(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the Lake.
There are two things of note.
1) He is not a chicken.
2) He is bleached blonde^#.

Guess which one he's happy about.

He takes a spot at the bar, and orders up a beer.

# want to know more?*

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[Scribbled in Andrew's notebook, late last night.]

*Andrew comes downstairs, looking pensive, and heads for the bar to order some dinner.*

working... researching...

[red_notebooks]

Jarod, after having a conversation with Bernard, is sitting at the bar with several books, a variety of liquids and things in bottles and a bar napkin heaped with the largest wad of gum that could fit on it. One guess to what he's doing...

yeah, no...

He's got to come up with a way to remove the gum from the lip of the bar without harming the varnish. This, is not a problem for Jarod; he even thinks he can find a way to make it a 3-in-1 and have it be a polish too. He is a genius after all.

There's still gum under all the tables... he'll get to that. Bar has top priority though.





[ooc: and mun is running away for bed... so assume that if Jarod is approached, he'll ignore you in favor of completing his research... 'night all.]

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is a prince. Quite dead; a ghost, in fact.

Smoking.

Why is a good question. There could be issues about always being a rebel, no matter what age he is in. Or, more simply, he just does because he does.

Have at.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the bar, flipping through a statistics books and doing homework.

Yay for new evil tutors.

On the plus side, it is keeping him occupied.

He still probably wouldn't mind an excuse for a break.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Plane with a soldering iron.

He was frowning, but all in all, he seemed content enough - diagrams to follow, ohms to test, he was contented.

But he was also keeping an eye out for a few things.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain. Couch. Graf and cigarettes, and slightly abstracted expression. You know the drill.

(no subject)

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

There, once again, was the faceless man, seated before the fireplace; in his silence, he had stripped himself of his coat and shirt while he started to perform some stretches and some mild yoga.

...Then a pause.

Covering his lack of face with his arms, there was a muffled noise of a sneeze.

...

Someone's got a cold.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is down in the bar, sprawled on a booth bench, reading a book. If you can see his face -- which you probably can if you're tall -- you'll notice a comically puzzled expression on it. It isn't a very thick book. The front cover has a coloful photograph of a line of white houses whose state of repair qualifies them for the term "shack" overlooking a mountainy landscape with jungle-like qualities. It's one of those travel books you often find in the children's section of the library, complete with a label on the back, Ages 8-10. The cover also displays its subject in big, bold lettering: COLOMBIA.

Come distract him. He'd be more than happy to put down his homework for a while.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti left a message on the notice board that could only be read by Strahan:

My dear faithful Strahan,

that curse I was under, like so many others, has ended. I hope your zombie-shape is a thing of the past as well. If you want me to teach you how to shift into another shape at will, I am ready.

- Asar-Suti

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jonathon wakes up with a cold. Things are not improved.

Because angst is the new black.]

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

[OOC Continuation of OOM spam: Now showing on all screens Mmm Breakage. Rated PG for angst, woe, and whitetexted Billy Joel.]

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Millitimed to Tuesday: Susannah and Eddie and Susan and Cuthbert and Alain and the Clearing.]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Thursday night. Susan tells Cuthbert about opening the front door for Mal. Bert is less than thrilled by the revelation.]

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel, who is almost finished with the jacket she's been putting together, is once again seated by the fire. As such things go, sewing makes a good form of meditation. She still hasn't gotten around to replacing the burnt clothing, so her right arm is bare to the elbow and her boots are showing under the charred skirts.

A soul in tension...

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

After much hesitation Strahan finally makes his way downstairs, past the library, the lounge area and even the bar.

To sit in an area not far from where the doors to the outside are, to wait in unsettled anticipation of what's to come.

It's now or never; if he can't learn the shapechange now he's never going to learn it, and putting it off for another day is Just No Longer Feasible.

I hope I don't have to wait too long...



[Closed to Asar-Suti for the time-being.]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda has finally gotten enough rest so that she can see straight, Yeah. So now she is sitting in a booth wearing workout closes, listening to he iPod, reading a book, and having breakfast.

