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[the_lioness]

*Alanna leans against a wall, arms crossed, frowning at nothing in particular.*

[OOC: Please ping before tagging. I'm heading to bed relatively soon, but Alanna and Thom need to talk. *g*]

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Hotaru's parents grounded her. How can she get back to Milliways?]

The front door opens, little hands pushing on the doorhandle with effort. The hands belong to a girl of about eight years of age. She has big violet eyes, hidden by the black hair of her bangs until she stands fully up.

She's wearing a thin black jacket, and shorts with little sandals. She looks up and scans the room searchingly, while she steps all the way inside, and firmly shuts the door.



ETA: (ooc: nevermind! ^^; heh.)

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Eddie writes some more.]

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[aj_crawley]

Crowley, grinning faintly, wanders into the bar from the lake. Bare feet, still - he's been enjoying the feel of the grass under his toes - no sunglasses, and a loose black jumper and jeans. Clothes without too many buttons, in fact.

Trailing one hand over chair backs and table-tops, as much to experience the sensation of wood-grain against fingertips as to steady himself, he's already walking rather better than yesterday. And he's only wincing at the louder of the clanks and crashes that drift out from the kitchen. In his other hand, bizarrely enough, he's holding a bottle of Breck shampoo, and a volume of Oscar Wilde works. He's found what it was that tripped him up last night.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, a half-empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the table beside her. Her eyes gaze off over the room, though whether she's actually seeing anything is anyone's guess. If she is, she isn't reacting, at any rate.

Whatever's on her mind, she could probably use some distraction.

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[Pre-Milliways: River has good news.]

The front door slides open, and in walks a very happy-looking group: Simon, Kaylee, and River. ["Wasn't River here already?" "Shush."]

They're here to say hello to a recently returned friend.

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[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

It'd been a while since Kyle had been in the bar -- well, okay. So not that long. But about a week, which was long for Kyle, since Milliways was considered a favorite place for him to rest. Until recently, that was, before things between him and his best friend had gotten a bit...rough.

But now Kyle was back. He had thought of turning right back around when the door had led him here, but he didn't think it was worth the effort. Why? He had an injured back. Nothing serious, of course, but it just hurt, protesting the abuse it had taken earlier in the day.

So Kyle was in a booth, careful of his back as he rested his head on the table top.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia wanders downstairs. She sits at the bar.

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[iopenthings]

[OOM: Tom and Door talk - about the mission, about death, and about fear.]

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

Door comes in.

For our purposes tonight, it's several hours after her aforeposted conversation with Tom. She did fall asleep in his arms, but woke up several hours later and crept out of bed.

And now she's curled up in a booth, carefully stacking and restacking papers, not really reading any of them.

She'll go home when she can't stay awake any longer.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: In room 48, Tony clarifies a few things for Michelle. Three parts angst, two parts schmoop. ]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Friday morning. Once the euphoria wears off, Cuthbert and Susan discuss their engagement in more practical terms--including how it affects Roland.]

(no subject)

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

OOM Michael and Kitt talk about nothing, and then alternate realities.

At length.

May be finished at a later date.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> August 1st, 2005: The Conflict

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[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor's at the bar, drinking coffee and watching the universe explode.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

It's noisy as heck out back behind the Bar. For certain values of 'noisy', anyway.

In this case, the noise comes from a dwarf hard at work; having achieved full-sized pit last night, he's now busy turning local rock into workable foundation stones.

He might welcome a break, possibly.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

It's morning. Ray's awake. Last night was one of the ones where he stayed at Milliways just to get an uninterrupted night's rest.

Possibly this explains the extra-large cup of coffee that he's got instead of his usual scary green yuk, although he's currently reading a book on Chinese broadsword techniques instead of paying attention to his caffeination process. Some people have no sense of priorities.

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

( Letter for Sara Sidle )

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[lvpd_sidle]

She's in the bar early today, looking for breakfast. A note appears along with her order.

Reading it, she frowns and stuffs it in a pocket.

Sara is sitting in a booth, picking at her cereal.

