(no subject)

[eilinel.livejournal.com]

*Eilinel, from upstairs. Or else, that's probably where she was.*

(no subject)

[locks_it_up]

You know the girl on the corner stool.

Or, it might be more accurate to say... she knows you.

She's drinking a White Russian with an unreadable sort of smile on her face.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, sipping at a cup of coffee. She isn't reading this time, or people-watching, either. No, she's building a house of cards. She hasn't resorted to crazy glue...yet.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

Richard's at the bar drinking a cup of coffee. He doesn't like coffee at all. It's a bit of a punishment to himself. And he feels like he needs the caffeine. A little like hooking up an IV line directly, actually. Of course he's still brooding.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Because of the wonders of Millitime and the greatness of Tim and Q
There is an Andres in the bar. This Andres is very different from the Andres most recently seen.
This one his human. He is sitting in a booth drinking, and eating real food.
He is celebrating and waiting for people he recognizes.
Come be one of those people. Or introduce yourself if you are not.

[ooc:Morning now, and mun is back feel free to tag.]

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

The night is warm, and there's a light breeze.

And Roland has his hands in his pockets as he and Death walk along the lake shore.

Quietly: "You're troubled."


[Just the Boss Lady and her longtime employee, please.]

(no subject)

[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

There are some people who just don't make their presence known often enough.

An errant breeze, no doubt caused by one person opening the front door and another the door to the stables, causes the cigarette smoke to clear from a certain booth.

For unknown reasons, the smoke does not gather again.

For unknown reasons, the man lounging in the booth is wearing a dress.

It was a Christmas gift from his sister.

The shoes were from one of his aunts.

He lights another cigarette, absently, watching the crowds.

(no subject)

[fallout-charm.livejournal.com]

Lucca. Curled up in a chair. By the Fire. Holding a bunny plushie.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Having slept without the half-hearted sound of human snoring to disturb him, Gimli heads outside for a while this morning. Oh, he'll be back into the Bar proper after, but for now he wants a look at the grounds about this place, beyond mere searching for the marks of horseshoes.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Last night was one of the most nerve-wracking nights of Ray's existence, in many, many ways. But it turned out all right in the end, again, in many ways.

He's in the Bar now. He's in quite the good mood, by the look of him. Heck, he's even got normal-people coffee and a bagel with what might have been some kind of fish once on it. Say hi!

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex comes downstairs and goes over to a booth, stopping by the bar for tea and a book on the way.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel's in the bar again for breakfast.

Which she's actually taking on the floor, right next to the obsversation window.

Because sometimes, one forgets where exactly one is, and it's nice to be reminded.

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Having totally missed the duel the previous night because he is was gallavanting around the Galaxy with Trillian, Ford wanders down the stairs.

Prefect inna bar. The cool kind of Prefect, not the stuffy Give-Me-That-Frisbee-Or-It'll-Be-Detention-For-You-Mister kind.

(no subject)

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

Hestia is in a chair by the fire, curled up with a few books and hot chocolate.
Come talk to the newish girl. She likes making friends.
especially with terrorists apparently.

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

[Pre-Milliways: On the Run]

It's not until he closes the door that he realizes that it's not the same door. He looks around cautiously, slowly realizing that his Control Room has turned into some sort of... bar?

He reopens the door and pokes his head out. The laser blast comes so close it singes an eyebrow. Yes, that's still the Cybermen pursuing him, and yes, the outside of the door is still the same familiar blue. But the inside was just... gone.

He quickly closes the door again as the white-faced robots take aim for another shot. Well, let's see where this goes, shall we?

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There is a Horta coming down the stairs!

Yes, not a Horta-turned-human but a genuine Horta. Naraht's back to normal and in a damn fine mood. He parks his Dendromys vehicle and glides over to Bar.

"Good morning, Bar," he all but sings through his voder. "May I have some white marble...no, make that black marble with alabaster ground over the top?"