Her breakfast consists of a bowl of fruit, sausage, crossant, and orange juice. She seems to be in a good mood and seem very approachable.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

( Letter to Tonks )

OOM: Lando and Amanda in Paris

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

millitimed to Thursday morning.

OOM

Warning there was much flirtation and virtually no violence.

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

There is an ex-dead former companion in the bar, or more specifically outside by the lake, as he's taken to being most mornings. He's bundled up in his rainbow striped scarf from bar, you know, the one that's far too long and drags on the ground even when he's got it wrapped three times around his neck, which he does.

He's not up a tree today, but perched on a rock overlooking the lake, scribbling furiously in a notebook, he's almost got the block transfer computations pinned down, almost.

He is slowly discovering though that it will only ever be almost, because as soon as he's right on top of it, he gets distracted by something and looses it.

Go ahead, poke him, especially if you've got food, he hasn't had breakfast yet.

(ooc: at work, no projects, may be lagging with responses due to phone answeringnesses, but other than that I'll be here all day.)

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was sitting at one of the tables near the observation window, the one she'd been at the day before, she had made friends with the green probably gum underneath it, mostly by feeding it kleenex so it couldn't stick to anything, at least, not for the moment, just in case it was alive however, she wasn't going to take it off, the underside of the table seemed to be its natural habitat after all and who was she to mess something like that up?

She had a mug of cocoa with a candycane sticking out of it for stirring and flavoring purposes, she was also working intently at a small loom, not beads this time, but embroidery thread, apparently making tiny indian blankets, or perhaps tiny persian carpets, difficult to say really, but they're pretty!

(ooc: same disclaimer as Adricpup ^_^)

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Girl!Isaac in the bar. She seems to be contemplating something.

Come bother at will.

(no subject)

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Cheery Discworld goddess at the bar, well, at a table near the bar, playing with something gluey and almost flourescent pink, it had stuck to her apron when she'd sat down, and now it was amusing her, stretching it between her fingers and folding it over only to do it again, and again, and again.

She had a plate of cookies, she'd made them herself. They were jellybean candycorn cocoa cookies, some of them might also have had peanut butter, and some seemed to have glitter.
She had apparently made them herself.

She'll probably give you one if you talk to her, and probably a drawer-sticking implement as well.

(ooc: same disclaimers as Adric and Sarah pups ^_^)

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Roger and Thom.]

(no subject)

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff lopes downstairs and plunks himself down at the bar, which gives him his usual breakfast (beer and Lucky Charms), and a note. He flips it open, reads it, and scribbles a reply on the back.

( Amanda )

Message sent, he digs into his Lucky Charms with gusto.

He may or may not be humming the theme song. Chances are he is.

(no subject)

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

Harold is back in the bar, still in his Wolf costume.

He looks adoreable! Come talk to the little prowler.

He might growl at you.
Or smile cutely. You never know.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOM(s): Crowley's not so terribly okay. But he will be.]

(no subject)

[someonesdog]

There's not a lot of options for the vegetarian in Ankh-Morpork. Most vendors seem offended when one suggests that one might not want to have their 100% Genuine Named Animal produce, so Angua's used to soy rats and slightly dubious sausage shaped things and weak watery curries.

When she asks the Bar to recommend a vegetarian meal, she's rewarded with a burrito, which prompts a suspicious look and a few pokes with a fork before she tries it.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

[In room 63: Nita dreams, prophetically and disturbingly.]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

In the bar, there is, logically, a Bar.

Near the Bar, equally logically, are barstools.

One one of those barstools is a young woman (who isn't so young) who is remarkably collected (but not, really), who's eating lunch (sorta), and wouldn't mind talking to people (alright, that last part's true).

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone likes the cold. It's crisp, and fresh, and forces her to wake up every second. Right now, she's sitting on the grass outside, wrapped in her sweatshirt and finally wearing shoes.

She's watching the clouds overhead.

