(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

At the bar is a woman. She looks bored. Or grumpy. Or both. There's a mug of tea in front of her, along with what seems to be the remnants of some sort of noodle dinner. She's reading a book in Italian. Perhaps she needs to be distracted.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has not been sulking. He has not been sitting in his room with no company but his guitar. He has not been going for long walks arond the lake and spent far too much time skipping stones.

Except for, y'know, the part where he totally has.

Anyway. Now in the bar, at the piano, singing.

( these are the days of our lives )

He's not Freddy Mercury. It still sounds pretty good.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Fiat lux.
Let there be light.
From the grounds, a
slight orange-red glow;
barely perceptible in the
gathering dusk, and vanished
almost immediately. And perhaps,
on the edge of hearing, like a faint
and discomforting ringing in the ears,
a rather unpleasant sound of fading chimes.

There is a figure out by the lake, lying in an ungainly heap on the grass. Its feet are bare, its clothes non-descript; little more than tubes of a grayish cloth, loosely stitched together to form shirt and trousers. The figure's origin is not immediately apparent, nor its gender.

It does, however, have dark hair, good cheekbones, and (though they be screwed tightly shut) a pair of golden, slit-pupilled eyes.

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[undignified]

Heading down to the bar from the sims is Wes, hair and clothes messed up, and a New Republic flight helmet clutched under his arm. He goes straight over to Bar and sits on a stool, ordering a glass of lum. Then, after a second--

"Bar, can I get some yellow paint and a brush?"

There's a distinct pause, perhaps a dubious one, perhaps a suspicious one. Perhaps both.

"Just a little bit, for the helmet. No pranks, I promise."

And with just another slight hesitation, a small pot of yellow paint appears. Wes smiles, sets the helmet down on the counter, and carefully starts to paint his usual pattern on it.

Probably against regulations, since it's not his helmet, exactly.

But hey.

[ooc: mun may slowtime while reading. oops? :)]

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[collects_ears]

George.

Sitting at a table.

Lost in thought.

I'm not dead yet!

[like-morphine.livejournal.com]

It is an entirely unfounded stereotype that all castle doors creak when they're opened. Created by uneducated Hollywood movie moguls, it is based purely on scare tactics in cheesy horror films.

Never-the-less, Fleur's entrance into the bar is marked by a stereotypically ominous creaking of her bedroom door.

The grinning girl who stands in the doorway, however, is neither stereotypical, nor ominous.

She looks around the bar eagerly, but doesn't seem to see anyone she knows. Looking only slightly crestfallen, the girl heads to the bar, to order her favourite drink... spiced wine!

Tadaima ka...

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Milliways' a-calling. Does she answer? ... Well.]

The front door opens. A little at first, then all the way. And through the doorway is... pitch darkness. "Hello?" comes a small voice. "...This is... Milliways... I hope."

I really shouldn't have left without Setsuna making sure I was going to the right place. Um... well... nowhere to go but forward!

A little girl steps in, smiling, and shuts the door firmly behind her. Hotaru, contrary to when she temporarily lived in the bar, is a foot or so shorter, and younger-looking. She's still pale, but not sickly. And she's wearing a dress with sandals - no tights. She appears to be around eight years of age.

"..... I made it!!" she laughs out loud.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> November 23rd, 2002: The Bear

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Post Milliways -- Crowley and Nymphadora.]

A girl walks into a bar...

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

Buttercup was dreaming.

It all started with that awful man Vizzini. All she wanted to do was have a nice ride on her horse and forget about that awful Prince Humperdink that she had to marry, but no. He wanted to start some stupid war between Florin and Guilder. So they pretend to be circus performers. It really wasn't her fault she fell for that, in her opinion. They had a giant and Vizzini is awfully short. Anyhow, so they knock her out and drag her on some stupid chase up the cliffs of insanity. Anyhow, long story short, she gets rescued and is just about to get a kiss when she wakes up.

