milliways_bar | Sep. 22nd, 2005

Sep. 22nd, 2005

secondrobin.livejournal.com

Jason Todd's back in the bar. Gloomier than usual because at this point he's not going to even think that Steph could be there.

He considers booze but decides on something more likely to help him relax. As much as he will let himself.

Tea is so freakin' girly though. Particularly chamomile lemon. And it brings back so many memories of a certain guy and his butler. He scowls and swears quietly when he burns his tongue. This is just not Jason's night.

Current Mood: grumpy

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to the night Eddie and Susannah left: Lilly and Alain are comforting at each other. Rated A for Aww and W for Woe.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

Romana decides to blame her inability to stay in Milliways long on her being both blonde and restless. Mostly restless. Or is that mostly blonde? Whichever.

She strolls into the bar and orders something with lots of strawberries in it.

Current Mood: cheerful

mini-supes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kon's trying. Really.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to sometime last week: Cuthbert and Susan move into their new place in the Staff Quarters.

Warning for schmoop and pineapple houses.

Really.]

steadfastknight

[OOM: Goliath, Part Four, in which the consequences of MBS vs. MBS are learned a year too soon.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room 322 - Note to Self.

A falling bookshelf is involved. Anyone who happens to be wandering around the third floor or can hear it on the stairs is welcome to go see what's up. This is not in any way locked to people who already know Gorlim. Because the Tolkien muns are quite happily deranged enough to include anyone who wants to play with the doom. :)

Replies will be slowtimed until around 1:00 pm EST when mun gets home from class.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda strolls down to the bar. Seemingly oblivious to her strange appearance, since she is still in the brown "dress" that Bar had provided for her and sword dangling from her hip.

She walks up to bar and asks for a non-fat latte. When it arrives it has clean clothes and a book, "The Tale of Two Cities". She stares at the bar for a moment. The book, clothes and latte in hand she finds her way to a table and has a seat.

Drinking her latte and thumbing through the pages with little to no interest. Please save her from her own memories.

http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/

Ghost isn't dead and Ghost isn't just a spirit, but Ghost has been haunting around for a while. He's looking better, eating, and it seems almost as if he's started to not only get used to the chaos of Milliways, but thrive from it. Thus he sits at the bar, thawed pizza on the counter next to a glass of chocolate milk (he'd ordered it just that was as it was his normal breakfast at home), and smiles at just about anyone who comes near.

He'd love to talk to someone.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

There's something strangely cathartic about sitting in the middle of a lake on a raft. Val is curled up in a ball on the raft, not in a swim suit, but an old t-shirt and shorts, which were, at one point, wet, but now have dried out. She's clinging to what looks like a brown mass of cloth, but upon careful examination is the outer robe of a Jedi robe. Yell at her. She still doesn't know about the shark.

[OOC note: Val is -not- eight. The icon is merely indicative of mental state.]

poetperry.livejournal.com

Neil had woken up to find the note left by Lilly Kane waiting for him by the door. He'd taken a couple of hours to wake up and get pulled together, dressing up neatly in a uniform that would have passed muster at Welton, namely dress shirt, dark slacks, tie and sweater and with a nervous breath, he headed down to the main room of the bar.

Holding the history book he'd been working with all week under an arm he looked around, trying to discern if anyone in the Bar at the moment might be Lilly Kane or Meg Giry.

"How am I supposed to find someone when I don't even know what they look like." The lanky youth muttered softly to himself, dark eyes once more moving towards the door.

No. He wasn't going to look at the door. He was going to try for this position and hopefully, be able to make something work.

Walking up to the Bar, he looked up at the air and asked a little wistfully. "Bar? Don't supposed you could point me in the direction of Lilly Kane or Meg Giry?"

i_vanquish_evil

This is the entrance post for one Gabriel Van Helsing... his mun is at work and will be horribly slow to respond, but responses will be made... ~~and now mun has "The Song That Never Ends" stuck in her head - bugger~~...

