Two OOMs

[oneman_onevote]

Millitimed to the evening of Monday 25th July, directly after returning from the Oberon Doom.

Puck and Havelock by the lake, and then upstairs.

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

For the third day in a row, the front door of Milliways opens, revealing nothing but pitch black on the other side, until the miniature Hotaru Tomoe enters. She shuts the door behind her, revealing a shiny new bangle on her wrist when she pushes it shut, leaning into it. It's gold and set with little jewels - most prominently a medium-large reddish one in the middle.

"Whew."

She turns around, taking in the scenery of Milliways this evening. She's wearing all black, loose-fitting clothes, and has a knapsack in her hands. "Tadaima!" she calls out.

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[uncommongardenr.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

The lake door opens, and Mary Lennox steps into Milliways.

But this time, she isn't alone.

With her is a stocky boy of about twelve, with a round face and curly red hair. He wears rough, patched working clothes, and holds a battered, shapeless cap in one hand.

Dickon Sowerby looks around at Milliways with a wide-eyed, amazed expression.

"Eh!" he says quietly after a moment. "Well, if this ain't the queerest-lookin' place I ever set foot in."

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[river_meimei]

River has bubble tea, and a book. Wings of the Sparrow, by Jia Lir.

No red ink, this time, though she still frowns and mutters at the page in places.

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[aj_crawley]

Aziraphael isn't back yet. Even though it's Monday night. And Crowley should know - he spent much of last night fidgeting around their flat, and trying not to fret overmuch. Keep busy, sort of thing.

He kept dropping his tea.

Which would be why, on the grounds that his crockery has suffered enough, Crowley's managed (with considerable difficulty), to get himself back to the bar. He's currently sitting at said bar with more tea, scowling down at a pad and pen as he attempts to write... something. It's not going very well.

Fucking, fucking motor-skills.

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[valehero.livejournal.com]

Through the forests behind the bar comes a rumble, and moments later, a soot covered young blond adept makes his way up out from the trees. As he dusts off his shirt, he stops and looks around in search of something. "Hm, still no sign of any of them..." he says softly to himself. With that, he wanders through the doors of the bar and takes a seat in a booth by himself, taking a seat in thought.

Feel free to bug.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Coffee, cigarettes, couch. Book of traveler's tales in the Great Letters, again.

Alain's in the bar.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Millitimed to just after Celeste left, in the Dreaming

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[capt_angie]

*Theres a pop as Angelia apparates into the bar.

She heads to the bar and orders a Firewhiskey and some paradoxes. Come say hi. Or nick a paradoxe. Or something.*

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

A blue demon goddess can be currently found having a nighttime swim in the lake.

She is calmer now than she was before; the whispers of the plants around the lake have given her a small measure of comfort. There is life here, and it is not currently trying to destroy itself the way humans do. It is altogether more pleasant than conversing with those who have killed her kind, though if you do wish to converse with her, she might be a little tamer than usual.

Maybe.


[ooc: slowtiming because player needs sleep, though still feel free to tag her anyway, I'll be sure to come back and answer all.]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

In the House of Arch
Slowtimed.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

OOM: Steph saves Cass's life, plus, picture.

A purple-clad figure flips backwards through the Door and collides rather noisily with the floor, which is considerably more solid than she had expected water to be. Steph swears, loudly, and then drags herself to a sitting position and pulls the black mask off her face.

"I still had things to do out there!" she complains, to the air around her. "I only got a few minutes! That's not fair!" And then she smiles, a bit, just because.

Stephanie back in the bar. And, it's a Steph with considerably more bounce to her step than the one who left. Doing worthwhile things can make a girl feel like that.

[ooc: mun is sleepy, so may vanish shortly, but if you know Steph or noticed her absence or re-entry, feel free to tag anyway, and I will pick up in morning.]

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm is keeping his late hours as usual. He's back by the fireplace engrossed in a copy of Tobin's "Spirit Guide", a half-drunk glass of scotch sitting on the small table by his chair.

On his lap, under the tome, is his notebook, which is now covered with all kinds of notes and several diagrams and handwritten tables.

From time-to-time a small wrinkle appears between his eyes as he thinks hard about what he's reading.

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[book-moshi.livejournal.com]

Shepherd Book is in the bar, reading, and sipping tea this time.

Out Of Milliways

[prettymaids]

Losing Sanity (Backdated to. umm. whenever Del got fixed.)

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Fake People Don't Sleep. Tony asserts his reality. ]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: The conclusion to the Baudelaire visit. Sunday night.]

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[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

You might not have seen her, but there is a sleeping princess in that booth... no, not that one, the one in the corner. Entipy doesn't snore or anything, but feel free to wake her.