"Damnit! It always ends at the good part," she grumps, and looks around. She seemed to be in the parking lot of a bar of some type. "Well that's odd..." she says out loud, trying to remember just how she had gotten here. Her stomach rumbles menacingly. In any case, she could use something to eat. She picks herself up, smooths her skirts and hair into something resembling presentable (it doesn't take much, after all, she is the most beautiful woman in the world), and walks into the bar, the door swinging shut behind her. She walks over to the bar and notices the breakfast menu.

"Can a girl get a nice English Breakfast around here?"

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Sunday morinng, and Barry is awake and eating a bagel. It's quiet, but his mind is not. Sara's father, his new full-time status, the trainee program...it's a lot to think about, even if some of it is good.

He's in a corner booth, reading an old pulp magazine featuring a fictional hero named The Shadow who turns 75 today. At least for a little while he can let himself be diverted. Come divert him some more.

[ooc: only on for an hour or so.]

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick's hiding in a corner, sipping gently at his breakfast. He's working on that small leather-bound book again with the red pen, grumbling happily and laughing every so often at some of the things he reads.

Go bother him. Really.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

And there is a Sam inna bar. Looking kind of tired. So she has a cup of tea to wake her up!

Nevermind that she's still in pajamas. Be glad she's wearing pajamas.

Come and chat.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Aziraphael]

Patron on Fire

[asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com]

Remy is sleeping in his corner chair. He's got two beers in each of his slumped over hands and a smoke daring to light his jacket on fire.

Pool of diamonds....pool of diamonds....

A glare from the sun reflects off something, waking him up some and he jumps up.

"Light."

He soon realizes that his lit cigarette is somewhere in his jacket. Then, his sleeve goes on fire.

"Shit."

He quickly takes off the jacket. He might be dead, but burning skin doesn't sound like fun anyways. He kicks the jacket.

Nothing. It's still flaming.

Think you could help?

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After this very short entry.]

Aeryn walked into the bar. Once again she had her trusty sonic screwdriver, although she wasn't sure what to do with it.

She sat down at a bar stool, a little slower than usual and began to shake the object in her hand. It was what appeared to be an Earth-style stereo, but she didn't know that.

Please come and Give the mun something to do help her figure out what the frell is going on.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is at the piano again. He's just playing, not singing--a song full of yearning and hunger, underscored by low arppeggios.

There's also an empty pint glass on top of the piano. At this time of day, that's probably a bad sign.

(no subject)

[navybabyseal.livejournal.com]

Shane is in the bar.

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldilocks has bagels and coffee, and she's humming to herself as she dines. There's a fuchsia t-shirt, white shorts and sandals. In any other place, and maybe even here, she could just be another pretty blonde perched on a stool, partaking of a late brunch at the bar. And that's exactly how she likes it to look.

Maybe the first impression wouldn't be so idyllic if the 9mm Beretta wasn't out of sight—tucked into the back of her shorts—or if anyone knew what she was thinking...

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Someone is cheerfully whistling. Not an uncommon occurance in Milliways.

Then again, Grissom is the person who is whistling.

Feel free to ask why he's so cheerful today.

Re-entrance

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The Door opens and a Horta glides into Milliways.

Those who know the subtle cues of Horta body language will notice that he is simultainously annoyed, relieved and in dire need of something entertaining. Naraht has survived Lt. Commander Peck's briefing/torture-by-banality and is quite relieved to find himself back in Milliways.

He glides over to the Bar.

"Bar, my dear. Graphite please. A kilo...and maybe some alabaster on the side? I really need it."

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer's walks up to the bar looking... well, he's still not exactly in a good mood per se, but at least he doesn't look like he'd just as soon kill you as speak to you. It's an improvement from the last time he was down here.

Maybe that's why the bar chose to wait until now to give him a letter and a package. Sawyer reads through the letter (scowling at the name "James", though that's really not her fault) and slides the gun out of the package and into his waistband. Then, he takes a seat at the bar, orders a whiskey, and lights up a Marlboro.

(no subject)

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

There's a Gavin sitting at the bar, bored and tired. He snuck out of his room earlier in the morning, as so not to wake Inyri. Sleeping on a chair for the night? Not exactly his idea of a fun time.

