milliways_bar | Nov. 5th, 2005

Nov. 5th, 2005

Raven moves quickly when he chooses to.

Upon catching sight of the Other, a presence that he can feel more than he can see--a consequence of patterns made and unmade, of course--Raven stands.

Between one blink and the next he is halfway across the bar, and closing.

Fire flickers in his eyes, and at one of his hands.

And then it dies, and he quirks a very slight smile.

Rage is not always a useful tool. So.

Raven closes in, casually. He has all the time in the world.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

There's a gunslinger on the couch, with a distant expression--too distant for someone trained from childhood to always con his vantage--coffee, and a cigarette.

weighted-wishes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Wish...at home]

There's a Wish in the Bar.

That's statement enough for some, and yet, and yet...that indefinable air of opportunity doesn't seem to hang in the atmosphere as usaul. Far from it in fact. There's a sad and gentle weariness. Almost a depression if one could ascribe such to a being like Wish.

Work won't take the mind off things, no, Wish needs to simply exist and perhaps talk and touch reality for a time...but Wish doesn't know that. Certainly not.

Instead of mingling, Wish is folding paper and letting magic flutter upward from the cool, inhuman fingers. Origmai perhaps, jewel bright and delicate that flutters into true life. Winged things of every shape and description from humble, butterfly winged toads to the darker Demi-fey.

Companions.

Friends...for a time.

Come talk to Wish my friends.

[Keep in mind Wish appears differently for everyone. Please describe who and what you see when pinging]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

The Other is gone.

Faith staggers, clutching her head, and sits down, hard, in a nearby chair, trembling.

She's alone in her head again. Just like that, in the space of a bare second, the pain, the other voices, the bleeding...all gone.

She's just another Slayer, just another girl.

She's covered with blood and guts, there's a long gash on one arm and little holes all over her skin from practically bathing in acidic blood. She's bruised, battered, and exhausted.

And she's smiling. Beaming. Laughing.

She doesn't know what it was like for the others, but she faced her demon. The big one, the one she was never sure she could face.

And she kicked his ass.

It's going to take a while for that smile to go away.

(OOC: Slowtime welcome.)

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

It was over...

The bastard was finally gone for good. He could see people returning to normal. Part of him wondered if waiting a little longer, would it have passed like this? Not to have asked for so many sacrifices?
No, part of him knew he couldn't wait. The curse would have lifted, but it would been lifted off a corpse.
He fingered the rosary again, brooding some.

No, he should be happy. Evil got its ass kicked again.

But where was Ray?
His eyes flickered to the wall in wonder.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack's battle with the Other.]

Even after the door closes on the Other, it takes a few seconds for Jack to lower his weapon. He engages the safety, and tugs at the velcro on his bulletproof vest, all without really thinking about what he's doing. His movements are robotic, instinctual, as it feels like his brain has disengaged from his body.
"You can let me past you, and let me win. Or you can shoot me to stop me, and have to deal with knowing that in a couple of years, your granddaughter will vanish, suddenly. and know that it was you who killed her."
He places the vest on the bar top, his gun still in his hand, as though he's not sure what to do with it. The vest vanishes, but he still doesn't move.
It wasn't her. It wasn't her. It wasn't her. It was just an illusion...
Eventually, he puts his gun back in the holster on his hip, but he doesn't move from beside the bar. Even though part of him believed it wasn't Angela in that maze, something in him has turned off, so that he could do what he had to, and now he's not sure how to turn it on again. So instead he simply stands by the bar, feeling only numbness.

[ooc: Slowtime is love, as I have to go to work tomorrow, and therefore must get to bed soon. Feel free to tag overnight--will reply inna morning. Threads will likely be shortish anyway.]

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

After the Other's arrival and subsequent defeat.

A weary Watcher collapsed back in his seat. Flashbacks to the past, facing Ethan, his once friend turned enemy.
His regret. No more.
He did as he had to, what must be done for the good of all.
But now it was over. It was finished.
This called for some celebrating.
And perhaps some reflection.

supersymmetry

Fred is in the bar just long enough to leave a note for the Infirmary Staff or any Doctors who are not caught up in Mass Doom. (Yes, that is exactly how she addresses it, because Fred doesn't really have that inner filter that tells her how to phrase things eloquently.)

( And here it is. )

aj_crawley

You didn't notice Crowley come in. He didn't swagger, you see, or stroll, or saunter; he drifted in, a little while ago, and if you were looking for the familiar tilt of his chin, or the instantly recognisable way he slithers across the room, lays claim to a chair to lounge in... you probably missed him.

