First post.

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor walks into Milliways with a backpack on his shoulders, expecting to find his chemistry class. He does a double-take when he sees the bar, and stares at the people and things in it.

“Um…” He glances to the door behind him. “How’d that happen?” Under his breath he mutters “Should’ve known being normal couldn’t last.”

He considers trying the door, but he’s too curious to try to leave without learning about this place, so he looks around for someone to explain things to him.

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote is sitting quietly in a booth. She's wearing a fringed leather skirt and plain white shirt, and her hair is pulled back into a low pony tail. The trickster looks positively demure.

She's molding several small clay figurines, and a cigarette lays unattended in the ashtray, still smoking.

first entrance

[holocam-boy.livejournal.com]

Down in the lower back-alleys of the city, near the main space port on Denon, is a wormhole in space and time -- or at least, there is for a few seconds, as Tarc heads back to his and Tam's apartment from the holotheater.

He doesn't notice it, of course, as intent as he is upon the people around him, all of them interesting and worthy of being filmed. Pilots and businessmen, smugglers and merchants, far too many subjects this close to the space port for him to focus on just one.

But his next step takes him not to the end of the street -- but into a brightly-lit bar. He stops, lowers the holocam and looks around. He sees people, he sees lights, he sees food and drinks and--

--fantastic material for filming.

And so it is: a short Anakin Solo-lookalike with what looks like a small digital video camera in his hand, standing a few steps away from the entrance.

Tarc inna bar!

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Val and Luke have dinner in which Val tells Luke she's going on the sickness quest. Millitimed to before the East Berlin group left.]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Someone, somewhere, decided to combine frozen cream with not only coffee, but also chocolate. This is a blinding light from heaven.

It is also one Puck sitting on a table, eating Chocolate Mocha Swirl ice cream.

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[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

Richard looks almost disappointed as he makes his way down into the bar. He hadn't really expected it to be gone, but he'd hoped. It would have been nice to have things simply return to normal for once. He sighs in defeat and heads to the bar to get a cup of tea and something to eat. Once he's obtained said foodstuffs he sits staring fixedly at the door, and wondering if it might magically open if he tries again.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland ambles downstairs.

Then he sees the scene by the door.

He doesn't stop ambling as he joins the Serenity-folken.

But his expression is thunderous.

Late at Night II...

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm's keeping later hours this week. He's enjoying the quiet, and the conversations.

And that bottle of 1997 Villa Antinori Chianti is *still* miraculously not empty. So Malcolm continues to savor it, while trying to think how he could possibly thank Bar properly for it.

Anyway, there are extra glasses on the small table beside him. Please feel free to join him...

The Arrival

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

[OOM: November 23rd, 2002 - The Blood]

She'd been expecting cold, hard granite. So it's with some surprise that Goldilocks ends up sitting on cushioned wood.

It all occurred in an unobtrusive blink of an eye. First there was an empty chair at one of the bar's central tables. Then there was a weak flash, an apparition flickering once. Then there was a woman—a gray hunting rifle leaned against her thigh, and an un-shouldered backpack at her feet.

Short golden blonde hair touches the shoulders of a thick camouflaged Gore-Tex Parka. Blue eyes stare through round glass, misted from the sudden change in temperature. A water bottle hits the floor, now ignored contents beginning to leak out. A hand instinctively strays to a sidearm. A hand that's streaked with dried blood.

Stunned and wary, Goldilocks scans the bar, taking in the surroundings and the few patrons that are present. What the hell?

* entrance *

[roswell_grey]

There's suddenly a bright column of light in the middle of the bar; it expands to a foot or so across and is accompanied by a high-pitched whistle-like sound. When the light is gone, there is a three-foot tall alien sitting in a large chair that looks like it belongs on a starship.

The alien looks to either side, he appears to be looking for someone. However, he does not look confused about finding himself here at Milliways, rather that this is exactly where he intended to be; he's just not seeing the person he seeks.

