(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is in the bar. Coffee, and some bread. A snack.

And a key in his pocket, delivered by the bar at breakfast this morning. He's keeping an eye out for Moiraine.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

There was a note in Kaylee's hammock in the engine room. A note, and a corsage. Orchids.

(After the corsage, there might have been just a little bit of dancing around.)

And it's a good thing she'd talked with Lilly, and had a look in her closet, and saw what there was to see...including a dress that looks rather like one from a movie from Earth-that-Was.

Kaylee is practically glowing as she steps into the bar in her white dress.

Everything -- everything -- is shiny.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven walks into a bar.... heh heh heh- Holding a demon bunny. Not in her hands, but with her powers. She looks around wondering where she could procure a cage from.


Aww it looks like Raven has a pet...or something.

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

In walks Henry Dean.

Looking fucking confused, because whatever the hell this place is, it sure isn't the deli. His eyes scan the crowd, look for something, anything, recognizable.

"The fuck?"

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

There's a penguin in the bar.

It's a cute penguin. It flaps! And squawks! And makes endearingly frustrated ruffly-feather faces!

And right now it seems to be looking for someone. Possibly someone who will feed it.

(no subject)

[warsgod.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Ares and Penny Say Goodbye]

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Eddie had been introduced to eating. Thus, he had gotten curious. And so there he sat, no clue that cinnamon rolls were supposed to be for breakfast, looking at one as it steamed in front of him.

It was large - taking up the entire saucer - and it took up his entire gaze.

Because it smelled wonderful.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*After this conversation, Angelina is at a bit of a loss for what to do. Viktor has stopped collecting blood- for now at least- and she doesn't think he is dangerous, but she feels that someone with some level of authority should be told, just incase. She decides to leave a note for Raph, since he's the only member of security she knows well. Bar provides the parchment and a quill and ink and she writes a quick message.*

Make sure Raph gets this please Bar.

*The parchment, quill and ink dissapear.*

( Raph )

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

And because his mun's internet has been dead for 12 hours, and really wants threads,

Montparnasse is inna bar. A booth even. Amazingly, he's no crankier than usual. Though this really isn't saying much.
Come visit the lugubrious, lascivious, pernicious, you get the point... Dandy.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith.

Booth.

Security Badge.

Sludge-coffee.

Waffles, mmmm.

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick is in the bar. Come say hi if you're so inclined.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven entered the bar carrying the cage she'd procured from somebody, inside it held one of the strange demonic bunnies that Tim had helped her catch the night before. Her team mates had been less than thrilled with the little creature, except for Starfire who had claimed there was something like it similar on her home world and insisted it was adorable. Along with the cage she brought a book with her as well as a pen.

Sitting down at a booth she set the cage down on the table and watched the little thing stare back at her balefully. Obviously it disliked captivity; opening her notebook she started to jot down some information.

Raven obviously has a new fascination with the wildlife around Millways Bar.

(no subject)

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing makes his way into the bar and takes a seat at a table. Beowulf settles on the floor at his feet until he moves over and invites the dog to sit on the bench with him. Beowulf gladly jumps up and props his head in Van Helsing's lap. Van Helsing obliges by petting the wolfhound's head.

Fade In

[all-mad.livejournal.com]

A grin appears in the rafters, holding there a moment, trying to decide what to do. Then around it fades into a existence a very large, rather skeletal cat with strange tattoos. The cat grins down at the patrons, watching them with the detached sense of boredom that cats are so good at, its tail swishing back and forth. Maybe the tail is what attracts attention to it. Who ever really looks up into the rafters anyway?

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer stomps downstairs looking particularly less talkative that usual. He's also toting a knapsack full of clothes and a letter to Eri, the latter of which he leaves with the bar. That done, he turns and walks out the door. There's no waiting to see if anyone wants to chat with him one last time before he leaves; he's not in a mood to see how few people would show up to do so.

(no subject)

[narrator-rod.livejournal.com]

There was a waft of cigarette smoke coming from a booth somewhere in the bar. If one were to take a close examination they might see a man seated with the lit cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other. He’s writing.

And yes, you can see him.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[In the cells] Jason visits Richard to figure out what's going on.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah is there behind the bar again, ready to serve the early Sunday risers.

Breakfast Specials
Apple Waffles
Mexican Breakfast Quiche
Half a grapefruit

"What'll you have?"

