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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's sitting in a booth with his tea, watching the people.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Charlie and Claire make-up, make-up some more, and then schmoop. With adult warnings for. . .99% of it. Millitimed to Sunday night.]

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman is at the bar, doing the crossword in the Times and slowly stirring a glass of lukewarm water with a swizzle stick. The swizzle stick is a sparkly blue, but the water in the glass is cloudy -- and an empty packet of headache powder is close at hand.

Either the crossword is very interesting, or he's putting off taking the powder. Either way, he's been stirring for a good couple of minutes by now.

OOM from Hell

[slayer_fray]

(Resonances through time)

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain has settled into an armchair by the fire, with coffee and cigarettes.

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[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Wham, bam, thank you ma'am mun, there was a Harper in the bar.

He looked a little edgy, and slightly morose, but he was a long ways better than before, even if he was still fearfully peering around the room for dark-eyed dark lords.

It was while peering that he spotted the karaoke machine.

"Hmm."

He went over and prodded at it a bit. It blinked on by itself, and a mechanical voice said: "YOU HAVE SELECTED 'JUST GOT PAID,' BY THE RAKES! HAVE A NICE DAY!"

And all of sudden, Harper was singing and dancing, against his will:

( Lying underneath the cover... )

Harper froze, mortally embarassed when the song was done, and slapped himself in the forehead.

"The universe hates me."

Then he turned on the karaoke machine, a murderous look on his face, and pulled out his nano-welder. It flicked on with a homicidal buzzing sound.

"I think you're broken--sick. Doctor Harper's gonna make it aaall better."

It was most likely a figment of the imagination of anyone looking, but it almost seemed as if the lights of the karaoke machine dimmed slightly, in a way that looked almost fearful.

Several Torturous, Loud, Clanging Minutes Full of Buzzing Noises and Sparks Later...

"That oughta do it."

He pressed a few buttons, and rather reluctantly the machine said, in a new, improved Bostonian accent, "You have selected 'A Pair of Brown Eyes,' by the Pogues, you evil bastard, have a crappy day."

It probably should be noted that the karaoke machine would still be evil to people. It was just scared of Harper now.

And sounded like Click and Clack, the Tappert Brothers, from "Car Talk."

Harper sang, happily, almost in tune: ( One summer evening drunk to hell )

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Dr. Malcolm Crowe slips quietly downstairs, for the first time in over a week. He walks over to the bar and orders his usual Glenmorangie.

The scotch immediately appears, but right next to it is a small desk calendar, with the day (in Millitime) circled. Malcolm blinks in surprise. He knew it had been more than a night, but...

He smiles, shakes his head, and offers a silent toast. It might be to Bar, but it might also be to someone else.

Anyway, feel free to say hi.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

After a much needed rest Amanda awakes to the sound of her stomach growling. As everyone must adventualy she dutifully obeys and transends the stairs to the bar. She orders some breakfast, a tray of fruits and toast arrive with some orange juice, she takes the tray to a booth and begins consuming the nurisment.

She seems in a pleasent enough mood so come and talk to her.

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[withamagicword]

Out back, around the lake, Billy Batson runs.

His mind is cluttered by everything that has been happening since he arrived at the Bar.

With a determination he doesn't feel, he drives himself to run. He has been doing this every morning lately, trying to exhaust himself and push his doubts and worries away.

His nightmares have receded but come back sometimes. And it just seems to get harder to sleep or to find something to do around here. And so he runs.

He had been in good shape before, but his lack of recent full out exercise is showing now as his muscles burn and his body protests this torture. And yet, he still runs, trying to push himself into a solution, trying to find a hope, a thought somewhere in the morning light. Thus far, only silence has answered his questions in his mind.

And so, tears running down his face, Billy runs.

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[gone_byebye]

After quite a lot of discussion with people yesterday about various things- mostly the Faith situation, but also jigsaw puzzles and the like- Ray went upstairs and more or less crashed. This was probably something of a surprise to Romana, but then again, you never really know.

