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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow and the kids are at the usual booth, reading together after dinner. Yeah, the icon says they're outside, but the mun really just needs one that shows Snow with both kids*

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM, Week 3: Jason has dinner at Richard's parents', Richard confirms Jason's time at Milliways.]

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred.

In the bar.

Jacket on the table.

Black hair wet from swimming.

Have at.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

After some hard training, you'd think Venkman would have gone to bed.

Well, you're right. He did. But it ended up being more of a nap instead.

So, it's late night, and an insomniac Ghostbuster in the bar.

Have fun.

(ooc: However, the mun may have to sleep in a while, and will likely have to slowtime. But feel free to tag anyway.)
EDIT: Awake again, and will be around, so tag as much as you like! :)

...day one after the headshot

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

A tall blonde man wanders downstairs from the from the guest rooms. There's bandages around his head and he looks somewhat confused and a little bit scared.

"A bar? I live...at a bar?"

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon, in bar, with button. The green and white one. Mmhmm.

He's also looking smug, but if you spent the night with B, you would too. It isn't an obvious smug, just...chipper around the edges.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan is sitting outside, leaning back against a fence post as she watches the horses with her dreamy grey eyes. Dreamy, yes, but the almost hysteria of last night seems to have gone.

For the moment, at any rate.

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Jedi Master Jade-Skywalker stumbles into the bar.

Not wearing much more than a nightshift, and a disheveled robe. She facepalms. "Ah, kriff."

She whirls around, because she really doesn't want to be in the bar right now, wearing nearly nothing, and besides, she's really trying to avoid this place at the moment.

Only...there isn't a door there anymore.

"Kriff it!" She grits out and kicks the not'door.

Someone should stop her from either hurting the wall, or hurting her foot.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Lobo comes downstairs, and after a very short exchange with Angie moves to the counter, and orders an ale, and meat.

Approach at your own risk.

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[pvccladheroine.livejournal.com]

Trinity is in the bar, studying her notes. Occasionally she glances at the door.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar, amazingly early, all things considered. He's in a dark booth fighting his first hangover. Holding his head in his hands and scowling at the table. He occasionally glances up to blink or squint glaringly at the lights, or grimace at a loud sound.
Come prod him and make him drink water, or talk to him and make him wince. It's a fun game really. But careful, this is when one of those buttons would come in handy. He may not bite, but he will certainly growl.

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[velocitygirl]

There's an Inyri at a booth, book in hand, and caff beside her.

Yes, the mun's uninventive right now.

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

House is sitting at a table, with a sandwich uneaten, eyes turned to the door.

He's not sure he wants to go through it. Not sure he wants to go back to his life in New Jersey.

There is a certain measure of comfort in the bar. He's not as...on edge here as he has always been out there. He has friends in the bar, and really only one back home. There's Stacy to consider, because she's there. Waiting for him.

And Cameron. He doesn't even want to think about that. How he feels about her in the bar, and how he feels about her at home are completely opposite ends of the spectrum.

House is feeling moody an out of sorts. But he's in the bar. And he's not leaving until after Tony and Michelle's wedding.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's down in the Bar, looking like he hasn't gotten any sleep at all (because he hasn't), still wearing his reading glasses (because he's been too preoccupied to bother taking them off), and a little paler than usual.

Someone tell him that that oversized mug of coffee is not going to do much to make him any less twitchy or on-edge.

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[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor is out back. By the lake. Sitting under a tree, with a book in his lap, though he's not reading it. He's looking out at the lake, stuying the nearly imperceptible ripple of the water as it moves.

In the Greenhouse...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is in the greenhouse, in a gown covered by a long white smock. She is busily and happily making bouquets, boutonniers, centerpieces and all manner of floral arrangements for the wedding.

She's already asked Bar for the other things she will need. She wants everything to be as nice as humanly possible for Tony and Michelle's wedding.

There are flowers of various stem sizes lying about on her work table, lilies and stephanotis, carnations and orchids, and the smell is incredible, really, with all those fragrant flowers. Elaine will probably smell like them when she exits the greenhouse.