(no subject)

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

::Yes, Squall is still here. He's spent most of the past two months power-sulking in his room, and the rest of the time being generally invisible, waiting semi-patiently for his unBinding.

But today, he walks into the bar proper with determination. He pulls up a stool and sits heavily, leaning over the Bar. A pitcher of water and a glass appear in front of him, which he ignores, and passersby may here him muttering in an almost-desperate tone::

Okay Bar, cards on the table. What do you want from me?

::If she has any sense, she'll ignore him.::

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

And, with a mug of weak tea and a very thoroughly bookmarked copy of the Bible (also the Book of Om, in more pristine condition), Mightily Oats is at a table in the bar.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Peter has another bad dream in New York)

Peter sighed as he looked at the Bar. Crap, can't get away from this place sometimes. The door closed behind him. He turned around to check it. Locked. AGAIN.

"Fuck."

"Just because I wanted a break from this place?" He shook his head.

Well, he can still get some breakfast at least.

"Gimme the usual, hon." He said to the Bar.

Anybody want to say hi to, or annoy the re-Bound psychologist/parapsychologist?

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max.

Milliways.

Spinning his circlet - the one that goes on his head - around his wrist like a hula hoop, because he's bored.

Easily bored.

Has an entire planet to run, and instead he's sitting in Milliways Bar, spinning a circlet around his wrist like a hula hoop.

Entrance Post

[shinra-dropout.livejournal.com]

A young man sporting ridiculously spiky hair and an equally ridiculous sword on his back opens the door and sighs. This isn't the Materia shop. It seems to be some sort of inn; a surprisingly nice one, considering the part of Midgar he's in. Cloud pats his pocket; he does have some time and Gil to spare, so he might as well stop for a drink. Besides, it never hurts to chat up the numerous NPCs patrons. He takes a seat at the bar.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk sit at the bar. There are random scraps of flimsi, styluses, datapads, and a book scattered on the counter in front of them. Jaina takes a sip of her strawberry milkshake, shaking her head as she points to something on the opened page of the English-Aurebesh primer. Zekk chuckles as he writes something down on a sheet of flimsi.

Not like that.
Then what?

Jaina rolls her eyes. Apparently, English lessons aren't going so well.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara Jade-Skywalker is in an armchair, with a datapad, planning out something to do with the Woodoos at the Temple. They were the youngest group of Jedi trainees, and tomorrow, Mara herself would be teaching them.

But if she didn't think of something soon, she'd end up playing Mind Tag with them, like she usually did. She couldn't help it...she loved the children at that age.

Without looking up, she floats her glass of water over to her, takes a sip, then floats it back. Absentmindedly, she floats a small Air Cake from her plate on the table next to her, and makes it do little dances in the air, as she reads over her notes.

Come and talk to her. Or steal the air cake from the grasp of the Force.

First appearance...

[sensitive_cop]

[Pre-Milliways: Jim's apartment]


...walks into someplace a lot noisier than his bedroom.

He still has the coffee mug, so he takes a sip, closing his eyes, thinking maybe Sandburg had turned on the TV.

Nope. That wasn't it.

Which means, somehow, he's not where he's supposed to be.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, generally ignoring the bowl of stew in front of her.

She is also humming what may or may not be the tune to a Welsh lullabye.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters, finds a seat, and settles down.

Forgive the brief entrance post, his player is waiting for the pain meds to kick in.

(no subject)

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

Entrance Post:


A girl steps into the bar.

A teenager, to be more precise. Covered in sand, snow, and confetti. With a handful of Mardi Gras beads around her neck, and a canvas bag, the sort used by environmentalists (read 'hippies') to carry groceries slung over her shoulder.

Diana Hansen, Keeper, weilder of the magical caulking gun that patches the universe, is more surprised than she has been in a long time.

"Well, this isn't right..."

Just right of reality is supposed to be the Apothecary. Not...

...a bar?

Bartending!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion trots down the steps, looking chipper enough considering, and steps behind the bar. He hasn't been downstairs much; in fact, the only people he's really spoken to have been Jason and the other assorted shapeshifters. He's kept to himself, in part out of nervousness and in part knowing that he might be a little grumpy, but work was work, so here he was.

Drink Specials
Howlin'
Timber Wolf
Wolfsbane

Food Specials
Caesar Salad
Chicken/Steak Fajitas
Quesadillas
No, he doesn't know what any of them are, but they sounded good from what he'd read of the ingredients.

"What'll you have?"