Anyway, the point is that yesterday's caffeine wore off, Ray slept like a dead man, and now he's back in the bar. With his 'resistance is futile' t-shirt.

He's even awake.

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[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Gary wanders in the front door, the everpresent Andrei in his arms. Andrei is, for the moment, asleep but Gary doesn't seem to mind carrying him around. He finds a booth and sits, propping himself in the corner until he's comfortable. A wait rat ends up getting him some carbonated beverage or another and then he settles down with his sleeping godson to relax.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank wanders in from outside, looking somewhat spatterred with greenery, including a small piece that is hanging from one ear.

He heads upstairs and is gone for several minutes before reappearing looking freshly showered and more alive, but with that small piece of green stuff still hanging from one ear.

Having spent time arguing with hedges and shrubery, he is in for a little while to relax.

(ooc: real life steals me, but I will be back and will tag all tags thenBack!)

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack comes downstairs and leaves an envelope on the Bar. "This is for Bernard, dearest," he tells the Bar, and once it has disappeared he nods and sits by the fireplace, to read a book on arid climate gardening.

( Dear Bernard )

[ooc: play welcome but slowtime likely.]

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[kindred_spirit]

Gilbert Blythe comes downstairs and into the bar. He's got a vague idea of what's going on here, having had things explained to him by Anne, but Anne's explanation had been a little emotional and not necessarily complete.

So, please, come introduce yourself.

[ooc: tags likely to be slow and sporadic, but have at, if you like]

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's had an... interesting night and is responding in the usual manner. Coffee. And a seat at the bar.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne has been up and writing furiously in her room since early morning, but the call of tea and the posibility of friends downstairs has proved to much for her. She comes lightly down the stairs, holding a bunch of the flowers she had been arranging before. At the bar, she writes a little not on them: "For Amy."

And then, tea.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara inna bar. With an expression that comes only when one realizes that all of one's evil plans are actually working.

Bother at will.

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[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina inna bar. She looks a little better today, but still thoughtful and somewhat out of it. Feel free to bug her, though, she's in a mood for talking and her iced tea's not going anywhere.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar. With tea. Because some nights? You need tea.

Anyway, he's in the bar, he's got tea, he's got a book of Italian love songs propped up on his knees, and he's paying as little attention to his surroundings as your average rock.

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Wow, Adric outside before it's dark out?

Yep, right there, over by that fallen log, working on getting one of his knives out where it's jammed to the hilt. His aim was improving again slowly, being dead will play hell with the hand-eye coordination.

He wouldn't mind some help, or some lunch.

(you know me, can't stay away even when I've only got a few minutes. 20 left now I think and I'm gone, missed/slowtime tags will be picked up when I get home from work)

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[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

Nothing on earth--or any alternate universe or other world or different planet, either, as the case may be--can possibly be better than ice cream. Or so Yami's current love affair with the last remaining bite of it on his spoon indicates.

After a moment, he casts a narrow glance from side to side...then licks the bowl as well. He might have ice cream on his nose. This is probably not the most proper way for the living representation of Ra to behave, but Yugi is certainly giggling with delight in the back of his mind.

[ooc: Mun is leaving work now, and will return later this evening. :3 ]

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[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Pony-boy inna bar. He's got a bag chok full-o'-gadgets. He's on the lookout for Catherine and Holly (he's collecting quite the harem, isn't he?), but he'll chat with anyone!


[ooc: slowtime in effect until mun gets back from class.]

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe. Booth. Rifle being cleaned because he's been target-shooting again.

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[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is having breakfast, with Capi sitting on his shoulder playing with his hair.

He's been avoiding going outside for the last week or so. Autumn along with everything else has connotations of doom for the DT pups.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is sitting in a booth, with a traditional-type ink pen, signing documents.

He still isn't used to writing with it, and is making something of a mess. Good thing he can clean the ink up with his powers, really.

Interruptions are welcome.

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[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria's in the bar, feeding Alex from a bottle.