Van Helsing isn't really doing anything exciting... he's just sitting at a table with Beowulf and wondering why his entrance post has so many ellipses in it...

or... he's petting his dog and waiting for Natalie to come back from wherever it is she's run off to for the time being...

yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com

Something in Yugi's eyes is always smiling--even when his expression is fairly neutral, even when his features are focused with determination. Just now, he's concentrating on food, humming something just under his breath and stirring a bowl of miso soup with one chopstick.

Even though he's shy, he doesn't mind company.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

It's been a rough couple of days for Naraht. Between the worry she has had over both Hank and Johnny, it's not suprising she's pulled back a little to try to recharge. But she's out in the lake now, skimming along under the water, letting its gentle caress smooth away her cares.

When she pops out at the shore, she's smiling, humming and looking at the world with happier eyes. She sits on a convienient rock to comb out her hair, drops scattering from it as the tangles are undone.

Come and talk to her. She doesn't bite...might sing, though.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is outside again today. Not by the lake, as she usually is, but closer to the trees, sitting in the grass looking up at the sky, such as it is. She may appear to be lost in thought, but feel free to bother her for a chat.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

With smoke and the reek of the forge still clinging to him, Gimli makes his way inside from the morning's labours. Breakfast is all well and good but there is something of wisdom to the hobbits' policy of a second breakfast, he's decided.

Aside from the smell he seems quite approachable.

withamagicword

The door sweeps open and in stumbles a very young looking teenager in a bright red and yellow shirt, jeans, and brown shoes, carrying a large backpack. He looks around and looks somewhat surprised by where he is.

He moves a little further away from the door as it swings closed and vanishes. He looks around for anything familiar. Then, the surprise becomes downright awe and a little fear as he sees the stars exploding outside the observation window.

"This...is not Fawcett City. Where am I?"

And Billy Batson looks around and wonders if he has gone mad.

gone_byebye

Ray slept late this morning. Hey, he's entitled.

He's also hungry, and in search of lunch and a spot to sit and maybe company or something like that.

alivefive.livejournal.com

J5 is in the bar, having found a spot out of the way and yet visible. In his hands is a paperback book, that he's quickly flipping the pages of, can we say speed reader?

awesome_lilly

Lilly is back in the bar, minus Meg who is off doing twirly things. She's still got the sign, though.

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.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon s'Ffalenn is in the bar. With music. Lots of music. Towers of carefully stacked, bound, and thumbed through pages of sheet music. Pyramids of song books. Chords and notes and scores...

Yes. Arithon is probably not moving for a while. His player, however, still has early mornings, so if you want to talk to him speak now or wait until tomorrow.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Its the short, dark member of Security.

Probably the shortest and darkest, really. Mind, he currently looks more like the Masterbard than a member of Security, but his badge is more-or-less visible under a stack of pages from Tosca that toppled over about ten minutes ago.

What? You didn't notice him? Hey, he is Master of Shadows. If Arithon wants a dark corner, Arithon has a dark corner.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Having changed her clothes Amanda wanders outside in hopes of finding the Greenhouse. She is enjoying the fresh air and sun of the late afternoon. She is in an extremely good mood.

Directions anyone? She is also open to a conversation with anyone at this point. Not much can ruin her day.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Since the mun's now back, and is crazy, it's a combo post of three of her pups. Whee!

In the bar, there's Venkman at his usual table. He's got more books, his notebook, plus the makings of a stage makeup kit apparently.

Over near the fireplace, there's Rupert Giles, thoroughly engrossed in his book on Enochian magic, and there was a slowly cooling cup of forgotten tea on the end table next to him.

In a quiet booth, there was the familiar frantic sounds of scribbling and erasing coming from one Todd Anderson.

Feel free to bother any of them, just include a note to indicate which you want to talk to.

Current Mood: cracky multitasking fun!

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is out by the lake, running laps with Danny the puppy at his heels.

