(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric had nearly worn himself out practicing, but at least his aim was right back to where it had been before he'd died, and perhaps a little bit better.

He'd worn himself out so thoroughly however, that he was currently asleep in a booth, head resting on his folded arms, he hadn't even stayed awake long enough to get himself dinner.

Someone should wake him up long enough to eat, then send him to bed. Really. Can't be good for him to sleep at that angle.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Amberite in the bar, being maudlin into his scotch.

Come break him out of his mope. The mun would appreciate it.

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: It's all getting to Henry.]

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was in the bar. He still had the book of Enochian magic, but there was also a book of binding rituals.
Also the Silmarillion, and a book on Sumerian rituals of binding as well.
There was also a bottle of scotch and a glass on the table. The bottle and the glass definitely look used.

Hmmm... dare you approach?

(no subject)

[gabriel_tam]

[From here.]

The front door opens.

The scene beyond, barely visible past the two figures in the door, is one only a few people would recognize -- those who are familiar with a certain area of Lavinia, in the year 2519.

With a quiet word to his companion, Gabriel Tam steps through the door and into Milliways, looking around for familiar faces. Two in particular.

The door remains open behind him.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: The Daily Prophet offices. Crowley. Raph. Daniel. Aren't you afraid, yet?]

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[Pre-Milliways: Late last night, and earlier this evening.]

The front door of Milliways slides open. A little triad enters: Kaylee, Simon, and River.

Simon's looking about warily. This is the first time he's come here because someone told him that maybe he should.

OOM:

[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

[OOM- Allison sits at home and ponders Milliways and other stuff.]

eyes with no face [open]

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

It'd been some time now that he'd spent in Milliways. It still made him a bit terrified of what could be, and what could become. Time did not pass, so they said, when you were in Milliways. The Question couldn't help but be concerned regardless. He had, completely by accident, abandoned his city.

This did not bode well for Hub by its own.

He was hungry. He was tired from sleepless nights. He was thirsty.

He did not mope. He did not whine. He did not share.

So the faceless man returned from the back, slouching more than usual, settling himself to the bar in silence. In thought. In consideration.

In fear.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cuthbert and Susan both have news to share, and the DT ninja woe comes in the night. Literally.]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Crowley's in the bar.

Not looking quite so tired as yesterday, or earlier today. Quite well-rested, in fact, and in something of a better mood.

He's reading the newspaper.

[OOC: Tags will be slow, as mun is... occupied. *shifty*]

(no subject)

[asylum-alice.livejournal.com]

One is never certain one has made enough friends, is one? So here she is, trying yet again to make more friends. The kitchen knife in her hands probably hinders her in this goal a little, but then again, you might be surprised.

(no subject)

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

They don't have Sundays where Lando is from. But he knows that quiet mornings are to be cherished anyway. So he sits near the observation window, not hearing the mad rush of Alliance X-wing pilots on patrol, not hearing the endless drone of the intercom system, not even hearing the usual hum of the Bar on the busy afternoon.

He looks out into the collapsing universe, and lets the calm wash over him...

Lord, it can get dull fast. Maybe someone will talk to him?

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

There's a Jedi in a booth with some breakfast (waffles with strawberries, yum) wearing a long, sand-colored skirt and a T-shirt with a bantha on it.

Tahiri's not usually much for Earth clothes, but after meeting someone else from Tatooine last night the bantha makes her feel a little less homesick.

Come bother her? She might even share her waffles.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

And Random is in the bar.

Looking rather sleepy, but on the whole, much better than last night.

Because things are looking up where a certain Drug Lord is concerned.

Come wonder what he's smiling about. He might even be prompted to tell you.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

One her tea does its work, and she's sufficiently awake to walk in a straight line and not say anything terrifically stupid on accident, Ace heads outside for a little work on the TARDIS. She can't quite figure out why it's persisting to look like a twisted, bombed-out shed. She's rather determined to get to the bottom of this, since the shed look is definitely not one she wants to keep around for any longer. So she's circling the shed that most decidedly isn't a shed, an odd-looking scanner whirring away in her hands.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Curled up on a couch is Cywyllog, head resting on the arm. She looks tired and is distracting herself from her hangover by people watching and ignoring the cup of tea in her hands. Still, she wouldn't be adverse to some company.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara Jade-Skywalker is in the bar, reading the holonews from this morning. The Galactic Daily, as it's called now. No more Coruscant Hourly.

Coruscant died. Many people and places died.

Yeah, she's in a depressive state.

