(no subject)

[kal-torak.livejournal.com]

He is not surprised, when he enters the bar.

At least, surprise does not register on the living metal mask that is his face. Beautiful enough, this mask, but the fire that burns in one socket in lieu of an eye is most definitely not beautiful.

Kal Torak, King of Kings, Lord of Lords and God alone of that world which he caused to be, has entered Milliways.

(no subject)

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

One (self-described) mechanical super-genius was in the bar. The goggles were down and his mighty nanowelder was hard at work, as he sat at a table, pieces of what looked like very expensive junk (and also cheap chunk) spread across two tables. A plate of nachoes and a bottle of tequila were next to him, on an empty spot on the table, and he had an almost jubilant expression on his face, so that were he perhaps from a different sci-fi show, his mood would have been described as "Shiny."

This was because he had all the parts he needed to build his way home.

Now all that was required was the labor and the absolute, friggin' genius of one Seamus Z. Harper.

"And the regulator chip is connected to the --" Zzack. "-- modchip," he was humming/singing to himself, to the melody of "The shin-bone is connect to..." song:

"And the modchip is connected to the --" Zzack. "-- fiber wire. And the fiber wire is connect to the --" Zzack "--high-density, Onreiter reactivity modulator."

So his lyrics needed a little work. He never said he was a musician.

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm is in the bar, sitting by the fireplace with a somewhat somber look on his face. He's paging through a paperback book about the criminal mind and violence.

Well, at least he won't have to look far for source material.

Please disturb him. He's not enjoying the book much.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: There's beauty in the breakdown? It's doubtful that April would agree.]

(no subject)

[k_in_black]

Enter, one Man in Black. The Black (suit) is perfect. The Man is a little blurry eyed.

Saving Ray's New York was a bit more cinematic than K's had to deal with lately.

On the other hand, he was able to neuralyze someone for the first time in weeks. Not to mention getting a chance to polish his technique with a proton pack. So that's put some spring in that tired step.

Feel free to join him for a Post-"Saving Manhattan--Again" bourbon.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> August 14th, 2005: The Shell

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Pretty, vicious, dandy inna bar.

He took a walk by the lake today, and has actually eaten.
His mood is a little better. Which really only means that he'll be happier about killing you, but that's something, right?

Come over and meet him. Just don't tell him who sent you.

oom: bringing kon back

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

( OOM: Tim goes to visit Kon in Smallville a month after the events. )

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is in the bar
Why is his mun not asleep?
This question is dumb

He's back from Antar
I think maybe you missed him
Or just didn't care

Today he has pie
Or maybe "tonight he has"
I really don't know

Please come talk to him
Because I think that I might
Be going crazy

[ooc: slowtime ow sleep thanks.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

[OOM: On a park bench in New Orleans, Charlie Pace smokes a cigarette. Small spoilers for the end of Season 1 of "Lost".]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cuthbert and Susan, the night before the attack on the Academy.]

(no subject)

[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

Christian is at the bar, the notebook opened before him. But this time, he is writing. Only headwords, but more than one, and that's something. He's writing about the end of the world. Not his personal one, this time, but a global one, Planet Earth. Looking out of the windows is quite inspiring and he does that from time to time.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Morgan sleepwalks, with whitetext]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Conversations on Serenity]

[Roland]

[Susan]

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton inna bar.

Eating a piece of toast. And reflecting on the fact that Earth food is strange.

That is all.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom and Door in the House of Arch before Tom leaves

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

He hasn't really been avoiding the place. Well, all right, maybe he has. But only because he's beginning to realize how much he needs conversation to keep other voices at bay. He's come to Milliways early for once, before going out to face Los Angeles, since LA in the daytime has proven to be even worse than the city at night. Because even when the sun's down, it's never really dark there. And for Raguel, Darkness tends to be a daylight menace.