He wouldn't object to company.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie's in the bar, with kitten and hot chocolate.

the_lioness

[OOM: By the lake, Adam and Alanna talk about the Jack situation and figure some things out.]

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is in the bar. She's curled up on a couch near the fireplace. Her long hair is braided, her black shirt is tight and cut low, and her shorts stop around mid-thigh. But one wouldn't really be able to see this because there is a dark blanket that covers her from head to just after her shorts stop, her bare legs curled slightly against the couch.

She probably shouldn't have asked for the strongest alcoholic beverage this place had. It had been a while, a long while, that this werewolf had had a hangover. Because of that, she wan't entirely sure how to fix it. The blanket helped to cut out the light and muffle the sounds of the bar. On the table near the couch was a large glass, half full of water and a plate with a little blood on it, showing that at one point it had contained a rare steak.

Poking a hungover werewolf could be hazardous to ones health, but why not try anyways?

Current Mood: hungover

agirllost

[OOM: The clock has started - Kim thinks about Ryan leaving.]

bloodyrockgod

The front door opens.

The bird enters first, cawing a laugh as he flies up to the rafters.

The musician enters slowly--dirty, sunburt, with a bloody gash in his forehead and a fraying backpack on his back. He pauses and looks around with eyes that are dark and weary--but clear.

[ooc: Charlie's all caught up now to current Lost canon. Yay?]

the_antiangst

Angel's in the bar, at Bar, having some lunch. Pizza, to be precise.
Also, he's eyeing the sign Lilly's got sitting in front of her. He finds the thought of Lilly and Meg running a newspaper somewhat terrifying, to be honest, even though he can't really think of anyone better for the job as it applies to Milliways.

kitchen_maid

If there's a girl sitting in Milliways shelling peas, it almost has to be the Ordinary Princess. Doesn't it?

Therefore, since there is a girl sitting in Milliways shelling peas, it may be assumed that the Ordinary Princess is in the bar.

Come say hello?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy trips up as he comes into the bar, dropping bits of paper everywhere. He regains his balance and turns around to glare at the door.
Stupid inter-portal turbulance
He makes his way to the nearest booth and dumps the pile of paper on the table, before going back for the bits he's dropped. Satisfied that he's got them all, he settles down in a booth and puts his sign up.

The doctor is in

The little black kitten plays around his feet. Every now and again he bends down and tickles it whilst sorting out the paper.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion in the bar.

Mun at work.

iustus_rex

[ In the House of Arch ]

Edmund enters Milliways from the House of Arch, face drawn and pale, and crosses over to Bar to get his usual tray for tea. His sketchbook appears as well, and his hand is shaking just slightly as he takes it, tucking it under his arm.

He glances around the room briefly, hesitating for a moment before taking his tray and sketchbook to one of the booths against the wall.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard has finally been shown the woods and lake out the back door of the bar. That is good.

He's not been warned of the demon bunnies yet. That might not be good.

He has something to read. That is good.

It is a stack of astrophysical digests on digital paper where Wellard is having to look up nearly every other single word in english in the (thankfully normal) dictionary beside him- when the diagrams are not in chinese. This might not be good.
At least the Prime Directive doesn't apply here.
Wellard would probably agree, with the amount of headache this is giving him. He had thought he was decent at navigation, before.

((~~Mun AKF, back in 20~~ back))

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne has been outside picking some of the last flowers for her room, and she almost dances back into the bar proper, her basket full of sweet smelling flowers and her hair all wild and curling about her face. Her smile only brightens more when, with her customary tea, Bar also delivers her a sprig of sweet lavender, and she lays it carefully with her other flowers, looking delighted.

Then comes the process of selecting flowers to go into her vase upstairs, and carefully placing the lavender so that it's pale purple is complemented to its fullest potential.

Or, at least, this would be the process, if Anne did not get so distracted by the scent of the flowers and their very brightness.

deserved_it

[Pre-Milliways: Through the Stable Door.]

The door opens, and for a moment, one can catch sight of a bonfire outside.