(no subject)

[poyoubastard.livejournal.com]

There is a thud against the door, as of a body hitting it. The door creaks open, letting said body drop in and bounce off the floor. It is a sad, sorry thing, a man who was once a hero, reduced to this wreck, an arrow pin cushion with no eye and a face full of scars. For several minutes, the body lies there. Then it starts to shiver, the arrows dropping away, the scars fading, the eye opening. Slowly, Tacit, once called One-eye, hero of legend, stands, his body once more in its prime. He has been given another chance to fulfill his destiny. But one man remains in his mind.

"Po. You're a dead man walking."

And then he stops, taking in his suroundings. What manner of afterlife is this?

(no subject)

[silver-dante.livejournal.com]

Enters the bar by pushing open one of the doors, and looks around, before settling in his usual corner.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Peter comes downstairs from his room, looking decidedly disheveled and high as a cloud. He isn't actually high, just the happiest wer in the Bar. He sits down, and asks for a raw steak and mashed potatoes. He's now staring into space and idly playing with the potatoes, making little volcanoes and smooshing them.

Come bother, by all means.

(no subject)

[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

The bar at the end of the universe has just gained one more anthropomorphic personification.

This one is dark blue jeans, black leather boots, a red silk blouse and has her true auburn hair in a pony tail.

She hasn't been here in quite some time, but she remembers the place well.

She walks over to the bar, acquiring a glass of blush wine and a cheese sandwich, and settles down on a stool.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

There's a Lincoln with a spectacular, spectacular shirt on. Hence the icon. There's no gun to his forehead, which is a distinctly good thing.

(no subject)

[hakkai-n-jeep.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Inside the Maze]

The door closes behind him, the knob vanishing before his hand even releases it. Hakkai is instantly on alert.

A trap!

"Sanzo? Gojyo? Goku?" he calls out, hopeful that his companions might have been lured here as well. When no answer is forthcoming, he looks around the room.

Okay, Hakkai. Focus. You're wandering through the labyrinth on the seventh floor of a mystical temple lost in the mountains run by an insane imposter Sanzo priest... and you've gotten trapped in... a tavern? What the hell?

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

It seems to have been a long two weeks, Gil muses as he listens to Ratty's and Everard's account of the Milli-doings since he left.

Of course, the events are related from a rat-oriented point of view so, he knows, must be taken with a large pinch of the seasoning of your choice.

"Hmm," he grunts, "sounds as though more happened here in two weeks than in my life in the past two years. Damn, they put some effort into the angst."

As he listens he is applying charms to get the dinner sorted, he is out of the habit of cooking by hand, and yawns from time to time. He'd forgotten how firm his old mattress was so didn't sleep very well. Nothing to do with missing Sooty - oh no - he's had two years to get used to that.

Once everything is on the go - the charms will take care of it - he slouches out into the bar gets himself a pint and goes to the fireplace. There's a chair there that needs sitting in - also trilobites to feed if no one else has done it.

He sits with his head on his fist and contemplates his long human legs without a vestige of triumph.

Entrance Post

[cuban-star.livejournal.com]

After another long night singing at The Palace, Lola Martinez gets ready to head home. She grabs her things and changes before heading out the stage door.

Unfortunately, it doesn't lead to the alley way this time.

*She stumbles in*

"Huh?"

The alley? I could have sworn... A bar?

*Her eyebrow quirks and she looks around*

Well, I needed a drink anyways, but maybe...

"I shouldn't"

*She stays in one place, eyes still glancing over everything*

Anyone want to help. Pretty, lounge singer who's very confused. And maybe a little bit curious.

First entrance

[humanityscholar.livejournal.com]

There's an alien in the bar, surveying his surroundings with rather pathetic confusion.

Damn it. I thought the hallucinations were gone.

Someone please explain to poor Ethaniel where he is, bearing in mind that any uncanny resemblance to Lee Castle is purely coincidental.

...no, it's not.

An attractive entrance...

[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

Thomas Raith, formerly of the leading House of the White Court, scrounges around in the ice box for a minute before looking up with a grumble.

"Harry, we're out of beer ag--"

Blink.

Stare.

"Okay, no shortage of beer, I'm thinking, but sudden shortage of apartment."

He winces.

"Harry's going to kill me."

Entrance post

[kawaiiorihime.livejournal.com]

"This way, Ishida! Hurry!" Orihime yelled, and then blinked as she ran into the bar.

