(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Someone has just turned on the T.V. after nearly a week of being too busy procrastinating to watch.

Someone skids through the door, turns around, shuts it, and opens it again.

Onto a wide stretch of ocean, dotted by houses.

Bianca slowly shuts the door, closes her eyes and rests her head against it. Anyone close might hear her swearing softly and fluently under her breath.

In Florentine Italian.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven wasn't in the bar, not this time around.

She was outside in the cool air by the lake staring up at the night sky. It was nice and quiet out here and it gave her a chance to think. After her little discussion with Lobo she'd needed time to mull things over.

She wouldn't mind being pestered out of her thoughts.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Lincoln Six-Echo, with the mango lassi (he tried it because the name intrigued him, once he figured out how to pronounce it), in the Bar.

Come bother?

'Zakath meets his God. Not so fun. Thea, however, is much nicer.

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

'Zakath hasn't been having a very good day. The Korinds are still in revolt, and his chief secretery has just been assassinated.

And he's back at Milliways, after forgetting about the first time he's arrived. He remembers, though, just as he steps through the door.

Somehow, the young emperor's day hasn't gotten any better.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is sitting at the bar, turned so that she can watch the other patrons. She seems decidedly more interested than usual, and in a much better mood than recent circumstances could account for. Curious.

Come poke the X5.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Sometime late last night, Anthy wandered down the stairs, tried the front door, and opened it on an empty stretch of grass and sky. She didn't step outside.

She woke up curled up in front of the (closed) door, and not particularly rested.

Now she's brooding cheerfully over some nice, caffeinated tea.

(no subject)

[silver-dante.livejournal.com]

Dante in the bar, do SOMETHING with him PLEASE! Mun is scraping at the bottom of creativity barrel here.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Pillow talk. No rating! We skipped over the naughty bits for you. :D]

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius wanders out back, walking along about three feet off the ground. He carries the staff, Humara, as usual, and is abstractly gazing at the stars and the surrounding beauty, just taking in the night.

One hand is idly playing with a glass of red wine that doesn't spill at all and tends to stay put in mid-air when he lets go of it. It also doesn't seem to get empty. He seems very distracted this morning.

(no subject)

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

And for the next two or three hours, there is a dark and moody James Bond inna bar. Which is good, because that's his best look.

Have at.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Peter stretches as he plops sluggishly down the stairs from his room in his boxers. He had some trouble sleeping last night, for reasons he won't mention...

So he snags some cereal and settles into his chair by the fire.

(no subject)

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

Aunt Diana in the bar.

Lounging about and generally ignoring the fact that she's got to go back to school soon.

Denial is a beautiful thing. Especially when you have a magical bar in which to hide while your mother is searching for you.

Life is good.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Lilly and Mal in the dreaming.]

(no subject)

[your-pet-beast.livejournal.com]

Gar Logan.

Bar.

Paper.

Pencil.

Superhero green hotness.

Approach at will.

(no subject)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

If she's going to spend her Sunday afternoon editing Clark's article for this week's edition of the Torch, Chloe would much rather be in Milliway's Bar than anywhere else. Which might explain why there's currently a teen aged reporter sitting at a booth with a smile on her face, laptop in front of her, and mug of hazelnut coffee within arms reach.

She totally wouldn't be opposed to interruptions from her work, though. It's been a while since Chloe was last here. Don't be surprised if she winds up interrogating you.


[ooc: mun's unexpectedly dissappearing for about 15 minutes. say sorry. back.]

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

So, yes, there's a Jonathon Crane in the bar, refreshed from his and Sariel's vacation. He looks quite a bit saner than the last time he was in (which isn't hard).

He's typing at his laptop, apparently checking email or something of the sort, but he's definately interruptable.

The meaning of Thomas the Tank Engine

[t-tank-engine.livejournal.com]

Choo choo.

Blaine is a pain, and that is the truth.

Thomas the Tank Engine is not a pain, and that is also the truth.

Choo choo.

Death is the truth.

Brian is the truth.

David is the truth.

Barty is the truth.

The back door opens, and Thomas the Tank Engine steams in, carrying the above four, and that is the truth.

Choo choo.

Marvellous.

entrance post!

[neverbadhair.livejournal.com]

Gratias tibi ago, domine.

The White House, right after a stressful press conference, was in a tizzy. The Haitians were coming down on them in spades, the President still worrying about staff loyalty, and everyone still in mourning for Mrs Landingham.

They were all vaguely numb, with the President's announcement and subsequent decision. Afraid of how the country would handle it. Worried for their own sanity.

But things went on.

