(no subject)

[fearless-ferret.livejournal.com]

Ron, clad in his pajamas, throws open the front door and blinks.

"Okay, as much as I like this place, my closet is not a good place to put a bar."

(no subject)

[apureparagon.livejournal.com]

The door to the lake flew open, and a burly man came bursting in , a dead fawn throw over his shoulder. Its head was crushed in, most likely by the club the man had made himself, which he was carrying in his other hand. There were leaves in his hair, and he had the unwashed, smelly, rumpled look of someone that's spent several nights in the woods, hunting.

At the top of his lungs, he sang in a booming voice:

I am the best! The very best!
And if you think it untrue,
I'll knock your teeth out, too
just like I've done with all the rest!

It's all about me!
If the thought of it brings you grief,
I'll take my fists to your teeth,
Can't you see?

Can't you seeeee!

"Ahaha!"

Bring out the beer! Let's cook this meat!
We'll all sit down and eat!
And of course, of course it's all free,
because tonight, it's all on meeee!

Then rested his bloody club against a chair, dumped the carcass on a table, took out his hunting knife and started to skin it.

Come...um, watch? If you have a strong stomach?

[OOC: The Misogynist Disney-pup has left the building folks! Thanks for RPing--it rawked XD. {passes out}]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ After this... ]

Quickly, Tony orders a pen and paper from the bar and writes a letter to ( Michelle Dessler )

And with that, he heads out the door with the rest of the team.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Angelina comes down the stairs, once again with her broom and her broomstick servicing kit. She gets a butterbeer and some paradoxes from the bar and then goes to a booth. The drink and fried goodies remain untouched as she gets out the handle polish and starts polishing her broom.*

[ooc: I'm currently being used as a pillow by my three week old niece so replys may be slow and I could dissapear at any given moment if she wakes up. Baby is gone but mun is still here. Have at it folks!*

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, with a cup of coffee, a thick book of folklore, and a notebook. Seems to be a common theme with her, these days. Her mind isn't entirely on the book - she looks up every few minutes, gaze sweeping the bar. She may or may not actually be looking for anything in particular.

Feel free to bother the X5.

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: And with violent actions, the unforseeable end begins...]

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is flopped on one of the couches in front of the fireplace, staring into space with a pensive expression on his face.

And then he gets bored with whatever he was thinking about, and pulls out his set of lockpicks. He files dented sides, and considers where he could get a good set for the hands of a small girl.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways - The Good-Mind]

As evening bleeds into dusk, the door to the bar opens, and Crowley drifts in.

He has his sunglasses back, and his walking, from what can be seen, has improved dramatically, even since yesterday.

The grin curving his mouth, as he seats himself at his usual table, is quite probably unconscious.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Way, Way, Way OOM: The Academy, Part 3

And if you missed them:

Part 1 (Icons here are out of date)

Part 2]

oom: insiders begins

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

( OOM: All good things must meet its fate. )

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph, back in normal clothes, comes soaring downstairs on her skaterug and swoops up into the rafters, where she proceeds to dart in and out of the beams as if they're her own personal obstacle course. Object, clearly, being to not fall off. She's getting better at that, slowly.

Come interrupt her, or come play with her, she doesn't mind which.

(no subject)

[gabriel_tam]

[OOM: Ten days after it started, the interrogation of Gabriel Tam comes to an end.]

(no subject)

[agirllost]

[OOM: Upstairs in Kim's room, Something's Gotta Give. Kim and Chase talk and make some progress]

(no subject)

[book-moshi.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Millitimed to Monday night after this, Shepherd Book reflects.]

(no subject)

[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

Shiny Happy princess in a booth... asleep.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*With the excitement of the previous evening, Tom had forgotten to send the owl with invitations to Nymphadora's bachelorette party.

Fleur had made the arrangements for him.

He had a bad feeling about this.

A very bad feeling.