She always welcomes company.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"He needs a chest X-Ray ASAP but he should calm down now he's had morphine."

A man walks into a bar.

"Ouch."

Guppy blinks for a second, not having expected to be here at this exact point in time.

"Sorry Bar, wasn't looking where I was going. Can I have a cup of tea please?"

He takes the tea, thanks her, and takes a seat near the trilobite tank, dumping the pile of paperwork he was carrying on the table.

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[milliways_sawyer]

OOM: Sawyer works to get off the island.

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[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Ed woke up in her room and before patting her doggie or feeding her frog and jellyfish, she went to the closet. She opened it and saw the prettiest dress in the world. A girly dress that girls wear and she squealed. She put the girls dress on and was happy to see that it fit and there were ed sized shoes too. then she bounced downstairs look like a little lady. Please compliment her, she is very proud of her self.*

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Tangerine love and mystery... )

[Wednesday afternoon: Mike drops by the suite with a Box of Mystery, and proceeds to drive a slothful Indy crazy with it. Lilly doesn't help matters on several levels as she visits to deliver her news from the Dreaming. Reactions are mixed, as are the contents of the Box.]

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[syfte.livejournal.com]

What was that about Wiggin-Skywalkers not hiding that was mentioned earlier?

Syfte is, in fact, not hiding either. She's siting on a barstool with her 35mm, taking shots of whatever comes by.

Want to say hi? Get a photo taken? Ask what a camera is?

You've got your girl.

[Except for the part where her mun has to leave in 20 minutes, but will then return after approximately a half an hour. Here now!]

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[collects_ears]

George is sitting at a table, drinking tea and lost in his thoughts.

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[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

OOM: Strahan has been thinking and reading about cheetahs so much that they've invaded his dreams... I think he needs a study break.

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[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

There's a prince inna bar, although he probably won't admit to being one. And he's looking a little gloomy. Even occasionally muttering under his breath.

He always gets that way when someone explains there's an enormous amount of money to be made - if only he were from a different planet. *sigh*

Still, he's generally quite easy to cheer up, if you're so inclined.

Surly and surlier, or, they've come back to Milliways - our adorable pair of boarish earth-movers.

[teirnan.livejournal.com]

I am sorry liren but I must go now. The others will have to do in my stead, he'd said as he turned to leave Rhiannon, placing her in the custody of the five other lir he had gathered to serve as volunteers for Rhiannon's tutelage in the shapechange. My lir will be angry with me for leaving him alone for days at a stretch, and although I have no intentions of telling him what I do with you, my duty as lir is to him first.

Farewell.

---

Teirnan was sitting at a small fire outside his pavillion when Vaii the boar reappeared. His lir had been absent for five days now, and Teirnan was more than just a little upset at this sudden and unexpected desertion.

"So my faithful companion decides to return to his warrior's side," he said, clearly angry. "I can only wonder what would make him desert me before the prophecy has fulfilled itself."

Vaii was taken aback, his feelings hurt at this comment from Teirnan, but he kept that secret. Although it may please you to think so, you are not the only one I serve.

"Then who else do you serve besides me? It cannot be the gods who had demanded a goodly portion of your time, could it?" he spat out, and threw the stick he had used to stir the fire into the flames. "I cannot think of anything they would require of you now."

Vaii was stuck for an answer. Teirnan knew nothing about Rhiannon - or rather, what Rhiannon was doing out in the woods, but he did know that whatever Vaii was doing, the gods were not involved in any way. And he knew that the only way out would involve a lie of some sort. And lir do not lie. They withhold answers, but lir do not lie.

And Vaii stood a very strong chance as the first one ever to tell his warrior an untruth in the entire history of the Cheysuli race.

"Vaii why must you keep secrets from me? I am your lir! Your warrior!" Teirnan blurted out at last. "Am I not one you can confide in?"

