(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Wedding Night. Rated R for mature things like um. Knickers. And FTB shaggage.]

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

It's late but Jack's still in the bar. He hasn't been sleeping much since Ramon renewed his threats against the people Jack cares about, and the fact that he hasn't seen Ramon in the last two days isn't helping.

So instead of sleeping, the insomniac ex-federal agent is at the bar, knocking back coffee like it's being rationed the next day.

[ooc: Will likely only be on for about 2 hrs. more (until 2:15 am EDT), but am happy to slowtime.]

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Aeryn gives the baby to Richard]

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

After spending a great deal of time sitting on the floor in her room, lllyria reappears in the bar. She had been down earlier, but only for an interview. She's been feeling a bit antisocial since the last person she talked to accused her of having feelings.

She has also vowed not to ask for whatever it was the bar gave her last night again. So she's drinking something girly and blue and inoffensive.

Nudge her and her mun will crumble under the slightest amount of angst try to keep her from chewing your head off. She does want that security job, after all.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Crowley.

In the bar. Hopefully without LJ eating his entrance post again. He has tea, a newspaper that Sunny hasn't gotten to yet, and Academy plans. He still thinks they're really shiny, and he's still eyeing the logo with amusement bordering on disbelief.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: The below happens before this -- Roland and River ask a favor of Moiraine.]

Roland and River are at the bar. River is blankfaced and unresponsive. Roland requests two pieces of paper, on which he writes notes to Simon and Eddie.

( Simon )

( Eddie )

And then...then Roland nearly writes another note, but pauses.

Check upstairs, first.

River's hand in his, they go up the stairs

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm's back in his booth, making more notes. There's also the stack of books, though the combo is a little different now. Tobin's "Spirit Guide" is there, but also other texts about spirits and other spectral creatures.

The glass of Glenmorangie is half empty. Or half full. Or something, anyway.

Feel free to bother him. He never minds.

Out of Milliways

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

( Ash and Sheila miss their targeted location and end up someplace way too familliar. )

[like Rue's RL basement in Royal Oak, right by the filmsite of Within the Woods - but of course they don't know that.]

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

Merriman had only planned to come to the bar long enough to reduce his bar tab and perhaps enjoy a quiet drink before making an early night of it, but the red flags had gone up at the rather pleased look on Blodwen Rowlands' face.

He's seen that look before, or something near enough as makes no difference. On multiple occasions. And as a general rule, it does not bode well.

So he has remained at the bar after paying off most of his tab, sipping a dry sherry and not looking at anything in particular. Particularly not her.

(no subject)

[notablessing.livejournal.com]

Cole's drawing.

He has a large charcoal pen and a sketchbook, and he's drawing the graveyard at home.

It's good. Really. He's talented.

If anyone were to ask, he'd say it was his only talent.

He might be lying.

(no subject)

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to very early on the morning of the 9th.]

It's very, very early when Roland Deschain and Ted Brautigan come in from the lake. They've been talking. Catching up.

Palavering.

Roland looks at Ted and says, "Go when you're ready."

"Now's as good a time as any," says Ted lightly. "I'll be back...soon. Before Sunday, certainly."

Roland nods curtly and goes upstairs.

And Ted turns around and goes out the front door.

Greenwich Village in 2005 is visible before the door closes behind him.

(no subject)

[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

For the last few days, Entipy has been in a good mood. She's been nice and a pleasure to be around. Today, she's moody. She sits in a booth, grumbling. She could really do with some cheering up.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray's been in the Bar for several days now, studying up on things that he's afraid are going to be relevant really, really soon. He hasn't got much time left before he has to go back, he knows that- for all that time is frozen on his own world while he's here, he can sense the end of some undefined grace period coming. This is all the rest he gets before he has to go back and finish the job.

For now, he's taking a mental health break and going through a data chip's worth of information about the people and customs of several other planets; a shoulder-surfer might note that none of them appear to be in the same galaxy, although they'd have to surf for a while to notice. They might also note that he's taking notes in what would be cuneiform if he weren't doing it with a ball-point pen.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Time means very little to someone who has spent long enough in the Blessed Realm. Gimli had his several days of apprenticeship work with Hephaestos at Mount Etna, and then the door opened onto Milliways again, so he's back the day after he left.

