(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a vampire executioner in the bar. She's sitting down with a book in her lap and a water next to her. Slightly restless and bored looking.

Come poke her with a stick.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: Meeting of Minds pt.4]

Rachel's back, again, and looking troubled. She's sipping a drink at the bar and staring at Bar's lovely wood grain, mulling things over...

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is sitting at the bar, sipping a milkshake and watching the patrons with an almost alarming level of intensity. She doesn't quite seem to be aware of it, either. Feel free to inform her. Or yell at her for staring. Or poke her in general. (She might even be willing to share the milkshake)

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Sheila is on the couch by the fire.

But she's asleep.

This may or may not be healthy. Considering her friends ... probably not.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*SO! One mun looking for a distraction, leads to one witch apperating into the bar for a drink.*

Butterbeer please Bar. And some-

*The drink appears along with a side order of paradoxes. Angie blinks.*

Either you can read minds or you know me too well. Thanks hun.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[In The Cells: Naraht requires radical measures to save his life.]

(no subject)

[maladjust.livejournal.com]

Forget what you think you know. Forget what your mother told you when she tucked you in at night, forget that 98% of the time he's sulky and emo! This is Tucker Wells in a good mood.

Why yes, he did get laid the other day, thank you for asking.

He's sitting in a booth with a couple slices of pizza -- plain cheese, no weird toppings, thin crust, not too much grease -- and a Coke.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

One (01) Scourge of the Universe, sitting by the observation window, feet propped up on a table, chuckling at the sight of planets and stars and so on collapsing into nothing, while drinking some near-deadly-strong form of booze.

Do you feel lucky?

(Lobo charms the ladies, Anita, Erato, and Wonder Girl II. Warning for profanity, rude language, general Loboness, R to X stuff, and possibility of horrible puns. Read at your own risk! :D :P )

(no subject)

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason briskly enters the bar and makes a bee-line for the blonde girl sitting on a table. With any luck, he can use smirks and grumpiness to avoid talking about last night. Heh. Yeah right.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

The plane was, as ever, out beside the lake. It was morning and his hull faintly shimmered not only with metal but with a faint glaze of dew. Music was playing softly over his loudspeakers.

I'm taking a chance
This could be different
This could be all I've waited for

He was a bit impatient, but more resigned. He'd not made the effort to see anyone in days, and had come to be used to company of some sort.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There's a hoverchair coming down the stairs, and, look out Milliways, a mermaid is riding it. She cuts an interesting figure with her slightly reddish-blond hair, her golden tail and the too-large flannel shirt (knotted in front instead of buttoned) that she's wearing in lieu of the seashell bra used in storybooks to keep from outraging the censors.

But this isn't a newcomer to Milliways. Naraht has woken up for his/her first day in her new body. She's looking for breakfast, but wouldn't be adverse to company.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is outside, having her early morning swim.

If you didn't see her passing through the bar on the way out, that's because she didn't. Balconies, apparantly, make rocketship diving boards.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli has been hard at work for much of yesterday. When he left off and went to sleep is unclear, as is whether he was here or at the forges in Mount Etna. He was working this morning, too, but this much is definite: it was behind Milliways, and it's over for the moment, because he enters through the back door. A glance at the message board puts a small scowl on his face. He scrambles up onto one of the bar stools.

"Mistress Bar," he says. "while I wouldn't object to a decent breakfast, I find myself in need of some means of practicing the reading of English until the next time I see Indiana Jones."

There is a pause. The breakfast (it's fried- does it matter what's in it?) materializes.

So does a hard-cover, leather bound volume. The quick of eye will notice, as Gimli picks it up and flips through it, that it has several maps- and, in the very back, a chart of the Tengwar. Gimli smiles. "Ah," he says. "A translation of the familiar. My thanks, mistress Bar."

With that, he heads for a table, armed with breakfast and his shiny new copy of The Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Morning. Should've gone home last night. Didn't. Why-

oh, right, mermaid. Yeah, that made sense.

Down to the bar, quick discussion of Holtzmann field technology, up to the old room. Back down again.

"Bar, if I could have- oh, let's say, about this much transparent aluminum-" He slides a piece of paper across the bar top. "And the welding equipment and amendments to put it together with, and a handtruck or something to move it outside with, I'd be much obliged."

