milliways_bar | Jul. 27th, 2005

Jul. 27th, 2005

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

Marrow sat at the bar, though not in her usual spot... someone else was already there! She shrugged it off though and found another stool. She played with the paper wrapping of a straw while looking around the bar, trying not to glare at her chair, or should I say stool, taker. Not that it's really her stool, she just likes to think it is.

((Okay, just died from a sugar crash... is going to bed.))

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a barefoot young fellow enters, looking somewhat surprised.

"... right, see, this is not where I was expecting to end up," he mutters, looking around curiously.

Powerful curious young fellow, this one.

He doesn't look particularly concerned, though, no matter how curious he might be.

chelleuncurled

[ooc: Re-union - warning for vague sexual content]

Michelle's been in the bar most of today, if you haven't seen her it's because she's been planning and planning takes time. Right now she's deciding pro or con on where to have the wedding.

Oh, you haven't heard about the engagement? Then you'd better talk to her.

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim sits at a table with his two-handed sword across his knees. The blade sings softly as he pulls a cloth over it in slow, even strokes. His face is a portrait of dark contemplation. He's still wondering how to find a wizard to perform a binding spell on Ramon, ignorant of certain other occurrances.

Come talk to him. He could use the distraction.

Current Mood: anxious

duck-bill.livejournal.com

There is a baby dinosaur wandering along the length of the Bar. She keeps sitting down to examine the altered view.

...What, it's a very long way for such a tiny thing!

[OOC: Still here, but I may slow down a bit with tagging - as I have Serious Plot happening elsewhere. *coughs* So obviously I sent in a baby dino too. *grins*]

kabeleced

[[OOM: Reg goes home. Millitimed to Saturday night.]]

notablessing.livejournal.com

Cole Sear, a normally spritely lad of about seventeen, steps from his bedroom door, out into the hallway.

Or what should be the hallway.

He does a double-take.

He turns back to the door and opens it -- nearly -- but just as he reaches for the knob, it vanishes below his hand.

A familiar chill sweeps over him, a wavy sensation he hasn't felt in days - weeks - months - nearly a whole year, for this one.

"Whose memory is this?" he whispers, looking down. "It's yours, it's fine, it doesn't need to be fixed, to be known, I don't want it..."

Glancing about, there is simple panic in the boy's eyes.

Nothing is letting him free.

flybywash

[OOM: Last Wednesday, Wash, Alain, and Lilly went to retrieve the shields needed for the Academy attack. Things...didn't go too smoothly.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max has been staring at the door for nearly half an hour, her expression that of one who clearly has a decision to make, and not an easy one. Finally, she rises, brushing imaginary dust from her clothing and adjusting the straps of her backpack. She doesn't know how much of it will come through with her, but anything at all would be useful.

She heads for the door, more slowly than usual, and pauses again once beside it. Only a few seconds, this time.

Drawing a deep breath to steel herself, she opens it, and steps through.

of-all-blood.livejournal.com

He'd rather been lurking about in unfindable places - a sort of i'toshaa-ni of his own making. Odd visions had come to him of late, of the sort that always left him a bit distanced when they came - he'd had them before, true, but never had they left him this shaken. And so he had usca and he went outdoors. Perhaps the breath of trees would leave him more settled.

slayeranne.livejournal.com

She had comes down and ordered a huge plate of breakfast foods. Eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage. The works. It was gone in about two seconds. The empty plate shoved aside, now she's just sitting back and watching, adapting once again to these surroundings, which are no more or less odd than anything else, but are certainly quieter right now than the places she's been, lately.

latino_menace

Ramon's back in the bar again after managing to sleep for about an hour or so. Saying that he looks a mess would be something of an understatement.

Twelve hours to go. He's wondering how much he can drink in that time.

red-mare.livejournal.com

Last night, Jah-lila had looked for the way back to her herd's home, but found nothing of the kind. She slept a little ways off from the woods, where she could keep an eye on the environs and avoid any approaching two-foots should they be clumsy enough to waken her.

There were dreams.

