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[gonna_live]

Kaylee is out back. There are lights illuminating her workspace.

Sawhorses, too.

Working with wood is a little new. But it's somehow satisfying.

The rasp of a saw can be heard every now and again from inside the bar.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Bianca is at the new white piano, playing something slow and almost sad. The tune itself, depending on how it's played, can be cheerful, beautiful, but now it is slow and slightly stumbling.

Slightly.

For all that, though, the expression on the little vampire's face is calm, if faintly discontent around her mouth.

It's been a long month.

Or two.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[OOC: Scribbled in Andrew's notebook, May 9, 2004.]

*The front door opens, with almost enough force to qualify as a slam.*

*Andrew steps in, his shoulders hunched, his face set in an expression of furious, desperate frustration.*

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark, holding Syfte's hand as well as a camera and two large bags, strides to the door and opens it. A blast of cold air greets them, as Mark wraps his arm around Syfte's waist and leads her out the door to a back alley on Avenue B.
Leap of faith, leap of faith...
The door closes behind them.

There's only us, there's only this, forget regret or life is yours to miss. No day but today.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is at a table, sipping coffee and staring at the door, rather intently. There's an open notebook in front of her, filled with unintelligible scribbles. Or doodles, maybe. It's a little hard to tell.

Feel free to ask.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[OOC: In which there is a Cortex conversation with Andronicus Crowley. Fulfills one's recommended daily allowance of sad demons and conflicted mechanics.]

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is walking thoughtfully by the lake. Perhaps pacing would be a more accurate term.

Every now and then he kicks a pebble into the water.


[Millitimed to after slowtimed OOM in Gorlim's journal, but before office thread with Ramon. Valar only please!]

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Having just defeated the Nefarious, diabolically, devilishly, -you get the point- evil and most terribly wicked Lord Licorice, our party of daring, bold, and intrepid children adventurers finds itself before the door of King Kandy's Kandy Kastle.

They look around at each other, nervously, one last time before throwing open the door. Suspicion is written in their faces. Except perhaps for Montparnasse, who is really just smirking, waiting for that reward he was promised. Oh, and there's Al, who is undoubtedly smiling brightly and hoping for more candy. ...But the rest are suspicious, definitely. After all, what surprises in this place have been pleasant?

And now, the door is thrown wide and through it can clearly be seen a large ornate hall, and servants bearing riches. . . .Milliway's Bar?!? The party, as a whole, reacts individually. From joy, to face palming. Oh yes, at least a couple are face palming.


"Oh thank goodness."

"I didn't think I'd ever be glad to see this place again. Where's my reward?"

"..."


[ooc: Home from candyland. The last of the OOMs should be finished tomorrow. This thread is only for return tags. Locked to plotters.]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

[WTF OOM: The Licorice Forest Currently slowtimed, but posted so the intrepid adventurers may return!]

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[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

And one Heero Yuy walks into the bar from the lake area, leading Duo in by the braid. The look on his face suggests that whatever's going on? He Means Business.

[OOC: Reactions to this are fine, but for the interest of time Heero is not stopping. To be noted!]

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[maxwellsdemon02]

[Not really OOM: In room 121. Duo tells Heero about Candyland, Oberon, and gives him a magic demonstration. Also, there is Cute.]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda enters the bar glowing. She is wearing a casual dress and boots (see icon) with a long jacket. She walks up to the bar and orders a light meal. She sits down and begins to eat and drink for she had brought the merry.

She looks like she is waiting for something but she wouldn't mind some company while she waits.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli has been busy in the forge these past few days. At the moment, he's at the bar, negotiating the contents of a proper breakfast.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank McCoy is at a table, eating breakfast and working on what looks like a rather odd-shaped laptop.

There are several other techno-looking devices laying on the table, as well as several empty cups and one full cup of coffee.

On occassion, he glances up and looks around, as if trying to spot someone.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Naraht wakes up in Johnny's room and comes to a realization.]

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Domestic Silliness (adult content)]
[Pre-Milliways: A Dream]

Nick wanders down looking a little shaken, but still better than before. His eyes, however, are a little odd...but you won't notice that unless you're looking as the faint gold band about the edges of his eyes is very thin. He's smiling, though, as he makes his way to the bar and orders breakfast.

