Oct. 2nd, 2005

[identity profile] kings-guard.livejournal.com
The door flies open and a man enters backwards, obviously having been forced to retreat through an opening on his home world. He wears a uniform and there's a sword in his left hand. This would be cause for concern perhaps, if it weren't for the fact that he is quite obviously wounded - blood pours from a large wound in his right shoulder. His face is pale as a sheet and he's swaying ever so slightly, although his resolute expression should be enough to reassure that he won't fall without a fight.

The door shuts and he turns, obviously confused as to where his opponents have gone. His face turns even whiter and there's a curse muttered under his breath. It sounds like it might have been 'Zounds!' - but it's cut off when he falls to the floor, weakened by loss of blood.

Looks like he lost the fight. Anyway, Athos has found his way to Milliways. He may well appreciate a doctor, but a glass of water would help also.
[identity profile] truly-royal.livejournal.com
Sara is in the bar, today wearing a pretty pink dress and white stockings. She has Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in one hand. She sets it down on a barstool.

"May I have something nice to drink?" she asks the Bar. "Something cool tonight, please."

A virgin pina colada appears, with a pineapple slice and a pink paper umbrella and a fabulous pink squiggly straw. Sara takes a sip, and her eyes light up. Pineapple and coconut, cold and sweet - like something she tasted in India long ago.

"Thank you!" she says to Bar, and skips off with her book and her drink to read by the fire.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/
Oh look, there was a Ron in the bar. He was sitting at the bar, drinking a beer, and looking morose.

Why was he morose? Oh, only because he'd disappeared for a whole week, and the girl he really fancied (and if he was honest with himself: the girl he loved) hadn't been bothered to worry or even wonder where he'd been.

Ron sighed and sipped more beer, wishing that there was a certain bushy-haired someone there to reprimand him for drinking too much alcohol because it was bad for his epiglottis or something.
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[personal profile] namo
He has had many discussions this evening. Many distractions and revelations.

Now he seeks out the Man.

His keen blue eyes sweep the bar, narrowing as he glances at faces and bodies.
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[personal profile] undignified
Even though his mun will probably crash in a couple hours with caffeine meltdown-- pilot inna bar!

Wes, with an Ewok action figure. He may or may not be making it walk across your table and investigate your drink.

Your call.
[identity profile] forever-england.livejournal.com
James is in need of a drink.

Well, when isn't he? Damn alcoholic.

So, there we go. Spy, inna bar, with a martini. Have at.
[identity profile] samael-diablo.livejournal.com
Lucifer is sitting on a table sipping coffee.

No frills.

That's it.

Although this may or may not be a gratuitous OMG NEW SHINY ICONS post.
[identity profile] lastczarnian.livejournal.com
Fear.
My Dear.
Main Man is Here.

Your Own Risk, Have at.
[identity profile] empath-wiggin.livejournal.com
The front door flies open, and a woman comes in, in what some might recognize as a strange sorte of Galactic Senate regalia. In short? A long dress with flowing sleeves, muslin, with a green over-dress. She is in her mid-forties, long hair tied back in a hasty braid. She straightens as she comes in, as if she was expecting a cieling a bit lower than Milliways. "Padme Alanna Skywalker, when were you going to tell your mother that Milliways is in your closet?" She turns around, and is greeted by the door. "Well, that solves that. I guess I should have a drink now that I'm here." With that she goes off to the bar. Valentine Skywalker, age forty-two has returned to Milliways.
[identity profile] poetperry.livejournal.com
It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and rather then his ever present textbooks, Neil had gotten his hands on a bit of pleasure reading, if The Riverside Complete Shakespeare could be considered pleasure reading.

Well for an actor yes it could! Though actually he was studying some of the sonnets while nibbling on a BLT and drinking some lemonade.

Given his casual apperance and general demeanor it's obvious that he wouldn't mind being disturbed if anyone would like to come over and talk to the lanky young man.
[identity profile] magius-unlocked.livejournal.com
Magius stands near the lake out back, his hands extended outward, his eyes shining a deep purple. His hands are glowing a deep purple as well.

Several feet above his hands whirl glowing white globes.

He looks deep in concentration as he sends the globes through intricate dances, their movements accompanied by music.

