(no subject)

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Strahan's back in the bar again.

Wearing pyjamas, housecoat and slippers - all in matching cheetah print.

As well as toting a grumpy Sakti on his shoulder who is staring daggers at the Chester Cheetah plushie he forgot he was still carrying. Or maybe it's hunger. With raptors it's hard to tell just what emotion they're feeling when their expressions are the same for all of them.

It looks like he can't sleep; his mind is so busy.

Poor thing.

[The mun is wondering just how many times one can integrate the cheetah plot into a simple entry post, but apparently she is giving it her level best.]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Distract his mun from horrid cramps, if you would. Pet the not'kitty that's lying there on the bar. They'd both appreciate it.*

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

It isn't normal for Rachel to drift through the bar without at least touching the floor. Unfortunately, tonight isn't a normal night. Flames lick along her skin and she seems rather...introspective. One coudl almost say worried, but women on fire don't worry do they?

Of course not.

A brief stop at the Bar and then she heads outside, finally setting foot upon the surface of the lake and simply pacing back and forth along the water, flame drifting and dancing along in her wake.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*Sitting at a table with a turkey-bacon-and-tomato sandwich, a Coke, and one of his ubiquitous notepads.*

*He's actually paying more attention to the food than to the notes, though, which is probably a sign that things are going well.*

*Come say hi!*

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The search continues.]

(no subject)

[prydeful]

She's drinking coffee.

Kitty's decided that tomorrow she'll go back to work.

Which, alright, she hasn't told Edmund yet, but she totally will.

Really.

But right now, she's drinking coffee.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon is back in the bar. He frowns a bit when he walks in, looks around...and then heads upstairs straight away. He looks better than he has done in a while, which possibly isn't all that surprising. Still, temporarily living in another universe doesn't stop him having to deal with some issues that are obviously important.

He emerges a while later carrying a well packed bag, walks to the bar and asks for some paper and a pen. There's a retreat into a booth to write something down, then he goes back to the bar. 'Make sure he gets it please.'

( Letter for Arithon )

Then he orders tequila, fighting back the urge for tea and hoping that there's not going to be another scene today. The last one literally nearly killed him.

[OOC: Warning in the first OOM for - obviously - smut. Language in the second one.]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is utterly white as she walks, slowly, back into the bar. She moves as if she has to concentrate very hard on remembering how.

Do what you have to do.

There is blood on her hands.

This is what you didn't stop.

She spots Andrew.


[ooc: plot locked, thanks!]

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric innabar.
He's curled up with a blanket and a mug of purple cocoa in one of the comfy chairs near the fire, he's got a book of fairytales open in his lap, but he seems to be nodding off instead of reading. Maybe someone should rescue the cocoa, or the book, whichever.

(wee hours of the morning, I know, slowtime tags are teh lurve.)

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's sitting in an armchair by the fire, working on The Wizard of Oz again. It's slow going -- English letters are, for him -- but he's most of the way through it by now.

The bar is crowded, as it usually is, and noisy. So Alain didn't hear the single gunshot in the greenhouse a short while ago.

He turns a page, and sips his coffee.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

After this, Hank wandered for awhile and then finally went to sleep deeply.

This morning he is awake and in the bar, looking somewhat the worse for wear, but less so than yesterday. He has breakfast and a book he is reading on space-time phenomenon, trying to distract himself from things.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht spent the night out in the garden. After all, as much as he's grown, he's not sure if it's exactly safe to use the Dendromys to climb the stairs.

But it wasn't too chilly a night and he's certainly used to 'sleeping rough' from the weeks he's spent on the Romulan homeworld. The Horta comes into the Bar in search of breakfast, but a note appears with his granite and limestone. Unfortunately, it's not written with infrared ink, so it takes a while for him to make it out.

When he does, his fringe curls under him in anxiety.

"Couldn't you have waited until I got back, Lincoln?" he whispers. "Mother watch over you...and you'd damn well better come back alive, or, so help me, I'll find a way over there and..."

The whispered threat trails off as the unwelcome memory of the deaths of Romulans by his 'hand' crowds in. Naraht pushes away his breakfast tray. His appetite is now quite gone.

We have a Horta in need of a mother hen. Any takers?

(no subject)

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

[OOM: "The noise was strange to him; a bit like the crack of someone apparating, but not quite."]

