(no subject)

[k_in_black]

One Man in Black. In the bar.

With bourbon.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: April and Raph go to New Jersey to find Mikey. They bicker like an old married couple, almost get arrested for roadside blanket wrestling and find Laddie along the way. After all of that, guess who they discover snug in April's bed when they return? Timed to last weekend.]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Crowley's there.

He's slunk in at some point, forgoing his usual confident saunter, and is sitting in a corner booth, ignoring some tea.

A little ashen, perhaps, and rather more subdued than usual, but Crowley's there.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

[OOM: Cywyllog and Montparnasse discover the joys of television.]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

There's an angel in the bar. There do tend to be rather a lot of them, these days, so a mass of white feathers shouldn't really provoke undue comment.

Decorating for Tony and Michelle's Wedding (Millitimed to shortly before the wedding)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine had been working since sun up, getting things perfect for Tony and Michelle's wedding, and now she was finally done.

She'd enlisted the help from quite a few of the men of the bar to help put up the tent and tables for the reception and set up the chairs and podium for the ceremony. After that, it was time to decorate, which Elaine did happily, feeling rather as if she was helping prepare for one of her father's feasts.

She fastened bouquets of white, gold and purple lilies upon each aisle seat and woven in the lattice of the podium. She placed two large pewter candleabras behind the podium--she felt candles were necessary for any wedding.

For the tables in the reception area, she covered the tables with white cloths and set each place carefully, referring to a formal place setting guide in a cookbook to make sure she got it right. She placed arrangements of lilies and purple orchids at each table. At each place setting, there was a favor of a tiny glass vase, into which Elaine had placed violets and stephanotis. She made sure the reception and dancing floor would be well lit with torches and candles, and then surveyed her work.

Sighing deeply in satisfaction, she then hurried inside to get dressed. She only had an hour or so!

(no subject)

[no-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOC:

Out of Milliways: Merry Christmas]

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random inna bar.

Enjoying the last day of what seems like a too, too brief weekend.

The Tarot Cards are back out, and he's toying with them, absentmindedly.

And yes, the 'Bites When Provoked' button is still there, why do you ask?

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar because, well, because he slept there.
Returning to Illyria's room after his not'date, was probably not a wise thing to do.
So he's sitting in a booth, blinking groggily and considering a cup of coffee. Come motivate him to actually get one. Or at least to go find a more comfortable place to sleep.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

The doors open, and Faith walks in with a bag slung over her shoulder, backwards, slowly, hesitantly, smiling and blowing somebody a kiss as she does.

She closes the door behind her, then turns, sighing, and heads for her suite, emerging a few moments later with the bag gone and her Security badge clipped to her waist. When she sees the new piano, she stops walking and blinks at it, then beams and all but runs over to it, running her fingers over the smooth surface before sitting down to play.

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

( oom: down in the Millicells )

[ooc: locked to mandyforhire, please]
[ooc squared: responses may be slowtimed until 10 or so tonight...]

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

It's early, but the man in green still has a martini in front of him. He flips slowly through his sketchpad, pausing often to look at drawings of a certain man. His subject's expressions are usually serious in the drawings but there are a few with true joy, and Jack looks longest at these.

Gathering Post

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Elaine has everything covered. It's nice--beautiful, even--but compared to the other weddings that have taken place recently, this is fairly small.

[ ooc: see note in the back room. ]

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven is in the bar for now, though she may venture outside later. She's not had any strange dreams since Arithons help, and she's feeling adventurous. Dressed in jeans, a top and a pair of hiking boots she makes her way up to the bar and orders something for lunch.

Turkey sandwich, glass of milk and a bowl of pineapple chunks. Today was her last day of 'vacation' and she wanted to enjoy it.

So, come say hi and share her pineapple chunks, she's in a good mood.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar. His badge is on his belt again, instead of in his belt pouch. He has decided to be back on duty.

He leans up against Bar and orders a sandwich, taking his first steps back into the world of meat-eaters.

...day two.

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick walks down from his room, a little more informed.

Apparently, he's on a liquid diet, though he's not sure what it is, and he might have a peanut allergy, though he doesn't think so. From what he can tell, he's somewhat well liked.