"Ano, this doesn't look like Soul Society. Ishida? Where are you?" She spun around, looking for her companion.

She then blinked, "Where am I?" Did Soul Society have a bar? Well, shinigami have to get thirsty like anyone else, right? She peered at all the people looking confused.

Then again, it's hard for Orihime not to look confused generally. That's just how Inoue Orihime is.

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie is at a table.

The table is necessary, given the papers scattered around her -- sketches in chalk and pencil, mostly, but there are a few photographs and contact sheets amidst the mess.

There's charcoal on her fingers.

Have you got a napkin she could wipe it off with?

((OOC: This will be the last time Liz is in the Bar before the invasion of the Rhineland, in all probability, so if you want a non-doomy artist, now is a good time.))

Liz learns about Ghostbusters.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Tim makes a correction. Cause he wasn't there to fix it the first time.))

*Tim strolls back into Milliways from the front door, whistling cheerfully. His iron staff is slung over one shoulder, but he occaisionally slips it off to twirl it far easier then a skinny kid like him should be able to. He stops on his way towards the bar, raising one arm. With a flap of wings, Yo-yo drops from the rafters to perch on said arm. All in all, he seems in an amazingly good mood. Wouldn't you be, if you'd just saved your mother from dying?*

Upstairs

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

( After losing a drinking game against Slack, Ash goes to find Sheila and commits a serious act of romantic faux pas. Complete with making-up-schmoop and French swearing. )

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: It's Very Hot In Barbados]

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

A girls night out. Another opportunity to get Chris in a dress. This time was worse. She let her friends pick out something for her to wear.

What was I thinking? I should have never......should have stayed at work.

Sure. It looked great on her, no doubt of that, but still...

*She stumbles into the bar, almost tripping because of the heels*

Thank god. At least, I don't know too many people here. Ok. Just act cool.

*She heads over to the bar*

"An ethnic sugar, please"

*The drink quickly comes up and Chris sits, sipping her drink*

Come bother her. Just don't make a big deal out of the dress and she won't shoot you.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar. Doing, um... Mel-y things.

OK, she's lying on her belly on a rafter reading a book, swinging one hand idly below her.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen enters the bar from upstairs. She looks refreshed and is wearing that blue shirt with flowing sleeves that Sara gave her, along with a black skirt with trim that matches the shirt. She takes a seat at the bar, is presented with her usual tea, and settles in. Come say hi!

(no subject)

[harvard_bounty]

As happens on a regular basis, there's someone new in the bar. This one's wearing dusty leather and a battered hat, which he'd normally remove indoors if he wasn't so busy looking confused.

Someone come set him straight.

[ooc: mun may have to slowtime as she is starting her first real job tommorow. *cue nervous flailing*]

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor's in the bar watching the universe end and thinking about secrets.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[geek_diva]

Daria trudges into Mr. O'Neill's class. She goes through the motions of walking to her desk, and only when she gets to her place and sees no desk does she look up and realize this isn't a classroom at all.

"Oh, great. I was wondering when that psychotic break was coming."

The Mirrors of the Wheel Finale

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:


The First:
A Friendly Wager
Shelley plays Elan Morin in a game to assuage her boredom. Opportunity knocks.

The Second:
Dedication
During her month of captivity, Shelley studies the game of Sha’rah.

The Third:
The Great Game
Shelley plays Elan Morin for her freedom by wagering her own soul.

The Last:
A Goodbye Kiss
The Finale of Mirrors of the Wheel.

[OOC: Torture and/or highly disturbing imagery probable as well as whitetext in all threads.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Parapsychologist in a Jekyll and Hyde Club t-shirt in the bar! And attempting to navigate to a reasonable seat without looking up from the eye-wateringly complex projection his horribly abused holocomputer is trying to render.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

[OOM: Deep in London Below, Tom slips farther into Darkness but finds clues to Door's whereabouts.]

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Unpleasant as London winters might be, surely the heat of August proved somewhat worse, and the woolen overcoat Holmes had been wearing upon entering the bar was hardly any improvement. He had it folded to one side of the table at the moment, cuffs dispensed with as well, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. For the moment, his attention was absorbed by the letter he clutched unfolded in one hand, his neglected glass of scotch held loosely in the other.

Bother if you dare.

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

[OOM: At the Burrow, Bill and Fleur tell his parents they got hitched. In goes...well. Then, they tell her mother. It goes not so well.]



The front door opens to the sound of organ grinding music and the heavy smell of too much heat on too many people.

