(no subject)

[spin-a-web.livejournal.com]

...This isn't Peter Parker's first morning class.

Not that he's complaining too much, because he really hadn't been looking forward to teaching science to a bunch of rebellious teenagers this morning, but he probably should be responsible and go back.

The only problem with that logic is that he has no idea where he is. It's not every day you walk through the door of your classroom and find yourself at a bar, after all. It's really a strange thing to happen, and when you secretly fight big bad villains on a near daily basis, it means something when there's an event that can be labeled strange.

"Is this a flashback to the drugs I never took as a teenager?" He asks, of no one in particular. "Because if it is, I'd really like to know, so I can make sure to never do them again."

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy wanders downstairs, and pads barefoot to the bar, trailing red-and-black patterned silk over the floor behind her. It's better than sweeping.

She orders kitsune udon and Nozz-a-La, and sits thudding her heels against the legs of her barstool.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Lobo and Raven go on a trip)

Leaving Lobo by the lake, she wrapped up in her cloak and hurried inside.


She sincerely hoped that no one had seen Lobo give her a quick kiss.

Making her way inside she glaced around furitively and took a seat. She needed to sit and think for a few moments, she certainly couldn't go home not as frustrated and confused as she was, her team mates would spot that from five miles off.

So there she was, looking bundled up as if trying to hide.

(no subject)

[saturnian-girl.livejournal.com]

Catalina stands and yawns, trying to remain oblivious to the occasional incredulous glances of those who happen to have both her and Kaylee in their line of vision. Well, at least they aren't teasing her about the hair. She picks up her key and walks upstairs, glad to see she hasn't made any major enemies in her first few hours here. This just might work out, after all.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Last night, Lilly has a nightmare. And then there is morning Lilly/Alain cuteness.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is sitting on one of the couches by the fire. Coffee, and dal makhani and naan -- if nothing else, Milliways is broadening his culinary horizons.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is doing the whole 'staring off into space' thing again. If you happen to be occupying said space, feel free to come tell her off for staring. Or just bother the X5 in general. She could probably use a distraction.

(no subject)

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

The fox is running running running around the lake. Every now and then he attacks a stick or leaf, or pounces a ripple in the water.

The fox has a LOT OF ICONS. Come play with him. He's pretty!

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia's internal clock isn't really working anymore, at least not the way it's supposed to - but then, not much is, for a given definition of "supposed to".

And so she's in the bar, twirling a spoon between her fingers, a delicate china teacup perched on the table in front of her.

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

[OOM: Door wakes up in Moorgate]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way in through the front door with a bag over one shoulder. It looks heavy. It rattles a lot.

It isn't too heavy to carry upstairs, thoguh, so it's gone when he comes back down.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's sitting in her overchair at a table. She asked for something really rich, sweet and decadent for her breakfast. Bar has delivered. The mermaid is enjoying a large plate of belgian waffles smothered in strawberries and whipped cream.

She is also continuing through the books Naraht gave her...and she's frowning. Two of them are open on the table. A book on mythical sea creatures and a book on sexuality.

Looks like Naraht could use some guidance.

Through the Magic Picture

[girlrulerofoz.livejournal.com]

In a swirl of green and gold light, Ozma of Oz appears in a clear space in front of the bar.

She is an Art Nouveau portrait come to life.

She appears to be a slim young woman in her mid-20s with long chestnut hair pulled back in two large buns along her ears capped with red-gold poppy blossoms held in place by the twisted gold Oz insignia of her tiara.

Her dress is a frothy concoction of gauzy silver and green layers. It barely reaches her shoulder blades, showing off her neck and cleavage.

On her feet are the famous silver slippers Dorothy used during her first trip to Oz, and around her waist is an emerald studded metal belt. She holds a large scepter, normally resting in the crook of one arm with the end in the other hand, made of gold and gems, the crest emblazoned with the entwined letters O and Z.

One minute she was looking through the Magic Picture in her bedroom at this very place, and the next she found herself standing in this fantastic place.

She looks around her quizzically.

Bound again, Bound again, jiggity jog?