A lir only tells his warrior that which the gods feel that warrior needs to know, he said, grateful at the opportunity presented. He would not have to lie to Teirnan after all. This answer would serve instead of an untruth. And this is not something I can answer at this time. When you are ready I will tell you.

And to punctuate this, he trotted off, back into the woods.

Leaving Teirnan behind to swear, then have a silent tantrum, before he ran off behind his animal companion, then resorted to lir-shape as a means to catch up with the other boar-

-at the bar at the end of the universe.

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

Observe the Chase, sitting idly at the bar, relaxing with a beer and re-reading "The Outsiders" for what really might be the eighty billionth time.

As ever, he is oblivious to any and all doom that might be surrounding him.

La la la.

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[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

When someone's been on the run and hiding out for a couple years, there aren't many things that give them a true rush, true thrill, without the accompanying feeling of imminent and very real danger. But when he opens the door and realizes he's made it back here again -- just like he promised Julia he would -- Gren smiles, but quietly.

Good.

(He's an understated person, always.)

But his eyes, blue and always aware, dart around from person to person: he's looking for her. His hand tightens around the ever-present saxophone case as he loosens his scarf and unbuttons his long jacket. If he can't find her here, he'll check her room.

No worries.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah is parked out by the lake, watching the water and feeling thoughtful. And slightly grumpy. The paths out here are getting thick with twigs and fallen leaves; before long, she's going to be stuck inside, a prisoner of her diminished mobility.

The ninjachair is good, but not that good.

Autumn is upon them, a melancholy season, and she's in the groove.

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie missed last week (and boy, he'd appreciate being told a monkey did his job), but he's back now.

Specials:

Sex on the Beach
Kiss-in-the-Dark
Tattoed Love Goddess

"Good evening, everybody. I'm your bartender, Eddie Dean. Welcome to Milliways."

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[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

There's an angel curled up in an armchair-- sans wings, because that would be painful-- reading 'Salem's Lot and sipping at a strawberry milkshake. Remiel doesn't seem to be very involved in it, and grimaces occasionally.

Perhaps Hope should not be reading Horror.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

And back from being outside, Svava is at a table, sorting though the science book she is still studying. There is a pile of autumn-hued leaves next to her that will end up being pressed in the pages of the book- at least the sections that she's read already. She is currently in a red sweater, dark indigo blue jeans, and boots, with her sword on one of the chairs next to her.

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[mogget_cat]

*Ohhhhhh there's a pretty kitty on the bar, on the bar,
Oh, there's a pretty kitty on the bar.
Doesn't matter who you are,
Or if you come from near or far,
Just come pet the pretty kitty on the bar.*

*Yrael in the house, yo.*

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's sitting at a booth, looking distinctly like somebody who wants to torment denizens of the bar stand on his head and juggle while singing the Corellian planetary anthem, but unfortunately has a hangover large enough to eat small civilisations and so really can't be bothered. He is however, eating raw coffee.

Come and bother him.

[And now the mun is off and probably won't be on again till tomorrow. So, if you tag, be prepared for lots of slowtime.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk are sitting at their booth, with datapads, papers, and that English-Aurebesh primer, completely unaware of any meetings between other members of their rather large family.

Instead, Jaina's clicking as she stares patiently at Zekk, who's scribbling something on a piece of paper. When he's done, she looks at it and shakes her head. "No, it's not-"

"Well, then-?" Zekk grabs the paper again, making a correction.

"Give it to us," she says, putting an end to their short conversation as she takes it back.

The mun's highly afraid they might go on like that for a while if someone doesn't provide a distraction.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is curled up in a booth with coffee and a book.
He'd asked Bar for something to read. She gave him what looks like some trashy romance novel. But it's something to read.

Hey, the title is the same as where he works!
Funny that...

[OOC: Mun has officially gone insane and is canon puncturing self out of sheer insanity. LKH muns, don't worry, it will not be brought up unless you ask me to. Thank you!]