When the stuff arrives, Ray loads it up onto the hand truck and trundles out to where welding is more safely done than here. Behind the Bar.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is a shape on the couch, lounging masterfully. It is Comfort made flesh, as it were.*

*The not'cat is in the bar.*

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle is lounging in a booth, reading. Nothing out of the ordinary.

He toys with the headphones of his iPod before putting them in, steeling himself and selecting "Streets of Philadelphia."

And it actually starts playing. Without ceremony, or pause, or detours into lewd Broadway musical soundtracks.

Come ask him why he's laughing delightedly.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter and Johnny had talked recently, and they were now both in the bar. The psychologist was sipping a mug of coffee, and going over his notes, while the psychic idly munched on some breakfast.

They both were watching the area as well.

Feel free to bother the two oddly skeptical men.

(no subject)

[red_notebooks]

Jarod is sitting at the bar, drinking a milkshake and reading the ingredients on the side of a can of SPAM.


You could ask him why...

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

A wise woman once told a lonely temp that she "must be bored" when she asked for a way to connect to the company's, er, intranets. And she was right. The temp was bored. Thus, with the help of a trusty IT man, the temp was able to connect to the...intranets and throw her pup inna bar.

Which is to say, in a non-meta way, that Tony was sitting outside, appearing, in all manner of ways, to be asleep. Someone wake him up.

[ ooc: mun should be here until five p.m. EDT, barring the hourlong lunch break at noon. she is, of course, at work, so expect the occasional slow tag ]

(no subject)

[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Eri is back in the bar, looking mid-day casual, but somehow still unbelievably gorgeous. She's settled on a barstool re-reading Shakespeare's sonnets and sighing occasionally*

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk are outside, by the lake. After doing a couple of laps around the lake's perimeter for warm up, the two Jedi set up a couple of training remotes for practice. Right now, Jaina's standing on the side, watching as Zekk works to deflect an array of remotes heading his way. She occasional nudges him arm with the Force, or sends commands through their mental connections.

Feel free to interrupt their practice. Breaks are always welcomed.

OOM: Moving through canon

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I should have done this before I brought older!Tahiri in, but better late than never, aye? Milltimed to after this post and before this one.
Also, as random note to avoid spamming: I'm having internet problems at home so Rufio, Tahiri and Jag won't be in the bar again until I get things straightened out. Say sorry.)]


[OOM: Five years is a long time.]

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg doesn't really know how to take care of flowers.

Still, there she is, in the greenhouse, with a watering can, concentrating very hard on moistening the roots without drowning them. Anthy was very clear - drowning them is bad.*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Adam and Alanna have their first swimming lesson.]

(no subject)

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Second Battle of Hoth]

Lando enterd the Bar after spending two hours celebrating the victory with his peers. A fine celebration, but a fairly dull one, since the alcohol was not that good and since Han, Chewie and Luke stayed behind at Hoth. He was ready for something else.

And thus he came in, went to the Bar, and asked for a Jamesons.

[ooc: slowtime likely in two hours]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar looking only slightly harried.

Slightly harried, very worried. You know how it goes.

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Here is Max Evans.

And here is Trillian.

Here are ... they. Sitting at a table, a particularly large one, the entire thing utterly strewn with papers in different handwritings (Max's, Trillian's, Val's and Meroin's) and languages (Antarian, English, Aurebesh-written English and Dutch), passing papers back and forth and adding stamps and notes and things.

Look, they're actually being astoundingly productive, even if you'd never take these two for government officials.

But believe it or not, they'd appreciate being interrupted.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is sitting by the Bar with a plate of tabasco-covered fries, eyeing the door speculatively.

After a little while, he gets up, opens it, and looks out.

Just to check.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara's in the bar again, those same datapads from Ossus in her hands, as she pours over them, feet tucked under her in the armchair in front of the fireplace.

The datapads are reports on how the various Jedi are doing in their training. The students were graded by the Master's Council, and the final grades would be determined by Mara and Luke themselves. Mara wanted a headstart and time to herself to figure these out.

She comes across one, and frowns. The name in the corner is of course, Ben Skywalker. She didn't understand why they kept putting his file in with the others. It's not like he could get a valid grade.

It's not like he wanted one.

So now Mara's sitting in an armchair, her forehead creased, in anger, disappointment, or maybe just sorrow. Even she's not sure.