Come say hi.

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[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

At the bar, Yugi is humming to himself--Change the World from one of his secretly favorite shows, under his breath--as he stirs his morning cocoa with what is almost certainly a peppermint stick. The small indulgences in life are often the best.

Judging by his smile, conversation would hardly be unwelcome.

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[undignified]

Look! At the Bar. It's a pilot-- and a puppy?

"Stoppit-- no, stay still-- how can y'be all hyper after being awake all night--?

Wes doesn't really do dogs. Been about twenty years since he's been near one for more than a few hours, after all.

"Bar? Can I get some food for this thing? I think that's what it wants..."

A tin appears.

"...yeah, I can't open that just now."

After a moment, the tin is replaced by a bowl of some appropriate dog food, and Wes puts the puppy down on the counter to eat its breakfast, then gets himself a cup of caf.

He's tired. Stupid Sam. Stupid puppy. Inyri'd better be happy when Wes finds her and passes it on.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

OOM. Faith is in a coma - again - and dreams a lot. Most threads unfinished.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar. He looks fine. Really.

...

From a distance, with the shadows trailing him like a comforting blanket. And he finds a booth (it is under a light. The light does not reach the table's top) to settle down in, along with a cup of tea and a small, white little girl-cat. Called Biancafiore. She's doing her best to turn green leather into green-and-white leather.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

The doors open, and Faith walks in.

But this is not the Faith you're looking for. This is a different Faith. A Faith dressed in rich scarlet robes, robes that some present will probably recognize as belonging to Antarian royalty, and with a circlet on her head that, for those who recognize it, pronounces her queen.

This is a blue Faith. A Future Faith.

A visibly pregnant Faith.

She's unaware of the time thing. Feel free to come boggle at her.

[OOC: By popular request. Have fun.]

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[poetperry.livejournal.com]

Neil was in his usual booth, books and notebooks sprawled out around him. He was working on algebra and history today by the look of the text he was working on the American Civil war.

Was being the operative word.

At the moment, he’s sitting; long legs tucked at coltish angles, rubbing his one arm with his other hand. The bruise wasn’t bad enough to send him looking for any sort of doctor but he could feel it and it brought back all sorts of different memories and thoughts and brooding seemed to be something that came easy for the lanky youth when he thought himself alone.

Poke him, if you like, he never minds company and always welcomes a chance to meet and talk to new people and of course if The Doctor would like to discuss history, that’s always a pleasure.

Narnia and the North

[the_seafarer]

[OOM: Through the Door is a (clearing) wide green meadow on top of a mountain. In which Susan meets Horses which speak back to her, Caspian speaks to someone from his distant past, a messianic Jesus-kitty is cryptic, and there is a comforting lack of Doom.]

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[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd was out working in the garden, happily busy with looking over the fruits and vegetables. There were few problems spots on the leaves in some areas, but for the most part, things were fine.

Now if only he didn't get too focused that he'd forget to take an occasional break and re-hydrate.

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[roswell_grey]

Beam of light...

funny sound effects...

Thor in his commander chair at a table in the bar.

Dude, he's like 2.5 feet tall... if he's not in the chair, he's hardly tall enough to reach the table... okay, not really, but he is WAY shorter than the bar. He's also kinda grey...




[ooc: slowtime is love... as mun has meeeeeeettttttttiiiinnnnggggssss and they are evil]

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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Watcher in the bar, with a cuppa and some late brekkies.
He's researching again, but he's also keep an expectant but troubled eye out for someone.

Depending on who you are, he'd welcome some company.

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Rivan King in the bar, sipping tea from a cup and noshing on some toast. His sword sits on the counter in its giant sheath, the Orb glowing faintly at him in an irregular rhythm that looks almost as if it might be communicating. Garion is nodding back to it, smiling every so often...so maybe that's just what it's doing.

Feel free to interrupt the cognizant blue stone. It has a tendency to babble anway.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

The bar, and breakfast, seemed rather too confining for her this morning, and so Anne Shirley is sitting out by the lake, watching the sun on the water, thoughtful, and maybe a little less exuberant than usual. Despite the icon she's only lightly tied her hair back this morning, and it floats in the breeze about her shoulders.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is resting in one of the booths. His eyes may or may not be closed, but his sign is up.