And Fleur runs in flailing.

"MIME! MIME! Make it go away!"

Bill is only a step behind her, and really, he's trying not to laugh. He would never laugh at his dear wife.




They're back!

entrance post

[saturnian-girl.livejournal.com]

Catalina enters, trying to mask her nervous discomfort with what she hopes comes off as a careless smirk. She sits at the bar and orders a Titan Blast, just for something to do with her hands.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan Delgado is comfortably ensconced on the couch again, workbasket at her feet, and busily braiding straw into a variety of different shapes. The straw itself is very nearly the same golden color as her hair.

Hot chocolate is near at hand, and she seems content and is smiling.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is sitting at the bar again. He's rather bored as his main source of amusement has been forbidden since his arrival here. Who's ever heard of a place that outlawed violence? Well, Paris claimed to have outlawed murder but he never took that seriously. Therefore he has a lot to think about and a lot to plan. Better come distract him before he makes any progress.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Nightmares and life with an elite soldiering unit.]

(no subject)

[astral-brat.livejournal.com]

Did the littlest Skywalker go home last night? Probably. Or, y'know, not. This isn't the entrance post you're looking for, then.

(Mun liked the part that was here. Assume it was something hilariously witty.)

Oh, he's still annoyed. His mommy killed his best friend, after all. Even if she is a bug.

(His best friend, that is, not Mara Jade Skywalker.)

(Then again, FACPOV...)

Another new arrival

[moonheartache.livejournal.com]

[OOC: How she got here.]

A short girl walks into the bar. The seifuku says what her blonde hair and big blue eyes contradict: she is a Japanese school girl. The small heart-shaped brooch attached to the bow would also tell anyone, if they knew these sorts of things, that she was Sailor Moon. As it was, she was mostly inconspicious in the crowded bar, and mostly just confused...and a little scared.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

The man in green is asleep on the sofa, a book on his chest testifying to his valient attempt at staying awake.

Go poke him. He'll probably just give you an apple. Or throw acorns at you.

...out by the lake

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

I hate this.

I hate that the one place that actually seems to have not fucked me over in one manner of another has now let in Tacit of all bloody people.

No. No, I don't hate this. I loathe this.



He's probably slandering me up and down the fricking bar and while most of it might be true, there are certain circumstances that really must be taken into account. It's annoying. If anyone is going to slander me up and down the bar, it should be me. At least people think I'm exaggerating when I do it.

So here I am, out by the lake, running from that stupid lumox. I don't know why. I'm a decent enough weaver to defend myself at this point, more than decent enough to tell the truth.

But I'm still out here.

And I think I saw Slack approaching him as I left.

Which really makes me hate it.

Fucking Milliways.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

It has been a very good couple of days to be Charlie Pace, if the music he's currently making is anything to go by.

Guitar, tea, and an open notebook. Charlie is a happy man.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the bar, with a notebook that may or may not contain highly suspicious and possibly not entirely legal plans for certain upcoming events. People get married, people get pregnant, people have birthdays, people need crossdressing midget strippers, you ken?

She's smiling, scribbling things down as they occur to her, and every so often, lifting a hand to rub absently at her left temple.

(no subject)

[shining-mercury.livejournal.com]

The door swings gently open, and a teenaged girl with blue hair strolls in, head buried in a thick book with ominous kanji on the cover. After a moment, she looks up.

And blinks.

And pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, my ..."

Sailor Mercury is in the bar.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is outside, near the lake, eating apples. Mr. Pemberthy is trying to teach Simon Perryvall to be a squirrel, Peter Aurelious is flying in and out.

You're welcome to join her; she has plenty of apples and would love the company.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He's never been happier to see the bar in his life.

It's not surprising, really, given the day he's had. But all the same, he's grinning as he walks in, limping very slightly.

Random moves quickly towards an arm chair, though it looks like he's going to fall over before he makes it.

Fucking family.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR drives in from the lake, spattered with a bit of mud but not looking like he trid to coat himself with it this time. His scanner flicks back and forth rapidly as he moves through the bar, on the hunt for anyone he recognizes-or anyone who could provide him with some entertainment.

(no subject)

[undignified]

Because the mun obviously is a bit insane tonight, there's also a Wes inna bar, with a guitar, sitting somewhere that probably doesn't rhyme with bar and/or guitar.

It's probably just for show at the moment, since it's leaning against him as he sits in a booth, drinking lum, and eating Oreos.

