milliways_bar | Oct. 20th, 2005

Oct. 20th, 2005

*Yrael comes into the bar with a calico cat riding across his shoulders. He might be talking with her. Whether he is or not, he's also carrying his guitar. Pretty soon he and the calico are comfortably settled at the Bar (the calico with a small plate of fresh sunperch) and Yrael begins playing. The melody is quiet and gentle, simple. Restful.*

*Come say hi, why don't you?*

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

Eddie sat at one of the tables, a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches and a soda in front of him, along with a large bowl of soup. He was working at eating all of it while reading. It was a newspaper, and it was from his own time, just after his departure. The reports had left him rather somber, but he was surviving.

prydeful

[oom: Kittens and dragons and sweaters. Kitty deals with Edmund's absence.]

inquisitivehero

OOM: September 17th, night of Day Six - (On the night before a Very Bad Day, Hank considers the futility of trying to work against Time, the past week, and thinks about the woman he loves.)

gonna_live

[OOM: It's time to stand and be true.

*insert obligatory spoiler warning here*]

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

( On Dead Reckoning, Ash has nightmares, and Slack is oddly comforting. There is friendscmoop galore. )

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Bruce Banner stands out back in a jacket, watching the night and thinking.

This place is a warm and welcome end to running, but somehow he doubts that it will be always open to him. He has counted on such things before and always they have failed him. But he is content, for now, to enjoy it.

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

Silk has been gone for almost two years. He certainly didn't intend to stay away that long, but business had taken off and he didn't want to be away from it that long. It's been an extremely profitable couple of years, as will probably be obvious by the expensive rich black doublet and hose and the way he's dripping jewellery. Silk, for once, looks like the Prince he is.

Give him a poke. Prosperity agrees with him, but underneath it all he's still the same little thief.

mnt_mike

[OOM: Suite 134

This is an OOM about a woodchuck.
NO!
This is an OOM about not being able to deal, and having no coping mechanisms to speak of.
It's the IndyMikeyStampy show.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Shortly after the dust and apple juice have settled in Suite 134 and Indy's bedroom door has slammed, the front door edges open tentatively. The faint sound of snuffling can be heard, but little else. She moves silently. Just like her dad.

The trail ends quickly at another door. This one is closed properly. There's a tiny sigh and a short trunk drops away from the handle.

Why?

She spares a dejected glance over her shoulder. But there's nothing back there either.

Down the stairs and into the bar proper—a small and insignificant gray shape in the shadows. When she doesn't want to be seen, she isn't. When she doesn't want to be found, she isn't. Dodging the feet of the unaware. Sad uncomprehending eyes watching the bustle from the darkness under empty tables. Just like her dad.

A familiar shock of red hair.

The nice lady who always has apple.

She never did connect this female with the snake incident. And even if she did, she's a forgiving soul. So she waits. And then, when the lady moves off toward her quarters, she tails stealthily. Hopefully.

But that door is closed as well by the time she reaches it...

Stampy curls up at the foot of Alanna's door. A little bundle of misery with nowhere else to go. Just like her dad.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

OOM. In Faith's suite, there is Faith, and Wash, and yay, MORE DOOM. But there is also hope, and hugging. Er. Yay?

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

[OOM: What do Duo and Heero do on their day off?. Discover birthdays, go shopping, and discuss abilities ~~or lack of~~ in cooking, apparently. Millitimed to earlier today.]

badinlatin

[OOM: The final battle, set in four movements.

Spoilers, and credit to Joss where it's due.]

withamagicword

Billy walks along the lakeside, having just slowed down from his morning run. His breath sends puffs of mist out as the cold air starts to chill him. He is very glad for the towels he thought to bring out and the warmth of the heavy and(as usual) red sweat-clothes he is wearing.

Soon he will go inside, but for now he is walking along, enjoying the cool air and the nice start to the morning.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

The fires light dances it's way across her face as she sleeps by the fire, legs curled under her. The walkman's headphones and open book on her lap indicate that sleeping wasn't what she had intended.

