(no subject)

[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

Heero is sitting on a barstool, quietly observing the rest of the bar. Not writing notes, not writing in a laptop... just observing. If one were to observe him right back, they could easily notice a few bruises in various places on his arms; as he is wearing a tank top, he has made no effort to hide them.

Hmm.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Rubbing his head against Faith's Scotch, Mal goes to the Bar. Very quietly.

"Bar, may I please have some of...whatever Faith gave me?"

A longer pause than is usually typical for Bar, then two vials appear on the table. Two.

Mal mutters a thank-you and makes for the door.

It's his ship. He's not going to give it up for anyone or anything.

Even so...he puts his vials in his pocket alongside the key to Faith's apartment as he steps through the door onto Serenity.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

OOM: Ramon is out of the cells, but not free, not by any means. He can't face the main bar at the moment so heads straight for room 19 - the room he now shares with Random.

[OOC: Warnings for schmoop, smut, some more schmoop, some more smut...then graphic smut and then the usual helpings of Angst! and Woe! *muns headdesk* So yeah, don't read it if you don't like slash, si? And definitely not the one coming tomorrow *snicker*

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

The young man standing at the bar had a rather disgruntled expression. before him was a small lift with a box made of wooden slats on, that said "ammunition." The trouble was that, though he had what he'd asked for, he now had no way to go about arming himself. He would have to ask for trustworthy assistance.

The trouble was, he had no way to gauge who was trustworthy, except for those he'd already met. Thus he frowned as he considered the box, and the fact that his tab had risen considerably.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain probably spends too much time in Milliways sitting by the fire brooding.

On the other hand, Milliways is really conducive to this.

He's smoking. He's ostensibly reading The Wizard of Oz, too, but mostly the book lies open and ignored on his lap.

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric had ice cream once again, difficult to say if he'd had anything healthy in between, but apparently it didn't matter much. He liked ice cream after all.

This time it was a caramel and brownie sundae, he was also scribbling lines between the dots on his star maps, trying to line any of them up between the maps. He didn't seem to be having much luck with the way his brow was furrowed, gnawing on his spoon more than his ice cream. He could probably do with an interruption.

(have a bit of time left still, vacation and needing sleep and all. Slowtime is love however. Totally)

(no subject)

[kal-torak.livejournal.com]

The number of evil Gods in the bar has just gone up by one.

Kal Torak. Inna bar. Feel the Evil.

He does have a rather large sword with him though, so approach at your own risk.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

OOM Room 322: What it is to love. - Námo gives Gorlim and Eilinel a gift.

[Everyone must go read this, because Saundra is frelling amazing with her Quenya skillz. And it is gorgeous. And co-stars a poem by Rupert Brooke but really Saundra totally kicks his Victorian poet arse from here to Shropshire. OMG.]

(no subject)

[namo]

He stands quiety at the lake, allowing Gorlim and Eilinel what little time was left of the rift. Námo smiles up to the artificial sky, pleased but tired. He has not felt tired in a long, long time...

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He is in the bar. Tea and tequila sit next to him. He hasn't had any of either. He can't remember which one is the one that he drinks.

(no subject)

[number-ten-ox.livejournal.com]

There was some confusion last night on Number Ten Ox's part as to exactly what was going on with the very strange wineshop where One-Eyed Wong's ought to have been, but it was nothing compared to his confusion when he walked out of the wineshop and found no time had passed at all.

And it is even worse now, because he could have sworn this was the way to the outhouse...

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda comes into the bar with her usual briefcase. She looks groogy, irritated, and frustrated. She orders a cup of coffee and sits down at a booth. Head in hand pouring over a mountain of paperwork.

Come and distract her, she might not bite your head off.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone thinks she could eat something.

She picks her way downstairs in the dim light of early morning, feet bare (for her shoes aren't in any condition to be worn). She and her dress are clean, but the dress dried rumpled and her hair still has its tangles.

After ordering toast and black coffee (and thinking of Sonia-- it feels like a dream, but she is still here, so it can't be), Antigone curls up in an armchair and glances around. She's not sure what's going to happen next, but there must be something. Otherwise the play would be over, and the curtain would drop.



[OOC: slowtime, please.]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Tom and Carl give Nita, Dairine, their houseguests, and Kit some big news. Mild spoilers for Wizards at War.]

