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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Bianca walks in from the House of Arch, just finishing braiding a seed-pearl rope into her thick blonde hair. The little vampire isn't wearing her jeans for once; instead, she has on a long, crushed velvet skirt of dark crimson.

Any jokes about scarlet women will get an amused look.

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[obligatoryass]

Logan's in the bar.

With something decidedly nonalcoholic, and he's not so happy about that.

He's not happy in general, though, and that has less to do with the alcohol than the dream.

He wants distaction. Give him some?

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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: After this, Moiraine returns to the Dreaming, where she makes an interesting discovery.]

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[stilljustandrew]

[OOM: There's No Place Like Rome. Meg visits Andrew's world, and hangs out with a local Slayer while Andrew deals with canonical Zany Plot (Angel season 5 episode "The Girl In Question").]

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

Depending on how you look at it, it's either very late in the evening or very early in the morning when Ryan and Elaine leave the wedding.

When they enter the bar, Elaine's head is resting on his shoulder, her steps slow and in time with his. He can't believe they both stayed awake this long or how quickly the time passed. He steers them both towards the staircase that leads to their room.

It's on an impulse, or more like a compulsion, that he looks back towards the bar. He only gets a glimpse but he knows what he sees even though he immediately tries to deny it.

For the first time, since arriving in Milliways almost seven months ago to the day, Ryan sees the door.

[OOC: Just an entrace post, don't tag please.]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is sitting at the bar with a glass of scotch. He looks somewhat bored. Also he looks completely zoned out. Whatever he's thinking about that hard probably can't lead to anything good, so come distract him before this turns into OOM babykilling. Think of the children!!

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: After the article, a conversation, a fight, broken crockery, and apologies.]

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[gone_byebye]

It's morning, and last night ran late; nevertheless, Ray is awake, and coffee-less. He's not in the Bar, though. He's outside, and he's picked out a couple of trees on the very fringes of the wood. They've got bottom limbs about twice as far off the ground as the top of his head. And he's got a nylon rope with a grappling hook on the end of it.

Sooner or later there will be a George of the Jungle reference. Possibly several.

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[inquisitivehero]

Walking inside from the back area is one Hank McCoy, looking a little tired and still very battered from his ordeal. His fur is quite patchy in some areas and some scars are revealed in those spots. One ear is notched irregularly, and his eyes hold a sense of confusion still. He feels better but he still remembers very little of before.

He moves over to Bar and in halting language asks for a snack, then moves over to a booth slowly, and settles in to eat and watch the room.

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[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Holmes is, shockingly enough, in the bar this morning with nothing but a cup of tea--no Times, no mysterious letters from clients, just himself and his very English choice in breakfasts.

His eyes are closed at the moment, in some sort of silent contemplation.

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht didn't go back to her room last night.

In fact, she didn't go back to the Bar at all. After her argument with Peter Venkman, she didn't feel like talking with people so she sent a message back that if Hank came downstairs or needed anything would someone please come out to the lake and yell for her.

After swimming to the point of sheer exhaustion, she curled up amid some submerged roots along the bank to sleep...and she's still sleeping as the sun rises.

If you don't recognize Naraht or happen to notice the tail, it might look like someone has drowned there.

She really should learn to put a sign up when she does this.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar this morning. Sitting at the bar actually.
He's currently, absently, keeping an eye on things. Mostly out of boredom. He may also be brooding. A bit.
He's had breakfast and coffee, but may still be a little cranky. Poke with caution.

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[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April was seated alone at the bar, mulling over her current edition of the New York Times. A half-eaten bowl of cold cereal sat abandoned in front of her, and she was systematically devouring the end of an ink pen instead. She wasn't sure why she even bothered with attempting to do the crossword; she was terrible at it and should have left it for Barry.

Do come distract her before she gives herself a headache.

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[furryoldgrover.livejournal.com]

tap tap tap tap tap tap tap! Sneaker noises!

A furry blue monster has entered the bar. Large, googly felt eyes scan the place with a spasmodic swivel of his fuzzy blue head.
Presumably, he is searching for someone-- anyone-- in need of help.

