(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

There's a Slayer in the bar, in a booth, having dinner and coffee.

Come say hi. You know you want to.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

At some point in time before the morning light comes in through the lake door, Val leaves a package on Bar wrapped in brown paper.

( For Jacob Grimm )

(no subject)

[balletrat]

( Note left with Bar for Raven )

(no subject)

[ariseinmight]

Quite a few Dark Gods have come into this place, so the entrance of one more shouldn't cause much of a stir.

But how many have come in through the Observation Window?

As the stars outside continue to collide, and the planets crush themselves into dust, the World That Is begins to fail and the Void grows in power.

Some of that power is diverted, sucked away, channelled into one who sought to control it.

The First of the Ainur pulls the power into himself and is aware instantly of something other. In the world, but not of it.

He stretches his senses and reaches.

The material of the window (dare we call it glass?) suddenly seems to shimmer and bow and warp. Now a hand seems to be pushing, and now an arm. Then the outline of a head.

And then, all at once, a figure pushes through into the bar, as if vomited up by the Void outside. He stands quickly and scans the new surroundings, eyes black as night.

Milliways, meet Melkor, "He Who Arises In Might".

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[lavender-cat.livejournal.com]

((OOM: From Guilty Pleasures.))

*A pretty young man stumbles in, his gait set off by the fact that he's supporting - all but carrying - another man. Those who know Jason would most definitely recognize the second man, the one being supported.

Nathaniel looks around, violet eyes wide enough to see white around the rims. He doesn't know this place, it certainly wasn't where he'd intended to go. Being somewhere utterly unfamiliar is bad enough, being there with a less-than-healthy friend is even worse.*

What...where...?

*Yes, he really is just on the verge of hysteria.*

((This post is locked for plot. Say sorry.))

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, watching a particular group of people somewhat curiously, though she does not seem to have any intention of approaching to see just what they were doing. She'd much rather watch from a distance at the moment.

(OOC: This is just to establish that Max is in the bar, for later plot. Please don't tag - the mun is very busy, and will not respond.)

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Claire can't deal with her own guilt.]

A curious place...

[majereblack.livejournal.com]

*Raistlin pulls open the door to the tower room and blinks to find the bar within instead. Only a moment of startlement passes however and he accepts what is for what lays before him. Stranger things after all have happened in Krynn. Leaning heavily upon his staff he steps through the door, golden eyes scanning the room before him. Selecting a table some ways out of the way in a quiet section of the bar...he makes his way to it and sits down, dropping the heavy book that he'd been clutching protectivly to his chest on to the table with a thunk. Perhaps this place would be safe to read the tome in peace and solitude.*

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[flybywash]

Before he leaves for the night, Wash shoves the flight sim crates to a reasonably out of the way location, then requests a sheet, a pen, and some paper from the Bar.

The sheet gets draped over the boxes. Uncapping the pen, he sticks the cap between his teeth and scribbles ( a quick note to Jaina Solo. )

"Make sure Jaina gets this for me?" he asks, folding it and setting it on Bar.

It disappears. Wash smiles, and, after grabbing one last cup of coffee for the long night ahead, heads back to Serenity.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's face is set when she comes down the stairs, step by step, and she looks straight ahead.

The front door swings shut behind her.

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric? Yep, still in the bar, he'd slept there in fact after his conversation with Ace the night before.

He was awake now though, being dead didn't seem to bother him at all really, because, well, because this was somewhere new, and there were people to meet and things to learn and on the whole it was quite exciting.

At the moment however, he was hungry, which he found rather odd, being dead and all he thought he didn't need food. Now if only he knew how to get some...

(Mun's headed off to work soon, will be on again at lunch, tag away if you don't mind slowtime)

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters, still going over music.

What? He's only got a few days before Yrael shows him up for the upstart mortal he is. If he doesn't want to be crushed, he needs to work!

The Great Amanda Meets Milliways

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Suit dirty with sweat, blood, dirt and half asleep Amanda turns the key in the door. On the otherside she expects to see her flat but instead finds herself in a bustling restaurant.

Physically and mentally exhasted she stands fithy by the door. Someone please introduce themselves and this place to this very confused immortal.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Susannah sleeps, reflects on being back in Milliways, and sleeps some more.

