with herself.

Backward down the stairs yesterday was one thing. Now, it's backward down the stairs ...

... with the pigtails ...

... the glowstick bracelets ...

... the slinky in her hand ...

... and the miniskirt from Ace and Tim's wedding.

Nanami (that's the towel, if you missed the memo that Trillian sometimes takes advice from Anthy) is flung casually around her neck, like a scarf, and she falls into her usual booth.

"Can I have a slushie, Bar?"

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

(no subject)

[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Foaly's in the bar. He's looking for Puck, but anyone can feel free to bug him. He's sitting at a booth doing something technical and complex with something that looks like maybe it used to be a toaster but is slowly evolving into a space station.

Bartending!

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire's behind the bar today. Didn't think she would be? Well, you thought wrong. She's behind the bar and she's already cleaned and straightened everything twice. She looks tired and stressed and generally dissatisfied with life, but that's all par for the course lately.

Her smile, when she turns to face the patrons around the bar, is genuine though. But that's probably because she hasn't seen the source of her worries sitting in a booth to the side of the bar.

Yet, anyways. So take advantage of her ignorance.


"Can I get anybody anything?"


[[ooc: slowtime, please. :D]]

Upstairs

[shelley_winters]

[OOM: Shelley has another dream featuring the man in black.]

(no subject)

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

Alice is in the bar, alternately watching passersby and writing in a small, leatherbound journal. There's a cup of tea and a plate with some half-eaten toast on it on a table nearby.


[OOC: Mun is at work, but between projects, which means I'm basically sitting around waiting for people who don't seem to be in any hurry to give me something to do. Save me from the boredom?]

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo's in the bar, looking happier than he has in a while. He's still worried for Jubilee underneath that, but hiding it well.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie, sitting on the banister, idly swinging his legs.

New and old friends are welcome.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

The air near the bar shivers apart, and Moiraine steps through, carrying the now-familiar anthology. She glides to her preferred table and takes a seat, opening the book and beginning to read.

The Aes Sedai seems calm and very composed; almost carefully poised, perhaps. Every so often, she glances around the room, assessing things.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: Pranks are played on Wes Janson and Hobbie Klivian, by Inyri Forge and Jaina Solo. Things are worked out in the bar afterwards...although it leads to a redfaced Hobbie, a paint covered Inyri, and a childish Wes. Millitimed to last night.]

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter is seated at his usual table; he has a cheese toastie and a cup of tea, but most of his attention is consumed by a large book titled Arcana Mundi.

He occasionally copies passages into one of two notebooks. One notebook page is headed "SENTIENT APOTROPAICS" and the other "WEREWOLVES".

Once in a while, he glances around the room as if doing some sort of check; perhaps he is waiting for someone, or perhaps just quietly keeping tabs on people.

[mun can only play for an hour...but come play anyway!]

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri seems to be diving headfirst into femininity...something she's not done before, as flight suits are all she seems to own in that galaxy far far away. But now, she's wearing a dress, one that seems to rival the one she wore last night.

She's sitting at the bar, tapping her fingernails against the top, a glass of Whyren's in front of her. She looks well rested, although you might still see a spot of grey paint here or there on her skin.

But mostly not, she got most of it off last night, as she tortured the guys rubbed it off during cake and lum.

Come and chat.


[OOC: Mun might have to leave...it's storming somewhat in SC, so if she does randomly go, she's sorry. But she doesn't forsee a problem...(unless her mom demands computer)]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

In a booth, Charlie is trying to feed Seth from a jar of crushed plums. Seth has several purple-ish blobs on his face, and has gotten very little of the fruit into his mouth. Woe.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's sitting at the bar, chocolate milkshake in hand, and a big grin on her face. She's finished Watership Down, and now she has a magazine. It looks to be People, not that she cares about celebrities, she's just looking for something to read. She flips through it idly as she sips her milkshake.

Come and chat.