She's a bit more at ease now, for all that this place is passing strange and stinks to the skies of two-foots; perhaps there is something to be learned hereabouts. Down by the lake, maybe?

lvpd_sidle

Former CSI inna bar. Looking distinctly annoyed, which can be directly attributed to the actions of a certain ex-turtle.

Feel free to bother. If she throws something, she'll aim for above your head.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits outside in the morning sun, drawing a plan of the garden, and noting where the different plants are.

What with Atreyu and Gaspode and all the other people who work in the garden, someting like that is needed.

This has turned into proper work.

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is outside by the lake. He's actually been there all night, just not quite so visibly. Now he's standing at the edge of the water, glassy eyes staring out over the surface. His face is not quite blank, but difficult to read. He might be contemplating the option of weighting his pockets with rocks and going for a swim. Or he might want to kill you. Yes, you. ALL of you.

Do you feel brave enough to come find out?

Current Mood: stressed

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris leaves a slip of paper with the bar.

( Note to Michelle Dessler )

jack_inthegreen

Jack lies on one of the couches, hands folded on his chest and his eyes closed.

He is listening.

White text? What?

(Not to an iPod, despite the icon.)

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

[OOM: Cuthbert gears himself up to dicuss something with Roland.]

gone_byebye

Ray comes in through the front door wearing the smile of a man who's been very, very busy and doesn't mind a bit of it. "Bar?" he asks. "Something reasonable in the way of dinner, if you would be so kind?"

It could be salmon. And possibly noodles. Definitely salad.

And the usual green goo inna glass.

"Thank you, Bar," says Ray as he drops a few bills on the counter. "I appreciate it."

He retreats to one of the tables with his food, and pulls a book on Chinese broadsword techniques out of one of his pockets.

i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com

Columbia is in the bar. She looks around and sits at a table. She has her shakespeare play that the bar gave her, but she is not really reading it. She would be thrilled with some company.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

Blaise is sitting in the bar, reading a book while sipping from a mug of pumpkin juice. Robert is sitting under the table chewing on lunch. Both of them look a little bored.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

( ~~yep, the usual, on lunch at work, anything I miss I'll catch up with when I get home~~ and back to teh workness. See y'all later. )

Sarah was onc again at the bar proper, half-eaten plate of zucchini chips pushed aside, glass of cherry-lime fizz in one hand, though mostly forgotten in the face of more costume sketches. There was a pile of crumpled sheets beside her as well as the battered notebook she was working in.

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

Broken federal agent inna bar again.

Compared to certain other of his colleagues, he's all sunshine and bunny rabbits at the moment.

But he is not comparing himself to any of his former coworkers. And thus, no bunnies.

Anyone want to remedy this?

Or just talk, really. You don't have to give him a bunny.

[For 24-Ways: Chase and Kim have a much-needed talk.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck's in the bar. More specifically, he is on a table in a booth. He looks very, very asleep.

Upon closer inspection, the observant observer might see burn marks on one side of his face.

Go ahead, wake him up. He'll probably be in a good mood.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Masterbard in the bar, with harp and a frown.

"As-yah, Ath alli anka. Purple wildflower, may everything protect you.
Ath alli As-yah, May everything protect you Purple wildflower
Vhast asan A bare heart
Valen lien Bound to love

Scimlait fal A red scythe
Al'thiere'nastir'ka Of the Slayers
Taer ka A calm woman
As-yah." A purple wildflower

He's fighting with the music. Even here, he's having a hard time untangling the harmony from the song.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Andres is in the bar again.

After This conversation last night and This one this morning, he is doing amazingly well. He is, too numb to feel pain, or perhaps just too cold.

Come distract him regardless. He probably wont snap at you. Probably.

fearcrow.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jonathon's mental condition deteriorates, Sariel comforts.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Lo, and there was a Tony in the bar, at a booth eating lunch! Come, bother if you will, for he is only reading about his precious Cubs.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne is curled up in a comfortable booth, deeply involved in reading Great Expectations. She has chalk on the side of her nose, chalk on her dress, and chalk on her fingers. Every once in a while she comes out of the book with a deep sigh and takes a sip of tea, which she is otherwise absent-mindedly stirring.

the_seafarer

Taking a quick lunch break from work, Caspian settles himself on a hay bale and unfolds the sandwich Bar had given him that morning, with a smile. He has hay in his hair, which is promptly rumpled by Corella's nuzzling him to find a carrot.