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

And there's a re-Bound Peter stumbling down the stairs, looking bleary eyed. Still not getting much sleep, and he looked not at all dressed. No shirt (but he's in reasonable shape now, flab's minimal), and just workout pants, with loafer style slippers. He yawned loudly as he went to get coffee from the Bar. No appetite for breakfast at the moment. He carted his coffee and his notebook to his usual table, keeping an eye out for anybody familiar, (or anybody to watch out for).

He wouldn't mind meeting a new face either.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

The weather looked absolutely beautiful when Sara finally dragged herself out of bed this morning.

So, after a quick bagel and coffee, she heads outside to the lake.

She knows about the shark, which is why she's staying strictly in the shallows.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna walks in the front door and removes her dusty cloak, shaking it out behind her. Talking to herself, she knocks her boots against the door frame. Large chunks of mud come off, and she wipes her hands on her black breeches. She glances around with a blank smile, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a large breakfast with plenty of coffee.

It's raining rather heavily in Corus.*

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

*A small girl makes her way into the room. Her hair is very, very dark blue today, almost black, and she is wrapped in a black shawl that trails on the ground behind her.

She hoists herself onto a barstool and orders a chocolate milkshake. Bar gives her one with as much chocolate as any girl could wish for, heaps of whipped cream, and two cherries.

But she ends up sucking on her thumb instead of the straw anyway.*

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Psychic with a kitten. Both wearing mostly black today.

Have at.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

The Main Man walks downstairs. He is at his best, clean clothing, all healed from the scuffle with Jason, and ready for another day at the boozer.

Lobo moves to the counter, where a couple monsterburgers with everything a burger can have appear for him, followed closed by a mug of cold ale. "Great."

He seems to be in a good mood. Care to discover how quickly you can change that?

(Mun heading for work. Slowtimed posts much welcome.)

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen's out by the lake, sitting on one of the rocks. She's wearing a skirt and a short sleeved shirt, and has a black kitten resting in her lap. Come bother her!

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Out behind the bar, circling over the lake is a black Pegasus, with a rider, lazily clinging onto his back. Val, for her part, seems rather distant, staring off into the sky as Solon flies. Her hair, for once, is completely down, and she's wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Looks like someone didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

If one were to wish to talk to her, a simple shout from the ground would probably be enough.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is an Yrael in the bar.*

*He won't apologize for taking up the whole couch.*

(no subject)

[highflyin-scott.livejournal.com]

There is a hot sexy basketball player in the bar. He is Nathan. He's been here often though so it's nothing new. He's got a burger, fries, milkshake...man food, if you will. And he's jamming to some music.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the bar. Possibly plotting and scheming, possibly just drinking coffee. Possibly both. It can be hard to tell.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven hadn't gone home last night, not like she said she would. After sitting in Millyways for some time in quiet contemplation she'd gotten a room and had stayed the night.

Now she descended the stairs, hood on her cloak pulled up over her head; she looked around as if trying to find someone. A mix of concern and relief crosses her features before she crosses to the bar and kindly asks for a glass of orange juice and a blueberry muffin. Setting the money for the items down she turned and headed for a table.

Once seated she again looked around as if trying to find someone.

Wonder who it could be?

(no subject)

[colour_girl]

Iris enters the bar, grabs a cup of tea from the bar, then settles in one of the big chairs with a gardening book.

(no subject)

[blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com]

There's a bloke in the bar with bright green eyes, a dramatic shock of messy black hair, and a jagged facial scar.

No, not that green-eyed black-haired scar-faced boy. This one's older. And the scar goes all the way from cheek to forehead - blaster creases are messy.

He's sprawled lazily over a couch, nursing a glass of Halmad Prime. It's not his first.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel is in the bar, sitting at a table with a huge breakfast of pancakes and bacon and scrambled eggs. Her Security badge sits beside the plate, and she's generally looking to be in a good mood.

[OOC: Mun is having a crisis. So, um, responses slow and she might disappear]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOM: Barbados - Monday Is Market-Day]

(no subject)

[ilovelifeforms.livejournal.com]

Data strolls in through the front door purposefully, an orange tabby cat cradled in his arms. He looks extremely pleased with himself about something. The cat makes a feeble "mow," and he quickly takes a seat at the Bar with the cat in his lap.

"Bar," he says hesitantly, "could you please provide supplement for a domestic feline?"

The Bar, to Data's pleasant surprise, summons a small dish of cat food seemingly out of nowhere.

