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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz isn't feeling that tired tonight, so he's down in the bar. He orders a glass of tea, and the bar also provides a small plate of baklava.

Which he proceeds to turn into flaky mush with his fork.

Eh, it still tastes ok.

He'd welcome conversation. It just may not be a good idea to sneak up on him.

oom: insiders part 2

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

( OOM: the aftermath of the not-betrayals and too permanent deaths. )

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Out in back of the Bar, the finishing touches have just been put on a new stone building. The final touch, a wooden sign, has just been erected out in front of it. Most of the space on the sign is taken up by a picture of an anvil and hammer, but the rest of it says- first in the Cirth dwarven runes, then in the elven Tengwar, then in English, then finally in Aurebesh:

Gimli, son of Glóin
Forge-work Done To Order

Said individual is currently tacking a piece of parchment to the bulletin board. He's painstakingly copied all the words letter-by-letter, even the ones he doesn't know, onto said parchment.

And now he's getting beer.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael is still fiddling with his tie as he enters the bar - mirrors just aren't quite as effective as having another person to tell you if the knot's straight, but there's been no sign of Crowley. Defusing any last minute problems with Bernard, no doubt. He looks around absently, then heads over to the painting entrance to the House of Arch.

There's a long pause.

The angel, it would appear, is having an argument with a painting of dogs. Perhaps he objects to the immorality of gambling. Eventually, however, he disappears from the bar.

He finds himself in a hallway with a number of paintings, and apparently no doors.

Interesting*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*So Tim, has been drinking steadily all night. So he's a little wobbly. And, look at that, his glass is empty! So of course he goes to refill it! But then, as he's walking past the door, it slams open. Which makes him turn to look. And whoops, wobbly Tim, he falls through the door. Which slams shut behind him.

Leaving Tim stranded back home, drunk and powerless, in a world where he's established himself as a high powered super hero.



Oops?*

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The measure of a man...]

(no subject)

[krestohmansee.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Christopher and Millie.]

There is a Christopher.

He is wearing a Very Impressive silk dressing gown and has just come through the door. This one is the color of rubies, and it's got golden dragons that glisten when the light hits them.

Feel free to admire it.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

OOM: Nita makes some protective wizardries for her friends.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon's come down for another bottle of tequila. That's all, so if you want to talk to him/shout at him/threaten to kill him, better make it quick...

(Fair warning - he's also completely wasted)

(no subject)

[howling_laugh]

[OOM: Coyote and Raven visit Sedona proper. Millitimed to Friday the 5th.]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

He's slipped away inside, after the wedding. Or, at least, after the ceremony, whilst everyone is still milling about, congratulating the happy couple. He's a part to play yet, and he knows it, oh bloody fuck does he ever know it, but for now, he just needs a bit of time to, well... not throw up, first of all.

It's quiet, in here. Most everyone's outside. As it should be.

He's paler than ever, and a little green around the gills. An all-nighter of hysterical panicking followed by a religious ceremony will do that, to a demon. Rigged explosives a bonus. Not to mention forgetting to sober up before one's hangover kicks in.

Still, Crowley thinks, as he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over the back of the sofa, that was something. He flops onto the couch by the empty fireplace, a faint smile curving his lips as he remembers 'Dora's own. That sure was something.

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[Another two OOMs:

Sometime today, Simon talks to Mal about a side trip he'd like to make on Praxed ... involving Anthy.

And sometime tonight, he brings up the same issue with Anthy and River. Slowtimed until tomorrow, but linked here anyway.]

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down from her room, pausing at the bar to order a warm glass of blood.

(no subject)

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

Atreyu is out by the lake, curled onto a rock in the early morning sunlight, both legs drawn up beneath him. He has a steaming mug cupped in both hands--courtesy of the bar, of course--and a pensive expression, eyes somewhat more shadowed than usual. He is thinking of Cynric, and of Bastian, and that strangely, he no longer sleeps so well or so deeply with only Falkor curled around him.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry posts a note...

Attention doctors and healers:

We are seeking a obstetrician or midwife to assist in a potentially unusual delivery. Please contact me or Dr. Guppy Sandhu regarding the circumstance.

Many thanks.

Barry

Barry then goes and gets a bagel breakfast, sits at a centrally located table, and reads what is apparently a Sherlock Holmes novel by a 21st century author named Caleb Carr.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite in the bar.

Better yet, packed Amberite in the bar.

That's right. His small suitcase is full of what he'll need for the trip, and sitting on his bed. So Random's come down to enjoy a coffee and bagel.

