(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Naraht is sick and in isolation.]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOM: More of Anthy's Adventures in Canonland.

From here on in, unless otherwise noted, all situations and dialogue are lifted from canon. Please do not sue my ass. Or any other part of me.

Warning: canon includes semi-explicit incest.]

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[OOM: Last night in the Dreaming, after Moiraine hears of Roland's departure, she walks by the sea of tears until Dream comes to comfort her... and brings Will Stanton to help, as well. Also, in the end, a new area of the Dreaming is created.]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Saint Brieuc, Saturday morning. With apologies for my crappy French. My grammar texts are packed away for the move. I meant petit déjeuner. I did. Bah.

Rated NC-17 for sexual content and offending French maids.]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOM: Crowley on Serenity - Monday]

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[OOC: Out of Milliways -- on Serenity Jayne and Kaylee have dinner yesterday, after the Academy attack.

It doesn't exactly go well.]

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

(ooc: OOM: Tere and Eri deal with Tere's problems again, at Tere's penthouse in New York)

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom returns to the HoA; Owl to Arithon

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Sometimes 'looking like you need more sleep' and 'looking like you're in a good mood' are not nearly as incompatible as you'd think.

Ray has sugar cereal, a T-shirt from the 53rd Precinct in the Bronx (they were really grateful when the Ghostbusters got the walls to stop bleeding), and his Incredible Hulk slippers. Yeah, he looks tired and his morning reading involves advanced avionics repair textbooks with 'USED' on the spine, but other than that all would appear to be right with his world.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Forges smell. It cannot be helped. So do those who work in them. This, also, cannot be helped.

Therefore, it is probably in your better interests not to ask why Gimli (who has apparently decided on a hobbit-sized breakfast today) does not particularly reek of iron and smoke right now. You might find out.

Other things, however, are fair game.

(no subject)

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

OOM: Morning with the Alliance Fleet

Lando heads over to the Bar. After some brief deliberation, he orders an orange juice and an omelette that was once the specialty of a tapcafe he knew on Corellia. The calm of the morning in the Bar is a pleasant change from the chaos on the eve of battle. And with that one extra day till the task force heads in, Lando thinks he might be that much more tempted to enjoy that calm.

Come say hi.

[ooc: Slowtime likely as mun is busy, in theory.]

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Baker Street, 221B
A little tiff with the landlady.]

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM, Sunday night: Wash and Zoe just after the Academy.]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*After leaving a note for security, Alanna exits the staff quarters, looking for Hestia. Locating her, she smiles and gets an owl treat from Bar, offering it with a smile before giving the owl the letter to carry to Bernard. She laughs quietly when Hestia bobs her head a few times and takes flight.*

Safe travels, my lady.

*Grinning, she takes a seat at the bar.*

( Bernard Wrangle )

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOM: Crowley and River on Serenity - Monday night]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is in the bar today, a folder of her new history laid in front of her. She's filling out a form or two (or three or five), occasionally glancing back at the folder, turning a page here and there as she searches for information.

And every so often she drinks some mint-flavored tea. But you might have guessed that already.

(no subject)

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

The encounter with the god had effectively scared him. But he's tired of looking at the four walls of his room and has ventured down into the bar proper.

Will isn't looking for Sara. He isn't even looking for a fight.

(no subject)

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin is curled up in the booth in the dark corner as usual. An empty glass in front of him, head against the wall, and eyes closed. He's not asleep....he's just resting.

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Nibblet.

Bar.

Pizza.

What more does a teen sister of a slayer need?

Oh right...

Soda.

Lunch is served.

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Holmes might have entered aimlessly, had he not the express errand of collecting his chess set. As for the set, it might or might not be recoverable. Circumstances would tell. When he approached the bar, however, it offered him up the familiar board and box before he could make any request. "Scotch, if you would," he added, taking up the glass when it appeared. "Thank you."

When he tried the door again, the knob quite refused to turn, no matter how much force he exerted upon it, and he gave an unappreciative snort and found himself a table, instead. The place had done this to him once or twice, especially in his first days, to prevent him immediately leaving. No sense in panic just yet.

So just now the Bar was in possession of one mildly unsettled consulting detective, frowning over the single black feather that has--without explanation--replaced the black king of his chess set.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim has his feet up at his usual table. He advertising his skate rugs again.

" Ever wish you could fly? Do you have good reflexes? Why not try a Skate Rug, A Hunter Product."*

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[In the Cells: Naraht is getting slightly worse. Still in isolation, but, if you're not silicon-based, feel free to visit. Just wash throughly before shaking hands with any trolls afterward. ;) ]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, at a table, with lunch, her Security badge, and a contented expression.