Then someone comes flying through, bodily thrown. With a crash of mail, he hits the floor hard, knocking the wind out of him. Moments later, though, he's scrambling to his feet, ready for what may come --

And then stares about him in confusion.

In Eustace Scrubb's experience, stables -- even Narnian stables -- don't have pubs inside them.

thehackerman.livejournal.com

He's not really in a towel.

But it's a pretty icon.

He is, however, sitting at a table (fully clothed, but no less pretty) with his laptop open. Funny how wireless is available in Milliways, but the internet never leads anywhere.

So he's currently playing Solitaire. Hey, it passes the time.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Violet deity by the fireplace.

With coffee.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: 'Dora and Aziraphael in Rome.]

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

Ryan's sitting at a table near the bar. He has a cigarette in one hand, a half-full glass of brandy in front of him and is writing something down in a notebook.

If you ask, he might tell you what he's writing.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

[OOM: The last conversation between House and Cameron,before Milliways]

Sitting at the bar with a glass of tea and a Vicodin, he was staring at the door. He'd used Tony and Michelle's wedding as an excuse to delay leaving, but now there was no excuse. The door was there for a reason. Because he needed to go back home.

He didn't want to leave the bar. He liked Milliways. He'd changed under the influence of the bar. He wasn't as grumpy or miserable as he was at home. He had more than one friend. He even had a dog. Ed promised to take care of Triumph for him and he trusted her to do so, but Triumph was his dog. His and Cameron's.

Cameron could see the door too, and was planning to go back to New Jersey with him.

Staring at the door and planning to actively walk through it were two completely different ideas.

[OOC: Mun must eat. Will be AFK for about a half hour]

Current Mood: numb

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is...better, today. She got some decent sleep and is now out by the lake, enjoying the sunshine. She has a piece of embroidery in her lap, and upon occasion, she works with it, but not in any focused manner.

She's better, but she's quiet.

And yes...she's eaten today.

Promise.

angryadolescent.livejournal.com

Look, Kronos has decided to make an appearance in the bar instead of lurking around doing who the hell knows what.

Isn't that special.

Current Mood: aggravated

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Look! It's a Chase! Inna bar!

See the Chase drink a milkshake. Slurp, Chase, slurp.

Also, there are onion rings.

Come poke him.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Just as the sun is begining to set Amanda reaches the greenhouse.

She peers inside.

"Hello. Anyone here"

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric had taken over a booth with his pile of magpie-nesty things that he kept getting from Bar. So far he hadn't run up too much of a tab, mostly because he was asking for pretty much junk. He now had a set of little clockwork people made of horribly abused utensils and various sundry other bits and bobs.

At the moment he was watching them all wobble around in circles on the tabletop, smiling crookedly. He really was a simple creature at heart, didn't take much to amuse him.

He'll probably talk to you, especially if you have food. He likes food. A lot.

ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com

Anoia was once again at the bar, nibbling on a corkscrew and leafing through her well-read Encyclopedia of Kitchen Impliments. Her apron was green and had little black and white cows on the pockets. Her hair was done up in braids that wrapped completely around her head, except for the little curly tails that were right behind her ears.

She hadn't yet figured out how to use the battery-operated turkey-basting whisk fork, but she'd sort of given up on it at that point and was now moved onto things that would stick in other drawers, torches for instance, and paperclips, and straightedge rulers.

She'll probably give you something if you go talk to her.

mizgreen.livejournal.com

Superstar innabar.

Okay, no, not really, just the Green M&M, who, suffice to say is still more than a little freaked out by the place.

She's coping better this time however, smiling and sipping at her cosmo, leaning back against the bar to eye the patrons around this evening, maybe looking for conversation, maybe not, always hard to tell with her.

If you're not going to bite, go ahead and talk to her, she'll probably talk back.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was off near the observation window, going over her final lists, it was only a week left until vacation and she wanted to make sure she had everything in order.