(no subject)

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

There's a girl sitting outside by the lake. She heard something about the shark, so she's slightly disappointed she can't go swimming. Seemed like a lovely day for it. Rumor has it she talks to God sometimes, but it's been a while since she has. Being Bound totally sucks.

Feel free to join her.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Booth. Large glass of water. Tylenol.

Slightly hungover Nita.

She would rather not be tagged, as talking makes her head hurt, but yes, she is in the bar.

We return you to your regularly scheduled bar.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, staring off at nothing, apparently lost in thought. There's a half-empty cup of coffee rapidly cooling on the table beside her. She may or may not be aware of its presence, or of her surroundings in general. It's hard to tell, sometimes.

Feel free to bother her. She probably won't bite, and might be grateful for the distraction.

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

The Doctor's in the bar again.

He's taken a marker and updated the note on the notice board.

( Wanted: )

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Sanchez stumbles in through the door to the office meeting room. Missing out on another boring meeting is a good thing. She's is a semi good mood. She heads over to the bar.

"A Jamaica Kiss, please"

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and Chris takes a seat at a nearby booth*

Damn paperwork. I'm SWAT. Why does SWAT still have to do paperwork? This is bull.

She may have left the boring meeting, but the paperwork was still there.

Come bother her. She's dying for something else to do.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara has fallen asleep in a booth. It seems someone was up a little too late . . . doing research.

Yeah. Research.

If you wake her, do so at a distance.

(no subject)

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar, looking cleaned up and bohemian as anything. She's been sleeping badly, but... you wouldn't know. Unless of course you got close and noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She's got a mug of apple tea and a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich and french fries on it. She hasn't touched either, and they're getting cold.

She would definately welcome a distraction...

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There's a mermaid basking in the shallows of the lake.

Naraht has been in the water for much of the day, both getting used to the feel of the water and learning how to navigate in it. The first time she tried breathing the water was a shock, but it seems that the body's instincts take care of 99% of the work. Once her face is emmersed, her epiglottis seals off her trachea and the gill-slits open to extract oxygen from the water. When she surfaces, the process reverses.

She's still not comfortable getting out of water more than waist deep on a human, but today, all in all, has been rather good. Anyone who wanders by will find her resting with her head on the bank and a quiet smile on her face.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Krum makes preparations.]

(no subject)

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

... Fenchurch.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere is standing by the piano, waiting for her party guests*

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite- more specifically- Random in a bar.

This is still a fairly new sight.

So he's still cheerful. And likely to remain so, no matter what you throw at him. So have at!

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Barbados]

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Stephanie in the bar, perched crosslegged on a table and trying to work a crick out of her neck. She slept on the floor last night, because Dick was using her bed and she wasn't going to let him have nightmares on his own; but she's definitely gonna have to borrow a mattress tonight, because ouch.

She's got a book. It's called Still Life With Woodpecker, and she's rather amused by it, judging from the way she keeps laughing aloud.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

There is a David sitting at the bar, because there has not been a David at the bar for a while. He's putting money down, first, and ordering, second.

Someone's account is finally back in credit!

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace in a bar, iin front of the fireplace.

The book she still can't get Bar to take back is beside her.

A more interesting book of logic puzzles is half-worked through.

Come and bug her, she's probably due for a break.

(no subject)

[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Rand plods down the stairs from his room and makes his way to the bar. There is a leather case under one arm, which he juggles with a plate of food from the bar over to a table. Setting both down, he takes a mouthfull of food and opens the case, pulling out stacks of paper. They appear to be small maps and reports. He pours over them quietly while he eats, careful to avoid getting food on them, and occasionally making notes.

Happy Hour

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

It’s a bleary-eyed Tony that steps behind the bar and fixes himself a cup of coffee before going about his duties for the evening. As he’s done it several times before, Tony’s ready for business in no time, the specials written on the board. It’s a selection of various wines, one of which is chosen to attract a certain brunette…

With that, Tony turns to the crowd at large and asks, “What’ll you have?”

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse, who doesn't go by that name with many people, is sitting inna booth with his feat up, still drinking water. Come choose a name of your own for him, and compliment him on his most nefarious beverage.

Yes he'll be cranky but that's part of his charm.

(no subject)

[kiss-my-jazz.livejournal.com]

1900 is in the bar playing the piano. He looks fairly intent on it but if you want to interrupt, he won't mind. He's very friendly.