In any case, the House of Arch owl delivers the following invitations addressed to Lilly, Kitty, Ophelia, Faith, and Susan Delgado: (and whomever else the mun forgot as it is early and the chat didn't save right)

Please join us for the bachelorette soiree for Nymphadora Tonks this Friday at 8:00 PM. We'll meet at Milliways and from there we'll escort you to a cabaret in the Wizarding world.

*Tom can't make himself actually write the name of said cabaret: The Witch's Tit. Fleur insisted it was a fine establishment.

Did he mention the bad feeling he had about this?

He places one on Door's vanity table, hoping she might come as well.*

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Crowley's up by the bar again, deep in negotiations. And not with a tender. Snatches of this seemingly one-sided conversation can be heard, and seem to include such fragments as 'drinks specials', 'sort of like a... dumb-waiter style thing', and 'my tab'.

Eventually, two sets of keys appear on the bar, and Crowley scoops one into his pocket, leaving the other set to be collected by one Lilly Kane.

Then, after a few minutes spent with pen and paper, he wanders over to the notice board, and pins up a sheet of paper, just underneath the wedding notice.

ATTN: ALL
FURTHER TO THE WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT
OF OUR DEAR HEAD BARMAN
BERNARD MICKEY WRANGLE, ESQ.
I AM PLEASED TO INVITE YOU ALL
TO A SMALL CELEBRATION IN HONOUR
OF HIS LAST DAYS AS A BACHELOR

STAG NIGHT
FRIDAY 5TH AUGUST, EARTH-RECKONING
9PM 'TIL LATE, ROOM 97

ALL WELCOME
ALL DRINKS ARE FREE
'NO' MINORS ALLOWED

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon. Possibly never been happier. Revenge makes him smile, y'see...

Everybody welcome to bother him. He's pretty entertaining when he's in this good a mood.

In the stables

[the_seafarer]

Once upon a time, there was a boy king, who fought for his country and its people, explored to the very edge of the world, married a lovely and wise daughter of a star, and died of a broken heart.

Now, he whistles as he works in the cool morning, currying the horses as they nicker softly and eat contentedly, swishing their tails. He doesn't mind not being a king anymore, but his mind is not quite on his job this morning, perhaps.

Caspian inna stable. Come chat.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

There's a lanky man on the sofa, his feet up and hanging over one of the arms.

He's idly tuning a guitar, strung across his lap.

But it's mostly make-work.

Come start a conversation, or ask for a song.

He'll give you both, if you like.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim.

In Bar.

Feeling bored.*

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

There was no sign of Claire last night. Charlie's still got Richard's token to get himself to New Orleans, but he'll give her a few more hours before he becomes Paranoid Worrying Guy.

Meantime, guitar on knee and music rippling from his fingers, and he watches the front door for a small blonde.


[ooc: mun must skedaddle at 1:30 MST.]

Out of Milliways

[slayer_fray]

Millitimed to last night, after Lilly's welcome home:

(Murderers, evil superdrains and Reese Wetherspoon: the girls catch up)

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

There's a very grey person, curled up in a booth.

Random'd gained back a bit of what he lost, but this morning he looks downright frail.

Too much magic spent will do that to a person.

He really should eat something, instead of just smoking a cigarette. Why not be the one to remind him of that?

[ooc: edit- Random gives Aeryn fashion advice. He argues with and casts cards for one very annoyed Horta. He and the Doctor discuss cigarettes and humanoid colour tendancies.]

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was a day of much work, and of some very peculiar learning (by the standards of most of Durin's folk, anyway). There will be more work today, since the smithy's not yet finished, but it will come later. For now there is a dwarf in the Bar in search of breakfast, and possibly a place to go over his plans again.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters.

He still looks as though he hasn't slept.

In which Mel offers Arithon meditation techniques, and Moiraine and Arithon talk. A lot. Without overt hostility.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

There is a Sara working on a list. An unusual list, if the bemused expression on her face is anything to go by.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter. Tea. Booth.

Looking thoughtful. Think, Peter, think!