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal/Inara. Life is good.]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar, reading something. In Italian, thank you Bianca. Chances are it goes with the music from the CD player he's listening to.

Mind, he's still dressed as normal, so the CD player looks a bit odd.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar, once again working on her scrapbook. She is wearing the necklace Barry gave her for her birthday.

Those who know her well will be able to tell that she looks far less stressed than normal. Might have something to do with the reappearance of a certain turtle. And it might have something to do with her brother showing a surprising amount of sense.

Bother at will.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman's out back near the woods.
Yes, he's trying his experiment still, but not jumping out of the tree this time.
He's seated on the ground, meditating, going more along the lines of the reported levitations of yogis.
(For the spiritual or magic or Force senstive, yeah, that glow of PKE? Yep, it's there.)

If it doesn't work, he might go back to the tree jumping, you never know.

Come watch the insanity.

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[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina inna bar.

And Mun is telling you right now, nothing can ruin this good mood. Absolutely nothing in the world.

Well, okay, you probably could if you really wanted to, but c'mon! Happy!Nina! How often do you get to see this?

Come ask her what's up.

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[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: last of the weekend - Gar and Kon talk about Chloe, the Legion, and what Clark has in mind for Kon.]

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is once again curled up in an armchair, because she's decided they're far more comfortable than the table chairs or a booth. She's in a pretty good mood, sipping tea and just people watching.

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[highking.livejournal.com]

High King Member of Security in a booth, drinking tea and watching the crowd.

He has a shiny badge! He also looks worried. He just got a note from Edmund, you see.

But talk to him if you have any problems.

Or if you're Lilly.

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[poetperry.livejournal.com]

(OOC-Since it took us a little while to finish...)

A bit of a wave of the Millitime hand to put this little Performance in the Bar today.

The boys would love to hear what you thought...well Neil would love to hear, Todd will probably blush sweetly.

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes down from the room Hank put him in last night. He's not as hungover as he might be - thank his mutant metabolism and Hank knocking him out before he could finish the bottle - but he's not particularly happy, either.

He takes a seat by the Bar and looks for anyone who might have news of Kitty.

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[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Ako is in on the bar.

Come talk to her? Or pet her? Or feed her, even, because she's cute, furry, and has lots of tails.

(no subject)

[rockfriend.livejournal.com]

Ludo is sunning himself on a rock out by the lake.

Come say hi to the friendly troll creature.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The older version of Michael is in the bar, with his bag and wearing his uniform just like he came in, having a coffee (and one final look around this piece of his past) before he goes home.

There's still one or two people from this time that he hasn't spoken to yet and would like to, if they're around. Goodbyes from people he has met are welcome to, as are visits from strangers.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar again. Still. Where else would he be? Perhaps he is out and about a bit earlier than usual, perhaps not. Perhaps this is just the first time you're noticing him. If that is the case, you might also notice that he's still wearing his uniform, and he's got his habitual tea.


Englishmen, geeze.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is outside, on a bench, reading the paper and drinking coffee.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is here. She's shelling peas. She a cup of tea, and a crow, who is, occasionally, stealing one of the peas.

There's a very clean and tidy bandage on one finger of her left hand.

Say hello?

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[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Hello, Bar.
Hello, Lincoln.
What are you up to?
Nothing much. Serving our guests. The usual. And yourself?
Oh, just hanging out. People-watching. Thinking.
About what?

About what indeed?

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[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

Ophelia, in a long flowy skirt and tank top, with a flower behind her ear.

She seems to have the whole letter written now, and she's copying it out.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

The fires and the banging started sometime this afternoon. Gimli, it would appear, is back at work in his forge.

He may crop up around the lake or the stables or the trees at some point, though. After all, he does need water, wood, and the occasional break from smithcraft.

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[nita_callahan]

Nita's at a table, sipping tea and studying her manual. There's a few sheets of paper with notes in the Speech on them.

Out on the lake

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was out on the lake that day, in full pirate regalia, which was quite similar to her Renn Faire regalia, only with a be-feathered tricorn hat, and a sailboat.