(no subject)

[solitashawk.livejournal.com]

Shayera inna bar (again). Looking pretty much just exhausted. It's been a long day. She requests the strongest drink she can think of and nurses it in silence.

For the love of all that is holy, someone please distract her. She's brooding again. That sort of thing isn't healthy in concentrated doses.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Viktor wanders in from the guest quarters, with a piece of paper in his hand. He makes a beeline for the bar.

Placing the list on the bar's surface, he asks in a low voice, "Vould it be possible for me to haff these items? On my tab."

There is a pause, as if the bar is taking a moment to ask, 'are you for real?' and then two of the three items off the list appear, in thin glass vials. Krum hurriedly puts them in his pocket.

"Ah. I vondered iff that might be a problem. I understand." He sighs. "And a black russian, please, on the rocks."

Drink in hand, he turns to watch the universe explode.

(no subject)

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Penn sits at the bar with the usual. A glass of blood and another book of poetry. This poem by Emily Dickinson. A dark poem, but something to relate to...or at least for Penn. A slight smile springs from such words.

For Death,—or rather

For Death,—or rather
For the things ’t will buy,
These put away
Life’s opportunity.
The things that Death will buy
Are Room,—Escape
From Circumstances,
And a Name.
How gifts of Life
With Death’s gifts will compare,
We know not—
For the rates stop Here.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is doing yoga by the lakeside. Something physical and disciplined is very good when your mind's in turmoil.

His shirt and shoes are off, placed carefully on his guitar case. After workout comes the reward.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, resting his head in his hand and looking down at a piece of sheet music. There's a half-eaten plate of food next to him, but he doesn't seem interested in it anymore. He's looking at the music, and his fingers tap on the table.

He's probably a little bored. His eyes occasionally dart around the room.

He wouldn't mind a different distraction.

[For 24-ways: Castle and Behrooz are bored. That pretty much sums it up. There's some talk of Behrooz's piano playing and going to alternate worlds, and the conversation ends.]

(no subject)

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

There's a killer pepperpot in the bar, doing what killer pepperpots do. Which is usually sitting around and waiting for potential clients, or at least it is in Dalek's case. It's taken to the quiet approach, and has stopped screeching at random passersby, for now anyway.

(no subject)

[fuchur-dragon.livejournal.com]

Falkor is inside the bar for a change.

He's curled up small in front of that little broom closet door between the back door and the fireplace, and trying that door over and over and over again.

Now it contains brooms, now a room with two more doors. Brooms. Doors. Brooms. Doors. But never anything else.

[[OOC: I know many of the vampires, demons and dark creatures just love the luckdragon, but this is my going-away-for-the-holidays-plot post. Please, only Falkor and Asar-Suti, plus Atreyu, Guppy and/or Gil if they happen by. Say sorry, and thanks!!]]

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason wakes on the couch and blinks lazily around the room. Satisfied that it is neither going anywhere, nor are there pesky white kitties around to bother him, he settles back down to watch the patrons.
No worries. He'll resist the temptation to eat any of them.
Come get him off his lazy ass.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

There is a dead body laid out on a couch by the fireplace.

Okay, fine, it's just Castle, and he'll wake up if you poke him. But still.

Do have at. Mun is dying of boredom.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Up for Adoption-
Litter of Kittens
Applicants must prove that an acceptable home will be provided.
We reserve the right to deny custody.
See Random.



And what do you know? A few feet away from the sign sits Random. With a wooden box.

Which is mewing.


[ooc: Random gives kittens to Lee, Roy, Johnny Smith, Slack, Angelina Johnson, and Gorlim. He doesn't give one to Parnasse, because that would be stupid. Yrael stops by, and him and the kittens discuss how best to be a cat- scritches and fish.]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is near the door, leaning on his metal staff. He's ready and available if anyone needs to talk to him about anything, or clear anything up.*

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is outside, lying in the grass and watching the stars.Yes, this is a GIP.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There is a former-Horta/current-mermaid in the bar.

She's seated in a booth with her hoverchair floating just outside. Once again, she's dressed in her scales and a blue bikini-top with a green, flannel shirt over it. Naraht has been teaching herself to swim for most of the day and she is starving.

Having been introduced to sashimi in the morning, she's ordered another tray for tonight. However, she has picked up the blob of green paste sitting at one end of the tray and is sniffing it curiously.

She is about five seconds away from popping it into her mouth.

Someone come save Naraht's tastebuds from immolation!