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits at the Bar, his shoulders slumped and his face creased with worry. He keeps looking around as if searching for someone, for a Nina Myers, as a matter of fact. He sighs and goes back to eating his food.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry sits at the Bar, reading Summer of '49,, one of those books he had meant to read when he was alive. He is soaking in the quiet of the morning, as well as the exploits of DiMaggio and Williams. But he wouldn't mind if someone came over to say hello, either.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess walks over to the Bar, a letter in one hand, a bunch of lavender in the other.

"Good morning," she says, with a curtsey. "Could you please see that Caspian gets this letter, and that the flowers get to Anne Shirley? And may I have a cup of tea, please?"

The Ordinary Princess is here, and she has tea. She's probably watching for a certain high king, but she'd be happy to talk to you, too.

(no subject)

[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: previously]

Now what?

Chris looks around a moment. A bar--which he expected--which means food and drink and people.

And dancing.

There ought to be more dancing.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion is in the bar.

He looks a little shaken, but he's been worse.

[ooc: mun at work, so... *insert usual 'slower tag warning'*]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

"Bar? Glass of water, please?"

Jaina takes a seat on a barstool, placing the training remote on the counter. Should've given it to Zekk to take upstairs, she thinks, grinning when Zekk's response echoes back to her through their connection.

Lazy, she retorts, resting her head against her hand. Lightsaber practice must have taken more out of her than she thought - probably something to do with restless sleep the night before. She grins gratefully when the water appears, a grin that slips into confusion when a note appears as well. She opens the paper and reads it, a smile creeping it's way on to her face.

Jaina asks Bar for pen and paper, and quickly scribbles a note back. "It's for Wash, alright?"

( Note )

She then takes her glass of water and walks over to inspect the sheet covered crates, unable to keep the happy, eager expression off her face.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is seated by one of the windows, turning a watch over in her hands.

That watch must be very fascinating, for she isn't taking her eyes off of it.

Interrupt at will.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray has foregone the pleasures of a normal lunch in favor of tormenting his poor benighted holocomputer. It's apparently not very happy about being made to model accelerations and decelerations over and over again- that, or he needs to replace its power cells, because either way the image of a tiny little converted hearse performing jackrabbit starts and wheel-screeching stops is getting a bit flickery.

Entrance Post

[lonestar-csi.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways-

Nick opens the door and instead of seeing the street outside his home, he sees a bar. He's a little confused but goes in. It's not work, but it's not lounging alone at home either. He could use a drink.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

CSI inna bar, juggling about a million or more case files and cursing her fellow CSIs fluently under her breath. Papers are flying everywhere. Photos are falling to the ground. Paperclips and staples are on the attack. This ain't pretty, folks.

Come and help her out?

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

A woman with bleached blond hair, cut so short that it is shaved in the back, in old english peasants clothing, with a sheathed sword at her hip comes walking up to the bar. Places her dirty clothes on top of Bar and asks.

"Bar, can you please tell me where I could get these cleaned?" At that moment the clothes disappears. Tentatively, "Thank you, could I please get a cappuccino?"

The cappuccino appears and Amanda takes a seat to enjoy the caffeine and good conversation, if it can be found.

Feel free to bug the newcomer.

An Entrance, among other things

[thehackerman.livejournal.com]

"I'll just be a couple of minutes, Holly," the voice says as the door opens and a man with dark hair and dancing hazel eyes walks in, hand hoisting up the strap of a laptop bag before going for his zipper.

And stops when he finds himself in a sort-of bustling bar.

"The hell?"

He turns around, hands going from his jeans to the door handle, finding it unable to open.

"Holly? Holly, sweetheart?"

When there's no answer, and rattling the doorknob does precisely nothing, he turns back around and surveys the room.

"This had better be somebody's idea of a joke, and I'm not finding it particularly funny."

[OOC: Slowtime's appreciated, though I'll be around - work's eating my brains.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar, with pages and pages (and pages, and pages, and pages) of music. Operas and blues, folk and shanties, some that he is desperately trying to figure out where the "rock" comes in, and a small frown appearing between his eyebrows.