(no subject)

[namo]

Námo is seated on a sofa, dressed in something other than robes, with his legs crossed. On the small table next to him is tea, in his lap is book of poetry -- a weakness of his. He idly swats at strands of hair that fall forward into his face, breaking his concentration every now and again, but for the most part, he is intent on the pages.

Distract him?

(no subject)

[eilinel.livejournal.com]

Out in the gardens, tending to an aging rosebush near to wilting -- they are perennials, so it doesn't worry her -- is Eilinel, Kelly with her, napping on a blanket.

Feel free to wander by and comment on the plant, the kid, or neither.

(no subject)

[outofdepth.livejournal.com]

Guildenstern wakes up in a booth. He looks over, bleary-eyed, to see his erstwhile companion still in the grip of dreams, so he stretches and slips off the bench seat. Moving to the bar, he takes a seat and waits patiently for a bartender to notice him.

He still hasn't figured out Bar, nor has anyone told him the rules. Anyone want to fix that?

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[OOC: There's an ocean on Hadrian. And where there is an ocean, there is a beach. And where there is a beach, there are people to walk on it. Doctor- and mechanic-shaped people.

Yesterday afternoon. Rated EQ for Existential Questions, L for Lilly-related doom, and FD for Famn Damily. In other words? Blood, love, and rhetoric, but without the blood.]

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is a fae in the bar. He has no dress today, but he probably makes up for it by having buttoned his shirt even less than usual.

Well, he was in a hurry. Food before clothing.

Now that he has found nourishment in the form of a glass of absinthe, he is sitting cross-legged on a table, watching people come and go.

(no subject)

[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

The number of green eyed, blond Amberites is doubled.

Oooo.

Martin in the bar.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There is a Max in the bar. At some point, she'd been paging through a book of legends - or at least, there's one sitting beside her on the table, next to a fresh cup of coffee. She appears to have given up on the book, though, and is just people-watching now. It's such an amusing sport...

She is definitely botherable at the moment.

(OOC: Mun is working on assignments, thus may be somewhat slow replying. Distractions, however, are more than welcome. Mun is gone for an hour or two.)

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace is outside, by the lake, as he is every day.

(even when Mace-mun is too busy to come out and play...)

Come bug him.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

OOM: Angela waits for Chloe. She never shows up.

whistle while you work

[red_notebooks]

Jarod's already cleaned all the gum off of the bar - he did that last night, you just didn't see him do it, he even polished her all up - she's shiny now - and now he's working on removing the gum from the underside of the tables.

So, Jarod is underneath a table, gently scraping the gum off and putting it in plastic bucket.

Feel free to notice.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Somewhere near the Door...

Bruce Banner has been here but a few weeks. Long enough to grow almost comfortable in a place where he doesnt have to run, doesnt have to hide. Almost long enough to feel a connection. And now, or the first time, he sees the Door again. And he feels a ...compulsion, of a kind to go to it.

For now, he isnt going, but staring at it, a million thoughts running through his mind.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd was writing in the bar.
Surprisingly not with an actor in tow.
He had left a note for his sleeping fiancee, and stopped down to work on writing.
He was dressed in a shirt, sweater and trousers, curled up in one of the chairs by the fireplace.
He did occasionally glance up to watch the waitrats. Some of the people around, including somebody with bucket who looked to be cleaning up something.
He went back to his writing, but would not mind distractions.

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu has spent very little time outside since her arrival in the bar, as she's never felt particularly comfortable on terran settings. Growing up on bases and spaceships will do that to you.

Today, however, she is slowly walking through the grass, near the lake, looking up at the sky. Feel free to come ask her what she thinks.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[Actually inna bar, millitimed to Friday: Mal and Caspian have a nice long talk. Almost no woe whatsoever! Fancy that.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has settled at a table with tea nearby and embroidery in hand.

She's stitching very slowly, because metalic thread is harder to work with, making tiny delicate precise silver stars around the edge of a handkerchief.

She'd welcome an interruption, and she seems to be in a good mood.

Come say hello?

when the doors of perception are cleansed, things will appear to man as they truly are ... infinite.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Milliways' door opens.