Breakfast, and then forge-work. He's got things that need making.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[VOOM: Val takes on Antar. Propaganda and converstion, Demosthenes style.]

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha's at a table - at it, this time, not on it - eating a bowl of porridge. She'd more than welcome a guest. After all, if she learned about burrows and ruptures yesterday, who knows what today could hold in store.*

(no subject)

[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy sits in a booth, half sprawled on the table. One might think she has a hangover, but she doesn't. She's just really tired.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's in the bar, sipping a large mug of black coffee so strong it could probably clean a grease spot off a driveway if it wanted to.

He's still looking banged-up, though the black eye has faded some. He also, perhaps, looks slightly more inclined towards conversation than he has been.

In short, he's in about as good a mood as he can get these days. Which isn't very. But it's something.

Come talk to him!

[For 24-Ways: Lee gets healed by Eska, has a protection spell against Ramon forced on given to him by Chris, and discusses with Andres the possibility of leaving the Bar for a vacation, which leads to schmoop and implied sex.]

Security Interviews

[the_lioness]

*Alanna enters, clad rather severely in black breeches and shirt, her hair twisted up on her head. Biting her lip, she furtively looks around and sinks into a chair at the table by the notice board. Time for more interviews.

Hopefully, she will stop feeling sheepish long enough to conduct them well.*

[OOC: Second to last interview post. Again, limited to pups who signed up. Thanks!]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter finally fell out of bed, got dressed, and headed downstairs. Just to make sure, he went to the front door, and checked to make sure it opened. It did, only it wasn't the Firehall. It looked like it was underground somewhere, some unused part of the subway. Uh... ok... Why? A ghost wandered past, and looked back at him. It shrieked before continuing its journey elsewhere. He waved a hand in front of his face.

"Hey, brush your teeth next time!" He yelled, before shutting the door again.

Looked like things were heating up more at home. Alright, need to get ready then.

He went over to the bar.

"The usual, sweetheart, but make sure the coffee's strong, ok?" A steaming mug appeared, along with some books. The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips and Advice for Dads-To-Be, and The Goetia: The Lesser Key of Solomon the King.

He blinked at the books, but scooped them up with the coffee anyway.

"Uh, thanks, I think."

Things that make you say hmmmm....

OOMs

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Some ultra-slowtimed OOMs which I never posted as I wasn't sure how they would turn out (in other words, whether they'd involve smut. They don't. Sorry to disappoint).

OOM 1: Jack and Chris have a picnic, which fades to schmoop.

OOM 2: The morning after Day 1 of the truth spell, Jack and Chris wake up together.  FTB.

OOM 3: After the Chris-Ramon truth spell DOOM, she goes to see Jack.]

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny sits at the bar and looks around for someone to talk to.*

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Anthy in the Academy, Part 1: Interrogation

Part 2: Lunchtime

More to come.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Bachelor Party
*See if Mikey will function as a stripper
*Roller coaster theme
*Guess-the-Unknown-Substance?

Birthday Party
*Insect Theme
*Grasshoppers
*Pin-the-leg on the arachnid?

Sara is once again working on her lists. However, she's no longer on the verge of throwing things.

[ooc: Slowtime possible--the Internet is being wonky.]

(no subject)

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Gavin's sitting at the bar, playing with a model X-wing that had appeared with his breakfast. As he works on finishing his meal of blue milk and eggs, he moves the X-wing through a variety of maneuvers he picked up during his time in Rogue Squadron with his free hand. He's a bit bored. Probably shows.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah's seen a lot of things in her life as a dining car. Including a birth in the missle of the carriage, once.

It's still a rare enough event that she's thinking about Aeryn's delivery last night as she sets up the bar for breakfast.

Breakfast Specials
Egg Nog French Toast with Apple Cranberry Compote
Champurado with Tuyo
Half a grapefruit

"What can I getya?"

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in a bar, with a list.

Things to do to finish getting ready for suite-warming:

More booze.
Install hidden cameras.
Finish decorating.
Check booze levels.
Make sure there are chairs on balcony.
Extra towels for hot-tubbers
See if bar will do snacks.
Do we have enough booze?
Invite all cool people who aren't vampire brothers.

