Oct. 9th, 2005
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leplusbeauWell, look at that! You don't see that often. Fleur is there, at the bar. And she has clothes!
Clothes on! Shock and awe abound! And look at the giant purse. It has shoes in it. Why? Because Fleur had to put her not at all sensible shoes someplace when she had to put on sensible ones. (The sensible ones live in the lake now, by the by.) So now she is searching her large and not sensible bag for her not sensible cigarettes. Because sensible husbands need to work, and she doesn't want to distract him too much.
Clothes on! Shock and awe abound! And look at the giant purse. It has shoes in it. Why? Because Fleur had to put her not at all sensible shoes someplace when she had to put on sensible ones. (The sensible ones live in the lake now, by the by.) So now she is searching her large and not sensible bag for her not sensible cigarettes. Because sensible husbands need to work, and she doesn't want to distract him too much.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:20 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
righthandwoman.livejournal.comIt's been a while since Zoe's been here, or at least, a while since her mun's given her a decent entrance post.
So, here she is, at an out-of-the-way booth with dinner and a glass of wine. Odds are there'll be some manner of fresh fruit for dessert.
She's watching the bar at large a bit more carefully than she might have a few weeks ago--before Jubal Early showed up--but on the whole, she looks relaxed.
So, here she is, at an out-of-the-way booth with dinner and a glass of wine. Odds are there'll be some manner of fresh fruit for dessert.
She's watching the bar at large a bit more carefully than she might have a few weeks ago--before Jubal Early showed up--but on the whole, she looks relaxed.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:28 amgreen-shaft.livejournal.comThere is a Connor Hawke in the bar. But this is different than any other time he's been in the bar. Why?
Because it's his birthday!
Come interact with the birthday boy. He'd be happy for the company.
Because it's his birthday!
Come interact with the birthday boy. He'd be happy for the company.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:39 amguppy_sandhu[oom: Canonical update]
Guppy is sitting at the bar, sort of staring at his pint.
His pint can't stare back.
His pint can't see the pain.
His pint doesn't really care.
Guppy is sitting at the bar, sort of staring at his pint.
His pint can't stare back.
His pint can't see the pain.
His pint doesn't really care.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:55 amsteadfastknightThere were few things that caught his attention in Vegas besides the mental challenge of gambling, and so he'd kept himself occupied in high-stakes games and had gotten a few show schedules. Hopefully there were a few that he could turn his attention to. And thus it was that Kitt, paging through a brochure, came into Milliways, looking every inch the metropolitan in his impeccable suit. The change in environment was taken in stride - he'd gotten used to coming to Milliways when he least expected it, and now was no different.
"Bar, a virgin strawberry daiquiri, please," he requested as he neared.
And so, the AI with the girly drink claimed a table.
"Bar, a virgin strawberry daiquiri, please," he requested as he neared.
And so, the AI with the girly drink claimed a table.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 01:07 amaj_crawleyCrowley's at his usual table.
There's a glass of wine beside him. He doesn't remember ordering it, nor particularly that it's there. It hasn't been touched.
He has his sunglasses on, and his hands folded neatly on the tabletop. You'd almost think he was asleep, only, inasmuch as his face can be read at all, he doesn't look tired.
He's not.
Crowley slept very soundly last night.
There's a glass of wine beside him. He doesn't remember ordering it, nor particularly that it's there. It hasn't been touched.
He has his sunglasses on, and his hands folded neatly on the tabletop. You'd almost think he was asleep, only, inasmuch as his face can be read at all, he doesn't look tired.
He's not.
Crowley slept very soundly last night.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 01:23 amsai_delgado[After this.]
Susan hurries across the room, a white napkin clenched tighly in one hand and a frightened, unhappy look on her face. She sets the napkin down on the Bar and says softly,
"Please-- oh, please-- paper, and something to write with--"
The napkin vanishes as the requested items appear, and she hurriedly writes
( a note. )
She folds the paper carefully and sets it on the bartop, saying,
"Can'ee see that translated into the proper letters, and -- and sent, somehow? I know that Bernard and Nymphadora's owl, Hestia-- she knows how to find him--"
The paper disappears. Susan presses her hands to her eyes for a moment, composing herself. She's done what she can, for now, and it's as ka will have it, mayhap.