He's thirsty, so he wanders to the bar and orders a Cherry Cola before plopping down onto a stool. He takes a couple of sips and sighs contentedly.

Life's not so bad, even if the bandages around his head are starting to itch.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Soul Patch-less

Tony gets rid of an old friend. And the heavens rejoice. Millitimed before the wedding. ]

OOM:

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Bonnie gets dressed for the wedding. Not hers - Tony and Michelle's. They don't make lugnuts in gold electroplate.]

Ceremony Post

[callmedavid.livejournal.com]

David is standing at the front, watching the guests arrive and talking to a few of them. He's nervous, yes, but he's very good at hiding it.

He looks up at the cloudless sky and smiles. It's a beautiful day for a wedding.

[OOC: See note in back room.]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: This morning in The Daily Prophet]

(no subject)

[velma-dinkley.livejournal.com]

A door opens...
and Velma peers round the corner, hair and glasses in disarray, and, upon seeing that its the bar and not the secret hiding place of a monstrous swamp thing that may be the local tobacco magnate trying to scare people away from evidence of his families brutality during the slave era, (or in Shaggy and Scoobs opinion is a salivating pile of possessed swamp mud with "skinny hippy, talking dog on the side" as a favorite breakfast), she tidies her hair, glasses and straightens up her skirt before ordering a cherry cola...

_{occ: mun is writing dissertation on the impact of american television on norwegian youth... come distract her from this torment! in additional information mun is also glad to finally have internet again hooray!
[OCC: Summary for compilers of millichannel: Velma meets fellow mystery solving scientist Barry aka the Flash, they exchange pleasantries. She also meets Lobo, aka the main man, with whom she exchanges alot more than pleasntries, retiring to his room for some PG-13 and faded to black NC-17]}

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Killer kitty! ...in other words, Gorlim and Eilinel discuss what the hell he was doing in the woods (being crazy), herbs, bears, Asar-Suti, Lee Castle, and are very cute. Millitimed to the night before last. More or less. Approximately. Our continuity is pastede on yay.]

(no subject)

[stupid-scar.livejournal.com]

The Potter is in the Bar.

The Potter is not-really-reading a book that looks older than your great-grandmother. He's glowering at the pages at intervals, and the rest of the time doodling things on a yellow notepad.

It's not a very interesting book.

Come give him a better reason to ignore it than the importance of doodling thestrals?

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

The Doctor is still enjoying his vacation, which is why the TARDIS is still parked behind the bar, and he himself is strolling through the back door.

Oh, sure, eventually, the wandering itch will catch him again, and he'll be off gallivanting through time and space. But for now, he's just sitting at the bar enjoying some tea and biscuits.

Join him, won't you?

(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

Many people have been having issues with the topic recently, it seems.

But contrary to the belief of many, Redemption is present in the bar.

Just in the form of Sariel, drumming her fingernails against a table and looking remotely bored.

She'll talk to you, if you're needing to discuss forgiveness, or just want to meet an archangel.

(no subject)

[iustus_rex]

Edmund is in a cheerful mood, when he enters the bar from the HOuse of Arch. It's been a quiet day, after all, mainly spent reading, and he's in the mood to draw or to talk to people now, instead.

He gets a pot of tea, taking it over to one of the tables, absently flipping through his sketchbook as he drinks.

Edmund is in a cheerful mood. Let's see how long it lasts, shall we?

(no subject)

[prydeful]

[OOM: Bullet to the lung and pain in the brain. Warning for violence and injury. And a lot of blood.]

(no subject)

[no-glasses.livejournal.com]

Percy's still in the bar. He isn't entirely ready to go home yet, as he remembers the horrible feeling that the Dememtors' brooding gave him. It wasn't a specific feeling, but it was enough to put him on edge.

"Ham and pineapple sandwiches, please," he requests from the bar. Yossarian's unusual combination was quite good. "And Earl Grey tea and a copy of my local newspaper, if you can be bothered."

Percy's quite relieved when the bar gives him a newspaper from the correct universe, and even more relieved that it's the Daily Prophet. He takes a sip of the tea that materialized with the paper, pulling the news closer so he could catch up with anything he might have missed. Before double-checking the date, however, he sees this.