A tray with the requested treat appears and Naraht lifts it deftly with his fringe.

"Thank you, Bar," he says. "For everything."

He's going over to his regular table now. Come share the Horta joy.

(no subject)

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

Dr Allison Cameron wanders down into the bar. She has a book with her and she sits at a table reading it. She would love company though

(no subject)

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

Alice is in the bar again. After having ice cream with Coraline the other day, she's gotten some of her own today.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar, reading a newspaper once again. Her frown is a little more pronounced this day.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah's still at the beadwork, working with wire now instead of the loom, flowers still, she made a pearly black rose the night before and is now just working it all together into an actual rose shape instead of a bunch of disconnected petals and leaves.

She's perched at a table near the observation window, best light there. She's got a mug of cherry-lime fizz and hasn't yet gotten up to get actual food, but she'd certainly enjoy some, and some company.

( got a bit of unsupervised time while the bosses are in a meeting, and it'll be lunch soon, whoo, an entire half hour! Anything I don't catch in that time I'll pick up when I get home ^_^ Have at it )

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

There was an April sitting at the bar. She was perched primly on the edge of her stool, alternately sipping a milkshake and faintly singing "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic" by the Police. To say she appeared pleased would have been a bit of an understatement. She was well-rested for the first time in days and had that rather tell-tale, mischievous glow that can only result from getting lucky.

Really, there was probably no better time to bug her.

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

To be perfectly honest, I've never felt a pressing need to do very much other than preserve my own life. This morning, however, something seized me. Usually, when I say something along those lines, it's usually an angry man of some size who is displeased with my ability to cheat him in some manner, but for once it was merely a longing and for once, that longing had nothing to do with money.

I made my way downstairs, careful as always, and hobbled across to the bar itself. It only took a moment for the bar to give me what I needed, and with a skill I hadn't though I had, I began weaving on the handloom she had so readily provided me with. I'm not quite sure what I'm weaving, or why, but I can't help but do it anyway.

It's really rather disturbing.

So far, I have what looks to be feet. The only mildly disconcerting thing about that is that there is no ground underneath these feet, merely blackness surrounding it.

Odd.

(no subject)

[dequincy.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of people with doctorates in the bar, apparently.

Or just people called that.

Either way, Katherine is one more, and for once is not surrounded by a pile of newspapers.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Feeling a little worried about one's nearest and dearest is no excuse at all to neglect one's duties. So, since it is Thursday and the mun has an afternoon off YAY!! Gil is doing his inventory.

Cereals, flours, sugars, dried fruit, grains and pulses, fresh fruits and vegetables, jams and pickles and preserves, meat and fish, teas [lots of different ones of those] and coffees [ditto] - they all go down on his lists. Then he takes his notebook and pencil out into the bar with a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits to write up the stuff he wants to order.

Probably unnecessary but one never knows. It would be a tragedy if they ran out of Marmite.

But today it is hard to concentrate so he looks out of the window and sucks his pencil and sighs.

Come cheer up a faun? Fauns don't bite.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

After this:

Sawyer walks downstairs with a small bag of clothes in one hand and a certain magic feather in the other. He doesn't bother speaking to anybody but walks straight to the front door and pulls it open. On the other side is Richard and Amadeo's New Orleans home.

Time to get on the clock.

He takes one last glance up the stairs and walks out the door.

(no subject)

[scares-me.livejournal.com]

Jane's sitting in a booth. She's actually not reading today!

Ok, she was, but the book is closed now. Instead, she's leaning into the booth, sipping at a cup of tea, her eyes staring down at the table. She doesn't notice what's going on around her, she just stares intently at the table, apparently lost in thought.

[For 24-ways: Jane offhandedly mentions to Ramon that she knows a few of the CTU agents in the bar. She becomes suspicious when he asks for specifics, and when she closes up he threatens her until she gives him a name. He warns her not to tell her father and leaves.]

Swimming!

