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[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper walked downstairs, his eyes looking a little moist. For a moment, he looked around the room, perhaps thinking, perhaps taking things in.

There was the table he met Wash. There was where he met Ray and Duo, and there at the bar, he met that kid Al--that weird little kid that was so nice Harper should have hated him but didn't--and over there was where he met Trillian, and at that table, he met the second Green Arrow, the superhero, in the flesh.

Then the moment of staring was over, and he left a flexie with the bar, and walked upstairs again.

In his room, there were the sounds of tinkering, nervous breathing, fingers tapping on a flexie, making some last minute calculations.

There was silence as Harper stroked his rabbit's foot for good luck, where it hung on the chain around his neck.

Finally there was a hum, and a flash of light under the door and Harper was gone.

That was it.

That was his big exit.

Seamus Harper didn't do goodbyes. He didn't leave places.

He ran.

The flexie he'd left with the bar held the only thing even resembling a goodbye. It was addressed to ( Duo. )

Seamus Harper would be back, of course, not that he knew it.

In the meantime, he'd just experience what was singularly the most horrible, catastrophic tragedy in his short, already-tragic life.

His canon.

[OOC: Cont. here.

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman is at the bar, paying off a portion of his bar tab.

If nothing else, Milliways is a very useful place to clear one's pockets of loose change.

His tab somewhat reduced, though not eliminated entirely, he orders a dry sherry. His mouth quirks in slight exasperation when the glass of sherry appears, since it comes complete with a neon-green paper umbrella -- tilted at a jaunty angle.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Chicago, Oak Street Beach.]

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[aj_crawley]

Crowley's in the bar - and actually relaxing, for once, instead of poring over Academy plans or sitting with his eyes glued to the door.

Well, for a given value of 'relaxing'. He doesn't exactly look to be in the best mood ever.

I bet you're wondering why.

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[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

*Cort looks a little haggard as he comes in.

He looks around.

And he sees someone he's palavered with once or twice before.

Without making a stop at the bar, Cort hurries over.*

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[blue_ajah]

[From here.]

Moiraine watches as Cort leaves Milliways, pulling the door shut behind him, and there is visible surprise in the dark eyes.

After a moment, she collects her things and then rises from her seat. Acting on his advice, the Aes Sedai glides across the bar and goes upstairs.

To room 99, to see what may be found.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Attack of the Return of the Bride of the Anthy OOM's Revenge's Son.

I am a rack, I am an island: In which an elevator is employed, and gratuitously surrealist imagery replaces coatracks.
End of the World is PEOPLE!: In which fairy tales are considered an acceptable source in debate.

Situations and dialogue lifted from canon; I make no profit except the puddles of brains on my floor.

Warning: non-graphic mullet.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[More OOMs! This so totally didn't need to be a separate post; sorry.

There is no spoon: In which redecorating is frowned upon.
Absolute destiny commercial break: In which A-ko, B-ko, and C-ko offer helpful commentary.
Shoumetsu: In which history is not rewritten.

Split into units known as "whatever length for which Shati's attention span held up."]

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[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

The fox trots into the bar from the lake. He has a cattail reed in his mouth. You can watch him trot along the floor and wonder, or you can try figuring out what he's doing with it. Either way, he's just made your night a lot more fuzzy and orange, hasn't he?

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is in the bar with the usual amount of implicated doom. It sort of hovers around him like an aura or something. At the moment, he has no plot, and is thus rendered even more dangerous. Scarier still, he has TEA.

The tea is scary because it means he isn't trying to disown his dark side by drowning it in alcohol. It may mean the dark side is sleeping, or it may mean it's fingering the knife.

Care to take a gamble and poke at the Traitor Betrayed?

OOM: On Serenity

[awesome_lilly]

[Millitimed to just after visiting Kooshbert, Monday night: Lilly and Alain spend some time together on Serenity. They may also get totally busted.]

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch?

For some reason, she's down in the bar now.

Good question why.

She probably won't know, if you ask her.

But her hair is pink, now.

Harper OOM The First

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Harper has nightmares, after witnessing the destruction of his home planet.]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOM: Aboard Serenity - Aziraphael arrives for Crowley]

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[In The Cells: Naraht's condition deteriorates.]

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...Barry Allen?

Yes, it's Barry Allen, the fastest man alive (even when dead).