Its a happy frown. This is Arithon being a bard. Come talk to him, he's likely to sing for you.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, on duty, perched at a table with her Security badge clipped to her lapel, a steaming cup of sludge coffee in her hands, and her favorite machete hanging off her waist.

Come chat, if you like.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Wednesday morning at the Ministry, and letters to Aziraphael and Crowley.]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly and Meg have come into the bar, each carrying notepads and hauling a rather impressive sign between them. When set up on their table, it reads:

Attention Milliways Patrons! Ever Wondered What The Hell Was Going On Around Here?

Well, now you can find out! Giry/Kane Enterprises is proud to announce their latest venture, the Say True, Milliways' first newspaper!

The Say True will be a weekly newspaper, available for purchase from Bar. It will be filled with all the Milliways' happenings we hear about (and between us, that's totally like, all of them) as well as standard newspapery stuff like classified ads, personal ads, and fascinating weekly columns. Of course, not even we can do this alone, so we are NOW HIRING for paid staff positions!* Get a fascinating new career and a way to put a dent in your bar tab! Interested? Come talk to us or on the off chance that we're not actually in the bar, leave a message for Meg Giry or Lilly Kane, Co-Editors In Chief, Say True, at the Bar!

Say thankya! Say True!

*Giry/Kane Enterprises are an Equal Opportunity Employer. We do not discriminate against alive, dead, anthropomorphic personifications, other, or the slightly evil as long as their evil does not interfere with the performance of their duties. We reserve the right to ask applicants embarrassing and utterly non-job related questions at any time. Also, if we fire you, you are so fired.

Pieces, pieces, pick them up, pick them up...

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper had not had a good night last night.

Perhaps that explained why he came into the bar, his hair unkempt, his body unwashed, his clothes the same as yesterday's.

Perhaps it explained why he had magnifying goggles on his forehead and a bottle of adhesive in his hand.

It might have even explained why Harper was sitting on the floor, sifting through the dusty fragments of a disintegrated chair, sifting, sorting, glueing bits of dust to dust.

"Pick up the pieces." That's what Beka always said. "Pick up the pieces, move onto the next job. Pick up the pieces," he babbled to himself, feverishly. His face was flushed and he was probably running a slight fever, although his condition was causing the fever--not caused by it.

"She'll be coming 'round the mountain as she comes 'round the mountain as she comes 'round the mountain as she comes," he said, gluing two more specks of dust together, gumming up his fingers.

It looks like Del has claimed another one.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Caspian comes into the bar, looking mildly bemused, and greatly in need of tea, which the bar gives him, along with a letter.

Reading it, he goes into a silent paroxysm of laughter, leaning against the bar and shaking his head.

"Titles," he mutters, amused. "I never should have said anything."

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael and Maria's son is born

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington walks into the bar, looking tired and worn and with his arm in a sling. He looks around with some relief, and sits down to get a drink.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

[A letter for Amy.]

(no subject)

[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Room 3000: Homemaking (Rated R for yaoi)

Yugi and his other self settle into temporary quarters in room 3000. Home is where the other half of your soul is. Warnings for yaoi (m/m sexual situations). Millitimed to Tuesday, September 20th.]

OOM From Hell

[slayer_fray]

(The Quest's End)

(no subject)

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

[ oom: Famiglia ]

A scrawny, sickly-looking boy walks through the front doors of Milliways. He did not walk in willingly because, since he is a child, he can't quite chose his fate for himself. That will come later, when he's older, wiser, and looks like Robert DeNiro and explodes into Marlon Brando.

...well, if you were played by three actors, you'd be confused, too.

entrance post

[bikes-booze-sex.livejournal.com]

Tom Lincoln starts a little when he opens the door to the Bar. After all, he was expecting a swanky Pan-Asian restaurant, not...whatever this is.

He shuts the door behind him uncertainly and checks the place out. It looks...old. Not a place Tom Lincoln would be seen, that's for sure. And considering Tom Lincoln was the one who designed the restaurant in the first place, that's definitely saying something. He would have to have a long talk with the owners; they had paid him ten million dollars to design the place, and suddenly replacing his genius with something so bloody ugly was an insult.