Care to find out who he might be looking for?

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[fuchur-dragon.livejournal.com]

From the same broom closet as yesterday, a huge friendly ruby-coloured eye occasionally peers into the bar to see whether one of the two people it hopes to see is outside after all.

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[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah is in the bar.

Not a lot to add to that really.

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

And so there was Fenchurch, because her mun is suffering so much woe and needs a light-hearted character ... well, because there's no reason there shouldn't be Fenchurch.

She's eyeing Bar with trepidation.

What to order is the question of the day, and if you're Fenchurch, it's a question that takes a long time to get answered.

[ OOC: Mun will be leaving in an hour for the Manhattan Millimeet, for great yay! - so all threads will be slowtimed/faded eventually. ]

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> July 17th, 2005: The Room

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska is in the bar again.

She's still in witches black.

Really, if you went and talked to her, she'd help you not die, I promise.

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

There is a scarlet macaw in the bar. He is perched on the back of a chair near the fireplace. He doesn't bite hard, and he may even be able to speak. Come find out, and bring food.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's back at her table, lying on her belly on top of it.

Her task is done, thanks to Eska.

But now she's at loose ends...not a good thing.

She has also not been eating regularly again. The preoccupation with finding sick people kept hunger at bay, but she's starting to notice it...

But she's still to paranoid to approach Bar for something.

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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Lucifer is spinning an empty wine glass on the table, idly, not really concentrating on what he's doing.

He looks bored and tense, but more composed than he was.

[OOC: Plot locked for plot, at least at the moment.]

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[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

There's an astronomer/astrologer/achemist in the bar.

We'll call her Aughra. It's easier.

She's back at the viewing window, but now her attention is divided between the panorama and a set of diagrams she is drawing. They look like plans for telescopes. It seems that Aughra intends to turn part of Milliways into an Observatory.

Come and interrupt her.

Morgan and Adam are silly, then discuss looks vs. morals before it suddenly turns to woe.

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

There are times when Morgan gets really, really sick of being the Princess Morgne.

This is one of those times.

The girl is sitting on her normal table, shoes on the floor, as she calmly and quickly yanks the pins from her hair.

Bloody Court.

Summary in Post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is lounging happily in a booth. He's eaten, and is playing with a small bowl of sherbet. It's a lazy, people watching day. At least he's not thinking of eating anyone this time. He's already full.

[Summary: Jason and Yrael banter, Jason learns of Yrael's life before Milliways, they decide to go hunt Gabriel demonic bunnies.
Jason meets Fenchurch. slowtime?]

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[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

There is a young man in the bar noone has ever seen before. He looks a little clumsy eating a bacon sandwich. Come and meet Gaspode, you won't recognize him after this.

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[hellobugbite]

This pilot in the bar can't seem to stop bouncing.

Maybe it's all the sugar he's been eating.

Maybe it's the fact that he's engrossed in a tabletop re-enactment of the Battle of Endor using yellow plastic army men as starfighters and Hot Wheels cars as Star Destroyers, with a stuffed rabbit in place of the second Death Star.

Hobbie has been learning about being specific when he asks the Bar for things.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Clothes shopping is a very, very serious business, bringing the hunter-gather culture to new and unexplored heights.

Bianca, a couple bags in one hand and a single on in the other, blinks as she opens the door.

"...oh, so I can get here from Sydney now..."

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[menninia-vedra.livejournal.com]

There is a pre-teenage girl curled up on a couch near the fire. She has green pastel across her nose and cheek, a grimly determined look in clear grey eyes, and an over-large pad of paper that is apparently frustrating her greatly.

First Enterance

[4-4-time.livejournal.com]

OOM: First entrance, out in the Woods

((Susan and Sheemie meet up with Sleipnir))

Technically outside of the bar-

[4-4-time.livejournal.com]

But out by the stables, in the paddock that wraps around behind the stables, is a very large, dark grey, eight-legged Horse. He's leaning against one of the fence railings, dozing in the late afternoon sun- but he's still facing to keep an eye on the stable and bar doors, and ears are listening, should anyone come out his way.