Slowly, she goes back across the room to the couch by the fireplace, to wait for the others.
Susan hurries across the room, a white napkin clenched tighly in one hand and a frightened, unhappy look on her face. She sets the napkin down on the Bar and says softly,
"Please-- oh, please-- paper, and something to write with--"
The napkin vanishes as the requested items appear, and she hurriedly writes
( a note. )She folds the paper carefully and sets it on the bartop, saying,
"Can'ee see that translated into the proper letters, and -- and sent, somehow? I know that Bernard and Nymphadora's owl, Hestia-- she knows how to find him--"
The paper disappears. Susan presses her hands to her eyes for a moment, composing herself. She's done what she can, for now, and it's as ka will have it, mayhap.
Slowly, she goes back across the room to the couch by the fireplace, to wait for the others.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 02:11 amcynicalsmoker.livejournal.com[ooc: Chasing Sean]
Sven or Sylvester or whoever is still at my side and we're walking toward the bar. "Sensory Deprivation Tank" is stills crawled on the door in black permanent marker. I open the door and walk in. The Pub looks different for some reason.
I turn around to ask Sven if they re-modeled recently, but he's not there.
"Sven?"
Sven or Sylvester or whoever is still at my side and we're walking toward the bar. "Sensory Deprivation Tank" is stills crawled on the door in black permanent marker. I open the door and walk in. The Pub looks different for some reason.
I turn around to ask Sven if they re-modeled recently, but he's not there.
"Sven?"
Entrance post
Oct. 9th, 2005 03:05 ammenarefrommars.livejournal.comIt's a Saturday night. There has been a lot of alcohol. Therefore...
...the door opens. A woman trips through with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She's dressed in urban combat gear and is obviously quite inebriatedbecause mun is.
Bridget Jones has found her way to Milliways.
...the door opens. A woman trips through with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She's dressed in urban combat gear and is obviously quite inebriated
Bridget Jones has found her way to Milliways.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 03:39 amhonest-johns.livejournal.com[OOM: Last night, after talking by the lake, Lilly and Alain segue upstairs. Where, in a stunning inversion of roles, he manages to distract her into cheering her up somewhat.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 03:53 amprince-arithon.livejournal.comHe looks better. Well, he looks like he isn't going to start apologizing for things he didn't do at any rate.
And he has his own clothing on, always a bonus.
And he's hungry for the first time in days.
So Arithon is in the bar.
And he has his own clothing on, always a bonus.
And he's hungry for the first time in days.
So Arithon is in the bar.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 04:05 amhonest-johns.livejournal.comLilly and Alain are on the couch by the fire. She's in a long dress, fancy enough to be suitable for the Paris Opera in the 1880s, and his outfit is similarly formal.
His arm is around her waist, and she's leaning against him. Leaning very carefully; he's wearing his guns in docker's clutches, under the jacket.
It's been a good evening.
His arm is around her waist, and she's leaning against him. Leaning very carefully; he's wearing his guns in docker's clutches, under the jacket.
It's been a good evening.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 07:08 amriver_meimeiRiver's at a table.
She has a book, again, and a red pen. T.S. Eliot, this time -- The Waste Land.
There is a lot of red ink on the page.
And she's only on the first stanza.
She has a book, again, and a red pen. T.S. Eliot, this time -- The Waste Land.
There is a lot of red ink on the page.
And she's only on the first stanza.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:27 amfallout-charm.livejournal.comLucca (lookie, mun got tired of hunting anime-ish pics and resorted to a human face) is by the lake, in a one-piece suit. Suntanning. Yes, she likes that mustard yellow color a lot, a large portion of her clothes is colored that way.
Come bug her. Or watch.
Come bug her. Or watch.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:33 amawesome_lillyLilly and Alain have taken coffee, of course, and some pastries from the Bar out to the pasture for an impromptu breakfast picnic. They're sitting together under one of the trees, watching the horses, etc., get their morning exercise.