Wish him 'Bon Voyage'?

(no subject)

[flakygoodness.livejournal.com]

Morning is when most of Geoff's creations are best enjoyed... scones, cinnamon buns, and of course, rich, flaky, buttery biscuits.

So, morning finds the god down in the bar, ready to offer his breakfasty goodness to anyone who asks.

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Sariel.

With a plate of scones.

Over by the fireplace.

Possibly humming 'Stars,' from Les Miserables.

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Andres inna bar.
at a bar.
With a drink.
Yep, that's it.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Tim has three fathers.))

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[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

And because you can never have enough gods inna bar, there is also a Hestia.

She is in her usual seat by the fire, reading a book. She has tea and a plate with banana bread.

Stop by and chat, or run by and steal bread, she wont mind.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Lee cautiously approaches the bar, not looking much better-rested than usual.

Bad idea. Really, really bad idea. This is the worst idea I have ever had in my life.

"Um. Bar?" He glances around, to make sure nobody's looking.

"Season 4 of 24. On DVD. Or whatever format you want to put it in."

He waits. There's a pause, as the Bar appears to be stunned at the monumental stupidity of the request.

Two discs appear, and a small slip of paper. "3:00 PM--4:00 PM. 4:00 AM--5:00 AM." Next to them, a small portable DVD player materializes.

Lee studies the cryptic note for a moment, sighs, nods in thanks and walks away, taking the stuff with him.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

One would think that the green-inkstained table had a permanent appendage, as much as Val has been there over the past few days. Books, papers, laptop, mug of tea, and Valentine in baseball cap. Harass at will.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Tamlin is Tims < a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/timsbooks/13088.html"> Past. ))

(no subject)

[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

Look, Carrot is here.

He came in shortly after Angua, and is sitting around, smiling, as Carrots do.

Well. People named Carrot, not vegetables.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is in the bar. He's writing a few things down.

upstairs, sitting outside the door to a room...

[wizard_dresden]

[Harry, yes, remembered to get a room and a key, however, he left the key with Bob, so he hasn't actually been able to get inside the room yet. Instead, he's sitting on the floor, leaning against the door to the room that is his, but, to which, he has no key. He hasn't had a shower and now, has added streaked lines along his face to go with all the dirt. Bob's still downstairs on the bar.]

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Look, Trillian is in the bar.

No, no one can tell you where exactly she came from.

Suffice to say 'around.'

She doesn't have a calculator. Is this significant? Probably not. Just weird.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Robin in the bar, in a Millitime that isn't the one where she's at the wedding.

Steph's decided she needs to get used to training in armour again, if she's going to bother training at all. So - there's a Robin in the rafters, doing push-ups and getting frustrated with her cape. Come bother her.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Eddie is now linked to the Bar, while Bernard is away, and is....adjusting.]

New Person in Bar

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess enters the bar. She looks confused, though not especially nervous. If you didn't know she was a princess (the youngest daughter of King Hulderbrand and Queen Rodehesia of Phantasmorania, to be precise), you'd never guess, as she looks quite like the fourteenth assistant kitchen maid in the castle in Ambergelder. There's a good reason for this -- she is the fourteenth assistant kitchen maid in the castle in Ambergeldar.

There's a crow perched on her left shoulder. He says, "Qwa."

"Quite," says the Ordinary Princess.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is sitting at a table by the bar, remnants of lunch -- a Really Big Sandwich and a bowl of soup -- in front of him. Now he's smoking, and reading more Yeats.

He's a cultured kind of guy.

[Locked to Mal Reynolds, please.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar. He isn't dressed as Masterbard any more; his clothing is brighter than the near blacks. He's got a green and silver leather tabard over dark brown hose, a white silk shirt trimmed in brown and green silk, and his usual bracers. Alithiel is slung on his left hip, and his lyranthe is cradled in his lap as he works out the wedding ceremony's music on the lyranthe. The wedding may be over, but any time Arithon learns a new piece of music he has to figure out how to play it on everything.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits outside, with a thermos of coffee, a plate of cookies, and a book that lies face-down and forgotten on the table while he vacantly stares over the lake.

He is still wearing his High Fantasy style dark velvets from the wedding, but a bit the worse for wear, as if he'd slept in his clothes on the sofa.

From time to time, he has a cookie, but the plate always remains full.

Now would probably be a very good time to distract him.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

There is a pregnant Aeryn in the bar. If possible, she is even larger than yesterday. This could be due to the large plate of assorted food on the table in front of her.