All that could never be said,
All that could never be done,
Wait for us at last
Somewhere back of the sun;

And out of it, step two figures. The young, obedient girl, a new Channeler, dark -- Lyrae, Random, Annabel, to be more. With her, the Gleeman's cape, and a bag -- music and her harp.

All the heart broke to forego
Shall be ours without pain,
We shall take them as lightly as girls
Pluck flowers after rain.

Slightly older in appearance but far older in actuality, the teacher, Chosen -- Selae Arata Pilaera, Saine Tarasind, Mesaana. And with her, a small satchel.

And when they are ours in the end
Perhaps after all
The skies will not open for us
Nor heaven be there at our call.

Neither seem hesitant as they exit, though the younger party knows not to what.

(no subject)

[fated-fox.livejournal.com]

There's Hale, sitting in the bar and nursing a cup of hot honey brew, which is becoming less hot as he uses the liquid in the cup to help him understand his thoughts.

He's thinking about the fight he had with the Seker a few days past, replaying the scene as it unfolded as though he were a spectator and not a participant.

Kya, to her credit, has not bothered to disturb his ruminations, being content to just sit at his feet and keep his toes warm.

But maybe there's someone in the bar less inclined to hold back when it comes to breaking Hale out of his thoughts?

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

That would be Random at the bar.

Looking at the bottom of his scotch glass.

Trying to decide whether something admitted through half a glance of Atlantean actually counts. Come distract him? Thinking like a parent is making him look older. Wiser. But tired.

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

One very squeamish adept girl in a black schoolgirl's uniform sittig in her usual booth. She tries desperately to keep her skirt as down as possible.

Come by and bug her at will. She could use some company.

(no subject)

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles laughs with a high shrill as she whirls on top of a bar stool next to Lady Bar, seeing how fast she could go.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

In from the outside, having laboured long hours over his forge: one (1) dwarf, of the Longbeards clan. He has both dinner and beer. Moreover, he has a space at his table, and an interested look in his eye.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Two Jedi Joiner outside by the lake, sparring despite the chilly weather. A purple blade crashes against an orange one, and Jaina grins up at Zekk as she continues on the offense.

It's nice to be sparring in the night air.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

Talking with Lady Selae the other day had reminded her that Bar can provide her with a Sha'rah board downstairs. Therefore, Shelley Winters has set up at a small table over near the fire with a mug of coffee.

She's played out a couple of scenarios already, and pauses to drink before her mug grows completely cold. One of the move sequences...

Frowning, she reaches down into her bag under the table, and pulls out her dream journal. Yes. The sequence had been similar to one she remembers dreaming now. Strange that she hadn't noticed at the time.

Come and interrupt her thoughts.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

[OOM: In the Sims Room. Inyri and Wes have a "talk." Which in English (or Basic), means they screamed at each other, Wes pinned Inyri against a wall, she cried, he got more upset and things might be worse than ever.

Will these two EVER stop?!]

(no subject)

[karthan-pirate.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a man staggers inside.

He is dark and sword-scarred, with black hair, a sharp profile, and spring-green eyes--s'Ffalenn green, to be precise.

He looks dazed. Slowly, one hand goes to the area between neck and shoulder. He looks at it, blinking. There is no blood. There is no arrow.

"Dharkaron take me, but where is this?"

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

She knows this place. It's not a memory or dream, but reality. She knows this lakeshore perhaps better than herself right now. She knows the tree line and the vista above, holding them as dearly to herself as any beloved's heartbeat.

It doesn't bother her to be standing on the water here, not in the least. In fact, it lifts her spirits. She is vaguely troubled though by the fact that she can't exactly remember coming here. Can't remember bits and pieces of the last days...and somehow she feels she should be far more worried than she is.

But, for now, she's here, and it's enough.

So, there's a Rachel happily walking along the water's edge, an almost dreamy smile on her face as she shuffles along with her hands in her pockets.

(no subject)

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

There's a grim pilot in the bar.

Since this is the first entrance post he's had with all the new icons, it's a different shade of grim than usual.