Also a glass of iced tea, because Sawyer converted her pretty effectively.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOC: OOM: During this conversation with Jack, which started on the 7th and lasted a week, Nita and Jack -- um -- fight. They keep doing this sort of thing, it's bloody annoying. . .

Anyway. Millitimed to the day after, they make up and have dueling family!icons.]

(no subject)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe sits at the bar, drinking from her no foam latte as she reads through a copy of the Daily Planet that Bar was nice enough to provide again. She frowns at one article, but dismisses it, shaking her head. Every once in a while, she looks up from her paper, just to see what oddities she can find in Milliways today.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

It had been a couple days since Sarah had been into the bar for lunch, but here she was, little table near the observation window, half-eaten sandwich, chocolate cherry float that's been reduced mostly to foam, somewhat glazed look in her eyes, she's probably just tired, though she wouldn't object to conversation.

(mun's got a bit of time on lunch at work, escapisim is appreciated. Any missed tags will be picked up upon returning home, where even more escapisim will be needed)

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Hestia flies in (how do those owls fly so fast? I ask you.) with a few letters.*

( Kitty Pryde and Edmund Pevensie )

( Eddie Dean )

( Sir Alanna of Trebond )

( Ophelia )

( Sunny Baudelaire )

*Her letters delivered, Hestia flies out through the House of Arch with one last missive.*

( Aziraphael and Crowley )

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, in a booth, drinking a cup of tea and doing the Su Doku from The Times. He is wearing a revolting brown, orange and mustard tie. He's able to be around for a while, so he has his sign up.

The doctor is in

The tiny black kitten is asleep on his knee.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

He feels like a drink. That's why Sawyer's coming downstairs.

Until a glance around the room shows him a certain conversation going on.

He reconsiders and decides he really doesn't feel like being inside right now. Nope. He feels like being outside right now.

Sawyer walks directly out the back door and down to the lake's edge, lighting up a cigarette once he gets there.

Sun shining. Cool breeze. Good day to be outside.

Yep.

[OOC: Worky worky. You know the drill.]

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes!

And a guitar.

No, he still can't play it.

But randomly strumming it and trying to make it sound halfway decent certainly stops him thinking about other things.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders out of the kitchen and sits at the bar. She looks around for someone to talk to.*

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*Sanchez comes through her bathroom door once again. She's not sure if she wants to be at Milliways. She feels horrible and guilty. She quickly heads to the bar.*

"Umm...an adam bomb and something for a headache."

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and two small pills*

"Thanks."

*She quickly heads to a booth in the way corner. Kind of hiding away.*

Come talk to her. As long as you're not Lobo, she won't mind.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

There's a rather frustrated Jedi outside with her lightsaber and training remote. All the conversations - with Mara, Nathan, and Lando - from the past couple of days are starting to eat at her. She swings at an incoming blaster bolt, causing it to bounce the lightsaber blade somewhere into the woods.

Easiest just to practice and not to think on anything. Joiners, Jag, and Zekk, especially.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar, for the first time in more than a week.

He's drinking a very fine scotch, and smiling to himself.

Smirking, really. But we're not going to split hairs.

It's been a good week.

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

This is not the last open entrance you are looking for. There will be another.

Asmodean is down in the bar reading poetry. Poe, why do you ask?

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris sits in the bar, staring out the Observation Window and lost in thought.

[OOC: Tags might be slow as mun multitasks.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire writes, because she doesn't want to cry.]

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's still sprawled across a couch, munching the occasional tortilla chip and deeply engrossed in a book.

Yes, that is Wuthering Heights he's got his nose buried in.

No, wonders will probably never cease.

[OOC: Mun going out to dinner for a bit. Back in a few hours.]

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen jogs down the stairs, scanning the bar area for someone. Her dress is simple, knee-length, sleeveless blue dress and her hair is down. Seeing who she is looking for, she heads over.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita's practicing the piano. Good for her. The tune is simple, easily recognizable for people from a certain time.

After a little while, she starts to sing -- softly, since she's not that confident in her singing abilities still.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, do n do do
Here comes the sun and I say
It's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, do no do do
Here comes the sun and I say
It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, do n do do
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
It's all right

(no subject)

[ilducasaggio.livejournal.com]

Blink and you might've missed it: The old man's back.

He eyes the bar with something akin to suspicion. Something's off about the place--a chair where there wasn't when he'd left, new patrons with their heads bent in solemn conversation, the strange terrestrial shark that tried to accost him as he came into the bar. Cosmic chimerae, what a funny lot they are.