The drink sitting beside her is floating, as is the salt shaker and the pepper.

Hey! Just 'cause she's bound and without her lightsabre, doesn't mean she can't still practise mind control.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar, looking somewhere between nervous and excited. Tonight (not tomorrow, despite what the player has been saying all week: oops) is the music duel between him and Yrael.

Which is why he has a flute, his lyranthe, the ocarina Raven (the girl) gave him, and his larger harp.

Come talk with him?

((Note: The "duel" thread later is a transparent attempt to get people to party, much like the lake parties have been. Only inside, with music. Everyone is invited. Into this post and that one.))

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[syfte.livejournal.com]

Syfte Wiggin-Skywalker.

At a booth.

With a bunch of plates.

... the photography kind of plates, not the sort you eat off of.

She's editing, as one can tell because she's also got a bottle of screen filler and a paintbrush.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact that the mun's in the middle of reading their new canon, Jaina and Zekk are in the bar, sitting at a booth next to each other. Jaina's wearing jeans and the Bughugger shirt again. There's two plates of nerfburgers and something - fries - that they don't recognize.

And two cups of membrosia that appeared when they ordered their meal. Two cups that both Joiners are staring at, with regret in their eyes.

A distraction right now would possibly be a very good thing.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Slayer inna bar, with a cup of coffee in her hands and her Security badge clipped to her shirt.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Eddie and Susannah: Afterglow]

(no subject)

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

In the bar, on the couch, is Fenchurch.

With her is Kenna -- a Doberman pinscher -- who has grown a bit since he was last downstairs. You may have seen him out on the lake with Arthur or Fenchurch or Samantha, but since he was a tiny pup, he hasn't been downstairs much.

He's chewing on his Chibithotep.

Fenchurch is just reading.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Sweats and t-shirt and running shoes on, a jump rope draped casually over his shoulders, Spike walks in from the lake and stops at the bar for a glass of water. He's mid-workout, but the bottles of water he had with him are long gone because it's a nice day out there, a nice autumn-like day. Well, as much as he knows: all the weather where he grew up was engineered, but every now and then they faked a season like this.

It's too nice a day to waste. He stretches his neck from side to side, gently, and looks down at his hand on the water glass. Muscles flex and contract as he sets it down, empty, finished, done. He takes in a deep breath.

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[agirllost]

Kim's sitting in a booth with a notepad and a cookbook. She's trying to find dishes that Ryan would like for his going away dinner.

She takes a sip of her milkshake and wonders where Nita might be, as she hasn't seen her in a few days. She's determined not to worry, especially as she knows that two of the biggest threats are in the cells right now.

Feel free to bother her or give her some recipe ideas.

[ooc: Mun running out to see movie, bbl - Mun's back - everyone should go see Constant Gardener]

(no subject)

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

There's a young harpist in the bar. She looks a little bit like Trillian, and a little bit like Arthur Dent, and by some strange coincidence, a lot a bit like someone who was named Lyrae Addam.

Her name, however, isn't any of those.

But she has many she'd answer to, and has no problem with collecting a few more.

Wrapped in a patchwork cape, she finds herself a seat and plays.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[Post-Milliways. Warning for sexual content.]

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

OOM: In his room, Billy realizes he has made a mistake

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

There's a Magius at a booth, several large dusty books on the table in front of him.

There is a glass of Palanthian Red Wine somewhere on the table, but it is lost amongst the other papers scattered across the desk.

He is reading intently and sometimes scratching a few notes down on a once black piece of paper.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

See Garion.

See Ce'Nedra.

See Garion and Ce'Nedra walk down the stairs.

See Garion and Ce'Nedra walk behind the bar.

See Garion write specials on the board.

See Ce'Nedra shine the counter.

See Garion and Ce'Nedra bartend.

Bartend, Garion and Ce'Nedra, bartend!

[ooc: Garion-mun has a headache, and so Ce'Nedra-mun has decided to let her saintly qualities shine through and help me out. You might get one or the other or both if you tag in.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits outside by the lake with his guitar, practicing songs for the wedding next week.

All of them sound particularly melancholy today. He's trying to be cheerful. Really. He's just not succeeding.


[ooc: adult content within.]

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mark muses in his room. Whitetext from Rent canon lyrics.]

(no subject)

[major-graff.livejournal.com]

A certin man from Earth is walking around. He's confused, as no one has told him anything, and he has been attacked twice since coming here.

By now he's convinced that 'here' is real. Where is here though?