The tea that was in his mouth a second ago is now on the bar.

(no subject)

[erstaunlich.livejournal.com]

It's not their day.
no one could ever know me, no one could ever see me
Not for the X-Men.
seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
And now there's Kurt, walking into the bar, shaking, but at least he'd found the right place, gone to the right people through the right door and where are they who he has to talk to?
someone to face the day with
He's been praying, he's been crying, he's been shaking twice this and now he's just speaking murmured German to himself and leaning against the wall, blue skin slightly greyish and yellow eyes a mixed green when spinning with the salt of tears.
make it through all the rest with
All the while, he's looking. There are faces he's hunting for.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is inna bar with Ailbhe the kitten. He appears to be trying to teach her to play tic-tac-toe. This is either a sign of insanity or boredom -- and with Gorlim, neither is more probable than the other. Care to come find out?

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Cigarettes.

For one, they make good props and he knows it. They're good for magic tricks: he can make them appear and disappear. He can light them on fire. He can roll them around between his fingertips, he can use their contents to do futuristic blood tests. Hell, they're kind of this all-purpose thing that's good to have around, to have on hand.

For another thing, it was damn near impossible to be a hit-man for the Dragons without cigarettes. They're an easy introduction to so damn many things, he can't even begin to recount them.

Plus, he likes smoking. He likes it out of habit more than anything, but they're kind of this extension of who he is by now, he's been smoking for so long. And today as he writes up the story of what happened in that abandoned church in Tharsis City, adds it to the travelog at the back of Beth's notebook, he's got a lit cigarette between the middle and index finger of his left hand.

And he writes and writes, and no saguaro cactus margarita for him now and no oddly familiar aibiki from Callisto: just the notebook, a cigarette, and a cup of black coffee. He's not much of a writer but he promised this to Beth, and he means to keep his promise.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is still reading his book.

There are a few chocolate chip cookies on a nearby plate, but he only took a bite out of one before leaving the rest.

He doesn't look sad or broken or depressed and he's not faking this smile. He just looks happy.
("If I told you to make a nova, Mouse, what would you do?")
It looks good on him.

Par-Tay!

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

...or, in other words, the reception post.

There's music, food, and alcohol under the tent. Come and crash join the party!

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

44-year-old Michael Guerin in the bar again. This may be your last chance to catch him, so come on over.

(no subject)

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Fox in the bar!

Wearing this and loose white pants.

She's not really naked. Or she is, but she doesn't look it.

Come talk to her!

(no subject)

[iustus_rex]

Edmund comes over to the bar, from talking to Angelo, and leaves two notes with her, along with his sketchbook. He'll pick it up later.

( Note to Bernard )

( Note to Peter, Lucy, Susan, Adam, Raven, and Arithon )

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

Amazing, how tiring a morning of lounging can be. Especially when your daughter's definition of 'lounging' includes a rigorous game of tackle Go Fish.

Having thoroughly worn herself out playing, Sunny is now down for her afternoon nap, and Nymphadora takes the opportunity to go join her husband at the Bar.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is at the bar people watching. Not watching for anyone in particular this time, except perhaps new people.
He's still drinking water, which is probably for the best, really. He's pondering a lot of things while he sits and watches.
He might tell you what he's brooding over, he might not. Only one way to find out really.
Preferably without poking. At least not with wiggidy-poles and such.
Come meet/speak with him.
So the mun can stop shamelessly begging crackchat to entertain her.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[Lavinia, 2519: On Lavinia, there is a Party. And then, there are certain events that occur after the Party.]

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

[ OOM Sarah pays a visit to her Uncle Billy.]

thanks to those of you who shared stories and jokes with her over the past couple days

OOM

[obligatoryass]

Logan dreams.

OOC: And I'm off to work. Back by 11 central time.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[Mini!OOM: Inara sends a message to the Guild.]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: This morning, Lilly and Alain have coffee and talk and get surprisingly serious. Rated WTF because their muns so didn't see this coming.]

(no subject)

[emrys-lost.livejournal.com]

Merlin is in the bar. He had spent the night sleeping in a booth, as it was still raining in Fincayra, and no matter how many times he'd opened his own door, it kept opening on the bar. As it was dryer in the bar than out of it, he chose to stay here.