Passing through the door, though, he's immediately struck by the sense of waiting (of foreboding) hanging over the place. It's thick and heavy around the room, and something about it feels just a little familiar. If he tried, he might connect the atmosphere of the bar to the increase in the droning in his head that prompted him to stop by, but he'd really rather not think about what that could mean. He pulls a coat he doesn't need a little closer around himself and, head down, continues out the back door towards the lake.

[OOC: 'Round for just a couple hours!]

(no subject)

[onnapolicecar.livejournal.com]

Joyce Summers.

Booth.

Tea.

Lunch.

She's reading through a book about the Metropolitan Museum of Art, making appreciatve sounds at the pictures.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah had gone home in the wee hours of the morning, but she was back now, once again in the two piece swimsuit and the vintage movie star glasses.

She was on a picnic blanket out by the lake, not playing with the clouds today, just watching them drift and change in the breeze. She had a book with her, though she hadn't started reading it yet, she also had a wicker picnic basket, aquired from Bar, but she hadn't opened it yet either.

For the moment she was just relaxing, she needed it after the mockery of a battle the team had been through the day before.

Someone come ask what's in the basket, she'll share.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is at a table, people-watching. Every so often, she glances towards the door, her expression one of half-bemused apprehension. Of all the things there are in Milliways, it's the idea of a land shark eating people that throws her.

Feel free to poke the X5.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

MacManus in a booth. Currently half asleep despite the cup of coffee in front of him.

He's also unaware it's been eleven days since the last time he came down to the bar - was only yesterday, to him.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

A slightly sickly looking young man wearing a bathrobe shuffles downstairs from his room. His bright red hair is a mess, and his green eyes are sleepy and watery. He grabs some hot chocolate from the Bar, and plops down into one of the armchairs by the fire.

Peter is back in the Bar!

(no subject)

[simply-sera.livejournal.com]

Sera Faleur inna bar. With a cup of something orange. She's not sure what it is.

Orange Juice

They don't have oranges on Chandrilla. Or Coruscant. So she's got no idea what this junk is. But it tastes good.

Yes, the mun is running out of creativity for entries.

Just come and chat.

(no subject)

[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Eri wanders downstairs looking rather well tousled. She heads for the bar and orders a mimosa and strawberries and honey. She heads over to a table and sprawls gracefully in a chair to eat her brunch*

(no subject)

[how-pathetic.livejournal.com]

One deman lord enters the bar, not wanting to come in but it appears that he has appeared in the bar. He looks around and decides to just sit down in a far off corner.

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

[OOM: Jack and Alanna, back on the Black Pearl. Now with FTB.]

[OOM: Later that night, in Tortuga. Drinking, brawling, and other piratey fun.]

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Mal. Inna bar. Shining his guns, writing notes and listening to his iPod.

Still chatty, oddly enough.

[ooc: Please ping before posting, as I will be on, but will have sporadic bursts of disappearance, say sorry. Have returned huzzah!]

~ sword practice ~

[macleod_connor]

Connor, sword in hand, makes his way through the bar toward the back door and out to the lake. It's been a little while since he's been out here and he found, he rather missed it. So, out he goes. Sword katas and fighting forms help pass the time.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah's noticed the general air of foreboding around the bar, and she's dealing with it the only way she knows how:fresh orange juice,  a bright smile and an ear willing to listen to anyone's problems.

Breakfast Specials.
Hawaiian Omelette
Shipwreck Grits
Half a Grapefruit.

"What'll you have?"

(no subject)

[kiss-my-jazz.livejournal.com]

Suddenly and inexplicably and (for a brief instant) a sudden movement in everyone's peripheral vision, then standing by the piano, the jazz man from the 1930's arrives.


[ooc: random slowtime will be practiced as mun is sick today, for great woe. but come play with the piano man anyhow.]