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[gonna_live]

There's an envelope left for Bernard with the Bar.

A really, really fat one.

And on top of the envelope's contents is a note.

( Hey there. )

Inside the envelope there are plans of the skyplex on the beautifully futuristic paper -- the interactive kind, where when you poke things with a stylus it enlarges or gives further details -- and a handwritten packet of notes on the building materials of the future, and on the power core of the Bentley X964 skyplex.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

There is quiet, for a time, when Gimli is away at Mount Etna studying smithcraft with Hephaestos.

This is not one of those times. Right now there is quite a lot of loose stone flying about, although this is all outside the bar and quite a ways off from the immediate area of the lake. Which is good, really.

Still, that's hungry work, so Gimli is putting in an appearance at the Bar proper to get some real breakfast before he does any further quarrywork.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night. He's back now, with a small backpack crammed full of books and a flashlight a State Trooper would envy jammed through his belt.

Someone should probably tell him he forgot to take the goggles off. They're pushed up on his head even though he's in his civvies and trying to read while eating breakfast (rarely a good idea).

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There's a Horta in the bar.

Naraht's at his regular table, fiddling with a Rubic's cube. Yes, he's finally gotten it modified so he can "see" the different colors. Well, more like feel the different colors. The usual stickers have been overlayed with different textures.

He's managed to finish it, but has mixed it up to do it again.

But he won't be annoyed if someone comes to talk with him.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace has had a good night.

And a good week, for that matter, but for different reasons.

Thus, she's terribly perky for this hour of the morning, as she sits at the Bar and munches on her favorite breakfast of cocoa, cinnamon toast and blueberries. She's missed the blueberries. They're out of season in London.

(ooc: Going to fetch kitten from kennel. Be back in an hourish. New posts welcome, slowtime also welcome. *flings loff an fleeeees* Back.)

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: In Thom's room, Alanna makes a difficult decision.]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Lavinia, July 27th, 2518]




[I can only claim credit for about 10% of this. The rest was written by the awesome John (no_prisoner-mun)]

Just a girl

[jun-the-swan.livejournal.com]

Jun, no last name, sits far from the fire in one of the booths. She's put her back to the wall, a leg on the seat and is taking notes on a Food Service and Hospitality magazine. Her dark hair sheens peacock green when it catches the light a certain way. She must use a lot of product because the ends of her hair flip out every which way in dagged layers. She wears a red T-shirt with dark blue sleeves and a big pink "3" on the chest. A wide, hard, white bracelet bands her left wrist. It could be ceramic or plastic. She's writing on napkins. Every once in a while she looks up from her reading and offers a smile to whomever she makes eye contact.

She's busy but open to conversation -- trying to cultivate an air of casual industry. One that anyone might feel comfortable interrupting. At least, she hopes so.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Returning to Ossus.]

She had made her way back to Milliways rather easily after the encounter with her father, throwing the duffel bag into a booth and shrugging off her cloak before taking a seat next to the bag. She plays with the hem of the sleeveless tunic in boredom until at one point, she feels Zekk wake up, knowing he’ll be down shortly.

Sure enough, the tall Jedi approaches the booth less than a standard half hour later, carrying two cups of caf and breakfast pastries. Jaina levitates the bags to the other side of the booth and then moves into the corner, allowing Zekk to take a seat next to her. He places the meal on the table, a tired smile on his face.

Went back?
Got our things.
Didn’t have to.
Wanted to.

Forearms brush together for a moment as they continue their silent form of communication.

Got the message?
Yep. From Jasa, not Jag.
Didn’t say it was.
Doesn’t matter; over him.
We’re not starting this again, are we?

Jaina glances up at Zekk for a moment, and then lets out a frustrated sigh, fingering her necklace as she studies the brown liquid in her mug. Two Joiner Jedi at a booth. Feel free to stare.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie woke up alone.

The Driveshaft ring is back on his finger.

And he's not at the piano.

Proceed with caution. Depressed bassist inna bar.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random.

In a booth.

Eating an apple.

Which he insists on slicing himself.

Perhaps basking in the fact that he can get the bar to give him actual cutlery (ulike some.)

Perhaps not.

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska's sitting on the floor in front of the fire again, books and paper spread out across the coffee table. She has a beer to hand and is writing something long and complicated, with many diagrams.

Magic is a complex study.

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[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

Lenny's disgruntled. He's spent the last few days investigating the grounds and the bar innards. Nothing seems to lead back out to the town of Pickax or into his mother's luncheonette.

So he sits at the bar, grumbling. Then he gets down off the stool and knocks on the sides of the bar, checking for hollow space.

None of this is right.


