(no subject)

[undignified]

Time for a Wes! Since the mun's given up trying to watch M*A*S*H and be online at the same time.

A very, very happy Wes.

Well, Wes is always happy, but he might seem excessively so just now.

Providing his own sound effects as he attacks a half-full glass of Whyren's with a toy X-wing.

...'s Wes.

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

The front door slides open, and Simon Tam heads in. He stops, and blinks -- clearly he hadn't planned on coming here just now.

Or maybe it's just this he's blinking at.

Who can tell, who can tell.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max enters from the guest quarters, her expression dark, a strange mixture of determination and fury. She stops briefly at the bar to get a cup of coffee, then heads to a booth. Her notepad, absent for a while, appears again, and she proceeds to scribble in it furiously.

Bother if you'd like. She probably won't bite.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Kitty in bar. Sometime after speaking with Dream, probably. Or before. Who knows. Maybe there's a time loop going on. Maybe not.

She's there. That's what matters.

Oh, and there's coffee.

Is anyone surprised by this?

In V'Saine

[shelley_winters]

[OOM: Back in the Second Age, Shelley attends Joar Sedai's concert. As a note for readers - there are two possible endings for this OOM. The first can be considered millicanon. The second is what, by all rights, should have happened. But such an eventuality would adversely affect an incredible number of characters, and possibly the bar itself. It can be found below the main thread, and is, we feel, worth a read.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Untouchable Or, The Most Unlikely Proprosal Thread Ever. (Warning for adult content...and not in the smutty way. More in the way of bizare and inexpicable crack)

Tony wakes up in the morning to angst in the bathroom. Michelle finds him and tries to figure out the source of his problems. Tony finally admits that this has a great deal to do with his time in prison and thus, having taken off a great burden from his chest, also finds a nice, roundabout way to propose.

Therefore, as of this thread, Tony and Michelle are engaged. Yay! ]

(no subject)

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

[OOM: (I'm finally done!! ^__^ Take that, Inattentive disorder thing...)

Hotaru and Mistress Nine.

"Do not be distraught.
Always with the end, comes hope and rebirth."

(Spoilers for Sailor Moon S, duh; warnings for... lots of tragic-ish sadness)

(quote is copyright Naoko Takeuchi and Mixx, no profit is made.)]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Theres a Tim, sitting in the bar, in his usual seat at the table by the door. He's been really tempted to set up a sign, but he's unsure how Bernard would take it, so instead he's just watching the door, tea in hand, ready to spring to the aid of any newcomers. Feels free to come bug him, he looks lonely.*

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's heading toward the back door, and he's carrying George's cage with him.

Last chance to see the Black Beast of Aaauuuugggghh! before he's released into the Dreaming.

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Checklist:

01 (one) Serena. Check.

01 (one) Dark Area near the fireplace. Check.

01 (one) Nice Comfy Chair. Check.

All those, associated in the proper order.... check.

Come bug her?

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's sprawled on the floor.

God knows why, really. But he's lying flat out, throwing Tarot cards with an unconcerned expression.

Which of course means he's doing his damnedest to learn about one Ramon Salazar. Go figure.

But he's STILL in a rather happy mood. Come say good morning.

[edit: Raven agrees to continue teaching Random, despite their rather unpleasant lesson. Holmes and Random discuss propriety, and how their respective trysts fit into this idea. Hestia and Random share polite words, and Andres stops by to *cough*flirt*cough* chat.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Coffee.

Bagels. With cream cheese.

Newspaper-largely ignored.

Former CSI trying to see how long she can stare at the destruction outside.

Bother at will.

[Summary: Barry gives Sara an update on the Phantom situation and tells her Mel is back. They discuss culinary preferences and really bad jokes. Tony tells Sara about him and Michelle being engaged. And Sara welcomes Tim back to the outside world.]

Millitimed to last weekend, Peter leaves Milliways.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

OOM: Peter leaves, and ends up in NYC, only it isn't his NY, and there's a reason behind the seeming madness.
-----
Peter gets more testing done from Egon and Ray, and finds out some more curious things about PKE exposure.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

One s'Ffalenn bastard enters the bar.
But not, currently, the only s'Ffalenn as to the blood born
He finds a table, stretches his legs out, and contemplates six years away.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: Post some boy-kissin' in New Orleans. Usual warnings apply.]