Lilly is also recommending new hairstyles for the horses, much to Alain's amusement.
Lilly is also recommending new hairstyles for the horses, much to Alain's amusement.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:47 amauntie-di.livejournal.comDiana, looking rather smug, truth be told, is in the bar.
She's curled up in an armchair, Diary closed and filled in, and currently browsing the bar's suggested reading- the Virgin Suicides.
Which makes her giggle, because she's immature that way.
She's curled up in an armchair, Diary closed and filled in, and currently browsing the bar's suggested reading- the Virgin Suicides.
Which makes her giggle, because she's immature that way.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 11:46 amlocked-holmes.livejournal.com[OOM: Baker Street, 221B
Holmes discovers that the door is obstinate.]
Holmes discovers that the door is obstinate.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:02 pmrobinton-harper.livejournal.comMasterharper, looking rather uneasy, is in the bar.
Zair is, too, of course.
Both of them rather getting used to a few layers that didn't used to be there before.
Come say hello.
Zair is, too, of course.
Both of them rather getting used to a few layers that didn't used to be there before.
Come say hello.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:03 pmamanda-darieux.livejournal.comThe sound of swords clashing can be heard echoing through the warehouse. Sparks fly as the man misses her and hits the pipe. Slash he strikes her in the chest. She retreats up the stairs and passes through the arch way and finds herself staring at a door. she quickly turns around, blade in hand until she recognizes she is in Milliways. She lowers her sword and places it back in her coat. She walks up to the bar and orders a scotch.
Her clothes look bloody and torn but she seems unharmed. Come and join her for a drink.
Her clothes look bloody and torn but she seems unharmed. Come and join her for a drink.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:08 pmbanished-to.livejournal.comEnter now | Heavy steps and grim
The goddess of the | dead unworthy
Forsaken by | the gods in Asgard
No heroes for her | Hel of Niflheim
Older than before | Still young
If not for her face | She might be wed
Grim Hel knows | well her fate
Feared by mortal | and god alike
Yet still she | is young and
Her grimness not | yet complete
She has yet to | lose the door
Some joy still lurks | within her
The goddess of the | dead unworthy
Forsaken by | the gods in Asgard
No heroes for her | Hel of Niflheim
Older than before | Still young
If not for her face | She might be wed
Grim Hel knows | well her fate
Feared by mortal | and god alike
Yet still she | is young and
Her grimness not | yet complete
She has yet to | lose the door
Some joy still lurks | within her
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:12 pmsinglesoledjest.livejournal.comMercutio in the quiet early morning bar, sprawled on a couch and humming softly to himself.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:20 pmchalky-rider.livejournal.comPollution is sitting in the bar. The table where he sits hasn't quite been cleaned well enough - oily streaks of dead drinks coat the surface and he shifts his head from side to side, watching rainbows.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:20 pmmiss-eyre.livejournal.comJane Eyre inna bar, her appearance much improved since her appearance in the bar the previous night. Her coiffure and clothing are once again immaculate and she has found a slim volume of poetry to read, while sipping on a costumary cup of tea. However, her attention cannot be held by the words upon her page, as she is far too engaged examining the various people in Milliways, eyes large and mouth slightly agape.
She finds herself inadequate at meeting such inmates as inhabit this bar, owing to her unfamiliarity with large crowds of people; both Lowood, her boarding house, and Thornfield had precious few residents whom she easily knew through proximity. Thus if she were to voice her apprehensions, she would request that others join her at her table.
She finds herself inadequate at meeting such inmates as inhabit this bar, owing to her unfamiliarity with large crowds of people; both Lowood, her boarding house, and Thornfield had precious few residents whom she easily knew through proximity. Thus if she were to voice her apprehensions, she would request that others join her at her table.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 12:28 pmawesome_lillyThe first edition of the Milliways Say True, for October 8, 2005 is now ON SALE at the bar, for the cost of whatever a paper would be in a patron's home world.
[ooc: for great realism and any reactions you want to do, if your pup buys a copy can they tag this post? that's what we're going to base circulation numbers off of for now. because we are crazy enough to have a fake paper with circulation numbers.]