... No, not joking. Eight legs.

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[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie comes downstairs, Capi purring happily on his shoulder.

Entrance Post

[paper-agent.livejournal.com]

Yomiko comes down into the bar and asks the bar for some dinner and is presented with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. She takes her tray and slips into a booth, and pulls out a book and starts to read, while eating the sphaghetti. She's not looking at what's she's doing, and she's managed to get spaghetti sauce on her nose.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Respite in the House of Arch

Entrance

[not-caroline.livejournal.com]

The front door opens.

There is a brief pause and then the little girl peeks through. She breathes a sigh of relife: it's not what she expected, but it's not what she feared, either. She steps through, eyes wide with curiosity, and then jumps when the door shuts behind her. She opens it quickly, and looks relieved again when it shows an ordinary hallway. She shuts the door again.

She's an explorer. She starts exploring.

~ looking for David ~

[i_vanquish_evil]

He had read the note that came in the envelope and figured it was time to contact David as arranged.

He follows the instructions and suddenly finds himself, exactly as the note read, in a large house.

"Now to locate David..." he says to the empty-ish expanse of wherever he is.









[ooc: Mun is leaving for vacation at the end of the week and needs to wrap plot stuff, so this post is for plot, David Talbot only, please. Thanx.]

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[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris walks calmly downstairs and curls up in a chair with a cup of tea. She seems to be looking for people to talk to.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits by the fireplace, guitar on his knee. He plays and sings softly.
( Summer has come and passed )

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[mogget_cat]

*Some time today, Yrael comes in through the bar door, looking pleased with himself.*

By the Lake

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur has dragged herself outside, where she found a sunwarmed rock by the lake, positioned so that the setting sun continues to shine across it. She is now lying on her back on the rock, apparently asleep.

She has stopped losing fur, so now she's about fifty percent soft hani fur and fifty percent smooth snake skin. She also has webbed feet, like slightly-furry duck feet. As she is asleep, it is not as obvious that she has less energy than, say, a depleted AAA battery. Also, given her asleep status, it's unclear whether or not she wanted to sleep in the sun (like a warm-blooded feline) or bask in the heat (like a cold-blooded snake)

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[iustus_rex]

Edmund comes in from the House of Arch, wearing his sword.

Technically it was a gift from the Antichrist, but hey, who's counting?

He's planning to go take Rachât for a brief ride, because the other day while riding with Susan he'd found a lovely clearing in the middle of the forest, and thinks it would be a good place to get back in practice without having to worry about an audience.

As he looks around, he sees Kitty, looking... mildly frantic, actually.

He heads over.

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[tibetanmethod]

( upstairs, just a few minutes earlier )

"One more cup of coffee for the road."

He doesn't usually go about quoting Bob Dylan, but there's no harm in it. It's a very thoughtful FBI Special Agent sitting at the bar at this place for what he fully intends to be the last time.

"And a slice of cherry pie." He drops a five-dollar bill on the bar and watches as it's absorbed. And then the bar does something it's never done before: spits back change. Dale counts it, nods, and puts it into his jacket pocket.

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri's back downstairs, looking for something to eat.

She's decided that spending too much time up in her room alone really doesn't do her any good, because it leaves too much time to think.

There's no telling what kind of lies she's had to tell herself so that she can function without thinking too hard about where everyone comes from and how they're here and why, but it's a good bet that she won't be asking for people's home planets any time soon.

Or mentioning the Jedi.

Or carrying her lightsaber in the Bar.

Or practicing when there are a lot of people out by the lake who could see her.

For now, she's sitting in a booth with a sandwich and a bowl of strawberries. Pointedly not thinking about how strawberries are an Earth fruit.


[ooc: expect slowtime at about 9:30 pm EST, as mun will have to go to work.]