He takes a drink from his second cup of caf as he doodles something on a napkin with a pen he found lying on the bar counter.

Feel free to ask him what it is. He'd be more than happy to explain.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sitting at the piano, carefully paging through a book of Beatles music... Most of it he considers to be senseless garbage, but there are a few good songs.

Come talk with him.

(no subject)

[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

Remiel's in the bar, at a table, toying with his blue yo-yo and reading a book of poetry. He looks quite botherable, as his wings are out and folded behind him.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny bounces downstairs. She sits at the bar. She's got one of those silly portable cd players and has finally figured out how it works. She is listening to the Rolling stones and singing a little loud... Please come talk to her. or else she'll get louder.*

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter was out back near the woods, and training again.
Physical and mental training, and it's obviously he's having a more rewarding time with it.
His expression held traces of grimness and determination however.
Hmmm...

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Ex-Girlfriends. Tony receives some advice from Michelle. FTB. Millitimed to Friday night. ]

Tony enters the bar wearing an ugly red and green striped shirt that proudly displays his chest hair. It's not the display that offends him so much as the ugliness of the shirt.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle in ze bar.

As per usual, he looks very tired and his hair is once again an abysmal mess.

But he doesn't seem nearly as upset as he usually does. In fact, he's comparatively cheerful.

...Sort of.

Anyway, come talk to him! He's not Compulsed anymore and he's really enjoying being able to hold things back and lie about his sex life again.

[OOC: Bah. Slowtime quite necessary, as mun is heading off for a party and has to go to bed early for work tomorrow. Sorry, guys. Didn't realize I'd have to leave so soon.]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

While talking with Lady Ilacia on the streets of V'Saine, Shelley makes an important decision and sets things in motion.

[OOC: Warning for Whitetext]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon doesn't look nearly as sick, tired, and ill as he has. Good recuperative powers, really.

He's got one foot braced against a chair's back, the other tucked under the chair he sits on, and his lyranthe braced against his uplifted leg.

Alanna's song is done, and so is Mel's, and he's finishing the music for Faith's. The words are long finished but the tune needs polishing.

Arithon finds it amusing that, through his fingers, Faith and Mel have softer tunes than Alanna. He's toying with the idea of writing one for Buffy, too, just to see if it is a Slayer thing that they be so terribly hard, and yet so gentle under it all.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

At a slightly later than normal time, Dinah's ready to serve breakfast or brunch to anyone recovering from Saturday night

Breakfast Specials
Full English
Continental
Half a grapefruit

The dining car glides behind the bar, with her usual bright smile.

"What'll you have?"

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel's back in the bar. Reading in a booth with curly fries, again

Will wonders never cease?

(no subject)

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

There is a Lost Boy sitting in a booth with a long coil of rope. He looks very busy, and seems to be making a giant knotty mess.

If you haven't seen him in the past couple of days, that's because he's been exploring the lake and bits of the forest outside. Not far enough to reach the Dreaming, just enough to get a sense of the place. And maybe scope out a really big, solid tree.

As nice as the room the pirate got him the other night is, he doesn't feel comfortable staying indoors. That's why he's got the rope, actually. He's making a ladder.

After all, what good is a treehouse if there's no way to get into it?

He doesn't actually have a treehouse yet... but he's taking this one step at a time.

[ooc: mun has just realized that no sleep for nearly a full day makes a v. silent pup. feel free to tag, but know that it'll have to be slowtimed for several hours at the very least. or maybe saved for tomorrow.]

(no subject)

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

He's spent the past couple of days looking for her. But Sara is proving elusive. He had asked the Bar where her room was located and was given no answer.

So he sits in a booth, nursing a whiskey and eyeing the other patrons with a distinctly unpleasant expression.

"She can't hide forever."