Still confused

[ultimatetourist.livejournal.com]

Beowulf has been sitting, for a while, in a state not unlike shock. He's drinking... whatever it was he got. He's still not sure what it is, or exactly placing its taste.

Suddenly, he looks around, and almost smiles. Softly, he says "Pleasemadam, locate any references to Milliways, bar at the end of the multiverse, or universe. Reference myth, literature, rumors and folktales, and puppeteers." With that, he waits, and looks around, curiosity back in his eyes.

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Enter one hani, shakily, from the stairs. She's coughing, like yesterday, but now she's also shedding. A lot. In fact, as she slumps into a booth with a mug of tea and honey, a small bald spot might be visible on her back.

Is the incubation period longer in hani, or is this unrelated to anything else going on? Chur has no clue. Then again, Chur has no clue that anyone else is sick.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the bar.

The splint is gone and her step is a little steadier. She also seems slightly more with-it. Having a mission to focus on is helping some.

She is heading toward the Bar. She stops for a moment just before she gets there. Her lips press into a hard line before she takes the final steps.

"Excuse me, Bar," she says in a tightly controlled voice. "May I please have a small voice recorder?"

Nothing. The Bar seems to exude an air of bewilderment. As if she has noticed Naraht's avoidance and is...well not quite "hurt" and not quite "miffed". Naraht's jaw hardens.

"Yes, I've been avoiding you. I am not pleased with how you treated a friend of mine, but that is immaterial at the moment. I am on a mission for Barry to document the extent of the outbreak here in Milliways. So..."

The recorder appears on the Bar's surface. Naraht collects it. "Thank you, Bar. Perhaps we will talk later, but I have work to do at the moment."

Naraht begins making her round of the ground floor of Milliways, starting with the booths so that she has something handy to clutch if her balance becomes uncertain. After she explores the main areas (which will take a while given how big the place is), she will do the grounds and then see how far she can get in the rooms upstairs.

If you're sick, moan or cough loudly.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

(OOM: History Lessons)

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOM: A most curious door...]

Angela Edmunds toddles into the bar, looking all around.

There are many grownups. None of them look like Mommy or Daddy. Angela's big blue eyes take in much.

The pretty stars are disappearing outside the big window.

Angela sticks her fingers in her mouth uneasily.

She doesn't know where she is. This isn't her room.

She stands there, looking around curiously, not very frightened yet.

But she is, a little.


[OOC: Locked to Asmodean only, please.]

Ako talks to Laini. There is Tea and Civilized "You will Fix This, Or Else" subtleties.

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Laini's starting to feel better. Of course, she's still awaiting certain DOOM when Ako comes across her.

So that's probably why she's curled up in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, trying to contentrate on re-writing her notes from the last mapping trip, to send them back to HQ.

She's still quite waiting for the other shoe to drop. If it doesn't go soon, she might have to poke it into dropping, herself.

Merriman offers to help get cure things, Chur is sick

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako is in the bar. With tea.

And if she looks like she hasn't slept in a week, well. There is some reason for that.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((IM: Tim is in a bad place. ))

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, dressed in a pale green shirt and light blue jeans. She's left her hair down for the moment.

She orders souvlaki and a glass of water, and goes to sit at a table. She's reading Care of the Soul, by Thomas Moore.

But she'd like some company. It's still probably best if you know her already.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"SURRENDER YOUR PANTS!"

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

The front door slides open, and in hurries Simon Tam.

Once again, he's looking for Roland.

(no subject)

[minstrel-show.livejournal.com]

...where are they? You can't entirely be sure.

A jingle here.

A twang over there.

A flash of a hat too large to be anything but ridiculous...and yet still, they evade your sight.

It's Wednesday. Yes, oh, yes, it's Wednesday.

Fear.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: From here.]

Eddie settles onto a bar stool, looking a little stunned. He asks the Bar for a vanilla Coke and begins to slurp it steadily, his brow clouded.

(no subject)

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

Surprise! Surprise!