[ooc: leaving for a bit; all threads are hereby slow-timed or wrapped. If you wish, you may tag, but be warned it'll be slow going.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar. Every few minutes, she looks up from her coffee and crossword puzzle to scan the bar's occupants.

Feel free to distract.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There is a bored, bored mun in an office somewhere.

And thus, there is a gunslinger sitting at the bar with coffee.

Have at.


[ooc: in the event that the boss gives me something to do, sudden vanishment and/or distraction is likely. also, heading home around 3pm, CST.]

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[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: In a Neptune hospital room]

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo is sitting in the bar, munching on lunch. He's in a t-shirt and shorts, but this time he's got that blasted toy lightsaber sitting next to him in his booth. Oh, and he's reading. Feel free to bug him.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah's in the bar, still working on her bead and wire figure. It had started out as a dragon, but she decided that since she had a pair of hoof-beads, that she should instead make it a raven, and anyway, birds were easier to pattern than lizards were.

Currently she has two wings, to little taloned feet and part of a tail, she's working on the tail at the moment, but she's been working on it for a while, and could probably use a distraction, maybe some lunch.

(teh usual, bit of time while on lunch at work, no dawdling as I've been getting in trouble >,< Those who know me know what it is, otherwise, ask at your own risk lest you become an outlet for venting.
Any tags I miss I'll catch when I get home)

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[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor walks into the bar and smiles. He'd been hoping he'd be back here soon. He walks over to the bar, orders a milkshake and watches the universe explode.

Come say hi.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*See a Penny in a Bar
Talk to her
and be a star...

okay, not really but penny is at the bar in the bar, looking for company.*

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

In one corner of the bar, there is an item that looks rather like a treadmill. Zipping from one end to the other, correcting little pieces, is a rather exhuasted looking Bart.

"So... The connection from here to there is impinged by a flux in the pardoine well... but I think I can fix it with an inverse reverter, but no gaurentees. Dang."

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon.

In the bar.

Looking as though sleep is still a thing of the past. He even has coffee, although some kind soul introduced him to honey and milk therein. He's sprawled in a chair, staring across the room as though the secret to sleep rests somewhere outside the observation window, and trying to keep from dozing off.

Ten thousand spill blood onto red-colored beaches, Svava's chest bubbles and spills out onto his doublet, a flash of light destroys a clan, and people die, and die, and die as he is helpless to stop them, because he called the order, because this is war.

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[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

Joan's sitting by the fireplace with her book, Lamb, the Gospel According to Biff, Jesus's Childhood Pal once again.

She seems better, but she pauses her reading to glare balefully at what seems to be a lamp made from random objects.

The expression is definitely, 'What the hell was I thinking???'

Feel free to laugh or comment.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is in the bar. She has a datapad and is browsing it with a frown of concentration on her face. She wondered if maybe she'd splurged just a little too much. There was that new pair of boots, and all the Ras'lak. She didn't think it quite added up to that much. She frowned at the reading on the datapad and sighed.

Why not cheer up the mun who has had a horrid day come over for a chat?

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[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra comes though the door her hair a mess and looking rather tired. Something is wrong.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Michelle gave him her gun and the bar gave him cans. Tony steps outside with a bag full of empty cans, searching for a place to line them all up. There aren’t any fences around this place. He’ll have to make do with a rock. Placing the sack of cans next to a tree stump, he sits a can on the rock and walks some distance away. He turns, and lifts the gun. And aims. And shoots.

The can flies off the rock.

Tony grins.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri Forge stands in front of the viewport as Allie holds onto her fingers, standing quite wobbly. She's being taught to walk, which in hindsight, will probably be a bad idea, but it turns out the view of the exploding universe is more interesting.

Come and chat.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bartleby and Charlie talk.]

For the second time in his life-at-Milliways, Bartleby's leaving. This time is better planned than the last. His face is expressionless as he strokes the Bar. "Couple of letters, darling. Can you get them through?"

( Lord Golden )

( Bernard )

There're others he should leave letters for, but those are the only two that he's obligated to send. And if he writes any more letters, thinks about any more of the people he's leaving behind, he won't open the door.

So he just goes. The door yawns open for a moment into a dark alleyway, he takes a breath, and steps through.

World, meet Bartleby Grigori.

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam's inna bar. With a milkshake. And her cd player and The Shins.

Just like old times. Except, where she can leave and go home with Andrew and stuff.

Come by and chat!

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[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie wanders downstairs with Capi as usual, and heads towards the stable door.

He'd be willing to delay his ride if anyone wants to talk, though.

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting at a corner table, with a sword lying in front of him that he's in the process of polishing and sharpening.