If you like booze, hot tubs, and being invited to things, it might be a good time to talk to Lilly.

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[slayer_fray]

(The One with the Snakes)

[Waffles in 134: It is demonstrated onces more why sleeping Slayers should be left to lie, as todays guests find the hosts in the aftermath of last night's terrible carnage. Indy's attempts to get to the bottom of Alanna's love life are cut short by the sudden appearance of a representative of the order Squamata. Unfortunately, no one informed the perpetrators of the recent switch in phobias between the boys. Guest starring Adam Young and Alanna of Trebond]

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: Goodbye Babydoll]


Inyri inna bar. Sans baby.

But depressed look in place.

Talk to her. Maybe she'll tell you how she lost her child.

Oh well. She doesn't deserve happiness anyway.

Right?

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

And Sam's inna bar!

Back at the armchair by the fireplace, more legal papers in her lap. She hates working at the office, so she figures, she'd rather work here.

If one could just work in Milliways. People are too distracting.

Which is a plea to Yes! Distract her!

(no subject)

[farmboyrebel.livejournal.com]

Striding into the bar from the lake is a rather sweaty man in a flightsuit. He flops down on a bar stool, and grabs the mug of iced beverage and sips a bit tiredly. He is more than happy to talk to anyone. He really should meet new people.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is once again by the lake. She is also staring across the water. There are only two noticable differences. One is the lack of a pregnant belly and the other is her pulse pistol. Her pulse pistol simply isn't there and if this doesn't give you a clue that something is wrong, nothing will.

Try and cheer her up, or just talk.

[OOC: Only just got on, feel free to bother, should be here for a while. You don't have to be involved in the baby plot to have a chat with her, y'know.]

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny was in a slightly better mood today. He was currently sitting by the bar with a beer and a basket of paradoxes.

Have at.

Entry Post

[pvccladheroine.livejournal.com]

Through the door enters a pale, slim, tall woman in a dirty, loose knit sweater and dingy black pants. Her boots are worn. As she turns her head to look at her surroundings, a small metal circle can be seen just below her neck. What is most curious about this woman are her striking blue eyes. They look rather...surprised. Confused.

Somebody help her out, please?

(no subject)

[it_has_teeth]

Out in the water, a shark is circling, relatively near the surface.

Occasionally one of his fins breaks the surface of the water.

(no subject)

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

Allison wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She has her book and she is reading. every once in a while she looks around then she goes back to the book.

[ooc: tags will be slow for a bit, but please don't hesitate to comment]

(no subject)

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

Castillian inna bar. He's sitting in a booth with a notebook and a pen. He's thinking and writing things down occasionally.
Come distract him. Or find out what he's up to.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs in her jeans and t-shirt ("Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!") and grabs her tray from Bar.

She's cheerful, though she looks a bit tired.

But she's ready to help you, if you need it!

(no subject)

[red_notebooks]

Jarod is sitting in the middle of the bar floor surrounded by, at least, a dozen boxes worth of Legos. He's building... something.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel heads into the bar from upstairs after a morning spent battling snakes and watching Mike grin and laugh to the extent of his ability.

She ventured into her own suite for a change and a shower, only to decide she'd rather be downstairs then help Lilly with party decorations.

So she is downstairs. At a table, in fact, feet up, just thinking.

Thinking isn't healthy. Distract her.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((Atton has a nightmare.))

Atton stumbles downstairs, making his way to the Bar and ordering a Pan-Galactic-Gargle-Blaster. With his drink in hand, he flops into the nearest booth and raises the glass, sniffing it and putting it down, closing his eyes and looking distinctly nauseous. Observant patrons might notice that he seems to be paler than usual, and is favouring his right leg and left arm. Then again, they might not.

Come and poke, he won't bite much.

Very Out of Milliways

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

( Late night on the Heart of Gold, Trillian, Isabel and Max were going to have a sleepover. They were joined by Ford, Val, Mouse, Arthur, Meg -- and a foodfight. )

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is outside by the lake, halfway around from the bar, female-shaped, leaning on a wooden railing, and smoking.