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha's not on a table this time, she's under one. But if you're looking carefully, you might spot her.*

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah's in the bar, perched near the observation window as usual, no cherry-lime fizz today, just water, water and a bowl of various dried fruits. She is however working on beading, as usual.

She's progressed from flowers with the wirework to sculptures, sort of, with different sizes and shapes of beads. Right now she's working on what looks like it might be a wing of some sort, shiny and black.

She's been working at it for a while, and could probably use an interruption.

(mun is at grandfather's house, replies probably patchy and/or slowtimed, lunchtime soon, then home, so drop a tag, I'll catch it 'ventually)

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar.

He's looking tired, but cheerful. Sariel healed the bruise on his face, he washed the grime off his clothes, and he slept in.

Come say hello. It's his birthday.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's in his usual booth, leaning against the wall, sipping a beer and quietly singing along to "If I Had a Rocket Launcher."

It's a bit frightening how he can mimic the singer's voice almost-perfectly. He gets a kick out of freaking people out with his Bruce Cockburn impression.

He's in rather a better mood than he's been. If your name is Ramon Salazar, please don't ruin it just yet. Mun promises that you will have a chance to do so later.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is sitting in a booth. She is wearing the same old leather gear, but it looks comfortably rumpled. For once, she isn't doing anything. She isn't drinking or messing around with strange mechanical objects. She's just leaning back, a contented smile on her face. If someone were to get close enough, they might hear her humming a tune, but no, that's crazy talk.She couldn't be that happy. But sure enough, there is a smile on her face.

Has someone slipped her a good mood pill?

The chances of her killing you today are a million to one, come and chat.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Castillian inna bar, inna booth, looking tired.
And because mun is trying to be stealthy like ninja That's all you get.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's mun is dying of the tired.

But! Trillian has the iced coffee again.


She's tired, but not to any extreme.

Though still curled up on the sofa.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah's back behind the bar, ready to serve breakfast again.

Breakfast Specials
Three Eggs Omelette
French Toast
Half a grapefruit

The dining car herself is once again setting out glasses of freshly queezed orange juice.

"What can I getcha?"

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[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

There's a princess in the bar. She's sits at a table and props her barefeet up on it. She is bored.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Last night, April made a generally angsty, country music-fortified entry to her journal.]

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter headed downstairs, dressed in a T-shirt, and loose fitting drawstring pants.
He was going to grab some water before heading out back to train again.
He made sure to ask for some Jedi training remotes again.

Feel free to speak with him before, or after he heads back near the woods.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie. Piano. Guinness. No surprises here.


[ooc: locked for plot and sanity of mun, say sorry. Bartleby only please.]

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[deadlywhore.livejournal.com]

Tayven is in the bar, sipping tea and sharpening a knife (though not at the same time. That would be difficult.) both of which are indications of his current boredom.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel's not sure what to make of this all. Frankly, she's feeling a little embarrassed that she's alerted all her friends to the presence of her brother,  only to have him not do anything. So she's proceeded to not think of him, nor to worry about Lilly, but to focus on the things she can do.

These include drinkin', fightin' and snafflin' coobeastie.

Not that Mel's ever snaffled a coobeastie. She doesn't even know what a coobeastie is. But if someone explained it to her, and pointed one out, she could snaffle it no problem. Once 'snafflin' was explained to her.

But she's not snafflin' any coobeastie right now. Nor is she drinkin', or fightin'. In fact, the mun  probably shouldn't have brought them up.

Table. Breakfast. Big red shiny.

(no subject)

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill is curled up in a booth in a dark corner, sipping tea and thinking to herself.

Come....distract her...she needs distracting.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan is in the bar.

Been a while, hasn't it? Come and talk to him.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin is sitting by the fireplace, looking rather happier - and less bruised - than the last time he was in the main bar.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

There's a Napoleonic-era British soldier, swimming in the shallower parts of the lake and keeping an eye on his things where he left them on the shore.

Also, watching out for any sign of the shark.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon inna bar. This particular Servant of Evil cartel boss/terrorist isn't in a great mood, due to the fact that it's a certain someone's birthday and he feels like he wants to be really nice to them.

No, the irony is not lost on him. He'll probably end up being horrible to the person because of it, but in the meantime he's in the bar and drinking.