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Well, Giles already learned one lesson.
Never get drunk in a place like Milliways.
Never know who you're going to meet. and well, ahem! Right.
He's over his hangover at least, and trying to get his mind off recent events with some pleasure reading.
His idea of pleasure reading?
A book on Sumerian mythology.

Go and interrupt, he could use a distraction.
Just not certain kinds of distractions.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

[OOM in tres partes divisa est:

1. Lee and Mercutio get ready for Tony and Michelle's wedding, and there is flirting and making out and schmoopcute out the wazoo. Millitimed to the morning of Sunday the 18th.

2. Lee and Mercutio are having Serious Relationship Issues (tm). Lee confesses something he really shouldn't. Mercutio storms out. Millitimed to immediately after the wedding reception.

3. Relationship Issues Part Deux. Angst, inner turmoil, thinly-veiled accusations of cowardice, eventual forgiveness, and uneasy FTB. Millitimed to last night.

And all is pretty much right with the world.]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

There's a woman asleep on the lakeshore. Or she probably looks asleep to the untrained eye. Her hair is trailing over her face, ends swirling in the water an inch from her nose, bleeding the color of her hair from flame to blood. She's sprawled rather cat like along the sandy beach, one bare foot even immersed in water as well...

So yes, she looks asleep.

Unfortunately, Rachel doesn't sleep often, and never in such a relaxed state. This could perhaps be some arcane form of meditation, a calming excercise...

Never know unless you ask...

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara walks down the stairs and stops.

There is a door there. There, where there used to not be one.

She runs for the bar, giving Bar a letter she wrote for Valentine, and then turns back to face the door.

When she gets to it, she doesn't hesitate. She flings it wide open, and walks through and leaves.

Ah, she's so happy.

But she'll come by to visit soon.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht slept late today.

When she woke, it was with a groan as muscles abused in her first horse riding lesson started screaming "What in the seven hells were you thinking?!" in unison.

As a result, she's spent most of the day soaking in her room's tub. In water as hot as she could stand it. Finally, she feels she's fit for sentient company.

It's a rather stiff mermaid who is coming down the stairs looking for food and analgesics. Have at.

[OOC: Be advised there may be large gaps between replies. Sorry. :)]

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[gone_byebye]

A slightly screwdrivered-out Ghostbuster makes his way down the stairs and leans on the Bar with one hand.

"If I could have something in the way of dinner, please-"

It might be tofu. Could be tempeh. Hard to say, really, but it comes with rice and peas and stuff and he nods. "Thank you, Bar, I-"

And a tray of clay and a wedge-shaped stylus.

"Oh, come on!"

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

His wedding is six days away, and Grissom does not appear to be the least bit nervous.

In fact, he looks content.

That's probably due to the blood splatter analysis he is currently undertaking.

Feel free to be grossed out.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank comes downstairs and settles at the bar. He is carrying a pile of equipment and computer-type parts.

"Bar, a glass of red Zin and a chicken marsala dinner please."

And the food and drink appear.

"Thank you."

He begins to eat and fiddle with the equipment.

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

OOM: Billy's nightmares get worse and then he gets some help

(no subject)

[namo]

[OOM: Námo consults with his elder brother]

Námo has returned to the Bar. What? You did not see him leave? Well, he did. While it seems that only a few hours have passed in the Bar, it has been several weeks to him. He has come to some decisions, learned a few things from Manwë and Ulmo, and now returns seeking two individuals. He sits quietly at a table, two gifts sitting on the surface in front of him: one is small, wrapped in crimson paper, while the other looks about the size of a shoebox, wrapped in black paper.

He sips something he heard someone order before, a 'milk shake', and glances around the Bar.

Would you like to poke the pensive Vala?

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[OOM: Andrew tells Jonathan what's coming, and the two start making plans.]

Entry Post

[tris-chandler.livejournal.com]

The redhaired girl with the glass dragon on her shoulder blinks. These aren't her ship board quarters. This looks like a bar.

Hesitantly she takes a step forward, quieting Chime. If her hand is drifting towards her braids, only someone who knows her will understand the gesture. Don't worry, she won't zap you. Probably.

Someone care to explain what's going on?

And because I have bad timing, slowtimed please? My first entry EVER.

(no subject)

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

A striking redhead has returned to the bar.

Kate is currently sitting at a table, absently playing with a full glass and watching the crowds. If you can sense the undead, she would certainly be giving off those vibes. If you can't, well, she may seem too... perfect.