Charlie sits at the piano, Seth sleeping in his carrier on a table close by.

The song he's playing is soft and sad--perhaps sounding strange when sung in his raspy voice, but that's never stopped him before.

( How pleasant is the wind tonight, I feel some drops of rain )

He's in a mood. He won't deny it.

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

See that ball of brown-haired young woman in a booth, head on top of a large book, looking asleep?

Yep, that's Trillian.

Long night.

Feel free to wake her.

(no subject)

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

Roger walks downstairs, notebook in hand, and makes his way to the Bar. The bandages are gone, but the cuts still linger: deep, livid red lines on his left forearm and the back of his neck.

Quietly, he asks for a cup of coffee, turns around to find a table, and promptly drops his mug with a loud smash.

He can see the front door.

There are no thoughts of April as he stares at it. None of the woman who might offer him a cure, if only he could find her, or the opportunity Liam gave him to record something again. There is just one sudden, painfully strong hope that overrides everything else: home, complete with all of its stupid normal everyday shit, and a chance to reach it that might disappear if he so much as looks away.

With swift decisiveness, he crosses the room and grabs the knob. There's a moment where he half-expects it to be locked, but it turns easily, opening on a darkened loft in New York City.

Home.

Roger chokes out a disbelieving laugh and steps through without looking back.

The door clicks shut behind him.

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Ed wanders downstairs and looks around. She doesn't have any of her pets with her today so she would love some company*

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes down from her brand new suite, smiling happily. She doesn't need to get coffee from the bar, but she does anyway before grabbing a seat. Awesome suite, awesome roommate, awesome coffee... life is good.

(no subject)

[poon-this.livejournal.com]

A slim blonde girl in an orange-and-blue jumpsuit careens through the door on a skateboard. She does a 360 on the back wheels just for the hell of it before kicking the board up and catching it under her arm in one smooth move.

She flips her hair back, cracks her bubblegum, and heads for the bar.

You can stop her on her way and say hi. She's real cute, and she doesn't look dangerous. Much.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle. Corner booth. Minor illness and woe to the extreme.

In short, nothing out of the ordinary. Bother at will.

[For 24-Ways: Castle insults Andres liek whoa. Massive breakiness ensues.]

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

Because the mun is desperate for distraction from RL tragedy...

The Doctor is sitting at a booth by the observation window, watching the stars burn out and the planets collide.

He may be ticking off the ones he's visited.

But he'd welcome company.

Just don't mention dogs or the mun will lose it.

Outside

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska found an apple tree a couple of months ago, for Tim's funeral. She likes apples trees: they make her nostalgic, and somehow feel like home.

She's not sitting in it this time, but under it, curled up around a book, trying to decide if it's too windy to be out today.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's at a table. Under it, actually. His sock-clad feet are the only thing visible to the casual observer.

It's possible that hanging around with two rather eccentric women has affected him more than he realizes.

Come say hi.

Re-Entrance Post.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter walks into the place, looking pretty wiped, also slimed in various spots on his uniform, though he avoided his hair.
"Whew, made it!" He trudges up to his room to drop off his gear, and get changed.

A while later, he's got a big mug of coffee, a thick packet of notes, his notebooks, and some food.

He's keeping an eye for familiar faces, especially another Ghostbuster he needs to pass the notes onto.

Feel free to stop by.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

( y'all know the drill by now ^^ Mun's on for lunch, got an hour today! And if I miss responses I'll catch them when I get home *nods* still at work, working late, nice supervisor though who doesn't mind emaily stuff as long as I still help customers )

Sarah was at the bar, feet swinging idly while she picked at the edges of a platter of nachos. She had a notebook beside her, rough sketches of costumes apparently, she was adding to and erasing from them as she ate.

Her hair was all in one braid for once, aside from the few strands held back with feather and spare focusing lens clips, she was wearing the requisite battered jeans and slogan t-shirt, this one yellow with a block print buisnessman talking to an equally block print pirate, it made her laugh.

She'd be more than happy to trade some nachos for some conversation.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way into the Bar with a small bag in one hand and snags himself something to eat before heading over to a well-lit table to sit down. The lunch is mostly ignored at the moment, though. He's busy, um, sewing.