Oh and if your name is Lee Castle, approaching is not advisable. He'll be finding you later anyway...

(no subject)

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

There is a huge pile of parts in one corner of the bar. And there is also a yellow blur zipping around the pile, shifting them and organizing them. From time to time, the blur zooms over to the bar, so Bart can order another part. He seems quite happy.

"So, the flux capicator is connected to the inhibition unit over, here, but where..."

Zip.

"Bar? I need a 3/8 quarter processing left flange triconectial unit please."

Said item appears, and Bart zips back to his pile. Feel free to bug him at his work, or just ogle his genius.

(no subject)

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

Instead of his usual book, the bar decides to surprise Ryan and give him trading cards. Four small packs, all wrapped in foil. These aren't the baseball cards he collected, he's not sure what they are. The foil is black and on the front, like a digital clock read-out, is 24.

Curious he open the first pack and sees some people he recognizes. He turns the card over and the description on the back begins: "24" television's most gripping and inventive thriller...

Ryan blinks.

The next card is picture of him in CTU.

Ryan has just been canon-punctured.

In Mt. Etna...

[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, clad in the now-traditional shirt and jeans for her barmaid shift.

She's in a great mood. She has a pretty new ring on the ring finger of her left hand. Feel free to notice it.

Barmaid on Duty! Flag her down if you need anything!

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack is in his usual chair by the fireplace. No surprises there. Today, though, he has company; his 18-month-old granddaughter, Angela, is sitting in his lap as he reads to her from The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

It's a cute picture. Just give in and head over.

[ooc: Both Jack and Angela can be tagged. :-)]

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere is sitting, playing the spheres, in a corner booth, so as not to disturb Charlie*

I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop.
I fall and tumble there to find my friend
And falling, I fear I'll never stop.
Here in this world there seems so vast an ocean,
So many drops get lost in tumbling there.
One is like the other, oh, one in the end,
So, I to find another, so I to find a brother,
In the search for him, unhappy, lose myself...

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, resting his head in his hand and stirring his tea.

The sugar disappeared a while ago. But he's kind of bored, so he doesn't really care that much.

Still, his eyes dart around every so often, as though he's looking for something but afraid to find it.

Feel free to talk to him. He's not paranoid. Really.

[For 24-ways: When Behrooz isn't exactly friendly toward Tony, Tony asks what's wrong and there's confusion for a while before it's realized that Behrooz's memory of the interrogation has likely been tampered with, and Behrooz goes off to find Jasin Nateal. Behrooz and Guppy talk about Mitzi, cats, and Guppy's problems at work.]

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

The shadows gather into a crimson-robed figure. A golden elephant pendant hangs from his neck.

Karl Rove has returned to Milliways.

(no subject)

[mort-bee.livejournal.com]

Toad is lounging at a table by the window, sipping herbal tea and reading a tattered copy of Mr. Midshipman Hornblower.

There's a long, deep scar running up his right arm. Feel free to ask him about it. He's got nothing better to do.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Vampire Executioner in the bar.

She's still bruised but looking better. She's sitting at the bar, reading the mists of avalon, with a cherry coke.

Go ahead and poke her with a stick

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits at a table, drawing. So many new faces.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

It's a grumpy captain. Grumpy captains are not fun. Especially when they are grumpy on the first of August.

Unification Day.

Just the words make Mal want to let Lilly win at quarters again.

In an attempt to feel better, Mal has brought his brushes with him today, and has procured a stack of parchment from the Bar. Using a short-tipped bristle brush, he scrawls the following:

I fought the law and the law won.
Chinese calligraphy here.

(no subject)

[safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com]

There's still a Wonder Girl in the bar, looking a bit lost. She's been wandering around and examining things all day - her room, the outside, the bar - and she's no closer to figuring out how to get home. So she's back inside, with a sandwich and a glass of juice, sitting at the bar and waiting for something to happen. Anything. Doesn't matter what.

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Having tired of reading on the patio, Goldilocks strolls in through the back door and heads to the bar to order some supper. She seems her usual relaxed self, slightly impassive but very much at ease. Shades are set up on her forehead, and golden hair plays over the straps of a turquoise scoopneck bra top. The outfit is rounded off by white jeans and sandals.