It's hard to be vague about sitting, but Crowley's managing it anyway, at a table a little way off to one side. He's not so much reading the newspaper in front of him; rather, he's watching the patterns the print makes, instead of words, or sentences, or sense.

You didn't notice Crowley come in. Possibly, neither did he.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

It had not been that hard to slip out of the straps. He had disclocated his thumb years and years ago and ever since then he'd been able to dislocate it and pop it in again at will. It was handy for breaking out of handcuffs, if they weren't on too tight, but useless against wires or rope.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes --
After some rather desperate wriggling, he'd managed to free a hand from under the leather straps, relocate the thumb again, and unstrap himself. He hadn't even noticed who--if anyone--had been guarding him because they'd fallen asleep and he'd...he'd not been noticing things.
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --
Then he'd staggered out of the infirmary and into the bar.
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
It was done. It was over. After that last time, he'd revived and they hadn't come back. It'd stopped.
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
He couldn't even let his mind linger on the fear that maybe it was only a short respite...
The Feet, mechanical, go round --
All done. No more funtime for Harper, haha.
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought --
He was rather naked. Well, as he was clutching the surgical sheets to himself, not too naked, but he was naked above the waist, and he looked as if he'd been dipped in blood. It was all over his body, his arms, in his hair, on his face. He left bloody footprints everywhere he walked, and bloody handprints on whatever he touched. The theta-delta wave emitter was still fixed to the back of his neck, in case. Just in case.
A Wooden way
All done, all gone, stomach didn't hurt. Drink time!
Regardless grown,
Time to get plastered, haha. Plastered, plastered, plastered.
A Quartz contentment, like a stone --
Harper realized he had many friends thanks to this ordeal, but that still didn't change who was his best friend of all, and that was Mr. Inebriation! Hooray!
This is the Hour of Lead --
He ordered tequila and didn't even bother with shot glasses--he drank it straight from the bottle, clutching it in a blood-drenched hand so hard he almost broke the glass.
Remembered, if outlived,
Drank was probably not the best word to use. He swigged it down, so fast he almost threw up.
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --
But it didn't burn. That was wrong. It was supposed to burn going down.
First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --
Harper pulled off the emitter from his neck and the head ache he suddenly felt was almost crippling. He started swigging liquor again, and now it burned his throat so that tears pricked at his eyes and he had to clench them shut to keep them spilling out.

But this was a friendly pain, that he'd felt time and time again, in so many different bars and in the loneliness of the machine shop, and in his bunk.

Reeling, from dizziness and alcohol, he slipped off the stool and clutching the sheet with one hand and the bottle in the other, he started staggering around the room, to find someone to talk to.

"Ha! That'll show him! SHOOOOWED HIM. No one can-can take me down! No one beats Seamus Zelazny Harper! I am--I'mmmm a God, that's what I am. I'm a God! Except--except the part where I'm nobody."

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain is on the couch, staring at the fireplace. He may or may not be seeing it. He doesn't look upset; just pensive, and a little distant.

He does spend an awful lot of time doing that, these days.

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Lucifer - sleeves rolled back, feet bare and dirty under black jeans, summer-casual and absolutely unsuitable for a Scottish November - looks around the bar but doesn't sit down. He heads for the lake door instead and makes his way to the shore, leaning back against a tree.

[Plot-locked, say sorry.]

[Er, warning. For some violence, and, er. Graphic imagery. Um, literally.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

black feather

The door flies open.

(angels are faster than humans)

And before it scars the paintwork -

(but not)

- he's across the bar by the door to the lake.

(quite fast enough)

burning.

Current Mood: scared

perfectblue.livejournal.com

More OOM: Illyria's curse has not yet run its predetermined course, despite the Other's defeat.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After the other was defeated and the curses were broken Amanda comes out of the infirmary still wearing the green dress she had been on Thursday, if you had noticed. Having failed to make it all the way to the stairs she collapsed on the couch by the fire.

Come wake her up and let her know that her dress has riden up and is showing her underwear.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht had watched in apprehension and frustration as the fighters closed in on the Other and the darkness closed in.

But then, as the Other stumbled through the door and was subdued by the returning Tim, something seemed to snap in his brain. It was as if a damn had broken and out flooded meaning. Every sound, every scratched letter on the wall had meaning. And with meaning came connection, continuity, learning, teaching, laughter and sorrow.