"Thank you!" He places the dish on the counter, along with his cat, and watches it eat with a smile.

Data would love to introduce Spot to somebody.

((OOC: I will be able to play normally until my afternoon class, at which point it'll have to be slowtimed. :3))

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

He said girls can't be princes.

She said girls can't wear boys uniforms.

He said girls can't play on the boys team.

Girl outside, throwing baseballs to herself and hitting them in graceful arcs into the trees.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*There's the sound of gunshots coming from out back - but don't worry, it's just the ballerina.

- okay, maybe that's cause for a little worry. But she's doing quite well at hitting the log that's her target. You might even say she's improving. After all, she's not going to get a chance to practice anything other than dance for a while, so she's getting her shots in while she can.*

(no subject)

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

A thread comes down from the rafters.

... then a man jumps off the end of it, in full form, and collapses into a chair.

Well, that was easy.

Come, say hi to Spider.

(no subject)

[humanityscholar.livejournal.com]

Alien inna bar, eating Cheerios.

He's a perfectly friendly alien, really. Unless it's pointed out that he looks like a clone of Lee Castle. That just annoys him.

Have at.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

It's about 10am Holby-time. Guppy has tea and is doing the Su Doku from The Times. He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

No kitten today. Helen is kittensitting.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Once-upon-a-time king, now stable boy.

Caspian comes into the bar, looking rather windblown and sunburnt, and happy.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters from the House of Arch, bruise across one side of his jaw.

It looks like he was hit by a large man. He will, however, deny it. You don't blame a mad dog for acting like a mad dog.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: What happened after the failed dinner party. Rated "R" for adult content.] Meat, if you will. *g*

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter has a shiny badge!

He's wearing it, and hanging out at a table, keeping an eye on the room.

(no subject)

[cuban-star.livejournal.com]

After a long night's sleep, Lola finally gets up. It's normal for her. Most of her jobs stretch till three in the morning. She's gets ready to go out. She walks through the front door...into Milliways.

*She sighs, followed by a yawn*

Hmm, breakfast

It's actually more like lunch.

*She heads over to the bar*

"Coffee...and a strawberry pastry, please"

*The bar quickly brings up the items and Lola takes a booth nearby*

If you listen you may hear her singing.

Ay, ay, como muero por ti
Como poder olvidarte?
Basta que me enamores
o que me mandes flores
Para obtener un si.....

Come bother her. She won't mind at all.

(no subject)

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

There's a confused expression on Liz's face when she walks into Milliways. It's been over a year and a half since she last set foot inside the bar. When she finally realizes where she is, Liz looks around, hoping to spot someone she knows.

(no subject)

[molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com]

Molly comes down the stairs from her room, resisting the urge to drag her razor claws along the wall.

She is somewhat more well-adjusted than yesterday, and more despondant than she usually lets herself be.

Stopping at the bar to order a beer, she returns to the observation window. The intensity has been adjusted on her implant so that it is no longer painful for her to watch.

At least, no longer physically painful.

(no subject)

[scarlet-webs.livejournal.com]

This isn't Heaven.

...Maybe that whole dying thing was just a hangover dream.

And everyone knows there's only one cure for a hangover.

Ben Reilly in the bar, at the Bar, procuring vast amounts of tequila. He doesn't recognise the bar, and he's rather impressed with the service, but when you get right down to it a bar's still a bar.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the kitchen, working on the breakfast rush.

He might just be humming happily as he works.

(no subject)

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria is sitting out in the main bar, having emerged from the staff quarters with Michael when he came to work.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes down the stairs and heads for the Bar to get breakfast.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is hiding in a corner booth, far from other patrons. A book is propped in his lap, and occasionally he bends over himself, hands over his mouth.

At this moment, he is grateful for the noisy atmosphere of the Bar. Then again, with sharp enough hearing, it would be apparent what he is doing.

Lessons have begun.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Again, it's a sunny "day" over Lake Milliways. The sky is clear blue and the water like glass.

And, underneath that water, a mermaid swims. Having not seen any sign of the fabled shark, her caution has decreased a little and she's now going slightly deeper into the lake.

But not too deep. Just a little farther from her previous explorations but still in easy reach of the shallows. She exults in the feel of the water slipping past her skin as her tail carries her forward with powerful undulations.