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

So, Svava's sitting at the Bar, thinking. She has kept herself from tapping her fingers on the bar top- that would be rude, she thinks.

"Alright. Um, Bar? I'd like a book, if you please? You'd probably be able to have it. And like the book of maps, I'll narrow it down, because otherwise it would be like Ace getting one of every type of firecracker in all worlds possible, and- .... it wouldn't quite work."

A cup of hot chocolate in a mug with flowers and cats appears on the top of the Bar- Svava smiles, and picks it up.

"So, if you could, with the limit of... most versions of earth, at the date of the year two thousand, could I get a book of afterlives? Places people go to after they die? I know of my own, but- "

A book does appear. Its... rather big, and heavy. Svava eyes it, bemused, and smiles, gently patting Bar. "Thank you."

Well, its professional interest, of a sort. She takes the hot chocolate and book to a chair to sit and start looking through it.

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[badinlatin]

((OOM: Mal in his bunk and in his head. ))

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[iustus_rex]

[ Outside Milliways: The Questers arrive at Cair Paravel ]

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Shortly after Chloe goes back up to Richard's room, she finds him up in bed, almost cheerful. She had asked him if he'd like to go back downstairs to the bar and after assuring him repeatedly that the Triplets could not get at him, Richard follows Chloe downstairs.

Come talk to them! Unless you're Satan's Littlest Helpers.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon is bored. Really really bored. This probably accounts for the face like thunder and the unlit cigar twirling rapidly between his fingers. The good news is, the bottle of tequila in front of him is almost full so he's probably not violent. He'd certainly welcome a distraction.

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[fearless-ferret.livejournal.com]

A boy walks into the bar. He's tall and blonde and freckled, and there's something very cartoonish about him. It might be because he's two dimentional. He is clearly your typical Gawky Adolescent Male, and also clearly confused.

"Woah, Bueno Nacho did some remodeling," he comments, staring at the bar.

Abruptly a small, hairless creature pokes its head out of one of Ron's pockets and gasps in apparant terror.

"No, no, this could be a good thing," says Ron doubtfully. "Even Bueno Nacho can stand some improvements. No more plastic chairs, no more greasy countertops, no more . . . bendy straws . . ."

He attempts to appear cheerful, but his face only falls more with each observation. The naked mole rat whimpers nervously, and Ron shrugs and walks over to the bar. "Wnatever. Gimme the usual, Ned." The manager of Bueno Nacho completely and utterly fails to appear, and Ron blinks. "Hey, Ned? Ned? What's up with the new decor? Ned?"

He looks up at the space above the bar. A fast-food menu fails to be seen, and Ron looks even more disturbed.

"Where's the menu?" he asks, his voice rising with panic. "Where's Ned? Where's Bueno Nacho?"

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

The first day was for arrival. The second day was for getting his bearings.

This is the third day in Milliways for Gimli, son of Glóin, and that means that it is time to explore.

After a decent meal, of course. He's no Hobbit, but he does like his food.

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[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

MacManus in the bar, looking for his sister.

There may be a plate of brownies on hand, in case of necessary apologies, ect.

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Grumpy, confused, miserable, Vampire Executioner.

She sits at the bar. Another penguin on the table next to her, Her hand on her forehead. Radiating..bad feelings.

Plate and drink next to her.

Poke her if you want!

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[notafieldagent.livejournal.com]

George. Inna bar.

With chicken salad and fruit.

Also a book, but he's not reading it. He's scanning he bar. Watching the people. Wondering how the triplets are and if they're okay.

Feel free to pester.

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[slayer_fray]

(OOM: On the hunt)

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[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor's sitting at a table, with an open textbook, several pages of notes, and a milkshake.

He alternates between watching the observation window, and the people in the bar. Very occasionally he reads a few sentences from the textbook, but that never lasts long.

Come say hi.

Intro Post

[firstnamemister.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

The door shuts obediently behind him, but his eyes aren't focussed on what he'd just left.

They're staring at what's obviously a bar. A bar hidden in the middle of a former military facility.