Naraht sat there in awe for a moment, picking out individual voices and savoring what they were saying. And then he couldn't stand it any more and activated his voder.

"YES! Ladies, gentlemen, hermaphrodites and neuters, we are back!!"

Then duty takes over. No longer useless, Naraht hurries toward the infirmary to see if he can help.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric, quite oblivious to any doom that's been floating around, is once again in a tree outside, rainbow-striped scarf tails the only sign as to where he is. How he gets up there without becoming completely tangled is anyone's guess.

He's got a thermos of cocoa and a notebook, though he doesn't seem to be using either at the moment.

Look how quiet and approchable he is!

(ooc: Little to nothing to do at work, so should have fairly steady connection for the next four hours ish, then off home and awake all night or until the keyboard becomes a pillow)

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Morgan vs the Green Knight: Contest of Riddles]

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel comes back in and settles down near the fire again. She takes up most of the couch, and doesn't care. Fur and leather and Ramon's coat are in her lap, and they're almost all the way together again.

Thread is measured, snipped, and she begins sewing once more.

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin is in the bar.

At a booth.

With a tree.

The tree is in a pot. It is a small tree.

It is, in fact, a bonsai'ed coffee tree.

poetperry.livejournal.com

A note was left down at the bar.

( To Lord Arthur Goring )

asar-suti.livejournal.com

All of a sudden, instead of a slighty purple fox curled up dejectedly before the fireplace chewing the fluffy end of his own tail in nervousness, there was now a slightly purple young man in a very scruffy, very purple sweater in the same place, sobbing with relief.

He pounded the rug with his fists. "Oh yes, my sweet faun, you have done it!" he squealed, then realised that he was making a spectacle of himself. So Asar-Suti collected himself from the floor, sat in his usual chair, and began quietly wibbling at the door.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

As every morning, Mace Windu is near the lake, practicing with his lightsaber.

Students, curious people, nosy people...

Come watch?

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

Yeah, so, Liz Imbrie's in the bar. There's a camera, and, uh, stuff.

Like hot chocolate!

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Animator in the bar.

She's sitting at a far away table, cleaning out some guns. Getting ready for lessons later on today and tomorrow.

In her scruffiest clothing, her hair up in a loose bun away from her face she is very thorough in her work.

Come say hi, poke her with a stick, ask for lessons, find out if she's planning on shooting anyone.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

As it is, there are three small children walking quietly through the bar toward an empty table with books and crayons and paper.

Ask them to draw you a picture or ask if they'd like for you to read with them!

Or really, anything else that strikes your fancy.

aj_crawley

[OOM: after this, Crowley pays a visit to our friend, Mr. Cell. It's so nice, he even decides to stay awhile.]

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Something happened here

( Saraquael's destruction )

last night.

Sariel's come back to somehow feel it, and she hates it, and there's a name, somewhere, she needs to remember.

It's not until she finds herself a seat (alone) that she's willing to remember it.

Say it. Whisper it.

"Carasel."

Full circle's a bitch.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah innabar!

Sarah blithely disregarding any unease due to remnants of DOOM drifting around. She's good at that.

Sarah sitting at under a table near the window, prodding a green blob of sticky something with a fork. She may or may not be trying to see if it pokes back. She could probably stand to be interrupted.

(eta: ooc: right, yeah, still at work, replies might be slow due to phone answeryness or whathaveyou, tag away however ^_^ )

navybabyseal.livejournal.com

Shane walks into the bar.......brused all over.

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

He's here.

Does he really need anything else? ~~Other than the icon?~~

red-as-rose.livejournal.com

Out of the painting of dogs playing poker comes Rose Red, looking tired.

And feeling tired.

Let's get ourselves a drink, hm, Rose?

Good plan.

Iced coffee.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

After this there's a part-time faun in the bar, wand in one hand, stone knife in the other.

He is unharmed but confused.

"What happened?" he says. "Did we win?"

Then he looks down and makes a small sound of distress not entirely unconnected with the fact that he is naked. Abruptly he chages into faun shape, which deals with part of the problem, the other part of the problem is that he still perceives himself to be red with the blood of a god.

capt_angie

[oom: (Millitimed to last night)The curse ends...]

Angelina finally managed to fall asleep at about 4 in the morning, and once she did she slept untill almost lunchtime. Since she woke, she's been trying to convince herself to come downstairs. Eventually it's her empty stomach that makes her leave her room.