But still grim.

He's eating some shrimp and looking around for Jaina... they've talked a little about how much longer they'll stay in the Bar, and he's thinking about leaving tonight.

Of course, he won't leave without saying goodbye.

Calligraphy

[badinlatin]

Mal needs something to do and his mun is studiously avoiding paper, so he brings his inks and brushes to the bar with him, fashioning a sign and putting it up next to his booth.

Get your Mandarin calligraphy here
Or really bad pictures of cats

Mal does not draw cats. Usually.

[ooc: Mun will be slow. *Please* ping me at serenitycapn so I'm aware you've tagged.]

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason stumbles happily downstairs and grabs a Gatorade from the Bar.
He should order some food as well, but he'll hold off for a bit. Just to be on the safe side.
He sinks into a booth and curls up, watching the patrons with a far-off look of contentment. The very obvious fang marks on his neck may be an indication as to why.
Come say hello, he's too loopy to bite.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia enters the bar, dressed neatly and simply with her hair tied back, and heads toward the kitchens*

(no subject)

[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

Wedge has had a very hard, very long day. It tends to get long when you've been to three separate planets in three different sectors in one day. So really, when he door to his quarters opens up to the main bar?

Ne's not sure whether to curse the door out, or just chalk it up to his luck today.

Since the latter option requires less energy than the former, he goes with that, and makes his no-longer-really-awake way over to the nearest booth, and crashes there. It might seem impossible to sleep comfortably in full uniform, with utility belt and blaster holster, but he manages quite well considering.

Intermidable war does that.

(no subject)

[lyra_silver]

Lyra and Pantalaimon have been to Milliways several times lately, usually just long enough to meet Will and Kirjava and go home with them. You just haven't seen them.

They're back, now. The trees in the Botanical Gardens are bare and leafless behind the doort.

(no subject)

[clowdyah.livejournal.com]

Claudia walks downstairs from her room with a small grin on her face. She orders a beer and walks over to the fireplace, where she sits on a comfortable chair to relax.

(no subject)

[dreamer_fray]

The door flies open to reveal a blaze of magical fire. Heat radiates from it into the bar. The two figures coming into focus from beyond it must surely be dead... right?

It looks little more comforting when the fire burns out suddenly and a girl and a boy are thrust into the bar, door slamming behind them. Melaka Fray is white and limp, unconscious or dead. Nearly her entire body is bloodsoaked, and holding her up, eyes burning golden, fangs exposed, is the demon that used to be her twin brother.

If ever the words 'compromising situation' were appropriate, they are here.

When he sees they are back, Harth almost glares around the bar, searching for someone or something-

Healer. You're not dyin', Mel.

-arms tightening around his sister almost possessively. Though perhaps it is the face of the demon that makes it seem so threatening.

[Not locked - but please poke in chat before jumping in, for great coordination?]

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Forget dark corner booths. Instead, Svava is at a table, in a well-lit and open area. She felt well enough to try to deal with people today, or at least have them around. The table has a book, a cup of hot chocolate and a calico cat.

Sneaking up would not be advised.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon is in a booth, looking almost obscenely pleased with himself. This is despite the two large bruises on the left side of his face - one on the jaw and across the cheekbone - that you might think would usually be having him plotting to kill someone.

Have at. He's in a great mood!

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is in the bar, sitting at the Bar with food.

Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[obligatoryass]

Logan in the bar, with paradoxes of his own. And a cheeseburger. He'll share the paradoxes, but the burger's all his.

Though he'd love a beer, and is willing to barter to get one.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom sits in one of the corner booths, elbows on the table, chin in hands.

How rude.*

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is sitting in a quiet corner of the bar, drinking from a flask.

He can't quite get the image of Antonia falling out of his mind, whether or not it was really her.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog. Couch. Fireplace. Tea.

