milliways_bar | Sep. 23rd, 2005

Sep. 23rd, 2005

Ray orders dinner tonight- gyro and fries- and gets way more fries than he bargained for. So now he's got to find somewhere to sit and have his New York food and his scary green Milliways drink. And maybe for once not put dinner down in the middle to start reading about something supernatural that he forgot he had to study.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is not in the bar. She is out on the beach instead, blindfolded, going through the motions of some sort of combat form. The style is not precisely identifiable, possessing elements of several. She'd tell you to go yell at her instructors, if you were inclined to nitpick.

She'd probably be willing to take a break to chat, if anyone were interested.

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Heero, in the bar, sitting at a table and typing quickly on his laptop again. His face is blank, only the pattern of his typing conveying the fact he is a -wee- bit annoyed.

Wouldn't want to be whoever he's angry at...

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert. Couch. Coffee.

Thoughtful expression, which the mun refrains from calling 'contemplative', because there's such a thing as going overboard.

One hand is raised to the ring that hangs around his neck, toying with it absently.

ulfricrichard.livejournal.com

There is an alpha werewolf sitting at the bar. He's quite clearly worrying about something. This isn't a surprise. Just how worried he seems might be.

You can poke the werewolf. He doesn't bite.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Rome, Bernard and Nymphadora don't talk. Then talk. And resolve nothing. Good times.]

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles was in the bar, and he walked up the bar.

"Madam Bar, if you would be so kind? A servicable instrument to use?" A moment later, a nice six string acoustic guitar appeared.

"Thank you." He went over to sit, and tune. He idly played a few chords, the tone sounded rich and resonant.

He started playing a melody, and quietly sang,

"I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables

chorus:
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either

chorus

People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good
And when it's bad I cry
I've got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at each other
And we don't know what to do"

-The Seeker by The Who

simple-secret.livejournal.com

A shadow, smoke from a fire, red fire, red fur, a fox.

A ripple, wrinkles in velvet, velvet in the wind, wind over water, the lake.

The gentle lapping of water on the sandy lakeshore.

The quiet crunch of loose pebbles, the swish of grass, a deep breath.

Come. Speak. Or just find a companion in the nocturnal tourist. He won't mind.

Current Mood: contemplative

simon_doctor

[OOM: Simon Tam's sleep is troubled by dreams. It is perhaps inevitable that Kaylee notices.]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC:

Post-Milliways: After this Susannah passes the night alone.]

withamagicword

OOM: Billy loses it, then regains it.

A tall, muscular man in a red tuxedo((OOC: see icon)) walks into the Bar. He glances around and then settles at the Bar. His deep voice sounds clearly in the room.

"Lady Bar, a chocolate milk, bacon, toast, and eggs over easy, please."

His voice is polite and he smiles and gently pats Bar as the food appears.

"Thank you."

Then he sets to.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks through the front door of the bar. Her trip back home a short but productive one. She had been hoping to come back here she just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Amanda walks up to the bar and places a small pouch on her, "My dear, this take care of my tab for a while" the pouch is absorbed into the bar.

Taking a seat at one of the booths she calls over a wait-rat and orders a large American style breakfast, eggs, bacon, toast, pankakes, and orange juice as well as a newspaper and begins to people watch for a while.

Come and visit the beautiful woman sitting alone.

inquisitivehero

Hank wanders around outside, enjoying the cold winds and the beauty of the lake and the forest.

He felt somewhat better, but stil looked bedraggled.

As he moves around the back area, he smiles, thinking about a beautiful woman and letting himself just kind of drift.

forge-fire.livejournal.com

He walks in calmly, a small, satisfied smile on his face as he makes his way to the bar. His head tilts just the tiniest bit as he considers his breakfast, but then he gives a small nod and sits himself down at the counter. Another small nod and his breakfast appears. He breathes in the scent of strong, sweet coffee with a slightly larger smile before digging into the warm bread and the cheese.

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

There is a Loki in the bar, sitting on the ceiling sipping tea and nibbling on some cookies fresh from the oven.

[ooc: mun going home from work]

minstrel-show.livejournal.com

It's not a Wednesday...which is why you might wonder what they're doing away from Sir Robin.