She comes down the stairs slowly, barefoot and wearing an oversized t-shirt and jeans. She still looks tired, and her eyes keep flicking around the room, looking for certain people (Harry) that she needs to speak to.

She goes to a booth in a quiet corner of the room and orders a chicken sandwich and a Butterbeer from a passing waitrat.

teach-them-all.livejournal.com

After returning to the bar in the early hours of the morning, Mesaana is sitting in a chair by the fire. A hot cup of tea sits nearby as she again is working in a book of mind puzzles.

Her return to the Second Age had shown that her time here had to be spent well. Time moved more quickly outside while she was here. It was time to accomplish her goals.

Come speak with the Forsaken.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

There is a Fox. She's on the Bar. Mmm, proliferation of capitals. Anyway. Ako is on Bar, dozing.

She wouldn't mind being woken up.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes out of her apartment and into the bar, yawning as she makes her way to Bar for a cup of coffee.

Yes, she's just getting up. She had a lot to make up for.

She's also mostly healed from the thing with the Other last night. There's still a long, pinkish scar on her arm where the Other cut her with a knife, but that'll be gone by bedtime.

Yay for being a Slayer.

(OOC: Am being summoned for mother-daughter bonding. Yay? Will be back asap. Slowtime is love.)

the_lioness

*Alanna sits on the couch by the fire, absently biting her thumb as she thinks. Her legs are curled under her, and she is wearing at least one sweater too many. She has been sitting there for hours.*

cywyllog

There is once again a Welsh princess in the bar, and she does not look happy. But then, does she ever, really? The main difference is that today, she might just be here by choice, though she'll never admit it.

So, Cywyllog, in the bar, at the bar. Drinking ale, not tea. Come chat.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

It's a dignified flop onto the couch.

Really, it is. And the arm thrown over his eyes is stately.

Are you falling for it?

Didn't think so.

Come poke at will.

the_antiangst

Angel's not sure whose bright idea it was to stick gum under the tables - really, what do they think this is, a high school? - but at least he knows to avoid it now.
So he's at one of said tables, with pizza and soda and a mild case of table percussion, people-watching.

(OOC: Between dinner and homework and sci-fi night (it's Firefly, I'm sure you understand) and occasional fic bugs, slowtime will occasionally be necessary.)

ilovelifeforms.livejournal.com

Data in the bar. Or, from all outward appearances, two Datas in the bar, poring over a book of collected 19th century Earth poetry. The second Data might just be his evil twin, but who can tell?

If one were hoping to discern betweet two androids, however, one might safely assume that Data is not the one remarking, "I don't care what you say, this Tennyson fellow was a lunatic."

Interrupt them, for Data's sake.

((OOC: Slowtiming soon for dinner, but will be back shortly.))

wizard_dresden

So, birthday things done - I have stuff to make potions now - Bob will be thrilled. My brother... well, he's my brother and I love him and he'd still better keep the place clean and walk the dog, but he's pretty cool. Yes, even given the whole pseudo-surprise party thing. Hey - Thomas got me really cool gifts. So'd everyone else, but POTION STUFF!

What? No, I did not do a 'happy dance'. Of course not. Snoopy dance, maybe, but never a happy dance. That's just undignified.

Anyway... wonder where my crazy-cursed-like girlfriend is...

[ooc: wireless is love, except when it gets a little over-warm in the attic, then my connection cuts out... so, if I'm slow-like, that's why... *note to self, go to Lowe's to get fan tomorrow]

gone_byebye

From somewhere upstairs there is a sound that can only be described as "W00t!!" Then comes the pitter-patter of baby rhinoceros feet, and a skreeeeek-

Oh. That would be Ray, resplendent in his new black T-shirt and cargo pants, charging for the back door. Practice time! Yay!

red_notebooks

Especially since Jarod still looks like Mr. Raines, complete with squeaky oxygen tank and everything.
gum... all tables
Orange plastic pumpkin. Check.
it's there...
Filled with gum (the trick kind that turns your mouth black). Check.
for fun...
Notebook full of random-looking numbers. Check.
Jarod thinks it's amusing...
Chocolate milkshake nearby. Check.
sort of...

Current Mood: busy

inquisitivehero

[OOM: Hank thinks back over a long day.]

Hank arrives back through the Door with a grin on his face, and heads directly for the infirmary.

If you are fast you might catch him.