Where she'd managed to get a sailboat was anyone's guess, especially a sailboat with a jolly roger.
The aquisition of said sailboat was probably what took her so long to get to the bar today.

She laughed as she brought up another breeze to scuttle the little boat around the lake once more, she was, in fact, having quite a good time, and even singing the pirate song

If anyone's interested, she'd be happy to give someone a ride around the lake, and she'd be happy to teach them the pirate song if they join her crew, which at the moment consists of herself and a calico kitten sitting on the prow.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a violet deity near the fireplace.

With coffee, and a book.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Mary walks in through the back door, clutching a large book, with pictures. She climbs up onto a stool and begins to turn the pages, looking very thoughtful.

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

There is a Samantha in the bar. She's sitting in a booth near the front.

She's reading through one of her law books again, one that's rather boring and she's desperately trying not to fall asleep.

The orange juice in front of her is more entertaining obviously, as she picks it up and studies it.

She's really looking around for Andrew though. Today, she's only seen him in the morning and she was so hoping he would come down, and maybe they could eat together for once.

It would be nice.


[ooc: locked to Andrew for plotty goodness weee!]

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[oneman_onevote]

There is a young assassin sitting sedately at a table with coffee.

He looks... well, blank, as he generally does. But not unwelcoming.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is perched in a booth, sketching intently in a notebook.

There is the predictable plate of cookies near his elbow, but also a small bowl of grapes.

He has lemonade, which probably clashes, but he likes the contrast.

There are also colored pencils.

Bother at will, he likes company.

Pirate Day!

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

One thing about "Talk Like a Pirate Day" and the Bar's sense of humor:

Its never said what sort of pirates- and through out Earth history, there's many different types.

Which is why when Svava exits the Staff Wing this evening, whatever outfit she had been wearing before changes into something quite different.

Kneehigh leather boots, trimmed with fur. Leather pants, lacing up the sides evident above the boots. Wide, metal studded belt- (at least the Bar didn't fiddle with the sword and knife Svava has been given). The bodice is not metal, at least- though the leather is studded with metal and buckles, and leaves her mid-riff bar. From her shoulders is a half-length fur cloak, and as soon as Svava feels the weight on her head, she pulls off the (silly) horned helmet to eye it.

"Who was it that fell overboard?" "It was Lief the Lucky!"
Arrrrr.

((Ack. Mun is getting a possible thunderstorm here- if she disappears, that's to blame.))

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There is...

A sick Animator in the bar. Mun is sick, so pup is sick and thusly pup doesn't have to be smarter than Mun. Anita is sitting in a booth, surrounded by used kleenix's (eww) Empty coffee mugs, a bowl of chicken noodle soup which she's not touched, and a bag of cherry flavored cough drops.

She sounds like something is sitting on her throat, and coughs like there's a horse in her chest kicking it's way out.

Also she's not happy about any of this.

So come and try to cheer her up or at least bring some theraflu.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah had popped into the bar just long enough to leave a sign, it was hastily written, but it was still a sign!

It said:

Ahoy and avast all ye celebrators!

All this evening I, Captain Sarah Rainmaker, and my marvelous First Mate Squeak, will be giving rides around and across the lake in our not-exactly-seaworthy ship, the Lightning Bug, for the very reasonable price of nothing!

X marks the spot.

There was also a crudely drawn map, that seemed to have been done with crayons. It showed the bar, and the lake, and at the edge of the lake, was, of course, a big red X

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs, cheerful enough, but a little hung over. Cider tastes good, but she drank entirely too much at the wedding yesterday.

And bar, along with her tray, gives her a hangover remedy. Tastes awful, but seems to work.

After, all, no one wants to be waited on by an irritable waitress! "Thank you, Bar," she says, patting the surface lightly.

Barmaid now ready to assist patrons!

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion is outside.

Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun.

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dundunduuuuuun.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty and Morgan walk into the bar, holding hands.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard strolls in-still Wraith-y, and still bathrobe-clad. Before he does anytyhing else though, he heads upstairs and returns a few minutes later, wearing more normal clothes. He looks rather relieved to be out of the bathrobe. Humming idly to himself, he makes his way over to the Bar and orders some water, glancing around. Even though he still looks mutated, his mood seems to be rather good.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai materializes in the bar, carrying a book. She moves to take her usual seat, accepting tea from a waitrat and placing the book on the table before her.