She looks so peaceful, come and wake her up, afterall, what's the worst that could happen?

yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com

Yugi is by the fire, with a cup of cocoa resting next to him on the floor, and his hands wrapped up in string. It's very possible that this string came from the bottom of a sofa cushion, since it's suspiciously the same color.

It's also possible that he was making cat's cradles with it, but has now mostly succeeded in wrapping it around both wrists. Twist to the right...to the left...to the...right...

...Help.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Girls Night Out

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Just some tea and toast. He certainly hadn't had enough last night to warrant a hangover. He wasn't a drinker in general and even sorrow had only brought the drink to his hand; it had rarely made it's way to his lips or his gullet as the sharp hint of alcohol had almost woken him up to his irritation anew each time. It had been, more than anything, a show of his ill mood, almost a marker.

This morning, he had no need for show or markers, only for a bit of toast to fill his stomach and some tea to smooth his way into the morning. He's still not in the best of moods, but he is a bit more approachable if quiet and somewhat withdrawn.

cywyllog

[OOM: Meanwhile, back in Camelot, things are not going so well for Cywyllog. (warnings for domestic abuse)]

a-spy-adrift.livejournal.com

Jason's down for his check on his Bound status - it's no different, he's still stuck here. So he gets some breakfast with a sigh and sits by the observation window, hoping for a distraction.

Give him a poke? He's a decent chap, even if he is a bit confused sometimes.

supersymmetry

Fred's in the bar. ~~Really this time.~~

She's not quite all sane yet, but she's freshly showered and wearing clean clothes and not living in the woods any more. That's a start.

And she has cocoa. Cocoa fixes most things.

It doesn't quite fix the news that she's going to die horribly if she doesn't find a way to stop it without accidentally ending the universe, but it helps.

She's rather wary of new people, but she will talk to you. She's nice like that.

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

There is an eight year old on the ceiling sipping daintily at a china cup full of fragrant black tea, occasionally taking a bite from a plate of strawberry cake on a little table before him. Some might see a little pink puff of a creature sitting on his head and nipping at the forkfuls of cake.

At least, that's what it looks like. Feel free to find out more.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Montparnasse cares for the plant in Illyria's absence. Now with 50% more angst. The truth does that, you know?]

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing looks terrible.

He looks like he hasn't slept in a couple days and like food hasn't been a consideration in at least the last day, maybe longer. He looks bad.

He's still petting Beowulf.

Any weapons he has on his person are carefully hidden, but within range. Don't bother him if you value your health. He's in a really bad mood.

Current Mood: pissy

poetperry.livejournal.com

A young actor is in the bar.

He has some school books and a mug of hot fresh apple cider with a cinnamon stick floating around in it.

His expression is a little guarded today, quiet and thoughtful.

He always smiles for pokes but he looks like he might need to be handled a bit gently today.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse is in the bar near the observation window. It's been a while since he's taken the time to watch the universe end. He'd forgotten how much he enjoys it.

But come poke him. He could use the distraction.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht comes in from the gardens. There is a small bundle on his back as he glides over to the Bar. The glittering macro-cillia pull a key out of it.

"Here you go, Bar. I don't believe I'll be needing this."

But, when he places his room key on the surface, it doesn't vanish...and the air around Bar takes on a slightly worried feel. Naraht sighs.

"I'm not leaving for good, my dear," he says. "It's just...well, accessing the upper levels has become problematic and I don't think rebuilding the Dendromys is wise until I finish this damned growth spurt. If a turbolift or something similar is installed, I'll be happy to take up residence there again. But why tie up a room I can't use? I'm going to explore those caves I found out back and see if there's a good one to make into an apartment."

The key stubbornly stays on the counter. Naraht finally takes it back.