Naraht's having a good time. Wonder what she'll find down there.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

There's a Krum!

There sadly almost wasn't. But, need for food and drink will triumph over fear of being asked what all that blood was really for and Angelina yelling, anytime.

Instead of going to the bar, however, Viktor sneaks like a ninja to one of the more shadowy booths. Where he orders a sandwich. A sandwich of great forboding.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

On average, a human smith of no particular skill or its lack can turn out a tolerable basic sword- the Western sort- in the space of a week. One who has specialised in weapons and is familiar with the techniques necessary to produce pointy things that do not shatter on impact can produce a weapon of extremely high quality in that same time.

Dwarves have an affinity for metal and stone to begin with, and spend much of their lives in the study of craft. This particular dwarf has a lifetime's worth of weapons-work under his belt, admittedly interrupted here and there by fits of regrettably necessary warrior mayhem. And he's spent considerable time over the past nine and a half years working under the tutelage of some of the finest master-smiths in Valinor- and he's been working as apprentice to a certain fellow with a Mount Etna mailing address since not long after arriving at Milliways.

Care to guess what he can do in a week of forge-time?

(no subject)

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Anoia stepped through the door, blinked twice and sighed, "Oh dear." Clearly she hadn't meant to end up here again. But she was going to make the most of it. She was wearing this apron today, though looking a little bewildered.

She fished around in a pocket, coming up with a small corkscrew, she began gnawing at it almost nervously as she scanned the bar, wondering once again if she'd been summoned by an errant wizard who wanted to enlist her services. For what she couldn't imagine, she was just the Goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers, what use could she be to an errant wizard?

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian's at a table.

With a bunch of boxes.

Going through them. One item at a time. Most of the things in the boxes are, in fact, rocks.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((Not-Quite-OOM: Atton has a small accident with time, space and that strange dimension which socks seem to always vanish to.

OOM: And two weeks later finds himself alive, in his own universe and with limbs. This does of course make absolutely no sense.))

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's still working on a couple of lists for a few things planned in the vague future, so she's rather distracted reading over her notes as she sits down at the Bar. She still pats the bar top gently by way of 'hello' as she murmurs an order for a cup of hot chocolate.

Svava picks up the cup that materializes and takes a sip, eyes on her paper.

Its going to take a moment for her to notice the birthday cake that also appeared right there as well.
Late Summer, during harvest. Between the signs of the Lion and the Maid.
August 22nd, Happy Birthday Svava.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Aeryn on a mission]

[OOM: Afterwards she gets a promotion.]

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's napping on a couch again, Zeke the kitten doing likewise.

Someone probably ought to wake him up.

(no subject)

[mordsith-raina.livejournal.com]

Dead Mord Sith in a bar, drinking coffee. She hasn't ever had it before, and is trying to puzzle out whether she likes or hates it. As a note, she is in her brown leather, which is probably a good sign.

Feel free to bother. She needs to practice social interaction.

(no subject)

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

Chase enters the bar, Angela riding on his shoulders, and sits down at a booth.

If anyone wants to join their pattycake game, feel absolutely free. The more the merrier, and all that.

(no subject)

[femme-de-chat.livejournal.com]

Rick walks down the stairs from his, new permanent, room at the Milliways bar. He heads toward an empty seat at the end of the bar. "Bourbon, straight up." Bar accomodates him and he sits and enjoys the drink.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven in the bar, sitting in a comfortable booth, feet on the seat, back against the wall. She's only half paying attention to her surroundings.

After her little talk with Arithon, she'd gone up to the room she'd rented and thought some things over. But her stomach had demanded something more than OJ and muffin.

A plate of spagetti with sausage meatballs sits by her elbow practically untouched, along with a glass of soda.

She's kind of waiting for someone, but not erally expecting them to show.


Feel free to pester. She's house-trained and she's had most of her shots.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montpanasse in a booth with the usual.
Come meet him or, if you already know him, antagonize him.
Of course he'll be crass and rancorous. You weren't really asking were you?
So 'la, have at! Because leaving him bored for too long might be dangerous.

(no subject)

[wearsturtleneck.livejournal.com]

One irritable and self absorbed, self-justified (but trying to be good because his daughter asked him to stay out of trouble) terrorist in the bar.