(no subject)

[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

The Knight had meant to be going through to his Lady's sitting room. The door hadn't functioned as a portal to the strange tavern for days, and he'd almost given up on the place as a fever-dream, one of the hallucinations he gets during his hour. But here he is again.

He looks a little puzzled, then shrugs and moves further in so as not to block the door.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Andrew looked quietly satisfied as he took a seat at the bar and ordered himself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. He'd had a fairly good week thusfar, rounding out his run with Death of a Salesman on Sunday to continued accolades. Nothing mind-blowing, but good, solid reviews. He had several new prospects lined up already.

Woobie inna bar. Say hi, whether you know him or not. He's cute; you know you want to.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is outs by the lake working on her forms. It is easy to see that she is having touble consintrating.

She would welcome a distraction other than her thoughts.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara normally isn't in the bar this early, but she couldn't stay asleep. She is reclining on a couch, a small blond girl clinging to her.

She is singing softly.

Cool breeze and autumn leaves
Slow motion daylight
A lone pair of watchful eyes
Oversee the living
Feel the presence all around
A tortured soul
A wound unhealing
No regrets or promises
The past is gone
But you can still be free
If time will set you free...

[ooc: "You Can Still Be Free", by Savage Garden]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Yawning and rubbing at his face with one hand, a suit-clad parapsychologist wanders through the front door of Milliways and plops himself down at the Bar.

"Gimme something I can't get anywhere else but here, please, Bar?"

Big glass of green stuff and a basket of fried paradoxes.

"Spasiba, Bar, I appreciate it."

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

There is a geeky, very normal looking man sitting in a booth.

Bruce is reading technical manuals on the science of radiative emisions. There is a plate of hamburger and fries nearby which he is slowly eating as he reads.

He looks up and glances around the bar every now and then, his eyes bright, before looking back at the food or the book.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog has been keeping a rather low profile over the last couple of days. Too much tension in the bar, too many people she doesn't want to run into.

But this morning, she can be found in her usual spot, curled up in an armchair by the fire. With hot chocolate instead of tea. Feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace... is in the bar. Curled up in her comfy chair. With a mug of cocoa.

She doesn't look too perky.

She doesn't even know about Meg yet.

It's gonna be a looooong day.

(ooc: Off to class, will be back in an hour and a half, approximately. Depending on if food is easily attainable afterwards Back!)

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion had wandered in earlier. And since wandering in, had found a bath and washed up.

Yes, washed up. As often as he fought with his Aunt Pol concerning baths during the wintertime, being covered with ichor and blood did nothing good for anyone's mood or smell and thus he'd washed up before going to see his wife.

The move had paid off well and thus he was downstairs, looking neatly groomed if a little damp.

(no subject)

[sensitive_cop]

There's a police detective sitting at the bar, enjoying a cup of coffee and a donut. Okay, it's horribly cliche, but hey - donut!





[ooc: mun + work = arg! slowtime probable]

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

The mun is sick as a dog and thus has a slight reason for not being in the bar lately, but manages to drag her pup's grumpy ass into the game.

Once more she's sitting at a noticable table, She's got a pad and paper, and there's a large block lettered sign infront of her.

Attention all Warrior's and Would be Warriors
If you have signed up to be a teacher and have not given me your subject list yet, please do so now. I will be waiting til Friday, then will remove you for the list. You can apply again when I take more applications.
Someone trying to kill you? Have a big war to fight? Need to smush some bullies dead? Work a dangerous job in which you are attacked very very often? Sign up to learn some new tricks. Everything from Weapons to hand to hand combat and martial arts. Taking in students now

She figures thats big enough.

Waits paitently.

...just about going bonkers, thanks

[oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com]

We're at almost a week here and I'm just about to go round the bend. No Bobbi. No Escott. Luckily, I'd managed to snag a bag of my home earth but it was cold comfort at best and no where near as good as home.

I make my way down the steps and order my usual (well, what's become my usual here) before dropping onto a stool and leaning one arm on the counter. My perch gives me a perfect view of the wall that was once a door and I plan to sit it out until it becomes a door again because there's no way in hell I'm getting stuck here permanently.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes out of her room and heads for the Office. Just for routine, just an everyday thing.

When she emerges, she's sheet-white, and shaking, and the tears are already starting to come.

She's seen Cuthbert's note.

Twinkletoes. Oh, Meg...

She doesn't seem to be seeing anything or anybody, just now.