And being rather too happy, perhaps.

Poke him!

(Again, not literally, unless you want a glass of lum over your head.)

Another New Arrival

[molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com]

The door bursts open, and a tightly coiled ball of black leather tucks and rolls through. Molly hits the ground and pops up, a gun in each hand, searching for her target.

However, the penthouse she was looking for had apparently turned into a bar full of very surprised patrons. In a blur, she eases off the triggers and holsters her weapons. She blinks and accesses the map stored in her implant. Instead of pinpointing her location, though, the map blinks "UNKNOWN" at her. She scowls and blinks again to bring up the time display.

99:99:99.99

Well, it's never done that before.

(no subject)

[die-tician.livejournal.com]

The very thin black cell phone he is talking on cuts out as he walks into the bar. He looks at it to see that there is no reception at the end of the universe. He's not pleased.

He slips the cell phone inside the breast pocket of his perfectly pressed black suit and walks over to the bar.

He receives a glass of wine--Perrier to be exact--and takes a seat at a table nearby, pulling paper from his slim, black suitcase.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht comes in from the lake, dripping...yada-yada-yada...you've seen this before. You guessed it, she's still a mermaid. After Peter stormed out last night, she decided to go back out to the lake...and wound up staying out there all night, woke up with the rising sun and swam all day.

Needless to say, she's ravenous by now. She pulls her chair up to the Bar, but, before she can say a word, a large tray of sashimi, baked salmon and cheese bread appear along with a large pitcher of iced tea. Beside the tray are several books on mythology, psychology and sexuality.

Naraht shakes her head and chuckles. "Okay, okay. I get the picture."

She manages to get the whole thing balanced across her lap and moves to the nearest table where she attacks the food with singular intensity while opening the first book.

And, again, her tailfin is waving idlely...oblivious to the number of young felines in the room.

Well gee

[herostanding.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since he had been here. Years, in fact. The last time he was here, he had been a different person. He was younger, immature, and lost. He still had an innocence as yet untempered by true loss, but the loss of his brother--and more--had taught him otherwise. Perhaps now he would understand things better? Who knew?

All Jacen knew as his nostrils filled with the familiar smell of this bar at the end of the universe was that it would be a lot more interesting this time 'round.

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[smallestopener]

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

Dear Tonks,

Tom sed you and Bernard mite be home now and I missed you. Can you come see me soon?

Its skary and sad here and I miss Door. I miss Tom. I miss you.

Maybee if you come, then Tom will fined Door and breeng her home! And we can have a partee and eat cake!

I love you.

Ingress

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Bianca's having a little trouble writing her story for Mina...]

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

Mina-P is being a lonely little thing in a slightly hidden corner of the bar. She might be nursing a beer she ...acquired entirely accidentally from an empty table.

She might be thinking of someone. I wonder who?

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael and Maria in the bar, looking really, really happy.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is curled in a corner booth, drinking hot tea and reading a book of poetry.

He seems content, tonight.

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[sane-bombardier.livejournal.com]

Yossarian, at a table with a notebook and pen. If you look over his shoulder you might see the list he's writing:

Notes For Milo

• Chocolate-covered cotton is never going to sell. Not even if you put it on a stick.
  
• Please don't try and con innocent people.
  
• Con the prick that's in government all you like.
  
• Trust Wintergreen as a consultant on financial matters.
  
• Don't trust Wintergreen.
  
• Don't sell invisible merchandise, even if people will buy it.
  
• Remember that money isn't everything, and isn't worth destroying the earth for. Really.
  
• No, seriously, Milo.

He's not sure if Bar can actually send things back to his world, but it's worth a try.

For now he's stopped writing, and is chewing his pen, thinking. Company wouldn't be unwelcome.

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[clowdyah.livejournal.com]

[ Pre-Milliways... ]

…and found herself staring at the inside of a busy bar.

To the patrons of the bar, Claudia Ramirez is just another surprised and confused new person, with blood on her head and red spots on her white shirt. Her back is facing what will be to her a bare, doorless wall.

Someone help her out?

entrance post. because you just needed another trickster god.

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

New people come in waves.

Spider is a fan of waves.

There's a tarantula making his way into Milliways -- wait, no.

Smokeflash. Do-over.

A tallish, blondish man wearing a brown leather jacket is making his way into Milliways.

And blinking.

And sitting down at a nearby chair, taking things in.