Jaw, suitably slack? Check.

Obligatory widening of the eyes? Check.

Mouth at the ready?

And...

"Wow...!"

He spins around eagerly, desperate to take it all in at once, as if worried the sight might disappear before he's had the chance to experience it. "This is something you don't see every day," he murmurs to no one in particular.

Mister Smith has come to Milliways.

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[your-pet-beast.livejournal.com]

If Gar Logan is this hot as a green guy, can one just imagine what he'd look like normal? Either way. He's a lean, green, shapeshiftin' machine.

Or something like that.

To the point! Gar has entered the bar again, and seems happy to have done so. Come be happy with him!

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, in a bar.

At a Bar.

Chasing the last few blueberries in her bowl round and round and round.

Trying to come up with an excuse to make use of the newly opened Office door. She doesn't want to prove Baby right, after all.

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[nita_callahan]

In spite of Puck's earlier warnings, Nita's wandering by the lake.

In respect of Puck's earlier warnings, she's staying near the bar, and wearing her charm bracelet. But it's hard for her to be worried when the stars and Moon are out and the air is cool and fresh.

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

OOM: Laini's Room

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[someonesdog]

There is a werewolf in the bar, at the Bar, drinking a beer.

...yeah, it's not that exciting.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

See Naraht.

Naraht's still human.

Naraht's napping on top of her regular table again.

Go wake her up.

20,000 Leagues Under the ... Lake

[frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com]

Ms. Frizzle, Lizzie perched atop her shoulder, pulls up to Milliways and blasts her horn.

"ALL ABOARD!"




[OOC: Yes, it's a field trip! All interested characters, please respond below, but I'd like a limit of six or seven participants. We'll try to establish a single thread with a regular posting order, okay? Awesome, thanks.]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar.

Amusing things may happen. They certainly did last night.

Actually, he's still grinning about getting Jason into that get up.

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[smallestopener]

*Ingress arrives in the bar, her blue hair windblown from an afternoon of flying. She's had a grand day!

As she walks to the bar for a shake, she spies... a doll that looks like Tom????

She's going to check that out, but you know Ingress. She loves to talk to folks.*

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam's inna bar!

Headphones, check. Frou Frou and The Shins cd's, check. Cd player, check.

Insert Frou Frou, place headphones on.

Order milkshake, chocolate one, and then commence to losing herself in the music.

Come by and chat, just tap her on the shoulder first.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri inna bar.

Pulling onna peice of hair. Deciding whether to order lum, Whyren's or something completely different.

Come and chat.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

With the slow, reverse-fade flicker of an old black and white movie starting, Dream appears in the bar.

By the time he has chosen to sit, so has his ever-shifting throne and with a faint expression of one sort or another (it is rather hard to tell the emotion in stars) he watches the patrons.

Morgan is very herself, April brings up Raph and gets rescued by Mike, and Meredeth is overwhelmed.

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[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

Christian is in the bar. Having come down from his room once, he thought he might venture it again. But the bar doesn't seem to ready to let him get away with another evening staring at his glass: when he asked for absinth, all he got was a big glass of Eau minerale with a slice of lemon in it- and a notebook with a pen. He's still staring at all that.

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[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

*A pair of Nexts are in Milliways.

Thursday, making edits to her Travelbook, and Friday, quietly following along with his mother.*

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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel..in her spandex. Nice view really. Her hair is braided to stay out of the way, there's the occassional smudge of dirt, and the disqueited, worn look on her face...but still a nice view.

She's sipping water and occassionally bothering to look up as she leans against Bar...

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[silver_flecks]

In the middle of the bar appears...

an army.

A BDSM puppet. A Tom Riddle puppet. Many Ninja Frogs. And a singing breast that may be named Bob.

Bob is not attached to anyone at the moment, simply warbling, "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

They are Looking for something.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

There's still no Steph in the bar; there's one in her room, though, sick and horrid.