He has been thinking a lot lately and so his thinking leads to action. After studying music and as much as he can on music magic, he is trying to learn more, by action.
[identity profile] prettyhelen.livejournal.com
Helen comes in from the lake, dog toy in hand, dog and kitten at her feet. She looks a bit chilly, but otherwise quite happy. Come say hi!
[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com
[there is a certain green-eyed, treason-inclined young lady in the bar]

[dressed in a short skirt]

[well, Delia has pretty legs, so it's not like it's an eyesore or anything]

[...of course, the book she's reading kinda spoils the image somewhat]
[identity profile] iwasalevel6.livejournal.com
This time, Tony is not surrounded by piles of tissues. He does have a box of tissues with him, and is drinking orange juice, and on occasion he does let out a cough or two, but he looks better than he has in days. In fact, he's so improved that he's gone back to reading one of his science fiction books by the fire. Go ahead and bother him, he'll try not to cough on you.

BARTENDING!

Oct. 2nd, 2005 01:27 pm
[identity profile] wellthrownstone.livejournal.com
He smiles as he walks over from his discussion with 'Zakath before slipping behind the bar. He's calm and happy as he starts writing and there's a smile on his face.
Drinks
Melcene Wine
Cherek Ale
Sendarian Mead
Food
Fresh greens with vinegar and oil
Beef broth vegetable soup
Icewater Spar with Wild Mushrooms
He grins easily and settles at the bar.

"What'll you have?"
[identity profile] witchy-rebel.livejournal.com
Out in the garden, there is a certain black-haired witch, humming to herself as she potters about. Bare feet, fingers covered in dirt - Morgan looks more like a herb-witch then a princess.
[identity profile] winged-eros.livejournal.com
With a red pen, Eros is sitting by the bar and doodling.

His subject matter appears to be primarily roses. Dozens of them, of all shapes and sizes. They fill the page in front of him. Apparently content, the love god is whistling to himself as he draws.

The drawings aren't very good.
[identity profile] faithful-slayer.livejournal.com
[OOM: After a night of babysitting, Faith returns Alex to his parents, jokes with Maria, and ogles appreciates Michael's pecs.]
[identity profile] astro-droid.livejournal.com
At the bar, lounging lazily, is an ex-droid. He's taking in all of the sights around him, wearing a t-shirt that declares: Sith Happens Who the frell knows where he got that one. Feel free to laugh.
[identity profile] like-father.livejournal.com
There's a Harper in the bar, and although it's a redhead, it's not one charming Roy Harper. Instead, it's his daughter from the future, Lian. Not to say that she hasn't been around -- she just hasn't been that social lately. Not that she was feeling broody or anything -- she wasn't a Bat -- but she hadn't been feeling well, and she certainly hadn't wanted to spread whatever she had around.

But now she was sitting at the bar, inspecting an arrow that the bar had given her. She usually made her own, but when she had asked this time, the bar had given her this arrow. It looked like some sort of trick arrow -- she just didn't know what. She poked at it cautiously with one gloved hand, wondering what it was supposed to do.

When she flicked it light with her finger, it happened.

Lian was suddenly covered in...glitter. Copious amounts of it, to be exact.

Blinking, she looked down at the arrow that had exploded. Well, it seemed that the bar was enjoying a joke. She shook her head, laughing slightly as she tried to brush the glitter off of herself.

Come ask why she was covered in glitter! Or try to steal some. Or compliment on her shinyness.
[identity profile] gorlim.livejournal.com
Gorlim is in the bar with a 5-day-old infant on his lap. He's looking after her while her mum takes a nap up in their room. He's also looking for a certain card-casting Amberite, but he'd be more than happy to talk to anyone who wanders by. In fact, he probably WILL talk to anyone who wanders by whether they like it or not. Because he has a baby!!!! He feels this is information everybody ought to know.
[identity profile] underwater-owl.livejournal.com
Random is in the bar.



He looks vaguely dazed.

That is all.
[personal profile] prydeful
She hasn't been in bar for two weeks, not really.

It's possible that she's been avoiding it. And people. Mostly people.

Actually, she's avoiding most people, would be a more correct way to put it.

That aside, Kitty doesn't look bad, as she settles in a booth.

A little frustrated. A little tired. A little uncomfortable.

But not really bad.