*NEW HERE? HAVE QUESTIONS? GO AHEAD AND ASK ME.*

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[kindred_spirit]

Gilbert Blythe is about to go out to the lake and look for Anne, as he does not see her in the bar. But catch him here, if you like, and introduce yourself. He's new, and he'd like to meet people.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

There is a booth that is occupied solely by a stack of tissues and bowls of soup. Somewhere behind the mountain of fluff and ceramics is a Tony looking as if he's been mauled by a virus. Thankfully, it's not a weaponized virus. There is a high probability that the Tony is asleep.

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

The mun sadly has no new canon for her Jedi Master yet, so she's still relatively okay. As far as she knows, Janson isn't corrupting her son right now, and Cilghal isn't testing today.

Good.

So she sits at a booth, datapad in hand, with two others stacked beside her and a pile of datacards beside her. File transfers. What fun.

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric was outside practicing once again, he was definitely getting better, slowly but surely, he was managing to hit his mark at least seven times of ten, of course he blames being dead on the loss of hand-eye coordination, but who wouldn't?

He'd probably like some company however, he likes meeting new people, and new people bringing food is even better.

( yadda yadda, the usual, about 20 minutes for lunch And now I'm back to work. Slowtime = teh happy, missed tags will be picked up when I return home)

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Dream is present in the bar, in so much as there is a representation of him which has been requested for plot.

Other threads are welcome.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

For the first time in over a week, Montparnasse wanders down the stairs from ...that place where he slept. He heads to the bar for a drink, then makes his way to a booth. As much as he hates this place, and as disgruntled as he was list night, to receive no reward for finding the King. Which will be finished soon, the mun promises.

He's almost glad to be back. At least glad to be away from the candy.
He's still got a bit of a headache but he's available for pestering. He'd rather appreciate some company that isn't ten years old.

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

It is early afternoon when a somewhat pale and very grumpy looking Illyria makes her way into the bar proper. Sometime between last night and right now, she's discovered that eating too much sentient candy makes one (or at least makes her) miserably ill. She's sitting in a corner booth at present. Come poke at her, but please to not be talking to her about candy. She looks rather green as it is, if anyone can tell under the blue.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Peter and Kitty in the House of Arch.]

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom is in the bar, looking for two individuals.

He is unaware the aforementioned individuals are plotting his doom. And he is not adverse to being interrupted in his search.

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[always-thirsty.livejournal.com]

Thomas trots in the door, looking pleased as punch. For once, he's somewhat dressed up in black dress slacks, a fine pressed shirt, and some sort of athletic jacket in gray. Mouse is not with him, but he looks well anyway. Looking around for anyone he might know, Thomas makes his way to a table and orders himself an ale and a steak.

He's hungry and had a pleasant surprise today.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie and Seth are playing the face game in a booth. Seth makes a face and then Charlie imitates it; or Charlie makes a face and Seth imitates it; and then they both laugh and laugh.

It's a very simple game and everybody wins.

(no subject)

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria is in the bar, with a sleeping Alex in a carrier on the table.

Company is welcome, as always.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael goes dreamwalking

The door opens and Michael strides in from the palace, in uniform. He doesn't look as stressed as he has since Faith was last in the bar.

He has reason to believe everything's going to be okay for her, after all. And he's looking for anyone who knows Faith, to share it.

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

We're well into cider season, these days, although of course that depends on where in what world you call home you're from.

The door cracks open, bringing a breeze straight from a cider mill regardless, and down at one end of the bar there's a blonde with a smile and a glass of cider, looking around.

Long time no see, Milliways.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth, drinking tea and reading the paper. He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

Bruised, bleeding or just plain bored? All conversation is welcome.

Entrance Post

[fallenbarbie.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Insanity Plea]

A slight blonde woman enters the bar. Marie's dressed in sweatpants (no tie) and a white t-shirt. She blinks and looks more than a little confused. No, this isn't the hallway at all.

She looks back at where she came in, but sees only a wall. She reaches out and touches the solid surface. There was a door. She thinks. She turns back to the bar and tries to size up the situation.