Of course, that means there is now a rumpled looking, vaguely stiff and hungry boy looking around the bar, wondering just what exactly he's gotten himself into.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard strolls into the bar, humming softly.

Spending the morning and afternoon in your pyjamas with your wife and daughter and doing nothing more strenuous than pour waffles on the griddle (Is that a euphemism? Let's go with yes.) tends to put one in a pleasant mood.

It's been a good day.

He stops by Bar. A letter appears for him.

Well. There goes the pleasant mood.

He sighs and gets a cup of coffee. No reason to write back; Edmund's likely gone already.

Then he blinks as he sits on a nearby stool.

"Prophet didn't come today?"

Almost reluctantly, it materializes, folded in half so that the headline is hidden.

Thankfully, Bernard is not drinking when he unfolds it.

At first, he merely pales in shock.

The explosion will come later.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Amazing what a good night's sleep will do. Particularly when the last two nights have been pure hell due to worry. But Hank has improved enough that Naraht actually slept deeply...and she's in the Bar hoping to find information that might make him better.

Or to at least find out if information that will make him worse is being knocked around so she can prepare him.

Mermaid in the Bar with tea, looking around pensively for Staff members. But she'll talk to anyone who might have info.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random (button and all) is in the bar.

Enjoying a Sunday Dinner of cold carrot salad. With raisins.

(Humiliated grapes, really...)

Come say hello, if you're feeling brave. He's in a strange mood.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is at a table, drinking tea and eating muffins, which she is sharing with the squirrels.

Come say hello? She might give you a muffin.

BARTENDING!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion runs down the steps, hops behind the bar, and, after a sound effect that is usually followed by the sound of a cat screeching in irritation, stands up once more. His feet do their best to neaten up before he pulls the chalk over and writes up the specials. Drinks
Chocolate Toasted Almond
Sunrise
Strawberry Blonde
Food
Chicken Bacon Ranch Pizza
Fetticini Alfredo
Cranberry Vinagarette Salad
And then he finally BREATHES.

A Trio of OOM's.

[fated-fox.livejournal.com]

In order of post date...

Hale journeys back in time to rediscover his past and hopefully recieve a clue as to his current state and tahlmorra. (Belatedly posted, but better late than never.)

Niall and his family enjoy a moment of ordinary family life.

And Ian reflects on the anniversary of his sister's death.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

It has been some nine months since Archie first stumbled through the door into Milliways. Nine months of discovery and adventure and woe and frustration and joy and terror and passion and learning. And most of what he has learned is exactly how much he does not know.

So he's sitting outside by the lake on a rock overlooking the water trying to remedy this. He's got the sheaf of notes that Arithon gave him once again, as well as the little illusion.

He'll be out there until the light gets too dim to read by, and then probably a while longer.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Barty and Morgan meet outside. They talk, kiss, and are very happy in each other's company.

They see a thestral come out of the forest, via The Dreaming; it returns. It's hurt. Then they kiss some more.

And then Barty has a girlfriend, and Morgan has a boyfriend, and they walk hand in hand back to the bar and upstairs.]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti walks up to the notice board and hangs up a rather large notice, with a picture attached:




That done, he withdrew to a booth where he could be easily spotted, to read a herbology textbook from Gil's world. He was glad that he didn't have all of that stuff in his garden...

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty walks downstairs. He's not so much in a good mood as a truly exceptional mood.

Then he sees Potter. He goes over.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

A poet and writer was out sitting near the lake, a large boulder making a makeshift seat. It was twilight time, and he was watching the moon rise serenely in the sky. He had gotten a flashlight from the bar, and was using it to light the notebook where he was working. There was the beginnings of more prose on the page, with some obvious corrections, and erasings. The paper was lightly smudged with the graphite markings in places.

He won't mind a distraction or two.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There was an area out back with a mattress and several pillows set up. And somebody up in a nearby tree, about 10 feet up, who looks like they're about to jump. It looks like a certain Ghostbuster who's gearing up, and muttering under his breath. "Happy thoughts, happy thoughts."