Remy's outside. He's actually managed to move from his chair to someplace other than the bar. He's sitting underneath a tree, with his two beers and a smoke. (Some things never change) He also seems to be writing again in his small spiral notebook.

This is a pretty nice backyard for the end of the universe

*he laughs*

You can trust what he's writing isn't poetry, but come see.

Entrance Post

[paper-agent.livejournal.com]

Immediately preceding: OOM: Yomiko Readman is in a bit of a fix

To her great surprise, she found she was in...a Bar. Adjusting the glasses that had been resting at an odd angle on her face, she looked around. It was a bar with a view unlike anything she had ever seen before. But, she liked it - it looked as though the universe was destroying itself.

Turning back to the door, she found that it had disappeared. Frowning, she stared at the wall.

What was she going to do now?

(no subject)

[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

There's a raggedy looking man at a table slowly becoming hungry and thirsty, despite his recent martyrdom. Don't be too hasty to think he's an ordinary corpse, however. This one has the Weirding Way.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's once again trotting jauntily down the stairs from the guest quarters, looking well-rested and happy for the first time in, well, weeks. He may even be humming. Come see why.

(no subject)

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

Jane's been in the bar for a while, sitting at one of the tables with her sketchbook. For once, though, she hasn't been drawing all that much - she's been working on a note.
It's time she headed back home and actually finished off that semester of school she'd needed the break from.
Once she's done, she tears the page out of her sketchbook, folds it, and leaves it with the bar.
( for Mark Cohen )

That done, she heads out the door.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar...
...again.

After a lot of tea, he's looking a little more awake. He's still reading 'The Kraken Wakes' which is odd, as it's quite short.

Come say hello.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

MacManus in a booth.

He hasn't heard about the latest doom yet.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres inna booth reading Julius Caesar. He was going to read Titus Andronicus like Random suggested, but he found himself suddenly in a better mood. Come ruin that mood for him. The mun dares you.

Asmodean and Angela

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean and Angela are sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. There are coloring books spread in front of them. The bard is making light, and color dance over the books. His harp and a diaper bag (black) sit near by.

What is wrong with this picture?

[OOC: This post is open for any takers]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace in a bar.

Actually, more like Ace in a booth in the far corner of the bar, staring disconsolately at the picked-apart mess that used to be a peanut butter and marmite sandwich. Come ask her what the hell she was thinking. Or why she's still here, when there is clearly a sign on the board that says she isn't.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is... not doing anything even vaguely eyecatching, unusually. Sprawled in a booth, with the ties of his doublet undone and his shirt wide open at the neck, he is, for once, not doing anything.

Oh, except eating some rather nice cheese and singing 'Green grow the rushes-o' softly to himself.

Come on. You didn't expect him to be completely inactive, did you?

(no subject)

[notafieldagent.livejournal.com]

George.

Inna bar.

With a grilled chicken sandwich and fruit salad.

Although it can be assumed George has been downstairs to eat, he's not really been seen inna bar for a while. Feel free to poke.

(no subject)

[dontusemyphone.livejournal.com]

Richard hasn't ventured out of his room. He's been afraid to. But...he's hungry. And thirsty. And...well, the walls are closing in on him.

So there's a Richard in the bar. Looking very bewildered. And hoping his sister isn't around, because she totally creeped him out the night he arrived.

scaly goodness

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur has fallen asleep in her booth, empty bowl of uruus stock and Anuurni rice next to her, three-quarters-empty (or one-quarter-full) mug of tea clutched in her right hand, shed fur all around her. Her beard's starting to fall out, too.

There are still bald spots - in fact, there are more bald spots now - but instead of pinkish-brown skin, there's scales. Very small scales. Most of the scales are silvery-brown, but there are also blotches, the size of Chur's thumb, that are deep red and outlined with black, much like this corn snake.

Who wants to wake her up and tell her? Or maybe just bring her some hot tea, instead of the cold, honey-filled sludge in her mug?