Can someone help her out?

[ooc: mun is running out, will be back later and answer any tags. Back!]

Waitress On Duty

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

A pretty, young lady in slacks and a 3/4 sleeve deep blue, scoop neck shirt walks down from upstairs, an marmalade kitten and a shiba-inu puppy of the same colours at her heels. The puppy is happily holding a chewtoy. The lady walks over to the bar, and picks up her tray, then turns to the bar, looking for anyone who might need help, food, or just friendly conversation.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in, she's in a bad mood but she needed a study break and someone friendly to talk to, so here she is.*

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

It's a Catherine, who I swear is completely innocent and virtuous and not plotting anyone's doom ever. At all.

(It's also a Nina, if so minded, sitting on the other side of the bar with a drink and a couple of books at hand. She could stand to be bothered, too.)


[ooc: All threads slowtimed until later tonight; will catch up to tags, promise! <3]

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[nita_callahan]

Nita's in the bar, for the first time in a week.

She's drinking her tea black today, and the remains of a salad sit next to her. Sugar is not to be thought of.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar, contemplating. The thought process is currently being made easier by a cigarette and a glass of scotch.

He'd welcome company. Well, maybe not welcome it, but greet it with friendly profanity and a smile.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank in the Bar.

He is still studiously reading a book on Criminal Scene Investigations and munching on a sandwhch. A plate with two more sandwhiches lays nearby, next to more books. Also nearby is his garden apron, showing signs that he was active out there today.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She's put it off long enough.

Ace is sitting in front of the fire, a pile of hand-written notes set to one side, a mug of cocoa in front of her, and a datapad in her lap.

Gotta write up a report.

Joy.

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[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

There'a quite thoughtful Gaspode at the bar. He's having a beer and reading a book. It's not about wolves this time. Well, some parts may be, if you can catch a glimpse of the cover, you can see that it reads "Behavioural sciences" and below this is the picture of a rat in a maze. He's quite concentrated, but a little distraction certainly won't hurt.

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

((OOC: The first British casualty list is published.))

Liz Imbrie is trying to calm down.

That's why she's got a drink. That's why the drink is gone. She's not drawing. Her hands are shaking a little too much for that, although if you mention that to her, she will Glare. And get snippy.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

After disposing of his bag full of snot rags, Tony approaches the bar with a face of constant misery. He scribbles down a note before the bar sends him packing with a tray full of orange juice, cans of soup, and that medicine he forgot to ask for.

The note is for ( Bernard Wrangle )

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's at a booth, feet up on the table, reading through a datapad on 'The one-hundred greatest comedic assassination attempts on the Supreme Chancellor." He really isn't all that amused by it, in fact, he looks a bit bored.

Come, bother him, he'll thank you for it in the long run.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Spike hovers by the door to the lake, looking around the bar. He's got his ever-present cigarette but no drink tonight; he's not in the mood.

He might go out and look at the stars. Every time he does that, he tries to put them together into recognizable patterns but he can't; they're not the constellations he grew up with. They're just dots of light in the sky: pretty shiny dots of light, but really, that's all they are. Just like a million other stars he's seen from a multitude of planets and asteroids and moons.

Maybe tonight he'll see something he recognizes, something that refutes that whole end-of-the-universe theory.

Probably not, though. It doesn't keep him from opening the door and stepping outside into the still-warm night air.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Blue, Pregnant Slayer Of The Future!

Still in a bar!

Aware, now, that it is future, and sitting in a booth, sipping chamomile tea.

Still available for One Night Only!

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

"Take a nap or something, Maxwell," says a slightly drunk Trillian as she pulls on her sweater.

... That's when she realizes it's Milliways on the other side of the door.

"Oh," observes Trillian. "I'll be back a little later then, I think."

Waving to two male forms which are presumably Max Evans and Teldaro the page, Trillian wanders into Milliways, goes to The Booth and sits.

Come bug her if you want.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Guess who's glaring at the door as if trying to make it burst into flames with just the power of his mind?

That'd be because it still won't open for him. Sawyer's bound, and he don't like it one bit. So, he's sitting in his booth, drinking and glaring.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Premonition tends to color your outlook.