It's just that Sir Robin's disappeared, and wherever he went, the Minstrels don't seem to know where to find him.

That can only mean one thing:

They're looking for a new ~~victim~~ ~~client~~ hero.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

lvpd_sidle

The front door opens and Sara enters the bar. She's been gone only one day, Bar-time.

The three weeks on the other side felt like a lifetime.

She is now curled up near one of the observation windows, drinking coffee and looking contemplative. Whether she's thinking about the decomp she and Greg recently processed or her father's unusual breakthrough before she left is anyone's guess.

Bother at will.

[ooc: Whee! New canon!]

jack_inthegreen

The man in green sits at a table with a sheaf of blank paper, a box of pen nibs and a few pots of ink. He is writing, though his method is closer to drawing. Handwriting was still an art when he learned how.

The stack of blanks grows smaller as the pile of crossed-through, scribbled-out, scratched-over papers grows larger.

Inky fingers, anyone?

gone_byebye

Ray had one of those absolutely fascinating dreams last night. You know the kind. They explain So Damn Much that when you wake up you grab for the nearest writing-surface because you mustn't ever lose the information. Unfortunately, writing in magic marker on the surface of the nightstand because you forgot to put a notebook next to the bed is very conducive to smearing, and the only part he can remember is something to do with frogs.

If he ever meets the personification of his subconscious he's gonna kick it in the shins.

not_that_spike

by the lake: jeet kune do

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony has taken a seat at the bar. He is sipping on a milkshake and writing in a notebook--how clique-ish of him! Perhaps someone should come over and draw him out of himself.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Ako is in the bar.

Rar.

And she's wearing this so there may be certain people who stare anyway, but, hey. A Fox gotta do what a Fox wanna do.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John is in the bar ~~because his mun is bored~~. He's sitting at his usual spot in the corner, with a pint of Guinness and an overflowing ashtray.

Come on by and say hello. Or something.

the_lioness

*Whistling, Alanna exits the staff quarters and takes a seat at the bar. Her hair is slightly damp and braided. Tapping her foot against the stool, she asks Bar for coffee and a pair of scissors. Yes, scissors.*

thecoolone

He's rather getting used to the coming and going: with the flat in London being so much fun, his concentration and focus have been elsewhere.

But he's also figured out the trick to getting back here. They discussed it, he and Fleur, and decided to keep Room 42 here as well as the flat outside because everyone needs a change of venue from time to time.

Still, it feels as if it's been a while since he was here last. There are people he knows and, as always, people he doesn't, and he stops by the bar for a cup of tea and thinks he might work out his letter to Gringott's, about how he wants to pursue his employment with them.

Then again, he might not.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

OOM: Michael officially presents his son to his people

abs-denham.livejournal.com

There is an Abs in the bar.

He has a book, coffee and a small plate of biscuits.

Now and again he turns the book upside down and looks at it a different way.

Sometimes he turns it sideways.

Sometimes he leans back and other times brings it closer.

If you stand behind him, maybe you'll see why. He'd be happy to talk to anyone, whether he's met them or not.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is crouched down by the lake, skimming small flat pebbles across its surface.

losthewar.livejournal.com

Henry Dean is back at the bar. Instead of inciting rage, though, it's almost comforting. When home becomes foreign, the foreign must become comforting. And so he's at the bar, eating lunch and drinking a coke.

[ooc: ~~mun only here for an hour, shall return later tonight at some point. Gone, for now.~~ Back!]

molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com

Extremely bored street samurai inna bar.

She's sitting at a table with a plate of paradoxes that have gone cold and a beer that's gone warm.

She's staring down at a half-finished crossword puzzle, drumming her fingers on the table.

Every so often, she pops her claws out and drums them along the table.

Judging by the pits that have begun to develop in the surface, she's been at it a while.

pen-velui.livejournal.com

Luthien, as it were, has made an important discovery.

The piano.

As her magic is music, or her music is magic, or one of those, or perhaps all of the above, she sits down at the bench and begins to play.

It's possible she may not be familliar with pianos, not pianos like this one, of this size - but that doesn't stop her from playing incredibly well.

Natural musician.