When she was younger, Elaine used to make the floral arrangements for her father's feasts, or even just for every day, because any day was a good time for flowers, after all. She didn't have anywhere to work that was nearly as nice as this back home, though.

The lilies always bring back memories. She'll deal with that later on, but for now, she's focused on the look on her friends' faces when they see what she has done for decoration.

OOC: no tagging neccessary; mun may be in and out all day today.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Looks like Jaina's forgiven Zekk for his talk with Jag a week ago, cause there they are, sitting in a booth together. Well, across from each other at any rate. There's a deck of sabacc cards on the table, along with two pots, and some M&Ms that Bar provided when she asked for something aside from Oreos or toy soldiers to gamble with.

It's clear from the size of M&M groups in front of the Jedi that Jaina's clearly beating Zekk again.

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[aj_crawley]

[Lavinia, 2519 - Friday: Crowley settles the crew of Serenity at his place, and takes Kaylee shopping. Then, later that night, he does some reading.]

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

And here is a Chloe, fresh from her room, wearing comfy pink jogging pants and a light blue top that says "Sweet Mermaid" on it. She would welcome conversation! Just don't make fun of her outfit or you get the Glare of Doom.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Cheerful Amberite in the bar.

Hooray for the unions! He has the day off.

Come chat.

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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

OOM

Gil comes in through the Lake door and fetches his apron and tray then begins to walk the bar, clearing the debris from last night.

There's not much to do - the rats are hyper efficient lately.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz had left the moment he'd had the chance the previous night, but still, being on the outside hadn't changed his mood much.

When he reenters, he looks around briefly before sitting at the bar and ordering a sandwich for lunch. He doesn't open his bag, but rather occupies himself with picking at the sandwich little by little, looking at it as though it irritated him.

Some kind of conversation would probably be helpful at the moment.

[ooc: Mun is doing some chores, so tags may be slow.]

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[innocentknight.livejournal.com]

Paul. Bar. Accompanied by his afternoon pot of Earl Grey and a copy of 'Existentialism from Dostoevsky to Sartre' He is, as usual, completely oblivious to the various goings on with his fellow canon-mates in the bar but is feeling rather cheerful.

He's decided to write a novel, you see. Feel free to come over and ask him about it. Even if you don't have a clue who he is.

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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

It's a Catherine and she's really, really bored. I mean, really bored. C'mon and help her out, won't you?

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[capt_angie]

*One witch inna bar, atta booth, eating some kind of pasta dish and drinking cola with lemon while flipping through a thick spell book. Come say hi.*

[ooc: Please oh please, if someone -anyone- is around come and play. I need destracting from my first English lit. essay :(]

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie hasn't been out of his room since he saw Henry the other night. Sometime Saturday, vestigial parts of his brain kicked in, and he hits the bar for Chinese food and Coke. Before he goes back to the Staff Wing, he leaves ( three notes )

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[no-glasses.livejournal.com]

Percy steps back into the bar. His face is a little scruffy, and there are twigs in his hair. It's apparent that he's been sleeping outside for some time. What's much less apparent is that he's hungry.

Come talk to him, especially if you bear food.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred's in the bar, sprawled out over the couch by the fire.

With a book.

Yes, a book.

And he's reading it, too.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The older Michael is still in the bar.

Well, he planned to stay there for the weekend, after all. He just thought it would be Milliways 25 years from now.

Come be confused at him, if you know his younger self. Strangers are also welcome, of course.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After breakiness has been fixed.]

Aeryn entered the bar and took a look around. Things seemed so different, even in a few days. She ordered a Ras'lak and some bacon and toyed with it idly. Then she stood up and looked out the window. In a way, it was strange to think of it. Even if she had left, the world would still be ending in one place. If she died, the world would still be ending. No matter what she did, some things would never change. The inevitability settled on her shoulders, but it did not weight her down. She sat at the bar, picked up her fork and smiled.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was still in the bar with her basket of beaded suncatchers and her sign that was glittery and said:

Have an amusing anecdote, dirty joke or touching tale that you tell better than anyone?
Tell me!
I'm setting up a collection 'today' has been crossed out and replaced with another exclamation point.