EDIT: As per Sickness Things, the Steph is now frozen, and will remain so until someone comes with a cure.

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

He hadn't moved from the booth or a week. Cameron stayed with him much of the time, and for that he is grateful. She'd helped him drink water and protien shakes to keep his strength up, though he was beginning to wonder what the point was. He'd never be able to leave the booth on his bum leg without his cane, and he coudln't hold his cane with dog paws.

At any rate. House, in the booth. Half man, half dog. Complete grump. Stop by at your on risk. Animals welcome much more than people.

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[revdubya.livejournal.com]

The bar door opens with an almighty bang; almighty being the operative word.

A man who looks remarkably like the 2001-2009 President of the United States bursts in, brandishing a pistol in one hand and a children's illustrated bible in the other.

He, however, is not the President of anything. He is the Reverend Dubya Bush, leader of the Church of Latter-Day Morons.

"Greetings in the Lord! Let's find the Great Satan and smoke 'im out, yessireeeee!"

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow, Millie and Wade are at the usual booth, where Snow is reading to the children*

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is sitting at a booth, blasting music through his headphones and in general just ignoring everything around him. His excuse for ignoring things is the notebook in front of him, though you'd think he'd be actually writing something rather than staring at a blank page. For at least ten minutes.

Hmm.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's at her booth ... doing what looks like fighting with a few books.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is in fact not one of them -- it sits harmlessly on the side of the table, untouched.

The book in Trillian's hands is in a scrawly, sort of sideways handwriting that vaguely resembles, but isn't, Max Evans'.

"Aku-il ... ak-ueil ... aku--ugh, I am never, ever going to get this."

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[iustus_rex]

[ Outside Milliways: One Last Task ]

[ Return to Milliways ]

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[mouse-shadow.livejournal.com]

Slightly less needy than the milliday before, Paul sits in front of the Observation Window looking as if he's in deep contemplation. This might be a good time to test his abilities at prescience, if you dare.

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[owendavies.livejournal.com]

Owen Davies is dressed for church, in a plain bland grey suit that is well behind the fashion even for 1977, when he enters the bar. He does not look pleased to be there.

[Owen meets new and scary people like Raven, Morgan and Thursday Next. He actually talks to Raven, almost.]

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[-thief-catcher-.livejournal.com]

Juilin is sitting at a small table. His staff is leaning up against his chair and he has a glass of ale in front of him. He seems to be in a good mood.

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[last_adam]

*The stone in his hand is smooth and cool, but Adam's not concentrating on that, he's concentrating on the drink in front of him.*

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[called_lioness]

Look! In a booth! It's a girl! It's a queen! It's...Lucy Pevensie!

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[stilljustandrew]

*Dude, it's an Andrew!*

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[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Night has fallen outside, which Chur does not notice - until her sunwarmed rock is no longer warm, that is. Then she attempts to stand up, falls, and crawls her way back into the bar. She continues crawling on her hands and knees until she reaches an empty booth, at which point she pulls herself up into the booth and falls asleep again.

Poor half-furry half-scaly hani. Those webbed feet look uncomfortable to walk on, too. (Good thing she wasn't walking, right?)

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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

And there's a Merry in the bar.

Wrapped up in a book, 'Vanity Fair' to be exact. She has a tea cup and a plate of food. But she's not paying attention to either.

Feel free to bother

Get Cure Here

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako is in the bar, with a bag.

She stands at the foot of the stairs and calls for Laini to come down.

From her bag she pulls the plant that the twins brought her, and the other ingredients from all of the questers are laid out on the table.

Everyone has shown up by now (magic of Millitime, baby!) and it is time to begin.

At the last she pulls out the skull of a Fox. Not a fox, but a Fox and it is obviously well preserved. The ingredients are put in, and she holds a knife out to Laini,

"It is time. You know what to do."

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

There is wine, women, and song! Except, take away the wine pretty girls and you may have something similar to Zedd playing his flute softly by the fireplace.