(no subject)

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

Kassandra is hungry. It's the first time she can remember hunger, and she goes downstairs and sits at the bar and finds grilled fish, a green salad, and a glass of watered wine. It looks familiar enough to eat.

After a moment she considers the plate of food, and the surface of the bar. On the polished wood she sets a small, time-blackened piece of silver, maybe an earring, maybe the seal of a Hittite king.

She eats, slowly, when she recalls that food should be hot when you eat it -- or cold, the green leaves and oil and vinegar should be cold -- or that she is hungry.

She will speak, if anyone approaches her.

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian won't bite, today.

She's actually sitting on the couch looking rather satisfied.

Things have improved. They've got marginally more space, some segment of a plan, Lilly's back and okay, and a certain set of papers and books are safely locked in a rather large ... well, safe, for a bad choice of words.

There's a key around her neck.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*After Morgan leaves, Adam's wandering about the bar. Coffee in hand, he's got a fairly peaceful look to him.*

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[Upstairs, last night.]

*Andrew's sitting at a table with a grilled cheese sandwich, a bowl of fried paradoxes, a root beer, and a somewhat pensive expression.*

*Feel free to come distract him. Maybe he'll offer you a paradox or two.*

(no subject)

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

It's raining again in Gotham so Jason Todd goes back to Milliways.

Never sleeping in the same place twice has been working in some ways but really not working at all. He might be coming down with something. Damnit. He wearily asks the bar for a towel and wanders of towards a booth after drying off somewhat.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is out in the stables, preparing Mithros for his daily exercise.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is in the bar with a Doberman puppy for which the mun does not yet have an icon.

The dog's name is now Danny.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

It's a happy and cheerful Mel who's sitting at the bar making her way through a wealth of pancakes.

Lilly's back. Harth's not being that worrying. And no part of her suite has tried to eat her in nearly twenty four hours.

It could be worse.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is in the bar. Of course it's hard to tell, considering the mammoth plate of chicken is hiding her face.

Why not slip into the bar and bug the mun who couldn't be bothered with a large entry post ask her why the frell she is accompanied by ten pounds of chicken?

[OOC: Mun should be on for several hours, maybe even longer.]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth, making something with lots of bits of wire and technical looking bits and bobs.
It's a kid's kit, and he's struggling.
Come bug him.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

There is a dead girl in the bar, and she is not naked,  The security people should notice this immediately and leave her alone. 

little sequined corset with fishets and tap shoes counts as not naked...

Reprimand if you must, but she isn't naked

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith.

Rare steak and french fries, both liberally coated in A1.

Caffeinated beverage of the 'Cold, carbonated and dark brown in color' kind.

Security badge pinned to shirt.

So very botherable.

Summary in Post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason's at the Bar. Eating French toast.

There is an art to making good French toast. The best French toast in the world can be found at the Peppermill in Las Vegas. Although if there were ever a French toast that could touch the Peppermill's...it would come from Milliways.

For this reason, Jason is very, very happy.

Come say hello...just stay away from the French toast.


[Summary: Jason and Garion discuss Gar's grandfather, hunting, and Max's possible shift. Allison comes by and they have a little heart-to-heart. He learns of the puppy she and House are getting. Jason finally meets House. Shaky at first, but once on the subject of his puppy, they seem to get on well.]

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is at the bar.
Raph is watching the door.
Raph has a note for someone who'd better show up sooner rather than later, if he knows what's good for him.*

(no subject)

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April comes downstairs. She's been up in her room. One night for her, a couple months to the rest of the bar.

When she finds out, she's NOT going to be happy. In the meantime, she's smiling and sitting on a couch with a mug of apple tea, hoping to see Roger. She doesn't know he's gone either.

Whoopee.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's sitting at the viewport, in an armchair, Allie at her feet.

In her hands is a cup of tea. Red tea. She's become addicted no thanks to Val.

Come and chat and wipe that sad, deadish look off her face.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

[OOM: What once was, now is not.]