(no subject)

[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger strolls into the bar, in a loose-fitting nondescript grey tunic and tight black pants. He looks smooth and comfortable, and his hair is down in locks framing his face. A smile plays around his lips, loose as shirt fabric. He sits at the bar.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Yep, Venkman's in the bar, and he's reading "Cindrella Story: My Life in Golf" by Bill Murray still.

Come gawk.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is in the bar.

If he looks a little scary, it's because the adjective that applies in this case is well-rested. This doesn't occur often. But Random was good enough to poke at his head and make the nightmares go away for one night.

So here is a Gorlim, looking shockingly content with his existence and eating french fries.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

[OOC: Meg has an employment crisis, in Paris. Warning for - French. Er. Lots of it.]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Sometime in the early morning - far earlier than Adam Young usually greats the world - he slumped into the bar, getting a mug of coffee and quickly retiring to a booth in the corner where he promptly fell asleep against the wall. He's still there, and he's still asleep. Bother him, if you feel like it.*

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats is in the bar, sitting at a table. He is reading the Bible. Occasionally, he scribbles notes in the margins.

(no subject)

[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Out behind the bar, the soft sound of hoofbeats can be heard, and Jah-lila trots quietly out of the trees and down to the lake.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

After dinner, Jason and Max are sitting by the Observation windows.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Milliways is not so good about keeping time linear and predictable as some places are. 'Day' doesn't matter nearly as much as you'd think.

Which is just fine with Ray because he just spent something like sixteen hours asleep. Maybe more.

Anyway, he's awake now. Cargo pants, T-shirt with engineering joke on it, Incredible Hulk slippers, big thing of coffee. Yay coffee.

Exit Post

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: I Only Dream of You, My Beautiful]

Inyri Forge is downstairs, a handful of credits in her hand and a bunch of papers in the other. She places the credits down and whispers that they are for her tab, and Wes'.

She takes each note and places it down one at a time, intoning that one is for Gavin, one is for Val, and the last one for Hobbie.

She's left Wes' note on the bathroom mirror.

She takes a glance down, looking at her wrists, before looking up again, and staring at the door. She walks resolutely towards it.

This is the last chance. The last chance for her happy ending. If Wes woke up now, and saw the note, and came bounding out he could stop her. Like in those old black and white movies, you know? But she knows he won't wake up. She wouldn't want him to.

Her eyes cloud with tears, as she takes the handle in her hand, a choked sob leaving her throat. She wrenches the door open, and stares at a hallway. A hallway to Wedge Antilles' office.

Don't.

Look.

Back.

She steps through the door, and closes it behind her, leaving Milliways, and the man she's fallen in love with...behind.

Goodbye and find happiness Inyri Forge. Find the happiness they could never give you.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*The front door opens, and the smell of the sea wafts through. Hair bound back with a stray bit of rope, a bruised and freckled Alanna sticks her head in for a moment, nods and glances back at Jack. He grins wickedly at her. Snickering, she stands on her toes and gives him a thorough kiss of appreciation, delight and possibly relief. She pulls back with a fond smile, tugging gently on a braid.*

Go. See to that ship and... acquisitions. *She grins.* Thank you, Jack.

*He winks and strolls away, humming a familiar tune. Folding her arms across her chest, Alanna watches him for a moment and slowly shuts the door, attempting to whistle the same tune as she makes her way to the bar.*

(no subject)

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea entered the bar. She wasn't wearing a smile anymore and looked rather worse for wear. She had slept in the stables last night, because no-one had informed her of the merits of getting a room. She looked for the door and let out a gargantuan sigh when it still appeared to be missing. She didn't think she'd ever get back home and still expected to wake up at any minute.

There was hay tangled in her blonde tresses and she was giving off a strong horsey smell. Feel like helping her out?

[OOC:Mun should be around for ages today, and may or may not bring Aeryn in bar later. Take pity on a new pup please.]

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

A very forlorn Isabel is down in the bar. She's dressed and looks decent, but that in itself usually indicates something is wrong with her. She walks over to the bar, muttering something and she recieves a salad and a bottle of tabasco sauce, as well as a soda (Cherry Cola). And then she sits down at a booth, wearing a haunted expression.