Sitting in a booth. With a tuna sandwich and chips. He's given up asking for things like steak, since every time he does he gets something childish, like peanut butter and jelly or fish shaped chicken nuggets. Sandwiches seem to be a safe bet.

He also has the latest Harry Potter book open in front of him. (But don't ask him about that, because the mun is one of the handful of people in the world who has not and will not read HP)

Feel free to stop and pester chat. He's grumpy friendly.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Enter one Archie from the Staff wing (Whee!) for a bit of dinner (since he still has no idea how to work anything in his new kitchen) and being generally available for security purposes and anything else he may be needed for. This includes innocent conversation, of course.

(no subject)

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

The fox is sitting on the bar with something fuzzy that resembles a kitten. Though due to the recent infestation, it's difficult to guess who the kitten belongs to (it certainly isn't the fox), the narration sees no reason not to inform the good reader that she is Gorlim's kitten Ailbhe. The fox knows this, too, but as he does not know Gorlim, he's kittensitting until he finds someone who does. And so, until such a person shows up, the fox is singing to her cheerfully and grooming the tiny fuzzball in time with the song. The kitten has no complaints and appears to be having a ball pouncing the fox's tail.

here's a lama, there's a llama
and another little llama
fuzzy llama, funny lamma
llama, llama, duck

llama, llama, cheesecake llama
tablet, brick, potato
llama, llama, mushroom, llama
llama, llama, duck

I was once a treehouse
I lived in a cake
but i never saw the way
the orange slayed the rake
i was only three years dead
but it told a tale
and now listen little child
to the safety rail

did you ever see a llama
kiss a llama on the llama
llama's llama taste of llama
llama, llama, duck

half a llama, twice a llama
not a llama, farmer, llama
llama in a car, alarm a llama
llama, llama duck

is that how it's told now?
is it all so old?
is it made of lemon juice
doorknob, ankle, cold
now my song is getting thin
and i've run out of luck
time for me to retire now
and become a duck

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Last night, Asmodean and Trillian discuss cleaning the bathroom, have a convoluted conversation which results in Asmodean believing that Trillian is pregnant, and Trillian believing that Asmodean wants kids. Neither have a problem with their inaccurate perception. It devolves into some nice coupleness and sleep.

Whew.

Entrance.

[charlie-dalton.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]


The first thought to occur to Charlie was that he was most definitely not in his front yard. There was no lawn jockey statue, for starters. Then there was the fact that last he'd checked, his front yard hadn't been converted into a bar. Needless to say, he was a little baffled.

He turned, but his front door had been replaced by a nondescript commercial version in a brick wall. Slowly spinning back around on his heel, Charlie frowned. He was absolutely certain he'd not done any drugs recently. Hallucination or not, he wondered if they'd serve him at the bar. His father had locked the liquor cabinet and he'd not yet had time to pick it yet.

Welcome to Milliways, Nuwanda.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is in the bar. He appears to be looking for something.

He also appears to be wearing blood in war-paint patterns on his face.

If the appearance of his right hand is any hint, the blood probably came from a deliberately-made and badly-bound cut in his palm.

He can probably explain all of this if you feel brave enough to chat.

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel...seems to be kidnapped by Bar less and less often these days. Or perhaps she's simply been to busy, no matter the reason she's been in need of the peace she finds in Milliways.

So here she is, tired as per the norm, and avoiding the inside like the plague. She's out by the lake letting the water lap around her feet...

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random, draped over a sofa.

He looks terrible. Which is a lot better than yesterday, so come say hello! He's cheerful enough to appreciate it.

(no subject)

[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Rand has come downstairs, again with his folio of maps, and proceeds to spread out on a table. This time, however, he merely stares at the maps and broods over a cup of wine.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, in jeans and a t-shirt ("Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!") and takes a tray from Bar.

She's in a fairly good mood. And she'd love to wait on you.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar, a lovely bruise along one side of his jaw. He really does need to stop baiting dangerous people.

Alas.

At any rate, he's in the bar and leaning against something. In the light. Which means feel free to talk to him.

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Bar inna pizza with a Dawn... no, that's not right.

Pizza in a Dawn with a Bar? nope...


How about we try it this way:


Dawn, who has a pizza, is in the bar, sitting at the Bar. She might also be drinking a soda.