And so Donna Moss heads down the hall, hands full of files, and opens the door to what she thinks is where they're supposed to go.

Well, maybe not.

"... Josh? What did you do to your office?"

(no subject)

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

It's Xander! In a booth!

Despite the exclamation marks, Xander himself isn't doing too hot. This might be because his friend is currently somewhere in a hell dimension on a search for magical jewelry. Yeah, Slayers are too damn good for the stuff you get at department stores.

So, Xander. Eating a hamburger so big he's sure not to finish it and trying to distract himself with comic books.

He won't get mad if you swipe his fries.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah wheels into the bar from the Staff Hall and gets a book and a glass of iced tea from the Bar, then negotiates her way to a table and begins to read.

It's hard to tell what she thinks about what she reads.

Circus Rehearsals Yet Again!

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Some time after his slightly-lugubrious lunch, Xander is out back with Shelley, looking considerably more cheerful. He is holding a clipboard and trying to look like he knows what he's doing.

"You know ..." he says after a pause. "We probably need a tent."



[OOC: Come one, come all! If you are confused or need info, check out the back room.]

Bartending!

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Happy hour begins as it did last week with a tiny red-haired princess dragging a crate behind the bar. She positions it to her liking and hops up to stand on it and beams at the crowd.

"Hello? Would anyone like anything?"

Oh, and Garion had told her to give a Special. Which meant selling something on a discount. She hurriedly looks around the bar for something interesting. She finds a bottle of blue coconut rum. She can't read the writing on the label, but no matter.

"And, anything with this blue stuff in it will be on special for five cents lower in price."

Tolnedrans don't do discounts very well.


{ooc: I need to go help my mother now, so responses will be very very slow. Sorry.}

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is in the bar.

Instead of looking halfway decent, he's down in a t-shirt and a raggedy pair of pants. He also is not wearing any shoes.

Ah, living free.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason trips lightly down the stairs into the Bar.
His hair is still wet, but he's wearing normal clothes now.
He stops at Bar with a whisper and a happy kiss to the Bar top, then takes the large glass of water and flops into a booth.
Any previous description of a happy Jason is completely drowned out by how he looks today.
He'd had a good night.
And a good morning for that matter.

[Warning for suggestive behaviour, language, and whatever else needs to be warned about Jason finally getting laid]

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is sitting cross-legged at a booth-- in his seat, surprisingly, and not on the tabletop. He's wearing one of Havelock Vetinari's black shirts, which is too long, and playing with a shiny new knife.

He might look a little pensive.

After a moment, he smiles, pulls a pen and paper from somewhere, and starts to write. It seems to be verse of some sort, heavily featuring the word "chartreuse."

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Black-haired witch, sitting on a table and spinning.

Spinning what?

Good question, as she has no yarn this time. But there is a thread appearing under her skilled fingers, a thread that shimmers and shifts from silk to linen, to red to purple to pink and black.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's fast asleep. Right by the front door.

It takes talent.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After this. Warning for explosions and a tiny amount of violence.]

Had anyone in the bar been listening at that point they might have heard a door open. They might also have heard hoarse laughter and coughing in a general maniacal way. Had they been looking, they'd have seen Aeryn Sun stumble in. One of her hand's was blistered and clutching a smoke-tarnished knife and she leaned to the floor on one knee, as the door snapped shut behind her. She continued to laugh for a good few microts more, before it trailed off into silence.

[Edit: Post now closed please, thanks to everyone who helped. Aeryn will be in the bar later perhaps.]

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Little miss Delia, dressed in a short skirt and high boots, walks down the stairs humming to herself.

She is just a little bit bored.

(no subject)

[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

Galactic president saunters into the bar.

One of his heads ducks.

The other says "ow!"

Galactic president, inna bar, inna booth, witha drink. Looks like he'd buy, too.

[ooc: moving back into my dorm room, so replies will be slow. But yay ethernet!]

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford slowly descends the steps into the main bar.

He stops by Bar, first dropping off notes for Arthur, Trillian, and Random. He also sets on the surface: the unopened bottle of Bushmill's that Trillian gave him, a battered and well-used copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a Kill-O-Zap blaster pistol, and his towel. "I think you know what to do with these," he says.

They all slowly disappear, and the rather substantial sum next to his name ticks down to almost zero. Ford sighs and puts his satchel on the bar as well. It, too, disappears, clearing his tab completely. "Thanks," he says.

Then, it's out the back door and down toward the lake. He takes a good look at the sign posted up and nods meaningfully at it. He leaves his clothes in a jumbled pile by the shore and begins to wade into the water.