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Back by the fire, Cywyllog is curled up on a couch. She is, in a word, hungover, and lamenting the fact that "free tea all day" is not an automatic after "free drinks all night." Someone should remind her she's not the drinking type.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Morgan has a nightmare and wokes up with a fever. And Barty's a little worried. As you would be.

ETA: Millitimed to yesterday]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: In which Alanna gives Adam some presents, and they practice shooting with a bow. Meanwhile, Heather and Rami are unable to complete a thread, let alone post coherent tags due to lack of sleep, lack of caffeine, and Heather's shoes being tied together.]

(no subject)

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

In a fit of fancy, Charles decided that he would rather like to appear a bit as he used to -- not in the furry and claws way, but rather, his manner of dress. Sooooo, there's a rather finely dressed Charles in the bar this morning, munching contentedly on some strawberry crepes. He has to eat rather carefully, because there's a danger of the ruffles on his sleeves getting caught in the sauce, and that is just Not Done.

He'll probably say hi to you if you say it first (well, knowing Charles, he'd say "Hello," or something much more formal), and he might even share, if you ask nice enough.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar and half asleep in a booth. He's resting his head on one hand, and people watching, in an attempt to occupy himself enough to keep awake. Come suggest tea, breakfast, or coffee if you really want to disgust him.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

There's a haunting tune being played, from somewhere in the vicinity of the armchairs.

Gone away, gone ahead,
Echos roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

Com ask the harper for answers.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen comes down the stairs, large book in hand. With her are Nala and Elena, both occupied with chewtowys. After getting herself tea and breakfast, and breakfast for the puppy and kitten, Helen settles in a booth with the book. Every once in a while, she gestures with her hands, perhaps in conjunction with what she is reading. She wouldn't mind some friendly conversation, however. Come say hi!

(ooc--I have class until 11:30 EST, then I'll be back. Feel free to tag anyway!)

An Entry.

[oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Thoughts about life, death, and love]

I blink and look around, wondering why the only flowershop in town that stays open as late as I need it to has suddenly turned into a bar. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against bars in general, but considering that a shot of booze does about the same thing to me as a shot of lead, they're no longer all that useful to me. At least when I'm alone, anyway.

From what I could see though, it was a pretty standard saloon, except for the big window with the--

"Hot damn..."



Just because I'm pretty indestructable doesn't mean I feel like going through a world of pain. Thus, expecting the worst, I dive under a table and find myself blinking again when the big boom doesn't blast through this place like Capone on a bender.

I pop my head up, take a look around, and wonder why I'm the only mug hiding like a rabbit.

"Hey! What gives?"

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Here's Barry. And for the first time in the year he's been here, he has a newspaper. Or at least part of one. The Bar has given Barry the sports section from today's New York Times. And so Barry is reading about the baseball playoffs, and the return of the NHL. It's still a bit odd to not see anything about teams from Metropolis, Gotham and so on, but the Cardinals are in the playoffs, and that will do for now.

Come say hi. Sports conversation is strictly optional.

[ooc: mun is feeling under the weather - apologies in advance for possible diminished quality of play.]

(no subject)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Hey look, Chloe inna bar at a booth with a latte, laptop, and paper, as well as an actual entrance post for a change. The laptop's been pushed to the corner for later use, and right now she's more intrigued in her newspaper.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Despite the increasing cold outside, Charlie still is not wearing shoes. He does have the big black Gods of Rock sweatshirt on, though.

He sits near the fireplace with his guitar, playing and singing softly as if he's thinking about something else.

( it's just a little song )

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara comes in from running around the lake, rubbing her hands. "Don't tell me I have to find my winter gloves this soon," she mumbles, getting a hot mug of coffee from the bar.

Fireplaces are cozy areas.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Her eyes are still fever-bright, but Morgan's walking by the lake. She probably shouldn't be outside, but when has anyone accused a member of her family of having sense?

She's wearing boots, though. And a cloak. So, she's not being entirely stupid.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Out at the Milliways gardens is a sight seldom seen.

A large, orange-and-grey boulder is merrily ripping its way though the soil of one of the garden beds. Of course, since no acid is being employed and the soil isn't actually being consumed, this particular digging process is taking a bit longer than you'd expect with a Horta merrily digging away.