The bet would be, however, that besides Luthien, only five people in Milliways would be familliar with the song itself.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith and Liam come into the bar through the front doors, arm-in-arm. Both are quiet, thoughtful, and Faith hugs Liam and kisses his cheek, then disappears into her suite. A minute later, she re-emerges, only to disappear again, this time into the Security Office.

When she comes out of there, she looks annoyed.

So. Liam at the bar, looking thoughtful, Faith at a table with Jack Daniels looking irritated...both available for conversation.

(OOC: No, they don't have the same mun. Yes, you can tag either of them in this post anyway.)

the-eternal-man.livejournal.com

V. v. v. powerful old guy inna bar. Ordering a chocolate milkshake with a furtive look in his eye, in case a certain grandson of his notices this unnatural choice of drink. If he's caught, he'll never live it down.

Have at. Especially if you promise not to tell on him.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> September 23rd, 2005: The Distraction

someonesdog

Angua's in the bar, rejoice!

Or, just come and distract her from her food. Either works.

[OOC: Mun has until 5pm, then she disappears for an interdeterminate amount of time at least a weekend long. But slowtime is love]

sec-def.livejournal.com

Jim is sitting at the bar, picking morosely at a sandwich. He's getting entirely fed up of being in this bar ~~mainly because mun hasn't played him enough~~.

He'll talk to anyone. Except Michael Moore.

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick in the bar.

Nick with some knowledge but not all. Not even close.

laughing-flower.livejournal.com

Observe, if you will, the table.

It is completely covered with food. All sorts of food. Salads (some with meat, some with veggies, some with fruit and candied walnuts), flans, pies (meat and fruit and some unholy unions of the two), soups (cold, hot, spicy, and omgmymouthisonfire), breads, cheeses, and several glasses of a slightly pink fizzy drink.

The only diner at this table is a hare.

Yes, the food is all hers.

This, of course, means she's in an excellent mood.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Wheeeeeeeeee!

Random is in the bar.

Looking so unbelievably fucking happy.

Now? Would be a great time to talk with him. It has been a good day.

elhombrelobo.livejournal.com

A familiar dark shape returns to the bar, prowling amongst the tables in search of a nice dark spot to blend in with.

Where has he been all this time? You can ask but he won't tell you (as if you could get a fully transformed werewolf to answer you); however it does involve a lot of poker, a near-escape from a murder charge and being told he needs to bathe more often.

Never mind all that. He's here now.

Perhaps for some mano a lobo conversation or interraction?

Current Mood: complacent

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

He's been here since last night.

He's mulling over a cup of hot blood, contemplating life~~, the universe and everything~~ and looking...

Lost.

Hmm.

Mun must remember to post this to the CORRECT community. *doink*

robinton-harper.livejournal.com

Masterharper, in a corner.

His music is muted, tonight. Zair is quietly curled around his neck, eyes deep blue and whirling slowly.

Dark notes. Dark music. Slow, sombre, and painfully lovely.

Don't interrupt, but do listen, if you're so inclined.

badderthanyou

Dawn had a little conversation with Van Helsing as she passed him in the hallway upstairs and now she is in the bar and she does NOT look happy... not at all. Oh... and she's wearing pointed-toed boots. They're really pointy.

Why is she not happy? Oh... does anyone dare to find out?

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

There's a small patch of Irish wildflowers out back, that are extremely comfortable to sit on, that just seem to stick out from the rest of the flora and fauna.

Only, now there's not.

There's a Sheila, strolling into the bar looking refreshed, to sit at the piano and play Greensleeves.

dalekity.livejournal.com

The Dalek is in the bar, by a booth. It's been a while since it's been in the bar, and there are many stories concerning it's absence.

Some people say it went on a mystical journey of self-discovery through a seemingly endless desert.

Others say it travelled far and wide, to a tall tower, where it tricked an enchanter, killed a dragon and rescued a princess.

Yet others say it lead a band of Space Barbarians to take over the galaxy, and was thwarted at the last moment.

There are those few who say it visited its Grandma.

None of these are true.

Come and talk to it, and somewhere in the conversation, you may find out what it's been doing since ~~the mun's been being lazy~~ it was last downstairs. It's Bound, so it was probably just in it's room.