He looks tired but determined as he heads to see what else can be done, and who else may need help.

(ooc: slowtime is neccessary. Any tags will be picked up when I return.)

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes into the bar from the Staff Wing and puts up a sign:

NEEDED:
People to help repair the greenhouse
WHEN: Starting Monday

Please sign the roster below, if interested. If there are questions, please see Elaine Le Blanke.

I would like to see this happen before snow flies, so all must be done in haste. Thank you in advance!

Having done this, she sits down at the bar to watch who signs up.

She hopes there are a lot of people. She would like to see this finished by the end of next week.

madetomend.livejournal.com

Sally is slowly getting used to this new place and the fact that Bar gave her a sewing machine seems to have helped. She steps up to Bar and makes another inquiry.

"Could I have some spools of thread, needles and some cloth please?"

A medium-sized shoe box full of spools of thread, a packet of needles and another smallish box of bits of cloth appear.

"Ooooh! Thank you!" She places the packet in one of the boxes and carries all of this over to a table and sits down.

She crosses her legs under the table and feels something sticky press against her dress and leg. "Oh! What?" She pulls down and the patch that was hanging on loosely to her dress comes off.

"Now what." She leans over to check under the table and puts her hand on something sticky.

"What is this?"

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

[OOM: Magius is summonned by his Gods for Duty.]

There is a ripple and the Door opens, and a staggering Magius comes in the Bar area. He slowly makes his way towards the infirmary area, his steps slow. He staggers to where he sat before and then collapses on the chair. He sees that Nina is gone, but nothing more, as he slides into sleep.

(ooc: slowtime is neccessary. Any tags will be picked up when I return.)

teach-them-all.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

In Room n+1, Mesaana meditates on the opportunities presented at Milliways.

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

There is one very, very happy beastie scampering around the bar. It is no longer too large, or furless, or zapless.

IT DOESN'T HAVE TO WEAR CLOTHES.

So it is generally making an excited nuisance of itself by running, jumping, dancing, and making noises of extreme happiness.

Try not to trip over it.

Current Mood: ecstatic

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: After The Curse.]

95-tan.livejournal.com

Theoretically, curses should be going away now.

So why is there still a naked OS standing around in the bar?

Come ~~ogle~~ theorise with her!

Current Mood: discontent

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

No more curses! No more friends with chest-bursters! This is a good thing. A very good thing.

And to celebrate, Laini has gone to the bar, gotten quite a few bottles of various drinks, and headed for a table-booth combo in the corner. Some wait-rats follow along with trays of munchies.

Time to eat, drink, talk, laugh, and fall over drunk. Laini is watching for a few people in particular, but anyone is welcome.

((yep! Anyone is welcome. Tag as you will. No Posting Order. Be Random! ... Well, not an amberite. Chaotic and scattershot! And have fun.))

((Laini'mun is to bed, slowtimes and continuing threads welcomed!))

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: The curse is broken and the Sidle-MacManus clan deal with the aftermath.]

The population of the bar is temporarily increased by one extremely relieved CSI.

She leaves a note for Lord Elrond before taking a fully laden tray of food back for her brothers.

( The Note )

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

Yet again, Mina nearly stumbles her way down the steps. Her hair's coming loose from the knot/braid combination she usually keeps it up with, her clothes look slept in, and if she still had a pulse, you'd think her eyes were bloodshot.

She's a mess. She stops by at the corner of the bar to have a quiet ~~argument~~ discussion with Bar as to whether or not she should have more blood and whiskey. After a few moments, she wins and is served. She takes her items to The Darkened Booth^TM.

She pours the whiskey and the blood in an even mix into the empty pitcher and proceeds to pour herself glass after glass.

An Intervention might become necessary at some point.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Doctor Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter,
sous-chef to Milliways

posts tonight's dinner specials:

Appetizers:
Charcolated Cheese
     (ladotyri cheese, grilled with a little lemon juice dribbled over it)
Mushroom Balls
     (mushrooms, onions, cumin, oregano, breadcrumbs, salt & pepper)

Soups:
Easter Midnight Soup
     (various bits of lamb with onions, lettuce, fennel eggs and lemon)
Vegetable Soup
     (Potatoes, tomatos, onions, carrots, celery and zucchini)

First Course:
Pastitsada
     (Rooster surrounded by long macaroni-style noodles; in garlic, onions, cinnamon, tomato, red wine vinegar and olive oil)
Kreas Strouthokamilou me Portokali
     (Ostrich steak in an orange sauce)

Main Course:
Arnaki Fricassee me Maroulia
     (Lamb with Cos Lettuce in Egg and Lemon Sauce)
Macedonian Tsoumpleki
     (Leg of lamb with eggplant, green peppers, tomatos, beans and cumin)

Dessert:
Baklava Rolls
     (Walnut-clove pastry)
Galaktoboureko Portokali
     (Orange Milk Pie)

(ooc: Tonight's menu from Greek Recipe dot com.)

