milliways_bar | Nov. 7th, 2005

Nov. 7th, 2005

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is once again a people-watching Max in the bar. Or perhaps she'd never left. She is, after all, in the same spot as she'd occupied earlier. And the book's still there, though she could have started on it again. And given up again.

Okay, she probably hasn't moved. Except perhaps to get the chocolate cake she's nibbling on occasionally.

Hey, you take luxuries as you can get them.

river_meimei

River sits crosslegged under a table. She has a handful of autumn leaves -- orange, and red, and yellow, each one different, each one whole and flame-bright.

She is carefully arranging them in a pattern on the floor, moving one, turning another fractionally, as if creating a mosaic.

simon_doctor

The front door slides open, and in steps Simon Tam.

Looking a little worried.

He hasn't seen River all day. Maybe she's here.

95-tan.livejournal.com

Still by the fire.

Still unclothed.

Now with a canine companion, courtesy Van Helsing.

Assiduously writing in a notebook.

It's Windows 95!

[OOP: On for a couple of hours, but always willing to slowtime once the siren song of bed gets me.]

Current Mood: working

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room X. Millitimed to the morning after the fight with the Other. Svava at least sleeps well, and Yrael cooks her and Archie breakfast. Or so he says he cooked.]

iris-angel.livejournal.com

Once more, Methos comes through his refrigerator to the bar.

Current Mood: calm

steak-man.livejournal.com

[Room 303: Trinity Infinity]

For someone who's spent so much time in and out of different realities; who's spent nearly a decade of his life trying to understand exactly what "real" means, you'd think Cypher would have adjusted to Milliways life better.

But being able to sit and finally relax - in a bar, no less - is proving a tad more difficult than he thought. He sits at the counter, snakeskin jacket and sunglasses off, drinking black coffee and staring endlessly at the observation window, watching the universe end again and again and again.

sai_delgado

[OOM: Out by the lake on Sunday afternoon,

Susan tells Aziraphael of the parting to come.

One thing is clear: endings are heartless and heartbreaking both.]

the_seafarer

[OOM: Even here, at the ends of the worlds, friendship and happiness and comfort can be given, and received, and returned. Peter and Caspian talk, and go for a ride through the woods, and everything is not so bad, after all.]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Bernard and 'Dora finally get to discuss what Susan told them.]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain's keeping half an eye out for Lilly. She spent most of the day in his room, but by the time he got back from chores she'd left.

He's also keeping an eye out for any friends who still need to be told.

Meanwhile, though, he's taken up residence on the usual couch, and is rolling himself a cigarette.

latino_menace

OOM: Ramon and Random's Australian vacation! Woot! All threads in one place for ease of reading - warnings for extreme amounts of smut, schmoop and general all round happiness. Brief moment of OMGWTF?! in there, but ultimately, the schmoop will not be denied!

No real jaguars were hurt in the making of this OOM.

banished-to.livejournal.com

In Hel's place they call it hröðuðr. Fire. It still marks her clothing, but she has finally gotten heavy cloth to make new clothing from.

It never occurred to her to ask for pre-made.

She was also given a book of different dress designs, and flips through them absently as she heads toward the seat that she likes, down by the fire. Hröðuðr.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the Bar. He's eating basalt, listening to Indigo Girls music and making a list on his holo-computer.

Wanna chat?

~~The mun has not yet achieved adequate caffination for a more creative entry post. She is currently mainlining Diet Mountain Dew to rectify that.~~

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( A rude awakening... )

[OOC: Mike brings glad tidings from the East (of the corridor) to a peacefully sleeping Indy. Pillows and bath tubs are fought over, and Indy eventually finds out about Mel and the Gunslinger exodus, just for balance. Finally, the girl of the hour makes her appearance.]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters from the House of Arch, looking somewhat tired but over all? Pleased. Life is good.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

There's a Han Solo inna bar. He keeps fingering his blaster and glaring at the not'Door. Someone come tell him he can't, actually, shoot his way out?

msmartha.livejournal.com

*At a table near the bar, Martha sits sipping her hot cocoa and staring into a translucent marble.*

gone_byebye

Ray slides down the banister from upstairs- that's getting to be a habit of his- and plunks his big red toolbox down on a table before trotting over to the Bar for breakfast. He'll be working on the electronica later. Right now? Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

Bar must be feeling sorry for him or something.

poetperry.livejournal.com

There is a young actor in the bar, sitting at his usual booth surrounding by books and notebooks. A half finished cup of cider sits by his right hand and his head is down as he reads the book in his lap with a curious sort of focus.