Though a lot bored.
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[personal profile] the_antiangst
Something approaching an unholy racket, out by the lake.
Angel's getting in one last round of practice before it's really too cool outside to bother.
[identity profile] notsoyoung.livejournal.com
[OOM: David takes Amadeo and Richard to Talbot Manor. Millitimed to Friday past.]
[identity profile] watcher-g-man.livejournal.com
Watcher.

In Bar.

Lots of books, some scotch again.

Cuppa too.

Have at.
[identity profile] princess-entipy.livejournal.com
She's cute, she's blond and she looks nothing like her brother. In short, Entipy has a new hair color and she is giddy. Come talk to her, unless you plan to stop making her giddy.
[identity profile] devils-dandy.livejournal.com
Montparnasse has been in the bar for a little while at least. Really he has. You might be able to tell this because his drink is half finished despite the fact that he's drinking it rather slowly.

He's still pensive, but it's no longer so outwardly apparent. Today he's just exceedingly calm and staring blankly at the observation window. Occasionally he looks up from the booth, away from the window, and glances around the bar.

He may be looking for someone or for a distraction. Perhaps he's bored or just wary, but whatever the reason, come bother him and give him what he's looking for.
[identity profile] teh-data-fork.livejournal.com
Adam lounging at the bar with pizza, reading what appears to be some sort of computer manual as if it were a novel.

Come distract him! He's...okay, maybe not friendly, but he doesn't bite!
[identity profile] farmboyrebel.livejournal.com
And look. Biggs is at the bar, drinking a lum. He might be looking for a certain pilot, he might just be loungeing. The world will never know.
[identity profile] singlesoledjest.livejournal.com
Mercutio is on his stomach in front of the fire, head propped on his hands and chewing a piece of grass. His eyes are closed.
[identity profile] stuck-mynock.livejournal.com
Atton's out by the lake, and from the way he's glaring at an irritatingly smug looking tree, he's probably brooding. Besides him are two lamenting socks, singing mournful songs in high, squeaky tones. These songs have no words, because socks can't speak. Every so often, Atton's patience snaps and he tries to attack the socks.

They are, it seems, very skilled at dodging.
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[personal profile] agirllost
Kim's wearing her gardening apron and mowing the lawn near the lake door. It was either mow or think more about the past few days and mowing won. It's hard to think with the constant noise and the actual labor part.

As she pushes the lawn mower over the grass she tries her best to concentrate on the work.

Feel free to interrupt her but if you're one of a few people she might break on you.

[identity profile] jedipilot.livejournal.com
Jaina and Zekk are sitting at their booth, a duffel bag on the ground in front of them. It's rather empty considering the fact that they're planning to return to Ossus as soon as they finish their meal, and aren't sure when they'll be back. Looks like Mara managed to get through to the Jedi.

Fiddling with a comlink in her hands, Jaina slowly picks at her nerf steak while Zekk devours his. She's feeling reluctant about leaving, but she's finally realized she can't hide here forever.

And honestly, neither of them want to.

Anyone want to say goodbye to the Joiner Jedi?
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[personal profile] velocitygirl
Inyri's at a back booth, sitting making faces at Wynssa the puppy.

A glases of Whyren's, a plate of crackers, and a bowl of dog food, litter the table as Inyri reads the holonews from Coruscant, still making faces at puppy.

Come and chat to her, or! pet the puppy!
[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
[OOM: Room 75 : Dated to this last Thursday, before Duo leaves back to his world.
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[personal profile] cywyllog
Cywyllog is in the bar, sitting at a table, people watching. She also has her usual tea and unusual stew, which she's actually eating. She'd probably appreciate a distration. It would give her an excuse to ignore her food.
[identity profile] hope-halo.livejournal.com
There's an angel of hope flopped happily at a table. He probably thinks it looks silly, but it looks like that very delicate balance between graceful and silly. Possibly.

Remiel missed that drinking game business, last night, and this is probably a good thing.

For now, he flops, and drinks lemonade. Have at.
[identity profile] muddy-mutt.livejournal.com
There's a little dog in the bar. He doesn't look very happy. Sandwiches might help, but he's not certain enough to dare trying.
[identity profile] herbal-waitress.livejournal.com
Maria and Michael emerge from the staff quarters, and head towards the front door, since it's time for Michael to head back to the palace and his work. She kisses him goodbye before he steps through, then turns to look for a table.