And skipping stones, from time to time.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

Anthy at the Academy, Part 3: Bedtime.]

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Now there's a sight he's glad to see. Spike leans by the door heading in from the lake and his eyes immediately land on a familiar blonde head of hair and he can't help but smile.

She hasn't seen him yet, so he stops at the far end of the bar and grabs a plate of potechi and a martini for himself before moving over to where Beth sits.

(no subject)

[paper-agent.livejournal.com]

Yomiko is sitting at her favorite booth. Today the bar gave her the book, 'The Devil Wears Prada'. She's been wondering why the Bar doesn't give her more cerebral titles. It might be because her mun only has the brain power for such things, but Yomiko doesn't know that.

But she'd love to be interupted.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

[OOM: In Aslan's Country, Caspian invokes Deep Magic for the victory of Susan and her friends, and considers the the meaning of one from many.]

[OOC: This is in no way connected with or part of the Academy plot, only brought on by Caspian's conversation with Susan from last night.]

(no subject)

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

Shayera Thal in a bar.

It happens every now and then. Less often as of late, but here she is anyway.

She looks tired and dissatisfied. Out of sorts even. More than a little grumpy, too, but that's pretty normal for Shayera. You'd be grumpy too if your home planet had recently burst into flames.

Go on and pester her. She won't kill you. Promise.

Security Interviews

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sips her coffee and goes over her notes, occasionally looking around the room. There are only a few more people to interview. Once that is done, she is going for a very long ride.*

[OOC: Last interview post. Again, limited to pups who signed up.]

(no subject)

[mitanarchist]

Watch out ladies (and gents) Collins is in the bar!

Come bug him, won't you?

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava, entering in the bar from the back door.

... If that's catnip she's carrying, we won't mention it, shall we?

(no subject)

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Penn at the bar. Another poem, this one by Henry Constable, and glass of blood. This poem shows a softer interest...perhaps love isn't such a bad thing.

My lady's presence makes the roses red

My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Flying-particularly flying without being shot at-usually puts Sheppard in a good mood. And so even though the finds himself in Milliways after stepping out of the jumper bay rather than in the hallway, he's not too irked about it. He whistles a bit to himself as he looks around, looking for anyone or anything that's familiar, or more likely, freakish. Given some of his encounters in Milliways, he's expecting the latter.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is sitting at his usual table with a confidant smile on his face. He's got the photos of the past couple days in one neat stack. He finally cracked the code, and is looking for D to report back to him. But he doesn't mind anyone else dropping by.

Oh, he has to be actually doing something, right? Well, yes, because he's Tim. He does things. He's got a bronze star on the table in front of him, and he's working on it. Got a miniture torch and is working on the engraving. He might not be able to enchant it, but he can sure build them.*

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the bar. He's still looking rather tired.

In an attempt to remedy this, he's stirring too much sugar into a glass of tea.

It's doubtful that this will work.

He briefly looks at the sheet music, but quickly pushes it away again.

A distraction would probably be a good thing.

The return of Angel!!!!!!!!

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

[OOC Yes, he has moved back into my head and I'm oh so happy]

Angel awoke from a very unpleasant dream. A very unpleasant dream indeed. He couldn't be killing people in his sleep, could he? He got out of bed, walking towards the kitchen to get a drink but instead he ended up in Milliways. He doesn't recognize the place at all. He may look a tad younger, even though Vampires don't age. This Angel is from a bit before he used to be.

And for those interested, he's in Pajamas, meaning long pants...and that's it.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Lincoln is drawing. It's something he's always been good at, and it calms him down. Still, if you look at what he's drawing, it's not exactly still-life.

Though he's very absorbed in his work, it's only to keep his mind from going where it does when he's asleep. He just needs an occupation. Conversation would do the trick as well.

[[OOC: If your pup is a Sean Bean, a Steve Buschemi or -- best of all! -- another Ewan, and assuming our pups would look like each other, this could get really... well... interesting. And by interesting I mean awesome.]]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter walked up to the Bar.

"Ok, hon, you know what I'm going to be asking for, right? Another movie, and I think you know the one." A moment later a DVD appeared against the varnished wood. He picked it up, and noted the slogan, Be Ready to Believe Us.