Barry Allen, who would never actually be confused with neither bird nor plane nor even frog...

...who is currently outside, on his new skaterug, slowly getting the hang of it, but also having a great time.

...And who is finally getting to do the one thing he never could before. He gets to fly.

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[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

More over-dressed females in the bar. This one happens to be Buffy, getting soda, with a stereotypically short entrance post. She seems to be in an okay mood.

Birthday

[gris_bug_man]

When Grissom entered the bar this morning, it was with a deep sense of forboding. After twenty five years as a criminalist, he knew better than to ignore his first instincts.

Only when the Bar gave him a dated crossword puzzle along with his coffee did he understand why he felt so uneasy.

Today is my birthday.

Sara knows my birthday.

Such a revelation probably explains the look of anticipatory dread on his face.

[ooc: Post gifts/harassment as you like. Slowtime needed at 10:00 CST.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

There is a Sara inna bar. Very self satisfied judging by the smirk on her face.

Feel free to pester.

[ooc: Slowtime for class at 10:00am CST]

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

Ryan sits at the bar with a cigarette, a cup of coffee, a half eaten sandwich and a pensive expression.

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[gone_byebye]

There will be no Hulk slippers today. Ray is getting breakfast- something portable- and heading down to the cells to check on Naraht. Likely he'll be there until the Horta awakes. After that, whatever he plans on doing for the day seems to involve his usual steel-toed work boots (usual for a day of busting in New York, not usual for Milliways).

He's still about, more or less, at least for the moment.

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

Chase, yawning, slouches down the stairs and takes a seat at the bar. "Just coffee and some toast, thanks."

The Bar obliges. Next to the toast, however, a small cupcake with a candle on it also materializes, with the number 27 written on it in frosting.

Chase blinks. It takes a few sips of coffee for this to register.

"Oh!" He grins, and bites into the cupcake. "Thanks, Bar."

Anyone want to come wish Chase a happy birthday?

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Weaving again.

Down here, at the bar, weaving again. This? Is exceedingly annoying. For one thing, I can only get a bite of my lunch every few minutes or so inbetween my work. And for another, I've now got a grand total of legs on this damn thing... and some stars. That's about it.

I've never said this before, but please come and distract me.

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[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's back at her booth, furiously writing.

That magazine will feel the Wrath of Demosthenes, for certain, and also of Trillian, astrophysicist and friend.

She also has a glass of merlot. Yes, before noon.

Perhaps it's inspiration.

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[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Behind the bar, a red unicorn mare is conducting a survey of the local plant life. Not for eating, by the look of things; she's sniffing, eyeing, and occasionally even nipping very lightly, but she doesn't seem to be eating anything in earnest.

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[cywyllog]

A Welsh princess walks into a bar. Unfortunately, a bar is not what she remembers that particular door leading to, so she is understandlby confused.

After confirming the door she entered does indeed lead to and from a bar, she sits in the nearest empty chair, visibly shaken.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[In The Cells: Barry and Guppy pay Naraht a visit.]

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Under the spreading chestnut tree the village smithy may stand, but there's no chestnut tree anywhere near the forge out back. Which is just as well. The smoke can't possibly be good for it. Despite his trying, Gimli can't even get the smoke out of his beard.

At least he tried. And came looking for lunch.

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[nita_callahan]

Nita had. . . um. . . odd dreams last night. Trillian kindly explained why.

This would be why Nita's sitting at the bar looking vaguely shell-shocked, picking at her breakfast.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

I know you're monrings have been incomplete without the dining car, so isn't it lucky there's one behind the bar right now?

Breakfast Specials
French Toast Casserole
Ulster Fry
Half a Grapefruit.

"What'll you have?"

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Fucking Teasdale

An interesting night in room 94...

[OOC: Warning for: Doom, Schmoop, Whitetext, Flirtation, and Fade to Black]

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[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Salazar Slytherin pops into Diagon Alley from just outside his Father's worn and broken castle. His Madaeze would be expecting a gift.
Salazar looks around at the various vendors until one in particular catches his eye. It is a rather rustic and middle eastern looking set-up, a tented stall with a door. On the door is the oddest design Salazar had ever seen.

He opens the door and enters. Looking around, he notes that this place looks similiar to an inn, so he tries to back out before he could be seen.