Also, recently added in green ballpoint, was: Last Chance! Collecting through tonight only!

At the moment she's got brownies and a vanilla milkshake, she'll share the first as there are always scads of them on the plate when she orders.

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[i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com]

Janette has come here, seeking peace and perhaps a bit of conversation.

She sits at a booth, idly sipping at a goblet of bloodwine, watching the world around her.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((Pre-Milliways.))

Atton steps into the bar, letting the door swing shut behind him and immediately looking for some indicator of how long it's been in Milliways since he left. Come, why don't you tell him, or just talk to him, as he would appreciate that as well.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar, at least for a while this evening. He's been drinking water all day to quench his hangover. It seems to finally be taking affect. Of course it couldn't hurt to suggest painkillers again, or some other cure. Wouldn't want him to be cranky for his not'date tonight.
So, French dandy in a booth with water, only occasionally growling at noisy passersby. He wouldn't mind company, though, in the meantime.

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[dreamywitch.livejournal.com]

Blip.

There's a young blonde woman, standing by the bar. A fairly surprised look on her face, she smiles a little bit and turns, a meal already appearing on the dark wood.

Jaenelle Angelline is in Milliways once more.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Tony has been released.]

OOM: Tahiri, Data, and Lore

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to last Saturday after this thread, Tahiri and Lore do a little exploring. Then Data shows up and ruins Lore's fun.]

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria is in the bar. Still in human clothes, though she is blue as usual otherwise.

She's not doing anything particularly amusing this time, because her mun has run out of creative and absurdist things for her to do, and also perhaps because she was awake half the night pretending to be asleep.

It's hard to tell what sort of mood she is in just now, perhaps because she isn't in one yet at all.

Maybe you can change that.

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[collects_ears]

George slips into the Bar - his first order of business is food - having spent most of the day in the saddle, he's ravenous. A moment's consideration settles him on a plate of ribs, and a glass of Ale. He quickly scouts an empty table, and once seated - promptly digs in. Though outwardly it would appear that most of his concentration is on the food in front of him, from time to time his eyes scan the bar - seeking something.

There's a faint furrow between his eyes. He has something on his mind.

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[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Chris has had a tough week. Work is a pain enough without getting picked on by the guys. It was her birthday today...which led to more ridicule unfortunately. The last thing she needed was a trip to Milliways, but it wasn't like she could control such things.

*She stumbles in*

I'm not even gonna say anything

*She heads over to the bar*

"Bourbon on the rocks and some ice, please"

*The bar brings up her drink and the ice as she raises the cloth of her t-shirt on one of her arms.*

Her upper arm and shoulder holds a giant bruise, in every color you could think of.

"Thanks"

Birthday punches, my ass. These are bruises. Sometimes being "one of the guys" isn't exactly the greatest advantage.

*She rubs her arm with the ice, occasionally reaching out her hand for a sip of her drink*


Come bother her. She wouldn't mind....just don't even touch her arm.

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

OOM:Room 75

And there is a british midshipman making his way down from the guest rooms, to the bar. If his eyes are a bit glassy, they are dark, and the corner he choses to sit in is dark as well. When Ivan the wait rat stops by to harrass him- (Wellard has apparently taken Jason's place for Ivan's abuse)- he just lets the rat squeak for a long while before ordering a cup of tea.

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[inquisitivehero]

OOM: Hank decides to come downstairs

Hank slowly descends the stairs, halting in mid-stagger as he sees the wide room, his eyes going wide. For a few long moments he hangs on the side of the stairs, and then with a slow shake of his head and something like fear, he keeps moving down the stairs.

As he reaches bar level, he spots an open table out of the way, and moves to it slowly. He slips once but catches himself almost painfully on a chair someone is seated in. He mumbles something like an apology and then collapses in the seat he had chosen. With a look around, he casts his gaze down at the table top, trying not to get dizzy and frightened by the tumult around him. His breathing is heavy and he is shaking slightly.