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is sitting in a quiet corner of the bar, working on something very carefully and precisely with needle and colored thread on soft yellow fabric.

She has a glass of iced tea beside her, and she hasn't eaten in a while, because she's far too immersed in her work. She'll figure out how hungry she is sooner or later.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Lady Tere is at the piano. Playing chopsticks. What does this mean?*

(no subject)

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*Willow walk downstairs quietly, still not trusting anything that's happened*

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Fire in the eyes, numbness in the soul. Heavy steps carry one into the bar whose face has been seen many times, but never like this. He stares at the place blankly, as if he truly knows not what to do with it.

But that's not quite true, is it? Something... -something- deep inside of him knows exactly what to do with it. No! Don't... I can't... not here! But this part of him is not heard anymore, this part of him is not under control. Therefore, all attempts that are made to leave are ignored.

After a long moment of analyzation, steps carry this seemingly now soulless being to a booth.

And he sits, and he waits. Because all he is now is base instinct, and all of it is telling him that father will know what to do.

[ OOC: Free tagging for members of the plot only, please. But! If you are outside the plot, and want to step in or tag, just IM me first. charliebredwood ]

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack at a table. He has new shiny on his hand. Yay shiny!

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Gil is in the bar, reading. Every so often, he looks down at his left hand and grins.

The entomologist is cheerful. Fear.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton's in an armchair.

One hand, yet another leaf of music. 'Greensleaves' this time.

Other hand, a glass of a truly exquisite wine. Benden, of course. Though how the bar got hold of it, he's not entirely sure.

Nor, one may note, is he complaining.

(no subject)

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

Fred inna bar! Next to a basket of merchandise! Drinking firewhisky and blowing smoke rings into the air!

Come on over, if you're feeling adventurous.

(no subject)

[captain-falafel.livejournal.com]

Holy hell, Sayid inna bar.

Mir must've lost her mind.

Again.

More so than usual.

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra is back, acutly, she's been back for a while, but she's been hiding. Real life had gone sour and she was hiding. A soul like Petra's cannot stay cramped up forever though, so she is back at the bar proper, looking only slightly worse for the wear.

(no subject)

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny is not exactly happy, yet, but she looks better than she has in a long time as she climbs up into a booth and sets her crayons and paper in front of her.

And begins to make Art.

(no subject)

[safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com]

Cassie comes down the stairs, scanning the area from habit. Bar, door, tables, seats, booths, usual assortment of patrons, nothing dangerous. She heads on over towards the Bar ...

...wait, door?

"I knew it!" Abandoning her plans, she jumps into the air and swoops over the obstacles between her and the door. It may or may not slam behind her as she leaves.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

There is Shelley in an armchair with a mug of hot chocolate.

She looks pale and carries a slightly haunted expression, but otherwise she seems all right. Come and distract her, she will be intensely grateful even if there is little success.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims at the Bar.

Thats all really. He seems rather bored. But he's still watching the place like always. He really wishes he could put out a sign.*

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado walks into the room from the staff hallway and heads to the bar, carrying a note that she seems surprised to have. She's not used to herself receiving letters by owl, say true, although she's heard of such things.

She takes it to the bar and sets it down, soon receiving a version she can read in return. Susan beams, and heads off toward the couch by the fireplace, note and hot chocolate both in hand now, along with a handful of peanuts that she's put in her jeans-pocket.

An observant person might notice a tiny elephant's trunk poking out of the pocket of her shirt, mayhap in search of those peanuts.

(no subject)

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

Venus is perched at the bar being thoughtful. Sad and thoughtful.

She misses her friends.

Exit post

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht stands before the Door. He's managed to cut enough blocks for Gimli to finish the walls of his forge. And he desperately needs to go back home. To the Enterprise. To where he knows how to deal with things. He needs to think things through in a place where he's comfortable. He's not sure when Milliways will bring him back. Or even if he wants to come back (or if Milliways will let him come back).