If one were to ask nicely, she might agree to share, but only if one were to ask nicely and not attempt to steal said pizza.

Entrance post

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

OOM: Pre-Milliways

Todd stumbled in, and nearly dropped his books in shock. Since when was his dorm room a bar? This made no sense, they didn't allow liquor at Welton. He turned around, wondering where he was.

A place to truly live deep and suck all the marrow out of life.

Milliways.

He then spied a familiar face, also looking confused.

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is sitting at the bar, looking thoughtful. Also very carefully blank, after his polite request for a glass of water led Bar to present him with a collar and leash.

He is not sure he wishes to find out why.

The assassin has moved a little way away from it, but it remains there stubbornly.

Waitress!

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes down the stairs, black kitten in a small basket on her arm. The Bar presents her with a dusty tray. "Yes, I know. It's been far too long. Sorry." She wipes her tray down and perches at the bar. Waitress on duty!

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is seated at a table, a plate of cookies near to hand, as well as a pot of tea and several cups.

He looks to be inviting company.

He is idly fiddling with a length of yarn and four small wooden sticks.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

A monkey wanders into the Bar, picking its teeth and singing loudly in Chinese. Picking its teeth with its feet, because it's walking on its hands.

The monkey is wearing a bright saffron robe, and waving a short metal baton around with his tail.

Na Mo A Mi Tuo Fo
Ba Ni Chi De Gei Wo
Wo Shi Yi Ge Hou Zi
Ni Yao Gei Wo Chi Shi?

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR's been down in the bar for awhile, but he had done his best to stay hidden away as he quietly drank. And since no one had bothered him, he had had plenty of time drink more than a little alcohol. And so once he finally finishes, KARR is less than sober-and is still that way as he leaves the booth, taking car form. His scanner twitches from side to side erractically, and his driving, while slow, is noticeably off.

In short, there's a snockered car in the bar, and it's probably a good idea for anyone nearby to invest in shinguards.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli took a break earlier for lunch and found it quite rewarding, but there was yet work to be done, so he returned to the forge.

Now it's time for a little rest- not much, just enough to let some things cool down, and possibly to let him get in a bit of English practice. He's doing very well with his copy of The Lord of the Rings.

Come, say hi. Or what have you.

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[cywyllog]

A pretty, young Welsh princess is in the bar, sitting in a booth, back to the wall, sipping a glass of red wine.

She wouldn't mind some company, really, and she's quite possibly the most harmless thing in the bar. Well, except for the kittens.

OOM

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

A touch of mun-level plotting and Michael and Kitt settle back into the swing of things.

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

The last two months have been fairly uneventful for Lysistrata, mostly filled with making lots and lots of baby clothes in her room. However, Strata's bored (and it's nearly her due date) so she waddles downstairs, orders a pitcher of water, and plops down on a sofa. She isn't wearing her usual Athenian dress but rather a bright yellow muumuu with large blue hibiscus flowers printed all over it. She is idly playing with the glass amphora on the chain around her neck and looks like she'd like someone to talk to.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's in the bar.

With tea.

That's really pretty much all.

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[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar from out back, absently picking a twig out of her hair as she goes, and plops herself down on a stool.*

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom tours Moorgate and comes to a fateful decision

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[kessel-angel.livejournal.com]

Pre Milliways: Death for One So Young

Lujayne Forge is standing in the middle of Milliways Bar. She's dressed for bed, and her hair is a little messy on the top like she's been sleeping. But the most noticable thing about her is not how she's dressed or how she looks remarkably like Inyri Forge, but the fact she's bleeding.

Or rather, had been bleeding. There's a bloodstain on her shirt, and a hole in the middle of it.

She looks rather confused, and when she crosses her arms across her chest, she gets some blood on her arm. And then she looks even more confused.

And maybe this time, a little scared.

(no subject)

[clowdyah.livejournal.com]

Claudia has taken up a table by the observation window. Her clothes are cleaner than they were yesterday, not a hint of blood on them. Claudia's expression is decidedly blank. It would make no difference if she were staring at the universe ending, or the shark swimming in the lake, or the sun setting over the horizon. Things tend to suck that way when you're dead.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is in the bar.

Being very busy.

She has an entire fleet of paper airplanes scattered about the table she's sitting at, and she's making more.

...