[ooc: for great realism and any reactions you want to do, if your pup buys a copy can they tag this post? that's what we're going to base circulation numbers off of for now. because we are crazy enough to have a fake paper with circulation numbers.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 01:16 pmbadderthanyouDawn skips down the stairs, vaguely wondering if her friends, relatives, 'guestage' back home know she's gone, care, whatever.... the thought passes quickly enough at the new thought of food.
She goes to the bar and gets pizza and soda, then finds a little place off out of the way to sit and have lunch.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 01:33 pmbadinlatinMal's been in the bar for a while already. Bad night. Again.
Thusly, Mal goes to the Bar and picks up a handful of sugar cubes. He's gonna go outside for a bit, but you might catch him before he walks out the door.
[ooc: Please ping at serenitycapn before tagging, for great saving of brain and complete lack of lj notifications.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 02:04 pmflybywashAlong with lunch, Bar's given Wash another book, this one deceptively small for its weight: The Sky: Mystery, Magic and Myth. Hey, it's stories about the sky, and has a bunch of simplified Earth-That-Was star charts tucked in the back -- can't find a much better combination than that.
....Well, okay, maybe you could if you tossed in some dinosaurs, too. Everything's better with dinosaurs.
Anyway, he's paging through it curiously as he eats his blueberry pancakes. Interruptions wouldn't be unwelcome.
....Well, okay, maybe you could if you tossed in some dinosaurs, too. Everything's better with dinosaurs.
Anyway, he's paging through it curiously as he eats his blueberry pancakes. Interruptions wouldn't be unwelcome.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 02:46 pmlore-spinner.livejournal.comToday, Spider met hair gel.
And styling magazines.
... He did something very interesting.
It's rather like he took his own legs, and styled his hair after them.
He happens to be very proud of it.
And styling magazines.
... He did something very interesting.
It's rather like he took his own legs, and styled his hair after them.
He happens to be very proud of it.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 02:59 pmfaithful-slayer.livejournal.comFaith comes into the bar through the front doors, looking slightly rumpled - and wearing the same clothes she had on yesterday.
She's also grinning, and radiating 'smug.'
Somebody's been to see Max.
She's also grinning, and radiating 'smug.'
Somebody's been to see Max.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 03:14 pmpetraarkanian.livejournal.comPetra has a table with a book and a drink upon it, but she isn't there. She's dragging a string on the foor and laughing as a black and white Kitten pounces upon it.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 03:16 pmtea-and-honor.livejournal.comFox in the bar! Fox in the bar in a pink lengha (picture is large).
She's got tea, and Inari sushi. She may share the tea.
She's got tea, and Inari sushi. She may share the tea.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 03:26 pmkayip.livejournal.comBehrooz is sitting at a table, his bag on the floor next to next to his chair. He doesn't have anything, as the bar won't serve him during the day.
Instead, he's just staring at the door. He doesn't really have an excuse to put off going back any longer.
Any conversation to delay him would likely be welcome.
[ooc: mun is doing laundry, and so may disappear temporarily for that.] Laundry is done, yay!
Instead, he's just staring at the door. He doesn't really have an excuse to put off going back any longer.
Any conversation to delay him would likely be welcome.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 04:10 pmnamoNámo sits by the Observation Window and stares out blankly, his tea and the dish of pasta he had ordered on a whim gone cold. A long night spent staring at stars, coming to terms with many new realizations, and he finds he has little appetite. He is thoughtful, even if he does not seem it, and he would not mind company.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 04:33 pmlovesnotbroken.livejournal.comAllison wanders downstairs with a puppy tagging along behind her. She looks around for someone to talk to.
Out of Milliways
Oct. 9th, 2005 04:50 pm3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com>> October 9th, 2005: The Trainees
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Oct. 9th, 2005 05:19 pmpoetperry.livejournal.comNeil was contentedly curled up in his usual booth with a small mountain of school work around him. Every so often he'll shift and wince a little as if pained but just as immediately a blush breaks out across his face and he gets a stupid smile on his lips.
