(no subject)

[backwardname.livejournal.com]

... Campbell Alexander makes his way back into Milliways again for the first time after returning to Rhode Island post-Narnia.

Judge is loping beside him, and Campbell is carrying a box.

The box is full of what seem to be towels, and they seem to be moving.

On second thought, there are live things under the towels.

And they may be small furry animals of the domestic variety.

OOC: Five young dobermans, offspring of Judge and the Breeding Dog from Canon, if your character likes puppies!

The Door Opens

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

They were eating, all sitting at the bar in a line as they usually did, in the same order they usually did at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, Hermione on the left, Ron on the right, and Harry in the middle. They were all bent over in conversation as they ate dinner, as they usually were as well.

"--Faith gave me these throwing knives. Wicked, aren't they?" Ron said, holding up the knives Faith had given him for Harry and Hermione to inspect. "She taught me how to hide them on me, too, so I could always have them without McGonagall or my mum or somebody catching me."

[OOC: Locked to these three please.]

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

A strangely distant looking Max wanders down to the bar. She doesn't stop for her usual cup of coffee, just takes a seat in a booth, drawing her knees up to her chest and watching quietly. She wants to be around people right now, but at the same time, doesn't want to impose her company on them.

Feel free to bother. She won't bite.

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[OOM: Pie Denies Discordia. Last night, Simon and Kaylee have a conversation.]

(no subject)

[revdubya.livejournal.com]

( Note left with Bar. It's not addressed to anyone. )

By the lake

[dreamer_fray]

[OOM: Harth sits outside at night.]

Late at Night III

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm. In the bar.

The bottle of 1997 Villa Antinori Chianti. Nearing the bottom, alas.

All good things... But there's still some left.

And another row of extra glasses if you'd care to join him.

Please do.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

There is a parrot in the bar. He is likely in the rafters somewhere, people watching. If you happen to look up, or are looking for him, you can probably see him. He would not turn down conversation.

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*There's a girl on a table. Sitting cross-legged, actually, and leaning over the edge to play with her spinner.*

OOM

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

A Visit from Grandmother

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Ray updates his journal again.]

Ray comes down the stairs and makes his way over to the bar in search of breakfast. And coffee. Rather a lot. The phrase 'a mug the size of my head' figures in his order.

Yay, mornings.

(no subject)

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a young woman appears in the doorway. She takes a step into the bar and closes the door behind her. She looks around her briefly, and smiles. This is not where she intended to end up, but it was familiar. It would do nicely for a time.

With a shrug, she turns and makes her way directly to a chair near the fireplace. Might as well get comfortable.

Come welcome her back to Milliways.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is still at the bar. It should probably be noted that his head is resting in his arms on the bar. And that his eyes are closed. And that he's asleep, and has been so for a while now.

Come wake him up. Unless you're someone he really doesn't want to see, he won't be too startled.

[For 24-ways: Behrooz has breakfast with Yrael and talks to Castle about Mercutio and Salazar. And how sleeping in the bar may not be a good idea.]

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Time of day is not necessarily relevant to someone who is used to spending weeks on end underground, away from light of Sun or Moon. Gimli makes his way into the Bar in search of breakfast, and perhaps a spot to sit down and enjoy a quiet pipe when he's done.

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( The One with the Food Porn... )

[Waffles in 134: Mel recovers her spot in the permanent cast list as she fangirls a hero of hers, before an idle comment leads to a full blown waffle cook-off, Iron Chef-style. A blonde ballerina eats food! But what's the verdict? Guest starring: Meg and Andrew.]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is at the bar, eating breakfast.



...That's about it, really.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*No, he's not out by the lake again. He's in the corner, with his stone. And a cider, to boot.*

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. She's reading a newspaper and not paying much attention to her surroundings.

Bother at will.

[Summary: Barry and Sara decide to have a movie night. Sara meets Coraline. And Sara holds her brother together when he falls apart. Sister-glue: best adhesive in the multiverse.]