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Ce'Nedra bounces downstairs in her dryad tunic and nothing else. She won't need much else in a moment. She stops by the bar to ask for a towel and a small bottle pops up with it. It proves to be some sort of oil. She has no idea what SPF means, but it smells nice, so she'll use it. She heads outside and runs out to the end of the pier where she strips off the tunic and applies the oil.

Come join her!

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly has been at the bar but now she posts an entrance post moves to a table in a corner and sits. She sketching people.*

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

And there's a crazy man screaming at the top of his lungs, shiny gold uniform glinting in the lights of Milliways

"Free at last! Thank god almighty and hallejulah!!! Looking wonderful, Milliways!"

Peter jogged up, and gave the Bar a smooch.

"How are you, beautiful?"

Gee, you think he's in a good mood today?

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's at a table, writing idly in a notebook. She has a book beside her, but doesn't seem all that interested in it for some reason. She, perhaps over-obviously, has something on her mind. Her notebook is a bumch of doodles and scribbles, incomprehensible, unless one happens to know about four languages from two universes. Yes, Val really does write multi-lingually. Have at her.

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

(yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me)

Captain Jack (Sparrow) Richards is slumped in the corner of a booth. He looks as though he's not moved for some time.

Two empty pint glasses are on the table in front of him, and two untouched, completely full bottles of rum stand nearby. Every so often, he looks at one of them, and then away again just as quickly.

(why is the rum gone?)

One hand is clenched in his hair, just over his temple, as though he's fighting off a blinding headache.

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington comes down the stairs from the guest rooms and heads for the Bar to get food and drink and return his key. He decided to spend a night at the bar, away from the responsibilities of his world.

It doesn't seem to have helped much with how tired and worn he looks, though.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's an Ace, who looks entirely too pleased about life in general. She's sitting at the Bar, with her list and her new books, humming happily to herself as she gnaws on her poor abused pencil.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is outside in the stables, grooming Mithros after an early-morning ride.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe's off in one corner, cleaning his gun and keeping an eye out for people he knows.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: A security update is posted in the office. Bernard also receives a copy with the following scribbled at the top: Back from Narnia, cure administered. Tim said the duel needed to happen last night. I didn't want to tempt fate and make him wait. Luckily for us all, he won.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire gets Sawyer's note.]

Outside

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

There's a hill outside by the lake. It has a hole in the side, and a small hollow, just big enough for a small child (or hobbit) to fit in. Smeagol lived in it when he was Gollum, and he's going to live in it again, but first he has to get it sized properly. Hence the large pile of dirt outside the hole and the increasingly dirty hobbit inside it.

He doesn't know phrases like "structural integrity" and "weight distribution," but he's keeping the concepts in mind as he widens the hole out and shapes it. It's cool inside the hole, but digging is hard work and eventually he decides to take a break and go swimming.

He crawls out of the hole, the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes logo on his shirt almost completely obscured by dirt, and jumps in the lake, where he floats peacefully and makes no attempts to drown himself.

Entrance Post

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter walks downstairs into the bar, his now-filled-to-the-brim-with-magical-medicines crystal case in his left hand. He snags a mug of tea and a sandwich, and sits down at the counter.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace and absentmindedly teases the Curious Squid by making shiny little fish illusions and let it chase them.

He's brooding still. Something seems definitely to be on Gil's mind. He wonders whether he should move out of their staff quarters room instead of leaving it to Gil to have to tell him.

It's a very far leap, but Asar-Suti can be a bit paranoid. Thinking strategically for the Ihlini for aeons will do that to a god's mind.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

There is a Chris in the bar.

After taking some time to recuperate from the fox flu she went jogging and is now sitting at a table eating dinner.

That's it.

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny had left the bar for a few days, but now he's back again.

Getting a drink and some food.

Still having trouble sleeping, but seems better overall. At least no furtive glances at the door anymore.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max wanders in, looking distant and somewhat troubled. Only a few more hours, and she'll know...