(no subject)

[firmus-piett.livejournal.com]

Teenage girl, tea, and books. And scowls. Do not forget the scowls. And sighs. And so on. Something is Not Happy there.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes down the stairs slowly. She's been up all night, and it shows in the pallor of her face and the dark smudges under her eyes.

The fact that she's been sitting up with her best friend's body shows in the expression, or lack thereof, on her face.

She moves to the bar and writes a brief note.

"Bar, if anyone asks you about the arrangements for Meg Giry's.... her funeral, give this to them, okay? It'll just tell them I'm handling it and to come see me if they need to."

The note disappears, and a mug of coffee almost the same size as Meg's ever-filling one appears. Lilly stares at it for a second, than takes a quick drink. It's too hot, but swallowing it keeps her from crying.

For now.

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

It's cold and wet outside—quite miserable, and certainly no fun. She feels on top of her game for the most part, so Goldilocks decided to cut the day's hunting short and take an early lunch.

Windswept, ruddy cheeked and boots spattered with mud, the blonde tramps back into the bar and picks out a table near the fireplace. There she props her rifle against an empty chair and slings her coat over the seat. Not the fur coat, mind you. Though warm, it would be inappropriate for hunting or practices in the woods since it has a rather distinctive smell and tends restrict movement a little. Apart from that, she'd hate to get it dirty.

A chunky vegetable soup and some coffee are soon brought over by the ever-attentive Tashka.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

[OOM: And the day just keeps getting better...

Also, Catherine extends her sympathy and big hugs to everyone involved with Meg Giry, and lets you all know that you made her Mun cry. *sniffle* :(]

(no subject)

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Charles comes into the bar, looking a little dazed -- and wet. He's just been to the greenhouse, and would very much like an explanation.

As it is, you can find him near the fire, with a steaming cup of tea, and a very confused look on his face.

[ooc: Will beg slowtime in 20 minutes. Not here right now. Tags still welcome from anyone. And if there is anyone that Charles knows who shows up in the bar, please expect a tag from him when I get back.]

(no subject)

[not-lupe-caz.livejournal.com]

Caz backs into the bar. Hearing the noise of the patrons behind him, he spins, his hand automatically going for the sword that... is not on his left hip. When he sees some of the less human looking patrons his eyes widen and he freezes. But after a still moment, he straitens and deliberately smoothes his tunic. When he raises his head to scan the bar, his eyes are merely wide. Not panicked. “Sweet Lady of Spring ...” he breathes.

Where am I?

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Millitimed to last night, after Lilly tells Andrew about Meg, she and Andrew go back to the greenhouse.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

One Guppy inna bar, drinking tea and reading the paper.
He nearly managed to persuade himself to go home this morning. Maybe he'll try again later.

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( The one with the meltdowns... )


[Waffles in 134: Things are as close to normal as you could hope for in this special Fall episode. But news has a habit of spreading fast in Milliways. Mildly funny quickly becomes incredibly unfunny for both room mates. Guest starring: Raph, and a crap load of white text.]

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

By the power of Millitime, Magius is in the bar, at the Bar, drinking a diet coke, something Billy introduced him too. He is dressed in his usual white robes and his staff is leaning against the Bar next to him.

He is fidgeting and orders a book from bar, bending his head to read it as a distraction. His eyes are glowing a purple color the entire time.

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina's working out frustration, broodiness, and the kinks in her back by sparring out by the lake. She's currently shadowboxing, ducking and dodging, weaving and bobbing, as she works up a sweat.

She wouldn't mind a welcome distraction.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Standard operating procedure folks: post NOT locked, but please either ping me at ruvixcube on AOL or tag here before tagging post. Thanks!

Oh dear. They're back. And this time, they're bored.

"Bar! GIVE US THINGS."

Bar, as is her way, does give them things. A box, a plastic spoon, a lightbulb and some feathers.

The Three look to themselves, the bar, then back at themselves.

Not amusing, dear Bar. "Give us things we can make stuff with." The box, spoon, lightbulb and feathers disappear, to be replaced by a few books, crayons and paper.

"How about you give us-" The box, spoon, lightbulb and feathers reappear, along with a stuffed animal (cow).

Glaring, Shock takes the things and flings them into the giant Tub next to her. The sleeping puffskein snorts, opens one eye, flicks its tongue at the objects, then settles back into slumber.

All are welcome to wander over to their booth in the corner and inquire about the random array of stuff they've accumulated.