Moiraine appears unusually thoughtful, perhaps, as she observes the room.

(no subject)

[terific-athlete.livejournal.com]

*Homestar Runner* *Bar* *Melonade*

He's looking for a good friend of his who wears boxing gloves and a mexican wrestling mask.

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[tpb-clergy.livejournal.com]

Yet again, Father Smythe found himself downstairs without ever really realizing that he'd left his room. Then again, he was continually surprised to find all these strange, strange people in his office (for he still thought of the bar as such. No often how many times people explain this to him, he nods, smiles, and a day or two later forgets); so this shouldn't be surprising to the audience. He looked around owlishly blinking at these strange, strange people he found in his office (didn't I tell you?).

He walks to the bar and asks politely, "Couhd I get a gwass of aeuw oah wine?" When one appears before him, he merely assumes he forgot to notice the bartender put it in front of him. It saves energy.



*"Could I get a glass of ale or wine?"

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[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*Riddick stumbles down the stairs. It's been months since he's seen any light at all. He pulls his goggles over his eyes and takes a seat at the bar. A glass of water appears in front of him. He's just sitting.*

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[inquisitivehero]

And in a corner, in the rafters, in a dark spot, there is a Hank McCoy. He is tired and yet cannot sleep. His body feels stretched like a wire about to snap and he is confused and frustrated. He looks better but with a notched ear, patchy fur, and elongated claws, he still looks like someone who was through, well, hell.

He cannot remember before the helltrip and every day he learns more questions and far too few answers. And so he is watching the Bar and not-quite-hiding.

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me...

The front door bangs open and Captain Jack Sparrow strolls in, singing loudly as he heads for the Bar. There's a dangerously wicked grin on his face and his eyes are flashing with mischief.

Looks like someone's in a wild mood today. But that's fitting, savvy?

(no subject)

[forgoodorforawesome]

*Well now, here's a familiar vermillion face. Strong Bad walks in, orders his usual, then notices he's got company.*

Might as well get this over with. *He waves to Homestar.*

(no subject)

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Rare occasion; Lucifer can actually be seen entering the bar through the door. His black shirt has been switched for one that's so dark a red as to be almost the same shade, but you'll catch it if you look hard enough.

He looks...not tired, exactly, but weirdly calm.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is sitting on the couch, scrubbing at stubborn grit on Mithros' bridle with a toothbrush and saddle soap. Mumbling under her breath, she wonders about Nick, Kitty and oddly enough, Lockheed. She stops scrubbing every few minutes to scan the room.*

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[mogget_cat]

*The not'cat insinuates himself into the bar, weaving around legs and chairs and under tables to get to the Bar herself. Using a barstool as a springboard, he leaps up onto the Bar and greets her.*

Good evening, dear Lady Bar-

*He's cut off when a bandanna appears around his neck, and an eyepatch appears around his head.*

Arr.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's not in the Bar. She's out by the horse paddock. She's sitting in the tank in the Dendromys, tail occasionally flipping water into the air, as she watches the horses trot back and forth.

Granted, she's in need of a distraction, but what is currently on her mind is what River told her about using a side-saddle to learn how to ride a horse.

This has much doom potential. Anyone want to either help our mermaid in her quest...or talk her out of it?

Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

George - feeling a bit strange being behind bar on a new night - steps behind the bar.

He glances at the specials board, then adds a few of his own to those already listed.

"Tonight's specials are Cream of Leek and potato soup, oriental chicken stir fry with cashews and Mandarin orange and Japanese style rolled omelet. Tonight's drinks are: Once Upon A Time, Olympia, Original Sin and Ocean Drive.."

"What'll it be?"

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[in-it.livejournal.com]

[OOM: How does a Woobie propose marriage? First, he gets nervous. Really nervous. Then he just lets go, and all the rest is gravy.

Mad thanks to Raph, Ray, Tony, Arthur and all the other pups who have put up with him these last few months so that he could get to this point. *falls over*]

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[prydeful]

[OOM: In the medlab, things hurt, and stomachs turn.]