Attempt to steal at your own peril. Note the liberal use of new icons.

(no subject)

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

There's a Dalek in the bar, sitting by a booth with a bottle of whiskey on the table next to it. It's watching patrons, and whenever one comes close, it screeches "You have problems! Get counselling! Free of charge!"

Feel free to come over and distract it. After all, one can only frighten passing patrons for so long without getting bored.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony and Michelle walk downstairs with a couple of bags. Without pausing, they walk out the door to Michelle's townhouse. It's about as routine as walking on the escalator to the subway station.

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

A rather bedraggled-looking hani walks down the stairs from her room. She looks more gaunt than usual, but she's also shed a fair amount of fur, so maybe that's the only reason. She doesn't have any rings in her ear, and both ears are lying flat in annoyance.

Then she looks over towards the wall - and sees the door. She runs over to it, the claws on her feet coming out in her excitement.... and finds that the doorknob won't turn. Dejected, she walks over to a booth and sits down, her head on her arms.

[OOC: Mun will be is back later.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

( Letter for Jack Green )

(no subject)

[someonesdog]

Angua's in the bar, sitting in a booth with a spinach frittata. She's near the end of a realtively relaxing day spent on the beat with Carrot, and is in a pretty good mood.

Mordred and Adam: Past friendships, if Arthur was a good man, and the issue of Morgan

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There's a wedding on outside, this Mordred knows. Back into female form as soon as she stepped into the main bar, the prince is sitting at her normal table.

Drinking.

Quite, quite steadily.

Oh, it's nothing personal to the wedding itself - if asked, she'd be hard pressed to say who's it is. It's just...well, she carries baggage, doesn't she. Remembering that the last wedding she was at was her best friend's is not something to cheer anyone up, not when the last time they saw aforemention friend it was shoveling earth onto his cold, dead face anyway.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt. He's got pizza and he's people-watching. Bother as you will.

(OOC: May have to slowtime with little to no warning, but here, for what it's worth.)

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is swimming rather clumsily in the lake. Mostly it involves a lot of floating on his back.

(no subject)

[fearless-ferret.livejournal.com]

Ron enters, books in his arms, naked mole rat on his shoulder.

"I'll prove it to you, Rufus, there's no better place to do homework than a bar permanently stuck at the point of universal apocalypse," he declares, sitting down at the Bar with his shiny new history book. "I bet half the people in this book are here. Maybe even three-fifths."

Rufus makes noises of disbelief, which Ron drowns out with a request for a nacho flavored milkshake. He is not wearing his pants, because a lion stole them.

It's best not to ask, really.

Feel free to comment on his yellow ducky boxers. They match his pajamas!

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

(OOM: Mel left a note for all Security on Thursday night. Honestly)

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor’s in the bar, writing in a notebook and occasionally sipping a milkshake. If you look over his shoulder, you can see what he’s writing.

Company would be welcome.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Gorlim considers the problem of unmet goals in regards to Eilinel, Andres, Random, Lee Castle, Ramon Salazar, and Jasin Natael. Millitimed to last night.]

---

After a night of hard dreams only slightly dulled by drink, Gorlim bounds down into the bar with the enthusiasm of a man with an Agenda, unhampered by the arm rendered useless by a sling. In fact, he has more than an Agenda: he has a List.

He skids into a seat far removed from the crowd and hands his List to a passing rat, with strict instructions as to what should be done with it. A period of waiting elapses before the rat returns with a cup of coffee, a muffin, and another note. Looking surprised at the unordered food, Gorlim reads the note. His reaction—a glare at the rat and a vindictive bite from the muffin—suggests that the note's content consists of an avid refusal to negotiate until he eats something. Bar is smart for a length of polished plywood: knowing Gorlim had not returned to his home world yet neither had he obtained food or drink in six days, the logical deduction was that he had not eaten in all that time. Gorlim is indeed startlingly thin, even under all that loose fabric in the oversized shirts he wears to hide it.

Seeing Gorlim eat, the rat gives a satisfied squeak and departs once more. She's gone long enough for him to finish the muffin and drink half of the coffee. She returns with another note. This one Gorlim reads with evident approval as the rat collects the muffin plate. He gives the rodent a pat on the head, murmurs something that seems to please her (cheese is mentioned), and heads off to brave the crowd around the bar.

At a short verbal prompt, two wrapped parcels and an envelope appear. The packages disappear into his pockets and, after a quick perusal of its contents, the envelope follows.