Still, it's free of charge.

[~~Mun is here for an hour~~ ~~Mun is currently gone for an hour~~ Mun is back for a while, at least half an hour, possibly an hour.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_iamgred_/

Fred enters, sans colored smoke.

He's awfully pale today, and looks a bit peakey. It's not a good look for him. He plops down at the bar and orders a firewhisky in a glum voice.

Outside, the universe explodes with perhaps a little bit more fervor than usual.

theravenboy

Owen Davies heard the harpsong in the upstairs hallway and asked politely if he could come along with Bran.

Therefore, both Bran Davies and Owen Davies are walking through the doorway to Milliways now.

[In which Owen Davies demonstrates the presence of a backbone! Accompanied by Bran, Owen listens to Dream of the Endless compliment his son, speaks politely to Mordred and invites Mordred to visit. Owen and Bran talk to Blodwen Rowlands and escape unscathed. Score: Davies 6, Blodwen 3. Also, Bran meets Liz Imbrie [slowtimed].)

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's a peculiar sound outside, by the lake.

One might describe it as an ancient horse with bronchitis coughing into a megaphone, while kicking the stable door.

One would be utterly incorrect.

Time passes. It almost always does.

Eventually a pale pyro with traces of soot still marking her face leans against the frame of the door leading out to the lake, evidently trying to decide whether she's up to facing the bar tonight.

From the look on her face, the answer might be 'no'.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is outside, perched in the branch of a tree. He hasn't any wish to conceal himself; he's expecting someone. Maybe it's you.

... Well, probably it isn't. But he'll welcome your company nevertheless.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: A day out in Muggle London. Sunny and 'Dora shop, and there is much sweetness and laughter. Except for the part where there isn't. Plot plot plot.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava is down in the bar, with a sweater on over a pale pink blouse, a knee-length jean skirt, and high boots. (Yes, the mun still enjoys dressing her up, why do you ask?) Things have been going well- friends have returned home, situations have resolved themselves-

So that just leaves some reading and planning, both of which she is doing, sitting down at a table with a cup of hot chocolate at hand. She is very easily distracted, however, and certainly does not object to company.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan is on the couch, reading again (despite what the icon suggests, her stomach is as flat as ever. Wait a couple more months for that to noticably change).

Her eyes, always dreamy, seem somehow more distant then normal, and it's hard to say how much of the words she is taking in.

[ooc: Mun away from the comp, Adam and Mordred threads paused until she comes back. Slowtimes in effect if anyone else tags.]

clumsy_auror

Tonks and Sunny push open the front door, looking a bit tired. Glancing over, the Auror sees her husband and Crowley, but opts to head to the flat first to drop off the new stroller and packages.

A few minutes later, the pair reappear, and head over to their usual table.

[OOC: Please to be noting that Sunny-mun won't be around until later, so plz not to be tagging her in Ber'd's post. :D]

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Present in the bar, Dr. Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter, taking his ease by the Observation Window. At his table rests a bottle of his favorite Chateau d'Yquem, some of which has been decanted into a glass. It is seemingly being largely ignored.

In front of him is a sheaf of papers. To those in the know, he seems to be determined to get his sister back. Again. Despite Death's annoyance with him last time.

dreams-bird.livejournal.com

Oh, look!
There's a raven in the bar.

He finds a perch near the bar and patron-watches, preening.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

Long duster on to protect against Callisto's frigid winds and snow, Gren takes his saxophone case into gloved hands, cradling it protectively. It's the one thing he has from before the war on Titan that didn't get destroyed and it's his friend, his lover, his comfort. He takes a last sip of his drink then backs through the Rester House's front door, waving goodnight to the bartender.

Set over: time to go home, kick back, take a shower, go to sleep. And then tomorrow, another three sets, and the same thing on Sunday and Monday and every night.

He likes playing sax at the Blue Crow: he can meet people, but he doesn't have to. Everyone there knows better than to try to hit on him. It's kind of like home away from home. And he backs out into the street and it should be dark and snowy and deserted, and at first he thinks he's made some kind of mistake or had a stroke or something -- all those drugs finally taking their toll -- because he just left a bar.