One found, she sits contentedly and hums to her sleepy son.
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[personal profile] mistressmaryquitecontrary
There's a small girl in a nightdress the now near-empty greenhouse, out back.

It's dark, but she has a candle, and a spade, and several small packets of seeds.

Tomorrow is a big day for Mary Lennox, and she could not sleep; and so she is gardening.
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[personal profile] gone_byebye
Ray might well be seen in the bar, but that depends. He's holed up behind an awful lot of books just at the moment, most of which seem to be either on the Sumerian language, or about ritual magic, or both.

[Mun has a relatively limited amount of time ATM but will be on again later tonight, most likely.]
[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com
[OOM: Room 75. The Demon in the Bottle.]

Down the stairs from the guest rooms, Wellard catches himself with the bannister on the bottom from a stumble. A deep breath as he straightens with a gritted-teeth wince. He is pale- well, more so than usual. (Months at sea did not even darken his complexion.) Shaking, he sinks into a seat at a booth, head in his hands.

Ivan the wait rat comes by, and just sits silently there until Wellard makes a muffled request for tea. He is not about to try anything else at the moment.
[identity profile] fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com
Gimli, having spent most of the day at his forge, enters the Bar with the smell and smudges of fire still on him. This does not seem to bother him as he approaches the bar and comes away with a tankard of ale, a sizable portion of roasted meat and root vegetables, four slender bits of wood, and a ball of spotted grey... erm... wool.

[Mun's got dinner in about an hour, maybe less, but will try to be on later.]
[identity profile] drumbaby.livejournal.com
Witch Baby's in the bar, drinking orange juice again. It's not as good as the fresh stuff they make at home, but it's okay. Kinda nice to have something that's not totally healthy and organic, something with added sugar. Mmm.

She's got the flash off on her camera, and is trying to subtly take photos of people as they talk, drink, etc., but she'd like to meet some people. Her last conversation kinda piqued her interest in the denizens of Milliways.
[identity profile] just-a-soldier.livejournal.com
Aeryn is in the bar. Not in her usual spot with a Ras'lak though. She is curled up by the fire on a large comfy chair staring out into space. It's probably best not to ask her what she's thinking about, or why she left her pulse pistol in her room today. However, she could use some fun, or any distraction, come tell her your problems.
[identity profile] asar-suti.livejournal.com
There's a violet deity in the bar, as so often.

Asar-Suti had a good, productive early day in the garden so far, and is now sitting by the fireplace, trilobites fed and coffee at hand, and reading a book.

It's about Sherlock Holmes, but not by the original author; in that book, he is old. And married. How odd.

Nice story, though.
[identity profile] pee-jee.livejournal.com
Well, look who that is.

PeeJee's in the bar, and someone has seen fit to give her a Birthday Girl shirt. And apparently, more than one Birthday Girl drink, as she's wobbling just a bit-- just drunk enough to find things a little funnier.

She's carrying a shopping bag, too. Granted, this is probably not important to most people. But it's there, regardless.

((Mun is out of practice. Please be gentle with me.))
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[personal profile] nita_callahan
Nita at the bar!

To her surprise, the door was unlocked. Still is.

She'll be leaving tomorrow -- come talk to her before she does.
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[personal profile] bloodyrockgod
Is Charlie. No guitar tonight--his fingers are still recovering. But he is writing in one of his notebooks, and stopping sometimes to watch the evening crowd.

He has tea. And, perhaps taking a cue from Raven, the plate of cookies is for sharing.
[identity profile] emersonson.livejournal.com
The number of archaeologists in the bar has just gone up by one.

And he doesn't seem terribly pleased about it.

Doesn't seem displeased, either. He's definitely in stone pharaoh mode tonight.

Might have something to do with his lady love wanting to stay here rather than go home

Anyway, Ramses, at the bar, munching on ... perhaps it's best not to identify that as anything beyond 'roast meat and lentils', studying some papers he got from the Bar.
[identity profile] doc-venkman.livejournal.com
Venkman's out back. He had been working on his training routine, the remotes lay still near him.

He was now meditating, so anybody sensitive to psychokinetic energy, yeah, he's glowing like a PKE nightlight.

Feel free to stop by anyway, even it's just comment on glowyVenkman.
[identity profile] forsaken-bard.livejournal.com
A young child sits playing rather beautifully on the harp.