It's a crudely-made thing, but obviously treasured and well-cared for. It used to be a regulation heavy cavalry sabre, as issued by the British army, and is still vaguely recognisable as such to anyone who knows what they're looking at.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, in a rather thoughtful mood, clad in her usual jeans and t-shirt for barmaiding.

She's pondering many things, but she's still in a good mood.

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

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

A number of enlightening conversations have put Illyria in a rather better state of mind than she was upon arrival. She has decided that she will set about acquiring friends, as an experiment. She has no real idea how to go about doing so, as her human shell was a bit of an introvert (living in a cave for several years will do that.)

Regardless, she's sitting at a table (or, rather, *on* a table, as it provides her with a better view, and reminds her of her old throne, which had been very high), and looking about for beings worthy of friendship.

Come introduce yourself.

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[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven sits with a glass of soda and a slice of pizza, just watching the various people come and go, not really paying much attention to the conversations around her. She's just enjoying watching people.

She wouldn't mind getting to know some more people.

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[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is in the bar. Still compulsed and absolutely sick of it.

She's already spoken to her dad and if she sees Tony she'll tell him but first she needs to find Jasin Natael.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar.

The mun is in the middle of writing a long non-RP post.

She wants her Deepest Sender back.

So all you get is Mel. In the bar. With breakfast.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's sitting in a booth, not really doing anything except being half asleep and watching people pass by.

Feel free to come over and give him something to do.

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere is at the piano, playing and singing. (Well, what did you think she was doing, sitting at the piano knitting? Which is not to say she's never done that, but she wouldn't do it in public...)*

Where have I been?
How did we change,
Caught in this strange
New music?
Say,
Was I away too long?
Just like that tune,
Simple and clear,
I've come to hear
New music.
Why, why can't you hear the song?

Her fingers stroke those keys,
And every note says "Please",
And every chord says "Turn my way."
I thought I knew
What love was but these lovers play...
New music!
Haunting me,
And somehow taunting me-
My love was never half as true.
And I ask myself,
Why can't I sing it too?
Her fingers stroke those keys,
And every note says "Please",
And every chord says "Turn my way."
I thought I knew
What love was
but these lovers play
New music!
Haunting me,
And somehow taunting me-
My love was
Never half as true.

You and your music
Singing deep in me,
Making nice to me,
Saying something so new-
Changing everything,
Meaning everything,
Calling my heart to you...
Play that melody,
Your sweet melody,
Calling my heart to you.
Just like that tune,
Simple and clear,
I've come to hear
New music-
Breaking my heart,
Op'ning a door,
Changing the world!
New music!
I'll
Hear it forevermore!

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[hellobugbite]

Hobbie's sitting in a booth, drinking Corellian brandy and having a go at reading through a very strange comic book about a boy and his living stuffed toy that the Bar'd given him when he asked for something to read.

"...running around nude. Huh."

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Narhat's back in the bar. And, hoooooo boy, is he one stuffed Horta. Been hard at work all day eating stones out of the cliff face for Gimli's forge.

He's sitting at his table, thinking deep thoughts. If asked, those thoughts are about Barry's past offer of a position with Security. Naraht finds the idea attractive, but has some reservations besides the fact that he has another job in his own universe.

If any artists want to paint a work called "Horta In Contemplation" here's your model. Or, if you don't have your paints with you, why don't you go bug him?

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion wanders down from his room, shadows beginning to form beneath his eyes. He blinks once, twice, and finally shakes his head as he steps off the final step before he trots over to the bar herself and orders himself up some tea and a bite to eat. It's nothing but brown bread and a bit of cheese, but he's always enjoyed the simple foods and it reminds him of his time on the road, something that makes him both less and more homesick. Beside the food appears yet another text of prophecy, but he turns away from it in favor of pulling out the bartender's guide. His brain's not quite up to insane chickenscratch for the moment...

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[navybabyseal.livejournal.com]

Shane walks into the bar wearing a purple shirt and pink jeans. Shane is pissed.

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander is in the bar, sitting on the floor by an armchair with a book. Whoa, a book! Actually, it is "The Hound of the Baskervilles," which Xander remembers having read at some point in middle school. It's much better the second time around.



[OOC: All people involved in the Circus: That plot is on. Feel free to bug Xander about it. He loves you, really.

ETA: And the mun is gone. Slowtime? Thanks I love you.]

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Since being told that the outside area was based on some place in Scotland, Goldilocks has been quite bemused by the number of blissfully hot and sunny days that she's experienced. She'd always thought of Scotland as having a rather poor climate, and while the humidity has often ranged between uncomfortable and intolerable, the invariable clemency just hasn't matched her preconceptions of Celtic weather. She can concede that the End of the Universe has the potential for quirky weather systems, but she secretly suspects that maybe Ace was just full of it.