The expression is one that many in the bar have probably worn at one point or another. It's the expression people get when they've killed someone and have no clue how to deal with themselves.

Approach at your own risk.

Outside

[slayer_fray]

Out by the archery targets, Mel's combining skaterug practice with target practice, by throwing hernew knives with pinpoint accuracy from a number of hieghts, distances and postions:, always in motion, varying speeds and angles, but never once missing target.

Everytime one of the knives Raven gave her hits home, it lets off sparks. Mel's easily amused.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[oom: A dream about death. Warnings for some violence and white text/formatting strangeness. Canon editors have destroyed the mun's mind. And the mun is just evil.]

Behrooz didn't sleep well. This is something he's used to here, but the previous night had been one of the worst ones.

So now, he's sitting in a booth. There's tea in front of him, but he's just leaning back in the booth, watching it.

From his eyes, it looks like he might be nodding off.

He's not.

Company wouldn't be a bad thing.

[ooc: mun has to go have dinner, should be back soon.]

[For 24-ways: Behrooz tells Tony that he has dreams about the outside, and that the most recent was about what happened after CTU turned him over to terrorists. He refuses to say what happened, and they talk about computers and the Bar before Tony leaves. Behrooz mentions he has nightmares to Guppy, but rejects the idea of taking a dreamless sleep potion. And this ultimately leads to Behrooz revealing who he killed. Monkey comes over and asks Behrooz for his tea, which Behrooz gives. There's some talk about going to India while Monkey eats the glass.]

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska's in the bar sitting at a table, and seemingly staring very hard at a cocktail stirrer.

There's almost certainly a reason. She looks sober enough.

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*Sanchez stumbles in once again, a smile on her face. Pulling her from a Polish hostage situation was a good thing. She walks over to the bar, takes off her layers of armor putting them on the stool next to her, and orders a drink.*

"Absolut sex, please."

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and Sanchez takes a quick sip. She's been working really hard all day. A good drink was in order.*

Come chat with her. There's still another stool open.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

Last night had been for conversation; the calm before the storm. Today is for war, Moiraine knows.

All things are part of the Pattern.

Roland Deschain had asked one thing of her before the end of the previous evening, and she had agreed. And so, the air parts once more this evening, and the serenely composed Aes Sedai steps into the bar.

To wait.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

And because he hasn't had an entry post since last night...

The lugubrious, pernicious, Montparnasse is still in the bar.
He's actually rather cheerful, though entirely confused by any number of people.
Come over an meet him. He might even pretend to be a nice guy.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim is back in the bar with her iPod and now has a copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. When the book first came out, she hadn't been much in the mood for reading about the further adventures of an orphaned child. But, she's been wondering how the story ended since she finished book five and apparently Bar thought she'd read enough self-defense books.

She also has a basket of chips. Feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria hasn't been around the bar in a day or two. Who knows what she's been doing? Maybe she's been counting the molecules in the air of her bedroom, or maybe she's been plotting doom. (Or perhaps she's taken up Raven's suggestion and is now halfway through a series of epic poems describing her rise and fall from glory.)

At any rate, she's back to people-watching at present, and that bored look on her face just begs for someone to come over and start something inadvisable with her.

(no subject)

[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

A giant monkey walks into the bar, dressed in the saffron robes of a Buddhist and eating a large yellow melon. He's biting right through the rind.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

[OOM: It's almost time. Tom receives word in the House of Arch.]

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the bar. Things are starting to sink in now - not least the fact that he's really never going back to Earth, except perhaps for short visits, and that his path is laid out for him and he's accepted it.

He's still happy. Just not as... giddy as he was in the first days after his return. And he seems older, somehow, or maybe just more mature than before he left. Not even vaguely a child anymore, or ever again.