She stops at the bar to get her customary cup of coffee, then goes to curl up in a booth. She's back to people-watching, though from her blank expression one might wonder if she's truly seeing anyone at all.

Feel free to distract her, seems like she might need it.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting on the floor by the fire. He'd been flipping through his (now history) textbook, but he's set it aside. He's decided if he ever gets back to school, he'll probably never need to study again now, anyway.

At least there is a practical side to being stuck in a bar at the end of the universe.

In any case, he's now staring at the fire instead. Feel free to interrupt.

[For 24-ways: A rather shaky Richard stumbles near Behrooz, and it doesn't take the two of them long to figure out they're from the same world, and that they've both... met CTU agents Manning and Richards. Behrooz has absolutely no inclination to talk about that, though, and Richard wanders off.]

(no subject)

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

Ryan is sitting at the bar, reading a book and drinking coffee.

Same ol', same ol'.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

From out the door | dark comes forth,
Hel entering | from Niflheim
Young Hel still living | mismatched of sides
Daughter of Loki | still as a teen.

She is yet small | the size of Men
Not yet do her feet | cause ground to tremble
Still slender | And not so grim as
She will become | before Ragnarok

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR drives into the bar from the lake with a squeal of tires, his scanner flicking rapidly from side to side. It seems that someone is enjoying himself. The mad flicking of his scanner begins to settle as he turns his attention to the occupants of the bar, and begins his near-nightly search for someone to talk to and-or irritate.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and behind it, people can be heard, chatting noisily, drinking, and just being people. Food can also be smelled through the door, and music can be heard.
Chatting not about Heidigger, but wine
He takes a deep breath and blinks. "Hold on. This isn't Actual Reality." Facepalm Mark. "Well, I could use a drink anyway. Wanna talk to the Bohemian? He might even film you.

Full Moon Doom Plot, Part I

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jason and Max in the woods, to see if Max is a lycanthrope.]
Warning for schmoop

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash is at the bar, looking... thoughtful.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava, in the bar. By the fireplace, rather, and while the big, hardback bound "Afterlives of Earth 2000" is there, she's paging through a much smaller book- Wilde's Fairy Tales."

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is in the bar. She is sitting on a bar stool. If someone where to walk past her they may well notice a suspicious bulge in the back of her pants. Her pulse pistol is strapped to her leg as usual, and her cat ears are twitching slightly as she listens to all the conversation with improved senses.

Feel free to come and have a chat, or confirm your suspicions.

(no subject)

[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

There is an ex-Galactic President sulking in a corner of the bar, accompanied by three glasses and the better part of a bottle of Atalantean. This perhaps not unheard of, but notable nonetheless.

He's attempting to play a game of telekinetic "Kick the Can" with the bottle of Atalantean and one of the glasses. Sadly, the bottle seems to be winning.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon's getting quite freaked out by how much he's enjoying himself. Everything's working out well for him at the moment, better than well in fact.

He doesn't even complain when the bar only gives him plastic cutlery again, he just laughs. He's a little less amused when he asks for a notebook and fountain pen, and is given a blunt pencil instead - but that's OK, he can sharpen it later.

So, a late lunch, a strong drink and a good mood. He's starting to think he's in love with this place.

(no subject)

[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

Hestia's sitting at the bar with a strawberry milkshake. There are a couple books on the bar nearby. She is not reading them at the moment. Nor is she facing the bar. She's busy people watching. Smiling pleasantly, and generally enjoying her stay.
Come over and visit. She wont mind. Besides, she might be watching you.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*The workload has eased somewhat, and Tom's managed to make sure Door's been eating and sleeping for the past few days. He's earned a couple of hours at Milliways.

He sits at a table in the heavily traveled area of the bar. He certainly wouldn't mind folks stopping by.*

(no subject)

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

Look! She's been holed up in her room, but now she's back in the bar.