Why is he in a different one all of a sudden? He hugs the sax case to his chest and looks around. He's not frightened -- prison pretty much took all the fear he had left over from Titan away from him -- but he is apprehensive. His eyes travel immediately to the biggest window in the place and he blinks a couple times: he's traveled the Solar System from Pluto to Venus, but he's never seen anything like this.

He just stops and stares. There's no one here he knows, and that's either really good or really, really bad.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is about, sitting at the bar and drinking latte.

He's keeping en eye out for Strahan, for Eilinel, for Hank, for Guppy.

And for Gil. Always for Gil.

But he'll just as gladly talk to anybody else.

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen comes down the stairs, puppy and kitten at her heels. She gets a tray from the bar and looks around for anyone who needs to be waited on...or anyone who looks lost. But you can come pester her!

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom comes by and sits down at the bar. He looks to be in a relatively good mood.

Relatively.*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine's in the bar, again with her embroidery. It's slow going because it's hard for her to concentrate.

There is a plate of bread beside her, and stew, but she's made far more headway on the beer.

She's open for talking, but she's not exactly cheerful. At least she's not broken.

thatseemright2u.livejournal.com

If ever there was a lurkier Bounty Hunter, Jubal never met him.

Jubal is not, however, currently being lurky. Rather, he is sitting down to a nice plate of eggs. Plain, yes. But that's the appeal of them. No mystery lurking beneath. Just a heap of eggs, slowly cooked on a pan.

This time, however, he's using chopsticks.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

There's a Jedi Master out by the lake again. She's currently laying on her back, staring up at the starry sky.

Too many stars. She can't even pretend to find her own.

That depressed her considerably.

Come and chat with her!

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard's at the usual table, drinking the usual drink.

His wife and daughter are out for a nice day in London.

Here's hoping they had a good time!

Yep.

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

Smeagol is outside, working on his house. He's putting in a window today. Because he can.

He appears to be in a good mood, or, at the very least, not a horrible one.

A sheet of glass is hovering in the air in front of him, and he draws a finger across it, cutting it into windowpanes. The pieces hover where he leaves them, and he touches one experimentally. The glass warps and rainbows are thrown out from the developing facets.

Ooh. Pretty.

He moves it aside for future use, and starts in on another pane.

Current Mood: busy

capt_angie

The door opens and Angelina walks into the bar wearing a Holyhead Harpies replica Quidditch kit and carrying her broom over her shoulder. Her hair is windswept and her cheeks flushed red, and she's even slightly damp as it's been raining a little bit. Three guesses as to what she's been doing and the first two don't count.

She crosses the room to the bar and sits on a stool, leaning her broom against the bar. She orders a hamburger and chips and a foaming mug of butterbeer, and- for some reason-a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill. Between taking bites of her burger and sips of her drink, she starts doodling on the parchment. Come and say hi or ask her what she's drawing.

[ooc: I've got a killer sore throat and cough and I've lost my voice! Would really appreciate conversation to take my mind of it.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Dammitdammitdammit...

There's several thoughts going through Sheppard's head as he quickly moves around the corner, but that phrase perhaps sums up his general mindset the best. But as he turns the corner, giving one last look behind him, he hears a creak, and feels something move and give way.

Wraith hiveships don't have doors; he knows that much. Which means...

"Milliways!"

Sheppard turns back around, aiming to go back the way he came-but there's no door. With a curse, he pounds a fist against where the door should be, then glances to his gun, considering. He's just about desperate enough to try it, but he holds back. For now, anyway.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in the bar, playing with the kitten in front of the fire. Every now and again he sips cool lemonade from a nearby table.
Come and say hi. Especially if you are a cat or an owner of a cat, but he will happily talk to anyone.

young_tmriddle

*Tom walks into the bar. It's been a while.*

boundxkitty

There's an Elizabeth shaped wereleopard in the bar. She's curled up on a couch near the fireplace, a run and coke on the table near her. She's not drinking much of it, as she's been writting in a notebook since she's sat down. What she's writting? Just some thoughts of her impression here at Milliways. Nothing real important, though isn't not likely to show it to anyone.

