(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Shirtless, Eddie sat at a table, not leaning back in his chair. In fact, if he sat back in his chair, he'd fall over. He'd turned it backward to rest against while he wrote. He was refining electrical diagrams which he knew would be useful - Bonnie had suggested (recommended) a few size requirements, and he could work within them, he was sure. Even without using proprietary technology.

His bandages were, for tonight, haphazard. It was beginning to heal quite nicely, and now was only tender to the most rough of touches. He could sleep on his back if he held still, and he was coming to like that. It was a novelty for all he got more rest on his stomach anymore.

Something wicked this way comes...

[shelley_winters]

[Not-Actually-OOM: Millitimed to Halloween evening, Kim Bauer recieves a certain pack of cards that Shelley is very unhappy to recognise...]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Alain returns from Reap Night camping, to find Lilly in his room. Millitimed to Tuesday morning.]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

There's a girl at the bar, a red headed girl, looking a little worse for wear. That's normal really, and yes, the occassional flicker of flame through her hair is normal as well. The abnormal thing being the fact that she's eating an actual meal, slowly, deliberately, and with every sign of not tasting it in the least.

In fact, one could almost swear she's working hard at tuning out the world...

[Mun should be sleeping and can't. Damn insomnia. Should the blessed release of rest strike, things will be slow-timed]

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[Millitimed to Tuesday night, Alain tells Lilly that the clearing is calling. It goes about as well as you'd expect. That is to say, heartwrenchingly terribly badly. Rated F for Fucking OW.]

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Room 321 - Gorlim tells Namo about Andres. The abridged version. As much as I would have loved to do justice to all the characters involved in that soap opera, even I still don't know all of what went on, and half of what I know came purely from Gorlim being told about it IC at some later point -- which is the same reason a lot of it may admittedly be mixed up. My puppet didn't know, and I was too busy to figure it out. So. Apologies to anyone whose bit of the story I got wrong. Feel free to correct it. I kind of WOULD like to know. :) ]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Sometime in the night, a figure in a green cloak comes into the bar, looking around a bit. Tossing her hood back, Valentine stands straighter. "Bar, can you give this note to anyone who would worry about me, or wonder where I am? Thanks. With that, she shoulders a rather large bag, and corrals Threepio from the corner. He palms the door, which opens it, onto a Coruscanti cantina. With one last look at the bar, Val's gone.
( To anyone who will wonder )

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon turns to Random as they arrive, telling him there was something he had to take care of and he'd see him in a little while. Then he drags something wrapped in plastic along behind him, finally depositing it next to a table and leaving it. Anyone who looks closely may see that the thing inside is a very large black panther. Dead, obviously.

There is also a large briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. This is taken to the bar, where he unlocks it and proceeds to get out thick sheafs of bearer bonds, in large denominations. Mainly all around $20,000 or higher. It seems Ramon has been to a bank...they stack up to about half a foot high. He says, 'Mine and Random's bills please Bar, until I say otherwise.' Their tabs drop to zero and it'll be a hell of a long time before they approach the black again.

A couple of guns are pulled from the strappings inside the case and shoved into his waistband, then he turns and surveys the Bar. He's burnt deep brown and probably looks more relaxed than he ever has in this place - have at! He'll buy you a drink for sure.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

( Letter to Susan regarding Gavroche )

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

There's a tanned, relaxed looking Amberite sprawled in a booth.

Come share a breakfast, lunch, supper... he's so jetlagged he isn't really sure which it is.

Which is why he's settled for a chicken omelette, on the theory that it sort of blends through the categories.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Millitimed to Thursday Morning. Yes today.

Amanda walks up to the Bar and presents two note.

Lady Bar could you please give these to

( Giles )

( Biff )

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the Bar.

The Horta has been laying low since the Other's aphasia curse took a turn for the worse yesterday. Trying to communicate when your brain's been royally screwed-over in that department is frustrating and, after a while, you just want to pull away where you don't have to try.

But Naraht is determined not to let the bastard win, so he's back again. His holo-computer is in front of him and the Horta keeps fooling with it. A while back, he loaded some music onto it, but finding those files out of the thousands that are there when he can't understand the language they're labled in is...challenging.

Anyone want to try to help? Or even figure out what's up? Poke the Horta and test your skills in alternative forms of communication.

(no subject)

[auntie-di.livejournal.com]

There's a Keeper in the bar.

She looks remarkably bored.

Distract her?

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim.

Couch.

Hot chocolate.