There have been a few light rain showers today though—not drenching—just enough to keep the patio concrete one shade darker and a constant sheen of moisture on the meadow grass. The temperature is a little cooler than recently as well. Hence why Goldy is wearing a teal lace jacket over her black top and jeans when she returns to the bar through the back door.

One of those showers had put a sudden end to her late afternoon reading, forcing her back inside. She uses her fingers to comb the dampness from her hair as she heads for the couch, and orders a coffee from Tashka once she's settled in to finish the last few pages of the book.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

After this:

Tony enters the bar, his gun shoved into his waistband. He walks to the bar and asks for pen and paper. He writes.

( Letter to Bernard Wrangle )

As the letter disappears, Tony begins to search for Security.

[ ooc: Security only, please ]

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[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

After talking with Inyri and being asked to babysit, Gavin's now sitting in a booth, baby girl on his lap playing with a stuffed bantha he asked the bar for.

It's the second time this week he's been stuck with babysitting duties, but the pilot doesn't mind. Nah; he's rather fond of kids, even if it is Cracken's.

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[laughing-flower.livejournal.com]

"I say, Abbot chappie, that's not quite on, takin' a hare's tucker..." A bold voice complains as the door to Milliways opens once more.

There, at roughly knee-height, stands a hare. But not just any hare. A perilous fighting hare of the Salamandastron Long Patrol.

And she's hungry.

Honorable Rosie stands, gawping, in the doorway to Milliways, realizing that this is not the kitchens of Redwall Abbey.

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

Ryan sits at a table in the bar with a pack of guards.

No, not the trading card of yesterday but playing guards. He's playing solitaire.

After finding about 24 yesterday and Chris' conversation with Ramon he is not in a good mood.

Anyone want to make it worse?

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[clumsy_auror]

*And there's Tonks, seated in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, an Italian soda at her elbow, a book open on her knee.*

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack Jack bo-back banana-fana fo-fack mi my mo mack, Ja-ack.

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[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

hani + green tea + meat chips = contentment
piece of paper with Chinese characters + second piece of paper + pencil = productivity

Come talk to the contentedly productive (productively content) Chur!

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is in the bar for a few days. Just long enough to get some more of Seth's things, check on Charlie, work her bar shift. . .

She looks. . .well, she's looked better. There are dark circles under her eyes and maybe, just maybe she looks thinner than normal. But maybe that's not so puzzling since she probably did still have some weight left from her pregnancy, right? Or maybe she's just not been eating much lately.

Maybe, maybe she could use some cheering up.

Or, you know, you could try to get more gossip out of her regarding The Breakup.

At any rate, she's by the Observation Window.

Observing.

That is to say, carefully not looking over at a certain booth.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, watching the door again.

She looks a little tired, but not inclined to fall over anytime soon.

Sludge-coffee once again plays a vital role.

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[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is sorting through some paperwork. He is also keeping an eye on the patrons in the bar.

It seems to be a trend.

[ooc: Locked to Green!Jack and Sara]

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar.

Staring, with a bemused grin, at a half empty plate of watermelon.

Something about him seems to say 'I swear to God it was not my fault.'

And it wasn't. Not really.

Come say 'hello.'

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[valehero.livejournal.com]

Again, Isaac is found out in the forest area behind the bar. This time, however, he is actually standing on a floating piece of earth. Eyes closed, he seems to be focusing as much as he can to keep himself, or rather the earth he stands on, above the ground. His body seems to be shaking from the strain, and in a few moments, the large piece of earth, as well as the adept standing atop it, collapse to the ground with a loud crash.

He slowly sits up, catching his breath. Disheveled hair(though that seems to be the natural look for him) and now covered in dirt-stained clothes, he makes his way into the bar and across the pub, as he sees it to be, taking a seat at a booth by himself. Just where are they?, he thinks to himself.

Feel free to bug...

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[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

There is a woman in brown leather seated at one of the tables.

She has positioned her seat to have a good view of the painting to the House of Arch, and she looks to it casually, every so often.

She may, to the very trained eye, look faintly tense and uncomfortable.

Interrupt at will.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

A good book is a joy forever.

Or, at least, until you've finished it.

So Anne is savoring these last few pages of Great Expectations, and would welcome a distraction to keep it from ending too soon.

Have at (for an hour or so).

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down the stairs looking a little more serene than she perhaps has in a while.

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[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Someone seems to have figured out how to get cookies from Bar.

And so, to wit:

Rabbit, at a table, with a very, very large plate with a very, very large variety of cookies.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark, and handsome man is playing the piano. A beautiful, sad melody.