(no subject)

[not-caroline.livejournal.com]

The little girl with a little curl right in the center of her forehead is back. She is eating waffles and watching people.

She has maple syrup on her hands. And arms. And face.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is doing yoga out by the lake.

He can stand on one foot for almost five minutes. Oooooooooo . . .

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian is in the bar while her mun's house is under attack from repairmen.

And is, at present, lost in an equation -- her paper is running out of space for all the numbers.

(no subject)

[wearsturtleneck.livejournal.com]

One highly self absorbed, self-justified terrorist in the bar.

With paper and pencil. He's not plotting anything. Really.

Stop and visit. Please. Stephen Saunders is lonely, you see. He's been laying low, and therefore hasn't made many friends. Even his own daughter rejected him. He regrets he wasn't in bar last night to snag a puppy. Or he would regret ir, if he knew there were puppies to be had last night.

(no subject)

[snowontheocean.livejournal.com]

Slightly limping Roy in the bar.Oh, don't worry, the Jack Bauer doppleganger didn't hurt his leg. He's limping for other reasons. Presumably two nights spent upstairs with Ramon Salazar.

Roy is currently at the bar with eggs and bacon, toast, orange juice, and a dose of his medication. He's very much aware of a parrot in the rafters. He's trying very hard no to look at or otherwise acknowledge said parrot.

He's also quite tired. Exhausted really. But, it's a satisfied kind of tired.

Aside from the parrot he kows is watching him, Roy is in a good mood. COme talk to him. Mistake him for Jack Bauer if you havne't heard Jack has a very gay twin hanging around the bar.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*It's not a storm cloud...exactly. There is, however, a certain corner of the bar that seems a bit gloomy. That might have to do with the young man sitting there. His hair resembles nothing so much as a haystack, his tunic is wrinkled and his leggings are a little bit off, as if he'd put them on in a hurry...or while not paying the least bit of attention. Red eyes, not that they can be seen as his head is enveloped by a nest of arms, complete the look of shaken weariness.

*There's a chocolate shake next to him, though it's barely been touched.*

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's sitting in a dark corner booth. He's been afraid to come down into the Bar after what happened with Salazar yesterday, but he has to eat, and damned if he's going to let a horny terrorist dictate where he goes and doesn't go.

He's listening to music and eating a sandwich, but his guard is definitely up.

If you're not a terrorist, you're perfectly welcome to come talk to him.

[For 24-Ways: Castle is threatened by Ramon and blows his...well, you couldn't really call it a cover, but anyway. Yeah.]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((IM: Tim is healed and looking to talk with people. Come say hi.))

(no subject)

[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

Entipy walks downstairs. She is still a redhead and she is back to the jeans and tshirt. The thshirt was found in her closet and it says "I need a Brother that won't drive me crazy". She thought it was pretty appropriate. She sits at a table in the back and watches the people. She looking for someone, maybe. Come talk to her.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the bar again. Her mood's improved so much that she's actually chosen another set of clothing from the catalog that Bar gave her. The loose, ivory silk blouse is nice but the sensation of the tight leather of her black pants is taking a little while to get used to.

She orders lunch and a glass of Chardonnay from Bar and goes to find a good view of the End of the Universe.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

As the air shimmers with a silver-white light, Moiraine steps through the portal from the Dreaming into Milliways.

She glances around the room, then glides toward her usual table, where an attentive Holly is waiting with tea.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina has a nightmare.]

(no subject)

[4-4-time.livejournal.com]

Sleipnir's not in the bar (even still). He's outside, by the stables.

And also outside the paddock, though he's not running away or causing a ruckus. He just wanted to be on the other side of the fence at this moment, thank you.

He's watching the stables and bar, in anyone should come out.

(no subject)

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

Alice is in the bar, perched on a barstool and swinging her feet back and forth as she looks around curiously at the patrons.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Once again, there's a tattooed Irishman out at the stone wall, setting up bottles and such for target practice.