Stands to be expected, though; from his frame of reference, he's been gone for a little over a week, exploring the nooks and crannies of the future gradient of his timeline. Who's to say what might've transpired at the end of all worlds during his absence?

For those who might recall, he's wearing the exact same thing he was when he left the bar, some months previously--khaki slacks, a conservative black pullover sweater. He's got an "I ♥ NY" button pinned to his chest, and a jaunty blue fishing hat set at a rakish angle on his head. The book and staff are nowhere to be seen, but just because something can't be seen doesn't mean that it can't be felt; all around him comes the sound of pages rustling in a stiff wind, an alarum or a twinge against something gone out of sight, if not quiet yet mind.

Despite the niggling sensation of cognitive dissonance, though, he looks happy. He looks refreshed. He looks at one with the universe, or perhaps in amiable dialogue with a distaff relative thereof. Come see if he stays that way once he finds out how long he's really been gone.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in a booth, curled up on the seat, writing in a notebook. She looks distracted and anxious, possibly because her bed's currently occupied by an unconscious big brother. Also, there are bloodstains on her sleeves.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Q has been released.]

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, ready for her shift.

And that's all.

She'd love to help you!

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is in the bar.

On some level he always is.

Right now, however, it is the "with entrance post, player at keyboard, willing to speak to people" way.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

OOM: Oh the Woes of a Jedi

Mara's inna bar, sitting in a booth, a faraway look on her face. The happenings on Ossus earlier worried her.

Come and chat. Yes, the mun is very uncreative for entrance posts.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Lincoln is a wee bit broken.

A few days ago, he was given a copy for Trainspotting so he could study Scottish accents. He has since watched Trainspotting. He cried the first time, though for the most part he stared, horrified and unable to decipher what the actors were saying.

He took it to his room and studied it. He watched it twice more with closed captioning, the second time saying the words with Renton whenever he spoke. It unnerved him when his voice and the character's onscreen meshed so exactly. He forced himself to sit through all the weirdickyscary parts, the drug addict parts and the sex parts. (He still wasn't sold on sex yet. The more he found out, the less he wanted anything to do with it.) He reasoned that if he could stand Dr. Merrick's "nice tests," he could handle this.

Now he's sitting at the Bar, staring at the untouched pint of bitters he ordered without quite knowing why. He's sure of one thing, though, and he says it aloud to hear the strangeness of the accent in his mouth all at once.

"It's shite being Scottish."

( OOC )

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Angelina.
Bar.
Butterbeer.
Burger, chips and a side order of paradoxes.

Simple enough for you?*

(no subject)

[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

Galactic president inna bar.

Actually, sleeping inna booth, with a magazine portraying the question What in God's name is our president up to now and why won't he just abdicate already (pg. 5) lying over his face. On the seat next to him is an empty-looking glass cage, which looks as though it was supposed to have been a present for a suite-warming.

Maybe.

Why don't you wake him up and see?

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace has, by virtue of great reasoning, decided to once again be very lazy.

Thus, she's curled up in her comfy chair by the fireplace, with some paper, and a chewed pencil, and a book. The list is short, the book half read-through, and the Ace relaxed.

Where's Magic?

Exploring.

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's sitting over by the fireplace, a mouse on each shoulder.

She alternates between noting things down and handing them pieces of pretzel.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Delia with a gun. Warning for Roger!angst and whitetext]

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Yes, it is a Cap'n.

Might be hard to recognize really, as he is not wearing his traditional duster and suspenders; can't deal with 'em sitting over his fun new soon-to-be pretty scars, y'see.

Slipping his way to the Bar pretty much unnoticed - he thinks - he picks up some hot tea and finds an overstuffed chair and ottoman somewhere near the observation window.

[OOM: Mal is off for the night, as mun cannot sleep through her alarm clock again tomorrow. If one is particularly interested, tag for a slowtimed convo tomorrow.]

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

The Joker makes his appearance, singing as usual.

"Tiptoe ... through the bodies,
In the graveyard, won't you come along and
Tiptoe ... through the bodies
With ..."

He stops singing, seeing someone he recognizes.

"Well, well, well ... who do we have here?"

(no subject)

[ss-potions.livejournal.com]

At a table by the door sits a wizard, robes of black, a heavy book and a glass of wine in front of him.

Severus Snape is making notes in the margins.

He's also paying rather a lot of attention to his surroundings, but you wouldn't know it to look at him.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie with guitar, singing the Beatles.

He knows lots of songs and drinks lots of Guinness. What do these two facts have to do with each other? Well, the more he sings, the more Guinness he can pay for. Which is Omniscient Narrator's way of saying, musician inna bar. Will take requests.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's inna bar...atta booth!!