Come and see him. Just don't interrupt him while he is playing.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Caerleon, 2nd August, 496 - Morgan dreams]

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri sits at the bar, a glass of brandy sitting next to her. She looks...rather pissed. It may have something to do with her conversation with Hobbie.

It may be just because of that conversation. But she's there, staring at the glass of brandy. Very pissed.

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[milliways_sawyer]

There's a redneck in his booth. Have at him.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Ooh! A Bernard!

He wastes no time, and walks over to join his fiancée.*

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

This then is Astarael, seventh of the Bright Shiners. Her brother is visiting yet she has come here.

Faded tearful suicide eyes scan the room with silent, weeping consideration.

Roland and Astarael have small talk. Roland talks more than she does. Bwah! Someone who makes Roland carry the conversation! Er. Yes. Susan is relieved to know that Astarael isn't here on business, there is sympathetic silence. Harper gets afraid and thus angry. The font tags eat Madb's brain and reduce it to schmear. Read just for the pretty rainbows.

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote and Raven sit at a table together, slowly demolishing a large plate of nachos. She seems to like stealing all the jalapeños.

Raven beats her to one, and she snickers, slapping at his hand before searching out another. Raven's coat hangs from the back of his chair, and one of Coyote's leather jackets adorns her own chair back.

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the bar, ready to take orders.

Have at!

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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Despite rumours to the contrary, Tere is still at the piano, playing and sipping a martini. Though not simultaneously*

Living in the shadows,
Hiding from the sunlight,
Hiding from the one light that might help to guide you.
Hiding from tomorrow,
Hiding from the day,
Only brings a sorrow
That won't go away
Wand'ring in the darkness,
Living ev'ry midnight,
Doesn't ever rid night of nightmares as love might.
Life is full of dangers,
Strangers ev'ry turn.
Living in the shadows,
That's no way to learn...
The more you learn,
The more you seek,
The more you find,
The more you care,
The more the world is kind.
One thing I can tell you:
Life should be your lover,
Help you to discover your reason for being.
Soon you will be seeing
What you're all about.
Living in the shadows,
You'll never find out.
Living in the shadows
I'll never find out...

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava, down in the bar. She's curled up on one of the chairs by the fireplace, presumable to work on things in a notebook, but she's watching the flames with a pensive frown.

(In other times, she'd be watching out through Observation Windows, but ever since coming back to Milliways she's not cared much for them.)

She's thinking about quite a lot of unpleasant things, unfortunately.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is sitting in a chair near the piano reading. He is channeling a very small amount continuesly, but must wouldn't be able to notice anyways.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Ever seen a dwarf wrestling with block and tackle equipment, a single low-slung cart, and a lot of sizable blocks of stone all by himself?

Well, now you have. And what's more, the dwarf seems to be winning.

Fortunately, this is taking place out back, or the mortar he's using as the stones are manoeuvred into place would cause a bloody mess all over the bar. As it stands, it's still a mess, but it's an outside mess.

Come say hi!

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[runawaygoddess.livejournal.com]

The bar has been having an influx of young girls lately.

So what's one more fourteen-year-old girl stepping through the door and peering around? Especially since she seems quite calm about the whole thing, if a little surprised to find herself here.

Millie looks around the bar, and rather hopes nobody here worships Asheth.

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[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

The door, as it tends to do, swings open, showing a dark, sppoky, and very stormy forest. Also, a bedraggled, scraped-up, and very soaking Sonia Belmont. She appears to have just gotten out of combat.

She stares into the bar for a moment, then stows her whip and sighs in relief, muttering, "ain't nobody sane out t'night, anyway."

A quick trip to the bathroom gets her reasonably cleaned up, and then she settles herself by the fireplace to dry off.

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[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Here's a sight you haven't seen in a while.

A harper -- this particular harper, anyway -- sitting in the bar, dark eyes clear and bright, playing something soft and soothing...and intricate, of course.

He might be improvising. Sometimes Gwion likes to show off.

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[not-speedy.livejournal.com]

Roy Harper is back in the bar. And there's a note. Dun dun dun.

He sighs heavily as he reads it twice before folding it up and putting it in the pocket of his worn jeans. He drums his fingers on the table in front of him and will probably stay like that until someone else wanders over.

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[latino_menace]

DOOM! After a nice day yesterday (which ended very well), Ramon managed to somehow get into this conversation...which produced some rather startling news for him. In an unusual show of freaking out trust, he actually told someone about it...before making up his mind that if he's going down, he's taking certain people with him.

So, please excuse his terrible mood, the way he's still pretty white and the self-inlicted teeth-shaped marks on his knuckles...it's been a rough week for him.