He had a mug of hot tea and a copy of the Say True newspaper open in front of him. He generally looks like a young man who wouldn't mind being disturbed if anyone would like to come over and ask him about the newspaper...or point and snicker at the blush and the goofy smile.
(ooc-running on slow time between being sick, doing chores and chasing child.)
He had a mug of hot tea and a copy of the Say True newspaper open in front of him. He generally looks like a young man who wouldn't mind being disturbed if anyone would like to come over and ask him about the newspaper...or point and snicker at the blush and the goofy smile.
(ooc-running on slow time between being sick, doing chores and chasing child.)
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Oct. 9th, 2005 05:24 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comThere is a Tony inna bar. At a table. Reading a newspaper. He's amused.
He might want to discuss a few articles with a certain reporter.
He might want to discuss a few articles with a certain reporter.
Note for Bernard.
Oct. 9th, 2005 05:35 pmbadinlatinWandering back in from the stable area, Mal stops by the bar before heading back to the ship.
"Give this to Bernard for me, would ya, Bar?"
( Note for Bernard )
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Oct. 9th, 2005 05:56 pmsai_delgado[OOM: Ingress comes to the stables to help Susan, and notices the thestral. What follows is a bittersweet discussion of death, the nature of Milliways, and the clearing at the end of the path.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 06:13 pmsai_delgadoSusan comes in through the lake door, shutting it quickly behind her against the chill of the damp autumn evening. A slight shiver goes through her as she turns and goes to the bar for hot chocolate.
Soon afterwards, she's curled up on the couch by the fireplace-- facing very noticeably away from the flame. The mug is cradled in both hands as she takes in the warmth of the cocoa. She's quiet-- not unhappy, mayhap, but evidently thoughtful.
Soon afterwards, she's curled up on the couch by the fireplace-- facing very noticeably away from the flame. The mug is cradled in both hands as she takes in the warmth of the cocoa. She's quiet-- not unhappy, mayhap, but evidently thoughtful.
Entry of an Esteemed Journalist
Oct. 9th, 2005 06:20 pmjed-leland.livejournal.comThrough the door enters a man of relative handsomeness and style. He's thoroughly boyish, questionably rich. He takes one look around the bar and breaks out into a grin. Ladies and gents, Jed Leland's got it made, and he doesn't even know why!
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Oct. 9th, 2005 06:37 pmgris_bug_manThe bar door opens and a tanned, well rested Grissom walks through. Those who have known him for a long time probably wouldn't recognize the expression of pure contentment on his face.
He sits, pulling out a stack of case reports. He would appreciate being bothered.
He sits, pulling out a stack of case reports. He would appreciate being bothered.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 06:40 pmguides-the-way.livejournal.comThere is a sofa - and it happens to have an assassin prince sprawling on it with a tankard of ale in his hand.
Not that he'll probably admit the assassin bit, or even the prince one. He has a mulitude of other professions at his fingertips after all...currently, he seems to be favouring the one that means he doesn't have to move.
He's a sociable guy, unless you're particularly evil. But if you're not, hurrah! Come and have a drink!
Not that he'll probably admit the assassin bit, or even the prince one. He has a mulitude of other professions at his fingertips after all...currently, he seems to be favouring the one that means he doesn't have to move.
He's a sociable guy, unless you're particularly evil. But if you're not, hurrah! Come and have a drink!
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Oct. 9th, 2005 06:52 pmmagius-unlocked.livejournal.comMagius is standing out by the lake, concentrating, hands outstretched before him. His staff stands by itself nearby, and his robes billow in a wind that has nothing to do with air and all to do with magic.
Above and in front of him, small rocks whiz about in different patterns, coming close to one another. Occasionally, they impact each other, which occasions swearing in several languages. But he continues, sweat on his brow, practicing magic and concentration.
Above and in front of him, small rocks whiz about in different patterns, coming close to one another. Occasionally, they impact each other, which occasions swearing in several languages. But he continues, sweat on his brow, practicing magic and concentration.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 06:55 pmballetrat*Meg comes in through the front door, and makes a beeline for the bar - and, just this once, it's not coffee she's looking for first, although that comes second.