Jeans of course, as usual, and a slogan shirt, this one pale yellow with almost cobalt blue glitter type across the front, "I took the road less traveled... now where the hell am I?"
If anyone was looking under the table they'd note that she was barefoot, shoes tucked away under her chair, out of the way.

She was smiling, not uncommon really, but not entirely common either. There was a plate of zucchini chips and a half-finished chocolate cherry shake at her side. She'd had her fill of the chips, but she'll probably trade the remainder for conversation.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz enters the bar from the outside. He was paid while he was out of the bar, so he doesn't feel too guilty about having dinner here.

As if she's aware he skipped lunch, however, more food than he ordered appears.

But, he begins eating without protest. He probably wouldn't mind sharing some of it, however.

asylum-alice.livejournal.com

Alice comes yawning down the stairs, covering her mouth with her left hand like a properly well-mannered girl. She'd do it with her right, but it's carrying the knife as long as her forearm.

prydeful

[OOM: This ain't no Frou Frou song. There isn't really beauty in the breakdown. Just a lot of pain.]

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

Grim pilot in a booth sipping at something slightly blue and poking at a cold sandwich.

He's thinking about maybe going up to Room 76 and spending a few hours on the sims later.

velocitygirl

Inyri's leaning against the wall near the backdoor of the bar, fingers pressing into her eyes.

She thought it would have been easier. But he came back before she was prepared and now...she's again wishing she could take everything back.

If asked if she's crying, she'll deny it. She's determined to be stronger than she is.

Even if she looks so frail.

from-topside.livejournal.com

Man with a baby.

No, not that one. The other one.

No, not that one either.

Not that---

Oh bugger it. Gary Perunu in the bar with a little namesake in his arms.

gabriel_tam

[OOM: Millitimed to Wednesday. Still at Southdown Abbey, Gabriel Tam completes a rather unpleasant reading assignment.]

mogget_cat

*Yrael is stretched out on the couch before the fire, looking comfortable as only someone who knows how to lounge can look.*

*Come poke the not'cat.*

Current Mood: lazy

bartyjr.livejournal.com

The Death Eater is sitting at a table; reading, eating, drinking.

He doesn't think the Say True would need a political correspondant. Pity.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie comes into the bar once again from the lake door. As he passes, Bar produces, not his usual tea, but a smoothie instead. Taking the smoothie a small smile he finds himself a comfortable seat with a good view of the bar to enjoy it in.

Come talk to him.

farmboyrebel.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: The Last Flight of Biggs Darklighter Warning for, well, explostions and death.]

In front of the door, something explodes. But not really. There is a lot of smoke, and a lingering smell of burning electronics, but it does not seem anything is hurt. When the acrid-smelling smoke clears, a figure in an orange flight-suit and helmet is sitting on the floor with a confused look. Standing and taking off his helmet, because really, who wants to meet the afterlife with a helmet on, Biggs looks around.

"Woah. No one told me the afterlife was a bar. I wonder how the lum is." Biggs Darklighter has come to Milliways.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: After this]

Guppy is in the bar, eating a sandwich with ham, cheese, lettuce and cucumber in. He has his sign up again.

The doctor is in

That's all really.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace, at one of the tables closer to the fire, with her feet propped up on another chair and a cup of very hot, very black tea steaming away next to her. She's rifling through a thick stack of notes, most of which are in her own hand.

Yes.

Ace is up to something.

Never fear, it's not aimed at anyone here.

...

Okay, so maybe that isn't reassuring.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Susannah Dean enters the bar, a slim black woman in a midnight blue wheelchair. She's unarmed, which feels uncomfortable, but she'll deal.

She gets dinner from the Bar--a big rare steak, say hellelujah, and baked potatos with fixings on the side--and handles the tray with the grace of long practice. She installs herself at a table not far from the door and begins to eat.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny comes in through the front door. She didn't bring her school books today. Today it's just her in dire need of a beer. Anyone wanna join her.*

losthewar.livejournal.com

[OOC: Notes home.]