No, seriously.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Relating to Time. ]

Tony is seated at a booth with two newspapers. One's from Chicago, the other's from Los Angeles. Both have different times on them. The Chicago paper's more recent, and Tony is only looking through the Classified section of the Los Angeles paper. Besides looking very intent at a newspaper, he's in a much brighter mood than he has been in weeks. Come ask why!

(no subject)

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

*Oh, look who's here!

Taking advantage of the way time works, or rather doesn't, Slack's inspirationb has been triggered. Who better than Bar to help with the scrounging efforts anyway?

Poking her head through the door, Slack slowly makes her way into Milliways, praying the door doesn't vanish -- it doesn't -- and carries a briefcase presumably full of cash with 'H. C. KAUFMAN' written on the front in the direction of Bar.*

I think it's fair to say this is my inheritance.

*And she yanks out a list.*

I hope this isn't too much for you -- but I'm going to need, throughout the day, five pounds of raw meat, eight boxes of aspirin, three bottles of wine, one pack of cigarettes, one parka - size 5, three pairs of shoes, a wheel for a 24-inch bicycle, sticking plaster, normal moist plaster, cake mix, four bell peppers, nine apples, a box of microwavable popcorn ...

... this last one is looking to be pretty impossible, though.

*Maybe she'll check the kitchen.*

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

[Room 427, post-farewell - Arthur and Fenchurch discuss their current living arrangements. Millitimed to a few days ago, because I forgot to post it here. *sheepish*]

(no subject)

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

After the Concert, Shelley returns to Elan Morin's villa, where she has the misfortune to run across Elan Morin.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's in the bar.

She's sipping a cup of caf, just to be sure, seeing as she doesn't want to cause another concussion with her getting drunk and falling on the floor.

She's a happy-happy Inyri. Probably the happiest anyone has ever seen her. (Including herself)

Come and chat!!

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

After a nearly sleepless night - where he has alternately lain awake staring at the ceiling, or dozed off only to continually jolt awake - George has finally accepted that the powers that be simply don't want him to be sleeping. He exits his room and wanders downstairs somewhat blearily. He considers ordering a cup of coffee, but decides he's not tired enough to warrant the taste, and instead orders a cup of tea and takes it to sit down.


[[ooc: anyone is welcome.]]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina quits the GFFA navy to go do the Jedi thing.]

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Jonathon's staring at a wall from his place inside a booth, chin in his palm.

He seems to be humming something under his breath, too, but that's about as lively as he's getting.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

It's Tuesday, so Sheemie comes in, leaving Capi upstairs for once, and looks around for Martha.

He'd happily talk to anyone else as well, though.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Since there is no forge and no Barman available, Gimli has at least managed to procure a certain amount of wire and a few tools from the bar, and is practicing the making of small, easily worked and resized mail rings. There is no sense in being idle.

(no subject)

[kingly-auror.livejournal.com]

Kingsley is in the bar, with very strong tea and very British food.

He's going through paperwork and looking extremely disgruntled with it.

Interruptions welcome.

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny in a bar.

(Yes, you can drive his car. Yes, he is going to be a star. No, he doesn't love you. [Sorry])

Have at.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is leaning against the bar while playing a rather somber melody on his harp. Apparently, nothing changes.

Move along folks. This is not the bard you are looking for.

(no subject)

[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

Its been a while since the door opened to show this particular goddess.

Who takes one look at the gentleman at the counter and proceeds to light up as though she glowed from inside.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, clad in t-shirt and jeans, her hair braided back, and goes to the bar to pick up her tray.

She wonders who she will meet today, and what news she will hear. Elaine's ears pick up on many things.

But for now...Barmaid on Duty!

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

OOM: New Orleans: Sawyer has a dinner date.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

[OOM: Cuthbert and Susan discuss Desire.]

[Following the events occurring in-bar in an earlier conversation with Del.]

(no subject)

[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres is in the bar. He is reading Titus Andronicus again. This tends to mean that there is something wrong.
So, we have a pensive Castillian in a booth with tea and shakespeare, and yet no Emo woe and doom. How can this be?

Come distract the 'alien, renaissance guy, with a sword', but don't distract him with a sword. That could be trouble.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar, playing with fire.

Or rather, a candle, a cup of water, a rock and a small paper fan.

His Tarot cards are there too. As well as a whole lot of string.

Not to mention a glass of Scotch. That's helping the situation, too.

(no subject)

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

There is a pale, slightly wan, fragile looking sidhe princess in the bar. She's sitting with a plate of food a book and a glass of italian soda.