Here sharky, sharky, sharky.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti is sitting outside, legs propped up and caffé latte macchiato in hand.

He is smiling into the morning sun and looking slightly out of it, like somebody who's deeply and successfully in love, and just woke from a long night of wonderfully little sleep...

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's in the bar, sipping a cup of coffee and looking over his notebook. He's still writing down what he remembers, so that he can look things over later, try to prod more memories and put them in order.

Of course it helps if people talk to him, as getting information from others tends to prod memories coming back.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred is in the bar, at his normal table and carving something.

It could be a person, but it's hard to tell yet.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

( Random enters with Arithon )

((If you want to react, but are not a healer, start a new thread in the post and flail about down there.))

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet Parr is in the bar, she isn't wishing on a star. At a table is where she are. She got a milkshake from the bar. Other patrons don't go to far. She'll make you go hardy har har.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, drinking tea and watching people go by. She'd welcome company, if you're so inclined.

[ooc: Slowtime may be necessary . . .]

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: The House of Arch family at the seaside

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Val meets the holo-news nets.]

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford's back in the bar, much wetter than when he went out. He's drying his hair with a large towel supplied by the person right behind him -- the large blue-furred man towering over him, ready to clobber him if he tries to double-back out to the lake.

He goes to a booth in one of the darker areas of the bar and slides in, ordering some hot chocolate from a passing waitrat and motioning for Hank to join him.

"So. Where do I start?"

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's in the bar, doing work from a JHS level science book while she reads the various chapters. Teachers in normal worlds might wish their students were this persistant.

((Basically establishing Svava in bar for doom, ta! She's still tagable.))

(no subject)

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata comes down the stairs, grabbing the railing rather tightly and muttering about babies that refuse to be born on time. She slowly waddles over to Bar and wearily says, "Bar? Some pomegranate juice, please? And do you have anything for swollen ankles?"
Instantly a large mug of juice appears, as well as several cool washcloths.
"Thanks, Bar."
She plops down on a nearby couch, applying the cook cloths to her ankles. She's slightly peevy, more at her overdue baby than anything else, but that could easily be remidied by some company, especially as there is a very large comfy chair next to Starta's couch.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's in the bar, nursing a cup of tea and looking frazzled.


[As is his mun. Looking frazzled that is. Not in the bar. I wish.]

(no subject)

[teh-data-fork.livejournal.com]

Adam is down in the bar. No Legos this time, alas. The completed Lego spaceship is on display in his room not that he gets company up there.

He is munching on a slice of pizza and babysitting an extremely energetic tabby kitten, recognizable to some as belonging to Lee Castle.

Come chat with him! He's in a bit of a bad mood, as per usual, but he doesn't bite. And the kitten is cute.

[OOC: Mun's off to dinner.]

(no subject)

[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

There's a slayer outside. She has found a sturdy rock and has put it in a spot near the beach where it won't roll around at all. She crouched next to it for a while, seemingly meditating on it. After a long time, she took a breath and slowly let it out again, placing her hands on the rock and painstakingly lifted herself into a handstand on it, her eyes closed in concentration.

That's where she is now, unmoving, letting her breathe come in and go out slowly, at peace and precariously balanced.

(no subject)

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Thad is sitting in a booth. Well, actually, he's sitting half in, half out of a booth. For the past hour or so he's been watching a certain red and white costumed hero. The son of his genetic donor. And it's hilarious. Especially cause he knows this is his fault.

So Thad is of course laughing his fool ass off at the entire situation.

(no subject)

[hakkai-n-jeep.livejournal.com]

Hakkai inna bar. Well, in back of the bar, anyway.

He's currently walking along the path beside the lake, letting Hakuryu soar above him and get some much-needed exercise.

He wouldn't mind some company, though.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

No word. Nothing. And it's been - what now? - three days? Barry knows he can't stay worried for too long, but he's not used to worrying about his friends. Not used to worrying aobut his family.

So he sits at a table in the back, trying to read one of his old comic books. But he can't get past page three.

Someone should see to him.

(no subject)

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

When the levee breaks

"Mama you got to move, a-whoo-hoo."

The impeccable blonde in the corner scans the bar with her ice blue eyes and sings to herself, fingertips caressing a heavy glass of a milky drink shot through with bursts of rainbow color.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There is a still somewhat broody criminal inna bar. He's got water again and a pensive expression on his face.
At least it isn't a scowl. This is a pretty good sign that it might be safe to approach.
Of course he might be cranky about the interruption, despite the fact that one is necessary for his remaining sanity, and the safety of others. You want to distract him? Dooo iiit!