But be forewarned, tis the Foul Month. Expect tricks.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes in through the front door, looking tired and unhappy. As far as he's concerned, the frustrating meeting with the Watcher's Council was just last night.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting in a booth, dog sprawled asleep in the other side, eating his breakfast.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael and Maria are sitting together by the Bar, baby in his carrier perched on the stool between them. Michael's just having his coffee before he heads back to work.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche floats in through the painting portal.

Yes, floats. A foot off the floor.

Rabbit taught him thread magic, two days ago.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie comes downstairs, carrying the kitten in his hands this time, and sits down in a corner to watch the room.

He knows something's not right, more than just his unease at this time of year. He just doesn't know what, exactly.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo. Coffee and cigarette. By the fire.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel.

(Insert vaguely edda-like poetry here).

7'+ a bunch.

Hidden left side.

Passersby may note a resemblance to Svava.

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

Wandering away from talking to Magius, Billy claims a seat at a table by himself.

He looks confused, almost, and his face is sad.

He munches half-heartedly at a oreo cookie, from a plateful he has, as he watches the bar with eyes that dont see so much as stare off into space.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim stumbles slowly from the staff wing. He looks rather disheveled, both from his talk with his wife last night, and from the news he got this morning.

He lays one hand softly on the bar.

"Coffee, please."

It's a rare request from him. And it is more in honor of the departed then any sense of taste. And then a thought occurs to him.

He quickly moseys down to a clear spot on the bar, and whispers quietly to it. Within moments, a steaming mug of coffee, a pair of ballet slippers, and something that looks oddly like a pensieve appears on the bar. Tim carefully pulls a single white candle from his sleeve and sets it up behind the three. With a twitch of his fingers, it lights.

A vigil for a fallen comrade. Why not?

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth eating lunch.
He finally got hungry, which is probably a good sign. In front of him are a couple of large books and his sign.

The doctor is in

He no longer has the bandage on his left hand, and there are small, nearly healed cuts on the back.

[ooc: EDIT Mun has gone to formal dinner. Back probably about 9pmish GMT]

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim's outside stretching after her run. She finished some garden work earlier and luckily it's a little warmer today.

Feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

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

OOM: Last night there was a gunshot, and he heard.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits at the piano, oblivious to d00m.

Though he doesn't know why he wants to open the evening with this song, either.

( I don't get many things right the first time )

Sometimes a song is just a song. Sometimes a singer just wants to sing.

OOM

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Earlier today, Anne and Elaine go on an outing to the woods. Slowtimed.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Valley of Roses.]

(no subject)

[deserved_it]

After last night's duel and subsequent events, Eustace is feeling a good deal more solemn than normal. The general bar atmosphere seems to reflect his feelings, though for very different reasons.

He doesn't know that, of course, as he settles himself at a table. No chess set today.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal's most vivid hallucination to date. Warning for specters of dead childhood friend. -wiiiiiiince-]

Mal looks like hell. He's sleeping, but the circles under his eyes aren't going away.

"You should be dead too, you know."

Moving awkwardly to the eyes of those that know him, Mal picks up a mug of coffee and some origami paper and finds a table.

"You'll lose. You'll always lose; you already have lost."

And no, he has no clue about Meg either.

[ooc: This is Mal's last entrance before movieplot ensues. Have at while supplies last! *ETA* Off to dinner, back in 30. Back!]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna exits the staff quarters and lightly thumps her head against the closed door for a moment before walking to the bar. Thayet once told her that she looks horrible when she cries. It's true. Swallowing hard, she sits down and buries her head in her hands, absently rubbing her swollen eyes.*

[OOC: Mun must flee for dinner. Back later.] Back now!

(no subject)

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Charles?

Still by the fire. Confused, slightly dazed, tea. No longer wet, though.

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven comes into the bar, dressed in jeans and a long sleeved shirt- some varying degree of blue of course.

She asks Bar for a piece of paper and pen, scribbling a note to
( Arithon or anyone who knows where he may be. )

After setting the note on the bar, she ordered hot apple cider and headed with a book towards a booth by the observation window.

Out of Milliways: In the greenhouse

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Our dance is turned into mourning... )

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Sometimes, you need to use wizardry for something totally frivilous.

Which is why Nita is playing with a wizard light -- dimming it, brightening it, changing the colors, changing the shape. . .

Shiny.