Feel free to bother.

Entrance Post

[smart-ewok.livejournal.com]

The door opens, revealing a harried looking Ewok, carrying a box full of odds and ends. He grunts, then closes the door with one of his small furry feet.

Then he wanders around a bit.

Sets the box down. Looks around. Slight freaking out Ewok moment.

Kolot has entered Milliways.

Entrance Post

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Will pushes his wife too far.]

He stumbles through the door, his shirt ripped in various places. His chest is covered in blood, though no wounds are apparent.

He looks around in awe. His drug induced hallucinations had never brought him to a place like this.

"Am I dead?"

William Sidle has come to Milliways.

There was a Woobie inna bar...

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew hadn't expected to come back. He'd hoped, of course, but somewhere amongst the tangle of life, making the time to attempt a visit had gotten lost. There was always an audition or a rehearsal or even just being with Sam to distract him. He'd found that the impulse to return -- That quiet ache for something lost -- always struck him at the most inopportune times. And so he put it off, only occasionally pulling a flattened, red matchbook from his wallet while he rode the train or was waiting for his curtain call.

He couldn't have told you what had made him do it that day. Why, well after his morning run but sometime before lunch, he found himself standing silently before his closed bedroom door, matchbook in hand. It had just seemed like the right day. When the door swung open to reveal not his bedroom, but the low humm of Milliways, Andrew smiled. It was a smile of confidence, warmth and reassurance. Never, for one moment, had he entertained the idea that it might not work. It had been the right day.

Stepping forward, Andrew took a deep breath, casting a glance around. It seemed as though nothing had changed except for him. Had you not known better, you might have thought yet another clone had appeared. While not precisely the hulking mass of his original cosmic twin, he nevertheless was fit, his posture improved and eyes bright. Hair cropped shorter, if not quite the upwards 'do that his second cosmic twin was famous for. Tanned just enough to reveal the tell-tale smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose that allowed him to be discernable from the others.

When he reached the bar, Andrew placed both hands upon the smooth top and paused in silent, reverent greeting.

Missed you, lady.

A moment later, his wallet was pulled out and he counted a stack of bills onto the bar, finally giving it a pat when he determined he had enough. The money disappeared, and if you had been paying attention, you would have seen the numbers beside "Andrew Largeman" and "Samantha Jamieson" change to zero on the tab board.

"A Heineken, please, m'am."

(no subject)

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

One very broken federal agent inna bar, sans baby.

He'll try not to be all that depressing if you come talk to him.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Hey, look! A Nita!

She looks pretty tired, but rather satisfied, as she sits in a booth not really reading her Poetry book.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

There's a terrorist at the bar, having the worse day of his life. Ever. Bar none. And it's his own fault in more ways than one, but in no small part because he asked for it.

So, after not even attempting to sleep, he's back in the bar on a mission to drink until he passes out.

Please, if you're of a sensitive disposition, dont bother him. He'll snap at you and end up hurting himself more. Which he really doesn't want to do. Leave him to his two bottles of tequila and anyone else, please refrain from commenting on the way he appears to be trying not to shake.

[OOC: Second link has warning for disturbing content]

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

In the corner of the bar sits a raven haired woman, her head slumped forward slightly, even though she is awake. She has the glazed look of someone attmepting to drink their own weight in alcohol and five empty bottles sit on the table in front on her. The sixth is half filled with a bright blue liquid.

Why not give the mun something to do try and talk some sense into her.

A Simple Entry...

[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

He enters quietly, inconspicuosly: a man, wide-shouldered and dark of hair, the cane in his hand and the need for it the only thing that might distinguish him from any other. Grey eyes, intelligent and warm, scan the room a moment as he gets his bearings before the smallest of smiles curls his lips and he steps farther into the bar. He walks with a noticiable limp, one leg lame for longer than he cares to think on, and makes his way to the counter itself, taking a seat on one of the stools. His eye goes to the bar itself and he smooths a hand across her counter before grinning. A soft murmur delivers a bowl of stew and a bottle of beer, which he starts in on almost immediately as he leans his cane against the edge.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack comes down the stairs from a shower after a run. The run has taken away almost all of the nervous energy he'd woken up with, the energy that had kept him awake for much of the night. Now he's a bit more relaxed, if not in the greatest of moods.