Come watch the crackiness and see if he falls on his ass.

~I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings
Comin' down is the hardest thing
I'm learning to fly around the clouds
But what goes up must come down~

(no subject)

[zia-crow.livejournal.com]

It's a crisp afternoon. Mid-September in Scotland, by the lake; still green, but there's a bite to the air, and the sky is a clear blue that seems to stretch for miles past the true horizon, a great arching dome of freedom.

And then there are two crows in the air. Gone one minute and there the next, as if they've just flapped out from behind an invisible wall. One does a barrel roll, and raucous caws like laughter split the air.

They glance at each other, or seem to, and dive for the ground, wings folding in unison, opening to backwing in heavy rowing flaps. And then -- there's no transition, or almost none, just a sudden growth -- there are two girls standing on the heather. Just two punky kids, identical as twins -- coffee-dark skin, unruly spikes of blue-black hair, combat boots and raggedy shorts and tatter-sleeved black jackets. Skinny and giggling, and looking around themselves with great interest.

It's only a few moments before they're peering around the edge of the door with bright-eyed fascination, one head above the other.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

There is a dragon in the bar.

He's purple.

He's drunk.

He's depressed.

He's wailing John Kanakanaka. Badly.

Someone is not happy.

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

There's a familiar figure occupying a booth in one of the bar's quieter corners. Maybe you know him, maybe you don't. At the moment, he's muttering something to himself over a mug of chicken soup.

... Wait.

Something's not right here.

(no subject)

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

OOM: It's full moon time! Those who would, come and play!

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah, rainsoaked from her visit with her uncle, stepped into the bar, smiling crookedly. She had done what she could with wind before getting there, but her hair was still soaked through and dripping down the back of her shirt.

She slid into one of the seats at the bar and smiled when it provided a towel for her. She did her best to wring out her hair while ordering a bottle of applemash whiskey and a plate of frybread.

She took both to one of the smaller tables near the window, she'll probably share if you ask nicely

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran has come back to Milliways for the second time in three days. Don't get used to him; he won't be around nearly so much after the semester starts.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Exactly who would bother to write a coffee table book on the history of winches* is a little unclear, but the fact is that someone, somewhere in some universe, did. Which means that Ray now has one, and is sitting at a table ignoring his dinner and reading the History of the Winch with an air of absolute fascination.

He's got the creepy green soda as per usual.

*Not wenches- those at least might make for an interesting read, or at least an appealing photographic survey

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

After this, Lilly has slipped away to a back booth. She's sitting there with a mug of untouched coffee.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*The door slams open with some force. On the other side, a certain incarnation of magic can be seen, standing in the middle of what looks like a bomb blast. Except... no scorch marks, no flames. So... a concussive blast. Yeh, thats it.

TIm runs a hand through his messed up hair, glaring at the reamains of the woods about him. He sniffs once, twice, three times, then nods his head. No scent of any remaining magic. Good.

Storming into the bar, a flick of his fingers closes the door behind him. He finds his good seat by the bar, then flips up his sign. ""ARE YOU NEW? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? ASK ME, I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP." Then he huffs.*

Fucking slyphs.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC:

Out of Milliways: The Great Four-Way Palaver

In which a decision is made.]

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie walks slowly in to the bar from out by the lake. It had taken the rising of the moon to remind him that it probably wasn't a good idea for him to be out there tonight. So he acquires tea from Bar and sits heavily in one of the chairs by the fireplace. The notes and the little illusion are set carefully to the side and Archie sits, sipping his tea absently and staring at nothing in particular.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

The door from the Staff Wing opens, and Susannah of New York rolls out, not in her midnight blue wheelchair, the one from the Bar, but the clunky motorized cart she entered in. Ho Fat III.

She's dressed in raggedy leather; the clothes she wore into the bar. Her pistol is jammed into her belt like a pirate's cutlass, and her face is set and determined; she looks like a statue carved in dark stone.

She doesn't look around, but steers the electric cart haltingly towards the door out of the bar. The battery is growing fitful... but it's almost over now.

Almost over now.

[OOC: Limited to those who already know they're s'posed to post in. Say sorry.]