Copies sold? Whatever the number, it leaves Meg looking rather pleased.*
Copies sold? Whatever the number, it leaves Meg looking rather pleased.*
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Oct. 9th, 2005 07:39 pmshaped-jeedai.livejournal.comThe door slides open, and three Jedi enter.
Tahiri is waving an apron at the other two and complaining very loudly that Zekk lost the bet, fair and square, and now he owes her dinner. With the apron.
Jaina's laughing at both of them, still in a good mood from last night's date with Jag. She's trying to stay neutral, but it's pretty apparent that she's really on Tahiri's side.
Come help the girls convince Zekk that he needs to learn how to cook?
[ooc: Three pups, two muns, one entrance post! Feel free to tag their argument if you want, or you can have Tahiri or the Joiners by themselves. If you don't specify who you want, we'll assume you don't mind having all three. :D]
Tahiri is waving an apron at the other two and complaining very loudly that Zekk lost the bet, fair and square, and now he owes her dinner. With the apron.
Jaina's laughing at both of them, still in a good mood from last night's date with Jag. She's trying to stay neutral, but it's pretty apparent that she's really on Tahiri's side.
Come help the girls convince Zekk that he needs to learn how to cook?
[ooc: Three pups, two muns, one entrance post! Feel free to tag their argument if you want, or you can have Tahiri or the Joiners by themselves. If you don't specify who you want, we'll assume you don't mind having all three. :D]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 07:53 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.com"I don't know how in the hell you got this number."
The door flies open, and a voice can be heard on the other side.
"I don't care. It's a cellphone. It shouldn't be listed..." ... "I don't care. I'm not writing your script. I have another film to do. Fuck off, Lucas."
Mark strides through the door, obviously annoyed, however, his entire expression changes as he walks in. It mightn't be the place he's looking for, but it's certainly -home-. Although, he really did need to use the bathroom he actually was looking for....
The door flies open, and a voice can be heard on the other side.
"I don't care. It's a cellphone. It shouldn't be listed..." ... "I don't care. I'm not writing your script. I have another film to do. Fuck off, Lucas."
Mark strides through the door, obviously annoyed, however, his entire expression changes as he walks in. It mightn't be the place he's looking for, but it's certainly -home-. Although, he really did need to use the bathroom he actually was looking for....
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Oct. 9th, 2005 07:56 pmdevils-dandy.livejournal.comMontparnasse had made the mistake of wondering what people were wearing in Paris currently. Bar decided to humour his curiosity. So he's in the bar, at a booth, with several fashion magazines. He's also just finishing off a drink and meal.
Flipping through the magazines absently, he is on occasion, chuckling or rolling his eyes at particularly amusing pictures.
Come find out what's so funny.
Flipping through the magazines absently, he is on occasion, chuckling or rolling his eyes at particularly amusing pictures.
Come find out what's so funny.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 07:56 pmpolitestpirate.livejournal.comThere is a clock in his room. And a calender.
( Tick Tock )
Now, however, the people in the bar are a welcome, needed distraction from watching the clock, watching his hands shake, and watching the floorboards in his room. Wellard keeps his hands around a cup of tea, sitting at a booth. More for something for his hands to hold than to drink. He has not been able to keep much down in the past week, and given that and the withdrawal, rather looks like a wreck in a midshipman's uniform.
( Tick Tock )Now, however, the people in the bar are a welcome, needed distraction from watching the clock, watching his hands shake, and watching the floorboards in his room. Wellard keeps his hands around a cup of tea, sitting at a booth. More for something for his hands to hold than to drink. He has not been able to keep much down in the past week, and given that and the withdrawal, rather looks like a wreck in a midshipman's uniform.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:07 pmcreator_ravenSomewhere in the bar, probably in some incredibly obvious location (because he is a vain creature, and he likes to be looked at), there is a Raven.
He is not going to say 'nevermore', not even if you pay him.
He might, however offer you a cookie.
There's one way to find out.
He is not going to say 'nevermore', not even if you pay him.
He might, however offer you a cookie.
There's one way to find out.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:18 pmunique-moments.livejournal.comSamantha's in the bar!
With an oreo milkshake, yummm!