Naraht had a dream last night. One that left an impression that something was coming to an end. She thinks the pathogen is finally gone, that it's time for her to return to her true form.

She had gone out to the lake one last time...one last swim before water becomes anathema to her again once more. Now she is in the bar with a glass of wine, waiting for Raven. Waiting for his confirmation of her premonition. Waiting for this bizarre but pleasurable sojourn to end.

Come and talk to her if you want. She'd like company.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk are at a booth with a deck of sabacc cards and M&Ms (in place of credit chips), attempting to play a game against each other.

By the looks of things, Zekk still hasn't learned how to beat Jaina in the game.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is outside, walking by the lake. She doesn't care that it's dark out, or that is rather chilly. She has some angry energy to work off, and this was the only thing she could think of.

Feel free to bother her. A muttering, angry Cywyllog really shouldn't scare anyone.

(no subject)

[yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com]

The rug in front of the fireplace is fast becoming his favorite few square feet of the bar. Perhaps it has something to do with the heat, or the warm tint the flames give everything nearby, but in any case, Yami is stretched out there on his back, arms folded behind his head, the firelight lining his skin in shades of gold. At first glance he might seem asleep, but his eyes are slitted open, glinting faintly crimson.

Yugi is there too, always, the living light of his soul draped warm over the pharaoh's thoughts. Disturb one or both at will.

(no subject)

[johnmerrickphd.livejournal.com]

I got Merrick approved! *does the happy dance of happyness* Huzzah! at the behest of the rest of the island players, or at least of renevatio here I go!

Merrick dropped a stack of files on his desk and put two fingers to his temples, cursing the ineptitude of colleagues at John Hopkins, his employees at the institute, and humanity in general.
Is it too much to ask to get a bloody rush put on things like this?

He still didn't have Six-Echo's scans back. If there was a clone flaw it meant undue time and money at the expense of the customer. And he had no desire to see Tom Lincoln again.
Ever, if I can help it..

He checked his watch.
4:30.

He shook his head and sat down heavily at his desk. He'd been drinking alot lately, Six-Echo was the least of his worries...
"To Hell with it."

He had a spare kitchenette in his office, sacrificing his free time in favor of the institute. Standing up, he stretched and fixed his collar before striding purposefully to the door beside the bookcase-
Door? Bookcase? And when did I have a spare kitchenette in my office when I can eat at the cafeteria...

He knew this institute, hell he designed this institute. And his office did not have a door here...
hesitantly, he grabbed the old-fashioned doorknob and pulled it open.

"Who the bloody hell built a bar in the-Where the..."
Merrick was a biologist first and foremost, but he had a feeling he might have to take a few physics classes...because this was physically impossible.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie wanders into the bar from outside once again. He looks a little weary, he didn't get much sleep last night. The bed was cold.


Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd was in the bar, his tawny hair towel-dried from the shower. He was dressed in a suit, and sitting at a table reading his reading material. It was currently A History of Homosexuality, but Kinsey's book was by him as well. He would glance up every so often as though he was expecting someone. A certain young actor.

(no subject)

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

Witch Baby has wandered downstairs again, finally, after spending an awfully long time holed up in her room eating peanut butter.

Really. Just peanut butter.

After asking the Bar for beer and being given a glass of orange juice instead, she makes her way to a table and takes a seat. She's looking around the bar a little anxiously - she might be looking for a good photograph.

Or maybe for some human interaction - it was getting pretty lonely upstairs.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

After Naraht's transformation, and working on her Sled, Hank McCoy comes back into the Bar, settles in and orders a drink.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a comfortable chair by the fire, reading a book on maternal bonding. It would appear that the Holby weather has been at its usual standard, as his hair and shoulders are soggy. A slightly damp kitten is also asleep on his knee drying, having gained a punk hairstyle.
His sign is on the table as before.

The doctor is in

He will happily talk to anyone who happens to be passing by.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Beer. Bar. Badge.
What else do you need?*

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria's sitting out by the lake. If you had the misfortune of speaking with a much grumpier and slightly sickly blue demon goddess earlier, she's feeling much better, the effects of the hellcandy having worn off considerably.