"This one is mine," he tells her, amused. "I already gave you lunch."

His sandwich finished, he heads into the bar for a quick drink before getting back to work.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting at a table, a tankard in his hand, wearing his rifleman's jacket. His replica of Harper's Nock volley gun is lying in front of him, etched with the names of the dead. Harris. Daniel Hagman. Teresa Moreno. Matt Truman. And a score of others.

It's the anniversary of Talavera. And more than anything right now, he misses Patrick Harper, which would be why he's drinking alone.

Come talk to him, he needs friends.

undignified

Wes is sitting in a booth, with a cup of caf, looking vaguely pre-occupied and almost thinking.

There's also a slice of chocolate cake in front of him, which Bar apparently felt the need to give him, and which he glances at every so often, suspiciously.

There is chocolate cake and he's not eating it.

There must be something up.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard strides behind the Bar, taking Claire's shift for the afternoon.

No specials. Just a Barman, a line of taps, and a wall of booze.

What'll you have?*

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

After this

Asmodean is sitting in an out of the way booth in the bar. His eyes dart around rather frantically. He occasionally mutters to himself.

He looks nervous and distracted.

Current Mood: Paranoid

paper-agent.livejournal.com

Yomiko comes downstairs from her room, and orders lunch and a book. She's rewarded with a ham sandwich and a copy of a book by her friend, Nenene Sumiregawa. She goes to her favorite booth and sits down, staring at the book. Barely paying attention to her sandwich, Yomiko starts to read, to the exclusion of almost anything else.

You can feel free to bother her. She's feeling quite lonely at the moment.

(OOC: Mun is home with sick child, may need to go into slowtime...)

Current Mood: sad

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

"Mom, can I get some pie? Prison food isn't that good." A young man, aged 23, six feet even with strong biker's legs and an even stronger mature face backs into Milliways, fully expecting to be in his mother's luncheonette.

He turns, cheeky grin on his face, expecting to have the pie thrown at him from the kitchen.

But there is no pie. No Lois Inchpot.

"Opps. Sorry! Must have not been paying attention! I'll be seeing you!"

He turns back to the door.

"Uhhhhhh...."

Lenny Inchpot, you aren't in Pickax anymore.

[ooc: Am logging off for the night, but tag if you wish, I'll tag when I can!]

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Two men enter! One man leaves! It's a bare-knuckled, bare-fisted brawl to the death!

And once they're done, Warren comes in and sits at the bar.

bythebrook.livejournal.com

Ophelia wanders in.

Oooh! All sorts of people for her to go talk to!

She bounces around. Probably by your table, at some point or another.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> July 27th, 2005: The Knight

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, clad in her basic waitress uniform of t-shirt and jeans, her hair braided back, and goes to get her tray from the bar.

She's glad its her last shift for the week, though she does enjoy her job. She's beginning to see the appeal of being lazy. Though her idea of 'lazy' differs from most people's.

At any rate, Elaine's ready to take your orders.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

A scruffy, thin Jason slowly makes his way into the Bar from the cells. It had been a long week. He glances nervously around him, then carefully makes his way to a secluded booth.

Snagging a passing wait-rat, he orders a BLT and some milk.
The wait rat returns with the order, and a note.

He reads it and pales, pushing the plate aside to re-read the letter. Maybe he's not so hungry after all.

[Summary: Allison listens to Jason whine, then puts up with his more cheerful teasing. Then Ako plops into his lap. She's too much like he is...they end up in her room with a FTB.]

teh-data-fork.livejournal.com

Adam has finally decided to come out of his room, figuring that staying up there as a form of social protest against being Bound is...just not working.

So now he's sitting at the bar with a soda, a slice of pizza and a copy of Alastair Reynolds' Chasm City.