Free to good home. Come bug him.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion's outside watching Horse explore. He'd cautioned the flightly creature not to go near the woods as he was aware of the dangers, and after about...three, four hours he was sure that he'd only have to halt him from entering the forest only a couple of times the whole morning.

You're welcome to bug him. He'd like some company.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Rho's been using a particular word lately. This is why.]

and you thought Halloween was over...

[red_notebooks]

Sometime in the wee morning hours... when no one was watching... when everyone was asleep or distracted... someone sneaked his/her way down into the bar and placed large wads of gooey, sticky chewing gum in a variety of colors and flavors and states of masticated goodness underneath ALL of the tables in the bar. Every table in the entire bar has numerous wads of gum suitable for getting ones legs, hair, etc stuck in on the underside. Possibly some of the chairs too.

Feel free to have pups get up from their tables, then upon returning, notice the sudden appearance of ooey-gooey sticky gum. (and the gum won't get hard and non-sticky... specialy-formulated gum made by a genius with access to unlimited funding and ingredients...)

But no one knows where the gum came from, nor how it got there...

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

After a few days spent recovering from DOOM, there is a young poet and a young actor in the bar. They have settled themselves into Neil's usual booth, Neil on one side with his glasses perched on his nose as he works on some school work, Todd on the other with his notebook and pencil.

Both boys seem contentedly caught up in their work, though it's obvious to see that they're staying very close to one another. The sweet scent of fresh hot apple cider drifts from the table and there is a plate of cookies, cheese and crackers buried somewhere amongst the books and papers.

Come and distract them, they look too estudious by far!

[ooc: Multi pup post for Neil Perry and Todd Anderson, since IC the two are a little joined at the hip after The Other doom. Feel free to come interact with one or both of them, they'd love to say hello to friends.]

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry leaves a note with the Bar to be given to any healers:

As you might have heard, the Other has returned. As before, a strike force is being formed to bring him down. Odds are it will act in the next few days. And as before, I expect injuries.

Any help you can give in preparing the infirmary for this, and in treating the wounded, will be greatly appreciated. I will let you know if I get a better idea of timing. See me in the infirmary today if you have any concerns or suggestions.

Barry Allen

The note set in motion, Barry goes to the infirmary for the first time.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Faith, in her room, reflects on what's happening to her, and a new symptom starts.]

Faith comes out of her room in the Staff Quarters, a handkerchief pressed to her upturned head, and picks her way through the crowd, sitting at Bar and acquiring coffee and painkillers.

The handkerchief is slowly turning red.

(no subject)

[logical-prancer.livejournal.com]

Lisa sits down at a table, having come in from the stable outside. There is dirt on her face, as well as down one arm. And she looks more than a little sore. Falling off really sucks.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel enters from outside, and moves toward the booth she thinks of as "hers". It has more leg room than any of the others, and she needs that the most as far as she can tell.

She is grateful that Halloween is over, and the gratitude shows on the half of her face that she allows to be visible.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Rho was going to sit down for a cup of morning Evil Cocoa (fifty percent marshmallow by volume), but he made the mistake of banging his knee against the underside of a slightly-too-low table and now there's gum stuck to it. Turns a guy's appetite off, that does, especially when you can't get rid of it.

Muttering something about Viridians he heads upstairs, returning with a proton pack. He doesn't stop at the table, but keeps going and winds up outside near the portable skeet rig he set up.

Target practice with proton fire. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Bartending

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

It felt good to have his vision back.

It did not feel good to have a bruise on his head. Michelle was not kidding when she said he was clumsy. The bruise isn't as bad as it was on Tuesday, although it is still visible on his temple. He rubs it occasionally as he readies the bar for his shift. The specials are, as always, an assortment of wines.

Having finished his pre-shift duties, Tony turns to the bar in general and asks, "Can I get you anything?"

[ ooc: please read the note in the back room. :) ]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

It'd be easy, these days, to let himself start getting detached from what's happening in the bar. Too easy.

But while he's still here, he still has a job to do.

So there's a gunslinger in the bar, nursing a cup of coffee and keeping an eye out for anything unusual--although, really, keeping an eye out for unusual things in Milliways when you don't have much of an idea what to look for is likely to be an excercise in futility.

At least it's heloing him stay focused on what's around him, for now.

[ooc: mun will be around until about 3:30 EST, then gone for a few hours]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Sitting at a booth with an ipod and workbook Amanda is focused on her studies. Looking niether happy nor sad she is reading, listening and sipping coffee.