Yes, this is all he does. It makes his mother happy.

Come talk with him.
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[personal profile] the_seafarer
Caspian.

Bar.

Tea.

It's not just a Pevensie thing.
[identity profile] timsbooks.livejournal.com
Tim is there, at his table. Sign up. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I BE OF SERVICE?"

But besides that, he seems to be running some form of simulation. On the table in front of him are several dozen Tim Hunter Action Figured. Yes, they're the ones DC made, he got them from the bar. He also has what looks like a Mini worm hole stationed in the center of the table. He keeps enchanting the action figures, hten sending them through the wormhole. Someone might be curious why.
[identity profile] chalky-rider.livejournal.com
A boy - early twenties, you'd think, if you notice him long enough to judge it - walks into a bar. You'd think it was the beginning of a joke, only no one follows, just yet. He looks almost lopsided, on his own. As though something's missing.

The bar is a singular place, true enough, and there's plenty to snag the attention; his own is immediately held by the window. He walks across and places his palm flat against it, watching the silent, beautiful destruction of the universe with an expression on his face that's almost... proud.

His fingers leave smears, on the glass.
[identity profile] faithful-slayer.livejournal.com
Faith inna bar...and say, didn't she have yellow eyes last night?

Well, they're brown again now.

She's perched at a table with coffee and a badge, looking pleased with life.

Come say hi.
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[personal profile] awesome_lilly
After this conversation, Lilly and Meg saunter over to the billboard and post a list on it.

We are very sorry we couldn't hire everyone but once the paper is a total success come talk to us again and we can add staff! But for now this is it.

Say True staff

Editors-in-Chief: Lilly Kane, Meg Giry
Layout Editor: Neil Perry
Publishing Editor: Windows 95
Ace Reporter: Ingress Arch
Reporter: Michelle Almeida
Reporter: Maria Guerin
Advise Et Sex Demon: Fleur Weasley
Glitter Columnist: Raven
Advice Columnist: To Be Revealed
Horoscopes: Anthy Himemiya
Freelance Photographers: Syfte Wiggin, Elizabeth Imbrie

Staff meeting tonight! [Slowtimed and all, but yeah]

Hanging at the bottom of the list are a row of press badges.

Yes, the press badges sparkle.
[identity profile] prototype-karr.livejournal.com
To KARR's frustration, things have remained the same. He's still dealing with the virus and, much to annoyance, he's still stuck in Bonnie's laptop, propped on the hood of his car body. He sighs audibly as he watches the rest of the bar from his vantage point, wishing he at least had his scanner. Only being able to communicate with his voice is grating on him. He misses being able to ram people in the shins.
[identity profile] perfectblue.livejournal.com
Illyria's in the bar. Since her alter-ego has finally dropped her books, the mun thought it only fair that Illyria have a book of her own. It's actually a book of Sudoku puzzles, which come fairly easy to her, given that she's inherently got the mind of a mathematical genius hiding in there, and that she was a fairly logical goddess all on her own. So she's good at pattern puzzles. Go, blue.

Come pester her.
[identity profile] action-antihero.livejournal.com
Jack's sitting in a booth, a book open in front of him, but an astute observer might notice that he hasn't flipped the page in about ten minutes. He's not so much reading as starting at the pages while a cup of coffee congeals next to his elbow.

This week? Not good so far, and it shows in the bags under his eyes and the lines on his face.
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[personal profile] kitchen_maid
The Ordinary Princess is sitting at table. It's actually the same table she was at last night, and that is the same half-drunk stone cold cup of tea. She's staring at something (nothing?).

Mr. Pemberthy and Peter Aurelious gave up on her ages ago -- Peter Aurelious to explore out in the woods, Mr. Pemberthy to doze in the rafters. Simon Perryvall is still here, though, and the Ordinary Princess is absently petting him with one hand. She is very very still, very very tired, and very very numb.

[ooc: If you're a friend, she'd probably be happy to see you right about now. If you're not, this probably isn't the best time to meet her -- she's really not up to it.]

Entry Post

Oct. 2nd, 2005 09:55 pm
[identity profile] flora-poste.livejournal.com
Flora Poste looks around the bar with some confusion. She had walked into Beershorn Halt today to spend a quiet hour or so in the Tea Shoppe, write another page or two of her immortal novel, and escape for a time the gloom of Cold Comfort Farm.