She orders something simple and vaguely healthy—grilled salmon in mango salsa with white rice—and after an indifferent glance around, she takes the plate and iced tea to a table. The worn paperback is set down while she eats.

It's probably of no relevance to anything that the book is The Day of the Jackal...

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Look, there's a Rachel! Isn't that amazing? She's at a booth now, a veritable sheaf of envelopes in her front of her. The letters don't seem to be making her happy, not, not at all...or she could just usually look this close to painfully angry...

[mun is once more at the library, for perhaps a little over an hour]

(no subject)

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

Once again, Will's eyes are relentlessly scanning the bar's patron.

Where is she? Can't have gone far, this place isn't that big...

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[howdy-howdy.livejournal.com]

*Dude Wrangle looks like he could use a drink as he steps inside the bar, the late-evening sun just starting to sink into the Washington horizon behind him.

Kathleen fell asleep reading on the couch after supper, and Dude has been thinking for a few days, now, that he ought to make sure he can still get back to Milliways; wouldn't do to be stuck outside when your only son's about to get himself hitched.

Fortunately, the barn door obliged him, this time.*

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite in the bar.

He's curled up in a booth, reading Shakespeare.

'King Lear.' Why do you ask?

Random's waiting for someone.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

*Ingress does not bound into the bar. She looks a little gloomy as she makes her way to Bar to order a chocolate milkshake with rainbow sparkles.*

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean
He's at the bar playing sad music on his harp, okay?

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's down in the bar, sitting across one of the armchairs by the fireplace. She's presumably working on something, writing things in a notebook.

If she knew the song "Come on Ilene", she would presumably be singing the "too rah oo rah too rah loo ri aye!" part of it. But she doesn't.

But, if you figure something equally bouncy, cheerful and mostly meaningless- it would be something rather like that, yes.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

12 days since Connor left.

Faith's starting to get edgy again.

She's sitting at a table near the door, sipping a cup of sludge-like coffee and staring at the door as if hoping the sheer force of her brain will open it.

She...probably won't hurt you for interrupting.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's at a table with an enormous magnetic board in front of her with a bunch of little magnetic words strewn about. On the table are three boxes: Magnetic Poetry, original edition, genius edition, and Milliways Bar edition. It's the latter that she seems to be laughing at the most. Come over and play!

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

There is a hani sitting at a table in the bar. She has a cup of green tea, a piece of paper with three Chinese characters written on it, and a second piece of paper - this one square - on which she is carefully writing in chaura, the hani dialect she knows best.

Come talk to her!

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

A happy KARR doesn't enter the bar.

Instead, it's a severely ticked KARR who shoves open the door to the lake, grumbling to himself as he drives in. His scanner moves in a rapid, angry blaze, and anyone who looks at the Trans Am's body can see why he's so irked. It seems he's been bombarded.

Birds, 1; KARR, 0.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is sprawled in a booth, barefoot, with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies.

His fingernails are still purple and sparkly.

With one hand, he idly scribbles in a notebook.

Feel free to interrupt.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter's been out back near the woods. Again, combo of mental and physical training.
He's been at it for a while, and he doesn't look like he's going to slow down anytime soon.

It's getting easier to dodge the training remotes, and it looks like they've gotten banged up a little from getting knocked back against the trees.

Feel free to watch, or comment, or duck from a blaster bolt.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Do, a deer, do we have any deer?
Ray, a geeky ghostbuster!
Mi, a pronoun, referring to self,
Fa, a sound much like phsaw made by some more old-fashioned patrons
So, is there any coffee around?
La, here is the coffee, ma'am!
Ti, a drink that is not as good as coffee and never will be, silly tea-drinkers!

And this brings up back to do!

---

This translates as Kitty in bar. With coffee.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven arrives heading up to the bar to order a cup of tea before turning to sit at one of the empty tables. Beastboy and Cyborg were having a rousing game of Stankball in the corridors of Titan Tower and it was nearly impossible to get any reading or meditating done with them shouting and pounding down the hallways like a herd of buffalo.