If you want to scare someone she would make a great target at the moment or if you would just like to come up and say hi, she really wouldn't mind.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy's been rattling around the bar all morning without an entrance post, and the mun has decided to remedy that.

So, Amy's settled into a chair near the fireplace, with yet another cup of tea, and embroidery she is ignoring. She looks tired and distracted, but she'd really love company.

Please come say hello?

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric was once again outside with his overlong rainbow-striped scarf, up a tree, perhaps the same one, perhaps a different one, he wasn't really sure himself.

It was a good tree though, with a nice wide branch for sitting on, once again the trailing scarf ends the only indication of where he was.

The sugar buzz had finally worn off, and he'd likely appreciate conversation, and as always, he'd appreciate snacks.

(you know, the usual, bit of time for lunch at work, patchy afterwards, though not many projects today, so perhaps not so patchy, missed tags will be picked up when I get home, if I miss any that is. No projects, just phone answeryness, tag away ^__^ )

(no subject)

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

A tall woman in a severe grey dress sits by the fire. A cup of hot tea in one hand, she reads a book of mind puzzles while chewing on the end of her pen. Her icy blue eyes, pretty in their own way, intent on the task at hand.

Disturb the Forsaken at your own risk.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is in the bar once again, sitting at a table with a small pile of seed packets. If he could write, he'd be writing names on them. As it is, he's just going to hand them out his own self.

Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo's sitting by the fire, guitar propped against his legs.

He's looking for people to say his goodbyes.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting out by the lake, watching Danny run.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche comes in through the painting portal and looks around for people to talk to.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael comes wearily in through the front door and heads for the Bar for a quick coffee.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon. Not looking as tired as you would think, despite stupidly long hours of travelling. And certainly looking happy with life. Could be the deep tan, the fact that he's been away for three weeks in his time...or possibly something else. Who can tell?

Anyway, he's likely to remain cheerful for a while. Give him a poke.

(no subject)

[erstaunlich.livejournal.com]

There's Kurt.

He's in the bar.

Hanging from the rafters.

He's been there a while, most likely, just quiet. Thinking.

Apparently, there's a lot on his mind.

(no subject)

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fox in a bar.

Or rather, asleep at the bar, head on her arms as she dozes. There is a half empty bowl of miso soup close by, and a small plate of veggie tempura untouched as well. This is from her request of food that wasn't red or bleeding. That is a bit hard to manage when one of your friends was in the infirmary doing a chest-explody thing from little alien parasites every few minutes- But as it was, Laini started dozing before she could even finish eating.

It has not been a good last couple of days.

Other In The Bar!

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tina is sitting at a booth, humming to herself.

Wait a minute. Tina?

Naw, it's in no way a crossover with otherways. The Other is just lying low for the moment.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

"I'll come and see the pumpkin injury right after we've finished with the sword swallower."

Guppy comes through the door, not really looking where he is going but rather at the ward sister behind him, and stops just before he can run into a barstool. He blinks, glances at his watch, then goes up the the bar. He has stuff to do here anyway.

"Hello Bar. I was just wondering if you're the right person to ask. Please will you bind me until the war with the Other is over? It's really important that I'm here to help the casualties."

He watches his watch carefully, counting to twelve in his mind. When he gets to six, the second hand moves. He sighs.

"Maybe you were the wrong one to ask. Thanks anyway."

He goes to check on the patients in the infirmary before sitting down at the nearest booth with a cup of tea and...

"Eurgh! Gum! Gross."

He starts picking it off with a pen, muttering about bacteria.

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac wanders into the bar and orders himself an herbal drink before heading off towards the infirmary.

Mun is not sure if this post breaks any rules or not, he is just trying to folow what he knows.

(no subject)

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs: The perils of Room 303?]

Cypher comes downstairs, still dressed in snakeskin and leather, except now he seems to be covered by the kind of white dust that collects on old furniture. He's still brushing himself off as he sits on a stool before the Bar with a capital Buh and talks to her. Sure, why not? You can order from her, he figures you can talk to her. And hey, he's still quite new here and things only make so much sense.

"Sweetheart, is every room here like the one you gave me? 'Cause if so - and don't take this the wrong way - you might wanna work on your interior decorating skills. Now really, don't get me wrong, just about anything beats a little metal bunker, but if this really is the End of the Universe and I'm not just dropped off in some back hallway of the Matrix - " His eyes trail up to the window where said Universe is exloding endlessly. " - then I guess I'm, uh, a little surprised is all. I guess I thought it'd be a little posher."