Come chat with the non-evil vampire.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

Lincoln has found a box with a Connect 4 set in it. Mostly he's not playing to win, more to fill up the tower with interesting combinations of reds and blacks and then dump them all out over his table when he's done. There are probably rules on the box, but he hasn't looked at them yet. There is, however, an open seat across from him, which he wouldn't mind having filled too.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Eddie sat at the bar, reading through a leatherbound book. He doesn't look pleased, but he has a soda and isn't as bad as he could be. Mostly, he seems contemplative, if not slightly worried.

(no subject)

[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix is in the bar, not really doing anything but sitting, and staring at the viewing window.

Two nights in a row. This must be a record for him.

(no subject)

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

Trickster, in a booth.

Spider, to give more of a detailed statement, is in a booth, in his usual human form.

But he's growing plants out of the tabletop, for his own amusement.

That was easy.

(no subject)

[ariseinmight]

As has been reported elsewhere, Melkor is in the bar, having enjoyed a series of more Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters than most sentient beings can comfortably comprehend.

The Vala, however, is unfazed. To him, they simply taste... rather fruity.

Better than the scumble he tried yesterday, at least.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman was in the bar, and looked to be going over a map, plotting something.
There was a makeup kit by him, and some books. Curses, haunted hospitals, and so on seemed to be the topics.
He also had some dinner, Chinese by the looks of it, and an iced tea.

Feel free to stop by.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the bar, at the Bar, ordering... a Buddha statue.

It's for Kyle, okay?

(no subject)

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria is in the bar, having some food while she holds Alex on her lap with the other arm.

Come say hi!

(no subject)

[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Lysistrata sits quietly in a booth, not horribly out of the way, and staring into the space across from her and absently rocking Elpida in her cradle with one foot. Her face, usually rather animate, is blank and lost, and her mug of tea hs gone stone cold. Yeah, she's angsting, like whoa.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door, looking vaguely tired, but cheerful.

There is coffee. There is a stool to sit on. The universe is, in general, a decent place.*

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR shoves the door leading to lake open, driving in and settling down in his preferred corner. His scanner is faded out today and moving sliggishly, and some quiet grumbling and cursing can occasionally be heard from the AI, if one is close enough. He attempts to back up a bit farther and only manages to back into a table, getting a nearby chair leg stuck between a rear tire and the rest of him. Cursing more loudly, he drives forward, making a racket as he tries to free himself of the chair.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

[OOM: One last time]

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, seated crosslegged in front of the fire.

He watches the flames, and occasionally takes a bite from an apple.

There are no cookies in sight.

There is, however, an empty plate with a few crumbs on it nearby.

This may be suspicious.

Come talk, he likes company.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar with dinner - rare steak, fries, and a piece of chocolate cake big enough to choke a horse, if one attempted to feed a horse chocolate.

She also has her Security badge out still, and a knife hanging from her waist.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Theres a Storm inna Bar!

The reddish werewolf comes moseying downstairs, bright eyed and bushy tailed. He trots in the general direction of the observations windows, and settles in to watch the show for a while.

(no subject)

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

They say the Bound, to become unBound, had to come upon a personal realization. Or perhaps they were forever stuck. Perhaps they needed a discovery, then they would be able to leave and go upon their own business, as per usual.

This was they say.

The Question naturally made his reappearance to the bar, away from his room, hunched over a drink he could not drink with his mask on. He didn't dare remove his facelessness.

But, as many were in Milliways, he open to be bothered again with his infinite patience.

(no subject)

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Peace, of a sort.]

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle, as ever, curled up on a couch attempting to work his way through a slightly battered paperback copy of Les Miserables.

He's not getting very far. Partially because the endless digressions about Waterloo and sewers are really getting on his nerves, and partially because his mind is on certain elements of other great literature at the moment.

(Translation: It's hard to pay attention to Jean Valjean when you're busy thinking about Mercutio.)

Distractions are more than welcome.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

Gaspode is in the bar. He's got yet another book about wolves with him. There's a steaming mug of coffee in front of him.

(Notvery original, this entrance post- it's a quick one for Puck)

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

Pretty girl smoking at the bar. In a slinky dress.

You know you wanna.

If you've highlighted for white text, that means you've been playing in the game too long. Take two shots and tell chat you're a rubber chicken.

(no subject)

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

1 (One) slightly jumpy, mirror-avoidant, very pregnant lady at a table.

With:

1/2 read book LifeBooks: Creating a Treasure for the Adopted Child (Paperback)

and:

1 (One) plate covered in various chocolates.