"Very well, dear. If you want me to hang onto it, I will. And don't you worry, I'll be checking in frequently."

He puts the key back in his bundle and starts to head for the back door.

[ooc: Though Naraht is technically still at Milliways, he'll be exploring outside until Sunday. And the mun has a few hours before she has to catch her flight. So, if you want to play with the Horta for a little, have at. :)]

hands-unclean.livejournal.com

One hour on the laptop battery; therefore, a Lady Macbeth in the Bar.

She's just finished a drink with a little paper umbrella in it, and is playing with it with rather a wicked sparkle in her eye. Then again, when isn't there one?

bloodyrockgod

It's a Charlie, as it often is. Barefoot and in an oversized sweatshirt, as he often is. Playing piano, as has been known to happen.

( Just singing, which is always a good thing. )

[ooc: may abruptly disappear for the job-shaped thing.]

perfectblue.livejournal.com

[OOM: More of Illyria's canon-return.]

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric was once again in the chair near he fire, with the nice fluffy blanket. No book of fairytales or pastel-colored cocoa today however.

At the moment he had a plate of nachos and a glass of some sort of brightly colored fruit juice. It even had a small paper umbrella in it, which he couldn't figure out the point of, but had decided to ignore for the time being.

Bright, always-curious eyes scanned the bar, watching patrons randomly. He might go and introduce himself when he was done eating.

Otherwise he's liable to share if anyone asks, he's like that.

withamagicword

Billy is at the Bar, reading up on science homework, making faces at it, and drinking a chocolate milk. He occassionally glances around the bar, seeing what's going on.

the_lioness

[OOM: Early this morning, Alanna and Adam stumble upon Stampy. Literally. Later, Bernard finds them in the kitchen, and the cat is finally out of the bag.]

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara walks into the bar, in a fuzzy jacket, and boots that reach to her knees, over her pants. Her nose is red, and her ears are too, if you could see them under her long, redgold hair.

She quickly goes to Bar and orders a hot chocolate, to warm herself.

Autumn has fallen on Ossus.

Come and chat. Tell her she has a leaf in her hair.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda aproaches the bar.

"Lady bar, can you please have a tray delivered to Magius' room sonsiting of a cup of fresh chicken noodle soup, a glass of orange juice, a yellow rose in a crystal vase, and a ( letter )"

The letter is absobed by Bar, "Thank you very much my lady" she gives a curtsy before heading to work.

mockingbird-law.livejournal.com

It has been a long time indeed-

Which is perhaps why it takes Atticus a few moments to look up from from the law book in one hand and take note of his location. A smile flits across his lips, and he snaps the book shut. It is rather too bulky to slip into the inside pocket of his coat, so Atticus continues carrying it as he goes to the bar for a cup of coffee (black). Then, over to the Observation Windows to watch for a few moments, before looks around the bar for any of the few people here he knows.

((The mun recently bought a new copy of the canon, so thus-
Southern Lawyer in the bar.))

kassandraloxias.livejournal.com

Kassandra drifts in, unconscious as always of all the long time she's been upstairs. Time hasn't caught up with her yet, here. A familiar laugh, a familiar scent and the light of afternoon brought her down to the bar -- hours too late, but that's Kassandra.

She sits, and there is bread and oil and olives. She doesn't have to think about those things, anymore.

They just happen, like Kassandra.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

OOM: (from Two Days ago, because Mun forgot) Magius is feeling sick and is visited by his Lady. (Rated PG-13-ish)

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim, with nifty new icon.

Oh, you want him to be doing something? Fine, he's playing a banjo.

No, I don't know where he got it. He's weird.

guppy_sandhu

In one corner of the room there is Guppy, sipping tea and looking at four juggling balls on the table in front of him. A little while ago he'd been trying to juggle them, but hadn't caught a single one.
Occasionally he breaks out of staring into space to glance around the room. He may be looking for somebody. He may not.