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington walks into the bar, in full dress uniform, looking noticeably tired. He immediately heads for the Bar and a restorative drink, sitting alone unless someone would like to change that.

(no subject)

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*This is John's entrance post, for the record. He's going to visit Tim right now, so mun is closing this for comments. He'll be in the bar later, and you can talk to him then.*

(no subject)

[noattachments]

Kate's sitting at a booth with a salad and newspaper she didn't ask for. It's the Des Moines Register. She flips through it as she eats her lunch, skimming the headlines for nothing in particular.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the Lake area. There's a post morning run breakfast to be had.*

(no subject)

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*Well, that was quick. John's back in the bar now, at his usual place in the corner. Drinking double Bushmills and brooding, brooding, brooding. Nobody does morose like John.*

*Come poke him! He'll tell you how much life sucks or something.*

(no subject)

[jane_drew]

*Jane comes down into the bar in a cheerful mood. She thought she might do some people-watching while he got herself some lunch today. She sits at the bar and orders a turkey sandwich and some lemonade, content to watch the other patrons as she eats. Jane's up for meeting new people, should any notice her glances and wish to talk.*

(no subject)

[backwardname.livejournal.com]

Campbell is back. He's still got a box of puppies.

Except for the one puppy that is in his lap, napping, and Judge, standing guard over the box, they're all in the same positions by a random sofa as they were the previous day.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie and his kitten are in the bar again, on the hunt for new friends.

Barmaid in the bar!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, wearing her normal barmaid-outfit, and goes up to Bar to get her tray.

Barmaid on duty, with a pleasant smile and a cheerful manner.

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max is in the bar.

With a Bunsen burner, a box of small metal objects, a couple of tiny chains, a screwdriver, and a blank notebook.

He's doing that weird chemist-mechanic thing he always did in high school.

There's either a Plan, or he's cracked. Or just bored.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River is curled up in an armchair, well away from the fireplace.

She has a book, in which she is scribbling rapid corrections and marginalia with red pen, and a small bowl of fried dumplings, which she is mostly ignoring.

[OOC summary: River is in a bad mood. Sheemie attempts to cheer her up with a cute kitten, and fails.]

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

The best way to counteract worry is, obviously, to go through the latest trade journals and scoff at the gŏushĭ they're trying to pass off as quality machinery these days.

There's also a physics text on the table next to the (very tall) glass of lemonade and the salad with the orange bits, raspberries, and walnuts. Kaylee figures that as long as she's going to be reading, may as well make sure she remembers the interesting parts.

No, not the problem where you drop pennies off the Empire State Building on Earth-That-Was and try to figure out if they'll kill people. Or the one with the kitten on the train tracks. Or the one with the mice that explode and fly off in two chunks, one moving at 40 m/s and the other at 65 m/s. Kaylee's physics teacher -- not that she had one -- was not like yours.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire shows us how far she'll go to make Sawyer happy.]
[OOM: Sawyer gets an early birthday present.]
[OOM: The morning after.]


Subject matter is slightly on the adult side, but there's nothing particularly graphic.

Still Blue

[go-between.livejournal.com]

A blue man wearing a kilt, a babysling, and nothing else walks into the bar.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: She's home...really, really home]

[all other OOM's for Inyri will be in one large post...that I probably will not seperate. Be prepared. XP]

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

The parrot is still sitting in the rafters people watching. Feel free to bring him food or conversation. Oh hell, even a book or alcohol would make him happy.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's in the bar, drinking tea and looking slightly oblivious to his surroundings.

Business as usual, in other words.

(no subject)

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

Loki in the bar.

Be surprised.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack inna bar for all your divinity needs.

Summary in post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason has wandered in from outside, slightly dazed. He blinks once or twice at the patrons, then orders coffee and sits in a booth. A secluded booth. Way in the back.
And definately NO ALCOHOL.
But you can poke at him.