If you know him, or you're just curious about the blue skin, come and say hi.

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha's on top of a table again, playing with her spinner. She should probably eat at some point, but right now she's not thinking about that.*

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie comes downstairs, jade pendant around his neck and kitten on his shoulder, for much-needed comfort.

There's a shadow on his heart, the shadow of ka-shume, and even he isn't sure if it's something he's sensing entirely from the others, or if some of it's coming from within. Either way, he knows it comes today.

He's here to see them off, when they go.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Masterharper Robinton perched on and armchair, long legs stretched out in front of him.

Zair, perched on his harper's chest, trilling cheerfully as the harper gently rubs salve into his hide.

Come help. Or just say hello. Either would be welcome.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Earlier in the afternoon, Val came into the bar, and was greeted by a note in addition to her morning tea. Whispering something which might be a quiet Speaker's blessing, she folds the paper gently and puts it in her pocket, disappearing back into the House of Arch.

Half an hour later, a figure in a brown Jedi robe which just might be a few inches too long, re-emerges, proceeding directly out back with a lumpy sack.

Out back by the woods, the figure sets up a strange apparatus. Papers are suspended on a metal framework, making targets of various sizes and shapes. She pulls a blaster from somewhere in the robe, and begins to shoot. She's still there, likely until she runs out of either ammunition or energy. Wonder which will happen first.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Somewhere in the bar, there is a booth. In this booth there is a man. Or rather, a man-shaped bird. Or rather, a man-shaped anthropomorphic bird, who is actually a representative of something else.

Okay, fine. Raven is in a booth, with a plate of cookies, a glass of milk, and a notebook.

Occasionally he taps his pocket with one hand.

He looks a little distant.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark, and handsome man wearing an immaculate black suit is leaning against the bar and playing a sorrowful melody on a harp.

The same-old Asmodean, but not for very long.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht comes down the stairs on his crawler. He slides off of it after parking it in an out-of-the-way place and heads over to the bar for a light dinner. The majority of his hangover symptoms have passed, but he's still feeling a bit listless.

Not to mention he's hoping like hell he didn't make a complete fool of himself since his memories after going into the cave with the pillar are rather fuzzy.

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

OOM: After Tom leaves

(no subject)

[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Al is sitting at a table, reading a book that's roughly the size of a paving stone and probably weighs about as much as one. The title isn't written in English, and it seems to contain more formulas than words.

Someone distract him before his brain explodes!

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is sitting by the front door with three items.

The first is the bars med-kit, restocked and ready.

The second is a cup, for drinking from.

And the third is a pot of tea. Normally, it would be alcohol, but he wants to be sober in case of trouble.

His eyes are locked on the front door, but he probably needs some distraction.*

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Theres a pop and the bar is up one witch. She approaches the bar and orders a glass of pumpkin juice and some paradoxes. Come and bug her, you know you want to.*

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel enters, following a small, thin scrap of a cat. It's obvious by the jaunty bounce in her step that the cat, Askani, is certainly the one in charge right now. The mistress, well, she looks as she ever does, tired, distracted, there may even be a hint of bruising along her arm, but that's normal. She's barefoot, and the ragged hem of her holed jeans would normally be a prime target for her four footed companion, but not tonight.

It seems Askani believes distraction is needed, so they're headed out to chase fireflies.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon s'Ffalenn. He still isn't wearing the security badge. He doesn't have his lyranthe.

(no subject)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

MacManus in a booth.

Amusing himself cryptogram puzzles.

No indication of dinner on his table. Just a cup of hot tea that's long gone cold.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Much forge-work has been done of late, resulting in a lot of ash and smoke-smell out behind the bar. This work has not been for naught; several pieces are now complete, or quite close to it.

Gimli, therefore, feels quite strongly that he has earned himself the right to beer and a quiet dinner.

Or something, anyway.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie, like his mun, is a creature of habit. That being said, he's got some tea and is sitting at a table with his feet propped on the chair across from him, watching the gathered crowd with obvious fondness.