[ooc: Amendment: The Founders will each have a single new post for the other patrons to bug them in, okay? Please don't reply to this, say thank ya.]

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Adorable former bandaid in the bar...
Have at...*

Recap of plot and link to OOM

[theravenboy]

[Sometime last week, Guinevere got a shawl from Blodwen Rowlands. It was a comfortable shawl. Really, it was rather too comfortable. Bran found out about the gift and came to Milliways in a wild rage. He lost his temper and control of his magic in front of Blodwen Rowlands and Merriman Lyon.

A day or two after that, Bran returned to Milliways in search of his mother. After a brief detour at Lilly and Mel's housewarming party, he found her.]

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[jack_inthegreen]

Through the front door from New York comes the man in green, satchel by his side. He also has, under one arm, a square, brightly-wrapped package.

He looks around for a particular person, but he's always willing to talk. Or sketch. Or listen. Or give you an apple.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*" Want to fly? Try a Skate Rug, A Hunter Product."

Yup, Tims at it again.*

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[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

A. Loki. In. Bar. Is. The.

Shaken, not stirred.

OOM The Last

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Harper dies.]

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

Astarael enters not sure why she is there.
And then Bar offers her a cup of graf.
She turns and walks back out the door.

Haha, Gotcha.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Harper lives.]

Millitimed to earlier this morning...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is in the bar, with a notebook and a pen. If she weren't sitting down, she'd probably be bouncing, and it's not being helped by the coffee she's drinking.

But learning new things is always quite exciting, isn't it?


[OOC: post locked to Svava, please. Will have open post momentarily.]

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[latino_menace]

Yes, he's back. And here's his entrance post to prove it, as if the tequila and cigar smoke don't give the game away. Or the extremely smug look on his face.

Anyone's free to have at.

[OOC: Only around for a couple of hours, just wanted to post him in so his return is official.]

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[silver-dante.livejournal.com]

Dante sits in a corner of the bar, watching the patrons around the room, and ondering things he could do.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's back in his corner booth. He's still reading Wuthering Heights, but his mind is clearly elsewhere.

He might be directing the occasional wistful glance at a certain birthday boy sitting at the bar.

...No, not Grissom. The other one.

He should probably be distracted. This isn't a particularly healthy pastime for him.

[OOC: 5:00 EST--Mun leaving work; should be home in about an hour, hopefully.]

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch.

Bar.

Holding a Doberman puppy in her lap.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn enters the bar wearing the dress from yesterday. mostly due to the fact that the mun had to unexpectedly go and deleted the entry post.

So, there is a very over-dressed Aeryn reading a book on baby care. If you're going to poke fun, she's in quite a good mood. Almost as happy as she looks in fact. Have at.

[OOC: Should be here for a long time. Probably until about 7 or 8 GMT]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a slightly violet deity by the fireplace.

Asar-Suti has coffee, and is reading a book.

It's still the one with the grey dustjacket.

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[highflyin-scott.livejournal.com]

Nathan is planning. And he is doing so with a smile on his place. What's he planning? His upcoming date with Claire.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite in the bar.

Eating eggs benedict. With roast tomato.

Breakfast IS the first meal of the day, after all. And he didn't bother with that or lunch, so...

But my, doesn't he look cheerful. Come say hello?

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[alwaysroomforhope]

There is a Steph in a booth, head buried in her hands and what is visible of her face bright crimson, chanting to herself "You idiot, you idiot, you idiot." Please, someone, distract her? Teenage love is a painful thing.

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[undignified]

Sitting at the bar, with a full glass of lum in front of him, is--

...a life-size stuffed Ewok.

With an Aurebesh sign in front of him that reads, "Hello! My name's Lieutenant Kettch. Would you like a drink?"

For those that don't read Aurebesh -- because Kettch is a caring, sharing Ewok -- there's a very rough sketch of an Ewok handing a humanoid something a drink.

Free lum, anyone?

(There is also, at a table not-too-nearby, a Wes. Watching. With his own glass of lum. So, inanimate object with free alcohol, or easily-amused pilot? Your choice.)

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

And there's a seven-tailed kitsune, perched up on one of those high chairs you find at bars, peering over a dismantled gadget spread out on one of those equally high tables. She's in her usual garb of a silver jumpsuit and utility belt, and her usual form of humanish, with fox ears and tail. Though today its tails, and all seven hang over the seat of the chair, with the occassional twitch running through them as she figures something interesting in her tinkering.