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard hasn't been having a good day. So far he's been shot at, chased, nearly eaten (by native wildlife, rather than Wraith, something he's rather thankful for), and has now found himself in Milliways instead of his quarters. He stares for a moment, then shakes his head-sending some twigs and leaves flying-and heads over to the bar. At least he can get a beer here.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

OOM: Tom and Ingress in the House of Arch this afternoon

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Contrary to popular belief, Sheila has an entrance post.

She's been here a while.

Combing through Bram Stoker's 'Dracula' again, the best she can. Which is not very well at all.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door, dressed, unusually, in polite, demure 1883 fashion.

She looks vastly relieved to be in Milliways, and even more relieved when she manages to find a seat with a cup of coffee.*

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

OOM: Door, on the run again

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Booth. Burger. Badge.

...didn't this entrance post get used by an ex-turtle the other day?

Oh, and book. Yay book.

Mel.

(no subject)

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

Here's something new. Zekk. Downstairs. At the bar. Without Jaina. There's a small dejarik board in front of him, a couple of the holographic monsters standing on the white and black spots, waiting for Zekk to punch in his next move.

He still can't get a handle on the game. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his lomin ale, wishing Jaina hadn't gone upstairs so early.

Someone distract him from his loneliness?

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

There is a Knight in the bar. He's having dinner and sitting at a table, not doing much else. Have at.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai steps from thin air into the room, near the bar. After collecting a cup of tea, she goes to her usual table and settles there.

Moiraine has several sealed envelopes with her, and appears to be keeping a watchful eye on the room.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Ex-demon in the bar.

It seems he's been sleeping recently, as his hair is quite ruffled and he's yawning.

The biggest giveaway however is his pajama bottoms and lack of shirt.

It's possible he's not aware of his missing articles of clothing.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

An owl flies in from the House of Arch with a letter to Alanna.

It reads:

Dear Alanna,

Arithon sed you want to come and vizit me. Can you come for tea? We can play and have tea and I can sho you my room. Maybee Door will come home wile you are here!

Arithon sed he will breeng you wen you want. Pleez come and see me becaws I am sad becaws Door is gone but she'z tuff and brave and Tom sed so.

Love,
Ingress

(no subject)

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Foxy lady in the bar.

Or Lady Fox, one of the two.

At any rate, her tails (nine, for the curious, and red) follow behind her like a bustle. She's not in sari today, having traded it for a long jean skirt and blue tank top.

All the facial "jewelry" from her icon is still in, however. She likes the jingling noise.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

There's a Rory in the bar.

She had been making her way to dinner with her grandparents, but this detour will be better than sitting through any sort of conversation with her grandma.

She walks up to the bar and settles onto a barstool while requesting a lime daquiri from Bar.

Don't let her be bored... and don't let me be bored either

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Behind the bar the fire of the forges is still burning brightly. The dwarf, it seems, requires precious little sleep. Though at some point he will require food, so when that occurs, the fires are to be banked, and Gimli will turn up in the Bar.

He's available, either way.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado is notably less outgoing and cheerful this evening than she was yesterday, and doesn't seem inclined to approach people just yet.

Particularly anyone that she doesn't already know, mayhap.

She is, however, curled up on the couch near the fireplace, hot chocolate cradled in her hands.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

The young man at the bar sat confusedly.

He wore a uniform. Most specifically, a Navy uniform. A Navy pilot's uniform.

And there was a glass of water in front of him, bedecked with straw.

He didn't know he was humming tonelessly under his breath.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, drinking coke and reading from a large book. With his other hand he is playing with the kitten with a pom-pom dangling from a stick by a piece of wool.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Wow. Ray isn't Doing Stuff.

Okay, so he's eating dinner, but he's not welding or tinkering or reading or studying or what have you. He's just eating dinner.

The Universe must be ending- oh, wait.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Wobbly Vampire Executioner in the bar, looking a touch chagrined and a little confused.

She's got a meal, and the bar has supplied a box of condoms and flavored lube.

She does not look amused.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar, enjoying his supper and generally keeping an eye on things. He's also got a book, but that's for later.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman's in the bar, and hey, look at that! It's baaaack!

Yes, the shiny gold Ghostbusters uniform is present in the bar once again. Look how shiny it is under the lights of the bar.