Hank McCoy has come down to the bar again. His fur is still somewhat singed on the edges, though it is growing out quite well and Naraht clipped much of the damaged area off. Some small scars are still visible in certain areas, and he looks visibly older, and much more tired than he has ever appeared in the bar. His claws on both hands and feet are long and sharp looking, and one ear is slightly torn at the tip. He is dressed in some blue shorts and shirt that look comfortable, that Bar provided for him. He has a dazed and almost fearful look in his eyes. He looks, frankly, like he has been through a war. Or worse.

Come say hi if you wish. He may even not bite. Maybe.

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[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Puck wants to see a big city. Jonathon is still somewhat sane.

Cue Jonathon taking the Fae to the unsuspecting city of Gotham.

Millitimed to yesterday.]

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack is in the bar, la la. He's looking for Claire, la la. But he'll talk to anyone, la la. And probably not sing, la la.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Sometimes zombies are just zombies. Not that Mercutio is technically a zombie. But he is just Mercutio, in the bar unadorned by bizarre hats or chessboards or snails. Just eating bread and honey and writing on a piece of paper.

He wants to talk to you.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim, once again, is in the bar. From time to time, he pauses, attempting to answer whatever prayer reaches him this time. It's getting annoying. He hasn't had any success since his work with Raven.

And yes, his sign is up. "NEW TO THE AREA? CURIOUS? LET ME HELP ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS."*

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Earlier today.]

Nymphadora Tonks storms in the front door of Milliways, her face a thundercloud. She heads straight for her husband.

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[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

The slender boy in a side booth has an extraordinary delicacy of touch, if the house of cards slowly building on the table before him is any indication. Yami is more precise, Yugi is better at balance, and the two of them combine skills wordlessly, one mind wrapped in another, stacking together like card upon card.

Just now, their joint creation is six levels high, four decks of regular playing cards already absorbed into it, black against white against red against black. Yami's sharp eyes narrow, and he pauses before starting the seventh story, sorting another deck by suit.

If you are truly cruel, you could knock it over. Most art is fragile.

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[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar and drops down onto a booth, looking rather relieved to be there.*

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar once again. This time he doesn't have his notes out in front of him. Tonight he's concentrating on his dinner with single-minded focus.

((OOC: Sister needs the comp, will return as soon as she's done. Back now.))

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[true_desire]

How long has it been since Desire last set foot in the bar?
Some might say it's been a matter of weeks, others longer than a month, and there are certainly those that would claim it was longer still. Regardless of the actual amount of time the Endless has spent in or out of the bar, the brat Endless wanders in as if there had never been a lapse in visits -- although the cocky walk comes to a dead halt the moment Desire sees the rather disturbing collection of something tiny and redtext-enabled on top of the counter.

What happens next, of course...

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Tonight's Dinner selections:

A fine collections of meats, gourmet cooked for your delight.

Tenderloin, Prime Rib, Filet Mignon, Rump Roast, or London Broil;

Cooked to order with your choice; steamed vegetable medly, baked potato, twice-baked potato, rice pilaf or garlic/thyme mashed potatoes.

Comes with salad or soup; french onion, chile con carne, steak soup or Green Bay Cheese.

(no subject)

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

It's funny how things happen.

When one hasn't been to a place in a while, one may think about returning to it. But if one is Rose Red, one is worrying more about keeping things running in one's own place, stopping terrorist revolutions in one's own place, and of course throwing parties in one's own place.

This is why it's funny when Rose Red opens the door to what she thought was home.

And it's Milliways.

"... Nice."

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[darkly-romantic.livejournal.com]

Once the moon had come up, Louis had gone into the city to walk, to hunt, to feed.

When he entered a bar to find the man who had mugged the young lady he had been hunting the previous night, he entered Milliways; with the sound of cars nipping at his heels, and a quiet meowing as a large cat followed him in, he steps inside.

"Oh."