Bother at will. Especially if you're a schizophrenic harpist. Because that would just make Adam's day.

Really.

~~No it wouldn't.~~

[OOC: Mun going for dinner and movie. Back later tonight.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is at the bar, rather than on the usual couch, and has graf instead of coffee.

He looks a bit preoccupied, but is really doing a fairly good job of concealing just how jittery he is.

Occasionally, he glances around the room.

slayer_fray

(The One with the Lost Sheep...)

[Waffles in 134: Disaster is imminent in the suite as the chef is no where to be found and guests start to arrive, prompting a full-blown investigation. What do all the vampire references mean? Why is there waffle mix under the sink? What do Mel and Lilly actually get up to in 132? More importantly, where's Mikey? None of these questions answered satisfactorily in this week's action packed episode. Guest starring Barry Allen and Sara Sidle]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is sitting on a stool at the bar, with a massive stack of books in front of her. If this isn't an unusual occurence, then what is? It is obvious she is in high spirits, despite the lack of a smile.

She has a pencil and occasionally circles something in the book she is currently skimming. After a moment she moves her elbow, knocking about twelve books to the ground.

"Frell." She bends down and begins to gather the fallen material. Feel free to help.

thecoolone

Being lucky in Las Vegas means that Bill can now settle his bar tab.

The only problem is that every time he tries, Bar rejects his payment. He thinks that perhaps she doesn't like American dollars, or that something else has happened, but finally he looks at the tab board and sees a balance of zero next to his name.

Curious.

He lays his palm down on the bar. "A pint of cider."

It appears; he checks the board again. A small balance shows for a moment, but is almost immediately replaced with another zero.

Curiouser: he looks around for a staff member who might be able to explain it to him.

milliways_sawyer

OOM: New Orleans: Sawyer goes to wrap things up with his business partner.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

Trillian, usual booth.

Actually awake.

Benjy and Frankie lounging on top of a pile of books.

Notebooks filled with pages and pages of equations, complex and simple, that somehow all manage to reach seven.

milliways_sawyer

[After this:]

The door to the bar swings open, and leaning against the frame is Sawyer, standing with all his weight on his one uninjured leg. His right hand is holding his side; his left hand looks pretty useless. Despite the fact that his face is swollen and bloody, though, he's managing a wry smile.

Weakly, "Honey, I'm home!"

He attempts to step forward and collapses. Behind him, the door swings shut.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in the bar. He looks surprisingly well rested, though rather bothered.

You could ask him what about.

You might not get an answer, but you could ask.

He'd enjoy the company.

[Edit: Andres and Random discuss everything; Gorlim and Lee's motivations for their behaviour, sleeping and waking up, and whether or not Andres is joking, and what the exact meaning is of sticking out your tongue at someone. After that, they head off to Random's home via Tarot to spend the night together. Also, Duo and Random discuss the recent evens with Oberon, and his envolvement in Random's out of milliways life.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

In OOM Random comforts Andres after learning about his dispute with Gorlim.

agirllost

After coming back from her run, Kim stops at the bar to get a snack. She's telling herself not to be afraid.

She doesn't see a certain hispanic terrorist in the bar so she figures that it's safe enough -- but she wouldn't mind meeting seeing some people who don't scare her.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*He stumbles down the steps somewhat, as the yawn that he'd let out at the very top had unbalanced him a tad, before trotting to the bar and leaning over on it. From under his arm, he pulls out a book and drops it on the counter before looking at it with a hint of disgust. The book disappears and he sighs tiredly before letting his head rest on the cool wood.*

Can I just get something that'll help me figure out what the hell is going on?

*Perhaps it is chance and perhaps it is the bar and perhaps it is fate, but he shifts his leg a moment and hears a slight rattle. He looks down to see a handloom, much like the one Aunt Pol had occasionally used during the winters after supper. The design is incomplete, the shuttles sitting forgotten beside it, but he can make out...*

Feet?

*The completed part of the weaving shows a pair of feet in soft blue leather boots. He looks at the feet, and then he looks at his feet...*

Why on earth was someone weaving a picture of my feet?