((Mun is off for a family emergency))

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck, actually, is in the bar.

His mun is more than a little idiotic today.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs for her barmaiding shift.


She'll be happy to serve you!

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is sitting under a tree with Seth today. It's not yet dusk, but the sun isn't nearly so bright out there, and well, it's much cooler than New Orleans.

She's in a pretty good mood too, and thus, so is Seth.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton in a booth, looking distinctly distracted and tired. Come, poke him with a stick and trigger an interesting demonstration of just how bad a mood he is in.

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[steadfastknight]

Kitt entered with a slow blink. He'd been expecting the real estate office, but this, he supposed, was just as good. He could get anything from the bar, after all - and he told Michael he'd research apartment rentals. So he went to the bar and ordered lemonade and brochures.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

Whump goes the back door, and in drives a rather muddy Trans Am. It seems that someone's been spending most of his time outside lately. KARR drives in, his scanner moving steadily-not that it's easily seen. The mud even goes up over most of his scanner, and only a few flashes of yellow can be seen now and then beneath the spots of brown. He turns, leaving muddy tracks in his wake as he heads for his favorite corner, intending to settle down and watch for anyone he knows.

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[simply-sera.livejournal.com]

Sera's in the bar, a small smile on her face, as she reads through a datapad that came with her caff. It's of a slander paper from Coruscant, and she's reading all the horrid details of star's lives.

She's never been one for that, but she finds it sort of...reassuring now.

Come and chat.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

There are a couple of bughuggers sitting at a booth, along with an altha protein drink and glass of blue milk. Zekk has an arm around Jaina as she leans her head against his shoulder, flipping through the last few chapters of Ender's Game. Zekk, meanwhile, is studying the dejarik board in front of him, still trying to get a handle on the game.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace, in a bar.

Sitting (in a nominal sort of sense) in her big comfy chair by the fire. Actually, she's upside-down, with her knees hooked over the back of the chair. She decided to get comfortable, since the Bar decided to give her odd reading material.

No way in heck would she ask for 'Theoretical Time Physics: Changes in the Fourth Dimension'. However, she couldn't seem to get anything else, so she's going to look at the pictures, at least.

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom hasn't been in the bar for more days than he's ever been gone. He looks haggard, haunted, and angry as he posts a poster of Door, smiling and waving with Ingress, on the notice board.

The sign reads: Lady Door of the House of Arch has gone missing. If she should come to the bar, notify me, Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch immediately, via a bar owl. We're desperate for her return.

Tom sees Hunter and makes a beeline to her.

OOC: I wanted so much to have fun with evil!Tom but it was not meant to be. Please no tags. :(

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[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door, and sits down on a stool, with coffee.

She looks slightly damp - it's rainy in Paris - and rather tired, but cheerful enough. It's good to be off her feet.*

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[hellobugbite]

Hobbie, in a booth, sitting with his back up against the wall and his legs stretched out on the bench. Two mugs are on the table in front of him, one empty, the other half full of what is by this point stone cold caf.

Beside the mugs are his platoon of yellow army men, all arrayed in a desperate battle against the looming evil of the salt and pepper shakers.

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[gone_byebye]

When Naraht finally fell back to sleep earlier, Ray slipped out of the cells and headed upstairs. He had a few words with the Bar, and then went the rest of the way upstairs.

He's been up there all day. Now he's in the main Bar with schmutz on his hands and pants and face and his short fuzzy hair stuck together in a few places. He's got a small dinner and a big green drink.

Long day, eh?

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[In The Cells: Naraht has another dream]

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[badinlatin]

OOMs: Mal's note to River, and much later, Mal makes an offer to the crew.

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[sai_delgado]

The same, and yet not the same, now.

Susan Delgado curls up on the couch by the fireplace, with hot chocolate. She doesn't seem unhappy, just thoughtful-- or a little tired, mayhap.

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[creator_raven]

There is a man-shaped bird sitting at a table, scrawling away into a notebook, and occasionally making complex shapes with a bit of twine.

He looks vaguely irritated, and a little impatient.