Come and chat!
With an oreo milkshake, yummm!
Come and chat!
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:24 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.comTonight, Antigone feels like having hot soup for supper.
Yes, soup. Actual food. Point this out, and she will scowl at you.
Right now, she's sitting in a booth, legs tucked under her. She stirs her soup idly with her spoon as she waits for it to cool, watching the other patrons go about their business. Her gaze occasionally comes to rest on one individual or another, and if she's caught looking, well, it doesn't particularly bother her.
Yes, soup. Actual food. Point this out, and she will scowl at you.
Right now, she's sitting in a booth, legs tucked under her. She stirs her soup idly with her spoon as she waits for it to cool, watching the other patrons go about their business. Her gaze occasionally comes to rest on one individual or another, and if she's caught looking, well, it doesn't particularly bother her.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:39 pmkitchen_maidAmy is here, tea near at hand, and bent over an embroidery hoop. She's a little surprised by the fact, honestly, as she's never especially enjoyed embroidery. But a part of her wants to see if she can remember how.
It's going quite well, now that she's stopped Simon Perryvall from chewing through the thread.
But she'd very much like someone to talk to while she works.
Come say hello?
It's going quite well, now that she's stopped Simon Perryvall from chewing through the thread.
But she'd very much like someone to talk to while she works.
Come say hello?
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:49 pmundignifiedAfter this (millitimed to today for great yay!), Wes is still at the Bar, finishing off that whiskey.
And ordering a third.
Mmm... better make that a fourth.
He's funny when he's drunk, and vaping talkative, too.
And ordering a third.
Mmm... better make that a fourth.
He's funny when he's drunk, and vaping talkative, too.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 08:52 pmlt-naraht.livejournal.comNaraht is once again making hir way back into the bar, rather dusty and weary after a long day of plowing under the garden beds. The Horta is also whistling a tune. I'm not sure if it's a good thing that John Denver's "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" has survived to the twenty-third century, but apparently it has and Naraht has heard it.
Anyone want to buy the Horta a graphite?
Anyone want to buy the Horta a graphite?
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:30 pmwithamagicwordBilly is awake and outside tonight, sitting on a branch in a tree that stands at the edge of the forest. He is smiling as he stargazes and watches the forest sometimes.
He is wrapped in a warm and rather huge blanket as the night wind seems a bit cold to him.
He is wrapped in a warm and rather huge blanket as the night wind seems a bit cold to him.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:38 pmspark-girl.livejournal.comAgatha strides through the front door of the bar, looking rather annoyed and scribbling something on a notepad.
"Stupid Von Zinzer, just because the Baron thinks he's a spark, thinks he can order me around . . ."
The sudden change in lighting gets her attention, and she looks around. A look of surprise, then relief and recognition settles on her face. With a small smile, she settles on a stool by Bar. Giving the surface a friendly pat, she recieves a cup of tea and a plate of scones with clotted cream.
"It's good to be back, I must say."
"Stupid Von Zinzer, just because the Baron thinks he's a spark, thinks he can order me around . . ."
The sudden change in lighting gets her attention, and she looks around. A look of surprise, then relief and recognition settles on her face. With a small smile, she settles on a stool by Bar. Giving the surface a friendly pat, she recieves a cup of tea and a plate of scones with clotted cream.
"It's good to be back, I must say."
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:38 pmhenry_fitzroyThe door opens, bringing with it a cold gust of air, and the number of vampires in Milliways goes up by one.
Henry, as always, looks a little startled to be here, but he takes it with good grace and heads for the bar.
Henry, as always, looks a little startled to be here, but he takes it with good grace and heads for the bar.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:43 pmwhitewitch-thea.livejournal.comThea inna bar, pacing with a book on evil possession. Be careful she doesn't bump into you and pretend she isn't hiding a copy of Say True between the pages.
[OOC: And since mun actually has time now this entrance post will not need to be deleted.]
[OOC: And since mun actually has time now this entrance post will not need to be deleted.]