Tom Lincoln strides up to the bar with purpose and sits on one of the horribly rickety stools, waiting for the bartender to arrive so he can ask what the bloody fuck is going on.

[ooc: do I need to warn about bad language? because if so, this is it.]

Entrance post

[wraptinariddle.livejournal.com]

They were going to switch places in time, you see.

To avoid making the same mistakes.

But when the door opened, it wasn't at all what was predicted by the figure standing in the doorway - a rather interesting figure, to be sure. She'd been described many a time as 'an unknown species with purple-tinged skin and pointed ears, with a prehensile tail.'

She was also described as 'childlike.'

Trance Gemini, to herself, was none of these things - she was just Trance.

But because she was Trance, after all, she simply shrugged, and took a few more steps in, eyes bright.

New place.

(no subject)

[lavender-cat.livejournal.com]

*There is a frightened-looking wereleopard in the bar. He is curled up in a booth, apparently trying to make himself as small as is humanly possible, which, given how flexible he is, is pretty damned small.

He doesn't seem quite as freaked out as he had been the night before, at least. It's pretty close, though.*

((The mun has fled to attend a lecture. She should return around 10:00-10:30 EST. Slowtimed tags are welcome. Back.))

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is drinking tea by the windows, and watching cherry blossoms drift to the ground.

It's a neat trick, since there are no cherry trees.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's a pyro and a puppy, a two-for-one package.

Or, in this case, a pyro sprawled on the couch absorbed in what looks to be a very heavy book on... something not in English, and a rottweiler puppy worrying at one of her bootlaces. The pyro is relaxed and happy, the puppy is gangly and bouncy. Neither would mind more company.

(no subject)

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

Will is down in the bar, looking for his daughter.

He doesn't want to hurt her. Weeks of no drugs and alcohol have done wonders for clearing his mind. To a certain extent, at least.

He just wants to talk.

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

Henry Dean walks into the bar.

No, strike that. Henry Dean slumps into the bar.

He's got a frown on his face and a crumpled bit of paper in his pocket.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel's taking advantage of the warm weather before it goes away.
As such, something approaching an unholy racket out by the lake. Tell him to knock it off, or just listen (in which case he might stop and talk to you anyway).

(OOC: Will be doing homework... well, officially... so tags will be slowish. But they will happen, so.)

entrance post

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

A dark-haired, purple-eyed teenage girl comes in through the door.

Witch Baby looks around for a split second then shakes her head and turns to leave, only to notice that the door she came in through - I did come in through that door, didn't I?, she thinks - has disappeared.

Warily she skulks around to a booth in the corner. She pulls a camera out of her bag and toys with it, occasionally looking up and glancing furtively around the bar.

She has no idea where she is. She's confused and frankly, she's a little sick of ending up in weird places accidentally.

She would love to find out what's going on, but she won't ask.

(Of course, if someone offered, she wouldn't turn them down.)

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine's just in the bar. Getting a drink. Nothing unusual.

Not bristling at the dark-haired man in the corner. Not looking out for a blue-haired beast. Nope. Not at all. Everything's perrrrfectly cool.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Jeedai inna bar, slightly damp and very refreshed after a hot bath and a good, long think.

Amazing how things like that can clear your head sometimes.

The cheerfulness will be gone in about another week when she has to leave (hurrah, evil new canon!) but until then, smiley Tahiri in a booth with a milkshake.

[ooc: Mun will have to beg slowtime at 9 EST when Lost comes on, but will pick up after that promise promise promise.]

(no subject)

[lyra_silver]

Birthdays don't mean very much to Lyra. She only learned what her birthday was on the day she had to fill out the paperwork to apply for St Sophia's School. In the last years, a few girls from school who come back early to campus have been taking her out for tea and scones. This year Lyra supplied the genniver to sneak into the teacups while the waiters weren't looking.

In any case, Lyra and Pantalaimon are seventeen today, and after the tea and scones and genniver, they've come to Milliways.

[Summary: Will Parry, Lyra's canonical One True Love, arrives at Milliways. Will and Lyra have not seen each other in four years, because the canon is bad and wrong. In any case, there is great woe, and then there is joy, and then there is fade to black in Will's version of Oxford.]