Come stare at Shiny! Venkman

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

A rather sweaty and tired-looking Val comes in from the back. Flopping on a bar stool, she gets a rather red glass of iced tea, and a book. The book seems to be a rather thick volume of -something-. Eying it, she just sighs and settles in to read.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly wanders into bar, does something, sits down, etc.

her entrance posts are not getting lamer and lamer, shut up!

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven had been gone for some time, but it was due to circumstances beyond her control. She'd missed this place and watching the various patrons that frequented here.

Ordering a cup of hot tea she sat in a chair and curled up a bit, holding the steaming cup in her hands, content to watch people come and go; or if they so chose to, to come and talk to her.

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[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally is in the bar staring at a blank sheet of paper.

There is a box of watercolors next to the sheet of paper and her hand rests on the table holding a paintbrush.

There is nothing on the sheet of paper and her paintbrush is dry; however, the hand holding the paintbrush is fidgeting in a nervous motion.

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[flybywash]

Wash is in his booth, nibbling his way through a plate of stir fry and looking much more alert than last time. That's probably because he's been busy getting reacquainted with the strange, foreign concept of "a good night's sleep."

Oh, yeah, and the I ♥ NY T-shirt is back. With a Hawaiian shirt over it, of course.

Some things never change.

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[collar-fetish.livejournal.com]

There was nothing abnormal about Kyle today. He was just Kyle, in the bar in his civvies. He looked a bit tired, but that wasn't too uncommon, considering his line of work.

At the moment, he was sitting at one of the booths, scribbling -- no, sketching something onto a sketchpad. It felt...nice. He hadn't been able to do so in a good while, after all.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert, in the bar, with dinner and coffee. He's noticeably more subdued than his usual self, but aside from that, it's business as usual.

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[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

Jessica saunters through the bar to the message board and hangs up a notice:


CONCERT TOMORROW!!!

One Nite Only - Milliways Bar Presents:

Jessica Rabbit

with piano by

Danny Boodman T.D. Lemon 1900

and backup vocals and solos by

Gorlim the Unhappy
Lady Tere
Lady Erato

11:15 p.m. EST

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael is sitting at the bar, resining his violin bow. A bottle of polish and a small white cloth lie on the bar next to his violin.*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's sitting at a table not too far from the bar.*

*He's toying absently with a pipe.*

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[river_meimei]

Enter the Tams.

Simon has a hand on his sister's arm, gently guiding her through the door. She's silent, still swathed in Roland's brown duster, her eyes on the floor; Simon is watching her with some concern. He looks tired, but not unhappy.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was in the bar once more, nursing another chocolate cherry float, and reading The Secret Life of Bees

So far she thought it was tripe, but she had to get to the middle before she could allow herself to stop, because sometimes books sucked at the beginning and got good at the halfway mark.

She could probably use a distraction though.

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[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

Hey, that's PeeJee.

Does she still come here?

... Guess so. She looks kind of thoughtful. Wonder what's been going on in her life lately?

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Viktor's been in the bar for a while now. Chances are you just missed him, because he's quiet.

He's sitting by the observation window, playing with the twin vials he received earlier from the bar.

They glint in the light of the exploding stars.

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[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Eri walks into the bar from her sister's New York Penthouse, working the kinks out of her neck. Tere's having a rough night. Fortunately, all the Nine are in New York, so she can leave her elder sister in their care and head off to relax. She goes to the bar and orders a Screaming Orgasm*

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's in an armchair, with tea. And a hamburger, which he's mostly neglecting in favor of... well, he wouldn't call it brooding, but it's pretty darn close.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's over by the fireplace. No, he doesn't care that it's summer.
He's got tea and paradoxes... and a plastic pickle tub (empty). That's probably new, if you haven't seen him since before the weekend.

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[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

It's Johnny in the bar. With a kitten!

Come say aww! at the cuteness. He might even take suggestions on naming the kitty.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, sipping at a milkshake. She's staring off into space, her expression distant, maybe a little lost. Feel free to come poke the X5, she won't bite.

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

OOM: Bruce and Death in Wayne Manor

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[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

So an Alpha werewolf walks into a bar...

Richard takes a seat at the bar and orders a burger and some fries. He is kindly supplied with a milkshake as well. He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood. Of course it's almost the full moon so he'll be touchy anyway. He is botherable though.

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[syfte.livejournal.com]

There's a Syfte in the bar.

Well. Maybe.

She's hidden behind her tripod.