Jason and Archie chat about women and werewolves. Slowtime
Garion tells him about his troubles, his beautiful wife, and agrees to run with Jason on the full moon.
Jason apologises to Max, learns of her questing, and nearly says too much...

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael wanders outside to talk to his plant, for a while, and then comes back in to settle in a corner booth. He's got books in his pockets but doesn't seem particularly inclined to read them - he seems to be lost in thought*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits in an out of the way booth, brooding. Back to the wall, she stretches her feet out in front of her and watches the bar. She has been there most of the day, save a quick trip to Corus to confer with Jon, but the bottle of Olau wine on her table remains untouched.*

[OOC: I'm having wicked connectivity issues today. Should I fall off yet again, I'll return ASAP.]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is at the Bar.

With a list.

And several books.

Add an intent expression, and some pencil-chewing, and you have a pretty adequate picture of what's going on.

The pyro is up to something.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie comes into the bar from the Staff Wing, looking well-rested and in a far better mood then he did last week.

He lets himself behind the Bar and grabs a few of the drink books, although he's in too restless a mood tonight to bother with an elaborate theme. He just flips through a few and notes down drinks that look interesting to him.

Tonight's Specials

Key Lime Pie
Chocolate Monkey
Whiskey Manhatten

he writes in chalk. Then, impulsively, he doodles a turtle in one corner.
See the turtle
"Welcome to Happy Hour, everybody. I'm Eddie Dean, at your service."

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was perched at one of the small tables near the window, working with the beading loom once again. She was using a watercolor palette to keep the tiny seed beads seperated, it worked quite well.

She was only working with one needle today, instead of two, and she wasn't working from a pattern other than the one in her head. She had filled about half her avaliable warp thread, the pattern one of cobalt blue morning glories, with bright green leaves and vines, all over a silvery-grey background.

She was humming faintly as she worked, no particular tune, glass of cherry-lime fizz and half-eaten plate of zucchini chips set aside and likely forgotten. She could probably do with a distraction right about now.

(no subject)

[one-fang-kitty.livejournal.com]

There's a kitty inna bar, doing an impromptu solo act.

"Felines, nothin' more than... feeeelines...."

"Thank you! Tip your waitress."

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

And there's an empath in the bar, sitting at a table, eye still blackened, and looking, well, perhaps slightly worse than yesterday. (These things get worse afore they get better.) She has a brochure advertising travel spots on Corellia, which she is eyeing oddly. She seems cheery enough, however, if perhaps a bit thoughtful.

Home.

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew had never been one for checking the door. Not even when he and Mel were talking most mornings and he got to witness her daily ritual did he think to take one up himself. It seemed counter-productive to his mental stability, especially back then, as Andrew wasn't certain he could handle the disappointment. But less than a day after he had seen Samantha through the door, his body seemed irrevocably drawn across the bar to stand before it. He was silent and almost meditative as he stared his foe down.

I'm ready. Now.

Can't be alone again. Not again. Not now.

Fingers curled over the knob, resolute, as if he could force his will into reality.

Readyreadyreadyready.

With a sudden jerk, the door was flung open and Andrew braced himself for that now all-too-familiar scent of New York alleyway. To realize that he truly was never going to get home again.

Odd that he should then be staring into his own bedroom.


[OOC: Locked to Arthur for plot, please. Thankee!]

(no subject)

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

By the fire, a slim red-headed girl is looking dreamily out the observation window at the apocalyptic end to the universe, with what looks like tea that has been forgotten sitting on the table in front of her. Anne is lost somewhere in fantasies of a place called Gilead, which is mingling itself with the story of the lily maid floating down to Camelot, and it is possible she has forgotten entirely where she is.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke comes in from out by the lake, looking a little tired, and orders a very large, very cold lemonade from the bar.

She gives him the lemonade. And also a brochure urging him to experience the natural wonders of Iceland.

Now he looks tired and perplexed.