(no subject)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe's sitting at the bar, drinking a non-foam latte and people watching. Yeah, relatively simple entrance post tonight.

Entrance Post

[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

Doyle was dressed for a court dinner. Attached to his belt were three blades. Snick and Snack, which never missed what they were thrown at, and Bainidhe Dub, Black Madness, a black handled sword that if wielded by any but it's owner would be struck with permanent madness.

He was supposed to be perched at the entrance hall, acting as if he was out of the Queen's good graces, as Princess Meredith was rumored dead. Well at the door, he was to watch/scent everyone who walked through, looking for a specific trace of magic, that had almost killed most of the guard, the Princess, and nearly the Queen herself.

As he stepped through the doorway, and halted. Taking in the strange bar, he turned to find a blank wall behind him. Touching the hilt of one of his blades, which showed that he was spending WAY too much time around Frost, he turned back to the room unsure of what to do, as he's never found himself in such a strange place. His eyes wander the bar, trying to take everything in at once, hoping there's some hint of how to get back to Meredith.

(no subject)

[namo]

[oom: Comes a Vala]

The door opens.

Námo enters.

The door closes.

The Vala contingency in Milliways just went up by one.

(no subject)

[asylum-alice.livejournal.com]

Alice has come to a decision. "The Cat told me to talk to people here to find out what's going on," she muses aloud. "The one person I spoke to last night in lieu of talking to a missing dog of salt didn't seem to think this was Wonderland at all, and the White Rabbit I saw seemed more pathetic than the one I'm looking for.

"I should make more friends here."

(no subject)

[cuban-star.livejournal.com]

In stumbles Lola. With a somewhat relieved face and a wearing a beautiful pink sparkle gown. Tonight was her sister's wedding and she was absolutely miserable. She didn't have a date, she couldn't sing due to a sore throat, and all she wanted was to be her sister. Happy, in love, and comforted. What a hopeless romantic she is. Wanting to be loved so much.

*She heads over to the bar for a drink*

"A glass of champagne, please."

She's probably had enough champagne for the night, but she is depressed. Which is definitely not normal in her case.

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and she beings quietly singing a song to herself*

Oh, how the blues comes so quickly
When your caught all alone
Nobody to love
Nobody to hold
Feeling down is easy
If your caught in love's trap
Try not to fall in
You may never get your heart back...

*She sighs, followed by a sip of her champagne*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim is seated at the bar, flipping a small black box from hand to hand. He's also got his sign by his side, what with the huge influx of newbies.
"NEW TO MILLIWAYS? HAVE QUESTIONS? I CAN ANSWER MOST OF THEM."
And then he picks up a cup of tea and watches the bar.*

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[after Morgoth]


Gorlim slides down in the chair. Morgoth's touch remains a physical sense-memory, chisled into his skin. He scratches at the place where the dark one's lips touched his hair and whimpers almost inaudably -- just once. He leans forward against the table, trembling, staring straight forward, blinking, staring down at his hands. He'd have to go to Eilinel. She'd have to know... but not now. He might still be watching, might learn...

Eyes wide, face devoid of color...
The Master is back.
...he rolls his hands into tight fists. The nails bite into the skin but don't quite break it. He scratches his head again.

Why can't I stop trembling...?

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Look, there's a Rachel in a Bar. Someplace she hasn't been seen for awhile, apparently there's a reason. She looks pale and drawn, flame in her eyes and bruises and scratches along her neck. Her shoulders are hunched and she avoids eye contact...certainly not like her at all.

Someone should probably make her look folk in the eye.

(no subject)

[theyounger.livejournal.com]

There is a Prime Minister in the bar.



Well, it's slightly less common than a knight in the bar and besides, he brought his paperwork and not his sword.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Well, the bed was comfortable, and the room he ended up with seemed to know his habits well. There was a wine rack, a reasonable kitchen area, and bookshelves, ready to be filled. All in all, a smaller version of his flat.

Giles headed downstairs, and asked for a glass of merlot and a cappellini bolognese, a book also appeared. An overview of Enochian magic.
He picked up the tome with the reverence of any book lover, and carefully carried it along with his dinner.
He found a quiet table near the fireplace to set, enjoy his dinner, and read.