And he looks around for the few he knows before heading to the bar, ordering a glass of red wine.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's Saturday.

Bernard's at the usual table, tequila and book at hand.

Porfidio and The World and Other Places by Jeanette Winterson.

His wife's out running errands.

La.

(no subject)

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

There's a flash of light, and the being most feared (or reviled in any case) by the crew of the Enterprise is there.

Q.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony needed quietness.

Therefore, he went out for a walk today, trying to clear his head. He’s back indoors now, eating a small bowl of soup and searching for a certain brunette he knows.

No, her name isn’t Nina Myers. Or Mandy/Miranda, for that matter, although both have been occupying his thoughts. He had forgiven, or had at least resigned to understand Nina, even though he didn’t want to. Could he do the same for Mandy? Or Saunders? Or any of the other people who had hurt him, his friends, and innocents, if they clearly showed signs of reform?

It’s almost enough to make a guy wish there was an easy button. That way, he could make things happen the way he wanted and see people in the light he wanted to without having to worry about delays, misfortune, reformation or any other curveballs.

He needs to talk to someone, but he’s not sure who would really listen. Or understand.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia is in the bar, at an out-of-the-way table, eating dinner. She'd prefer it if you just left her alone.

Feel free to ignore that, however.
(*mun runs to hide*)*

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow's at her usual booth, having already eaten dinner she's reading a book and sipping a cup of tea, rather relaxed*

(no subject)

[lyra_silver]

Lyra Silvertongue and her daemon climb over the garden fence and into Milliways. The wrought iron is just visible through the doorway.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Seems like a fine night for a nice frozen saguaro cactus margarita.

Not sweet, not sour. Somewhere in between and almost perfect.

He's got that notebook that used to belong to Ed a long time ago, the one he wrote all about space in and gave to Beth for her birthday. He's working on an almost blank page near the back: it's an addendum.

It's about Tharsis City. He figures since Beth saw that little bit of it the other night, he owes her as much description of the rest of the story as he can muster. And maybe it's as much for his own sanity as to satisfy any curiosity she might have about it.

By his side is a plate of rice and aibiki, the kind they serve in one place only, so far as he knows, in the whole Solar System: on Callisto. It took a long time for Bar to produce this plate, and it came with a note making it damn clear this would be the last time he'd get it.

And so he picks at the aibiki slowly with a pair of chopsticks in between sips of the saguaro cactus margarita and writing about Vicious and their encounter in the church. He intends to savor all of it.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

There's more focus than usual, and more wariness, in the way River scans the room, as she enters.

Whatever -- or whomever -- she's looking for, she doesn't seem to see it. She doesn't relax, or stop glancing about, but she doesn't tense up either.

Instead, she makes her way to a booth. A quick step to the bench, to the table, and then she's perched comfortably on the back of the booth, back against the wall and bare feet resting on the wood, giving the nearby rafters a speculative glance.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Earlier today]

Guppy is sitting at the bar, talking to the kitten.
He is at a level of drunkness approximately half way between slightly tipsy and enough to make him fall asleep on the bar.
Scampi is listening quite attentively to what he is saying, but this is mainly because he is having his tummy tickled rather than because he actually understands.

[ooc: Mun is experiencing minor difficulties with the mouse. Apols in advance for icons that make no sense or tags that get sent in the middle of typing. Mouse now appears to be behaving itself.]

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[capt_angie]

*Angelina is still in the bar, only now she's sitting at the bar with a glass of Firewhiskey. Come and keep her company.*

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty is in a good mood.

Currently he is sitting at a small table with a book on necromancy, a plate of sandwiches, and a small bottle of akvavit. He wouldn't mind company too.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven settles at a booth, feet propped up on a nearby chair.

He is reading a book, and occasionally he inhales a cookie. He doesn't appear to chew it, either.

There is a jug of lemonade nearby, half-empty, though there are some clean glasses.

Stop by, if you like. He doesn't mind sharing.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli's been at work today in the forge, but for now he wants something to eat, and maybe a chance to put his feet up. So- dwarf.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray didn't even try the door this morning. Knowing that there's a twenty-three-story drop waiting for you tends to do that to a guy. Instead, he's been in his room the whole time.