He brushes some dust off his bald head, muttering. "Christ, this is weird."

[ETA: Slowtimed, but still very much active, so feel free to harass him. Apparently he's highly harassable.]

re-entrance

[dequincy.livejournal.com]

This is a place that Katherine DeQuincy hasn't seen in a long time.

Milliways, that is.

She didn't actually expect to see it ever again, but smiles quite broadly once she places it, right away heading over to Bar and ordering an Irish coffee.

It's a good deal safer than where she came from.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is in the bar, not doing much of anything.

It's that time of the week.*

(no subject)

[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally the Ragdoll has been wandering around for a while. She's been outside and found it pleasant. Now that she's back inside she's watching people from her perch in the shadows.

She wouldn't mind some pleasant conversation!

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Limited time supply of one Catherine Willows, sitting over a tall drink at the Bar, get her while she lasts...

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[Millitimed to Wednesday night, after Kaylee talks to Alain, she goes to find Lilly. Yeah, there's woe.]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael sits at the bar, playing something sweet and wistful-sounding on his violin. Come listen!*

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Once again, Sikozu is seated at a table, surrounded by books.

Once again, she is flipping pages and switching volumes at a rapid pace.

Every once in a while, she looks up, sighs and shakes her head.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: And on the second day in the castle, Morgan recieves a warning about the Green Knight]

(no subject)

[undignified]

Even though the mun shouldn't, for a multitude of reasons...

There is a Wes at a table. Just sitting there, minding his own business (ha!), pushing piles of Reese's Pieces around into shapes, organised by colour.

And then he shifts his leg, and there's something ... sticky on the knee of his flight pants. Something sticky under the table, he realises when he reaches down to feel.

After a brief hesitation, he's out of his chair and on his hands and knees, staring up at the underside of the table and the sticky, gooey, apparently chewed gum there. He examines this curiously for quite a long moment. And then grins.

"Genius!"

dogs are so weird

[i_vanquish_evil]

Beowulf trots down the stairs alone and follows his nose to somewhere..


A little while later, Van Helsing descends the stairs and finds Beowulf tugging at something under a table. Concerned, he walks over to investigate. It doesn't take him long to discover a sticky, stretchy pink substance. It also doesn't take long to discover that both he and Beowulf have the stuff everywhere. This... is not good.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's an Atton outside, looking shifty in a long coat and a hood to hide his face, going through lightsaber katas.

Come and surprise him. It's the perfect time to sneak up on him, really.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

That would be Random, in the bar.





Yes.

Distractions welcome.

(no subject)

[tinyceratops.livejournal.com]

Cera barges into the bar, carrying her body armour in her beak, and looking around for someone to help her put it on.

Or to give her food. She doesn't mind which.

Spike is ambling along at her tail.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Looky that! It's a Charlie, guitar and everything. His mun must be having problems with her NaNovel.

He heard a song a few times on the radio the last time he went vistin', and now he's giving it a whirl.

( Love of mine, someday you wil die )

He sings quietly, at a table back near the observation window.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

A slightly purple fox was curled up before the fireplace.

He didn't even use the chair anymore; he was lying right on the rug.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(In Cells: A challenge)

Well, here's something new. One golden-eyed pyro cautiously walking out into the bar proper, her brother Raven close behind, and decidedly less cautious. Someone's having a bit of an adventure. She heads towards the fireplace, since it's warm there, and it's something to watch if the bar becomes too much.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

OOM: Elaine and Ryan pick out a flat in the Staff Wing and move in--still in progress.

Elaine looks weary but incandescently happy as she comes down the stairs. She gets a hot chocolate from the Bar and sits down at the bar, looking for company, and to tell people that she's not in Room 12 anymore.

She's in a very good mood, come talk to her!

(no subject)

[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

Remiel's soaked as he walks in -- there's a vicious thunderstorm going on behind him, before he closes the door. He's muttering something about timing.

Then, approaching the counter, "Bar, could I get a towel?"

Something pink and fluffy appears on the counter. Mockingly, Remiel's sure.

"...a towel."

It takes a moment, as if Bar is sulking, but then a cerulean towel appears.

"Thanks, Bar."

He sets about drying off his hair. At least he doesn't have to dry his wings. Have at.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A beautiful girl is making her way through the bar. She's a vision from above, one of those beauties that only comes along once in a hundred years. A face that could launch ships.

The Other doesn't know, but he's not the only one to have used this guise. A handful of people might recognise it as the form Tim used when he had gender issues.