*Feel free to stop by and be confused with him.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Wooohoooooooo-hoo-hoo!

*Whats that you may ask? Well, it is the mating cry of the black crested board bound incarnation, full of splendor and glory as it makes it's signature show off flight across the lake. A fine specimen of his kind, this specific incarnation is doing some rather nifty board work, most of it involving him lying flat on said flying board and doing weird things with his body. Like spreading his arms wide as he dives at a steep angle, or doing a handstand as he sails across the water. He's enjoying his freedom, and trying to work his board without the cheating he usually does on it. Which might explain why at the end of his third roll he plows into the sand with a load "Oof". He's free to talk about what ever.*

slayer_fray

Mel is humming.

She's not that good at holding a tune, but no one would recognise the tune anyway, no one except Arithon, and possibly someone who knows her or her brother really really well.

It's the harmony to her song.

ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com

The door to Milliways flies open abruptly, and a Lost Boy in full battle dress falls through.

He looks like he's been through a lot- most of his ~~eye make-up~~ war paint has sweated off and there is a hole in his armor just over his heart. The sword hanging loosely in his hand is dull and full of dings, and he smells of gunpowder if you get too close. It would be safe to say that the boy has been in a fight- if you can get past the costume you might notice a few bruises but no serious bleeding.

Not to mention the fact that at the moment, he seems to be unconscious.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Before Max leaves, she leaves a ( note for Jason )

Typical, really.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max in bar, at bar, fiddling with pocketwatch.

Bother if you need him. Or if you don't know him. Or if you just really, really want to.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava, down in the bar. Dutifully reading "Afterlives of Earth 2000".

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Liz sits at the Bar, her hair draped over the hand she's leaning her head on as she writes in her journal. She's caught up in her words, unaware of most everything going on in Milliways at the moment. Feel free to interrupt.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah's back, or, well, really she just hasn't left since lunch. Though she did finish her zucchini chips. At the moment she had a plate of brownies and a glass of milk, still working on what appeared to be costume designs.

She had moved from the bar to a booth, and the crumpled discarded pile had taken over one of the seats next to her. Her brow furrowed, tapping the pencil against her lip idly as she studied the drawing she was working on.

She'll trade brownies for conversation, and could probably use a break from the designing.

nita_callahan

Lookit! A Nita!

The mun is on the phone and hence cannot think of a creative entrance post, and may be slow tagging, but have at.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Doctor Hannibal "The Cannibal" descends the stairs. His eyes roam over the crowd mildly, a soft and pleasant smile on his face as he pauses at the counter to order his usual glass of rather excellent wine.

creator_raven

[OOM: After Oberon's defeat, Raven heads upstairs. Millitimed to Monday night.]

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Ishamael and Shelley go for instructions from the Dark One. Instead of following Ishamael into the Pit of Doom, Shelley stays outside, and ends up meeting another Forsaken.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters the bar, and then leaves it again. To the lake, not out the front door. He has a pipe and a small leather pouch in one hand.

Upon getting out there he heads to the spot by the trees that he finds most comfortable, and begins to pack the pouch with dried herbs.

A couple of deep drags on the thick, choking smoke later the seer's weed encounters a body wasted by; stress, war, more war, stress, fasting, dehydration, and did we mention six years of war?, and with a quiet sigh he drops the pipe and quietly falls over.

Note to the sane: using tienelle when not at peak form is very stupid.

((This post is slow-timed. There is breaking, and doom, but of the sort that will be fixable in the end. Special thanks goes to Aspen, without whom this would have just been more flailing and pain and suffering. Aspen deserves love. SparklyJess, Star, and Madb, thus, love her.))

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie enters the bar from the Staff Wing, moves behind the Bar, and chalks up the night's specials. Apparently he had them worked out in advance this time.

Specials Tonight:
Indiana Jones
Scarlett O'Hara
Sue Riding High

He turns back to the crowded room, throwing a towel over his shoulder. "What'll it be?"

just-connor.livejournal.com

Connor opens a door, and smiles at seeing a bar where there should have been a hallway. He hurries in before reality can change its mind, sits at a table with a good view of the observation window, and orders a milkshake from the nearest waitrat.