Huh.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Lobo, the Main Man, Scourge of the Universe, enters...

Do not worry, Bar has been adding something to his booze to keep him calm. Or maybe he is just that weird.

Anyway, the REAL question is... do you feel lucky?

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Hunter and Tom confer in the House of Arch

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is still hanging around.

Mind, now he's hanging around with a musical instrument catalog and a wistful expression on his face, but he's still hanging around.

There is a quill pen stuck behind one ear which is at times being used to circle things he's going to get eventually.

Come, quick, before he spends roughly the GNP of Germany on instruments.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Usually, Jack wouldn't be caught dead in public in short sleeves. The reason why should be fairly obvious as he sits in the bar in a t-shirt, tugging at the sleeves occasionally. Not just the large tattoo on the inside of his left forearm, along with the ones that circle each bicep, just barely visible peeping out from under his sleeve. The reason is also in the white lines scattered across his arms, some straight and even, some jagged and irregular. Scar tissue, a little paler than the skin surrounding it.

He's pretty sure the change in wardrobe is somehow Bar's doing, and he doesn't like the alteration much. But then, he doesn't have much of a choice. And just because he doesn't like talking about his scars or his tattoos, it can't prevent people asking.

So he's tucked away in a corner booth, his nose buried in a book, trying to be incognito.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She wearing shorts and a halter top and she has been crying so tread lightly. She gets a martini and a magazine, Rolling Stone, and she's trying to stop crying. Please come cheer her up.*

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[clumsy_auror]

Currently in the bar: one well-rested Auror, with tea. And a book.

She's not been around much since she got hitched, owing to the whole honeymoon thing.

And don't worry. You can still call her Tonks.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. Or, wait. She -was- in the bar. Or, hold on. There she is. Sitting on a rafter with a pile of papers in her lap, and skirt falling innocently down is the aforemetioned Valentine, humming to herself. It would seem she's been hanging around with just a few too many Bats. Or one, at any rate. Feel free to stare.

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[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post Milliways, last night.]

Not with a bang, and not with a bolt of lightning, but with the simple

(opening of a door)

walk, Henry Dean's back. A few muttered curses and a seat at the bar where he finds out that the guy from last night was right -- the bar won't serve him.

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna is in the bar, pacing near the couch, absently twirling her dagger and tossing it from hand to hand. She's whistling a song that sounds suspiciously like something Jack has been known to sing.

It might be best not to startle her.*

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[leplusbeau]

Fleur bounds back down stairs. Her hair is a mess and her shirt is more on then off, but she is smiling fit to break the world.

She plops down at the bar to steal a quick apple and coffee for sleepy husbands.

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[latino_menace]

So, Bar still hasn't given Ramon his clothes back. He's forced to wear the denim prison shirt with his inmate number on it which he presumes was Bar's intention all along. So he's not in the best of moods, but he's on the lookout for a couple of people so he can't go back to his room. At least the blood that covered it when he walked in has been cleaned off.

Have at.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle. Couch. Kitten. Scotch.

He'll be quite happy to talk to you, but if you mention aliens, he might throw something at you. It's a bit of a touchy subject today.

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[river_meimei]

River is curled up in a booth, knees up and back to the wall.

Too-large brown duster, check. She's running a black handkerchief through her fingers with great concentration, laying it against her knees, tracing the texture. It's possible that she's not feeling what other people would feel; at any rate, she seems to find it absorbing.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's at a table with an iced tea, and a grin on his face. Is that a bit of a dreamy look? Probably. Bug at will.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

I’ve been a sinner such a lonely sight. Not qualified not rarified,I persevere I give it all my might.

Former Gundam pilot at the bar, poking at a bowl of vegetables and rice with a pair of chopsticks. He's mostly there for the sake. He's pretty quiet, tonight.

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[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie came in from the lake carrying her laptop, followed by a tall, lanky blond.

"That algorithm should help," said Bonnie as she guided him, hand on his arm, over toward the bar. "I ran a few models while I was back home, and I didn't see any conflicts. But if you do, you use that comlink program I gave you and beep me, all right?"

"I will remember," said Eddie in his usual mellow tenor. "Thank you for your help, Doctor Barstow."

She shook her head. "They really hammered that into you, didn't they," she observed in a murmur. "Well, at least your human form doesn't translate that tear."

"Doctor Stantz said he would mend it for me. I am afraid that I... was asleep, while he was supposed to be repairing."