But then, the idea is to turn over and mix the soil, not eat a tunnel through it.

Come see how Naraht is doing.

(no subject)

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

Squall's at a booth, picking at the bun of his hot dog absently and looking distant and moody.

But look! He's still got the white lion! It's fuzzy and cute!

A drum, a drum! The Lady comes.

[hands-unclean.livejournal.com]

When she was falling, she still saw the awful things that left her no option but to throw herself from the tower. Her scream named them all, in one gruesome word better left untranslated. She did not remember landing, though she did remember the feeling of being split--

She had been expecting many things, and waking was not always one of them. Purgatory if she was lucky, and surely, for all that she had done and caused, worse lay in store than that. But when she found she could lift her head from the ground, all her preconceptions dissolved in the face of what lay before her eyes.

The place that is not the Inferno is… pleasing. She picks herself up and pushes back her hair. After a good deal of staring, understanding hits her. “What a murky hell indeed!”

And Lady Macbeth begins to laugh.

(no subject)

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

Maria's in the bar, with the baby, still looking for subjects for her article.

Or just for friendly conversation.

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

In amongst his scurrying back and forth, Neil paused by the Bar to drop off a note for Helene.

( Note for Helene )

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Nita sends a message to Kim. No spoilers you couldn't figure out from the title Wizards at War.]

(no subject)

[undignified]

Hey, look. It's been a few days, but there's a pilot back inna bar.

Yay?

Being, as he apparently is, according to a mouse, allergic to peanuts, Wes is not eating Reese's Pieces. Alas. Back to some good old Oreos, eh?

Mun would say all are welcome to steal some, but she remembers what happened last time...

[ooc: mun fleeeees for Serenity omg! back in a couple hours or so!]

First Time In Bar

[just-mad-about.livejournal.com]

[OOM: They call her mellow yellow... Or, the mun realized she has to actually PACK tomorrow. So change of plans. And here I am. Yup.]

This ain't Astarte, she's pretty damn sure, as she looks around.

Allie--well, she's been Allie for a while now--just wanted a drink.

She got Milliways instead.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, it's a Catherine...

Come and tag her before she goes off for tonight's canon.



[ooc: And she's off! Don't start the revolution without me...]

Entrance post

[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

The Door shakes in its frame from a muffled explosion behind it. When it opens, it does so almost sheepishly, as if it believed it could have timed this entrance just a little better.

Grey-black smoke billows into Milliways and from the murk emerges a coughing and sublimely irked being with scraggly hair and a wine-colored tunic that has acquired quite a few more stains since her last visit. The Door quickly closes behind her and the smoke soon clears enough that Aughra can see her surroundings.

"Milliways?" she asks...herself or the room at large? Hard to tell. "Hmmmph! Good a place as any."

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

[OOC: Millitimed to later last night.]

Havelock Vetinari and Puck come down the stairs, and go to the door, ready to leave. Havelock is cloaked in a nondescript dark grey, evidently ready for stealth. He tugs open the door, and the assassin and the fae leave to enter Ankh-Morpork.

(no subject)

[tris-chandler.livejournal.com]

Tris is sitting by the lake, idly making whirlwinds in the dust.

There is a bowl of red powder next to her. Chime is eating contentedly, then belching out red glass flames.

Come talk to her?

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Ex-Peacekeeper inna bar. Knitting and shooting death glares at anyone who dares to mock her for it. She's giving it up as soon as she proves she can do it.

Apart from that, it's obvious she's in a good mood. She's humming, Aeryn should never be so cheery, but she is. She also manages to smile benevolently at people who pass by, unless they inwardly scoff at her knitting. She can tell when you are, it's one of her many talents.

If you talk to her, she'll probably remind you the universe is a wonderful place, maybe even buy you a three course meal.

[Edit:OOC Have to go and watch Lost now, so slowtime dears, will be back later.]

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After Bartending last night.]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Near the fireplace, there is a slightly violet deity.

With coffee, and a book. Giggling while he reads.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

In our last episode before the unexpected hiatus, Mouse had just been de-angstified. Yeah, let's see how long that lasts.

Currently Our Hero is eating some cookies. He's got a decent-sized plate, and he probably wouldn't mind if somebody took one. Or, you know, five.