No paperwork this time, but a chocolate milkshake and what looks like a fingerprint kit and a remote control. She's cataloguing fingerprints, dog prints, hamster prints and cat prints off of the smooth back of the remote, for Tim.

Come and chat. Just don't knock over the powder.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door, and sits down at a stool with coffee and a look of some relief.

She looks like she's had a long day. Which in fact she has.*

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's been around the last couple days, really. He's just managed to avoid certain people. However, he's quite aware of the goings-on in the bar, and he's...well, maybe not in the greatest of moods, but not a wholly bad one either.

He's reading, but he's also acutely aware of what's going on around him. A certain Mexican drug lord is back in the bar, and Jack's on alert again.

(no subject)

[maladjust.livejournal.com]

Tucker is in a booth, scowling at some Hot Pockets.

Philly Steak & Cheese. Of course.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, sipping ginger ale and trying to write a letter. Mr. Pemberthy, Peter Aurelious, and Simon Perryvall are entertaining themselves, playing on the table and eating cake crumbs.

Feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Small, dark memeber of security in bar.

Yes.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard heads down the stairs and directly out to the lake. He's got a plane to meet-but that doesn't mean he can't be distracted for a bit by anyone else who happens to be out there.

(no subject)

[emersonson.livejournal.com]

Here's someone who hasn't made his presence obvious in the bar for a while.

Ramses has decided to take his meal at the Bar proper tonight, contrary to his usual habit of eating up in his room. He's in shirtsleeves tonight, rolled to the elbows, the white of the fabric bright against his bronzed skin.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

( Asar-Suti leaves a note for security )

(no subject)

[notabricklayer.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a shorter, dark-haired man in a clean blue scrub top and black jumper wanders in. He's studying his datapadd, as usual, so he doesn't notice the change of local imediately.

He's also whistling.

'Georgia on my Mind', if you were curious.

Yes, it's on key.

Someone should stop the doctor before he wanders into the Bar.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

She enters in a curl of flame, a blast of heat arching through the door. That's not uncommon, what isn't so common is the fact that she's still in costume and looking rather angry. She shouldn't be here, not in the middle of a fight. The door closes with a rather definate "thwam" though, so it seems she's to stay for a little bit.

She fights down a frustrated snarl and scoops hair away from her face. Rachel is in Milliways once more, and she'd like a glass of water.

Asmodean's Door

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

( The Door )

~*~*~*~

Asmodean is playing and singing at the piano.

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
leads me to your door.

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.

Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried.

But still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door.

Always the music.

[OOC: This is your last chance to thread with him. Have at.]

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

So many people seem to be watching the bar closely tonight.

Well, ok. Not Malcolm. He's not paying any attention at all. He's still reading the book he's been struggling to finish the past couple of days, and by god, tonight's the night he's going to finish it. Yup, it would take a *bomb* to get him to look up from it tonight.

Uhh--not that anyone should take that as a suggestion or anything.

Ok, fine, maybe he's a little distractable. Sort of.

(no subject)

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason blinks when he finds himself in the bar. He'd been planning to sit on the top of the building with his back against a gargoyle staring at nothing, but here he was.

Just great, he thinks. Happy Birthday to me.

Whatever that meant.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Still no music. The soundtrack seemed to have been put on hold. It was replaced by an insistant and quiet humming. The plane had learned much. Now, he had to assimilate it all.

His origins were far different than he had imagined.

But that made nothing balance as it should. He needed to know more.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

One forth of Patron-Minette in the bar. Luckily it is the prettiest quarter. Just forget that he's also the cruelest.
This being the case, he is sitting on a bar stool smirking to himself and people watching.
Why not come say hello?

Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

George walks behind the bar.

He glances at the special's board, jots some things down and then announces.

"Tonight's specials are: chicken wings with black bean sauce, korean style barbecued beef, and strawberry shortcake. Tonight's drinks are, the Jack Hammer, Junior Mint and Just Peachy ."

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

One day Ray is going to get enough sleep without even trying.

Until then, he's got dinner and a book on advanced composites. Whee!

(no subject)

[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam meanders down the stairs from room seven.
Well, I feel like I’ve had a very long nap. Wonder what I’ve missed.

She sits down at the bar. “Um. Something cold.”
A sorbet appears in front of her.
Sam blinks. Remind me to be more specific next time.

(no subject)

[mommywitch.livejournal.com]

Look out, witch in the bar.
Witch who’s still getting used to the fact that she can’t kill the bad guy, even.
But, all that considered, she seems pretty calm.
She probably wouldn’t bite if someone talked to her.