He still has many questions about the place, and would be interested in meeting more people.

Presenting: Illyria in Candyland.

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

If Bar patrons are watching closely, they are likely to see one Illyria, demon goddess, and one Montparnasse, French dandy, in the midst of an intense discussion that is quickly becoming an argument.

If one continues watching, one will note that there are a number of patrons of the underage sort vaguely about the bar, perhaps watching the argument, or perhaps just minding their own business. Whatever it is that mortal children do.

At any rate, at some point a quite insistent goddess stands from her spot at the table, and without further preface, snaps "I can open a portal to anywhere I wish, you foolish, ignorant mortal!"

Whether or not this is true, Illyria is certainly opening a portal in the middle of the bar, at present, without regard for the number of children about, or for anything other than shutting up the arrogant Frenchman. She extends a hand, closes her eyes to focus, and wills a portal to open to the very first place that comes to mind, unmindful of the complete unpredictability of attempting to access a place that she's never actually been, so much as heard of.

Unfortunately for her (and perhaps for aforementioned bystanders), something goes a bit wrong, and she finds herself pulled off her feet, and through said portal, into a place that is familiar only because she had played a game based around it just last week.

She sits there for a few moments, stunned, looking around at the strange pastel scenery, and completely unaware of anyone at all who might have followed her, intentionally or no.

[ooc: locked to pre-approved plot participants, but sure to be full of extra crack for those who wish to read, starting as soon as all muns get online]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

After an unsucsessful attempt at meditation, Jaina's downstairs at the bar again, sitting at a booth with a glass of Whyren's and the holocube she keeps nudging around the table with the Force.

She glances at the crates to make sure they're still there, before turning her attention back to the spinning holocube. She's trying hard to think about a certain pilot, or conclusions she reached upstairs, back in her room. Sometimes, her best isn't enough.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[oom:smoking daddy's cigarettes]

Even though the mun swore she'd never do this again, Inyri and Lujayne are in the bar, sitting at a booth, sabacc cards in hands, sending each other looks of death and other such emotions.

Only, they aren't really going to kill each other (for once).

Come and chat with them!

[ooc: mun will be slowtiming in 45 minutes for LOST]

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes into the bar, purposefully, and looks around for either his brother or Faith. Other people are welcome too, of course.

(no subject)

[pen-velui.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Luthien and Eilinel cross paths.]

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Judgement Day. AKA report cards.]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Upon the bar, Elaine leaves a note:

Bernard,

I tuk Wensday off--not feling very wel.

Elayne

She gives the note to the Bar and it disappears. The Bar gives her chicken soup, bread, and water. She sits at a quiet table and eats, rather half-heartedly and with absolutely no enthusiasm. She'll endeavour to be cheerful if you speak to her.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Ravens in the bar, once again going over her books and papers, again scribbling notes down. An empty glass next to her and a crumb filled plate at her elbow.

She hums as she works, content and ...cheerful, that's unusual for Raven. Ahh Rae was in love.

(no subject)

[pen-velui.livejournal.com]

"When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair.

When owls call the breathless moon
in the blue veil of the night
When shadows of the trees appear
amidst the lantern's light.

We've been rambling all the night
and sometime of this day ..."

That quiet singing, if anyone were interested, would belong to Luthien.

She has discovered the fact that there is a nice acoustic area in the bar.

And, well, if you are from her world, or just in tune to magic, there's something rather drawing about that song. She doesn't mean there to be, it just happens.

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[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

Monkey leaps on to the Bar and begins to shout.

For those of you who don't know, he's a giant humanoid monkey.

"Milliways Bar People! I am Monkey, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! Your traditional bartender has dishonored his family and failed to show up! I will right this wrong in the name of Almighty Buddha! Buy drinks from me or perish!"



"I mean, buy drinks from me or be thirsty!"

Entrance Post

[major-graff.livejournal.com]

Major Graff, shaper of children, would-be-savior of the planet Earth is troubled. His face does not show it, his strong features are soldier smooth. He opens a door to his office steps in, closes the door then looks up to find.... What? A bar...?

Major Graff is confused.

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[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Illyria opens a portal (to prove she can). . .

. . .And a number of people find themselves somewhere unexpected.]