She is unaware of woe, though she's got a slight feeling of unease.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

There's a table near the middle of the bar. A rather familiar one, in fact. It is, at the moment, covered in papers. Some written on, some not, and a laptop computer. Those who know such things might hear strains of Linkin Park coming out of Val's headphones, along with other less-recognizable, but similarly noisy, music.

Also on the table is a sign written in numerous languages and alphabets. Notable are Aurebesh, Antarian, Huttese, English, Italian, German, Russian, Spanish, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin, along with a few others. All of them say "Go away". However, there's a look in Val's eyes, when she's not typing furiously, or scribbling, that would counteract the sign. Do come talk to her.

[OOC: Note: To anyone who would have powers to note this, Val is at the moment an empathic dead spot. She puts off no emotion at all, and would seem to be taking in no emotion. Might be a bit startling for a woman who is usually shining with emotion.]

(no subject)

[tris-chandler.livejournal.com]

Tris is sitting at the bar. Chime is beside her, sleeping.

Tris has a basket full of glass flames. There are red ones and blue ones and green ones.

Her braids a partly undone, and she is doing something with heat and lightning to bend loops in the narrow end of the flames.

If you bother her, she might give you one.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is settled in a booth, eating cookies and scrawling something into a notebook.

He might be waiting for something.

Then again, he might just be distracted.

He's opaque, like that.

Sometimes.

(no subject)

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

Because the mun has completely given up on midterms, Witch Baby is sitting at a table in the bar. She's been in and out for the past couple weeks, taking photos of people. Now that she's gotten what she needs from Bar, she's started to develop some of them.

The first batch - around thirty photos of at least as many people - are spread on the table in front of her. She doesn't know who everybody is, so if anyone happens to see themselves or someone they know in a photo, they might want to come look.

Then again, she thinks, looking around at the unusually quiet group, maybe it's not the night for that.

But if it is, she'll be around, sorting through pictures.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's in the bar, headphones on, and cd player sitting next to her, with a new cd that Bar gave her with her cereal this morning.

Come and chat with her! It'd be of great help to the mun who is twitching because she has to babysit evil children.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. That's all.



He's just come from the office.

(no subject)

[how-pathetic.livejournal.com]

Sesshoumaru, comes into the bar after telling the others that he would return soon and in better spirits, as he thinks about what he just saw a few weeks ago. He knows that his father is died, but that was just scary to him even though he was a full demon. He has on a calm and straight face, as he sits down at the bar.

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Elizabeth and Raina meet up in the forest.]

(no subject)

[tweak-ears.livejournal.com]

Inuyasha, has had and more then tring day as he wants to com into the bar and relax, if he can. But as he walks in he smells something that doesn't please him. His brother. He doesn't say anything to him, as he sits a few stools away from him and orders two drinks of his usual. "Here, that this and please brother I don't want to fight here. I have had a long day."

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar, feeling somewhat relaxed tonight, and looks around for friends.*

*She hasn't heard yet.*

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman out back, brooding.
And no he doesn't know the news.
He had only spoken with Meg a few times here and there.

Want to enlighten him, or stare at the moody Ghostbuster?

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was around. Having a cuppa again, and reading.
He mainly knew of Meg through Andrew, and it was albeit brief.
Another one who's clueless of the news.

Feel free to stop by.

(no subject)

[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Chris and Xander go on a date. Millitimed to Saturday night. Beware of shadow puppets, discussion of coffee in far too much detail, and much schmoop.]

(no subject)

[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

Chris enters the bar from Jack's rooftop garden, looking puzzled. There are advantages to divinity--feeling the emotions of those dear to you is usually one of them.

But this ache--this troubles him.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

After Elaine's outing with Anne, she comes into the bar to have dinner, looking a good deal better than she has in several days--though there's a touch of disturbance around the edges. There's something bugging her, something trying to poke at the corner of her mind that she's not quite getting.

Those things tend to come out eventually, so she's not very fussed about that.

She knows nothing of the doom that might have transpired since she was in the bar last.

Someone might like to let her know what's happened.

So she's at a table, eating stew, bread, and...Cherry Coke. The bar is still denying her beer.

Just as well, really.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

Bernard and Tonks are seated in a corner booth, sipping tea and holding hands, talking quietly.

They're both also keeping a sharp eye on the bar.

There's a wand on the table in front of Tonks, too.



[OOC: Please ping one of us before tagging. We're both feeling under the weather, and cannot handle a lot of threads. Cheers.]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain comes in from afternoon chores in the stables, brushing hay off his jeans. It's getting colder -- nearly time to acquire a coat. Closer to harvest each day.