(no subject)

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

Into the bar again. This time Romana is wearing a large coat with far too many pockets over a sailor dress and carrying a rather large bag of jelly babies. She just orders a water and sits down at a table somewhere around the middle of the bar.

(no subject)

[undignified]

[oom: not a very good sleep.]

Wes, at the bar. He was there earlier (honest), had caf, ate lunch, but he's still there (or actually is there, now that his mun's finished having a life, oops?), on a bar stool, with a half-full/empty glass of Whyren's.

It's not his first.

Or even his second.

Maybe his third. Yeah. Let's go with three.

(no subject)

[fuchur-dragon.livejournal.com]

Outside the bar, over the lake, there is a long white creature, drifting lazily on an updraft.

Falkor has no wings; he is a creature of air and fire, and he flies like a fish swims in water.

He likes the scenery.

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

Utena dreams, and when she wakes, she begins to remember.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs for some food. He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up and the sleeves pulled down over his hands.

This only goes so far to hide the blue scales.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Drug Lord/Arms Dealer/Terrorist and all-round unsavoury character is inna bar. Getting a few early afternoon drinks in before starting the real drinking at about...oh...4pm.

He's had an extremely good last 48 hours, so feel free to bother at will.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cuthbert thinks about things. Warning for gratuitous use of Beatles and italics.]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg steps into the bar through the front door, looking vaguely tired, and heads for a booth.

She has to be a little more careful than usual, since she's dressed in full and proper 1884 fashion tonight, and the bustle tends to get in the way.*

(no subject)

[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

Looking oddly alone without Ford, Arthir, or Trillian around, Zaphod comes in from the Heart of Gold to talk to Fenchurch for the hell of it.

Have at him, for an hour.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht is back at her regular table.

Once again, she is lying on her belly on top of it instead of sitting at it. She is also propped up on her elbows, attempting to solve the Rubic's Cube Barry gave her a few days ago. So far, she's managed to solve three sides.

She is also still wearing the Sexy Black Leather Pants of Doom (TM) that Bar gave her.

And she is quite oblivious to how they make her butt look as she lies there.

Come and pester at will.

(no subject)

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

Ahhh! Look at all the human people!
A flash of Q, and light is there.
Take me drunk, I'm home again!

(no subject)

[sheila-nagig.livejournal.com]

Sheila comes into the bar, smiling as always, carrying a basket of mint.

The raised eyebrow and the bemused look on her face belies the thought that she expected to end up here.

A shrug and a whistle later, she's sitting at the bar sipping a Mint Julep (made from her own mint, of course) and looking around for old and new faces.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

( A note for Raph, left with Bar. )

departure... almost

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing is sitting in a booth, back in a corner, with Natalie. Beowulf is wandering around the bar somewhere. VH'll have to leave in a little while, but people can come talk to him before he goes.

back to NYC

[macleod_connor]

Connor, having said good-bye to Faith and some others, and collected what he'll need back home, makes his way toward the door and steps through, back into the elevator of his NYC loft.



[ooc: Connor won't be back to Milliways until sometime after 3 August or so as mun is going on vacation...]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a purple god of magic in his favourite chair near the fireplace.

He has coffee and waffles and a medieval murder mystery.

Over the rim of the books, he is watching the trilobites in the tank, and brooding.

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

He'd already been upstairs to visit Bonnie, but now, Kitt was sitting to himself in a booth, legs stretched out over the seat, a lemonade on the table, and in his lap, a guitar which he picked idly. Only experimentation could teach what fingers went where to make the right sounds.

After having heard a few guys strumming around on a streetcorner, he'd gotten curious - and curious AIs with money to burn led to impulse purchases.

Little did the AI know that Bar had had a little fun with him in giving him the guitar. It was a Gibson Firebird acoustic.

(no subject)

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Sleeping on ledges of buildings is just not something Jason ever wants to do again although he will grudingly admit that it was better than the sewer pipe or the meat locker he had briefly considered just to test his endurance.