He asks the bar for a cup of coffee, while he decides what he wants for dinner. It appears, along with a book. The Bourne Identity. He stares at it for a moment. He can't remember the book too well, but he remembers the movie. Or more particularly, certain aspects of the character in the movie.

"Very funny, Bar."

He takes the book and coffee and heads for a table.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar.

What you want more?

OK, she's at a table with her feet up, leaning dangerously back on her chair balancing a toothpick on her nose.

What? She can do silly, OK?

[OOC: Going to Tae Kwon Do in 30min. Back at 9BST]

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian has been painting things. A side effect of this is that he is now blue. Not entirely, sure, but he's pretty damned blue - looks like people've been attacking him with paintbrushes.

He looks good blue*

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

Down comes the insane clown (sans posse), drinking from a can.


He begins looking around for mischief to cause, or interact with ...





(Ooc Summary: Joker and Scarecrow Dr Crane meet, and are up to no good. He also meets Jesus' bodyguard and disses him lots.)

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace, listening to his iPod, and brooding.

He's got iced coffee, and he's fiddling with some mithril wire.-

Herbs

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

The official Herb Procurer for Milliways kitchens is on duty. Gaspode has spent quite some time on this, as he was hoping for Asar-Suti to explain the herbs to him. Finally, he has given up on the purple god to show up and has ventured collecting on his own. He has taken advantage of his nose, which is not what it was but has still served him well- less of the stronger smelling ones, more of the weaker. He can even tell which herb belongs into which food- provided he has ever tried the food. And he has taken care of not decimating Asar-Suti's stocks to much, of course. So, he's now entering the bar with a basket full of fragrant herbs, heading for the kitchens.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Tuesday - Gil had always liked Tuesdays for some reason. He trotted out of the kitchen, head filled with plans for that night's dinners and began to pick up empties.

Of course most of them had already been done - but it was a good excuse to get out of the kitchen for a few and see some people - any people.

"Don't take it personally," he said to Ratty, who was on his shoulder. "I like to talk to humans and gods and stuff as well."

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom and Ingress walk into the bar for a quick treat. They both seem to be in quite a happy mood.*

Bartending Post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the bar, ready to take orders.

Have at.

Jag and Tahiri leave the bar

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

When Tahiri comes down to the bar for her usual strawberry milkshake, she is given a letter as well.

She curses softly when she reads it. She LEFT?

The letter crumples in her hands, and she studies the door for a long, long moment. Maybe... if she can... Bar will let me leave too?

No harm in trying.

So, without really expecting anything to happen, Tahiri walks over and opens the door.

Opens the door.

Seeing the familiar sounds and smells of Zonama Sekot bring a wave of joy that almost knocks her over, and she stands in the doorway with a blissful smile on her face, drinking it in.

Then, suddenly frightened that if she hangs around much longer Bar might change her mind, Tahiri races back upstairs, hollering as she goes. "JAG! Jag!"

Ten minutes later she is back downstairs, full bag slung over her shoulder and dragging a pilot who may or may not be smiling by the hand.

He also has a bag with him, and his own letter.

Pausing only long enough to toss the rest of her unused lambents on the bar (there goes the rest of her tab, hurrah!) she pulls Jag over to the door.

He walks through without a backward glance, but something makes Tahiri hesitate. She looks around one (last?) time, as if committing everything to memory. The people, the exploding universe out the observation window, the door that leads to the lake.

She will miss this place.

The barefoot Jedi readjusts the bag on her shoulder, and finally leaves the bar.

(no subject)

[white_flowers]

The woman in white is noticeably present again this evening, sitting in a corner booth. There is a bundle beside her, wrapped in white paper-- although the edge of a soft silvery-grey knitted cloth can be seen, if one looks closely enough. Something the color of storm clouds and mist.

Her attention seems more occupied by the grass-green yarn that she's shaping into a tiny jumper, the perfect size for an infant. Sharp silver needles flash brightly as Blodwen Rowlands knits, a gentle smile on her face.

(no subject)

[snowontheocean.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Roy has a rough night]

A very sore Roy limps down the stairs. His mun does *not* have a limp fetish. Shut up.

He hisses as he eases himself into a booth with aspirin, ointment, prescribed meds, orange juice, and toast. He's not really very hungry, but he has to eat with some of his meds.