And no jokes about cutlery please. ;)

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar. He finishes the ship in a bottle, pulling the strings to lift the sails up from inside, then tucking them into the cork. He cuts the strings, accidentally catching his finger. A drop of blood oozes from it, and he sucks it.
And now he has no distraction, nothing to stop him from thinking. He watches the cut on his finger.
It won't heal for ages. This place screws up my body.
It screws up your mind.
I can get through being Bound again. I got out last time.
Liar! It nearly destroyed you. You were losing it.
It's just a case of waiting. It's not like things are going to be easy when I get out. I don't mind being here for a bit.
But you do. You can't escape from your home problems here. This place will get you. THis place will destroy you, like it would have done last time. No flamingo to protect you. No flamingo to help destroy you. Only your own mind to destroy you.
Come distract him. Thinking too much is seriously counterproductive.

Brooding Jedi in the Bar

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin is sitting in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. In front of him is an untouched drink and he's laying back in the seat staring out across the people in the bar. His eyes look full of conflicted thoughts and his arms are crossed on his chest....

Won't you please come distract him?

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

Smeagol wanders in from outside and gets a milkshake. Point of interest - the harder he works, the less insecure he feels afterwards, and today he's sitting at his table instead of under it.

He does look a bit troubled, but surely it's nothing a milkshake can't fix.

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

After sleeping the day away, Andres is awake and ready for an evening in the bar.
Come see him, he's finally gotten caught up after three sleepless nights, and is probably in a decent mood once more.
He is also catching up after several days of not eating. This was not intentional, he swears.

Come visit. He would appreciate company.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is in the bar, at an entirely different booth from other nights. There is an untouched drink in front of her. She's staring at it, debating between getting wasted and attempting to forget the incident of the other night and remaining fully alert and aware. She's looking rather stressed, to the degree that it's a good thing there isn't any form of edged weapon near her.

Come talk?*

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom ambles into the bar and pulls up a chair at a table. He looks expectant.*

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[undignified]

It's a Wes, at the bar, finishing off that helmet.
don't think can't think won't think
Yellow check pattern's almost done, since he painted most of it the other night. Just a few panels left.
gotta try and keep life simple
Still not his helmet though.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah hasn't left the bar since lunch, honestly, it's a question as to whether she actually had lunch.

She's still sitting at the same table, working on the same bead and wire crow, brow furrowed, figuring out how to attach the wings to the body without unbalancing it. The legs were easy, as was the tail, but the wings are giving her trouble.

Maybe someone should distract her before she hurts herself.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*There is a lonely boy sitting in one corner of the bar. He's got a beer in hand, for the first time in a long time. Tims not much of a drinker, but lately... He's been considering it. That same beer has been sitting in front of him for an hour, but it's a cold cup, so it should still be good. Come cheer up the dour Tim. With his new icons!*

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[vampirehunterd-.livejournal.com]

If you glance over by the fireplace, you'll see a wide-brimmed hat turned toward the firelight, away from the rest of the bar.

Come closer and you might see the man, whose pale hair is now streaked dark brown, looking pensive. He still has the boots, but is dressed in casual Armani, a long striped scarf, and a necklace with a large, blue-stoned pendant. It somehow works with the hat. And the sword, for once, is gone.

He is idly fingering a small, simple equal-armed cross. It looks very old.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's at a table, reading. The Hive Queen to be exact. She has a music player on the table, and she's bopping along to the music. The serious expression on her face rather flies in the face of the singing and bouncing in the chair. Only Val.

Oh, I. I got a funny feeling when he walked
In the room and I,
As I recall it ended much too soon.

Oh, what a night.
Why'd it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right.
What a man, oh, what a night!

Oh, what a night,
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing me.
He was everything I dreamed he'd be.
Sweet surrender, what a night!

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[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton's at the piano, slowly getting the hang of chords.

Something resembling a 'melody' is beginning to form, as well.

But a story would help.

Masterharper available- have at!

[ooc: edit/summary- The Masterharper and the Forsaken Bard talk. Asmodean succeeds in scaring the harper to death. Zedd and Robinton discuss the availability of music, and Liz Imbrie stops by for *cough*slowtime*cough* more examination of the harper's hands.]

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[mnt_raph]

*Bar. Beer. Badge. Um...Raph.
So much for alliteration.*

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[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

[ OOC: Millitimed to a few hours after this. ]

When life deals you a long and exhausting talk, there are a few logical ways to react to it. Most involve unwinding in some way, or distracting yourself in some way. Dick has chosen to go the most effective way: that being getting utterly and thoroughly trashed, so he didn't have to think about it.