Stupid ledge. Stupid gargoyle he'd used as a pillow that he might have liked if he had been on patrol with--

Jason rubs his back and sits down at a booth. Damnit. Ugh.

(no subject)

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

There is a very sweet and down to earth goddess inna bar.
She's here again, after a long vacation.

Come welcome her back, buy her a drink, and make her smile.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Look, there's a Jaina at a table someone in the bar. She's been sitting there for a while now, with a bottle of Whyren's and a standard deck of sabacc cards. There are two bowls on the table, with signs in both English and Aurebesh in front of them. One reads "Sabacc Pot", the other "Hand Pot".

She sips at a glass of the Corellian whiskey while she waits for people to show up.


(OOC: Locked to pups involved in the sabacc game. If you're interested, please ping Chaoschild06 or Enelya Sol before posting. Thanks!)

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, looking less disheveled than he did this morning. He has a glass of soda and is looking over his textbook, which is now a Spanish book. It's a nice distraction. Sort of. Not that much, but it'll work for the moment.

Actual conversation may prove to be a better distraction, though.

Swimming!

[go-between.livejournal.com]

After getting supper for them both and talking to some of the patrons, Riki takes Joshua out doors to the lake. It's high time for the baby's first swimming lesson.

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

[OOM: November 19th, 2002 - The Clock Tower]

Goldilocks is downstairs for supper. Since a little variety is always good, she decides on a more central table. Once she's finished the small bowl of chicken Alfredo, she sits back with a glass of Chablis.

Watching and thinking—the morning's chat with Adam still fresh in her mind.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's been in and out all day it seems, the door can't seem to make up it's mind whether to keep her or let her stay home...which is alright. She could use more Milliways before facing tomorrow. People may have seen her meditating, or just passing, but it doesn't matter now. Now...she's donning armor. Certainly not visibly...but she's standing barefoot in the grass by the lake.

Clouds are coming in, obscuring the stars Storm coming, but that's alright to. Rain is real, as real as Starsong. Her eyes are closed and her hands are held loosely at her sides, and yet...there's movement. A swirling, spinning energy, a brief flicker of flame that reaches out, outward, exploring, rifling the waters of the lake, counting each blade of grass, sinking deep into the earth and even seeping into the bar common. Just brushing against everything and everyone in curiosity and delight, sampling the reality of this night, this place.

Then the rain hits and she's simply a girl with her eyes closed and flame dancing along her skin. Just a girl, wrapping the reality of Milliways around herself as she lifts her face to the rain. Real

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Cute, innocent little kitty onna bar. Come talk to it, pet it, feed it, give it a good home.*

*Or you can tell him his act doesn't fool you in the slightest.*

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado comes out of the staff quarters and crosses the room to the couch by the fireplace -- with one quick detour for hot chocolate.

There she curls up, leaning her head sideways against the back of the couch, watching the room. She seems mayhap a little tired, but peacefully content.

(no subject)

[sultry-demoness.livejournal.com]

A smokey figure solidifies into a shapely woman who walks over to the fire and relaxes in one of the chairs. Even demonesses like to relax...after all.

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

[OOM: Duo copies Raven's wings. Millitimed to last night.]

Duo is walking around the lake, occasionally wading. He's slowly getting used to having huge things hanging off his back. A pack is one thing, six foot bits of yourself are harder to manage. He can get pretty good lift, a couple feet off the ground, anyway. Gliding is next.

He's eyeing some nearby trees speculatively.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is playing chess with Chuchu by the window; he's white, she's red. Chuchu's winning.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle inna bar, looking pale and wan and miserable. And also damp. Another very, very long shower. He always comes into the Bar looking damp and miserable after running into Ramon Salazar.

He could use some cheering-up.

[OOC: Locked to Mercutio-kitty and Andres if he's around, thanks.]

departure... no, this time he's actually leaving...