"Yeah." He softly said, staring at it.

He then said, "Thanks, my friend. Wish me luck."

He headed over to where the TV and combo DVD/VHS player was waiting in a corner of the bar. He pulled up a chair, and got the disc out. Seemed pretty easy to work now he watched Ray use the device last time.

He sat down in front of it, his finger hovering over the Play button of the remote. His books from earlier were on the floor by him, with The Expectant Father on top of the stack.

Feel free to join him, or comment on his choice of movie or books.

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

George, his newly healed arm a bit stiff, but otherwise fine, is sitting at a table drinking a pint. He's in a very good mood.

(no subject)

[logical-prancer.livejournal.com]

Lisa walks into the bar from her room, dressed in a pair of fawn colored breeches and a riding blouse. She'd found them in her closet this morning and decided to use them to go for a ride, but first, she stops for water. She takes a seat at a table, crossing her legs.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally sits in the bar with a pot of tea.

Blissfully unaware of such a person as Chomsky, she is working through her linguistics homework of diagramming sentences. She finds her work remarkably soothing.

Or maybe that's just the tea talking.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar from downstairs, dressed for training - tank top, very short shorts, hair pinned up out of her way. She's sweating, and her knuckles are a bit scraped and bruised from a prolonged session with the heavy bag.

She procures water and perches on a stool, watching the room idly as she drinks.

Her Security badge is pinned to her shirt, so feel free to come bug her.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Magic struts into the bar from the lakeside door, a much-chewed stick carried proudly between her teeth. It took most of the day, but she has finally learned fetch.

Ace follows behind, slightly less energetic than her puppy. Magic only figured out the concept of bringing the stick back and letting the stick go once she brought it back in the last half hour. That's a long day of fetching and puppy-wrangling. She heads to the bar for something cold and liquidy.

(no subject)

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

"... those panels, I suspect the last batch was contaminated, I want the results on my desk first thing in the morning!" Doctor McCoy calls over his shoulder in a harassed sort of tone, more glad to not be where he is not, than really noticing where he is.

Once he does realize that this is Milliways, and not the Enterprise hallway (it only takes him a second, give a tired doctor a break), he beams.

This is much better than riding herd on a bunch of cadets. He heads over to the Bar for a whiskey to start the evening off right.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel is meditating...whch means that there is a girl floating a few feet above the ground at the edge of the lake...on fire. She missed this. This...peace. The people at Milliways she missed as well, but first comes this. Taking in the sights, sounds of this little corner of the universe once more.

She's back...and perhaps she'll be able to handle people soon as well.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Before the assault on the Prison,

First, Trillian helps Asmodean put on his armor, and gives him instructions about going to war.

Second, Asmodean taunts Ford briefly.

(no subject)

[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Alphonse Elric isn't sure how he got here, wherever "here" is.

It appears to be a restaurant, and Al has never been to a restaurant like this, especially not on his own. And he doesn't know any of the people here, either. How strange.

More curious than afraid, he wanders towards the bar, a small piece of chalk in his right hand.

(no subject)

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

It's late for him to go down to the bar, but his leg has been bothering him more than usual today, and he'd lain in bed to let it rest. He'd slept rather fitfully, between seemingly endless bouts of tossing and turning.

Since Cameron had spilled the Tylenol all over the floor, there wasn't any left in the bottle he kept by the bed.

And since there was no sign of Cameron, he needed to go down stairs to get something to take before he started climbing the walls, because that really wouldn't be good for his leg.

He used the crutches Bar had given him a while back, to keep the weight off his leg until he coupld properly medicate it.

Point is, there is a House in the bar. And he's got a single dose of Vicodin in his hand, because that's what he asked for instead of Tylenol, and he didn't even realise it until the white pill materialised.

He hasn't tossed it back, so there is hope someone can stop him...Before he spirals back into the abyss of addiction.


[OOC: Slowtime inevitable as mun will crash for the night soonishly]

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats is in the bar, looking pensively into his cup of tea.