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

[OOM Ash and Slack forage for supplies. Featuring plenty of psuedo-sibling snark and zombie taunting.]

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd and Neil were out back, dressed for the chilly weather, and staying close together on one of their typical walks.
The celebratory sense in the bar was reassuring, and the tension had lifted considerably now the Other was gone.

It seemed peaceful again.

creator_raven

Raven is in the bar, curled into a corner of a couch by the fire.

He looks oddly comfortable for tucking himself into such a small space.

There is a mug of hot chocolate in his hands, and he takes the occasional sip.

The fire is very pretty. This is why his attention is focused on it. Honestly.

notsoharmless.livejournal.com

~~Lurking diabolically in the shadows~~
Over by the observation window, writing in a musical composition book, is that girl.

Some call her Lyrae, or Random, or Annabel, or aur, or something long and difficult to pronounce, often heard on smaller, more far-out planets.

She seems to be perfectly relaxed. Content, even.

Come say hi. Or perhaps don't. It's entirely up to you.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy in the bar, in a booth. He has slept, a little, but is now staying up a little longer in order to attempt to get a sleep pattern going.
He is eating dinner whilst looking at the sleep chart he started filling in before all the curse stuff happened, frowning at it. It's so appallingly irregular, he's considered 'losing it'. As in mislaying.
Available for poking and happy to talk to all as usual.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's down in the bar, sitting at a booth with a cup of coffee to hand. He doesn't seem to be drinking it much, though; instead he's staring at the Observation window, his face blank. Nor does he seem to notice much of what else is going on in the bar.

Try not to startle him too badly.

valehero.livejournal.com

There is a contemplative messy blond haired girl in a black shcoolgirl outfit and big red bowtie, sitting at a booth by herself.

Feel free to bug. ~~And, mun knows he is going to regret this after this day...~~

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been in the Dreaming ever since last night. It hasn't helped.

So she's back in the bar, snagging a bottle of tequila and a shadowy booth with a good view of the apocalypse outside. It's all she's looking at. Well, that and the bottom of her shotglass.

She didn't even notice the blonde Raph.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha reenters the bar once more, running and looking back over her shoulder. She's wearing her familiar green herringbone vest and skirt over a white blouse, but it's certainly seen better days; the bottom of the skirt is effectively shredded, revealing red-and-white stockings. She's in something of a state of shock, and it takes a moment for her to realize both that she's alone and that she's in the bar. Taking a seat at Bar, she recieves a cup of 'fortified' tea. She accepts it thankfully, hands shaking, and proceeds to do her best to not have a complete nervous breakdown.

Current Mood: shocked

red_notebooks

Jarod, sneaky like a sneaking thing, makes his way into the bar, unsatisfied with the way his trick has played out, he decides to place large wads of gum on the underside of the lip of the bar.

Maybe more people will get stuck this way.

latino_menace

Ramon inna bar, chilling in an armchair. His mood is impossible to discern by looking at his face, it's completely blank. So basically - pot luck. He could either be wonderful to talk to or a total bastard...or any shade in between.

Feeling lucky?

mnt_raph

[OOM: Been curious as to why it is that you haven't seen Raph? The ninja and brief chicken things not withstanding.

Well, you see it all started with a plan.
First the trap has to be set.

And then....sprung.

Hoo boy.]

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There are two Elizabethans standing in a bar at the end of the universe where there were previously none before. They are dressed well: hats, cloaks, and all.

Rosencrantz is looking rather bewildered.

So is Guildenstern, for that matter.

After a moment's silence, Rosencrantz ventures, hesitantly, "Death's a tavern, then?"

Two of the most significant nobodies in the world have come to Milliways.

[ooc: both Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are reboots of their predecessors, i.e. they're being treated as entirely new arrivals; if your character's old enough to remember the first Ros and Guil, we're sad to say that neither of them will remember him/her. also, feel free to tag them either together or separately :)]