He was gathering information to share with Todd when they caught back up with each other.

Come disturb him if you wish, he's usually all smiles.

the_lioness

*Alanna sits toward the back of the bar, not too far from the fire. Several empty cups of coffee litter the table before her, and a large book rests in her lap. Biting her left thumb, she hums quietly and makes notes in a notebook. She looks like someone running solely on nervous energy.*

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles bounces down the stairs to the bar with a giggle and a streak of blue. A bowl of Lucky Charms sat for her at Lady Bar, ready for her.
Sitting at the chair, she beams as she starts her breakfast.

Come by and tickle her. She's very bubbly.

firmus-piett.livejournal.com

There is an admiral in the bar, at the bar. Nice brand new uniform, with his rank insignia, but no squadron tags.

Of course, he does not have a squadron or fleet to command.

Just tea.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes in through the front doors from Antar, making a beeline for Bar, and acquires coffee, then starts looking around for Mel, or at least somebody who can tell her for sure that the other Slayer's OK.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is sitting in the grass outside, looking out over the water.

She seems a liitle pensive, but wouldn't mind a distraction.

wizard_dresden

Right, so, it's been a little while since Bob was down here - I don't know why he didn't come down on his own, I figure he knows something and can do what he wants, but he decided to stick around the room all week. I don't know, Bob's weird.

Now, Bob's on the table in front of me and he's ignoring me. I really don't know what his deal is, but it's not all that fun to sit and stare at a blank skull.

Stupid air spirit.

[ooc: mun is at work and replies will be dreadfully slow...]

lvpd_sidle

Sara has a habit of falling asleep in a booth, once a crisis has passed.

It's good to know some habits won't be broken.

Someone might want to wake her up before her neck starts to cramp.

aj_crawley

[OOM: Prior to this, on Sunday afternoon, Crowley talks to some people earlier that morning.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is watching the universe end and listening to her iPod.

Come and poke her, she probably wont poke back.

valehero.livejournal.com

Isaac in the bar. She's in her usual booth, and her outfit is not-so-surprisingly covered in soil, and her hair looks even more surprisingly...more messed up than usual. She is contemplating things.

Feel free to drop by and poke.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is outside, sitting curled up on Kaylee's swing with the kitten in his lap, surveying what's still left growing.

Come talk to him.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting in the corner with his flask again, drinking. Also brooding somewhat.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in through the front door with Maria, who gives him a quick kiss and carries Alex off towards their rooms.

He heads towards the Bar for coffee.

obligatoryass

Logan steps into Milliways from Neptune.

He pauses, looks around, and sighs. "Better than going to AP Euro anyway," he mutters.

Before he goes to find a seat, he turns back to close the door.

And finds Veronica standing dangerously close to him.

"What. The. Fuck."

Bar must be trying to kill him.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Ghostbuster in the bar, with a pile of psychology books. The Topic? Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
He was also taking notes, being prepared for all the cases resulting from recent events.
He was also keeping an eye out for familiar faces.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Violet is in the bar, and the sixteen year old is cheerfully...coloring? Yes she's got a coloring book and colored pencils and is coloring away. It's a Teen Titans coloring book and she's currently working on a picture of Kon and Tim. What? Bar gave it to her. Her iPod is wired to her and she's humming softly.

Current Music: "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service

sai_delgado

Susan is curled up in the corner of the couch. Hot chocolate is nearby, but it's almost an afterthought-- or seems so, mayhap, given that it's untouched.

(I won't see thee again - will I remember thee?)

She's looking carefully around the room, almost as if trying to fix it in her mind.

kindred_spirit

Gilbert Blythe is downstairs, because his room is too close to Anne's, and he kinds of needs distractions, after last night's conversation.

He's got very very strong tea, and he's staring at it.

It's really not very interesting.