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is bored. Normally this would lead to honking and generally being irritating, but ever since one particular encounter with Q, he's been skittish about making too much noise. And so he settles for driving quietly, his scanner moving steadily from side to side as he occasionally grumbles to himself.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is in the bar. And boy, the little dog looks excited. Running here, running there, sniffing. Looking at people, as if he was measuring them. He's claerly looking for someone special- and ready to run from someone else. Feel free to take your chance if you're either the one or the other!

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita's at the Bar, looking slightly annoyed. She's Bound again.

So she's back to her tea-Bar-people-watching routine, still keeping an eye out for her friends.

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

An assassin is sitting in the rafters.

He still has bare feet - he's been training without shoes most of the day. When he actually expects to have to assassinate someone sans footwear is unclear.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar, pushing hair out of her eyes as she enters and sits down on a stool.

She looks vaguely tired - it's been one of those performances, costumes ripping and props breaking all over the stage - but generally cheerful. Any lingering irritations, coffee will fix.*

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra is sitting in a corner booth a book in her hands and a puzzled look upon her face. Every once in a while she'll mutter something, and it's clear that she's arguing with the book.

First Entrance Post: From the world of Thra...

[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

A small, gnarled being enters Milliways. She is short, squat and dressed in a stained, wine-colored tunic. Curved, ram-like horns sweep out from the tangled grey hair hanging lankly from her head. One eye darts here an there. The other is gone. Only a burned out socket on that side of her head. She stops, puzzled. This is not where she is supposed to be. She had been about to enter her ruined home to see what she could salvage.

"What is this?" she asks in a gravely voice. "Where is this? This is not my home! Where has Aughra gotten to?"

Strange beings are scattered through the giant room. Not Gelfling. Not Podling. Not even Ur-Skek. She scowls as her eye looks over everything and is about to go back through the Door when...

...she catches sight of the viewing window.

"Dark moon of Thra!" she breathes as she gazes on the dying universe, more brilliant than a thousand Great Conjunctions. Almost in a trance, she walks to the window.

"This is something worth seeing!" Aughra says. "The End! The End of All!"

She chuckles. "Or the Beginning."

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[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Still raining in Gotham. Maybe Jason can only find this place in the rain. Or when the need for a home he can never have again cuts into him like a switchblade. When it ceases to matter who he hurts as long as someone else hurts. When he wishes he was still dead as much as everyone else does.

Then he's here. Where time stops. He wouldn't mind being trapped here, but that's probably why he never will be.

Jay --although he would never admit to wanting to be called that after everything that's happened-- keeps his helmet on for a few minutes before removing it. It hisses loudly, drowning out the one sigh he allows himself. He still has the smaller mask on underneath. Safer that way.

Bewildered Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is behind the bar. He still looks a little stunned from events earlier, but this is his shift, and he's here.

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[highkingoberon]

Oberon appears by the lake, wrapped in mist and shadows. He is not in a good mood.

Anyone who is sensitive to magic or the manipulation of power would at the least feel uncomfortable looking at what once was his right hand. Unless of course, he or she is also allied with the Lone Power.

Serving, said the little wizard. Never. This power is mine.

And now, he gets it.

[ultimatetourist.livejournal.com]

Sudden laughter breaks out from a table, Beowulf has been sitting there some time. The sort of laughter of someone who was told an esoteric, but very amusing, joke, and has just finally managed to make sense of it. He looks around, at the sky, at the people, and the things... er, other people, and continues to laugh.

"If this is a Puppeteer trick, I'm a futzing Kzintosh. I'm very impressed. I'll have to tell the guys, if I get back."

He looks around, laughter over, but mirth still in his eyes. Well, there are people to see, and things, er, people, to do.

[OC: Feel free to respond, Beo-mun will be here most of the night.]

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[not_that_spike]

It might be a record: two days running, and he's still in a great fucking mood. Hell, he'd probably be nice to Vicious if he walked through the door right now.

Then again, maybe not.