Come talk to her.

loveinalocket.livejournal.com

There's a pale girl standing near a table looking lost. Maybe you know her? Maybe not. Either way, Shiori is in the bar, looking for all the world as if she never left. And who's to say if she did? She certainly does look a little dusty.

diehard_daniel

Daniel is once again in the bar.
It certainly has been a while.
He's in a booth.
In the corner.
Observing people.

OOC: Be kind...this is Daniel's new mun...and I am still catching up on Millicanon...

creator_raven

Raven has perched himself lightly in a booth, looking oddly like he is waiting to move.

He isn't, but he looks it. Perhaps it's his restlessness acting up again. Worse than arthritis, that is. Yes.

He is also eating cookies. With hot chocolate.

You can share, if you like. He always has more than one clean cup.

un_fallen

Raguel is back at the booth he was in the other night, running his fingers along the seat. He seems to have lost something.

Three guesses what!

Current Mood: frustrated

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is at the Bar. He looks somewhat irritated -- Bar is refusing to cough up any booze for him apparently until he has something with actual nutritional value. He's moodily nursing a mug of dark broth. Its scent would probably baffle any of the more modern patrons, but those from a more Medieval setting like him might recognize the smell as bear fat and juniper and onion.

Highland comfort food.

Current Mood: blah

leplusbeau

Catch me if you've heard this one. So, this hot blond comes into a bar...

Fleur sways in and pushes her sunglasses up. It has been a while.

"'ello, bar."

And she bounds off into the crowd. Or she got caught at the door. Who knows! Only millitime will tell.

in-it.livejournal.com

Woobie inna bar!

He looked quite pleased with himself, as well. Could be that he just got engaged this week, and was still a bit high from it. Could be that he was just being himself. Hard to tell, really.

Andrew stepped up to the bar and ordered himself a Heineken with a loving pat before turning to see who was around. Old faces? Some. New faces? Certainly.

Come tell him your troubles. He likes to talk and give advice. Just don't expect it always to be the best kind.

ariseinmight

Melkor is in the bar.

This is not to say that he walks into the bar or comes in from upstairs or from out back -- he wishes to be in the bar, and so he simply is.

He's really developed a liking for the paradoxes. Which is why he has a large plate of them and a bottle of a very good red wine.

He... kind of looks like Jesus, apparently. Except for the eyes, which are completely black, reflecting only the Void.

Come and talk to him, won't you?

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

Ooh look cute Korean drummer girl just walked into the bar. Come over and say hi...

* warning- drum sticks can be used as weapons*

emrys-lost.livejournal.com

[OOM: Someone's plotting something for Merlin.]

Merlin steps quikcly through the front door, and closes the door behind. As he turns around he seems to notice his surroundings for the first time, and he groans softly to himself. He turns, as if to leave, and smacks into a wall.

He steps back, and looks at it in confusion. Yes, he's quite sure there was a door there just a moment ago. There had to have been, or he wouldn't have been able to come in.

Sudden incite causes him to groan again, and lean against the wall for support. Just his luck that this would happen.

"Well, at least I'm fairly sure I'm not dead."

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake, the Master Shark is circling.

His fin breaks the surface, gleaming in the moonlight.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is in his booth.
Inspired by his mun, he is eating Greek tonight.
Roast lamb, spanakopita, dolmathes and rice pilaf, with pistachio baklava for dessert.
Come say hello!
Greek food is love!

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Millitimed to after this conversation with his (future) mother, Mordred is at the Bar.

Attempting to get very, very drunk.

He even appears to be succeeding. See, boys and girls? Practice does make perfect.

[ooc: Locked to Adam for the moment, will be unlocked shortly]

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

Photographer! In-bar photographer! In-bar photographer with camera! (Tho' not icon, as the mun has not been able to find a decent 1930's camera to icon. Nor, really, does she have icon space. *sadface*)

Watch out, Milliways, the Say True is here.

Liz bitches out Lt. Col. John Sheppard. Really.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow is at her usual booth, calmly reading and sipping from a cup of tea*

cywyllog

Cywyllog has not been down to the bar at all today. And then the need for tea became to great.