Bartending!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion walks down in a considerably better mood that before. He's dressed well, perhaps even a little better than usual, and his steps are a little more sure, a little more steady. His hair's been fixed and he's actually got a smile on. He makes his way behind the bar and starts putting up the specials.
Drink Specials
Apple Colada
Apple Blossom
Apple Cobbler
He's actually smiling as he puts them up, a secret little grin curling his lips, so perhaps he'll explain what all the apples are about if you should happen to ask. Next he puts up the food specials.
Food Specials
Romano Chicken
Fruity Curry Chicken Salad
Double Tomato Bruschetta and
Caramel Flan for dessert.
Then Garion settles behind the bar with his customary chocolate shake and waits for whoever might stop by.

[ooc: mun is out for a couple of hours out to dinner with the folks. Will return!]

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is indoors, busily demolishing sugar packets in a corner booth. He's humming some tune or other under his breath, but does not appear to be in a very good mood, strictly speaking.

Approach with caution. Don't mention Raven.

(no subject)

[dequincy.livejournal.com]

Katherine, in the bar.

At a table, reading through a 1999 Physician's Desk Reference.

No, she doesn't often stop.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Back on Ossus, after saving the Killik nest...]

-- to find themselves in Milliways Bar. Jaina and Zekk look around in shock and gasp…at the same time. This clearly isn’t the inside of the Jedi academy. Jaina and Zekk exchange confused glances, and she leads him over to the bar counter, running a hand over the wooden surface.

“We remember this place.”

“It’s Milliways Bar,” he states, picking up on Jaina’s thoughts. “We’re back.”

She frowns as memories long forgotten over the course of five years come rushing back and she wraps her cloak tighter around her body, as if it could hide who she is. She doesn’t want to be here, and from Zekk’s identical apprehension, she knows he doesn’t want to be either.

She remembers how Milliways had been the closest thing to a home she had found in the past five years, not including the Taat nest. Right now, a home isn’t what they want. They only want to return back to their Jedi missions.

“Kriffing Milliways,” Jaina and Zekk swear at the same time.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

OOM: Before leaving his room, Andres comes to a realization.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

After nearly three days in his room, giving him time to think and make a few decisions, Andres is once more venturing down to the bar.

He finds an out of the way booth, and watches the observation window which seems to mirror his life. No he's not feeling the least bit melodramatic. Why would you think that? He's actually looking rather calm and resolute, and he's not even reading Titus Andronicus, which is a step in the right direction.

He may not be the best of company, but he would surely appreciate some.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Lookit. Triplets. Bet you missed them.
*chirp*

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

OOM: Millitimed to Friday night. Andres is in his room. and is visited by Lee Castle and comforted by Rachel.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

It all starts here with my disgrace
I give you my life then I run in haste
In this false life something needs to give

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong

With my two lips I will praise your name
Then I turn around and only curse and blame
I give in, strength is thin, adding to my shame

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong

Your blood it covered all my sin
You changed a traitor into kin
In this false life something needs to give

Tell me a reason why this isn't treason
Tell me, tell me I'm wrong
I swear I'm back but then it turns out it's only a season
So tell me, tell me I'm wrong.


*He's sitting at his normal booth, singing softly. In his hands is a five foot length of metal piping. The words seem to be just puring out, without his notice. He is intent on the pipe, very carefully polishing and smooth out the entire length. on the table before him is a cold cup of tea, a large bag of lead, a bunsen burner, and a couple of vials. At a glance, his goal is to melt the lead and fill in the pipe. But who knows?*

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's at the bar.

He's got his supper, borscht and ushki. He's got his book, Love's Labour's Lost. He's got a rather wicked bruise on his face, on his left cheekbone, a few inches below the eye.

But he's whistling to an old showtune. It is physically impossible to be unhappy with 'Magical Mister Mistoffolees' stuck in your head.

So come pay him a visit.

[ooc: edit- Random speaks with Roy, and paints his portrait before setting him up with his own set of acrylics. He reads Tarot Cards for Andres, and whatever he sees, he doesn't share. Ishamael's too scary for that. And has a relatively normal conversation with Miss Michelle.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Spike's definitely out of his comfort zone: gun under virtual lock and key (which means no clip loaded), lighter tucked away safely, and... he has no fucking idea what to expect.

No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.

At least he might learn a thing or two.