Maybe just one more time. If he can't resolve things, he at least needs to tell his friends goodbye. And there are people here he will miss terribly.

Naraht moves forward. The Door slides open and he is gone.

((OOC: Don't worry, he will be back. But the mun has familial obligations this weekend. See you Monday.)

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

There is a Castillian in the bar. He is currently lounging on a sofa with a book and tea. There is a dish of flan sitting forgotten, on a table next to him.

He would welcome company of most any sort.
Especially by the name of Salazar, but if you are Salazar, you will most certainly want to stay away.

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes. In a booth. With...an acoustic guitar.
Mun still dead from meta.
He only got it yesterday, and whatever notes he's trying to play, he's not playing them very well.

But he's definitely being careful with his not-good playing.

That's something, right?

[ooc: mun apologises in advance for her knowledge -- lack thereof -- of guitars and the playing of them.]

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine glides down the stairs from the guest rooms and goes to her usual table.

There she takes a seat, and opens a well-marked poetry anthology. As she studies, it is apparent that the Aes Sedai is also observing the room very carefully.

(no subject)

[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

Hunter is once more downstairs, still watchful, though less of her concentration is turned toward the House of Arch painting.

She has the spear with her, today, and keeps it near to hand.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sitting on a couch reading poetry. The poetry of Edgar Allen Poe for the nosy, or omniscient in the bar. He seems to be reading it silently to himself.

Come bother him. He's not nearly as fussy about his poetry as he is about his music.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*After posting a notice and two notes in the security office, Alanna exits the staff quarters and hops up on a bar stool. She orders a coffee and watches the crowd thoughtfully.*

Late Happy Hour!

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Vaguely and mysteriously, Tony returned to Milliways. He went upstairs to change into something more presentable, then returned, immediately fixing himself a cup of coffee as he prepared for his shift. Looking around the bar for a moment, he then turns to write the specials on the board:

Today's Specials:
Bernardete
Nitro
Caffine attack
Wedding Anniversary

Then, turning to the bar at large he asks, "What can I get you?"

[ ooc: tag away, but mun is busy with plotting and will be somewhat distracted. *is a multitasker* ]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is in a booth not far from the bar.

He has a small wooden box containing a jade pendant shaped like an eagle. He's not looking at it, at the moment, and the box is shut; instead, he's reading a book, and drinking coffee.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel's in the rafters again, twisting around in one handed loops. and cartwheels.

The girl's bored again. Distract her.

(no subject)

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Milliways' front door slowly opens. As it slides around its hinges, a few inches at a time, it reveals on its front side the little hands of Hotaru Tomoe. She pushes against it, then steps through. Man, it's been getting harder and harder to open this door. Does it need oil?

She brightly scans the room for familiar faces. She's wearing her knapsack again, and a little red dress printed with strawberries.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, at a booth, still playing with the contraption he was making earlier. With all of its beautifully coloured wires in place, he decides to try for a test run. He puts the batteries in and switches on the power. There is a small bang, which makes him jump, and a tiny poof of smoke, possibly just the radio's way of saying 'I've been put together by an idiot'. He stares at it, switches it off again and looks at the diagram.

Following Barry's suggestion earlier there is also a sign on the table that says 'The doctor is in'. Don't be fooled by the exploding contraption in front of him. Medically he's competant, he just doesn't do electronics.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire tells Boone about breaking up with Sawyer.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters, looking better. Not good, but as though he's had a couple hours of sleep.

He has.

So he settles down at a table, rests one foot on another chair, and begins to tune his lyranthe.

Yes, he has things to play.

Euterpe introduces herself, and there is music. Hotaru finds out about Arithon's ever growing project (and gets moved to the top of the list: eight year old girls are scary). Bianca shows up, and then finds out just how long Arithon was gone. There is schmoop.

(no subject)

[hidslikeachild.livejournal.com]

After a long absence there is now Tabitha in the bar.

She is grinning, and without her pet zinia, doodling on a napkin in a couch by the fire.