[ooc: So, um. I have an essay due tomorrow. On Macbeth. That hasn't exactly been started. Just know that I may flee slash be slow at some point.]

this might just be an entry post.

[ballofjoy.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways, in Susanna's book.]

Well, thinks Susanna Kaysen as she walks down the hallway back to the room she shares with Georgina, it's not that bad.

I'll manage, she thinks.

... When she opens the door to what should be her room, it changes entirely. That intricate thought process that Susanna had used to determine the fact that she wasn't any madder than any other borderline, that she wasn't having hallucinations at least, evaporates.

Staring, Susanna takes a cautious step into Milliways, looking about her.

Lisa's had much stranger hallucinations than this. And as far as Susanna knows, Lisa enjoyed every one.

Why not milk it a little?

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie is used to routine. Blame the Navy. So here he is, once again coming in from out by the lake. He's looking somewhat more cheerful than he was yesterday, and now he's got a smoothie. Things are okay. Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[ohcapnmycapn.livejournal.com]

Okay so Keating has decided to make an appearance in the bar once again. With his voice screaming at the mun to put him in the bar. And he's decided to just sit at the bar with a notebook in hand. He's jotting things down every so often, observing things around him as he does so. The tastes, the sounds, the people...no one will know what he is writing unless they venture to ask...

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Aw, lookit the kitty on the bar! Isn't he so precious? Don't you just want to pet and scritch and give him food?*

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

By the lake, underneath a couple of trees is a blanket.

On one end of the blanket is a baby, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees.

On the other end of the blanket is the baby's mother.

The goal, as far as the mother is concerned, is to get the baby to crawl from the one end to the other.

The baby's goal seems to be less productive and focused more on trying to catch a ladybug nearby.



. . .The ladybug's goal seems to be to make it safely across the blanket without being squished between tiny, eager fingers. For those who were wondering.

(no subject)

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Here's a powerful unassuming trickster young man.

Sittin' easy with a plate of cookies biskies (hey, some terms get around).

If looks are anything to judge by which they're really not, someone's explained how things work-- more or less-- but he's still not all that comfortable.

Maybe a fellow should ask him why he's stickin' around.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bet you guys thought I forgot. And just like last time, this post is NOT locked, but if you could please either ping me at ruvixcube on AOL or tag here before tagging, I'd be ever so appreciative. Thanks! Credit belongs to Grandpa Tucker for the rhyme.]

The Triplets are singing a merry song of Halloween Trickery.

Wise jack-o-lanterns who have seen
The haunting horrors of Halloween,
Force smiles, while peering through scared eyes
To look on beasts that terrorize.
They see the gore, they see the fright
That fills each street on this dark night.
The shadows move, then screams and sighs,
Vile vampires bring blood curdling cries.
While witches brew with monkey brains,
Huge spiders fight for scarce remains.
Ghosts and goblins start the dance
That puts wierd zombies in a trance.
They dance the famous Monster Mash,
All acting tough and talking trash.
Then mold into a crowd so mean,
It just gets worse each Halloween.
So, trick or treaters, listen well,
This warning jack-o-lanterns tell:
"If THEY come, just run home quick!
With these wild guys it's Trick or Trick

The door opens...

[fell-in-battle.livejournal.com]

He runs in, face savage as his sword swings downward in a deadly arc...at what turns out to be no one. He startles for a moment before turning this way and that, blinking at the utter lack of enemy forces surrounding him as they had a moment before. After a moment, he slides the sword into it's scabbard and examining the place he seems to have ended up.

The examination ends, however, as he catches sight of his sister. In the arms of a man. In the arms of that man.

He would never growl, for such things were beneath him and his peers, but he does snarl and stalk over.

"Get. Thy. Rude. Hands. Off. Of. My. Sister. If. Thou. Wouldst. Keep. Them."

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

The sparkly press badge is hidden underneath the camera, thank you very much. But it's there, and so is one Elizabeth Imbrie.

Come chat.

((Mun is on AIM, thewatersword, though not in crackchat. Do ping if you wish.))

Liz meets Jack Fleming, her not!boyfriend, and much hilarity ensues. Except for the part where it's not funny at all.

(no subject)

[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

There's no saxophone case this time, and no benign grin.