[ooc: ~~mun will be absent between 4.55 and 6pm GMT (11.55 and 1pm EST) at a tutorial but will pick up threads again when~~ back]

kessel-angel.livejournal.com

Lujayne inna bar! She's smiley and has Inyri's puppy with her.

Come chat!

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Wash is resting, so Faith is taking a break from hovering, just enough to get a cup of coffee and a quick meal.

She looks tired, and worried, and older than she should.

She won't be around for long, unless somebody grabs her for a talk.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

[ooc: OOM: In the House of Arch, Bianca and Tom finally have a conversation. Millitimed to the 13th.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in the bar.

Tucked up against the fireplace, the fire roaring beside and a bit behind her, a plate of samosas next to her, and a book in her lap.

She probably looks as knackered as she feels, but she's guessing she still feels lots better than both her brothers, so she probably won't gripe about it.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is in the bar.

For all your Claire-inna-bar needs.

Fire. Tea. Studying over things. You know the drill.

the_antiangst

(Millitimed to... last night or this morning. After this and this.)

Angel heads downstairs and sits down at Bar. Nothing out of the ordinary about that, right?
But if you know him well enough, you might notice he looks more than a little shaken up about something, but he's doing his best to cover that up. You don't have to know him that well to notice the duffel bag, though; that's definitely a new development.
He sets a piece of paper on Bar's surface and says, "Honey, could you give a copy of this to anyone who might wonder where I've disappeared to?"
( the note )
The note disappears, and is replaced by a to-go cup of hot chocolate and another piece of paper: For the road. Good luck. He grins, though a bit more weakly than is his usual.
"Thanks."
And with that, he grabs his stuff, and heads to the front door and out.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

[oom: Random drifts in Texorami.]

hope-halo.livejournal.com

Remiel inna bar~~, so his mun can attone for the evilness that was last night.~~

He heads in through the door, like an oversized golden retriever, and then sits himself at the bar.

So, so oblivious.

wizard_dresden

~~since it was decided that mun shouldn't use the 'other' sexy icon...~~

"Harry, you know you need to let Mister come back here sometime, right?"

"Yeah, Bob. I know. I will," I tell him and lean across the bar.

"Just so you know. Mouse has been in lately too."

I sigh. "Thomas wasn't out picking up joggers again, was he?"

"I don't know." I swear, if skulls could shrug, Bob would have.

"Whatever. As long as he walks the dog."

Don't get me wrong, I love my half-brother, really, I just wish he'd keep up his end of the housework.

badderthanyou

Dawn's in the bar... she's staying away from Van Helsing, she'd offered to keep an eye on Beowulf for a bit and had nearly lost her head for it, so, she's keeping her distance. Meaning, she's sitting at the bar and having a milkshake and some pizza.

She's just hanging out... and kinda bouncy since the wedding's coming up... you know, the Nick and Alex one.

[ooc: please to be easy on the mun who is still sufferring dizzy and icky from being sick and can reply, but maybe not quick-like-a-bunny...]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Well, would you look at that? There's a Tony behind the bar, writing specials on the board and wiping down the counter. Soon, he's ready to serve.

Today's Specials
Shannon on the Beach
Island Jack
Polarbear #1

Along with the regular wine specials.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

( earlier today on Callisto )

The grey dress and his hands are stained with blood; his throat is dry.

His hands are empty. No jacket, no saxophone, no...

Nothing. He doesn't remember getting here. He doesn't remember anything except the sound of an explosion, looking out at the stars, confusing them with the lights from the ship towing his, growing cold, and finally, finally letting his eyes close. No memory at all of how he comes to be leaning against the wall in a corner at this place, eyes closed, shivering.

And so very, very alone.

I didn't make it to Titan.

creator_raven

Raven is seated comfortably at a table.

It is a table with a rather lovely view of the window, and what lies beyond it.

He appears absorbed in the explosions.

So much so that the plate of cookies is mostly untouched.