…probably.

(no subject)

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

Harold is in the corner of the bar, purple crayon in hand, quietly amusing himself. He might have been there for hours without anyone noticing him.

He looks a little lonely, to tell you the truth.

(no subject)

[bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com]

A large, stripped, orange tabby cat comes strolling through the bar door.
This doesn't look like the living room. Wonder if Jon got his cousin to redecorate again.
...no. Much to interesting for any of his cousins.
Guess I'm not at home.

Oh well. I wonder how to get some food in this place.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

So much for the cleanliness of earlier in the day. Gimli went back to the forge after meeting that peculiar fellow with the attitude, and did several hours of good, honest work. Now it's time for dinner, and possibly hunting down people he might owe commissions to.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is sprawled in a booth, lazily watching a candle flame.

He is idly toying with a length of string, and apparently playing cat's cradle, or some variation of the thing.

The shape of the flame changes as he fiddles with the thread.

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is outside by the lake, wearing a black tank top and jeans. Oh, and a pair of black wings taller than him. He's perched on a rock, soaking up the late evening sun.

His eyes are closed, and he's smiling.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In Serenity's infirmary, Cuthbert gets visitors.]

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

OOM: Door in Shepherd's Bush

Computar virus plot guys, ahoy!

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: 95 Somebody makes a mysterious phone call.]

Windows 95 enters from her room, and makes her way to the usual barstool, orders the usual RAM. She scans the room for interesting people to talk to.

And infect. Don't forget that.

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the bar, taking orders.

Have at!

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar from her new suite in the Staff Quarters, which still has no furniture but does have all her training equipment and weapons and such.

As a result, her knuckles are once again a bit bruised from the heavy bag.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is sitting at the Bar, with soda and tabasco fries.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: After hearing news about the attempts on Door's life from Arithon, Tom confronts the Earl

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[OOM: In the Dreaming, Moiraine makes a discovery.]

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra sits with her drink infront of her and a mindless book before her. It was a soda pop, not water or juice like she usualy drinks. IT has caffine in it too!

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[From here.]

The air shades from transparent into blue as she fades into existence within the bar. Moiraine is carrying a journal, and the Aes Sedai appears outwardly composed.

This evening, she requests a glass of white wine directly from the Bar, and then glides over to sit in an out-of-the-way booth, instead of at her usual table.

There she opens her journal and begins to read something that has been placed within it, studying each word with extreme care and intent focus.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, in a booth. He's not wearing the revolting tie, but his best one, a smart blue one. He is carrying a bunch of pretty pink flowers, and the kitten is sitting in his pocket.
He stares at the trilobite tank, waiting for Helen and thinking.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Enters one Czarnian. In a damn very good mood.

Lobo makes his way to the counter, and drops a couple rolls of galactic credits, clearing his tab, and adding a healthy amount of credit.

"Booze me, babe."

He takes the mug of some alcoholic mix, and drinks. "Damn good..."

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's sitting at a table with a pile of quasi-important looking papers around her in a strange language, some with the Royal Antarian Seal. Might she actually be doing some work? Probably. She probably needs distraction, as she just spilled tea all over one of them. Hope that wasn't important.

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[mogget_cat]

*Kitty.*

*Um... well, not'kitty.*

*Over there, on the bar.*

*Go give him a scritch/pet/stroke/fish/whathaveyou.*

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Look, it's a Cuthbert!

More specifically, it's a Cuthbert stretched out on the couch by the fire, with a mug of coffee and a bowl of fried paradoxes within easy reach. The "within easy reach" seems to be the key phrase in that statement, considering that even if he felt like trying to get up, Susan's stationed in a chair not far off.

He doesn't look bad, for someone who took a bullet to the gut two days ago.

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max is in the bar.

Max has food.

It has tabasco on it, obviously.

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[duke-roger.livejournal.com]

Roger sweeps in and seats himself on a barstool, looking thoughtful, and orders himself a large tankard of something clear and viscuous.

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[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Al is back.

He just can't resist those milkshakes.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's sitting at a table in the bar. Singing. What a surprise. Really.

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love. Seasons of love!

Bug him, please!

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[theravenboy]

Bran Davies and his harp have come to Milliways.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is curled catlike in a chair by the fire, shirt collar turned up. It's not that there's anything left to hide, as the marks have mostly faded ... but it feels better that way.

Pensive? He knows no pensive.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian ... because why not.

At a booth.

Sitting.

Reading a magazine interview with Zaphod Beeblebrox, and giggling.