Entrance Post

[female-were.livejournal.com]

OOM: Before entering Milliways

Raina walked through a door and into Milliways. Realizing that where she was wasn't Danse Macabre she turned just in time to see the door vanish. She put her hand against the wall in hopes that it was a visual trick of some sort. It wasn't. A soft growl trickled out of her throat as she turned to face the strange bar.

For those who saw her, she looked as though she was headed to a huge gala. Her dress is very short and creme colored. She's wearing dark hose and stiletto heels, that make her long legs look like they go on forever. On her shoulders over the dress was a dusty red fox fur jacket, and her long auburn hair was in a soft bun with loose strands artfully framing her face.

There was no fear on her features, but there was anger. Anger at what ever hand of fate had brought her here to this strange place. Bad for her, possibly, but potentially deadly for those here. Testing the air for a familiar scent, she stood a little from the wall in a predatory stance, looking around the bar and taking everything in.

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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

There is a slim, and mostly healed Merry in the bar. She's sitting down at bar proper, legs crossed a book of Faeries and Fae myths open before her. A cup of coffee, a plate of scones.

It's prim and proper day.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire. Smoking, with coffee and a book.

There's an envelope tucked into the book. Just in case.

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[iseefrank.livejournal.com]

Donnie is sitting in a booth, staring off into space.

His game's batteries must be dead again. Come distract him?


OOC ETA:Ummm... this thread didn't go quite the way I'd pictured it. Not particularly work or child safe. I'd rate it... PG-13, probably, for mild sexual situations. What can you do, though? When the fae want to play, we just follow along ^.~

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[futures_of_ash]

Following a stimulating conversation with a human, Rachel has managed to get outside.

Out to her spot on the lake to be precise. Without the press of minds around her, without the need to restrain herself from harming anything that answers the description of human, she can finally draw a shaking breath that makes her throat ache and let the flame in her eyes spread over her body. Start the long battle to conquer rage after the fears of being helpless and the phoenix being unrestrained.

So, there is a bonfire with a human center, floating above the water in the center of the lake, and if you can get close enough to look, her neck is bruised and she crying quietly.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to The Daily Prophet]

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[gone_byebye]

Ray has been studying every possible configuration of ... well, something ... for most of today. If he stares at his holocomputer screen one minute more he's gonna go bugnuts.

So. Beer (not the green stuff this time) and... oh, something fried; Bar seems to think chicken wings will do nicely for him for now.

Say hi?

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

All Mercutio's been doing for weeks, longer, is going between the bar and his room and other people's rooms and outside. And while there are interesting people in the bar, and he has a (borrowed) sword with which he can practise and a lake in which he can swim, there's no space. He misses the mountains. He misses the Adige, and the sharp shock of leaping into her. He misses his horse, his skainsmates, his (own) sword.

He misses the hot Veronan sun, and the cold Veronan snow. The weather here is all wrong.

In short, he's homesick and a little stir-crazy, and he's just spent twenty minutes outside running as hard and fast as he possibly can. He's flushed and breathing hard and sitting at a table with a herbetella. Mmmm, comfort food.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val comes in from the back door, a pile of books in her arms, and a bottle of ink precariously placed on top of it. She's singing to herself, but freezes when she sees a certain person in the bar. For a long moment, she just stands there frozen, but eventually walks over, blankly staring.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM, millitimed to after the reception. Some angst and random flashback-ness.]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is in a booth. His bite marks have healed over and are only small red marks now.
He's grinning from ear to ear and poking through a small pile of peanuts.
Every now and then he hurls one at Ivanhoe's head.
The poor little rat doesn't even seem to mind tonight.

It's good to be home.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy in the bar, doing the killer Su Doku from the Times.
Come poke him, or annoy him by telling him he's got a five in the wrong place.

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[blue_ajah]

The air in a corner of the room shimmers and parts, and Moiraine steps into the bar. There is the usual near-ritual of procuring tea and a seat at her usual table, and then the Aes Sedai settles back.

Quiet. Observant. Waiting, perhaps.

The Wheel weaves.

Entrance

[fairy-short.livejournal.com]

The door opens.