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Caspian rises from where he is sitting near Lysistrata, looking terribly flustered. He goes quickly to the bar, looking around the room for anyone who might help.

Finally, he raises his voice to be heard throughout the room.

"Please, there is need of a doctor, or a midwife. The need is dire. Is there anyone here who can help my friend?"

(no subject)

[astro-droid.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. There's a man in the bar. At the bar, actually. He's sitting with a large mug of some sort of beverage, likely alcoholic, and just watching people. He's in jeans again, the same blue-and-white baseball cap, and a t-shirt that his closet provided this morning: Astromechs do it inna socket He's not sure if he gets it. Explain to the poor ex-'droid perhaps?

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Ravens in the bar. She doesn't have anything to eat, but she does have a book and pen. She ocassionaly wrote something down, but for the most part stared off in deep thought. Once in a while she glanced at the door as people came and went, like she expected someone to show up.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is seated in a booth, sipping idly on hot chocolate and munching on a peanut-butter and marmite sandwich. He also has cookies, a plate of fruit, and a glass of milk.

He is also covered in sparkly electric pink and lavender polka dots.

He appears unconcerned with this, though he still looks a little tired.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, at a table, wearing headphones and flipping through a book.

The book is an Italian-English dictionary, and the headphones are blaring a Berlitz program.

Ace said she was going to Rome. Might as well start learning the language.

OOM: Room 808, Millitimed to last night

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

(OOM Todd has a nightmare, and Neil reassures him. Rated PG or PG13 for light horror, angsty, and some schmoop))

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Well, holy shit.

Barman inna bar. At a table. Reading the paper and frowning.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael is curled up on the back of the couch, apparently asleep.*

*Lazy kitty.*

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in a booth, not far from the staff quarters, with his usual plate of tabasco fries.

He does eat healthier food sometimes. He just cooks it for himself.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes downstairs, armed with magic supplies, and heads for a secluded booth.

He's going to try - again - to locate Mel, if only so he'll know she's alive.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes in and heads for the Bar for a drink.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is out back, working Maybe it's because he misses her so much, but he's finally gotten around to building that blast shelter. It's not much to look at, just three walls, each about 20, 25 feet wide. It''l do for now.

And since it's here, he's going to be using it. Set in the middle of the construction is a post. And on the post, is a brand new Security badge.*

Lets see, wind from the faux east, bearing of about 25 degrees... hmmm.

*Very carefully, he lowers a pair of goggles over his eyes, grinnign like a fiend. One hand raises, motes of blue energy whirling about it.*

Yo-yo? Begin recording. Test one, standard fireball resistance.

*His familiar hoots from a nearby tree top. It too is wearing goggles. Tim takes several steps back, then brings his right hand up bowler style. He eyes the badge for a long moment, licking his lips. Step forward, swing arm back, step forward, swing arm forward, release! And a ball of blue fire shoots forth from his right hand, striking the target.

There is a flash of light and the area around the target is blackened. But both badge and the post it rests on are clean of any damage. There is a three foot circle around the post.*

Test one. Success.

(no subject)

[no_justice]

Death is sitting at the bar, with a pink plastic My Little Pony, and a black sparkly minature scythe.

And a large black forest gateau.

So cake and Death. Marvellous.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

((OOM: After Lilly-Mal in the Dreaming, Mal has a talk with Kaylee.))

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Serena, At the bar.

By the fireplace, in a nice chair.

Have at.

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

Max Evans meanders out of staff quarters, shirtless.

'kay, that's a lie.

Max Evans meanders out of staff quarters, wearing only his overshirt with the top two buttons open -- it's hot. As in, high in temperature.

And gives a salute to Maria Guerin, who heads back to the rooms again, bundle of laundry in her hand. Yes, that's right, the king of Antar cannot do his own.

And so he flops inna booth and orders coffee.

And does the crossword.

Very boring.

[Establishing his presence for doom, like Svava. But he can be tagged, so long as you are not against his randomly jumping up and leaving potentially mid-thread.]

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Outside by the lake, Lincoln is feeling... not bouncy, but eager to see what Sheppard has for him to learn. He's dressed in a blue track suit with white stripes down the side, which he quite likes. He paces around on the grass, humming tunelessly.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

OOM: Things continue to go badly for Arithon - but they're kinda going badly for Ramon too. He's getting frustrated and that means the little Prince's time is drawing to a close...

[OOC: As ever, warnings for graphic violence...even more so in this one probably. Also, disturbing imagery, language etc. And - I don't know if a conversation with Death needs a warning...but it should, considering it may make you cry.