Spike sits at the bar with a cup of iced coffee, facing the rest of the room, looking through a handful of photographs. Every now and then he stops and smiles and looks like he's completely lost in memories.

Quite close to a first entrance...

[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

Christian has developped a serious writer's block. Having hidden in his room for ages, trying to write and trying to forget the sad incidents, he is completely unaware of the illness and the quest. He comes down from his room and doesn't even discern the tension in the room. He turns to the bar to have his fill of absinthe. Maybe he will meet the green fairy, or, even better, forget.

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

There is a once and future king in the bar.

He is very obviously Max, once King Zan of Antar, because of his hands.

They're stuck on cerulean.

He's looking down at them and fighting, in his head, with Zan.

The hands aren't budging.

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

BAMF.
And Q is in the bar.
No, wait. That's a different canon. Damn. So, standard flash of light, ho hum.

Attention Barry Allen!

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht walks over to bar and places a data chip on her top.

"If you would please see that Barry gets that, Bar. It contains some important information."

The chip vanishes and Naraht goes back to work.

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[shelley_winters]

There is a very serious-looking redhead in the bar. At the bar, actually, staring into a strong mug of tea.

The last dream - whatever it was - had not been nearly so serious, and so she has had something resembling sleep, but the implications are far more worrying.

After a while, she goes outside. Then comes back, and speaks to the bar for a minute or two. She leaves then, tucking a knife into her belt.

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[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

( Note left for Sara Sidle )

Entrance Post

[thefrenchchick.livejournal.com]

Danielle Rousseau was gathering plantains in the jungle, a half-mile from her hidden, underground hideout when she heard the whispers. Immediately aiming her rifle, she stopped and turned slowly, almost certain that the voices were coming from behind her. That is, if there were really any whispers at all.

When she turned to raise the rifle in her defense, however, she found herself staring at a door. Having been alone on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere with its fair share of oddness for the past sixteen years, this shouldn't surprise her but it does. After a moment of staring, Danielle makes a decision.

Doors must be opened.

She enters into Milliways bar with her finger on the trigger.

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[the_lioness]

*Well-armed and dressed for traveling, Alanna exits the staff quarters and looks around the room. She stops by the notice board and rereads Lady Ako's notice about the illness, shaking her head. Restless and ready to be on the way, she climbs up on a chair near the door and speaks loudly, but not overly so.*

Right. Who is going with me?

[OOC: Narnia-quest participants only please.]

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[macleod_connor]

Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod.

He's in the bar.

You'll never guess what he's drinking.

Go on... guess.

Bet you got it wrong.

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[good-witch-tara.livejournal.com]

*Tara opens the door and walks into the bar, looking around and taking in her surroundings. She looks very confused. She slowly makes her way over to the bar and sits down, peeking out from under her hair. At the moment, she's too shy and confused to initiate conversation, so she continues looking around, hoping someone might speak to her and give her an idea of what's going on*

Music for Rachel, teasing Svava, and serious flirtation with Bianca

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar.

He looks pretty much normal for him.

And (fear) he's got his lyranthe and music spread out before him.

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[notafieldagent.livejournal.com]

After his run in with the crazy triplets, George posts a notice on the message board.

Healer needed.
Will be in a booth by the window.
With hand wrapped in a scarf.
Please help.


*Edited with the proper link*

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[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Today, Biff bounds downstairs! He orders his pizza! He invests in exclamation marks and throws himself on the sofa!

The sun is shining (somewhere)! A healthy breeze is wafting around his nether regions! There is so much to be happy about! Really!

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[flybywash]

Enter one sunburned pilot in an obvious hurry, several sheets of paper in hand. He makes a beeline for the Bar and drops the papers on it.

"Hey, can you give these to ( Lilly Kane?'' )

They disappear. Wash smiles, a bit tightly, and is already turning to go when another note appears. He blinks in puzzled surprise and picks it up.

A few moments pass in silence as he reads. Then he sinks onto a stool and puts his head in his hands, face equal parts concern and confusion as he reads it again.