Occasionally, however, he takes a sip of tea.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny. In bar.

Sunny in bar with Dora. Cause Sunny's a Good Girl (TM).

Sunny sniffling. Cold. Poor Sunny.

Sunny happily making Jemma chatter to Hiss. Who is wearing a tutu.

Sunny. In bar.

Word.

flybywash

Wash is not in the bar.

He is, however, in the guest room of Faith's apartment.

Want to visit?

jedipilot.livejournal.com

There are two Joiner Jedi sitting next to each other at a booth, one studying something in her datapad while the other slowly writes something on a piece of flimsi. A couple of mugs of hot chocolate sit nearby on the table.

There are also smiles on both their faces, although this time, it's for entirely different reasons.

stopped-signal.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: They can never stop the signal.]

The door opens.

There's a man there, his eyes already wide at the sight of all the people. It's a lot more people than he's seen since... hell, since graduation day, from flight school.

Up until today, actually, he hadn't seen a flesh and blood person in several years. And then that ship landed, and - well. Never mind that.

He's here now.

First thing his eyes really settle on is the observation window.

"...woah."

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah hasn't been doing much of anything; she's been trying to get as much as outside as she can before it gets too hard for her to move around out there, and finishing books she started at one time or another, and she's been trying to catch up on music with Eddie's enthusiastic help (she still can't listen to anything from after 1974 or so without making faces though, to his despair).

Just living idly. She's still unarmed, and she's not exactly getting used to it, but she's getting used to not being used to it.

Afterlife goes on.

And now she is in the main bar, drinking ice water and doing a crossword puzzle. (Eddie is taking a nap, and she tends to murmur to herself when she does them... or, worse yet, poke him for a second opinion. It's irresistable.)

It's not a very good puzzle, and meeting people is always nice.

Well, no. But she's willing to give it a shot anyway.

a-fell.livejournal.com

Aziraphael comes through the front doors, face like a thundercloud. He's scanning the bar, looking for Bernard or Nymphadora or Susan (or Crowley, foolish hope) or... for Heaven's sake, some member of Security he knows, anyone who can tell him what in blazes has been going on in his absence. He debates going to the Wrangle stronghold, but whether or not he may be welcome, he's never felt particularly comfortable entering without an invitation. Vampires and the terribly English share that trait, apparently.

After a moment or two he takes a seat with a good view of the majority of the bar, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table.

Current Mood: worried

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

When Indy had eventually rolled out of bed around noon and made some minimal efforts in the bathroom, there seemed nothing untoward in the suite except for the mess of apple still clinging to the front door. The fact that there was no Stampy impatiently waiting for her breakfast didn't concern him. She hides when she's upset, and it often takes a lot of pleasantries to coax her out. Indy wasn't in the mood for prolonged cooing today. If she was hungry, she'd come out soon enough.

And the day wore on. He did have a look for her after cleaning up and fixing a late lunch. He called her, attempted to bribe her with a some peanut M&M's from Mike's supposedly secret stash, and even made his apologies for losing his temper. But the elephant didn't show.

Indy, soon to be dubbed Worst Uncle Ever, was still not worried. In his mind, Mike probably came back earlier in the morning and took her with him... wherever he goes. Or maybe he dropped her off on the roof for Raph to pet-sit again. Both such actions have been fairly common of late. So, when Indy settles down at a table in the bar for supper, he seems to have no cares in the world other than those which have been plaguing him recently anyway. Yes, he's still sullen and a little detached. He's still pissed at Mike as well, but he's certainly not looking around frantically (or even speculatively) for a tiny elephant.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting in a chair by the fire, reading a book of Svava's rune magic that she got from Bar.

She is thinking intently about the runes, and their meanings, and about how they work together to make the spells.

She really wants to learn healing magic.