He also has a book, Prey by Michael Chrichton, given to him without prompting.

He's not a pretty picture, in and of himself. His eyes are blood shot from not sleeping. His wrists are scabbed over, and under his very loose fitting clothes, he's covered with human bite marks and brusies. The marks may not be visible, aside from ihs wrists, but it's probably clear to anyone who looks that he's suffering great discomfort.

If you are a certain terrorist or were once a parrot, Roy probably doesn't want to talk to you.

Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar.

"Tonight's specials are, beef tournadoes with garden or caesar salad, tofu stir fry with mixed vegetables, and Bailey's ice cream. Tonight's drinks are California Iced Tea , Cayman Sunset and Cherry Blossom ."

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the piano, experimenting with various notes, as he doesn't really know any actual pieces yet. But he's being mildly successful at making things up on his own. At least, it's not so bad that you need to cover your ears or anything.

Feel free to interrupt, he won't mind.

[For 24-ways: House comes over, and there's more piano playing. Then House gets Behrooz his third free meal in two days because he's just that darn cute, but there's some awkwardness when House tells Behrooz he can talk to him about his issues and Behrooz finds that he can't.]

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Abusing millitime right and left--

Svava's down in the bar. In a booth, in a quiet, dark corner- and as far away from the House of Arch portrait as possible. Not even facing it. She's doing her best to read a book- at least her eyes are fixed on the pages.

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

Mary runs into the bar, looking a little different than the last time she'd entered. Her face has lost some of its unhealthy sallow color, and her cheeks are red from the exercise of running across the moor, and her eyes shine with excitement. Almost, today, she could be any normal little girl.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

There is a sparkly Raven sitting in the bar.

He looks very studious, writing in his notebook.

Ask him about the body glitter, or the nail polish.

Or take a cookie. He's got those, too. And tea.

(no subject)

[scares-me.livejournal.com]

Jane's sitting at the bar. Reading a book of Sylvia Plath poetry opened to this poem. Because her mun's been reading it all day. There's a glass of water sitting next to her.

She wouldn't mind conversation.

First entrance...

[mizgreen.livejournal.com]

"Yellow, baby, I've told you before, it just wouldn't work..." The green... round... thing paused in the doorway, then arched a brow, calling back over her... well, let's just call it a shoulder, since she's got arms at least, "Alright, which one of you wiseasses replaced my dressing room with a bar?"

Upon getting no answer, she turned around, only to find what had been the door to her dressing room was now an empty booth. She shrugged this off, model-walking across the bar before hoisting herself up onto a seat, glancing around, "What's a lady have to do to get some service around here?"

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[steadfastknight]

To one side of the bar, in the place that he'd always thought of as "Karr's corner," there was a car. It was a 1982 Pontiac Formula Firebird Trans Am, heavily modified - but it was solid black instead of black with a silver stripe. The light that slowly moved side-to-side along its prow was red instead of yellow. The windows were completely opaque, and its finish was mirrored, like all of Milliways was in its shell but almost in negative. There wasn't any hint of a driver, but that scan-light did not stop tracking.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The woods grow misty as Naraht finally halts in his journey. This looks as likely a place as any. He takes the cage off his back and carefully opens it. George explodes out of the cage not unlike the Tazmanian Devil would in the WB cartoons. But he suddenly stops still and turns back to look at Naraht.

"Go on," the Horta says gently. George glares at him a moment, then tears off through the underbrush. Naraht closes the cage and puts it back on his back. "Good luck, little one," he says as he glides out. He's gonna miss the little menace a little.

And if anyone finds a mini-Black Beast of Aaaauuuuggghhh! running through their dreams tonight...well, I'm sure they'll eventually find out who's responsible.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Faith and Joyce have a Forgiveness Moment in Faith's room.]

Faith comes downstairs, dressed in an athletic bra and biker shorts, her hair piled on her head. She's been training, and she's a little sweaty...she could do with a shower, and she'll probably take one soon. But for now, she's here, sitting at a table with a bottle of water, a burger, and fries.

Her security badge and the scar from when Buffy stabbed her in the gut with her own dagger are both plainly visible.

Also? She's smiling.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Pre Milliways
Arithon enters the bar.

And if it looks like he hasn't slept in days, that's because he hasn't.

s'Ffalenn in this mood should come with a warning sign. Something tasteful, like "Bites When Provoked".