(no subject)

[lathspell-named.livejournal.com]

Grima walks slowly into the bar, his furs coated in ice, the bags under his eyes black as night. His face is drawn and haggard, but what else is new? His eyes are blank and cool. He seats himself at a table in a delicately organized collapse.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

There was a Woobie inna bar, relaxing on a stool with a bottle of beer. He was once again wearing a blue t-shirt, proclaiming in white letters across the front:

My name is Andrew.
I am not a turtle.

Ahhh, it was almost like old times. Being a friendly sort, he wouldn't mind company in the least, and is especially fond of meeting new people.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

They've assembled.

It's not a military formation by any means. They're all sitting around in various places.

Roland is standing by the fireplace. It's still summer, so it's not lit...but you'd think it was. His eyes are on the front door.

Another door in his peripheral vision opens, and Eddie and Susannah come out of the staff wing. She kisses him, resting a hand on his face; he picks her up and holds her to him. Roland turns away from this. It's not his business.

It's another few minutes before the door opens, and Shepherd Book sticks his head in the door, looking around. Roland steps forward, eyebrows raised slightly...and when Book nods, Roland turns to look at all the rest, who are looking at him.

And he nods.

Tom, Kitty, Faith, Ace, Susannah, Alain, Cuthbert, and Susan all file out the door onto Serenity. Some linger a little in the door. Some don't.

Roland turns to look at Eddie, and gives him a crooked smile.

Then he goes through the door, and it shuts behind him.

As Mr. Anthony J. Crowley might say, heigh-ho.

(no subject)

[not-bambi.livejournal.com]

JD's in. Still grinning. He's writing something. Come say hi.

(no subject)

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

Where's Ghost been?

About.

Who's he seen?

Not too many people. Mostly he's been in the woods. The woods are familiar. Maybe the trees aren't the same, and it's a hell of a lot colder than the woods in Missing Mile ever got, but they're still trees and they're still a little more like home than the bar he's been stuck at for months.

At the moment, though, he's in at the counter herself, helping himself to some pizza and a small order of fries.

Watch the fries, though. He's liberal with the salt and the pepper.

[ooc:might get cut off as the weather is looking SERIOUSLY stormy and I prefer my computers unfried]

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's got a table. He's got a bottle. He's got don't fuck with me tonight written on every line of his face.

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

He's back!

He's inna bar!

He's not blue!

He's not even drunk!

Oh, wait... that's not necessarily for the good.

Ford's sitting in a booth, drinking colas one after another. Looks like he's got about six empties on the table.

He's also got his Guide out and a slightly stained notebook.

(no subject)

[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

*The front door opens.

Cort comes in.

He goes upstairs.

A few minutes later, he comes back downstairs, a misshapen rucksack over his back.

Without looking around, he goes straight to the door and back out again.*

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

Special Argument for Midworld and NYC threads

*Tom has pushed himself nearly beyond what he can stand. Opening this far over time and space would be difficult even for a born Opener.

He keeps River’s hand-

(Get rid of her, find someone to take her, you’re done with this.)

-in his, because he's responsible for her safety now that he's the only one left to watch over her.

He sees Zoe, Kitty, and the others in a red haze of exhaustion and something else entirely.*

Good. Someone from your ship is here, River.

*He walks her over. He must look a sight – sickly pale face, dark shadows under the eyes, blood trickling from his nose…

He can hardly be blamed for leaving quickly. He’s done what was asked of him. He vaguely registers the absence of Cuthbert, Alain, Susan, and the others. He can't find the energy to care.*

Right. Here she is. Lost Roland – he bloody well didn’t make it through an Opening, but River knows about that. Anthy disappeared into a horrid flower.

*He shrugs, sneering slightly, still sick from the remembrance of the rose and the sickness it inspired within him.*

I don’t know why.

(And I don’t care.)