Yep, Joan Girardi sitting over near the windows, sipping some iced tea, and munching on some ginger snap cookies. She's just casually watching people today.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Once upon a time there was a ballerina.

Now, there is also a ballerina. In the bar, to be specific. Sitting in her tutu and drinking coffee.*

(no subject)

[snowontheocean.livejournal.com]

Roy is still a bit sore from his time upstairs with Ramon.

He's in the bar. Sitting at the bar. Eating a sandwich and drinking his usual mineral water.

Nandi's entrance post

[rogue-companion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: the last thing she remembers]


A suprised looking woman in a beautifully beaded gown has just stumbled into the bar. The woman, Nandi, is not used to stumbling. She looks around, taking in her surroundings and then takes a seat at the bar.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

(im:Tims relaxing and becoming human again. Come say hi to him.))

(no subject)

[dr-cynic.livejournal.com]

Ton wanders aimlessly around the bar. He hears a distant scream of pure rage but it doesn't break the loneliness.

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

After coming to terms with old friends and old enemies alike, the Doctor is trying to make the best of the situation. He's safe, he's warm, he's fed... and the way things work for him, he's here for a reason. He just needs it to present itself.

Last of the Time Lords, at your service.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is still in the bar. She's working on a Rubik's Cube and humming under her breath.

Feel free to bother. Or tell her to be quiet. Every so often, she hits the wrong note.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((Continued from here.))

Atton strides out onto the grassy area by the lake, looking distinctly smug. Not that that means anything - it's Atton, he looks smug about half the time, whether there's anything to be smug about or not.

"I like this spot, how about here?" He grins at Aeryn, pulling off his jacket and tossing it to one side.

((OOC: For Aeryn Sun only.))

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*The rock in Adam's hand almost looks smaller, as if he could wear it down over the course of a week, with his rubbing. No cider tonight, he's got Atlantean. Doesn't look like he's had much of it, though. Yet.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: After his palaver with Death last night, Roland dreams.]

(no subject)

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

For the first time in a very long while, Roger's in the bar for more than five minutes.

He's seated crosslegged on one of the couches, staring off into space, both hands cradling a mug of coffee. A thick, clumsily-tied bandage circles his neck. There's another one on his left forearm, but it's pretty well hidden underneath his shirtsleeve; there's a slight bulge there and nothing more.

If it looks like he's hardly gotten any sleep this past week, that's...probably because he hasn't.

Thank you, Mr. Lovecraft.

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Vampire in the bar.

This not being an unusual event, it doesn't exactly need announcing, but it's true all the same. Nick's at the bar itself, though, sipping his dinner and reading over something other that he's working over rather harshly with a red pen.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar.

If he should be doing something specific, please do let him know. He'd appriciate it.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Caerleon, 21st July 496. Warning: incest]

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders into the bar with an armload of travel pamphlets, sits down in a booth on the grounds that it's got a nice big table, and starts to spread them out in order of... something.

No, he's not sure how he's arranging them, either.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie was dressed in her workday finest - overalls and Keds, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. But she was carrying a few interesting little tidbits. Namely, two watches and a black box that Kitt and Karr would be extremely familiar with. Bearing all three, she sat herself at the bar and requested something non-alcoholic, and recieved grape-flavoured water for her trouble. Definitely worth it.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli has found no sign of a forge about the premises. This must be fixed.

But there must be dinner first.

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

There's a Connor inna bar, studying.

Come save him from the dullness that is biochemistry.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

OOM: New Orleans: Sawyer meets up with an old "business partner".

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Out by the garden, a ball of fire is hovering. A man is seemingly working there, strange thing to be doing at this hour one might imagine.

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

There's an angel in the bar - wings out, with a double vodka and fried potato skins.

To Sariel, this is a totally normal combination.

Come chat if you know her. Come chat if you want to.

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since a certain blonde goddess made her way into Milliways.

She knows she's needed, but she doesn't know why.