Time is running out.

As he spins around to face the bar proper, he lets out a sigh of relief. Who was that woman, and why did she try to kill him? After all that? Was it just because of the bounty? Or was it because of Vicious? Or both?

Crazy bi... He leaves the thought unfinished. Like he has any right to call somebody a bitch; she was just doing her job.

He thinks.

Well, Faye won't be getting out of those handcuffs any time soon. He should be safe here for a while.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is curled in a booth, feet bare and tucked up, white shirtsleeves rolled past his elbow.

He looks remarkably comfortable.

Beside him is a plate of cookies, a pitcher of cider, and one roll.

He is reading.

Interrupt at will. He liked company, and there's more than one glass on the table.

(no subject)

[they-are-too.livejournal.com]

Jacob starts down the stairs to the bar, then pauses, a moment.

He takes a deep breath, pushes his spectacles up his nose, takes a better grip on the two books he's carrying, and starts down again.

He settles in table in a corner. Not a dark, shadowy corner, just a corner. He's not fond of being in the middle of things.

And then he reads. Occasionally, he smiles, though it's never very big.

Every so often he looks at the stairs, going oddly still, then turns back to his books.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

There's a very smug Sabretooth Tiger in the bar. Wouldn't you be smug if you were a Sabretooth Tiger in a bar? Certainly you would.

(no subject)

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

For the first time in a while, Lady Death floats into the bar, trailed by a Hellhound. She floats to the counter and orders a glass of mead, then turns to survey the crowd, her 'pet' sitting at her feet.

(no subject)

[wolfskincoat.livejournal.com]

The boots are low in heel - well, lower than usual, and the pants are comfort fit instead of tight. Under her fur coat, she wears a plain white shirt. It seems Red Riding Hood has come from her day job, whatever that might be.

She's carrying a single coat garment bag in one hand, which she sets upion the bar before mounting a stool and ordering a vodka and tonic. Spinning on her stool so that her back's to the bar, she scans the room, looking for someone.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[OOM: Nita dreams offworld. Somewhat spoilery.

Later, Nita visits Earth and Tom. Things don't go as expected. MAJOR spoilers.]

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Stop me if you've heard this one before.

David walks into the bar.

"Ouch," says he.

Badum-ch.

(no subject)

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Dinner! Wolf's been here all along. You just haven't seen him. ...Yeah, that's it.

Thursday's Dinner Specials:

Appetizers
------
Buffalo Wings
Stuffed Potato Skins
Jalepeno Poppers

Main Course
------
Pizza! Any kind. You order it, we'll make it.

Dessert
------
Root Beer Floats
Banana Splits

(no subject)

[kessel-angel.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Lujayne/Biggs Schmoop. FTB]

ooc: okay. get HTML right the first second time. *facepalm*

Answer Man!

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is in the bar, with his usual sign. Y'know, the one which reads "Welcome to Milliways. How Can I help you?" He's really feeling quite relaxed.

Well, for a minute anyways. He raises his head, a smile growing on his face as he watches the door. Yup, thats his spell going off all right. Which means Mel is going to be walking through the door.... now.


Now?

Okay, it's just slow, she's trying it again. So, now.

He stands up, glaring at the door.

"Open. Mother... Open. She's using the spell, she wants back, so open."

His hands on his hips, his body is the definition of tense, his eyes glowing blue behind the sunglasses. There is magic in the air around him, a terse, throbbing magic as he attempts to use the power he's least trained in.

"As I am Opener, you shall Open for her...."

And then he can feel the badge moving away from the door. And he slumps.

"Fuck."

Mr. Entrance Post

[rule-one.livejournal.com]

Lu-Tze's head is swimming. He does not quite recall how he got here.

...wait...memories come swimming into focus.

[OOM: The Time Slicer]

He remembers pulling a handle. He remembers hearing the spin of some concealed Procrastinator. And he remembers the subsequent explosion. But only bits of it.

Lu-Tze reaches into his robe pocket for his emergency Mandala, and sprinkles the colored sand on the ground. Colors swirl angrily for several moments before focusing into the shape of...he looks up.

"What the bloody hell?"

Qu, you will regret this.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

OOM: Jason and Peter slip out the back door, snickering softly and shushing each other. The flash of white in the dark ahead of them doesn't seem to be aware of them.
Time to hunt the kitty...