Good evening.

*He's never wanted to see Door so badly in all his life with her. He is cold, and she will warm him. He is sick, and she will heal him.

He turns and strides quickly to the House of Arch. If he doesn’t go quickly, he might fall over, and that will simply not do.*

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash is at the bar, idly flipping the pages of a book.

... No, it's probably not what you're thinking. It's actually a book of baby names.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle in bar, feeling extraordinarily blah.

He has his trusty iPod, which is being even contrarier than usual and refusing to play anything but "Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits."

Right now? He wouldn't be entirely averse to getting shot in the head. Again.

Come talk to him. He's looking a tad murderous. You wouldn't want to have that iPod's blood on your hands, would you? Of course not.

[OOC: Responses will be sporadic; mun's net access is all kinds of weird tonight.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk aren't in the bar this time around. Instead, they're outside, by the lake, sparring. A purple blade strikes against an orange run, and Jaina flashes her friend a competitive grin. Zekk matches her grin with one of his own, taking a step away from the younger Jedi before attacking with a lunge easily parried.

Feel free to interrupt the rather late training.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn approached the bar with a smile of doomful glee. She was rather perplexed when a letter appeared, better late than never, as the humans said.

She read it through and moved down the page to draft a reply. She didn't like wasting things and was glad that Random agreed on that note.

( Random )

She placed the reply on the Bar and watched it disappear. Then she ordered a bottle of Fellip nectar and sat down. Come join her?

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[badinlatin]

OOM: Back on the ship, Mal has a present for Inara.

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[flybywash]

[OOM:
The day of reckoning is here.
Let the games begin.]

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Trillian feels it too.

The fact that everyone is just a little on edge.

It's something she doesn't quite follow. And something she wished she had. But she also knew it wasn't her place -- not the way Antar wasn't but she could step in and make a difference, but that it really just wasn't her place.

Now she's here for her friends.

Well. And, as always, for her work -- she does have a small notepad.

But it's small.

Happy Hour!

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes in from New Orleans and heads straight behind the bar. It's actually pretty clean today, not much to straighten, and in no time she's writing the specials on the board.

It's hot in July in the Big Easy, even this late at night. So, yes, there is a theme. She's looking forward to being around the ice all evening.


Sunday Night's Specials
Frozen Pineapple Daiquiri
Frozen Blue Daiquiri
Frozen Mint Daiquiri
Hop Skip and Go Naked Punch


When that's done, she turns towards the bar and smiles.

"Can I get anybody anything?"

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[prydeful]

They enter.

That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.

They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Xander is sitting at a cozy-looking booth. He has green tea ice cream, as per Kitty's instructions, but he's also got a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a bowl of cheetos. There's a deck of cards somewhere, too.

So, dealing with the post-battle blues? Want to say hi? Having a bad night in general? Xander is in the mood to be helpful.

[OOC: Not answering tags at this time. Ping me if you want millitime or placeholder or whatever.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, drinking an orange juice and playing with a tiny black kitten.
Come say hi.

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[hello-cally.livejournal.com]

Westerly enters the bar tonight, once again carrying his pack. He smiles slightly at seeing where his bathroom door has once again led him, and takes it in stride. He gets a cup of very strong, very black coffee from the bar and selects a table.

Papers on differing subjects are soon strewn about the tabletop. Even if one goes to the end of the universe to find a place away from the rest of the world, homework shall follow, and must be done.

Feel free to interrupt our young, prickly traveller.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard enters the bar and immediately heads upstairs, without bothering to stop at the bar. Apparently something's already on his mind. After a few minutes he comes back down the stairs, a checkerboard and bag of game pieces in tow. He heads out the door to the outdoors, beginning to whistle as he heads for the lake.

[OOC: Warning for adult stuff, on account of meeting with a muse. Fear her power.]

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[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes downstairs, looking pale and tired, but, as always, well dressed. She heads over to the bar, looking like she needs some distraction...