Eyes that automatically go to head-height will see nothing. If they look a little further down however, they will see one very confused ex-LEPrecon elf. For about two seconds.

Hazel eyes widen in shock at having apparently walked into a human gathering in the protected Underground.

"D'Arvit!" Holly Short snarls, and shields herself, fading out of view and leaving only a barely-visible shimmer which hovers near the door.

She'll have to figure out how the heck all these humans got here anyway...

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[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

...Confused Heero in the bar, eyeing a note on a napkin. He looks like he doesn't quite know what to make of it.

That's probably because he doesn't.

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[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is sitting in at a table, feeding cookies to the squirrels. She looks perfectly, serenely, decidely happy.

Come say hello? You can try to steal a cookie from the squirrels.

Some months after Midsummer

[subtle-will.livejournal.com]

You can always tell, when you've entered a new universe.

There's something about the air, or the light, or the weather--and if you've been in hundreds, then you will be able to tell very quickly indeed.

Will has been to hundreds of universes. And then he was exiled from all but his own, because of a fruit, and a girl, and a Fall.

And what does one do when one Falls?

...becomes an Oxford student, apparently.

And so he opens the door, weary from a day of books and dust, with a black cat winding around his ankles, and knows that he has entered another universe.

As if in a dream, he turns, and feels along the space in the door for a cut, or a tear, but--

"There isn't anything there," the cat whispers, and he nods. A sudden fierce hope grips him, and she leaps into his arms to scan the room.

"Will, maybe--"

"--Lyra's here."

But if she is, they don't see her. He sags a little.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*There is a Penny in the bar... She is trying to read about general biology, but her thoughts keep wandering. She is humming and keeps losing her places. She has read about single cell mitosis about 7 time. Someone please save her from number 8.*

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard wanders into the bar-and for the first time in awhile, he's without blue skin or scales. He looks tired, though, and only briefly stops by the Bar before heading outside with a beer. Once he's outside, he settles down by the lake, watching the sky. It's nice to have a place to go where you can look at the stars and wonder when you'll see the next group of people wanting to kill you flying in.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is, as usual, curled up in a booth, reading. The pile of books she's been carting around with her has been slowly diminishing as she's either absorbed the information, or discarded them as useless. What this means is that the pile is now only large enough to bury roughly two people, rather than a small town.

Feel free to ask what she's studying so intently.

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[prydeful]

[oom: Last night, the tube comes out. Things are said. More things aren't.]

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[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Outside, there was a soft whine that grew into a roar. Over it all, dark guitar music played.

Cold to disappear
I missed you all these days
And all these tattooed angels
Have brought me back today.

A heat rolled below the body of a brushed-bronze jet as landing gear lifted off the ground. The music's volume grew with the whine of the engines, the beat heavy and hard and intentional.

I'm a wasted boy, empty master plan
Been stuck inside this lonely room again
Get paranoid, see vultures circling
Want to sleep again, down comes the final curtain
Until you come into your soul again
We'll be the worst of best friends
Does it feel like Christmas in Hollywood?
Does it feel like we're ever gonna make it home?

And then as the jet reached a height over the trees, scramjets burst into their active state and Tinman gained speed, leaving behind faint steam contrails at the tips of his wings.

Burn, baby, burn
Strung out on a wire
Heart in a cage
You're so full of desire
You need fast hands
To deal with all the liars
So don't burn, baby,
Burn, baby, burn!

The unintentional airshow had begun.

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[gonna_live]

Now that things have settled down a little...

Kaylee is in the bar with a very large brown envelope, and a very large piece of paper, and sticky tack

(of the future!!!!)

and she is moving around the contents of the envelope on the large piece of paper. Childhood pictures.

And she is singing under her breath. Surprisingly tunefully.

It might be "Octopus's Garden".

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[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Millitimed to before today's newspaper post, a fascinating glimpse into the long, arduous decision-making process Meg and Lilly went through when deciding to start a newspaper.]

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[aj_crawley]

[Persephone, 2519: Wednesday morning at Southdown Abbey, Prior Fell and Gabriel Tam talk. Crowley is anxious to know how it went. Later that evening, the demon pays Mr. Tam a visit, before whiling away the rest of the evening with Aziraphael.]