So Eris looks around curiously, as she appears by the front door.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is stretched out on the couch by the fireplace, munching on an apple.

He still has the look of a man with Something on his Mind. Odds are he won't tell you what it is, although you're welcome to try and get him to.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's over in one of the squashy chairs by the fireplace with a book and tea.

Big surprise.


Come bother him.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

Wash is not in the bar.

He is, however, out by the lake with a few flat stones in hand, absently flinging them into the water. Every so often, one of them actually manages a skip or two.

It's a beautiful, clear night. Moon's out. Stars are shimmering.

He's smiling.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Really grumpy vampire executioner inna bar.

She's staring at the wall, as if all her hopes and fears rest on the fact that there is no door there.

Poke with a stick if you wanna

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt. Table, pizza, people-watching. Come and say hi.

(OOC: Am on AIM, but somewhat distracted by crazy amounts of creativity and perhaps the siren call of Photoshop, so... not so much of the crackchat at the mo. Ping me if you need to.)

(no subject)

[howling_laugh]

When Coyote enters Milliways tonight, she was obviously not expecting it. Her hair is sloppily pulled away from her face in a tail, and her hands and loose shirt are streaked with red clay.

She blinks several times before putting her hands on her hips and glaring, for a moment. The trickster leaves, then quickly returns with the tools and materials to finish the pot she was working on before her kitchen turned into the bar.

Coyote arranges herself at a table, along with a mug of something that looks vaguely like chocolate milk.

Full Moon Doom Plot, Part 1.5

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Following this, Max receives an anonymous note in her room and reacts...rather stupidly, really.)

A rather worried looking Max bolts through the bar and out towards the forest. Given that she's not really paying attention to her surroundings, it's sheer luck that she manages not to collide with anyone.

((This is just placement, really.))

(no subject)

[iris-attitude.livejournal.com]

Iris walks down stairs and pauses at the bar. A few large sheets of paper and colored pencils appear in front of her. She smiles and takes the items then settles down on the floor in front of the fire to draw.

Coloring is fun...come and try it.

(no subject)

[syfte.livejournal.com]

Today, Syfte has a tripod!

Which she's standing behind, snapping shots.

If you walk in front of the camera, shockingly enough, she won't hurt you.

Although the image of Syfte hurting -- oh, well, never mind.

Right. So Syfte is in one of the bar's many, many, MANY corners, taking photographs with a shiny new tripod.

Full Moon Doom Plot, Part the Second

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Following this.)

Max limps in, dark eyes scanning the room desperately. It's anyone's guess what might be most noticeable - the fact that she looks to have nearly bathed in blood, or the fact that with her good arm, she's supporting a wolf roughly the size of a pony, carried as carefully as is possible over her shoulder.

Those who've seen him in his lupine form would probably recognize Jason. He's in a little better shape than the woman, but not by much.

"I need to speak to someone on Security..." Max's voice is surprisingly calm, given her expression, and carries well.

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Smeagol has been working hard outside all day. He has gotten a lot of work done, which left him no time for sulking or brooding, and thus he feels unusually happy and content tonight. He's also rather muddy and slightly damp from frequent dips in the lake, and someone may want to point out those footprints he's leaving and tell him that door mats aren't just for hiding keys under, but at least he had a good day.

He's even feeling a little social, which is why he heads to the bar and gets a beer instead of going straight upstairs to go to bed, and sits at a table instead of under it.

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[gonna_live]

Physics textbook.

Calculator.

Paper and a pencil.

And coffee that may or may not have lots of sweet-tasting things in it.

Is Kaylee working on the mystical 'can you really kill somebody by dropping a penny off the Empire State Building on Earth-that-Was?' problem?

Quite possibly.

It's almost over, folken.

[silver_flecks]

The Start of what's not really an End, cause it never Ends, but is a new Chapter, or maybe just the old story got too boring

Explanations for...many, many things, occur here

23rd end of plot, reminder