But then again, they might not.

It should be of notice that she is continuously toying with a small black gem.

Hee. Silly little viking.

(no subject)

[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Dianne steps into Milliways for the first time in a very long time and looks around with a smile. If this isn't a sign she should take the new place, she doesn't know what is. Hoping she won't be missed, she crosses the room to have a seat at the bar and scan for familiar faces.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire's here so Seth can visit his father and she can visit her boyfriend. But in the meantime she's drinking tea.

On a couch by the fire because we'd hate for this post to be original.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

Mal is cheerful enough; he's listening to his iPod.

"When the world ends/collect your things/you're comin' with me"

Come ask him what he's listening to.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*In a portion of the bar that was empty, a second ago, there is now a tutu.

The tutu is in fact occupied by a ballerina, who promptly heads over to the main bar for coffee.*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Really, if he would just take off that suit jacket- and maybe muss his hair up a little- it would be almost impossible to tell Agent Rho from Ray. Especially at the moment, since he's doing something at his table involving quite a lot of screwdrivers, a few very peculiar tools, and what would appear to be Ray's proton pack.

Oh, he's also going to have to take the necktie off. But other than that.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, flipping through papers in a manila folder, making notes on them as he goes.

He still can't leave, but on the bright side, the bar's provided him tea again, and he's wearing normal clothes again.

This is definitely a bright side.

(no subject)

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

Harold is sitting at the bar, with paper and his crayon, drawing what looks like a little person in a suit with a tail.

Finally satisfied with the drawing, he smiles slightly at himself, but then frowns slightly. It has to be perfect. So he writes in big, little kid letters, although perfectly clear W O L F.

Then he grins to himself, puts it on the bar. "Make!"

The paper disappears, and in its place is a Harold sized Wolf-suit. Harold grabs it off the bar, slides off the barstool, and goes behind the counter to change.

Moments later he comes out grinning from ear to ear, in a little wolf suit, complete with tail. He wiggles, making the tail move around, and giggles happily.

Then he goes out to prowl on the bar.

..he doesn't know that Halloween was four days ago.
He's lucky that he knows about Halloween. He's only two, you know. Give him a break..and mostly give the mun a break.

OOC: Mun will not be around long, so conversations will probably be slowtimed. Say sorry. But you want to tag anyway because, it's cute-ness in wolf suit. Also, as long as slow-time isn't a problem, people can tag as long as they wish.

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

One messy blond haired...girl...enters the bar from out back. She steps inside and her rather colorful outfit and yellow scarf, as well as the sword set on her back, vanishes, morphing into a black schoolgirl outfit with a large red bowtie. She looks down at her new attire and blushes slightly. The skirt...was a bit too much, she thinks. She sighs and walks over, taking a seat in a booth by herself. After this event, She needed something to drink. It has definitely been a long day...

Girl!Isaac in the bar. Feel free to come bug, she'd welcome company after all of this...

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April was seated at the bar, her elbows propped atop its polished surface, half-finished margarita poised in one hand. She was pleasantly employed reading a novel, swinging one leg idly off her stool, chewing her bottom lip in concentration.

She wouldn't be at the bar if she minded interruptions, however.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[By the Infirmary: Nita and Duo discuss Puck's accusation and Harper woe. Millitimed to yesterday evening.

*sings* Woe woe woe the plot
Angsting through the bar
Doomily doomily doomily doomily
Plots that leave a scar!]

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Aphasic Horta in the Bar.

Naraht is sitting at a table with his holo-computer playing music. By sheer chance, he stumbled on a program that makes it generate color-patterns in time to the music. It must be said that the one created by "Bohemian Rhapsody" is weird.

He is also slowly munching a sizable chunk of graphite, because, quite frankly, Naraht feels he deserves a little intoxicant to take the edge off things.

Have at.

(no subject)

[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

There is one (1) cranky-looking vampire hunter curled up (as much as one can with five months of fetus, anyway) on a couch, half-eaten dinner on the floor beside her.

She's pretending to be studying an English primer, but seems to be paying more attention to the fire. Or, more accurately, the fire is a convenient glare target while she pays attention to what's inside her brain.

(no subject)

[masterofcity.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Jean-Claude isn't having a good night. But it's made even better when...)

The door to the Bar opens, and Jean-Claude is, for the first time in his preternaturally long life, completely and utterly stunned. He stands there, mouth agape, for several long seconds. When he regains the ability to reason, he merely turns around, goes back into his office, and closes the door again.