Also, there are cookies, and a pitcher of lemonade.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was at the bar, she had a chocolate cherry float, and had finally decided to try the paradoxes. Though the fact that they were multicolored had stopped her from eating them just yet, though if anyone asked, she'd blame the fact that they were still too hot.

She scanned the room, just making note of anyone she hadn't seen yet, and anyone she had, and then halving each group into those she would, or had, talk to.

Someone come let her know that the paradoxes won't bite back. Even if they are multicolored.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is seated at his usual booth, perched on the edge of the chair. His arms are wrapped around a rather thick iron staff with a clawed end. It's new, but already he likes it, despite the weight. It adds just enough mysitcism to the three piece suit, blended nicely. For some reason, his cards are on the table. They just felt like coming out. So, if you want a reading, a flying lesson, or to just talk to Tim, feel free.*

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After this - Montparnasse only on this current thread please.]

Aeryn and Montparnasse are walking by the lake. She didn't really want to be near him, but life works in mysterious ways. She wanted Atton to think she wanted to be with Montparnasse and so it was necessary to be around him. His company wasn't the worst way to spend a sad and lonely night, so she was happy enough. Except that she wasn't really happy, not at all.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, on the piano. Jazz tonight. At the moment, 'God Bless The Child,' and she's singing along.

Her Security Badge is clipped to her shirt, and her hair is braided again.

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[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

Hunter is seated at a table that provides a good view of both the bar in general and the painting to the House of Arch in particular.

It is almost a habit, now.

Today, because she has been feeling vaguely discomfited, she brought the spear with her. It is propped against the table, in easy reach.

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[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

She is in the bar again.

She has been here before. A single appearance did not break the confines of this fragile space, nor a second, but a third?? How does the immensity of her presnce not overwhelm all who see her?

...they might not all be looking at the right places, but it would be difficult to miss them.

She is sitting at the bar again, with a cigarette and a glass of cheap brandy.

Come and do worship, ye sinners. Come and be corrupted, ye saints. She isn't picky.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

It's the usual, vicious, pernicious, prurient inna bar.

He's in his booth as usual, with a book that bar gave him with his water. He is paging through the book and scowling.
Obviously not something he asked for.

Come over and distract him before he destroys the poor helpless book.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. How surprising, really. At the moment, she's leaning back on a chair, her hair in a braid, falling off the back of the chair, and skimming the ground. She's looking rather pensive, and rocking back in the chair every so often. There's a notebook open in front of her, the writing Aurebesh, but Italian. Whoops?

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[prydeful]

It is a known fact that a mun who once rpsterbates will, in fact, give in to rpsterbating again, even if she had sworn never to, for the sake of her sanity.

This may be why Kitty is sitting with Sunny on her lap, an amused expression on her face.

The amused expression may be caused by the fact that Sunny is reading to her Alice in Wonderland, pausing now and again to babble about one part of the story or another.

Pretend there's an appropriate icon here for this scene.

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[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

Abs is in a booth, with a pint, reading what would appear to be a nursing magasine, but is actually concealing a copy of The Beano.
Seeing as he hardly knows anyone, he would be very keen to meet new people. Come say hi.

Waiter on Duty!

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

With a new icon to boot....

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

Robert is in the bar.

Ribbiting.

And people watching.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly. Bar. Coffee.

[ooc: partially plotty, ping me before tagging.]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Someone's knocking on the door. The one from Outside.

[OOC: Please do not tag unless your character will NOT open the door. :D!]

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[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Eri walks through the back door and heads for the Bar. She looks as captivating as ever*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*the mun has managed to convince Snow to head to Milliways tonight, but she managed to argue against the kids going, too. So she's finishing dinner and hoping to avoid annoying asassins*

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[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In London Below, Hunter makes use of her reputation while looking for Door.]

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

Wowbagger is in the bar. I apologize for any death from shock this causes.

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[eilinel.livejournal.com]

Eilinel Knits.

She is not Evil.

But she is sitting, and knitting ... and sipping tea, which is also not evil.

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[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren certainly isn't sneaking away from the little woman for an evening alone. He's been having evenings alone. He doesn't like them.

Even Warren knows he isn't very good company.

It's something which has been learned through experience, yet is still the lesser of two evils. But wife, Isabel, is home now. Yet Warren is in the bar.

Ah, yes. He's having thinking time. It may hurt. Just a little prick.

Thank you, I'll be here all night.

...

Not literally.