Looking pleased with himself, Gorlim perches and scans the surroundings, waiting to catch a glimpse of Andres, Lee, Random, or the fine doctor who had worked on him the previous evening. He also wouldn't be disappointed in a chance to wring some information out of Jasin Natael.

[OOC: Gorlim may be looking for people, but anyone is welcome to come visit! Mun pleads slowtime until later tonight, as family will be heading out to dinner shortly, but will return afterwards and be on late tonight.]

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max Evans is in Milliways.

He's taking everything in.

Not going to be here much longer.

Though it isn't, exactly, a sad event.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

There is a dwarf in the Bar.

His mun is out buying dinner and a copy of The Hobbit, but we thought you should know.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace.

In a bar.

At the bar, really.

A puppy at her feet, worrying a rawhide bone.

A mostly-empty glass of Brown Cow from Hell.

Someone cheer her up?

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Lilly and Alain, the morning after]

Millitimed to the night after the bachelor party and this.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

So. Due to many, many conversations lately, Svava's sitting at the Bar, thinking. (She's had to stop herself from tapping her fingers on the top- that would be rude.) She has a request that is much more harder to define than how she managed to get her Afterlives of Earth 2000 book.

"Well... some sort of history book. Of Earth. But maybe just up to year two thousand as well?" The Bar is silent. Svava sighs, and keeps thinking. "Too many then. Hm. Social things, how people treated each other, and medicine? In the history?" There's still no book forth coming.

"... Of Jason's world, and Archie's and Richard's and Sara's and... " The search results are still too wide. Svava folds her hands together to keep her fingers from tapping on the Bar top yet again, and rests her chin on her hands, frowning faintly.

((Summary quicky!
She meets Lilly. Party talk!
She also meets Venus. *facepalm* past lives from a sailor scout.
Snow for wedding talk!
And she meets Raven! There is some light woe, but it ends good.
And then Duo! for "humans suck" commisery.))

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie in the bar, sipping tea and generally keeping an eye on everything.


Have at.

(no subject)

[navybabyseal.livejournal.com]

Shane limps into the bar . His legs and his arms seem to be hurting.

(no subject)

[fired--up.livejournal.com]

The front door swung open with casual force, arcing back to thump against the far wall. A blonde, well-built young man followed it, a circa-2005 Motorola cell phone pressed against his ear.

"Of course I'm interested, are you kidding? Have you seen the girls that go to those things?" His voice carried all of the blind confidence of youth. He didn't seem to be aware that anything was unusual until the reception on his phone whispered down to an annoying, staticy crackle. "You there? Hello?" He moved the phone down to witness the complete lack of signal and pulled a face. "Shit." Only then was it that he noticed he was not where he had thought he was going.

A glance over one shoulder revealed an unfamiliar, closed door behind him. When his gaze swung back around again, he seemed amazingly nonplussed. "Yo, Reed, is this some sort of new N-Zone simulation?" he wondered why it was where the front lobby of the Baxter Building was supposed to be, but you never could tell with Reed, so it bothered him little.

After receiving no answer, he shrugged, seeming to take the experience in stride, and crossed to the bar to attempt and order a beer. Attempt, because he was only nineteen, and sometimes even his notoriety couldn't convince bartenders to overlook the mere two years barring his way to legality.

He was completely normal. New Nike sneakers, a red t-shirt and blue jeans. That self-satisfied expression inherant in the young, beautiful or popular. All utterly unremarkable. Well, except for the fact that his free hand was held up at his side, snapping in a calm cadence. One snap, and a low stream of flame licked up from his fingers, another snap, and it extinguished. Snap, fire. Snap, out. And so it went. He hardly seemed to notice he was doing it.

Welcome to Milliways, Johnny Storm.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is in the bar.

If you want to talk to him, this will probably be your last chance for a while.

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Outside, sitting under a tree, enjoying the dark of night: a darker shadow against a background of shadows, easy to notice for those who know her.

Those who do not, might notice her anyway. The woman in dark silk robes does not bite... unless asked nicely.

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes is at the Bar, with a yellow-check-patterned helmet, a brush, and two tins of paint -- one grey, one blue.

He looks at the helmet sadly for a moment, then sighs and pats it. "Jaina's fault," he murmurs, "Jaina and Zekk. Not liking yellow, pfft..."

Then he sets it down on Bar, opens up the grey paint, and starts with the grey base coat.

The blue's for the pattern later. Hobbie's. As familiar to Wes as his own yellow check.