Or not.

He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Dick and Steph discuss issues. A lot of them. Over a very long, and doomy thread. Millitimed to before Steph's departure from the bar. Warning: Includes discussion of events of torture and rape.]

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie walks down into the bar from the guest quarters, glances around the room and heads out to the back door. He knows of a nice spot by the lakeshore that's perfect for sitting and reading. Or just listening to the waves lap at the shore.

He's not far off, he'd welcome company.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

*Tom and Ingress walk in from the House of Arch. She has a bundle of papers in her hands. Once she spots Crowley, she dashes over to him. Tom follows along behind.*

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

The doors to the bar open slowly as a messy blond haired young male makes his way inside and looks around. Still, no sign of his comrades, Isaac sighs siftly, shaking his head, and makes his way over to the bar. This was most definitely an odd style of pub, he thinks as he sits down on one of the stools. Feel free to approach.

(no subject)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

One sulking Irish vigilante (or maybe two, you never know if the brother is lurking around somewhere, he most often is).

In a booth with plain chicken breast and mashed potatoes. Not much of an appetite yet, mostly just pushing the food around on his plate.

Wouldn't mind interruption, conversation is a good excuse not to eat, right?

(no subject)

[snowontheocean.livejournal.com]

Roy scans the bar quickly when he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

Not seeing certain people he'd rather not encounter, he breathes a sigh of relief and heads to the bar to grab some dinner.

With cheicken breast, salad, and water, he sits in a booth, eyes always alert and scanning the bar.

Feel free to join, even if you're one of the ones he'd rather avoid. He's gonna have to face you sometime anyway.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

If there's a bright center to the universe, Milliways is more than likely close to it. In front of the observation windows, gazing at the explosions is a writer plying her craft. For once, it seems as if she might be not writing an essay. Scary, if you think about it. On the paper in front of her are a couple verses, a couple more papers scattered about with notes and scribbles, and rhymes and scansion. Perhaps eventually she'll realize that she's hungry.

(no subject)

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

Campbell had said two weeks on the puppy. House is more than ready to bring her home. He asks Bar for the supplies he'll need upstairs, a bed, food and water dishes, food, toys, leash, treats. Bar also provides him a book about Doberman Pinchers and puppies in general.

After he gathers up the items, in the bag Bar thoughtfully provided for him since he only has on hand for crrying things, and starts to turn away when a burger and fries appears. Oh right. Dinner.

"While I'm thinking about it, transfer whatever Behrooz owes to my tab," he says, and sits down to eat with all his dog supplies clustered at his feet.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*An invitation is posted on the notice board.

It's a thick, creamy piece of parchment, and the words on it are written in a clear, spiky script.*

Bernard Mickey Wrangle & Nymphadora Diphda Tonks

are pleased to invite you
(all of you)
to their wedding
Saturday, August 6th at 3:00 pm
at
The Lake Shore at Milliways Bar

Brief ceremony to be followed by
Reception and Lake Party.

No RSVP required.

(no subject)

[smart-ewok.livejournal.com]

Ewok inna bar!

He's trying to persuade Bar to let him order ten cases of Whyren's.

She's dubious about it.

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Sariel is looking astoundingly innocent.

This may be, at least to her friends, frightfully disconcerting.

Nevertheless, she's discovered yet another corner in the bar - this one, however, is not a darkened corner, but a very light and content corner.

Come say hi. Or don't. Entirely up to you.

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Mary stomps into the bar from the back door, and stands there for a moment, dripping on the floor.

Her lank, pale hair hangs in soaking wet hanks in front of her face, and her nose is red, and her face set and sullen. All in all, she looks quite as contrary as ever she did.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes in from the direction of the Security office with her battleaxe strapped to her back, orders a rare steak and a bottle of Jack Daniels, and sits down at a table to exhibit her utter lack of a charm school education.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the bar, looking better than he has in the last few days. Being forced to constantly tell the truth had been rather exhausting for him, and he looks more relaxed now that he can lie again.

So, at the moment, he's drinking a soda and reading over some sheet music. But his eyes still occasionally dart around.