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

There's more than one Trans Am in the bar tonight. KARR prowls the bar, his scanner moving back and forth in a rapid blur. Occasionally he mutters to himself, and the scanner flares briefly before returning to its original color, although it still moves quickly. Something, it seems, has got the AI haired up.

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[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

Aughra's in the bar.

Her telescope is finished...well the 'scope part of it is. The frame to mount it on has been commissioned through Gimli and he is having some difficulty finding a forge to craft it.

But Aughra can wait. Quality takes time. So she's watching the End of the Universe with just her unaided eye.

Come and poke.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow.

In the bar.

With kids.

And a book on planning kids' parties.

And notes.

Looking slightly stressed.

In the usual booth.

Help?*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He's sitting at his normal table, sipping tea. Still dressed in his working clothes, Tims trying his best to relax. It's hard. Almost a year of doing Security, he can't help but watch everyone. That one looks like trouble, she looks like she needs help, oh, I should warn security about him... Ease off tim, ease off.*

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and sits at a table in the corner. She's reading a book. Please come interrupt.*

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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke wanders in and settles at a table near the booths. He has a small stack of travel brochures (they've been narrowing down their honeymoon options) and is reading through each one carefully while making notes on a pad of paper.

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[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Having abandoned his post underneath the table for the moment, Arthur is now seated at the bar like a normal person.

Well, as normal as people get around here.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

The back door opens, and in comes a woman sweaty, hair tied messily up in a bun at the back of her head. She's in black shorts with green stripes down the sides, and a black-and-green tank top. She dashes to Bar, grabs a pen, paper, and tea, and dashes to a table, scribbling manaically at the paper. Watch out world. Val has an Idea.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Boone keeps Claire company.]

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle comes downstairs only because he can't be alone in his room anymore. He's not hungry and really doesn't feel like talking to anyone. But all the same, he feels like he can't be alone.

He finds a dark corner booth, hides himself in it and curls up against the wall.

[For 24-Ways: Random mediates helpfully and makes Castle feel a little bit better. Tea is offered at one point.]

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[flybywash]

Wash is in his booth, blueberries at one elbow and coffee at the other. In front of him are a slowly shifting digital map of one sector of his galaxy -- a couple of planets are scattered across it, along with markers for fuel points and major trading ports -- and a notebook scratched full of equations. His forehead's creased a little in concentration as he leans over them.

Two fuel points within reasonable distance of Illyria: one four hours before, if they burn carefully enough, the other six hours out the other side. No telling yet exactly how much havoc the shields'll play with the engine and their reserves, but....

Absently, he nibbles a blueberry and jots down a few more numbers.

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[simon_doctor]

[OOM: Last night.]

Simon Tam's in the bar.

Sitting by the fireplace and staring moodily into the flames.

This may not be unusual enough to provoke comment, of course.

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[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff is sitting at a table, drinking a glass of red wine and reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

He'll kill the first person who spoils the ending.

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[gonna_live]

[Last night: after Mike and Kaylee enjoy a conversation together and Simon gets sad, there is woe in the corridor of Serenity.]

Kaylee's back, only now she's sitting at a table about as far away from the bar as she can get.

She has a box of dominoes, and is building structures in outlandish patterns.

And then she knocks them over. She does all of this one-handed, as her chin is occupying her left hand. Her shoulders are a little slumped.

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[thecoolone]

( Note for Chloe O'Brian )

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[navybabyseal.livejournal.com]

Shane walks in after a long tiring day of babysitting, wearing a white t-shirt a blue jeans.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> October 4th, 2002: The Restaurant

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[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Inara ponders on Mal and their new development.]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's got a booth. And a scotch. He's sitting in the booth, he's just staring at the scotch.

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[mnt_raph]

*Leaning against the bar is a Raph. He's nursing a beer. Situation normal. You may continue with your day, already in progress.*

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[ay-el-ef.livejournal.com]

So an alien walks into a bar, and tries to abduct every patron in the bar.

Luckily, it ain't this alien.

Or this bar.

THIS bar has one Gordon Shumway enter, looking around.

"Hey! Milliways! I haven't been here since my 100th birthday. ...I think I'm allowed back in by now. That felinoid race is extinct. A fact I had NOTHING TO DO WITH."