(no subject)

[deserved_it]

Eustace in the bar again. Only Eddie gets to call him E. Because Eddie gave him alcohol. Yes.

He's got a chessboard in front of him again, and is considering it with his chin on his stacked fists.

(no subject)

[wizard_dresden]

Wizard named Harry in the bar...

No, no, no... the cooler one.

"Ha."

Stupid air spirit.

"What?"

"Bob, shut up..."

[OOM From Hell: The End?]

[slayer_fray]

(Mel reaches the place she needs in order to get home)

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(Very OOM: Ace's horrible, no good, very bad day)

The door to the lake isn't usually the one people come back through.

It is a long-established fact that Ace isn't most people.

So, there's an Ace in the doorway.

A very pale Ace.

Who's leaning on the doorframe heavily.

And doesn't look inclined to move.

Um. Help?

(no subject)

[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

Archangel? Check.

Poetry? Check.

Still-unnamed yo-yo? Check.

Smile? Check.

Have at.

(no subject)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

On a couch out by the lake near the doorway in the bar, there's Sheila.

Next to Sheila, there's Ash.

They are both entirely calm and not arguing. In fact, they are what looks like cuddling. Which is not at all dangerous, evil, woeful, doomy, terribly exciting, or anything else climactic you can think of.

This post also isn't at all foreshadowing.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

It's a quiet evening, mayhap.

Susan's curled up on the usual couch, with hot chocolate nearby. She's drowsy, head resting on her arm on the back of the couch as she watches people pass.

It seems to her almost like being in a dream-- something not quite real, say true.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

The back door opens and a rather dusty Horta glides in. Naraht heads over to the Bar to order a little graphite (there were enough rocks in the garden beds for supper, after all), but a package appears instead. It it wrapped in white paper and has a note attached.

And it's written in ink with infrared properties so it's easier for the Horta to read it.

To my dear hatchmate, may you always know you are loved and welcomed, Hank

"You loveable rascal!" Naraht says. "So this is the suprise?"

Naraht's fringe makes short work of the wrapping, exposing a pure, white marble heart.

"Mother bless!" the Horta murmurs.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

They've got a dinner date tonight. A dinner date with Elaine.

Beth doesn't have a lot of female friends here, and really, she's pretty sure no one can blame her for that. She can count the number of women here that she's talked to on the fingers of one hand.

(She's pretty sure no one can blame her for not being able to get enough of the guy, too.)

But she's always liked Elaine a lot. And now Ryan is gone and nothing much Beth can do to help Elaine.

So maybe having dinner all together will be a really good thing.

Her hand finds Spike's on their way downstairs, and though there's no Elaine to be seen right away, they take seats at the usual table.

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[agirllost]

Kim's having a pretty good day. She worked in the garden a little earlier and now she's sitting at a booth and waiting for some people.

She's listening to music and looks down to change the song when she notices there's a message waiting for her from Nita.

( Message from Nita )

She wipes her face but it's no use, the tears don't stop and it's hard not to question God or life or...anything because her little sister's going to war and she might not return.

She rests her head on her arms and tries to hold back her emotions. She needs to talk to some people, but she can't lift her head.

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[namo]

He stands at the Bar, speaking softly. After a moment, a room key appears. He picks it up and places a glittering stone on the bartop, which disappears. Námo then orders a cup of tea and a cup of cocoa. He takes his items to a booth where he sits and opens a book.

He has decided to take Asar-Suti's advice and read for entertainment, not for knowledge.

Do you wish to interrupt him?

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[latino_menace]

It's been a while since these two have been seen together in the bar. Over a month in fact. But nevertheless, they're back together now - and if the sight in the booth is anything to go by, they're pretty damn happy about it.

Random and Ramon, in a booth, sharing a cigarette lazily. Both outwardly relaxed and tending to smile at each other rather a lot. Perhaps it has something to do with how they spent the morning - or maybe it's just relief that the past four weeks are behind them.

Come say hi. They're in good moods and not at all liable to injure anyone.

[OOC: OOM warnings for...lol, schmoop and smut, what else? Adult situations are a given with these two...but there's a *coughbondagecough* warning on this one too. Also - either of them are available to tag, seperately or together.]