He's well on his way to that already, sitting at the bar with a few empty glances in front of him. Not that it's hard to get -him- drunk. Give him a few shots and he's a goner. Well, he's a goner.

This will most likely prove to be entertaining, if he's approached.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is at a table with his model of what might or might not be a skyplex. Or could be, if you have a good imagination. Or if you're Roland.

There are scattered plastic cowboys and Indians lying around.

Also, a carafe of coffee, and a Tet Corporation mug.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

While KARR heads down the stiars in human form, it's only a few moments before he becomes a car again. His scanner moves in a slow, idle fashion as he begins to drive, almost seeming bored as he begins to poke around the bar.

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[gonna_live]

Looks like Bernard's not the only one with plans for the Bentley model X964 skyplex.

Kaylee's poking at them, too...only halfheartedly.

There are also strawberries, you see.

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[prydeful]

OOM: It's just an object. It doesn't mean what you think it means.

There was more, then the mun realized she was Totally Out of It and Drugged, and probably shouldn't be trying an entrance post, especially involving the Swedish Chef.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes in from the staff quarters.

White tea, from the bar, and dinner -- lamb curry, via the 'Give me something I'd like but haven't had, please, Bar' principle. He settles down at a table.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom reflects on secrets he's never spoken of. HBP SPOILER WARNING.

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[agirllost]

Kim's in a booth and she's reading The Science of Takedowns, Throws and Grappling for Self-Defense. Most of it is a refresher, but she can feel herself becoming more confident and less afraid as she works to remember her training and her outside the job training.

She's also drinking a milkshake as she tries to pay attention to the concepts of the book. But feel free to bother her.

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[k_in_black]

Agent K is back in Milliways. He didn't plan it, but what the hell, they never seem to run out of bourbon here.

He's grabbed one of the booths, aforesaid bourbon near at hand, while he fieldstrips a strange metallic, cylindrical object with a clear crystal at one end, and some interesting dials and buttons.

Hard to say if he's in a *good* mood, but he doesn't seem to be in a *bad* one either.

So, please, feel free to bother.

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[heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com]

Marrow at the bar. Glass of milk. Looks bored.

Talk to her? That just could be a smile on her face!

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is still sitting in his favourite place, sword on the table in front of him. It used to be a regulation heavy cavalry sabre, and is still recognisable as such to anyone who knows 19th-century weaponry, but has been... customised.

He's bored, and kind of lonely. He misses Harper.

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[velocitygirl]

( A Note for Hobbie )

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

A more sombre than is usual Mercutio is in the bar. Sitting at a table, to be precise, slumped over it, with a sprig of rosemary in one hand. He's staring absently at the rosemary.

He won't tell you what's wrong. Talk to him anyway.

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[sai_delgado]

She's made some progress on the braidwork that'll eventually become a floppy purple hat, but not as much as she'd like, mayhap. She's been a little distracted, say true.

Therefore, it's no real surprise to find Susan on the couch by the fireplace, plaiting the straw coil once more, a contented smile on her face.

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[prettymaids]

*Dru comes down the stairs wearing a skimpy little babydoll nightie, swaying and dancing to the music of the stars in her head. She's humming aswell, and it sounds like a cross between the wedding march and the funeral march.

She heads to the bar, weaving her way between tables and chairs on the way, not bothering who she bumps into in the process.*

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[simon_doctor]

The door slides open, and in walks Simon. He seems to be looking for someone.

Oh hey, there she is.

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[steadfastknight]

Kitt entered slowly, walking - and for once, seeming prepared.

He'd been prepared for every door-opening since the decision. He, Bonnie, and Karr.

In a way it was a comfort. He knew that with a shift of shape, he'd be safe. And in this situation especially, he didn't care to risk his partner. And he knew that, in coming to the bar, he'd soon be in New York. Somehow, it was easier knowing that now than it had been before.

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[slayer_fray]

(OOM: Mel leaves a note for all of Security)

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[truly-royal.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

Sara is pleased to see the door to Milliways again. She steps into the bar a second time, looking a great deal happier and well-fed then the last time she was here. Her clothes are still ragged and pathetic and her eyes are as big and hollow as ever, but she is smiling, and there is a flush of color in her cheeks. She looks about expectantly for people she knows.

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch, legs crossed, is floating over by the observation window, drinking tea.

Only talk to her if you're okay with a mouthful. Or if you're not expecting one and are willing to risk the chance.

First post.

[krestohmansee.livejournal.com]

Normally, when Christopher Chant ends up in a strange place, he meant to get there. But this doesn't seem to be one of the Anywheres, and Christopher isn't dreaming.

He rearranges his (already perfect) shirt cuffs as he glances around the bar with that vague look on his face.