[i_vanquish_evil]

He's at the door, Beowulf on his heel, bag of weapons, etc., on his shoulder; he kisses Natalie one more time, opens the door to the darkness of night and a full moon in the sky over the trees. In the distance can be heard the bay of a werewolf.

He glances back one more time before he and Beowulf step through, back into the woods where he had been fighting said werewolf nearly five (milli-) months ago.




[ooc: like Connor, Van Helsing is gone until after 3 August.]

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Having given up on his quest to find Bernard for the moment, Gimli is settled at a table with the remains of his dinner and the pipe he finally managed to acquire. Tobacco, too, and a nice flint and steel to light the lot with.

In Middle-earth there is no Surgeon General.

Duel Thread

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Q!

*Tim storms from the cells, his trenchcoat billowing in the wind. He's got the sunglasses on, but only because he has so many spells laced into them. It feels damn good to be out of the cells, if only for a battle. And now is the time to prove how trustworthy he can be. He skids to a stop right below the Destruction window.*

Q! I'm calling you out! So lets do this thing.

*With a quick smile to his wife, Tim vanishes, only to reappear hovering outside the big window. Can't have anyone getting hurt after all.*

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch is in Milliways.

Sitting in her usual meditation-like position, legs crossed with feet on knees, and there's a book propped up against one foot that she's reading.

The only thing odd is that she's about three feet off the ground.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is in the bar, with a cigarette and coffee.

If it looks like he has something on his mind, it's because he does.

And if his hat looks more battered then usual, it's because it was gnawed on by a Delbaby last night.

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[scares-me.livejournal.com]

Jane comes down into the bar fairly late. She opens her book across the bar again, and this time orders a glass of red wine. She's not underage in Amsterdam.

She looks briefly around the bar before her eyes move back to her book. She wouldn't mind an interruption.

[ooc: mun is asleep]

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is in the bar, at a table.

With cigarettes, and coffee, and an empty plate that held a burrito a while ago.

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

An Anakin walks into a bar. No, he's not here to play sabacc. *Watch* sabacc, maybe, but not play. Jedi don't gamble. ::shifty eyes::

On his way over, he gets tea. This is not a surprise. Tea eats your soul.

Come say hi!

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[prettymaids]

*Drusilla comes down the stairs, humming softly to herself as she shuffles a pack of Tarot cards. She heads to the bar and orders a glass of blood and sets out her cards for a reading. Funny thing is though that it looks an awful look like she's playing a game of Solitaire.*

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland has been busy. He'd requested building materials from the bar. His right hand was a hindrance.

But now on the table in front of him he has a rough structure built in what looks like a valley. A bowl-shaped valley. A bowl-shaped valley, with a structure resting in the plaza in the middle. Some might say it resembles this.

To his right he has a notebook open. There's a lot written...in the Great Letters of Gilead.

There are also figures that look as though they came from a child's plastic Cowboys-and-Indians set.

(It is a truth universally acknowledged that a gunslinger in possession of desire for less dangerous tools of war must be in want of a Bar to insert some semblance of humor into the matter.)

At any rate, Roland is moving around these figures in the structure, consulting his notebook, and looking very thoughtful.

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny in bar.

Sunny still not happy, but not moping, at least.

Still oddly quiet, though, as she has been.

Sunnymun lack good grammar.

And there is a small duck.

The duck isn't really related to Sunny. It's just there. In the bar.

Being duck-like.

Quack.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and in comes a very confused Sheppard. He blinks as he glances around, frowning to himself. "I just got out of here," he complains. At least he knows now that the guess about being able to be brought here when using the Stargate was right. And visiting for awhile sounds a bit preferable to exploring M1M-316. He probably has less chance of being eaten by a T-rex here.

Probably.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

*Gorlim's in the bar. He's looking for Eilinel, but anyone can feel free to bother him. He's still wearing the clothes he had on when returning from the Nameless City, and looks like probably he hasn't slept since then.*