She's just sitting, staring out at the water. Maybe still dripping a bit from a recent swim, which has finally gotten all the candy out of her hair.

Come nudge her.

(no subject)

[sixth-son.livejournal.com]

The door opens on James Stanton, who blinks, a couple times, as he takes in the bar.

He looks rather surprised to be there, but not exactly disappointed.

(no subject)

[goodboyladdie.livejournal.com]

Over by the fire, restign his head on his paws and looking alert and friendly, is a dog.

Not a werewolf, not a talking dog, not a bright shiner, dark god or wizard pretending to be a dog,

But something even better than that: A WONDERDOG!.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is in the bar. He has a sign.

"WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I HAVE ANSWERS."

Come poke him.

(no subject)

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea Harman is seated at a booth with a bowl of water that smells suspiciously like roses and a huge book. Every time she turns a page, the book makes a satisfying crinkle. Come ask her why she is reading what looks like a book of complex spells. Or y'know talk in general, she's very sweet.

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

There's a Connor inna bar.

He's not brooding. Really. He's just staring into his cup of coffee. Nothing broody about that, right?

...right.

Come distract him.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle. Bar. Scotch. Oversized French novel.

Limited time only, because mun is sleepy.

(no subject)

[highking.livejournal.com]

Peter. Tea. Table. Natch.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She's curled up once again on the couch by the fireplace, hot chocolate close to hand and seeming content to watch people as they pass.

Susan's wearing a green, rose-patterned sweater. It's beginning to grow cooler out these days, say true.

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

Lucy.

Bar.

Tea.

'S'a thing.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael wanders aimlessly into the bar from the back corridor. He collapses onto a barstool and puts his head down on Bar.*

*A glass of milk appears. He gives his muffled thanks to Bar, but makes no move to drink.*

*Ugh.*

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a Vampire executioner in the bar.

She looks fairly miserable. Huddled up in her Booth, with a book next to her, and her laptop playing some music.

She's trying to forget lastnight.

She's even dressed for mourning. Black sweater, black jeans, boots.

Come shake her out of her funk.

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[lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com]

A Doberman puppy sits next to a booth where a little orange haired girl with a dirty white dress sits talking to a Female immunologist about everything from computers to why is the sky blue. The Doberman, who is named Triumph and is bored, watches them. Any or all of them would love the company, Allison is running out of reasons to tell edward that the sky is blue.

[ooc: out of laziness Edward and Dr Allison Cameron are sharing a booth and a thread. feel free to tag either or both, or pet the puppy .]

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR might be considered to be in two places tonight. His body-the Trans Am with the Out of Service sign stuck under the windshield wiper-is parked in his favorite corner, the scanner dark. But on the hood of the car is his mind-stuck in Bonnie's laptop. The rest of the bar is viewed through a small, while on the screen he plays Solitare. After a few moments, his attention turns to Bonnie, who's inside the car and working on his CPU.

"Do I want to know how it's going?"

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Dr. Mal is down in the bar, with coffee. He's looking confused as he pages through a thin, garishly bright orange book called Archive Fever, by Derrida. Malcolm has absolutely no idea why Bar gave him this book.

(Simple reason really: Mal's mun has to suffer, so now he does too.)


Feel free to distract him. Just, please, dear god, don't ask about the book....

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[jane_drew]

Jane Drew is at the bar, writing in her journal. Every so often, she sips her hot chocolate as she reads over what she has written, judging it. Then she continues writing, thoughtfully.

...is never certain. Closure is important, as last impressions are just as important as first. The way you are last seen is how you will be remembered, even if the one remembering doesn't realize it. Don't leave things undone. They will become regrets. You can regret the things you didn't do just as much as the things you did. I hope that...

Come break her train of thought.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

For Cuthbert, at least, it's been a quiet day. He hasn't talked to Alanna yet, but he's confident he'll see her this weekend, if not sooner.

So he's settled on the usual couch with the usual mug of coffee, watching the activity in the bar detachedly.

Late Happy Hour

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard wanders out.

Tony's indisposed, and he might as well be a barman once in a while.

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Specials are beers:

Pilsner Urquell
Corona
Sam Adams Oktoberfest

What'll you have?"

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mark's movie hits theatres]