Once again berating herself for drinking more than she should, even if she thinks she has a good reason. In Welsh, though, so not many will understand her mutterings, but feel free to ask.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard makes his way to the Bar, frowning as he peers down at the surface. "Okay, I lost my card deck. Think you could get me a new one?" Sure enough, one appears-the same Atlantis-bbased deck as before. Shaking his head, he lets out a long suffering sigh. "I should've said something about them being normal cards this time."

But he sits down anyway, ordering a beer and starting a game of solitare. He wouldn't mind suggestions on how to win the game, or general conversation. In addition to looking tired, he looks bored.

(no subject)

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

He's showered and eaten a very light meal of soup and crackers,a nd he's downstairs now, in the bar, trying to write a note to put up on the baord asking for Dr Malcolm Crowe to contact him. He's got several balled up drafts scattered around him, but he will ge the note written and posted before he goes back upstairs.

OOM:

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Seattle, 2008. A creator gets anxious.]

(no subject)

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

After poisoning her, Mesaana helps Shelley up to her room, before tormenting her and stealing away her dream journal.

(Millitimed to before Mesaana's departure with Lyrae)

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

Angelina is sitting in a chair by the the fireplace. Her long legs are curled underneath her, and shes sipping hot Butterbeer from a large mug. She also has a plate of chocolate cookies perched precariously on the arm of the chair.

Come say hi maybe? Share some cookies?

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

"Bar," Eddie began once he'd come downstairs, "I know I asked you for clothes in my size."

His bill was big enough. He may as well. He'd be paying for the rest of his life anyway.

"But why is there such a thing as camo in colours that would only blend in in a black and white movie set?"

The answer came: Winter Camo, for Fashion.

"Fashion," he repeated and sighed.

The camos were so like BDUs that he'd automatically put on his combat boots. At least he was able to put on a T-shirt instead of struggling with a button-down as had become usual.

And yet he knew, as he sat down to schematics and lunch, if he just had the jacket, he could sneak back in time and hide in the background of Casablanca and nobody would see him.

A note for Jack Bauer.

[badinlatin]

[OOC: After This.]

( Dear Jack --- )

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. With tea and a book. He looks tired, but on the whole far more content than he has in recent times. He settles himself near the fire. With his tea and his book.

Come talk to him.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is supposed to be studying or better yet, working on her paper. She does have the booksat the table with her, along with her brain food of jellybeans and diet coke.

But instead she's throwing cards into a hat. Productive, no?

Come, distract her from her studies!

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Svava wakes up. Millitimed to sometime late Friday/early Saturday. Directly after the fight with the Other.))

(no subject)

[obligatoryass]

Logan writes notes for Lilly. He leaves one on the bar and slides one under her door, in hopes.

( Notes for Lilly )

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt.
He's sitting at Bar, since she's got some of the best seats in the place for people-watching. He's also got tea and paradoxes.
Come say hi.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Tony adds something new to the flat. ]

(no subject)

[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

There's an alpha werewolf in the bar. He's drinking tea and watching the universe end. It really is an unhealthy fascination he has.

He seems to be in a good mood. He doesn't know that Jean-Claude is here. These two things are probably linked.

Come poke the werewolf.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Room 147. Guppy is not well, which isn't really very surprising. Feel free to visit him or hear the cat.]

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

The sign is still up in the bar.


Elaine is reading about the Pilgrims, because Thanksgiving is coming.

But she wouldn't mind conversation.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly spent last night in Alain's room, exhausted from tequila and emotion, and actually slept for once. Alain was happy to let her stay there when he went to do his chores, and she's had a quiet day, taking a hot bath and trying to read more of his book in the Great Letters and generally... avoiding the bar as if it were a particularly oogy plague.

She ventures out to the bar for coffee, which it gives her only after she picks up the plate of healthy snacks that appear first. She also gets a note.

Pocketing the note, she picks up her food and moves to a booth, keeping an eye out for Logan.

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[coming-west.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cally prepares to leave for Italy.]

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs, Fenchurch has a fever.]