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is busy replanting a rosebush by the water's edge; the air is crisp, and she's wrapped in a huge coat that makes her look about ten years old.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads in through the front door, her feet absently moving in a pattern that's not quite walking, and promptly trips over a chair.*

OOM from Hell

[slayer_fray]

(For what is Hell if you can't dream of Heaven?)

OOC: the obligatory Lilly-inna-dreaming OOM. Millitimed to last night. Warning for wierd giant ducky vibrators.]

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

He had put in another hard day of gardening, and harvesting fruits and vegetables. He had dropped the last baskets with the kitchen, and was able to stop upstairs to get cleaned up. So now, a somewhat relaxed Todd was in the bar tonight, dressed in a buttoned down blue shirt, and khaki trousers.
He stopped by the bar to order some food. Rosemary chicken with green beans and mashed potatoes. Some books also appeared for him. Sexual Behavior in the Human Male by Alfred Kinsey, and A Natural History of Homosexuality by Francis Mark Mondimore. He picked up the books curiously, and found a quiet booth to eat his meal and read.

Feel free to stop by and comment on his reading material.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down the stairs, pauses at the bar to order a glass of blood, and her eyes flick through the crowd, measuring who's around.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog inna bar, onna couch. With tea.

She'd be happy for some company.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is sulking tonight.

. . .

He'll deny it all.*

(no subject)

[not-caroline.livejournal.com]

It's a Coraline.

She's humming the little song Charlie wrote for her--Coraline, Coraline, tie her hair with purple twine--as she clambers up onto a stool.

She has pocket-money. That must mean it's time for ice cream.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri Forge is in the bar.

She has a datapad in front of her, and she's playing a game. A very old game, with X-Wings and TIE fighters and random meteors. It's very boring.

But it's better than nothing.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes down from the library and leaves a copy of 'Basic Herbology' magically translated into Latin with the bar. "Give that to Morgan, please," he says as the wood absorbs the book.

Then, he sits near the fireplace and looks around. People he knows, perhaps. Strahan might have finished waiting for the right moment to try a shape-shift. Or there might be even more new Dark Gods?

Or perhaps a certain faun on his lunch break?

(no subject)

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

God of Love in the bar, whistling a happy tune.

As he walks, he trails rose petals. Not in any mystical way - he's actually got a basket of them, and he's dropping them here and there as he walks. (Eat your heart out, Persephone!)

Looks like someone's a little in denial about autumn.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

Wash has a milkshake and you don't.

Nyah, nyah.

You could have a milkshake if you joined him, though.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the Bar, once again wearing her My Society Has No Nudity Taboo... t-shirt. She's trying some strange beverage involving drambrue...the other ingredients are unclear.

Have at.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

OOM: After this and this, Elaine wakes up.

Elaine has been looking for Ryan everywhere. And she's starting to get worried. She's never...not been able to find him before.

She's sitting at the shore of the lake, feeling and looking very lost and chewing on her fingernails.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is being acrobatic. Specifically, he's neatly cartwheeling in a empty space right beside the observation windows. And kindly not kicking anyone in the head. He's nice like that.

The end of the world acquires a whole new perspective when you look at it while spinning.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles had been in the magical library for most of the day, doing research. His rumbling stomach finally was loud enough to remind him that food is required for researching. Maybe a jelly with a cuppa. But when he arrived in the bar, he decided to obtain a proper meal.
It arrived, along with a pot of tea, and a cup. He moved the items in a few trips to a table, and pored over the notes he took as he ate and drank. The pages were filled with esoteric writings and symbols.

He's welcome to company however.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard inna bar.

Bet you haven't seen that kind of entrance post lately.

At the usual table. Tequila. Winterson. Wishing for Camus and a cigarette, to complete the picture, really.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is leaning casually against the bar, toying with a tin badge. He's tracing his spells, feeling out each one, and in general, checking up on those he considers his charges, making sure people are all right.

Come bother him.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

It's another quiet evening, or so it seems. Susan's taking advantage of this by sitting once again on the couch near the fireplace.