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard walks into the bar, rathe grateful to be walking rather than rolling tonight. He's also grateful to not be landing on his gun, either. His side still hurts from that. After giving the bar a quick once over, he heads out the door to the lake. Today is the sort of day he'd like to spend outside in a place where he's fairly sure he won't be shot at.

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[owendavies.livejournal.com]

There is faint, high music around the doorway. Owen Davies enters the bar, wearing a staid, ordinary unfashionable suit. He's just come from visiting a sick member of his congregation.

[Owen meets Paul Stanton. Odd how they seem to be meeting friends of friends at the end of the universe. Elsethread, Owen and Guinevere talk. They are joined by Blodwen Rowlands, who has a gift for Guinevere with certain interesting properties. There is conversation, in which Blodwen says poisonous things in her sweet little voice. The thread is complete now, but will be millitimed to Monday, August 8, 1977 or thereabouts in Owen and Bran's timeline, due to unavoidable mun scheduling issues.]

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

There's an OS occupying space at the bar. Also occupying space nearby is a half-eaten bowl of RAM, and some sake.

Perhaps someone would also like to occupy some nearby space, for the purposes of conversation.

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[take-a-gamble.livejournal.com]

Gamble comes downstairs very slowly. He has a cane in his hand and a rather irritated attitude towards his knee.

*He takes a seat at the bar*

"Whiskey on the rocks, please"

He doesn't just want the drink, he needs it. No worry, he hasn't taken any painkillers....they don't work anyways.

*The bar quickly brings up the drink*

Come talk to him. I'll help him take his mind off his knee.

(In other words, he needs someone, anyone to talk to him.)

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[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

The door opens to a rough-hewn cathedral. Sonia Belmont blinks for a moment, then steps in with a look of relief. Weird taverns with people who tolerate your presence are much better than antagonistic villagers. Even if said tavern has vampires.

She's not in the hunting outfit this time, but a rather more modest dress. However, the whip and Pack o' Subweapons are still there.

Having got the cruddy exposition out of the way, she heads to the bar and produces some coins.

"Just some water, please. And some of that ice stuff." A glass of water and a dish of Neapolitan ice cream obligingly replace the coinage. After spending some time marvelling at the glass, she takes her bounty over to a table by the wall.

Mmmm... ice cream. Food of the gods.

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[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Springs were always an interesting time in the Hallow Hills. Once, equinox had been the time of Pilgrimage, the slipping away of half-growns and a handful of warriors from the Vale across the Great Grass Plain to brave the wyvern territories for a night's vigil beside the sacred pool. With the Hills won back, spring had become instead a time of stories, of dances and of tales sung. Even among the Plainsdwellers, who had no desire to enter the Hills for the most part, felt that change in the air.

Jah-lila was often on the Plain in spring, bringing such tales of the Moondancers as the Free Folk of the Plain might best appreciate. Though she rarely spoke of it to any, she had become quite fond of what others saw as a kind of roving exile; one could not forever be the herd's midwife and wych, after all! With the last of the spring's foals dropped, she took leave of her daughter Tek and slipped away through the milkwood grove, thinking to stretch her legs with a long and proper run in search of some Plainsdweller band.

When she stepped through the last of the trees, the smell that came to her nostrils was not that of the Plain. She threw up her head and whistled in alarm. The wrong grass, the wrong beasts- she smelled daya right enough, and that meant-

Yes. There.

The two-legged race of her youth in the City of Fire.

Ears slanted back, horn lowered, she stepped out of the woods and looked warily about.

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[ginsu_master]

The front door opens and a stick is brandished out the door. There is mad stick flailing. Leo pokes his head in the bar, one hand on his sheathed sword.

"...not home. No killer mutated furniture. ...yet."

Leo makes his way over to the bar for a stiff drink but taking the time out to carefully lean Splinter's walking stick against the bar.

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[gone_byebye]

(Continued from here.)

Proton pack on his back, black rubber gloves safely pulled on, Ray pushes the back door of Milliways open and strides out in search of devil bunnies. "I could, of course, test this on one of the rocks for you," he says, "but I don't think that'd have the same sort of effect you're looking for. Unless you routinely use your energy weapons for renovation and urban clearance, that is."

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[iopenthings]

[OOM: Door in London Below]

Door stumbles in - through the bathroom door, this time. Blood coats the right side of her face, matting her hair and dripping onto her leather jacket.

Beneath the blood, she is pale and scared.