Lockheed is cranky.

This is not actually unusual.

But he's special cranky now, and a lighter shade of purple than usual, and looking rather upset, in a dragonny manner.

He may get drunk again.

This obviously will make everything better.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is at the bar drinking a beer. Every now and again he sighs, looks at his watch, then up at the ceiling.
Curious that.*

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

[OOC: After the latest meltdown with Lucifer (& Thom!), Raguel has a disturbing dream. Warning for, er, creepiness.]

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash is back at the bar, somewhat recovered and humming something under his breath.

He's still somewhat sniffly. It's an interesting sound.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

How does a Woobie propose?

With twinkly lights and quiet moments on the roof is how.

And so from the roof comes Samantha and Andrew, holding hands and beaming. Samantha keeps glancing down at her ring, like she can't believe it's real.

Believe it Samantha. It's real.

They go to a booth, and Samantha climbs in first, followed by Andrew, and together they curl up in the chair, whispering and talking to one another, both of them smiling.

Everyone should come by and see why they are so happy.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM, Guilty Pleasure dressing room: Some trends can transcend universes...]

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

Second day of being back on the job.

He'd found it mildly stressful -- the paperwork, the new arrivals he hadn't met -- and had seriously considered hiding in Milliways some more, for an hour or so, before kicking himself into action.

Jonathon Crane's back, now, for the evening. Sipping coffee and doing paperwork that still didn't get done during the day.

It's paperwork, but even he, the workaholic, wouldn't object to an interruption.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It be the fearsome Ace, ye yellow-bellied curs, come to plunder yer treasure and drink ye grog!

Or, you know, pyro at the bar, enjoying a dinner of (non-Anthyfied) curry. Come and celebrate the mun's return to internet!

(no subject)

[uncommongardenr.livejournal.com]

The lake door opens, and Dickon Sowerby walks in. He's carrying a handful of dead rose petals, running his thumb over them, and, while not exactly unhappy-looking, is smiling a bit less than the times he's come in previously.

He heads over to the bar, takes a seat, and adresses it in the tone of one still unused to the idea of talking to a bar.

"If tha please, ma'am, I'd like a cup o' tea an' summat to eat."

The tea appears, along with a small plate of buttered crumpets, and Dickon tucks in, looking curiously around the room between bites.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Doctor in the bar with a kitten.

Lying on his back in front of the fire with the cat on top.

Playing with a rubber glove blown up like a balloon.

Have at.

(no subject)

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

A man in an expensively cut suit walks to the bulletin board.

Thunk.

He drives a nail through a scrap of paper, steps back to survey his handiwork, and smiles.

Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
But when it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand ...

"That I was born a raaaamblin' man."

Icy eyes dart to the stairwell.

Not a whisper or a puff of smoke to mark his passing.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

There's nowhere better for her to be tonight than in the bar, but Beth's not complaining at all.

She sits at the bar, getting a glass of water, and there's nothing in her hands tonight: no book to read, no deck of cards to build a house out of, no sheets of paper for making airplanes or origami animals. She just sits there, thoughtful, idly people-watching and occasionally glancing toward the door whenever it opens, just out of curiosity. She kind of wonders how many people here have opened it and found themselves staring out at their past.

She's still glad it didn't happen to her.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*The front door swings open, and in come Andrew and Meg, hand in hand.*

*Despite everything, it was a pretty good date.*

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel's over by the fireplace, half-forgotten paradoxes and cooling tea on the floor next to the couch he's staked out.
He's got his notebook, and he's writing at a pretty good pace.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's watching TV by the fireplace.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

((Upstairs Storm stumbles into Jasons room. Millitimed to the morning after the full moon.))

(no subject)

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

Smeagol appears innocuously in the bar.

Clearly, he knows what day it is.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse hasn't been out by the lake for a few days, and hasn't had an entry post there in longer. So that's where he is tonight.
He's walking slowly along the edge of the lake thinking and occasionally glancing around in case he gets company. He might actually want some. Why not come provide it.