Anybody want to explain to him just what in the gorram hell's going on here?

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: After this, Arithon takes Archie to the House of Arch to pick out a certain ring.))

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Grumpy Vampire Executioner.

At the bar, and watching the people. Not near as pissed as last night, well better hidden at least. She has a soda, and a book and annoyingly enough Bar has produced a stuffed Penguin.

Poke her with a stick!

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[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Ms. Martha Sowerby sits at the bar, drinking a tea, ordered in the way that Susan had taught her.*

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

A rather soaked Valentine walks into the bar from the back. She's in a grees swimsuit, which is now covered by a towel. Plunking on a stool at the bar, a book appears in front of her, along with a steaming mug of tea. Eyeballing the book: (Der Prozess mit Die Verwandlung) she picks it up and starts to read, still dripping, and very much still in her swimsuit.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm is in the bar. Sitting in one of the booths, reading a book. From time-to-time he tries to pick up a glass of Laphroaig. Then realizes he's trying to use the hand that isn't there.

Some might find this comical.

What's he reading? "Casting the Runes and Other Ghost Stories," by M. R. James.

That Bar. She's quite the kidder.

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[agirllost]

After spending most of the day in and out of the bar and a large part of the morning swimming, Kim's ready for a snack.

She comes down to the bar and is about to order something when she spots someone that she thought she'd never have to see again. 'Ramon Salazar'.

Whatever she is about to say she forgets as she stares at the man. Her eyes widen and she unconsciously holds onto a chair for support.

'No, he can't be here, he can't be here...' she thinks as her heart beats faster and she can feel the phantom pain of broken fingers. A memory he probably doesn't have.

She wants to run, but she can't, stuck in one spot as images she's tried to forget seep back into her brain.

Kim takes a breath and tries to keep herself from screaming.

[ooc: Summary for 24-ways - "Snowflake" comes to calm down a shaken Kim, he makes her feel better and then goes off to 'meet' the person who caused her distress. Kim has no idea how much Snowflake could protect her. In a thread that somehow happens at the same time, Nita comes and makes sure Kim's okay, they talk about Nita's family and Chris's illness. Nita promises Kim that nothing will happen to her.]

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Barty inna kitchen. He's starting his punishment work there. Baldrick's got plenty of chores for him to be getting on with!]

Barty's in the bar, and he's quite tired. A hard afternoon of cleaning out an encrusted wok does that to you.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is curled up on one of the sofas in front of the fireplace, coffee cup in hand and a pensieve expression on her face.

Yeah, Faith's thinking. No it doesn't hurt.

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman has a newspaper in front of him, but it's rather obvious that his full attention is not on it. Rather, his attention seems to be divided between the newspaper and a silent observation of the number of patrons in the bar who are exhibiting signs of illness, or other things.

His cup of tea is tepid. That will have to be rectified at some point.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian

(Tricia -- Not Tricia, Trillian -- Trillian Astra, Trillian)

is cold.

Sitting in the bar, leaning against the wall, just slightly frightened, and not liking other people's identity crises.

She's gotten over the shock, right now. That bit's okay.

She's just a little worried.

She could use her friends.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom finds signs of a Beam in London Below

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is sitting at a booth, tapping his fingers against it as he stares at a wall. He is bored. Not only that, but he is -very- bored.

In fact, one might say he is EXTREMELY bored.

A distraction of some sorts? Would be very appreciated.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade are at the usual booth after finishing dinner, the family curled up together and Snow reading to them from a book she got from Bar. It's probably Dr. Seuss or at least something that is most definately not a fairy tale*

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[mordsith-raina.livejournal.com]

Raina's at the bar, sipping at a cup of tea. There's a bowl of soup in front of her, barely touched. She's turned slightly so that she can see at least a decent portion of the room, but for once she seems more curious than wary.

Not that curious is necessarily better.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's in the bar.*

*He's just met Aughra, and he's feeling pretty good about that.*

*Damn he's missed this place.*