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Millitimed to last Sunday, Tom requests his wand back from Moiraine

(no subject)

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After this]


There is no music being played out by the lake. No small orchestra resides in the woods, no quintet of violins and cellos and violas sits waiting to seranade a passing couple or a lone figure standing at the waterside.

Anne does not need music.

She dips and sways, her arms graceful in the air, her hair and dress silvered and floating in the moonlight.

Occassionally she makes a comment in a deep voice, replying in her own sweet one:

"Oh, my dear, your raven hair looks so lovely against your alabaster brow..."

A smile, a blush, a flicker of startlingly black eyelashes.

"You are too kind, sir."

But mostly--mostly she dances alone.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

It had been a lovely afternoon.

And Peter had told him to use Duncan whenever he liked.

And so Caspian looks relaxed, and pleased, and a little windblown when he comes into the bar proper, happily ignorant of anything that may have happened to one of his best friends earlier that day.

He's on his way yot get some tea--likely he'll get some for you, as well, if you join him.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Peter comes down from his room having already shifted. He heads towards the door, glancing wistfully around before pushing his way out.

I wish Jason was here.

Once outside, he heads for the forest. Time to show those bunnies whos boss.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOC: OOM: The crew of Serenity departs from Lavinia.]

(no subject)

[sane-bombardier.livejournal.com]

Yossarian goes up to Bar with several sheets of paper neatly folded over.

"Look, I know I'm stuck here, but could you send this back for me? It's for M&M Enterprises. For Milo Minderbinder."

He's starting to feel just a bit uncomfortable, talking to thin air like a madman, but he has to see if he can do this. If he can access his account back home, then this might just work. He doesn't even want to begin to think what Milo will do if there's no one to hold him back. The man had no sense of morality. Well he did, but it just bent towards whoever paid the highest price.

He puts the list on the Bar, and after a moment it disappears.

"Er, thanks."

Hopefully it worked. It probably didn't. But that's all he can do.

He goes back to the record player Bar provided earlier, puts on some Mozart and sits down to think. Company is welcome.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

After talking to Kurt and Edmund and seeing them leave, Angelo is sitting alone, somewhere out of the way, drinking.

He could use a friend right now.

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Henry Dean can't quite seem to make heads or tails of things.]

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*The front door opens and in comes Andrew, looking positively smug.*

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In room 221B, April gives Holmes his birthday presents. There is mild awkwardness, pretty, pretty smut, unexpected angst, and important confessions. NC-17 and timed for ages ago last Monday.]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at a table covered in bits of paper and a magasine, or rather a TV guide, in which he is going through and writing down all the possible storylines he can find in categories.
If he doesn't know if you've been canon-punctured, he will lie through his teeth if asked what the hell he is doing.

(no subject)

[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

He hasn't been avoiding the bar. That would be foolishness. But it's likely you haven't seen him either. He's been quietly scoping out the restaurant, taking in his surroundings and plotting. Oh, yes. Plotting. His business is not yet finished here.

He is, however, taking a break from it to eat something. Plotting takes energy, after all.

So he's at the bar, with a bowl of rice and chicken, eating with a fork.

Yes, a fork.

OOM

[myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com]

Rhiannon feels the first symptoms of an identity crisis coming on.

The forecast calls for future angst, woe and much stroppiness.

Leopard in the forest...being full moon, probably shouldn't approach unless also shifter.

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth, dressed in a leather coat that hangs to her ankles, moves through the bar with graceful ease, getting around everything and one that is in her way to the door that leads to the forest. She's probably waited a little too long, as her eyes are a light green instead of their normal brown.

Once she's out of the bar, and in the forest enough, she tosses the coat off and shifts. Stretching in her leopard form for a moment, she's off to hunt and watch over the new wolf.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*There is a Penny asleep in a booth. She is listening to her iPod... and if you look carefully there is a tiny man sitting on her shoulder. Feel free to wake her up*

Full Moon - Entry/Exit

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max moves through the bar, as swiftly and silently as is possible when one has to dodge around tables and patrons both. She doesn't stop to talk to anyone, dear friend or perfect stranger, simply makes her way out the back door and into the woods beyond.

Some time later, a low, lonely howl travels back from far within the forest.