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria is in the bar, in a booth, with a bunch of tiny metal rings spread out in front of her.

At the suggestion of Cass the book on medieval weaponry she read a while back, she's linking the rings together to make things out of chainmail. She's not really so interested in it as armor, as her own serves her quite well, but the patterns made by the interlocking rings intrigue her, and the monotony of the action is oddly soothing. Come ask her what she's doing. She may even take enough notice of your existence to answer.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

It's a well-loved book of verse that sits before Anne tonight, with pages already well-thumbed and a soft leather binding. Her lips move with the words, but her gray-green eyes are lost in dreams, while she wanders the paths unknown through woods and dale, over brooks, past meadows sweet with hay.

The Anne-girl is remembering her first friends tonight. It would not surprise her to see Katie pop her shy little face up against the nearby window, not in the least.

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[supersymmetry]

And because her mun is insane and feels like playing both halves of the persona at once, though in different places, Fred is out by the lake.

For once she's got her nose out of a book, and is stargazing. She's free of angst and woe, a state which is about to change within a few days. Meet her now, continue old conversations, or just bother her because she looks friendly. She is, and only the tiniest bit crazy, too.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is sitting by the fire with a book. He seems to have his attention completely on the book, but somehow he also seems to be watching the room at the same time. Feel free to bother, he wouldn't mind the distraction.

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[thedemon-zabuza.livejournal.com]

Zabuza is in the woods, somewhere. He seems to be well hidden, and if someone happened to walk by he may say something. Of course he also may not.

[ooc: Please ping me on aim First Wizard zor if you want to tag him. He doesn't get along with some types of characters and it would be best for all to avoid such a confrontation.]

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[futures_of_ash]

LIfe is almost back to normal for Rachel, normal defined as daily missions, almost no free time, and only general instead of pointed suspicion and derision...so she's almost happy. Interesing how one can be content with deplorable situations when the past week was hellishly worse.

So, now, Milliways finds Rachel stretched out in front of the hearth, stretching out the muscles strains resulting from not working for over a week. See her? Waterfall of hair licking over her shoulder to the floor as she bends her nose to her knee, deep breathes, slow, controlled, shiting to the other knee, shifting to splits and a few winces.

It's good to be working again.

Er...what place is this? And more importantly, where's Sesshoumaru-sama?

[green-jaken.livejournal.com]

"Chotto...chotto matte! Please....please slow down, Sesshoumaru-sama!" Squawks a sudden, frantic voice from somewhere at about knee-level of most bar patrons. "Your loyal...servant's....legs....are far inferior! Wait for me!"

A short, green creature with bulging yellow eyes and a beaklike mouth comes dashing into the room at full speed, the two-headed staff slung over its shoulder bouncing along with the panicked little demon. He has clearly been running for some time, panting heavily as he trips over a bar-patron's ill-placed foot. The newcomer takes a face first dive, arms flailing, then skids a few feet along the floor before coming to a full halt. The staff clunks heavily on the creature's head not a second later, causing a sizeable swelling to rise as the hapless imp heaves a pained groan. Yes, that'll hurt. Flopping over his side, still wheezing, he blinks groggily up at the myriad of eccentric lighting.

"Arrck, all fortune has abandoned me today." Jaken manages croakily.

Staying the night.

[badinlatin]

Mal walks in the bar with his normal outfit - duster, boots, suspenders. His brown holster.

Thumbing the key and vial in his pocket and hoisting a bag - wouldn't be polite to stay over and not have a change of clothes in the morning. Don't want to be offensive to anyone.

Mal walks slowly from Door to the main staircase leading up to Faith's suite. He's hoping very much that no one notices how tired he must look.

[ooc: feel free to notice, but no threading. Mal is fleeing upstairs for druggedup sleep yay. :)]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There is a sign on the message board.

Announcing the Birth and Naming of
Kelly Finduilas
Daughter of Gorlim and Eilinel
of the House of Bëor
Ceremony in Room 322

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[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd was in the garden working as usual earlier today, though he was still thinking of his short time yesterday as a lion. It was such a strange but interesting experience. As it is, he's now in the bar, with a late tea, and busy scribbling in his notebook again. He's sitting back in his usual quiet booth off the side.

He's hard at work, but won't object to a distraction.