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Holmes is perched at a table near the observation window, but his attention remains fully and utterly focused on the several sheets of paper before him, on which he is writing with a precise hand, narrow letters and tall capitals. He has two pages, filled front and back, of notes neatly labeled April O'Neil at the top, and one and a half sheets labeled Random danOberon. A number of other half-filled sheets lay beneath those, labeled at the top with other remembered names, facts gathered from casual or pointed conversation.

This is his habit of old, after all, to organize his thoughts and leave space in his mind for the immediate memory of new facts. The files may very well prove useful in the future, as well.

His current file is labeled simply Raven, and seems to be filled with frustrating gaps of information. Do disturb him--his tea has long gone cold, and he's smoked some six cigarettes in the last two hours.

[Summary: Holmes is collecting his thoughts on paper about...everyone in the bar, but particularly Raven, when the bird himself appears. He answers some of Holmes' questions, then inspires a thousand others by daring to kiss him good night. Once he has recovered, he is approached by Random, who is looking bruised and announces that his birthday is tomorrow. Tim is next, sharing his own bits of knowledge about Raven (and providing a bit of indirect information about himself, of course). Then comes Coyote, who proceeds to shift shape and behave in a generally baffling fashion. Last of all, Ms. April O'Neil joins the fray, trying to get a glimpse at her file only to have it snatched away again. There's some talk of sekrits, and April commits various acts of mockery and teasing, as is customary. It all ends with a bit of unexpected kissing out by the lake, then Holmes taking a risk by bring them both to Baker Street.]

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is a happy, happy girl as she prances downstairs and plops down at the bar. Wine and cheese for her. Ah, Fatherland.*

(no subject)

[mrs-baudelaire.livejournal.com]

For some time now, the tales of the Baudelaire children have been defined by a series of extremely unfortunate events. This can be clearly seen in the arrival of Sunny Baudelaire at Milliways. The youngest of the three, Sunny arrived alone; bereft not only of her brother and sister, but also of the parents that she had already lost to the fire that claimed the Baudelaire mansion.

Most people would think that this was an extremely unfortunate event.

However, Sunny discovered a family for herself, consisting of a red-headed Barman and a pink-haired witch, soon to be joined by an infant brother. It would seem, then, that the youngest Baudelaire had managed to escape the curse upon the lives of the most unfortunate Baudelaire children.

If you prefer stories with only happy endings, you may wish to turn away now, for it is my sad duty to inform you that this is not the case for Sunny Baudelaire. What was lost may sometimes be found, and not all such discoveries are necessarily cheerful ones.

Or in other words, the door opens, letting in the smell of smoke. A man and a woman walk through together and stop, looking around in confusion.

Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire have arrived at Milliways.

(no subject)

[navybabyseal.livejournal.com]

Shane walks into the bar wearing a torn white t-shirt and blue jeans.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter was in the bar with some dinner (trying the Romano Chicken special), and an iced tea. His hair's still bit damp from the shower he took after training. He looked tired but accomplished.
He's got his GB tote bag with books, and writing in his notebook as he eats.


(ooc: mun is back)

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes, sitting in a chair by the viewport, staring out at the end of the universe and trying not to think--
"...I, I guess I fell for you..."
It's working not working don't know messy thoughts can't figure out--
"So when she comes back, you... you go after her. Ger her back. And don't worry 'bout ol'Hobs, yeah?"
--just sitting there, glass of Whyren's, watching the shiny.

He's never really sat and watched it before.

Makes him smile.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti walks in from the garden, gets coffee from the bar, hastily feeds the trilobites, and slumps into his favourite chair.

Here's a somewhat hurried and done-for god of magic, hoping for some company - preferably a faun among it.


[[OOC: Mun's just on for an hour or so, because she's still being visited by those terribly demanding ladies, who luckily consented to go to dinner on their own. So have at while it lasts!!]]

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[chelleuncurled]

Michelle's sitting at the Bar. She's eating a baby spinach salad and drinking a diet coke. She also absently touches the ring on her left hand every so often.