We did mention bad things happen when she's bored, right? Right.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

It's late, but Behrooz is sitting alone outside, looking out at the dark lake. He knows this probably isn't a good idea, but he didn't feel like staying inside tonight.

He'd been reading some sheet music the Bar had given him earlier, but now it's on the ground, held down by a small rock.

Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is writing in his notebook and drinking tea.

It it ain't broke, don't fix it.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There is a Cuthbert, sitting at the bar with dinner.

There is also a newly acquired leatherbound notebook in which things--mostly lists, from the look of it--are being written and occasionally scribbled out. Mostly in the High Speech, though he's also taking the opportunity for more practice writing English.

There is also a recycled entrance post, but shhh.

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[capt_angie]

*A witch walks into a bar and says 'Ow!' orders a Butterbeer before sitting at a table. She rifles through her bag and pulls out a copy of 'Which Broomstick' and starts to read.*

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[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven had returned from her mission looking a little tired and beat up. She'd had a rough night with the other Titans and all she wanted to do was relax.

Making her way to the bar, she ordered a large banana split with extra cherry and whipped cream. She hoped it would help ease the ache where Cinderblock had tried to strangle her.

Ah well, at least it wasn't Slade this time around.

Come, she needs someone new to talk to.

L'entrée

[unpossessed.livejournal.com]

A door on the far side of the bar creaks open. In a flourish of long black hair and wings the color of rose tiger's eye -- like chocolate melted into wine splashed onto the feathers -- an angel arrives.
Just like the sea, no one possesses you,
He isn't surprised exactly to find that his library has been somehow replaced by a bar. He isn't surprised by much, really. Shrugging the magnificent wings, he slides in gracefully and closes the door behind himself.
And no one can go down to the deepest side of you.
He isn't surprised when it disappears.
Just like a tree, decades and memories
He turns around and takes in his surroundings -- sight, scent, the flavor of the sounds, the heat of the air, the voices and the colors and the size of the room. And the beginnings of armageddon outside the window.
Articulate and seal every one of your dreams.
That... that surprised him. As his eyes light on the observation window, he began to feel that surprise was an emotion he would have to get used to here. Leaning back against the wall where no door is, he watches the beginning of the cycle, his face unreadable as the first stars explode in the distance.

(no subject)

[une-ame-damnee.livejournal.com]

Rochefort inna bar.

Somehow, he doesn't look quite as dastardly as usual. Maybe it's just the aura, or maybe it's the fact that he doesn't have his sword with him.

He's drinking white wine instead of red at the moment, and looking pensive.

Have at.

[OOC: Mun has to go to bed. *sigh* Hopefully slowtime's okay.]

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[lyra_silver]

Lyra knows how to get to Milliways, now. She simply climbs over the fence of the Botanical Gardens and concentrates. This, of course, means that her skirt is a bit askew when she opens the door, and Pantalaimon's fur is just slightly ruffled.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Steph outside, enjoying the early morning sunshine by attempting to perform ridiculously acrobatic feats high above the lake on a skaterug. She gets the flips and twists right most of the time - she's only fallen into the lake twice, so she's hardly wet at all really.

In that absolutely-dripping-wet way.

Ah, the sun'll dry her off quick enough.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's sitting in the bar, unsurprisigly pouring over some papers in Antarian. It would seem that she's rather boring lately. Perhaps something should be done. Boredom is a strange fish sometimes.

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[fearless-ferret.livejournal.com]

Ron inna bar, piled up with homework, which he quickly abandons. Homework is for other people!

"Hellooo Milliways! It's Monday and I'm feelin' funky! Hook me up, my main man!"

Bar, appearing to vaguely resent the male pronoun, hesitates a moment before producing a nacho-flavored milkshake. Ron doesn't notice; he's oblivious like that.

(no subject)

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

Smeagol's back under his usual table, a bit jumpier than usual.

Chances are he's staring at you. He does that.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly in a bar.
something something orange blossom
probably rain too.

[ooc: if the psuedo-haiku isn't scaring you away, ping da emmy gee before tagging, as this is semi-plotty.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim, whose mun got to "skip 100" before hitting this morning, walks calmly into the bar. He sends his familiar to the rafters, then places his staff very carefully to stand upright on the floor. Stepping back he looks it over, nods once, then climbs up the staff to perch comfortably crosslegged on the tips of the talons. He looks quite serene.*

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo enters the bar, carrying a rather large box, and a bag labeled 'Red Palace Music'. He shoves the door closed with his foot and deposits his burden in a booth before going to the bar for a bottle of water. It's hot at home.