It's a good bet that it's not the tea making him pensive.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: pre-milliways]

Guppy comes in from his house in Holby, looking slightly surprised as he had expected his bathroom. This may partially explain why he is soaking wet and carrying a very soggy tiny black kitten. He had been looking for another towel.

He sits down in a booth and tries to dry the little creature off with the soggy towel he had already.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

Beth's eyes dart to that familiar table by the fireplace as soon as she walks in. They always do.

No one's there right now, though, so she settles for taking a seat at the bar. No longer used to glancing up at her tab whenever she orders something, she just gets herself a martini and turns so she can lean back against the bar and watch people.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*A series of spheres appear on the bar, each addressed to a different person ( Meg, Alanna, Delia, Sario, Prince Corwin, Thom )

*

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio's drinking a good cup of black coffee, and every so often tossing a pair of small, hard leather balls, rolling and squeezing them. You might know this as a traditional pickpocket's method of strengthening the hands. If so, please be assured that Mercutio is a gentleman, and does not pick pockets.

He's very good at it in theory, though.

(no subject)

[frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com]

One science teacher in the bar. She has her feet propped up on a table and is grading papers with a pen in her mouth. Each one gets a sticker shaped like a rocketship.

(no subject)

[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Outside, as darkness falls, Jah-lila canters in from the woods with a mouthful of branches and brush. She settles them into a pile near the lake, adding some leaves she's found and set aside.

A few moments later there is a small clash of horn on hoof, and then sparks, and then the unicorn has a small but merrily burning fire.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom and the Velvets of London Below

(no subject)

[safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com]

Cassie Sandsmark closes the Door behind her and looks around the room. The door doesn't disappear this time - good. The bar's quiet and fairly peaceful - better. There's no sign of the terrifying zombie!Kon who's haunted her dreams for a month - best.

She contemplates breakfast, but the early morning sunlight outside is more tempting than even the smells wafting from the bar.

Shortly, there's a Wonder Girl, drifting on the air currents high above the lake and absorbing the sunshine. She'd probably notice if you waved or offered conversation, though.

Out of Milliways

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

( The Storming of the Underground Prison )

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Isolationsm.

Warnings for angst and a tribute. ]

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways, Montparnasse runs into a few complications]

The door is flung open rather forcefully and through it runs, full tilt, an attractive young man dressed in what appears to be Victorian fashion out of Paris in the early 19th Century. Or you would notice this if you knew about Victorian fashions.

If you do not, you may note that behind the frantic gentleman could be seen several policemen. Also out of 19th century Paris. This is of course, if you happened to be watching the door as it was flung open.

If you were not, you may have just been nearly barreled over by a frenzied and slightly blood stained dandy with a knife.

He stops just short of colliding with the bar and looks around himself bewildered. Slowly a wary grin spreads across his face. "Merde, but when did they turn Notre Dame into a bar?" He laughs breathlessly, startled yet relieved.

Come welcome our murderous young idler to Milliways.

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The front door to the bar swung open gently, and an individual with white skin and slick brown hair stepped inside. He halted immediately two steps beyond the entryway, startled, and inspected his surroundings. The door behind him had closed of its own initiative and, no matter how many times the individual clearly stated, “Computer, exit,” adamantly refused to transform back into the familiar automatic double doors of the Enterprise.

“Intriguing,” he said quietly. He approached the bar and took a seat on a deserted stool, craning around to scan with yellow eyes the faces of everyone in sight. If this was an illusion, it was a carefully executed one.

Lieutenant Commander Data of the U.S.S. Enterprise has made his first appearance at Milliways, and would be terribly interested in an explanation.

((OOC: This will have to continute slowtimed, as I am very, very exhausted and very, very heavily sedated at the moment. Thanks!))

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[handcuff-dance.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Mimi Marquez finds herself back in the strange bar again.

She turns back to the door, and is surprised to see that unlike her last decidedly unplanned visit here - the door the brought her here is now gone. She reaches out a hand, hoping it's just a trick of the light and but meets only empty, open air.

Her heart starts to pound rapidly in her chest, and she desperately scans the crowd for a familiar face.

Thankfully she sees one and quickly makes her way over.

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[balletrat]

[OOC: Far, far OOM. Meg-musings.]