So here she was, sitting at a table, face buried in a book, hand ocassionally sliding around the book to reach for her tea.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is in the bar.

Chris is still under a spell to tell the truth.

Chris is also enjoying a rum and coke now. This may be related to the second sentence.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down the stairs to the bar, pausing at the corner of the counter to order a glass of warm blood.

She takes out a journal and begins writing in it, sipping occasionally from the glass.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's at the bar, humming something slightly under his breath.

He's in a good mood, for once.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*A dark, cloaked figure comes into the bar.

It then proceeds to remove its cloak and reveal itself as a cheerful if vaguely damp Meg Giry, who folds the cloak neatly next to her stool and sits down with a cup of coffee.*

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

If you see Tony, you see him in a foul mood.

He’s at a booth this time, not a table, scowling furiously and nursing a drink. Yes, it’s alcoholic.

You see, he’s just been canon punctured.

Tony is not a happy character.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie settled herself at a table, flipping through a magazine. No, it wasn't Auto Trader. She's Bonnie Barstow, not Joe Dirt. It is, however, one of those thick quarterly science magazines, though she isn't seeking any article in particular. It's mostly to keep her mind off things.

(no subject)

[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

Minerva feels like a cat tonight. Which is why there is a grey tabby sitting on the bar, watching the patrons and occasionally drinking from a saucer of tea.

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

Raguel stalks into Milliways... well, limps, really, but the intent is there, and makes it to the far end of the bar before he needs to stop and lean on its edge for support. Cursing softly, he leans over to massage his leg. Damn thing has been acting up all day.

She's Baaa-aaack!

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The front door opens.

In waltzes a pyro who looks decidedly more perky than when she left. Someone's had a good week, evidently. She shuts the door behind her and grins. It's good to be home. As she heads towards her favorite booth, she catches the attention of a passing waitrat and sends him off to fetch her a cocoa.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, in a booth, with a pint and the ship in a bottle. He's finished the mast and sails and is now painting the helm white.
He's doing it carefully, not missing a single detail, but a ship in a bottle is not enough entertainment for a bored Bound man. Come distract him, or tell him he has a smudge of paint on his chin.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk sit next to each other at a booth, one with a chocolate milkshake, the other with a lomin ale. Jaina flips through the pages of Ender's Game (which Bar decided to give her earlier in the day), while Zekk watches people in the bar. They're pretty silent, except for the occasional hum or click, typically accompanied by a touch on the neck or cheek here and there.

Yeah, Joiner behavior. Strange, eh?

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Having had more than enough caffeine earlier in the day- and, God help us all, food to temper it out so that he didn't fall over when it seeped away- Ray is still fairly vibrating with energy this evening. By the look of him, he'll be heading for either the outdoors or some room down the staff corridors shortly. He's still got that book on Chinese broadsword techniques jammed into one of his pockets, too.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio! Mercutio who is not a cat! I mean, how much more exciting can this place get?

He wants to speak to you. Right there. Yup. Speak to, laugh at, maybe sleep with. It all depends. But, y'know, if you reject him cruelly, he's actually pretty happy with his copy of Romeo and Juliet. Which the wonderful, lovely, possibly slightly maliciously intentioned Bar managed to find for him in late 16th-Century Venetian.

He's got a pen, and he's amending the text. Mostly with doodles, but occasionally with a mutter of "Falsehood". Talk to him now, before he gets to the later scenes and his good mood shatters.

Late Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Customers may notice Indy and Mike engaged in a conference behind the bar prior to their shift starting this evening. They both look slightly concerned, though they have no real reason to be. "I've got nothing," Indy declares blankly. "And neither does Bar by the looks." For there are sadly no constructive napkins materializing on the counter.

After an unhelpful shrug, Mike can be heard to ask "do we have to do a theme every single time?" His creativity seems to be at a low ebb as well, possibly jaded or brain dead from all the time he's been spending with his nose in vampire books.

"No. But it's part of our thing. The customers expect it," Indy replies dolefully. "We'd be letting them down."