She is now curled up somewhere, probably on a couch in a quiet-ish corner. With tea.

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Anoia was at the bar once more, an array of objects spread across it, one or two of the usual combination kitchen implements, as well as a spanner, two trout flashlights and a pair of frilly underpants with garters attached.

She gnawed on a corkscrew as she looked them each over in turn, studying them intently. She's branching out it seems, finding other drawers to stick, and other things to stick them with.

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Bernard has given Kaylee permission to build a swing.

Accordingly, there is Kaylee at a table with a pad of paper. Sketching things out.

She's never built something from scratch like that before -- machines, sure, but not carpentry. Ought to be interesting.

...though she might be concentrating more on the colors she's going to paint it afterward than the actual plan itself at this point.

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Lore has a tall glass of hot chocolate on the table in front of him, which he inspects rather more than he drinks. He has decided to hold off on mischief for as long as it takes his brother to forget the little incident with Tahiri.

This leaves Lore very, very bored.

If anyone were to bother him, chances are he would be grateful. Not that he would admit it.

Current Mood: dull

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Adric had discovered that there was an outside to the bar, and was currently squelching around the edge of the lake in search of rocks to skip, or bugs to inspect and release, or really anything else that might be at the edge of the lake. Including people, if there are any around.

As much as he likes the bar, he misses the quiet, but he likes meeting people and learning things, so he's still a bit torn really as to where he wants to be, inside or out. But the lake reminds him of home, which is a good thing, so that's where he's staying for the time being.

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[ooc: Ein brings Julia what she's been waiting for.]

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Columbia comes downstairs and looks around for someone to talk to. She is bored.

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And there is a Magius, enjoying a late dinner, and studying a large tome, whose title, should it be seen and deciphered despite being in the once upon a time, late but not forgotten, language of Far Peluthian, would read as follows: A Guide To The Lesser Known Spells On Commuting Magical Abilities On Lesser Folk Than Us, in bright yellow and pink letters.

And so Magius eats and reads.

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Here's someone in the bar, where she hasn't been for some while.

You might not recognize her face, but oh, you don't need to. It's the scent of her as you pass by, the smell of it entraps you: she smells the way your love did, that night you first kissed.

She's smiling to herself.

[OOC: Um, ahaha, it's just come to my attention that I must wake up very early tomorrow for stuff that I forgot about. So please accept my plea for slowtime, if possible... or otherwise, we can just pick up things at a later date.][ooc: threads back in progress.]

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Working is nice, but distractions are fun, and working makes one hungry, so. One Smeagol, inna booth, next to a set of emptied dishes, continuing to experiment with glass.

He leans on the table with his elbows and a shard of glass floats between his open palms. It spins slowly, appears to go entirely liquid for a moment, and becomes a smooth glass ball that suddenly develops facets that scatter light around the booth. A slight twitch of the fingers and it's liquid again, swirling through many shapes in the space between his hands, animals, people, shapes there are no names for in written languages. He tells it to be beautiful, and it is. He smiles, suddenly childlike at his ability to create instead of destroy, something he hasn't done much of.

I can make something beautiful.

It is a wonderful concept.

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*There is a wereleopard curled up in a chair near the fire. He seems a lot more relaxed than he had been when he arrived, if not entirely comfortable yet. He is sipping a chocolate milkshake and people watching, in the passive way of one who is curious, but still working up the nerve to actually approach anyone. This is definitely an unfamiliar situation for him.

It doesn't seem like he'd mind company, though.*

Current Mood: curious

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Lujayne is on her second break from watching her holoshow marathon.

She also has a silly grin on her face as she's obviously thinking about something.

So she might be searching for someone, as she sits in her back booth.

Or she might not. You never know.

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[OOM: After Havelock's conversation with Flagg, he returns Jack's medallion and talks with Puck.

The following day, he also talks to Raven about it, who is rather stern, but generally pleasant.]

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Anthy's in an armchair, and humming cheerfully. Knitting does make her happy.

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Luthien likes the piano.

She's been acclimating to it - it's still new after all - for most of the day.

So much that she has now, well, fallen asleep curled up on the bench.

Wake her up. Or just watch her sleep. She may sing at you, if she's still in the mood.