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:47 pmawesome_lillyLilly has gone straight to the bar to check on the Say True's sales figures. Judging by the smile, they didn't suck. This is the one of the best moods she's been in all week.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 09:52 pmbackwardname.livejournal.comA lawyer and his Doberman step into the bar.
They're very wet, and Campbell's normally tanned face is a bit whiter. His hands are shaking. Judge is softly whining.
But Campbell's also got a quirked smile on his face, now.
"Thank God. I think maybe we can stay here until the Apocalypse is over, Judge."
He still looks like he's about to tip over.
The menu from the Tavern on the Green is still in his hand, crushed into a small ball due to anxiety.
Come help him. Give the dog some food. Offer him tea. It's all good, except if you're back in New York.
They're very wet, and Campbell's normally tanned face is a bit whiter. His hands are shaking. Judge is softly whining.
But Campbell's also got a quirked smile on his face, now.
"Thank God. I think maybe we can stay here until the Apocalypse is over, Judge."
He still looks like he's about to tip over.
The menu from the Tavern on the Green is still in his hand, crushed into a small ball due to anxiety.
Come help him. Give the dog some food. Offer him tea. It's all good, except if you're back in New York.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:27 pmagirllostKim's in the bar and reading her copy of the newspaper. For the first time in a few days she doesn't have her iPod with her and seems to be in a better mood.
She's just finished dinner and might like to meet some new people.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:32 pmprettyhelen.livejournal.comIn between all the days events, Helen leaves a note for Asar-Suti at the Bar.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:36 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting in a booth, with a pair of juggling balls, which he's tossing up and down experimentally. If it works for one person, chances are it'll work for another.
Distractions are good. He would like to be distracted. Preferably in a good way but beggers can't be choosers.
Distractions are good. He would like to be distracted. Preferably in a good way but beggers can't be choosers.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:44 pmnofaceforme.livejournal.comOnce again, the appearance of the Question in Milliways. Currently, seated in a booth, with a stack of cookies and a glass of milk.
Yet, he does not seem to be eating.
One must wonder how a faceless man managed to eat, anyway.
Yet, he does not seem to be eating.
One must wonder how a faceless man managed to eat, anyway.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:44 pmgorlim.livejournal.comAfter a great deal of hemming and hawing and FINALLY getting his mun to quit dissecting moral philosophy long enough to write an entry post, Gorlim is in the bar!!! And unlike his mun, he has no interest in telling people about his views on redemption, or the nature of good and evil, or the shape of one's soul, or predestination, or what some French idiot named Roland did, or why it's important that his sword was named Durindal. So don't ask him. Because he doesn't want to hear about it. And he doesn't want to hear about that damnfool Marsilion, or Beowulf, or the difference between an alder and a birch catkin, or how all of this is related, or why it fucking matters.
In fact, Gorlim has a very shiny sword and will personally "Durindal" your face until your own mother wouldn't recognize you if you bring any of that nonsense up.
So as long as we all understand this, he'll be happy to talk about just about anything else. He won't even object to interrogations concerning the bandage around his hand, or the twigs in his hair, or why he smells like moss, or what he's doing sitting at a booth with a pile of feathers and a knife. Although he also might not give you a straight answer. Depends on who you are, really.
In fact, Gorlim has a very shiny sword and will personally "Durindal" your face until your own mother wouldn't recognize you if you bring any of that nonsense up.
So as long as we all understand this, he'll be happy to talk about just about anything else. He won't even object to interrogations concerning the bandage around his hand, or the twigs in his hair, or why he smells like moss, or what he's doing sitting at a booth with a pile of feathers and a knife. Although he also might not give you a straight answer. Depends on who you are, really.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 10:49 pmanthy-rosebride.livejournal.comAnthy's sitting by the fireplace, slowly emptying a teapot and a bowl of noodles. Her right arm is sore and visibly stiff, but she looks content.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 11:36 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam strides into the bar and looks around for people he knows.
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Oct. 9th, 2005 11:42 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael and Maria are in the bar.
Maria is dozing on Michael's shoulder, holding an equally sleepy baby, while he tries not to move too much.
Maria is dozing on Michael's shoulder, holding an equally sleepy baby, while he tries not to move too much.