This is obviously not the Tea Shoppe, though she was certain she had indeed walked through its door. Beershorn Halt is a very small village—surely she could not have mixed up the buildings. Flora turns to leave, but takes another moment to look around.

What an extraordinary gathering. How is it that such a group of people came to be in rural Sussex? Granted, the Starkadders are odd, but the patrons of this establishment seem to be something else again. Flora remembers her objective to “live life, and collect material.” There is surely material aplenty here. So she cautiously takes a seat at an empty table.
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Rachel swept into the bar. Truly swept, feet off the floor, flying to the lovely enchanted chunk of mothering wood...

And she's grinning, despite the tears rolling down her face, so many emotions spilling off of her right now that even standing near her is like knocking back a suicidal cocktail. For once, though, she's not paying attention to everyone else, she's simply tossing back a few shots then laying her head down on Bar's surface. Laughing, a rich, rolling, head turning laugh, and crying, hair and arms covering her face.

It's over, it's over, for now, it's all okay in her reality. Or as close to alright as it ever got.

And the sheer lack of stress is almost as exhausting as the entire trial and collaring had been.
[identity profile] rebelheartalien.livejournal.com
Michael comes in, after what's a few days' solid work for him, and heads for the back door to enjoy the twilight before he goes back to Maria.

He could be intercepted on the way, or talked to outside.
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[personal profile] young_tmriddle
The House of Arch owl flies in from the painting and straight to the Tonks-Wrangle flat. It carries a package containing Breathe Better crystals, a videotape set of "Pride and Prejudice" (the version with Colin Firth)and a letter to Nymphadora from Tom. )
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[personal profile] steadfastknight
It was an odd, odd feeling to look into the bar and be uncertain about whether or not he wanted to be there.

Kitt stood in the doorway. Behind him was a hotel room.

Well, he did have news. And Michael had said that he wanted him to see people. And he had also said that he would, but that he wouldn't stay long.

So with that decision made, he stepped inside and closed the door. He would come in. But as he'd thought, he wouldn't stay long.
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[personal profile] maxwellsdemon02
The door to the bar sweeps open, just stopped before banging against the wall. Duo steps through, obviously fuming. He's still dressed in his Preventers uniform, with the addition of a ragged black baseball cap.

Heero enters a moment later, also still in uniform. Duo scowls furiously at the door and slams it shut. Braid sweeping behind him like the tail of an agitated cat, he stalks off to sit in a booth.
[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com
Anne is not dancing tonight.

She's sitting out by the lake, the moonlight paling her face and drowning her big gray eyes, but she isn't lost in dreams as usual, either.

Instead, she looks every now and again at the door to the bar, with a small frown. It's an odd expression for her. What could make Anne Shirley frown?
[identity profile] idle-gentleman.livejournal.com
The door opens and there's the sound of men laughing, glasses clinking and cards riffling quietly against baize tables. A man enters and the smell of expensive brandy, and a light cloud of cigar smoke, follows him in. Typical, when one arrives from Boodles club.

Lord Goring is back in the bar, for much DOOM! ANGST! WOE! and...no, not really. Come say hi. He's promises to be utterly trivial and talk about nothing. As he freely admits, it's the only thing he knows anything about.
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[personal profile] stilljustandrew
*The front door opens, and in walks Andrew Wells.*

*He's got a duffelbag.*

*How about that. Maybe he's planning to stay a while.*
[personal profile] prydeful
[OOM: In the House of Arch, that whole, "I'm dead, you're alive," discussion that had to happen? Happens. There is ow. And then some less-ow.]
[identity profile] bartyjr.livejournal.com
[OOM: A short Barty/Morgan thread in Room 202 (Barty's room). Barty is reading Necromancy and Nietzsche when Morgan comes by. They talk briefly about Susan, Mordred, and the books, before more pressing matters are attended to (FTB).]
[identity profile] azarathsraven.livejournal.com
Raven's in the bar, curled up with a cup of lemon tea and a copy of Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Though she's not very far into the book yet, she can be seen ocassionally smiling as she reads over the funny parts; though she has yet to actually giggle.

A kitten lays on the table curled up on a plate that's been licked clean by kitten tongue.

Rae's in a good mood. Come say hi.