[ooc: mun will be online 'til midnight BST, but no later. No, not even for you, Kyle. :P]

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David comes into the bar hidden behind a rather large newspaper. Don't let him fool you. He bought it to do the crossword.

He makes his way to a table and folds up the paper, whipping out a biro and getting to work.

[OOC: Mun has parents wanting online. Will be back in a few hours at most, or so I hope.]

(no subject)

[sheila-nagig.livejournal.com]

There's a Sheila. She's got a sketchpad and a pencil, and is making sketches around the bar. With notes!

She makes her way up the stairs, Alice climbing up the rabbit hole.

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur gets up from her table and tries the doorknob that she's been staring at for the past few hours. No luck. She sits down at her table again, ears drooping in disappointment.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is down in the bar with his supper. A small bottle of pills comes with his order. He thanks the bar and slips it into his suitcoat.

He begins to eat.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack, sketchpad, contented expression.

What's he drawing? Maybe . . . you.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray stumbles out of upstairs, yawning, rubbing his eyes, and completely unmindful of the fact that his slippers do not match. One is an Incredible Hulk slipper. The other is shaped like the head of Great Cthulhu, or at least sorta, or... er, you get the idea.

The point is that he look slike he just woke up. Groggy Ghostbuster inna bar, folken.

(no subject)

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

Venus upside down in a booth being boooooooooooored. She drums her barefeet on the wall to some old idol song that only exists in her head.

Singing softly to herself, "Search for your love, sora no suishou. Search for your love, nakanai de kure..."

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel's in the bar. She's had breakfast, and now she's just doing one handed pull-ups from a rafter, waiting for the people upstairs to emerge from their morning after stupor.

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is once again working. Not on anything that has to do with entomology or forensics, however.

He is trying to write his vows. And having some trouble.

Someone want to help? Or hinder, for the amusement factor?

Woah HELLO!

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes down the stairs, looking a bit pale. She is wrapped in a long, blue robe, and looking rather tired. Nevertheless, she sits down at the bar and orders a drink, trying to catch up on all she has missed.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOM: On the world of Praxed, there's a trip to the hospital for Simon, River, and Anthy.

There's also a meeting, with Mal, Roland, and a representative of the Tet Consortium.

And after the meeting, Simon shares some Very Bad News.]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*An albino young man walks into the bar, looking content. He wears all white, as is his habit, and wears no shoes. He disappears into the back corridor for a few seconds before reemerging, carrying his violin.*

*Settling down to sit at the bar, he tunes his violin, then proceeds to play. It is quite possibly the most emotional music one has ever heard. Not sad, exactly, but emotion-filled. If one listens for a while, one might find that the mood of the Music exactly describes the emotions of the bar as a whole, each note's inflection adding to the layers of thought and mood as the bow glides smoothly over the strings.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

There is a note left with the bar. ( For Luke Skywalker )

Happy Hour

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire steps behind the bar, freshly showered after her afternoon swim. She's had a good few days, in spite of everything, and the smile on her face is genuine.

She straightens the bar, cleaning the condensation rims off the bar's surface and organizing the bottles on the wall behind her. When she's done with that she flips through a bartender's guide looking for specials ideas, which she then writes on the board.

Sunday's Specials
Southern Belle
Southern Pride
Southern Hospitality
(And just because she thinks it sounds good)
A Southern Screw

Yeah, there's a theme. It has everything to do with her upcoming move to New Orleans and nothing to do with a certain ex-boyfriend of hers.

Honest.

Satisfied, she turns to the patrons around the bar and smiles. "What can I get you this evening?"

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

[OOC: Milltimed to Thursday Night]

After talking to Asar-Suti, Mel leaves a photo with the Bar, to give to Bernard, with the text:

Bernard,
Here's a copy of that pic of my brother. I have more ifya need them
 - Mel

She also pins a copy to the note she left in the office a few days ago

(no subject)

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

Ryan's in the bar, sitting at the bar. He has a glass of scotch nearby and a cigarette in one hand.

He also has that huge book on the Balkans which he has yet to finish.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd has been in the library for most of the day except for when hes come down to talk for a little while. He has found out alot about things he might be able to do with his magic, but he would like to at least talk with someone who has done some of these things before trying himself.

But for right now he is sitting at the bar, playing his flute for it. Why don't you come by and say hello?

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is sitting in a booth, idly twirling a straw between his fingers.

He also appears to be using several others to build a remarkably complex framework for something.

There are cookies, too, though not as part of the structure. This might change.