It's all fascinating, but she's been reading or studying or practicing various weapons of war and also magic for most of the day. She could use a distraction.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty is in the bar. He's got a book, a roll of parchment, a quill, and a light dinner. He wishes he had his wand, too.

coming-west.livejournal.com

Cally wanders in to the bar looking rather tired.

It is the week before finals and all the studying and papers and preparing for her trip to Italy is cutting in on her sleep time.

She heads toward the bar to get a nice, large cup of coffee.

revdubya.livejournal.com

Into the bar swaggers a man carrying a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher.

"HOWDY! The Great Satan is somewhere here and I'm goin' to blow him away! YESSIRREEEE!"

zia-crow.livejournal.com

It's a clear sky, shading towards sunset. The kind of day where you look at the air and you know winter's creeping its way nearer. But it's not here yet, not for a good while, and the sky shines pink and orange and blue.

There are two crows in the sky -- gone then there, a sudden soundless appearance as if they'd just slipped out from behind an invisible door.

A few minutes later, two skinny girls are perched on barstools, dark faces topped with shocks of spiky blue-black hair, looking around the room with bright-eyed interest.

The bar produces plum puffs, still fresh and steaming despite the intervening time.

Consider the girls distracted.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse is still here. He can't leave after all. He's never going to be happy about this fact. And yet, he's not having a particularly bad day. He's seen few enough people he knows, therefore the people he has spoken to haven't all hated him. Silly them.

Then again he doesn't really care if people do, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it.
So come bother him. Hate him or not. He might snark either way. Or be completely indifferent. Only one way to find out.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

After a night like last night, coffee is very much of the good.

This mayhap explains why Cuthbert is at the bar, imbibing some.

Yay, coffee.

[ooc: Mun has been seduced by the siren call of roomate's boyfriend's Sin City DVD. Tags will be probably infrequent for a few hours, but should resume normality after movie is over.]

the_antiangst

(Out of Milliways: Angel takes advantage of things to get in touch with an old friend. Features a liberal dose of Millicanon.)

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Sunny and the angel are both fast asleep, and Nymphadora's taking care of a few stray case reports at the dining room table, so Bernard is in the bar, just sitting at the usual table with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass and observing.

Been a while since he did that.

capt_angie

The door opens and Angelina comes into the bar carrying several shopping bags. She drops her bags at a sofa by the fireplace and goes to the bar. She collects a hot chocolate and a plate of cookies as well before heading back to where she left her bags. She sheds her coat and even her shoes, and curls up on the sofa to drink her chocolate and eat cookies.

Company would be welcome, and she might even let you have a cookie.

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

She'd forgotten how it feels to be surrounded by life. Perhaps that explains why she was away so long. Perhaps it explains why she's back so soon.

prettymaids

Drusilla sways down the stairs, her fingers playing an imaginary piano and tilting her head as if she hear the notes.

At the bottom of the stairs she stops playing, and her back stiffens.

"Darkness comes to cover us all... a dark wave that crashes against the shores to drown the innocents... the dead won't sleep and they spin in thier graves..."

She sinks to her knees, settling there and mummbling incoherently to herself.

Want to ask why the crazy vamp is on her knees? You won't get a coherent answer out of her but you could try and persuade her to that the floor isn't the best place to sit alone.

theravenboy

[OOM: 30 October 1966. Eleven years ago, on Bran and Owen Davies' timeline, an unusual visitor showed up at chapel.

Come on, you all want to see Merriman Lyon impersonating a Methodist minister.]

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Extra-Curriculars.]

Behrooz steps into the bar.

That really wasn't what he was expecting. His room key is still hanging loosely in his hand, and he looks around for a moment, then back at the door.

This wasn't usually how he got here, and so when he turns around and tries to leave again, he's not entirely surprised when the door refuses to open.