Nearly done people. Only one more short one after this. And translations for the five tags in Paravian will be available in the back room shortly.]

An entry fifty years in the making

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(Ace has had quite an eventful time. Starting with appearing in the 7th Doctor's (her Doctor's) TARDIS, to resume her place in the timeline. She then goes to Gallifrey. There is, of course, a Christmas special, since what is Christmas without family? Even the years can't take the edge off of Ace's temper, so eventually the Doctor has to be called in. Of course, our heroine perseveres (call it being bullheaded, if you like), and she graduates, though life isn't always kind. Also? Doctor-mun rules the universe. That is the truth.)

The patrons of the bar have heard it twice now - the strange strangled sound that is almost like a car engine refusing to start, sort of like a asthmatic horse coughing into a megaphone, and utterly unlike both. Oddly enough, as the sound fades, there is not a second blue police box out by the lake.

There does seem to be another tree though.

How curious.

Even more curious is the fact he trunk of the tree opens as if on hinges, and a shortish, brown-haired woman steps out, clad in a black leather coat with a couple of distinctly non-Earth-origin patches, and jeans. The smile on her face is familiar, however.

It's the smile of someone who's come home.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

A pile of books and papers litter a table in the bar. Two history books have been abandoned, still opened. A linguistics books lays discarded. A couple of notebooks of paper. Today's newspaper. Yesterday's newspaper. Two weekly magazines.

These have all been set aside for a Fodor's-type book on Rome, Italy. Cally is totally engrossed, pausing only occasionally to take some notes. Interruptions would be welcome; it might remind her to finish her homework.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Masterharper Robinton in the bar.

Playing harp, of course.

Head to toe blues, because he's feeling a little homesick.

(no subject)

[truly-royal.livejournal.com]

It is, as Sara knows, very easy to be a Princess when one is warm and loved and well-fed.

Two out of three also apparantly suffice, for when Sara enters the bar today, she is beaming and happy, despite the poor condition of her clothing. The dark circles around her eyes are as deep as ever, and she is still very thin, but an attitude of good cheer does much to make them less noticeable.

She has a basket of purchases on one arm, and is clearly only planning to stop by, but the Bar has other plans. She shuts the door, and it disappears behind her.

She doesn't notice, and skips across the bar to look for her friends.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal appears. He doesn't walk in, he doesn't appear in a star-trek transporter ray, he's just ... suddenly there. His maroon eyes are far from sane.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

[ooc: Nightmare from friday, warnings for squick]

Kim is in the bar. She's in a booth listening to her iPod. A mostly untouched plate of food is next to her and she's trying to figure out how to fix some problems.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth by the fire having a pint. Next to him on the floor Scampi jumps up to catch a pom-pom on a string, which Guppy pulls just out of reach each time he gets close.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason guides Richard away from where Arithon lay. They reach the couch and he sinks down, head resting in his hands.

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Drawing in the dark.))

Millitimed to last night (Sept. 3rd, 1939):

Liz Imbrie rushes into the bar, looking neither left nor right -- she doesn't want to talk, say thankya.

She drops a single sheet of paper onto Bar's surface, at the very end, where it's dark and empty (well, emptier), and says, "For Masterharper Robinton, please," brushing a hand over her eyes. The sheet is the portrait of his hands, and her eyes are rather shiny.

The portrait is very, very good.

She leaves without seeing anyone she knows, and without Bar trying to let her know about Great Britain and France's declaration of war today. She knows already.

The door closes behind her.

((OOC: Seriously, I'm not here; Liz won't respond to tags, I just wanted to get this to Robinton tonight.))

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

(OOC: Millitimed to before the DoomDrama this evening.)

Hank McCoy spends most of the evening moving equipment. All the various things he had brought in and that he had asked Bar to make are moved into the Med Bay. It takes him several hours to do it, and when he is finally done he is tired. He sits down and writes three notes. When they are done he leaves them with Bar.

( Barry Allen )

( Dr Guppy Sandhu )

( Dr. Simon Tamm )

Afterwards, Hank moves off to the Bar and settles down to think and eat.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

OOM: Steph drifts, dazed, through the living city.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random comes crashing down the stairs at a breakneck pace. Jumping the last four steps and tearing out of the bar.

He's just had a rather successful Tarot Reading and for the first time in too long knows exactly what he has to do.
Don't even try to get in his way.
He's out the door of the bar in seconds, sprinting across the grass and towards the trees.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth near the back door, sipping coffee and just watching people. She does that, sometimes. It's a habit.