He flops into the booth to cool down for a few minutes.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, drinking a cup of tea and reading from a large book. Come and say hi.

(no subject)

[poyoubastard.livejournal.com]

Tacit stomps in from out back. The night wasn't bad, and the red rabbits were an interesting phenomenon. Meaty. It's good to know a ghost can still eat. His gaze passes like an iron bar over the residents of the bar.

"Now, if I were that coward Apropos, where would I hide?"

He should really learn to stop voicing his thoughts aloud. Tends to scare off the game.

(no subject)

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Theres a happy go lucky looking young man sitting at the bar. He's drinking a thick chocolate shake and reading... Oh god. He's reading his own comic book series again. Thats "Impluse Saves The Universe" plopped open in front of him.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's in the bar again. How shocking. He's drinking a glass of iced tea and pondering.
How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?
He might want someone to talk to. Just perhaps.

(no subject)

[whatawonder.livejournal.com]

Donna has been in bar all this time. Hard to miss her, but she hasn't been especially social. The whole time travel thing is still bugging her. So, for now, shes up in the rafters, eating a salad and watching the bar.

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee is sitting in a chair by the fireplace with her feet tucked under her. There's an abandoned mug of tea on the table beside the chair.

It is a truth universally acknowledged kind of that daydreams are more interesting than tea.

(no subject)

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

There is a boy who looks just like the boy at the counter in the bar. He's sitting in a dark corner, glaring at his lookalike. His hands are drumming rather incessantly on the table, and at the speed he's doing it, it does look like he's tapping a groove.

(no subject)

[what-stench.livejournal.com]

"Ambrosius! AMBROSIUS! Confound it steed, where have you gotten yourself into this time?"

There is a thud at the back door, as if someone was expecting it to move.

"I Say! Who is blocking me from entrance? Move at once!"

Another thud. Followed by a series of thuds as if someone of small stature was trying to open a heavy door by sheer force.

"Very well! You leave me no choice! Have at thee!"

Now it sounds like little feet running away. No wait, they're getting closer again. Oh dear, is he charging the door?

At the last minute, the back door swings open, and Sir Didymus stumbles over the entrance.

"Oh, I say! How completely rude."

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, in a booth with food and coffee.

She's wearing headphones, but it's not music - it's a French language instruction tape.

Nick's being stubborn about the teacher thing.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine steps into the room, carrying a small book of poetry. The Tower can be seen as the printed title, if one were to look closely.

After glancing around the room, she moves toward a table.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Back to work.

Monday night is Baldrick's night to shine so Gil does some of the donkey work - prepping veggies, washing up, making a large quantity of bread - then goes out into the bar to distribute the snacks.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Kitty enters.

Kitty looks tired.

Kitty looks grumpy.

Kitty has two burn marks on the bottom of her shirt, and a hole in her pants.

First day of school at Xavier's Institute is always fun.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Richard is let out of the cells

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon is in the bar. And things are...not going well. For one thing, he's still in his prison uniform (luckily, clean), which he's not happy about. For another thing, he's got a nasty slice on the palm of his right hand and his knuckles are split open...the result of two seperate incidents but both involving the same person. And that person is why his face looks like a thundercloud.

It's safe enough to approach, but only because his hand is too damaged to hit you and there's a glass of tequila in the other one.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's sitting in front of her portable TV.

The show's about a cow. And a tiny monkey. And a tiny crocodile. In a small swamp.

The cow is wearing yellow spandex.

Anthy has quality taste in entertainment.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite in the bar.

Reading 'Lord of the Rings.'

He's NOT being set on fire. But he does look like someone's been trying.

That's all, folks.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is at the bar keeping an eye on things.
Pray you're not one of them.*

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River is lying under an oak tree, her head pillowed on a root, watching the lake.

She's not asleep. But it might be hard to tell, at first glance. She's silent, and motionless.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM, Sunday morning: Simon and Wash in Serenity's kitchen. Also known as, "You...what? Penguin?"]