Feel free to interrupt him, if you like. Or steal a cookie.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random in the bar.

Casting Tarot cards in what looks like, for once, a simple ten card spread.

Clearly not really paying attention.

Come bother him. He could use some conversation.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere is at the bar, playing the spheres quietly so as not to distract from Yrael's and Behrooz's playing*

Now that I have found you
I must hang around you.
Though you may refuse me,
You will never lose me.
If the human race is
Full of happy faces -
It's because they all love
That wonderous thing they call love.
( He loves and she loves... )

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Milli-timed to late morning, Alanna and Adam wake up.]

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo bounces downstairs and installs himself in a booth. He sets down a heavy pile of books, at least three circuit boards, and a multitude of small tools.

There's a small bruise on one cheekbone, and his knuckles are a little scraped up. But hey, that could have happened lots of ways, right?

At any rate, he flips one of the books open and his eyes scan over the pages while he tinkers.

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

An indecisive and slightly moody (though she would be hesitant to to admit to having moods that were so easily influenced) Illyria is in the bar. She asks the bar for something that will get her entirely drunk, for her attempts with regular alcohol proved amusing but inconclusive, and she does not wish to have to think clearly at present.

Come talk to her, but beware of laughing at a drunken and possibly peevish demon goddess.

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[of-all-blood.livejournal.com]

There was a certain peace about lir-shape, and a certain peace about the books in the library that had mostly kept him from dreaming.

Because dreams had changed.

The mirror was gone, when he closed his eyes. The mirror had become reality. And where a part of his soul had only seen another, now the other was embraced.

And all that there was for him was the lion. Lorrin, himself, the wooden throne on the Crystal Isle.

He didn't know what it could be. Was it his Firstborn blood mixed with the Erinnish kivarna?

He would trade this for even the most devastating dialogue with the gods.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's sitting at a booth (Zekk somewhere else), currently glaring at a t-shirt that appeared when she had ordered a Whyren's Reserve earlier in the evening. Might have something to do with the words written on it - in Aurebesh, of course. "Bughugger" and "Taat nest". Not making for a very pleased Jedi.

Some distracting conversation would be nice.

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[nita_callahan]

Nita, sitting at a table, with a cup of tea. She still looks tired, even though she slept late today.

A small paper bag is on the table in front of her, next to her manual.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is kicked into the bar by her mun but can't be convinced to bring the kids along. She's less stressed than before, the cheerful tone of the wedding has calmed her down, but she's not back to the regular booth. She's sipping her chocolate milkshake calmly

Come talk to her?*

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[the_antiangst]

(OOC: Sometime after this, which is done enough to set the tone but not finished yet.)

Angel is not, in fact, inna bar. He's out by the lake, with some tea and his notebook, though by now he's not so much writing as taking in the scenery. And keeping an eye out for Collins or Mark, if either of them finds their way out there.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: After this]

Guppy is in a booth in one of the bar's many corners, having a pint, watching the trilobites and thinking.

Feel free to interrupt his thoughts, particularly if you are Ray. He will welcome company.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOM: During this, Anthy has a post from her POV now that the fake-out's been inned.

. . . something like that.]

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz finds the piano unoccupied, and so takes the sheet music he'd been scribbling on earlier and sits down in front of the keys.

The first time he plays the song, the notes help him from making mistakes, but he plays it slowly to work through it.

Then he starts to work on it in pieces.

It's ok to interrupt.

[For 24-Ways: Asmodean and Behrooz talk about music. There's also a lot of staring.]

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is sitting in a booth, as usual. And she has coffee, as usual. She's people watching today, rather intently, though she seems more curious than anything else. And hey, it's Milliways. What's not to be curious about?

Feel free to bother, or to tell her to stop staring.

(OOC: Mun may vanish abruptly due to moderate internet flakeage. Apologies, if this happens.)

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is in the bar.

At least for a while.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is sitting in the Bar.
He's fiddling with a deck of cards and drinking his coffee.
Feel free to distract him!

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[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: April's continued adventures in 1889 London - After going back to the bar to check in with Raph, Holmes returns home to inform April of the chance of there being a working door in Paris. The two immediately board a train, where the tenseness of the past couple of days begins to show on them both. Once in Paris, they locate the door, to find... disappointment. Is April going mad? Is her mun evil? Could be, could be.]

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Bianca is in the bar, looking like a modern-day mermaid as normal.

She is, however, playing the piano.

Quite well. The kind of 'quite well' that you get after several centuries practice.