Come say hi.

of-all-blood.livejournal.com

The princeling had fallen asleep on one of the many couches, and for good reason. There was only half a jug of usca where once there had been a whole. He wasn't exactly pain-free when he awakened, either - but that was as it should be. Part of the price of usca was the headache and nausea that followed, if you partook of too much.

He had. And for his own reasons. And so there on the sofa he sat, head in his hands as he tried to persuade the ache to fade.

locks_it_up

"Hello, Bar. White--? You are so good. Thanks."

95-tan.livejournal.com

OS at the bar, with RAM, looking cheerful.

Surely you want to talk to such a cute, cheerful girl!

Maybe she'll share her tea with you!

Current Mood: cheerful

the_lioness

*A rather haggard looking Alanna is sitting at the bar, watching the room and idly drumming her fingers against her thigh.*

book-moshi.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Shepherd Book enters Milliways from Serenity, crosses to the Bar, and leaves four small packages with it.

( When he's done ), Book asks the Bar for a glass of mixed fruit juices, and moves to a table in the corner, where he sits, sipping and reading an old cloth-bound book for some time.

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*Muse at the piano*
I'd rather leave while I'm in love
While I still believe the meaning of the word
I'll keep my dreams and just pretend
That you and I were never gonna(meant to) end

Too many times I've seen the rose die on the vine
Somebody's heart gets broken
Usually it's mine
I don't wanna take the chance of being hurt again
And you and I can't say goodbye

So if you wake and find me gone
Hey babe, just carry on
You see I need my fantasy
I still believe
It's best to leave while I'm in love

I'd rather leave while I'm in love

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar again, looking decidedly better than he did yesterday for, well, a number of reasons we won't go into right here. Why don't you come and ask him about it?

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard heads downstairs from his room-he had decided to spend the night, and he doesn't mind being in the bar at the moment. So long as he could see-and open-the door, he's happy. In fact, he seems to be in a rather cheerful mood tonight. It's probably due to his pride at not being gored by a unicorn last night, or perhaps it simply stems from not being shot at for another day.

hellobugbite

Hobbie is sitting-- slumping might be a better word for it, really-- in a booth at the back of the Bar, with as many glasses of lum as a double fist full of credits could buy him lined up in a row in front of him.

All but the last is empty.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is in the bar, sitting at at table, looking over some sheet music the bar had given him. Occasionally, he writes notes on the music in Turkish.

Feel free to bother him. Or offer him food. Or something.

[For 24-ways: Tony and Behrooz talk about Sara and music, while their muns make snarky OOC comments. Behrooz meets Connor, and they deduce that they're probably not from the same universe, and they talk about their lives. With some evasiveness.]

smart-ewok.livejournal.com

Kolot inna bar again.

After telling Kirney all about this place, and the amount of Whyren's...he's come back to decide whether or not he could possibly smuggle some out.

So he contemplates with a plate of rhyscate and a Whyren's.

renevatio.livejournal.com

There's a very wide-eyed Lincoln 6 Echo peering up at Milliways through a tile in the floor he just pushed up from beneath. Hopefully no one will trip on him.

Current Mood: shocked

gone_byebye

Ray wanders into the main Bar from upstairs. He's got a Maglight shoved through his belt, and he looks as if he just finished a workout or something like that.

But he's smiling and he's got his green goo and-

"Huh."

For once the Bar hasn't slapped him with another damn Sumerian grammar. This time it's a DVD.

"Equilibrium. Well, okay..."

lastgunslinger

A glass of wine, tonight -- white.

Roland sits by the fireplace, and stares into it. Thoughtfully.

navybabyseal.livejournal.com

Shane Walks in after a long day of babysitting. Life sucks

sane-bombardier.livejournal.com

Yossarian sits down at the bar.

Tonight, he has decided, he is going to get well and truly drunk.

Bar gives him a beer and a crab apple.

People who want to join him are welcome.