It fits the mood, today.

He settles in on the couch with coffee. No book, not today. He's keeping an eye out for people.

(no subject)

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is in the bar and knows nothing about what is going on..she sits at a table reading a book.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie comes out for Happy Hour; looking around, he sees a lot of shocked and depressed faces.

He thinks fast.

A few minutes later, Eddie's back out, behind the bar in a dark suit. He writes:

Happy Hour is canceled tonight.

The Bar is still open

and a bartender is available

if you need somebody to talk to

or just want a drink.

He turns back to the somber crowd and shoves his hands in his pockets, wrecking the lines of his suit.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is here, embroidery hoop in hand, because she's discovered she actually kind of likes embroidery, now that no one expects her to do it. She's curled up in an armchair, tea nearby, making careful, precise stitches on a square of linen.

She doesn't know what happened, and doesn't know most of the people involved, and is therefore possibly the least angsty person in the room.

Let's see how long that lasts.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and in walks Asar-Suti, the Seker, dark god of the Ihlini.

Trying not to walk like a gorilla. Because he definitely isn't one. Any more, that is.

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[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is inna booth in the bar. Her drink of choice tonight is a Southern Comfort on the rocks. It's partially gone, though there's an empty glass next to her that seems to have at one point contained that very drink a little earlier.

There is a deep scratch on her right cheek, as well, being that her shirt doesn't have sleeves, the scratches on her arm are very evident. The only sign from this afternoon's scuffle that isn't showing are the scratches on her neck, that are very hidden under her hair.

Come tap the wereleopard lightly and find out what happen. Though I don't suggest poking, as she's in a rather poor mood this night.

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Anita is in the bar, no sign, but if you are looking for her ceritanally come up and see her.

She has notes to write up, and so she has a pencil a peice of paper, and a Lap top open showing 'Land of the Living dead.'

There is much snorting and eye rolling from the Animator.

Come say hi and distract her.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes back down from the room with Meg's body in it, holding a piece of paper covered in somewhat messy handwriting. Nita had done her spell, and Meg's... well. Lilly sat there for a little while after Nita left, looking at Meg's still pale face. She hated it. Hated seeing Meg look so cold and sad, hated the way her eyes kept sliding up to the hole in her forehead, hated seeing Meg so goddamn dead.

The Meg in her head is dancing and laughing and drunkenly painting toenails. That's the Meg she loves and fuck-commala, that's the one she's going to honor in the best way she knows how.

She lays the paper on the bar, and whispers instructions.

A moment later, her tab has gone up considerably, and there is a special edition of the Milliways Say True on sale. It's just one page.

Lilly nods, and finds a booth where she curls up with her notebook. There are still things to be done, after all. Even now.

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[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

What in the world does Charles need tarps for?

You could ask and find out. He's on his way out the door, actually.

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[sai_delgado]

[OOM: In the first light of early morning, Susan Allgood is already outside.]

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[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Rae sat near the observation window, fairly oblivious to the happenings around her. If it didn't involve her or a friend directly she likely didn't care.

Right now she was looking through an old book, carefully turning the pages and peering at them with great care. A spell book for those who would recognize it as such; working on helping a friend- or so she hoped.

A pot of tea sits on the table as well as a cup and a bowl of sugar. A plate of fudge also sits mostly uneaten next to the pot of tea.

She'd welcome a chat if anyone felt so inclined.

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[sai_delgado]

Sometime after the last sunlight fades from the sky, the lake door opens and Susan comes in, half-lost in a bulky jacket over a too-large button-shirt, thin with wear and the passing of time. Her hair is braided, although it seems twigs have caught at it-- and some few are caught there still.

She avoids the bar and the couch by the fireplace, going straight to an isolated back booth. She curls up in a corner there, knees drawn up and chin resting on them, staring absently into space.

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

Smeagol appears, without any ceremony. He smells of space and blood and explosions. He is crying silently, big tears rolling down his face.

He has his shard of glass - it changes shape slowly, graceful, lyrical shapes. Water and air, hydrogen burning, blood and stars. There are colors now.

It pauses, a little glass woman in mid-dance. Smeagol lowers the finger controlling it, and it falls onto the floor and shatters.

He falls too, lands in a chair, and puts his head in his hands.