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a Mordred in the bar, standing in front of the fire and smoking. Why? He's cagey, jittery, and his damn annoying intuition has been pinging him like mad, and he hasn't got a clue why.

Also?

He's bored. So utterly fucking bored.

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[undignified]

[oom: she's gone]

There's a Wes in a booth, possibly a vaguely dark one, with a glass of lum -- or two, or three -- and the sum total of everything he has in Milliways right now, that is his. This includes, but is perhaps not limited to (because the mun may be forgetful):

-one stuffed Ewok, Kettch, sitting opposite him;
-one small Ewok action figure, sitting on top of an upturned lum glass;
-one toy X-wing, in Rogue Squadron reds;
-one book that he can't read, but that has shiny pictures;
-one mostly-sealed package, that may or may not contain a full set of stormtrooper armour;
-one acoustic guitar, sitting across his lap;
-one pillow case half-full of clothes, including his flightsuit;
-and one note, a corner of which is poking out of his shirt pocket.

He's not a brilliantly happy Wes Janson. Right now, in fact, he's a rather broken Wes Janson, who lovehateswants Inyri, hateslovesneeds Hobbie, and who just wants to go home and blow something up.

Cheer up, emo pilot, or there might not be enough moping left for your bestfriendwingmateverything to do.

[ooc: oh dear, rather long thread, hmm? So: Jaina comes over with alcohol, without Zekk, and asks what's up. After some obligatory side-stepping, Wes tells her. Then they wander off into a talk about Jag and fighting and "Fel's not blue", and round it off with some politics. Yay?
Then there's a Chloe, and canon-talk, and yep, Wes is still Bound, and Smallville is weird, and then everything gets a little bit meta argumentative and this mun is, once again, thankful that one Lea Ryze isn't canon.
Finally, Sam appears, with tea, and questions. Because yes, someone made Wes's decision for him, and it's his own fault, and then there's some Sam!angst, and Wes will be fine because he is a great person, and Sam is always there to talk to.
Oh, and does it amuse anyone else that so many of Wes's friends inna bar are female?]

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[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In Room 135
After his unpleasant experience at the hands of Raven, Holmes goes to April. Comfort is not what he finds. Millitimed to last night.]

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[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

There was, for once, no music coming from the plane by the lake. There was only silence - almost a resigned silence. He had grounded himself intentionally.

But even that strange sky above still held its appeal.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy wanders downstairs, grabbing herself a Diet Coke and finding someplace to sit and watch people.

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Very out of Milliways. Roland Deschain, in New York City for his palaver with the heads of the Tet Corporation, visits the rose at 2 Hammarskjold Plaza and picks up a message from mo cuishle an old friend.]

the joined re-entrance of tim and kon!

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

So, right. Kon hasn't been in the bar for a month because he's been isolating himself, and it must have been inclined to agree with him and not call him in, either. Probably because he would have just turned around and walked right back out. But recently, he's been contacted by two people close to him: first Raven, and then Tim. And he's not intending on isolating himself anymore.

He's not even thinking about the bar, yet. He hasn't had the time. But heading out of this with Tim, intending on going back to the house... well. The bar snuck up on them, as it tends to do. And the barn door, instead of yielding the outside, yielded a bar instead.

"...dude." Kon blinks in surprise, just staring for a moment. "This isn't where we're supposed to be..."

Not that he's complaining.

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[the_antiangst]

And there's Angel.
No, no, over there. At one of the tables near Bar, eating pizza and people-watching.
Someone's in a good mood.

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[sane-bombardier.livejournal.com]

Yossarian is at the Bar.

He's sitting with his eyes shut, an ice cream soda at his elbow, pressing the heals of his hands against his eyelids and watching the pretty colored dots that appear. He's bored, can you tell?

He's been around, just...quiet. And has also heard about people going off to fight for a planet, so has been surreptitiously avoiding anyone that looks like they might recruit him.