An elaborately woven necklace lies on the arm of the couch, and she's glancing at it from time to time, while slowly braiding straw. Susan appears to be trying to duplicate the weaving with her own braidwork.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank McCoy settles into a chair down by the Bar and munches on chocolate chip cookies.

There is a large plate filled with such cookies at his side and he is reading through a small stack of books on Criminal Scene Investigations.

On occasion he glances up and around the room as if looking for someone.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes down the stairs and stops in her tracks when she sees the scene by the door. It takes everything in her power not to rush over there but she can see he's being taken care of and she knows she'd only be in the way.

Still. She finds a booth in a dark corner where she can see everything and distractedly orders some tea from a passing waitrat. She doesn't drink it.

Or move, even, really.

But she watches.

Because she promised no one would hurt him while she was around and she's holding herself to that promise.

Even if she's the one who's hurt him. Especially if, maybe.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a Anita Blake inna bar. She's sitting with a book, once more the fate of the romanovs', and has a huge pile of chocolate next to her.

And a drink. Because like Alanna said..sometimes it's either get drunk or go crazy. But Anita's not good at getting drunk.

So come help her.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is at her usual booth, relaxing with a cup of tea. No kids around, but she'd be pleased to see any friends who might be around*

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

[Pre-Milliways: This ain't the Love Boat.]

The front door bursts open, and two bodies tumble in. If you happen to look out the door before it slams shut, you'd see a wall of water being held back by God knows what. If you then happened to look on the floor, you'd see a Jin lying on top of a Sawyer that is bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound in his left shoulder.

You'd also see a pistol lying on the floor not far from them.

Do the math however you see fit.

[OOC: Plot-locked for the moment. If you want in, ping me at sawyermun on AIM]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. Not an awful large surprise, but what might be odd is that she is having a rather animated conversatin with a man with dark brown hair, who, if you look at him in the right way almost looks like he could be Luke's brother. Come bug them.

[ooc: Valentine and Human!Artoo in one post, cause mun is lazy.]

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

At an out of the way booth, there are two men, sitting and laughing over large mugs of beer.
To handcrafted beers made in local breweries...
Mark is filming Biggs Darklighter regailing stories of childhood on Tatooine, and shenanegins at the Academy. Feel free to bug either of them. You might even get a glass of beer, as they're a bit drunk.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

The doctor is in

Guppy is by the fire, holding the little black kitten like a baby and letting one of his dark curls dangle down. The kitten is playing with it and purring loudly.
Have at.

(no subject)

[supersymmetry]

There is one Winnifred Burkle (real) in the bar, deeply absorbed in the scatter of papers in front of her. She is under new ownership by a new mun (guess!) and therefore is likely to treat her last visit to Milliways as an odd dream. That is to say, she will recall you if you remind her mun that you've met, but only vaguely.

You are also free to attempt to explain that there's a demoness walking around in her body, but don't expect her to understand you or think that you are sane.

Most importantly, have at!

(no subject)

[undignified]

If Wes had a shred of empathy for his mun, he'd be woeful, because she has no new X-wing canon and lost her glasses in the attempt to find it. But no. He doesn't care about that.

He's at the bar, with Whyren's and Oreos. (What? He's still allowed to like Oreos, even if they remind him of someone he wants to HURT VERY BADLY.)

Poke him.

With a stick.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

After the latest in a series of dreams Mal has had, he is in the bar.

Looking like he almost got sucked into space.

Rubbing his back slightly, he is looking for someone.

[plot locked say sorry.]

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: well, not really an OOM. A Barty-Susan thread, in the stables, that exploded in slowtime well after the thread got buried, hence this update. Starts off as you'd expect, they talk about Ravenscourt the thestral and how best to care for him.

Then a comment from Barty ("you won't have to put up with me for too long") and a direct reply from Susan ("We're not friends, and I can't see that we -- that we ever will be") trigger a conversation that reaches them both quite deeply. Susan stands up to the Death Eater and argues with him about his war; Barty shows how much he's changed and how much he hasn't.]