Feel free to bother her.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth, still working on the ship in a bottle. He was going to go home, but has just found out he can't. He doesn't seem particularly bothered at the moment, probably because this allows him to sleep and eat.
He's not sulking any more, and would like company. Come talk to him.

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Young woman, sitting alone in a booth.

Come chat, she does not bite... unless you ask nicely.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way in through the front door, earphones around his neck and messenger bag slung across his back. He settles down at the Bar and orders his usual.

entry post. :)

[safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com]

The Door opens, and yet another blonde teenage superhero tumbles through - this one doesn't hit the floor, though, just changes her flight direction to swoop upwards, yelling "Not fast enough, Kon!"

Through the Door there's a glimpse of a sunny afternoon, and a handful of other teenagers in bright costumes, all frozen the moment Cassie came through. Then the Door swings shut, and when Cassie goes to grab the handle it vanishes and she's left staring at the wall.

Well, huh. It's not like it's the first time weird things have happened to Cassie Sandsmark. She shrugs, and turns around to inspect her new surroundings.

Wonder Girl inna bar. Have at.

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria makes her way over from the bar, where she's just finished conversing with the (quite strange) bartender. She has not yet touched her drink, though she's found herself a seat and is admiring the gold flecks in the drink and sniffing it cautiously.

Come play with her.





[ooc - player going to sleep now. night all!]

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[jack_inthegreen]

The number of Jacks in the the bar increases by one.

He has made a brief trip home, but now he's back and looking merrier than ever.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Dammit! Ow."

Sheppard has found himself rolling into Milliways again, and once more he's not sure whether he should be happy or irritated by it. On the plus side, it means he gets a break from fighting his way through brush and avoiding any less than happy natives. On the negative, he just landed on his rifle again.

Grumbling another curse to himself, Sheppard gets to his feet, rubbing at his now sore side and wincing.

Waaagh!

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

A huge, red wolf has come bounding into the Bar. So this is where he disappears to... A gigantic red tongue lolls put of Storm's mouht in that utterly happy, utterly ridiculous canine way. Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!! He trots confidently up to the bar, puts his front paws up, and starts lapping at the fresh bowl of milk thats appeared in front of him. Storm is in the Bar!

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[henry_fitzroy]

Milliways makes Henry tense. The combination of scents and sounds and senses put him on edge. But he blinks as he enters, and smiles when he recognizes a scent in the bar. He heads over towards the Bar.

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[innocentknight.livejournal.com]

Paul is in the bar. He's happier than he's been since he arrived, as a result of having spent a lovely evening bonding with one Miss Jennifer Slater.

Feel free to destroy his good mood.

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[true_desire]

[ OOM: Regulus and Desire in the Threshold (backdated to the 27th) ]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is in a new booth tonight, comfortable but different. The party went smoothly, the twins are with a sitter, and Bigby seems to be taking a turn for the better, so it's certainly an occasion to relax and read a bit. Bar's selections really aren't that bad when you give them a chance, and ignore the bits that refer to people you knew.*

[OOC:This is a plot post, so I won't completely limit tags, but prefer that it's limited to those Snow knows already.]

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[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is in the bar, kitten on his shoulder, wearing a jade sunburst pendant.

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting at his usual table, cleaning his gun. Yeah, he's been shooting at targets again. He likes company.

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[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and Jonathan Levinson comes in. It's been a while since he was seen in the bar.

This is odd, because the last time almost everyone there saw him, he was dead.

Feel free to stare and/or come find out what's been going on with him.

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[the_seafarer]

He has worked all day in the stables, and afterward had gone to the lakeside, where the Hope sat peacefully anchored in the lowering light, thinking.

Now Caspian comes back into the bar and seats himself in his usual place by the fire, gazing into it in a distracted sort of way, while whittling cheerfully enough at a delicate piece of wood.

He hasn't talked to anyone except horses all day. Come be the exception.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Sooner or later, someone is bound to notice the slowly growing hole in the ground not far outside the back of the Bar.

At the moment, said hole has a dwarf in it, making it bigger.