A few seconds pass while Jean-Claude tries to tell himself that he didn't just see, hear, smell, and sense in every other way a bar full of completely random creatures. A deep breath, and the door opens again.

Jean-Claude winces as the assault of sound and light begins again. He turns his back again, hands scrambling for the door to his office, but his hands merely slide down the smooth, perfect wall. He hadn't noiced it close (or vanish, for that matter), but then again, who does?

Finally, given no other choice, he turns to face the room, back flush against the lack of door.

Well... this should prove interesting...

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Curled up in the corner of the couch by the fireplace, there is a young woman in possession of hot chocolate. It's currently sitting on the low table nearby, as she's shaping and sewing a hat.

Susan's determined to finish everything she'd promised to do before-- well, before she's not able to. As she works, she keeps one eye on the room, watching for someone.

She's very carefully not looking at the front door.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Archie and Svava's flat, Room X Millitimed to earlier this morning, because the mun just got off work.))

Archie enters the bar, clad only in a pair of green, blue, and white striped pajama pants and carying a large quilt-wrapped bundle. Edielwiess is hot on his heels, and they both look rather panicked. For good reason, there's a spill of gold hair coming from the bundle in his arms.

"I need a healer!  Please, I need a healer!!"

((OOC: this is not at all locked, but please keep in touch for orginizational purposes.))

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[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Jah-lila had some peculiar dreams last night, in which the Mother sat and laughed at her, and called her a silly da for letting fear of the two-legs bind her. Affectionately, of course, but still.

Perhaps this is why she's poking her head into the Bar's back door, eyes wide and ears swivelling furiously.

Mind the horn.

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Tiny stitches through squares and triangles of soft autumn-colored fabric, and Anne frowns slightly, concentrating, until she pricks herself in the finger and startles, giving the fabric a wry look.

There is tea, and a comfortable seat near her by the fire, and the Anne-girl is humming slighty to herself as she re-threads the needle.

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[fallout-charm.livejournal.com]

Outside, a good distance from the Bar proper, Lucca is tinkering with a large metal thing, some sort of round platform, with two vertical metal rods on each side. Tools, wires and parts are scattered on a blanket...


(Miniplot-locked for Isaac! ;) )

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in an armchair by the fire.
He has finished his shift in Holby. Providing he isn't called back, he has four days here before he is likely to be missed, and will have to think again. There is no need to be attempting thirty hour days any more.
He has checked on the patients in the infirmary. He has eaten and sat for a while, poring through books of emergency medicine to make sure he is familiar with as much as possible.
Now, he sleeps, flopped on top of a large pile of books on the arm of the chair. A large, rather unstable pile of books. One edges forward each time he exhales.
He will not mind being woken. He didn't mean to doze off, and is happy to talk to anyone as always.

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[awesome_lilly]

In the past three days, Lilly's eaten half a bowl of tomato soup and part of a grilled cheese sandwich. Even for a dead girl, this isn't really enough, but it's not hunger so much as restlessness that prompts her to slip downstairs, late at night. Bar supplies her with a cup of coffee, and she takes it to a shadowy booth near the stairs.

She's not sure if coming downstairs now, still sleepless and with the hurt still raw, is a good idea.

At least there's coffee, and booze she can pour into it, and an exit handy. And it's not like she doesn't need to get used to this.

[ooc: not plot locked, but please ping da emmy gee before tagging.]

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is on the couch, with graf and a bowl of stew. Beef stew, thick and full of vegetables -- Bar has standards -- and good fresh bread.

He is, again, putting a fair amount of effort into not appearing broody. Luckily, both natural propensity and years of training mean that Alain is very good at putting on a public face when he is so inclined.

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[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

After Ian's annual performance of the i'toshaa-ni ritual of cleansing and atonement...

Once again Ian the Cheysuli enters the bar and orders a honey brew in silence. He looks to be in a good mood, though with Ian, it's not always easy to tell.

And if you get close, you might notice the faint smell of woodsmoke and soil about him.

Well, cleansing rituals are more about symbolism than real, physical cleansing...

no more treats...

[red_notebooks]

Jarod's made sure to keep the gum to table surface (bottom surface) ratio as even as possible. No one notices when he moves around squishy wads of sticky gum under the tables... but the stuff is everywhere.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

After ruining a friendship she treasured deeply, she goes to the bar and orders a bottle of blood, one of whiskey, and a third (empty) to mix the two in. She plans to get very, very drunk up in her room.

Good-night, Milliways.