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After this]

Marvelously sustaining thing, tea. Cures all ills.

Or at least gives the appearance of curing them.

Either way, Utena orders herself a cup, and, on second thought, another, just in case. And if she doesn't look quite cured of all ills, well. That's hardly the tea's fault.

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria's out by the lake. She hasn't come back in today, actually. This may be because she's still trying to keep distance from a certain person, or people in general, or it may be because her room is still vaguely untidy after she trashed it a few days ago and she doesn't feel like attending to the last minor bits of housekeeping (like getting the lamp fixed.)

In any case, she's sitting next to the lake, staring out at nothing in particular, or perhaps everything at once.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Do space pirates count?

If yes, then the Bar has one in a corner. Brooding. Not a happy pirate.

[ooc: Mal is in the bar for general amusement at the significance of today. Absolute slowtime must occur at midnight, as have apparently become Cinderella.]

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: A note from the teacher.]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. That's a bit surprising, especially as she's been away lately. What's even stranger is that she's wearing what looks suspiciously like Han Solo's clothing. She's glaring at it as she slumps at a table, drinking a Corellian Ale. Looks like Bar decided she needed to be a Space Pirate. Have at her.

Mun resists comment on an old joke about everyone wanting in Han's pants.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

The front door opens, and Kaylee steps through, moving hesitantly.

Just because she can't see Jubal Early doesn't mean he's not there. As she found out, once upon a time.

But Crowley said that nobody would let her come to harm. And Kaylee reckons she can deal with being scared. It seems to happen a lot, after all.

She curls up on a couch, feet tucked under her. Tonight she's content to people-watch.

There was enough participating at the party, after all.

(no subject)

[lyra_silver]

[OOM: Every year on Midsummer's Day, two students and their daemons hold two one-sided conversations on a bench in Oxford. This is what happened last time. Millitimed to last May 21 on Lyra's timeline, several months before she returned to Milliways.

Contains serious spoilers for His Dark Materials vol. 3: The Amber Spyglass.]

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

The door opens, and Merriman -- or rather, Commodore Lyon of the British East India Company -- enters the bar.

He pauses briefly upon entering, to adjust to the fact that the floor beneath his feet isn't tilting for a change. But soon enough, he's heading for the bar, straightening his cuffs and cravat as he walks.

Not for a tot of rum, of course. Only pirates (and those who've taken the King's shilling) would request that. And as the commander of one of the Company's ships, it's part of his duty to be...well, an anti-pirate.

Ahoy?

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

The front door slides open, and Simon and River Tam walk in. They're very close together, almost touching.

River's head goes up and her gaze sharpens as they enter the room.

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

A Magius enters the Bar area, looking around. Apparently not seeing what he is looking for he sighs and heads to the Bar. He is carrying his trademark staff and he sets it against the Bar next to him.

"Lady Bar? Atlantean, Please."

A tall wine glass filled with a lovely looking liquid shimmers into view and he smiles. Taking it he sips and then turns to watch the Bar area.

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[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie came downstairs, looking a little frazzled around the edges and not exactly pleased. There was a streak of soot across one cheek, and a corresponding bit on one hand. Obviously, something had not quite gone well.

"Bar, I need--" And a cold beer appeared. "And you know what goes with beer." Thus appeared a pizza. "Thank you."

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There's a leather-clad X5 in the bar, looking a little more spiffy than normal. She's sipping a cup of coffee, and people watching rather intently. It might be a little unnerving, actually.

As she doesn't tend to try and spook people deliberately, at least not without good reason, it might be a good idea to give her a heads up. She probably won't bite.

(no subject)

[forthsdaughter.livejournal.com]

Nefret Forth is not a pirate.

Nor is she really entirely sure of what the appeal of being a pirate may be.

She does occasionally revert into gunslinger slang, though. That may just be from her time at the stables.

Either way, Nefret Forth is in Milliways, at a booth, reading.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman's in the bar proper. Not trying to fly at the moment. Yes really!
He's at his usual table again, with a cup of tea by him.
He's got his notebook again, and some books.
There's a thick medical text by him, and also some books on curses.

Go ahead and distract him, he won't mind.