He's headed downstairs for dinner now. Then, if the big ol' coil of rope and the grappling hook are anythign to go by, probably outside.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has spent most of the day sleeping.

It hasn't helped.

He comes downstairs and pauses at the sight of the new, gleaming piano. A slow smile spreads over his face. He goes to the piano and runs a hand over its top, then lays a cheek on the back. "Hi there," he says quietly. "I'm Charlie. And you are beautiful."

He sits at the bench and touches the keys slowly, all eight-eight, his eyes closed.

Then he begins to play.

Claire de Lune, soft and slow.

(no subject)

[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

*Cort is in the bar. He is smug.

This does not bode well.*

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan is curled up on the couch by the fireplace, with hot chocolate at hand. A note is also at hand, carefully studied and now lying by the mug. She's watching the room, if idly, and mayhap a bit drowsily.

The light may catch the jade rose earrings that she's wearing, ones that match her necklace.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is a white cat on the bar, idly reading a Social Anthropology textbook. A wicker cage sits nearby, with a songbird in it. The cat doesn't seem to be paying attention to the caged bird, which is caught between terror at the cat and need of food. A collection of small caterpillars lies against the cage wall closest to the cat. The bird cannot decide which to give in to: hunger or terror.*

*The cat licks a claw and turns the page.*

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

{OOM: For several days Malcolm Crowe hasn't been sleeping well. A dream has been building, and tonight, at last, it comes to pass.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a Vampire Executioner in the bar.

She's watching Will and Grace on her laptop and ignoring her dinner. A coke next to her, and a pen tapping absently on the bartop as she sits and regards the screen before her.

Come say hi before she counts the ways she would have to kill Jack McFarlan.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jason asks Jean Claude to roll him in hopes of getting back to Milliways.]

Special thanks to prone_to_panic for guest starring. Apologies to future JC mun...you can beat me for it if you like.

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[mnt_raph]

*See Raph.
See Raph walk to the Bar.
Walk, Raph. Walk.
See him order a beer.
Yay! Beer!
See him Drink the beer.
Drink, Raph. Drink*

(no subject)

[kabeleced]

At one of the booths, there's a plate of burnt paradoxes, a plate of scorched onion rings, and a plate of hopelessly overcooked potato wedges, arranged in a loose sort of semicircle. In the middle, there's a rather larger plate, with a pile of toothpicks sitting in front of it.

The man sitting at the booth is clearly contemplating some architectural feat of great importance. What it's going to be, however, has yet to reveal itself.

(no subject)

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

Heero is sitting at a table, typing rapidly in a laptop. The laptop is borrowed from Duo, and therefore covered with band stickers: 'The Flaming Tarts', 'Katezilla', and 'Ghosts with Internet Access' among them. Every so often he glances up around at the bar, or stops typing for awhile to study things. Then he goes right back to work again.

Despite the way he looks, feel free to interrupt him. He probably should take a break.

(no subject)

[emrys-lost.livejournal.com]

It is raining again in Fincayra. It has been raining for almost three days straight, and the sheer wetness of everything is beginning to get on Merlin's nerves.

But at least he is near shelter. His hair is stuck to his face, water dripping off into his eyes and running down his cheek like frozen tears. His cloak is hanging heavily off of his shoulders, and his clothes are equally drenched. He's looking forward to a warm fire and a change of clothes.

But as he opens the door to Cairpre's home and prepares to step in, he pauses and looks into the bar that he's fairly sure should not be there.

"Oh by the gods. Not again."

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[flybywash]

[OOC: Two things that should have been posted earlier, but the person babysitting Wash's journal for the weekend is a ditz: Before Serenity touches down on Lavinia, Wash does his best to convince Zoe that visiting a Core planet will be fun.]

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[leplusbeau]

[OOM: Bill and Fleur play house in their new real flat. Rated PG then very NC-17 for newlywedness and dirty icons.]