Mike doodles idly on the chalkboard while Indy continues to brainstorm. But all subsequent offerings are deemed lame by one tender or the other. It's at this point that a certain Slayer, who's been sitting at the bar watching the debate, suddenly speaks up: "Guys, you know what always sells?"

The roommates turn and eye Mel suspiciously, but before either can protest, she's already jumped down and is hustling them through the swing doors and into the kitchen; Indy resisting only slightly more than Mike. And Mike isn't resisting at all, possibly because he jumped to an incorrect conclusion.

A few minutes pass, and then the men stride back out, both bare-chested under their waist coat and apron respectively. Mel is nowhere to be seen.

Indy heads for the Specials Board and sets to work scribbling furiously:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Lady Killer
Girlie Martini
Chicks Dig It

As an afterthought, he also adds a note stating: Ladies Night - All drinks half price for women. Then, looking far more pleased with themselves, the two boys take their usual ends of the bar and await orders.

"What'll it be, folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire dreams.]

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Out of Milliways:

Shelley waits for Joar Sedai under the Chora tree.

[OOC: Only plain text shows the actual events. Italics represent what might have been. Whitetext abounds.]

Entrance Post

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter's in the bar, reading and eating a bowl of soup. He appears to be in a good mood. He keeps glancing at the lake door, as if he's thinking about going out there, now or later.

Come and say hi.

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck's in the bar, looking a good deal more cheerful than he'd been the other day. Which, considering the conversation with Havelock he had on that other day, could be surprising.

Or perhaps not. At any rate, he's in the bar with a glass of milk.

What? Fairies really like dairy.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

One small, dark sorcerer seated at a table.

For a certain definition of modern, he is dressed in modern clothing. Long sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, civil war era duster. Also his normal heavy leather bracers, even if the t-shirt doesn't need them. Its a comfort thing.

The jeans and t-shirt make him look younger than usual.

Mentioning that he looks like a teenager is not likely to get you any bonus points.

He does have his sword, but one of the benefits of a magic sword of alien metal is you don't actually have to sharpen it.

Mmm, re-used entry post.

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[lastgunslinger]

[Immediately previous, in the Dreaming. Conversation.]

The air by the bar kind of...moves.

And then there is an Aes Sedai and a gunslinger of Gilead.

Roland lets go of Moiraine's hand and looks around. SSDD.

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[rogue-companion.livejournal.com]

Nandi's sitting at the bar having her nightly cup of tea. Come say hi.

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Vampire Executioner in the bar again.

The right side of her face still wrapped up in a lovely bruise that looks as if it's just begining to fade. She's got a book and some water, but is staring at the door in thought. The bar has attempted to cheer her up with a stuffed penguin..she's just ignoring it at this point.

Poke her with a stick, or ask her what happened to her face if you want.

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[simon_doctor]

Outside:

The night sky over the Milliways grounds is, like the rest of Milliways, often unpredictable. Tonight the stars appear to be rippling in long lazy patterns, buoyed outward by moonlight-tipped swells.

Unless that's just the reflection of a perfectly ordinary night sky in the surface of the lake.

There are two figures seated side by side on the Really Big Rock near the lake's edge, both of them facing the water.

One of them isn't wearing her shoes.

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[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia hasn't felt like coming down to the main bar lately, mostly just quick stops to grab some food when needed, but tonight she's back down, knitting the blanket she's been working on. It's clear she's been working on it while holed up in her room, as it's several feet long at this point, in gently blended forest hues*

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert heads out from the staff quarters--and almost immediately spots Roland, talking to Susan.

He tenses visibly, and takes a half step in their direction--and then stops himself.

He takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and then heads instead to the bar for coffee, and then to the couch by the fire, to wait.

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[declan-gunn.livejournal.com]

Declan Gunn in the bar. Obviously there to do some non-writing.

This time, he's not at the bar, but has picked a table and sat himself down. He has a bottle of elderberry wine, and a glass.


By all means, do bother him. The mun is watching Swedish crime movies, for heaven's sake!

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, with a half-full cup of coffee, a very large book of folklore, and a notebook in front of her. From the volume of notes scribbled both in the notebook and in the margins of the book, she's been there for a while.

She's probably due to be bothered. And probably won't even bite.