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

[ooc: Alanna comes and visits Boone]

[ooc: Note - If anyone wants to come up and talk to Boone, feel free, just start a new thread]

Current Mood: tired

inquisitivehero

OOM: Hank and Catherine go on a date at the Lake

Millitimed to Tuesday Night. NC-17 Warnings for Graphic Sexuality.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*"NEW TO THE BAR? CONFUSED, QUESTIONING, LOST LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT A RUDDER? I MAY BE ABLE TO HELP YOU ASHORE."
Tim is going for the priestly approach to his signage. Other then that, all is normal with Tim. If you consider talking to an owl normal.*

No, for the last time, I will NOT take you to a strip club. I'm sorry you don't have any ID, thats not my fault. Yes, you being alive is my fault, but that doesn't mean I'm going too.... Well, what do you want to look at naked girls for anyways? Wait, you can what?

undignified

[oom: He didn't miss Milliways, not one little bit. Honest.]

Wes Janson steps through the door into the bar, looking up as it closes behind him. When he realises where he is, a slow grin spreads across his face, and he runs up to Bar without even a glance behind him.

"Home," he whispers, smiling ruefully at the word. He reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out his credit slip, slapping it down on the bar top triumphantly. "For me and Hobbs," he tells Bar. Then, after a moment: "And Inyri and her sister."

The piece of flimsi remains on Bar for a moment as if she's asking Wes what kind of scam he's trying to pull -- then it disappears, along with his tab, Hobbie's, and most of Inyri's and Lujayne's.

Wes grins, and then laughs, and suddenly steps away into the main bar area. He stretches out his arms and turns on the spot for a moment, still laughing like a kid. And then, loudly, with a grin: "Wes Janson's back, Milliways! You can all celebrate now!"

And he laughs again.

the_antiangst

After a brief trip upstairs, Angel's in the bar again, over by the fireplace this time. He's got his notebook, but instead of actively writing this time he's more in editing mode, with a side of doodling in the margins.

http://users.livejournal.com/_kneebiter/

Wowbagger is in the bar with a 307 Ale.

highking.livejournal.com

It's a Peter!

He seems to be in a good mood.

Hurrah for good moods!

bloodyrockgod

Showered and rested and in clean clothes (though the gash on his forehead looks as painful and angry as when he first came in), Charlie comes downstairs. He pauses for a moment, deciding, and then sits at the piano.

He smiles, running his fingers over the keys, and when his eyes close he starts to play.

Satie, this time. He likes Satie.

awesome_lilly

[OOM, and outside of anywhere that time makes any sense, millitime gets stretched to the limit and Mal, Lilly, and Peter go drinking. Hijinks and Thrilling Heroics Ensue.]

Peter and Lilly step into the bar. Lilly's sporting a rather impressive bruise on her cheekbone that Peter seems more concerned over than she does. Lilly shrugs, says it's nothing and that Raven or someone can heal it up. Peter, who does not seem to think it's nothing, immediately sets off to find Raven.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: Elaine tells Tony about Ryan's impending ~~doom~~ departure. Tony is brotherly. Thread is cute. Millitimed to yesterday. ]

un_fallen

Raguel is late to the bar, looking tired but otherwise none the worse for wear. He takes a seat in the back and gets comfortable. After a few minutes he can be seen twirling a dingy, broken feather between two fingers.

[OOC: Raguel grills Thom at length on his history, love & Lucifer. The Archangel Michael drops in and spews vitriol and Lucifer hate & makes Raguel-mun snort tea onto her keyboard. ♥ Raven comes by to set Raguel's mind at ease about Coyote somewhat, and talks revenge, punishment, and pink. Yeliel says a cheerful hello, which makes Raguel twitch, & they compare some angelic business.]

ms-myers.livejournal.com

Nina inna bar. Come say hi. She's feeling better today, a little more like herself.

[OOM: In happier days... (Millitimed to the 17th; rated NC-17 for graphic sexuality)]