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Following this brief conversation, Gavroche is huddled under a table to the side of the room, back against the wall, sobbing.

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[the_antiangst]

They say these things come in threes, sometimes.
That's where I work, I dance - help me look?
Really, the first thing was more of an annoyance, in the greater scheme of things. But if the second's this bad, Angel hates to think what the third might end up being.
No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasm, chiropractor, short careers, eating disorders!
He knows it's not necessarily over. This is Milliways, after all. That doesn't really mean it hurts any less, though. And it doesn't help that two days ago he was commenting on Meg and Lilly's luck that they weren't dead or worse yet.
(You realize it all along, something in our story wrong...)
He's on one of the couches by the fireplace, armed with notebook and hot chocolate - and oversized sweatshirt, since the two people he'd really like to talk to might not be around at the moment - and he's trying to figure out a way through this mess.
Someone's got to hold everyone else together, after all.
(...You stop dancing.)

(OOC: Not a good night to meet Angel for the first time, terribly sorry. If you know him, though, do come and try to distract him.
End whitetext from "Helpless Dancer" by the Who.)

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[renevatio.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Now that they've made it back into the Merrick Institute, Lincoln and Jordan have to find a way out. After some thrilling not-quite heroics and a hell of a lot of running, the pair make their way to an outside door -- and find themselves somewhere completely different from what they were expecting.]]

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

A note comes with Mercutio's pizza, and he reads it with brows lowered. Unsettling.




[ooc: really just to establish that he got the note, but if you wanna mercutio you can have a mercutio.]

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

At some point after hearing the news from Faith, Michael and Maria are sitting together in a booth, having left the baby with Kyle.

Michael is talking to Maria in a low voice, almost a whisper, and nodding sadly.

And then he's just holding her while she cries.

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[guppy_sandhu]

A little way into the forest, Guppy is sitting under a tree, trying to clear his mind. He hasn't even attempted this the last few days, because he knew he wouldn't be able to do it.
But a distraction perhaps would be equally welcome. The fact that his mind defiantly refuses to be cleared is somewhat frustrating, and he's struggling even to relax.
AnD OveR aNd ovEr aGAiN hiS mInD PlaYs bACk thE diStorTEd imaGE of hIs faTHeR wAlkInG AwaY.

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Eddie & Susannah and Meg & Anthy.]

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[firmus-piett.livejournal.com]

There is a girl in a booth. No scowls this time... well, maybe one or two, at her book. But she had a wonderful warm bath, and now has chocolates, so her mood much improved.

Of course, it still might swing wildly.

Have at, your own risk.

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Lysistrata is sitting in the bar, like she has been for most of the past week, sitting and idly rocking Elpida. However, gone are the rosy cheeks and cheery look that graced her face after the birth of her baby a little over a month previously. Instead, Strata's hair is stringy and distended, her eyes sunken, and her clothing wrinkled and soiled. It is also apparent that she has lost weight. In comparison, everything about Elpida is immaculate, from her clothing to her perfectly combed hair. It is as if Strata is putting all of her energy into her child, which she is.

[ooc:enter one more broken character for tonight's torture. For the love of God, somebody fix her....or at least figure out what's wrong with her]

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

By now, someone in the bar looking unhappy is hardly news.

But. Once more, with feeling.

Cuthbert is stationed near one end of the bar, armed with copious amounts of extremely strong, extremely black coffee.

And no, he doesn't look too happy.

[OOC: Feel free to tag in if your character needs/wants to talk about Meg doom, and mun will do best to tag everyone back, but homework and tiredness make slowtime exceedingly likely.]

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[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill is sitting in a nice dark corner booth. She has tea in hand as she thinks on yesterday's events.
Through ice and through fire
A wilderness of stone
With dreams and desires
I have come alone
Seeking the answers
Only you could know
She looks out over the bar and bites her lower lip. She every so often raises the teacup to her lips as thoughts fill her head. Anyone is welcome to come join her although it might be better if you would meet her if you really want to try and comfort her.

((OOC: Lyrics in whitetext are from "Wisdom of the World" from Earthbound Zero))

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny has been in classes or studying all day, and the day before she had work, so she doesn't know about any of the tragedy... Someone should tell her.*

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[monster-made.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a tall redead walks into the bar. Her shirt is covered in blood, as is her face, and her eyes are too bright and alert to be human.

Kate blinks a few times, though she really should be getting used to this, and then calmly walks to the bar. She asks for a wet towel, then settles on a stool to clean herself off.