Company. . .would be nice.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's sitting at a table, writing. There are a good many books strewn around her, every so often looking something up in one or the other of them. Feel free to harass. She's not even really doing anything of any importance.

(no subject)

[sheila-nagig.livejournal.com]

There's a Sheila walking in through the front door, smart but casual, looking as though she's looking for someone.

When she doesn't see him right away, she shrugs and heads to the bar, and orders a Guinness, slipping onto a stool and sipping on it.

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor inna bar.

He watches the universe explode, thinking. After a few minutes, he murmurs to the bar, "Could I have a room key? I think I'd like to stay here for a few days. And have a place to keep stuff I probably shouldn't have back home." He imagines being able to keep weapons and books on the supernatural without having to worry about his friends and family finding out.

A key appears, and Connor picks it up. "Thanks." He trails his fingers along the surface of the bar. "You're pretty cool."

He goes back to watching the universe explode. He'd welcome company.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Ascension of Swords - An exploration in character development and Tarot. Gorlim escapes a prison in dreams by altering his cards.

And then he wakes up.

Come bother him. He needs to be dragged back to the bar.]

(no subject)

[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

*The front door opens.

And a teacher walks in and up to the bar.

Scowling.*

Summer ale. Tankard.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads through the front door and hops into a seat at the bar, her hair tied up and off her neck.

After a moment's hesitation, she orders an iced coffee. It's unpleasantly hot, in Paris.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

C'est un Roland.

Roland est faim.

Roland obtenirai le diner.

Roland mange le diner a un table.

Je n'aime pas les accents.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Out of Milliways:

Ishamael and Shelley travel to the next Portal Stone in M'Jinn.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert's in the bar. The usual deal: entry from the staff hallway, a stop at the bar for coffee, and then off to the usual couch.

While he's at the bar, he reads the notice about Bernard's bachelor party, and grins.

(no subject)

[fuchur-dragon.livejournal.com]

There is a large white creature like slow lightning circling over the lake, humming softly to himself in a beautiful voice like a huge bronze bell.

Falkor the luckdragon is happy.

If he sees you turning up on the shore and waving to him, he's quite likely to land and say hello

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

OOM: Ingress with Tom and Door in the House of Arch (Millitimed to last night)

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is sitting on one of the lawn chairs outside, in his garden.

All the day's work is done.

He has put up his feet, is drinking coffee, and is idly watching the large white creature circling over the lake.

As the day isn't exactly hot, he wearing a brown plaid flannel shirt tha's clearly seen better days. He seems very pensive.

It might be a good idea to shake him out of it.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Naraht cut an amazing number of blocks today. The forge walls will be done as soon as hands or magic can place them all.

Gimli's working on that.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is sitting at a table, a half-empty cup of coffee rapidly cooling in front of her. She's sketching today, not reading, the sketch pad propped up on one knee. She seems completely absorbed in what she's doing, oblivious, for the most part, to the world around her.

Of course, she's down in the bar rather than hiding away, so it's a decent bet that she wouldn't mind a distraction.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow's in the bar, on her own again, in a somewhat out-of-the-way booth*

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[all-for-her.livejournal.com]

OoM: Jin finds Sun bathing.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Little miss Morgan, dressed like a Celtic princess in dark green.

Little miss Morgan, head tilted like a bird (raven is occult, but she's far more wilful. More a magpie) and studying the board. And trying to work out what language all the notices are in.

Not Latin or Greek, that's for certain.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a girl in the bar, slim and pretty and looking...well, pissed off.

This could be because she's Mordred, and hisher mother's curse has come back. Wonderful.

So, she sits in a booth, and sulks (she's not quite up to walking over and asking that Morgan lift it)

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[nita_callahan]

Nita's sitting at the Bar, sipping tea and studying the Speech in her manual.

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[river_meimei]

River's in the bar.

She's wearing the bracelet that was Arithon's Midsummer present. The golden bells play a faint song, when her wrist brushes against her skirts or a table or her hair.

She's in a good mood.