He's not entirely happy about this, either. After a moment, he walks up to the bar, which provides a glass of tea that he reluctantly pays for then. Also not something he can really afford right now, but he tries not to think about it much - it won't make much difference.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Earlier today. From Abs' view but concerning both pups.]
Guppy is in the bar, trying to persuade himself to eat dinner. Despite not having eaten since breakfast, he still can't really face it.
And he's starting to get scared. Because everything inside him tells him he wants to get back up, wants to get back to normal. But he can't, he doesn't know how to.
Every now and again he glances around the room. He's looking for Venkman, if he's around, but will gladly talk to anyone else who comes along.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio is perched in the branches of a tree outside, shivering a little in the crisp air, and eating an apple.

Come throw sticks at him.

subtle-will.livejournal.com

Back again, to that strange place beyond the door--it felt strange to him, familiar but different. Will isn't sure he could ever have cut a window to this world, where all the rules seem to bend and change and change again--but he's drawn to it, anyway.

"D'you think Lyra and Pan'll be here?"

He looks down at the black cat, weaving about his ankles.

"Maybe," he says, "maybe not. But we'll be here anyway. Just for a little while."

She looks a little disappointed, but leaps up beside him when he settles into a chair and arranges his books. A Bible. A sheaf of looseleaf. A hard-covered text.

He opens the Bible to the letters of Paul, and starts to read.

[ooc: Mun will likely be up ALL NIGHT also working with the letters of Paul.]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: I'll Cover You Mark's last moments. For now.]

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's in the bar. With a note, looking very confused. She plunks at her usual table, though, with the Note of Confusion, her laptop, headphones and a large glass of tea. Looks like she's watching a vid. Care to join her? Or perhaps just distract her?

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Fleur and Nymphadora visit. Millitimed to last night.]

not-bambi.livejournal.com

JD wanders into the bar, looking around. It's been a while.

Not that the place could get too much weirder...

He takes a seat at the bar and gets an OJ and keeps an eye out for anyone interesting.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is quietly consuming a plate of noodles and a pot of tea.

She eats neatly; the napkin (elaborately embroidered with pink roses) is questioning its purpose in life.

kindred_spirit

Gilbert still brings a book with him, when he comes downstairs.

But really, if he wanted to study, he has a perfectly good (and much quieter) desk upstairs in his room.

Come distract him from English history.

Please?

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius comes downstairs, bleary-eyed, stil feeling woozy and wanders over to the Bar. He slumps down onto a stool and rests his head on the Bar for a few moments.

When he raises it, he is startled by the sight of a bowl of soup, a glass of juice, and toast.

"Thank you, Lady Bar."

He rather blearily begins to eat.

gone_byebye

The door swings open and Ray steps in; he's not only wearing the full Ghostbusting rig, but giving off smoke in a couple of places. He makes his way to the Bar with as great dignity as he can muster.

"I," he says to the Bar, "have had a thoroughly overwhelming day, and would very much like to put it behind me. May I have something appropriate to drink, please?"

Bar hesitates for a while, but eventually, there is beer. And what looks like some kind of tapas.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

Glass in one hand, plate in the other, he staggers off to a suitable table. Eventually he may even remember to take that blasted pack off.

gramarye1971

The paper currently under Merriman's ~~knife~~ pen is a colleague's prospective journal article, and not a student's essay. But that doesn't mean that it receives a less-than-thorough going-over. If anything, the red ink flows more freely than usual.

But it's only the first draft, and there's certainly room for improvement.

Something on the page is heavily underscored, and then Merriman pauses for a sip of tea before pondering the article's next paragraph.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's got himself a pot of tea and a booth by the observation windows. There's plenty to share.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

She's been sitting out the back for a few hours now, watching the sun go down.

It's a little chillier now that it's dark out, so she heads back inside, getting a hot Japanese green tea from the bar, adds a lump of sugar, and makes herself comfortable in front of the fire.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

And for the second time in a week, there is an Alex. Inna booth. With tea and fruit!

And a new book - not that he minds having given up Wuthering Heights for the greater good, but he needs to be reading anyway.