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[cywyllog]

If tension was the word Cywyllog used to describe the bar earlier this morning, it isn't anymore. Somber would be more appropriate, but she doesn't know why. She's also not certain she wants to know.

But, for what it's worth, a Welsh princess is in the bar, sitting near the observation window, watching the stars explode.

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[true_desire]

[ OOM: A homecoming of sorts. ]

OOC note: The poem Desire quotes is from Premier livre des erreurs amoureuses, Pontus of Tyard. Pay no attention to the 19 in the filename.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom tells Ingress about Meg.

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[la-calice.livejournal.com]

Himemiya is not by the fire.

She's not outside, either--and Utena doesn't look in the rose garden. Why would she be there?

So she comes into the bar, looking about her curiously.

"Himemiya?"

No answer.

She goes to Bar, and looks into the kitchen.

"Himemiya?"

Not there, either.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: In the cells, Alanna and Anthy talk. It goes reasonably well until Anthy mentions Thom's presence at the scene.]

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[imdeadtoo.livejournal.com]

Everyone needs a pal to listen to their troubles!

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[balletrat]

[OOM: After.]

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[the_seafarer]

He hadn't been hiding in the stables, no. Just--he'd never really left them, last night, and he never really left them today.

So the only troubles Caspian knows right now are his own.

Weary, he comes in through the door from the stable, and looks about at the somber crowd, frowning. This had nothing to do with him--something else must have happened.

Mayhap there is a friendly face who will tell him.

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[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

There's a small man inna bar, not looking as relaxed as he usually does. Possibly because of getting swindled the other day (which he hates because that's his job), possibly because he has something a friend of his needs to see...or possibly because this is Silk, and he's incapable of sitting still for very long.

Someone distract him, please. Otherwise he'll start picking people's pockets or begin rounding people up for a dice game. Which they will lose at because yeah, did I mention the swindling?

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is in the bar, curled up in a booth, sipping coffee and just...watching. It's not hard to pick up on the general mood of the place - she'd have to be blind and deaf both not to.

And so she watches.

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[gonna_live]

[OOC: Very, Very Out of Milliways.

Millitimed to August 12.

2519.

Two Alliance interrogators get a little frustrated with their lack of results on the River Tam case...and take action.]

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[balletmistress.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Meanwhile.]

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[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd surprisingly wasn't in bed. He had an early day tomorrow, but something made him get up. He tucked the blankets back over Neil some more, and kissed his forehead before throwing a robe on over his PJ's. He grabbed one of the books of poetry, and wandered down to the bar.

To a sensitive soul like Todd's, the sense of grief in the place was staggering. He knew this feeling well, though the last time he experienced it, it was cold, and snowy out in the deadtime of the year.

He sat by the fireplace, and opened to a random page.

He read,
"TO think of it!
To think of time—of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued hence-
forward!

Have you guessed you yourself would not continue?
Have you dreaded those earth-beetles?
Have you feared the future would be nothing to you?

Is to-day nothing? Is the beginningless past nothing?
If the future is nothing, they are just as surely
nothing.

To think that the sun rose in the east! that men
and women were flexible, real, alive! that every-
thing was alive!
To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor
bear our part!
To think that we are now here, and bear our part!"

Feel free to stop by. Though he never had an opportunity to meet her, and only knows her as one of Neil's bosses.

Burial by Walt Whitman

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[river_meimei]

[OOM: Kaylee brings River some bad news.]

Kaylee leads River by the hand, through the door and over to the bar. River's eyes are fixed on the door to the staff corridor, but she follows obediently.

Kaylee murmurs something to the bar, and gives River an encouraging look. River allows herself to be pulled away from the far hallway long enough to say a few words. There's a pause, and then items materialize -- a coloring book, a set of markers, pink glittery nail polish and a small enclosed container.

Together, the two gather them up, and then Kaylee leads the way over to Cuthbert.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard makes his way down to the bar, giving the spot where the door should be a glance and frown. Still no door yet, much to his frustration. He heads over to the Bar, blinking as a note appears for him. One quick read later, and Sheppard is quietly letting out a stream of curses, not all of them in English. Being around Teyla has proven to be educational.

Still looking severely unhappy, Sheppard orders a beer and heads over to a booth, sticking the note in his pocket. Between Lincoln's note and discussing the Wraith and their respective bad situations with McKay, he isn't having a good time of it.