Bonnie just chuckled. "Yeah. That happens sometimes."

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar. Her Security badge, for once, is nowhere in sight, and nor are any weapons.

She's eating a very rare steak and drinking Jack Daniels, and looking quite twitchy, really.

It's not 'I want to kill something' twitchy. It's 'My best friend teased me into a hormonal puddle and then went back to his fiancé' twitchy. If you want to talk to her, you're perfectly safe, really.

Well, you might be in danger of getting groped. But, uhm, you'll...really enjoy it?

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[purifying-flame.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Hikawa Temple]

This is not where she meant to go.

Her eyes widen, briefly, one hand ready to dart to grab something precious

(Mars Crystal Power Make Up!)

if need be, and she thinks she hears a bird caw behind her as a door shuts.

This was what I saw in the fire...this place...filled with power. But is it the home of friends or foes?

Questions that definitely need answering.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Pre-Milliways]

Guppy is in a booth, asleep on top of a large book. A tiny black kitten is asleep on top of Guppy on a cushion of curly hair.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow.

Millie.

Wade.

Booth.

Coloring book.

Crayons.*

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[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Steph in the bar, dangling by her knees from the rafters, playing with her hair. She's in a ridiculously good mood. This has so totally not got anything to do with, like, kissing anyone the other night or anything, like, no way.

Yes. Steph, hair, upside-down.

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[pie-at-lakeisle.livejournal.com]

The front door opens.

He'd expected the Bluegrass Brewing Company -- one of the delights of settling in Louisville.

This isn't the Bluegrass Brewing Company.

Frankie Dunn looks around, scowling a little.

And then -- slowly -- he goes to the bar. There's a bar here, and he went out to get a beer anyhow...might as well see what they've got here.

Not like he has anything else to do.

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[kawaiiorihime.livejournal.com]

There's a sad Orihime in the bar still, with no idea where she is.

She gazed around at all the people wide-eyed.

"Ano... can somebody tell where this is?"

She was getting an idea that it wasn't Soul Society, but other than that, she didn't know.

Somebody enlighten the confused girl? -_-;

First entrance...

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

There was what appeared to be a middle-aged woman standing bewildered in the doorway. She had a ladle in her apron pocket, well, a ladle sticking out of her apron pocket at least, though it was quite a lumpy pocket, and probably contained a few other kitchen drawer fillers.

She blinked, edging into the room, she couldn't see anyone who would have summoned her, not immediately at least. But she shrugged this off, tucking her thumbs into her apron strings and willing.

Did a few of the drawers in the kitchen just jam on spatulas or forks or chopsticks? Hopefully so, Anoia needed all the praise she could get.

The Discworld God contingent in the bar has just gone up by one.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM:A knife and a prayer - Gorlim exercises the mastry of the blade. PG13 for disturbing themes, otherwise worksafe and stuff.]

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Gorlim shuffles tiredly into the bar. He still has Ailbhe the kitten in a pocket. She's sleeping right now.

He flops down in a chair, orders a mug of ale, and sits nursing his drink broodly.

He looks... tired. Nothing else is unusual about his outward appearance.

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[capt_angie]

*Theres a pop and one witch materializes in the middle of the bar. Alas there is no kitten today.

Angie goes to the bar and orders a vodka and coke. She's gonna be sitting here for a while, so you may as well make yourself usefull and provide some company for her.*

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee's yawning a little as she comes into the bar.

Late night last night.

Smiling, she goes to the bar for coffee...and then settles in at a table with Cosmopolitan.

Of the future!

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah had apparently had a long day. She was in a pair of comfortable pants and an oversized t-shirt, there was a half-finished drink of some sort on the table in front of her, one of the small tables ner the observation window.
She was bending the tines on what was either a really badly designed wire whisk, or some sort of copper-wire octopus. Once she had them where she wanted them, she ran it up across her forehead and over her head, hair lifting around it, a look of utter bliss crossing her face.

Someone really should ask her what the hell that thing is.

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman's cup of tea has become tepid, but at the moment he is rather preoccupied with a non-working fountain pen.

Tapping it on the table hasn't helped, scowling at it hasn't helped. With those options exhausted, he has fetched very warm water, a cloth and a small bowl from the bar, and is in the process of filling and emptying the pen's ink reservoir with the water, waiting for it to run clear.

[OOC: Mun is around, but AIM is being hellish. Feel free to ping anyway -- will log on when AIM decides to cooperate. Fixed at last!]