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael is happily ensconced in the couch, curled up with his CD-player (Corelli's Concerto Grosso in G Minor, tonight), a cup of tea, and a gigantic copy of The Foundations of Parasitology for some light reading.*

*Ah, bliss.*

*Come pounce the not'cat, or just come say hi.*

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[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne-girl, in the seat by the window, with her book fallen to her lap. She watches her breath mist the glass, cloud and clear again.

She might be thinking of someone, or something, or she might not. It is hard to tell, sometimes.

[OOC: Locked to Gil Blythe, please! Thanks.]

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[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

With a yawn, Bubbles finds a soft blue blankie from Lady Bar on her lap. She grins sleepily up at Bar with thanks, before she flies over heads to the fireplace. Sitting on the empty sofa, she wraps the blankie around her happily, watching the glowing flames.

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[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie comes into the bar with an oil-cloth-wrapped thing under her arm. Her slicker is shiny with water, but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she looks really happy.

If you ask her, she'll show you what she's got. She's pretty proud of it.

Liz gives Archie the portrait of Svava; she meets Lyra Silvertongue and they talk without saying anything.

Attn: spooky_shrink

[saint-veritas.livejournal.com]

( A Note left for Dr Malcolm Crowe )

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Having filled one notebook completely, Adric had given up on attempting to figure out how to pin down block transfer computations for the time being, he'd work on it more later, probably in the morning, though perhaps just after he'd slept for a while.

At the moment however, he was at one of the small tables near the middle of the room, there was a box on it. The box was full of small clockwork critters made of wire and bent utensils, there was a sign on the box, carefully written:

Free to a good home

(other animals avaliable by request)

He was still wearing his scarf, the insanely long, chenelle rainbow striped one, and he had a spool of wire, a pair of pliers and a heap of twisted utensils beside the box.

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[flybywash]

Wash is seated at the Bar, idly nibbling his way through a plate of nachos as he skims his datapad screen. The everpresent crutches lean against the next stool over.

He thinks he's got it narrowed down to five hospitals, all within...well, he can't say reasonable distance, really. But reasonable enough.

Every now and then, he kicks his left foot against his right.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Sitting by the fire, Duo Maxwell has just finished eating dinner. So there's an empty cup and plate on the nearest end table.

He looks quite happy with the state of things. Maybe even a little smug. Not having a hangover this morning might have something to do with that.

Or maybe it's the chocolate orange he just split into segments and is currently sampling.

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo walks into the bar from the door. That door pulled him in. Again. This time, only a few days have gone by. But he's been up to the usual shenanigans. Go figure.

He'd probably be up for a chat, if anyone's interested. Anyone?

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(Upstairs: Raven tells Ace about the defeat of the Other. Oddly, things don't go as swimmingly as you'd think. Millitimed to Friday night.)

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[agirllost]

She sits in a booth near the observation window with 1984 and her iPod but Kim's not really paying attention to either one of them.

Instead, she's drinking coffee and looking out the window. She finds the destruction of the universe still awe inspiring but not frightening.

Feel free to interrupt her.

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee has an iPod. Right now it's in pieces.

She's dismantling it. And grinning to herself.

There's also a tub of glitter by her side. Some might call it a...deterrent.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray could probably go home if he wanted to, but he's not goin' anywhere for a while. Nope, nope.

Got some PROJECTS to work on. Traps, by the look of 'em. (If you're the sort to recognize the look, that is. Otherwise it's just boxes made of metal and oodles of tiny wiry bits.)

Nothin' at all to do with the tendency of the door to drop him somewhere wrong. Nope. Not at all. Why d'you ask?

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There is an Anita in the bar. She's sitting at the bar proper, eating a meal, and reading a book at the same time.

Hiar up in a loose bun, a black teeshirt with red words 'Ghouls gone Wild', and a pair of jeans.

Come say hi or poke her with a stick.

[OOC: Player needs to go die for a while, getting over severe foodpoisoning. ew.]

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[flybywash]

[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday, several hours before this, there is Wash, River, and a conversation between pilots old and new as they approach Hadrian.]

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Tom Riddle]

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[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sonia's back home. Father Martin's back home. Somehow, neither is particularly happy.]