Mix and enjoy.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Ace and Raven search for a a free bit of sky)

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in an armchair near the fire, drinking a hot blackcurrent tea. He is better than last night, when he wasn't a happy chappy (Inflammation of the canon). But he's not particularly awake, which is nothing unusual.
He is playing with the kitten with a pom-pom on a string, but would much appreciate company. And he won't whine at them.

(no subject)

[lavender-cat.livejournal.com]

*There is a pretty werecat curled up in a chair by the fire. With chocolate. Hot chocolate this time, but still.

Apparently, Nathaniel has a sweet tooth.

He's people watching with a sort of passive interest, trying to guess people's origins. It's a futile game, but fun.

Come play with the kitty.*

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's staked out the usual corner of the usual couch. Tea, for a change, and french fries. He's starting a new book, obtained by the usual method of asking the bar for something interesting. It's in English, this time: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by a man named L. Frank Baum.

So far, the little girl has just been swept up by a great wind, and dropped in a country full of slow mutants, killing an evil witch thereby.

Alain is still figuring out whether he likes this story.

Tucked into the book as a bookmark is a note the bar produced with his food.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

After a long walk outside, Cuthbert comes in from the lake door, and, after a brief stop at the bar for coffee, ends up sitting near the fire.

A note comes along with the coffee, and his eyebrows go up briefly as he reads it, after which he smiles slightly and pockets it before settling on the usual couch.

There's a cigarette in one hand, and a rather un-ka-mai-like look on his face.

The days are getting shorter and cooler.


[ooc: Mun is slogging through work, so tags may be slow, but distraction is needed to preserve sanity.]

(no subject)

[prettymaids]

Well it's been a while, but Drusilla is sitting at the bar with a glass of warm blood. Pigs blood for those with a nose that will know. The second glass of blood on the bar would suggest that Dru is either very hungry, or that she's expecting someone.

Wether you're the one she's waiting for or not, she would love for you to come and say hello.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

[oom: Otter ward 43, A+E 2]

The bar would have been the last place he would have considered entering like this, had it not been that the pliars were stuck in a drawer that wouldn't open at home.

So...

One Abs, in a booth in the corner, in a labrador costume, which he is trying to free himself with with a pair of pliars whilst hoping that nobody is going to notice.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan spent the early morning riding. Long and fast, as far as she could, before turning and coming regretfully back. Milliways was not home, where she could ride and ride and not have reality loop her back to the door. Milliways was not home, but it was good enough.

For the moment.

After putting Epona back in her stall, the young witch had come back inside and vanished upstairs for an hour or so. Now, she’s back downstairs, with a couple books on a table and writing something on a piece of parchment as Arianrod watches and tastes the air with her forked tongue.

Morgan, it should be stated, is toying with the idea of alternate universes and paradoxes. Given her current physical state, it’s not surprising.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

And in the bar studiously ignoring his future mother, is a certain dead prince. He isn’t drunk, though.

Adam should be proud.

Or something.

So, what does Mordred do instead of drink and annoy people?

Carve. He’s getting very good at, too.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael is in the bar again.*

*Please hold your applause.*

*Settle down, settle down. He just wants a drink.*

*And maybe someone to talk with. Come on over.*

(no subject)

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

‘Zakath walks into the bar, head bowed in thought and wiping blood off his hands. He is wearing the same (or, if not the same, then one remarkably similar) plain white linen robe as before, all of the ivory buttons done up, but there are a couple splatters of blood on the fabric.
‘Zakath’s been carrying out his threat, too.
His expression, although somewhat thoughtful, is as polite and mild as ever…but it is probably best not to ask where the blood came from.
‘He’s been sending bits and pieces of assorted Murgos to Rak Goska for the edification of the Murgo King.

[ooc: white text from Belgarath the Sorcerer, by David Eddings]

(no subject)

[ladyfirestarter]

A woman in a casual grey pantsuit is standing just inside the front door, looking about her intently with a small puzzled frown.

After a moment of studying the crowded room, she raises her head and asks in a clear, carrying voice:

"Whose mind am I in?"



Charlene Roberta McGee -- Charlie, as her daddy used to call her -- has come to Milliways.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Vampire Executioner in the bar. She's sitting down at a booth, leaning back, lap top on the table next to her. There's a soda, and a small mini bottle of rum bext to it. Unopened.

She's watching the Bar, and occasionally whatever it is that is playing on the laptop.

Come say hi