Come jolt him out of his thoughts. He'll probably thank you for it.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

There was a former companion in the bar, in a booth with a plate of what might have been pizza, though it appeared to be made of crackers, ketchup, olives and nacho cheese, so it was probably some sort of nacho-pizza combination.
He was mostly finished with it, and no longer wearing his scarf inside, though he did have it with him.

Also on the table was a box. The box was full almost to overflowing 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)

Near the box was another pile of bent utensils, a spool of wire and some tools.

G'head and poke him.

highking.livejournal.com

There's a Peter with - not tea, today. Coffee.

Because it reminds him of a Lilly who smiled, once upon a time.

[Summary: In which, in order of Millitime, Peter and Logan bond over plots of evil Alain-y doom involving duct tape, David Bowie, and eyeliner; Peter accidentally breaks Susan because he is being an ass; Peter and Amy have a tentative, but good, chat; and Peter and Lilly fight, leaving a very very broken Peter.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a Max in the bar. Curled up by the fire, sipping coffee and people-watching. She is, apparently, determined to make up for being rather invisible the last while.

Not that she's doing anything to make herself overly noticeable, she's just there. Feel free to bother, she likely won't bite.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava, down in the bar. She is trying to read a book, but keeps getting distracted by everyone else in the room.

That might be a good thing, in her mind. Light and people around.

kitchen_maid

Amy is curled into a chair by the fireplace, rummaging through her workbox, picking out colors of embroidery silks.

The handkerchief she finished earlier is folded neatly on the arm of the chair.

She'll probably go looking for tea and muffins before too much longer, as it's that time of day.

Come say hello?

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom in the bar again. Same bat time (kind of), same bat face.

That is: troubled.*

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

The room felt a bit confining today, and Anne had spent the greater part of the afternoon wandering in red-gold woods and listening to the leaves rustle about her feet.

Autumn evenings, however, call for tea and a good book, and her quilt is folded neatly beside her, ready to be worked on when she puts her book down.

She's having a bit of trouble concentrating, though.

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar, writing on a datapad with a stylus.

She's busy concentrating, pushing bangs out of her eyes every few minutes, and generally just ignoring the population of the bar.

You can come and chat though. Ask her where her puppy is.

Or not. She's touchy about things that have to do with Wes Janson right now.

Then again, when is she not?

slayer_fray

(Reunited)

[Milltimed to late last night, Mike sneaks into Mel's room, only to find he's not the first one in that night. Rated M for Mel and Mike make Debi and Karen wibble.]

elhombrelobo.livejournal.com

It's a great day to be outside...

Winter will be here soon, and Sim has decided he's going to enjoy what's left of "fall" while he still can.

It'll be chilly, but he can handle it. He is el hombre lobo, and his kind can tolerate the cold better than ordinary humans.

That's what's on his mind as he opens the door-

-to be greated by a cold wind, a flurry of leaves and what looks like a demon bunny - the last two being carried along on said wind.

He shuts the door, his front half now looking like a tie-dyed salad full of autumn colours.

It's not a good day to be outside...

Current Mood: leafy

horseblanket.livejournal.com

Sheila's over at a table.

She is still in her second trimester, and it makes perfect sense that, as established, this baby will be sure to love pink.

Since she's eating wasabi peas, drinking green tea, and wearing a green sweater.

Other greens (and other colours) always welcome.

kessel-angel.livejournal.com

Lujayne Forge is also in the bar.

Away from her sister, but watching her nontheless. She may be watching Wes too.

Sixth sense dead girl sister feelings? Yep. She's got them.

But she leaves them alone. And eats her food.

Come chat.

nofaceforme.livejournal.com

No-faced man, sitting at a booth.

Just sitting. With some books strewn about on the table before him, all varying on Egyptian mythology and mystical information and the like.

"...ZZZZZZ"

Oh, wait.

"ZZZZZZZ"

Well, it's not like you can tell by looking at him if he's awake or not!

Poke him if you so wish.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Friendly looking chap in the bar!

It might be an act, it might not be.

You feeling lucky, punk?

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes out at the crack of dawn with plenty of tools, plus a large assortment of gloves.

As people gather to help restore the greenhouse, Elaine makes sure that the ladders she asked Bar for are available.

When everyone is gathered together, Elaine raises her voice fractionally; she's not loud, but her voice still carries.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming out to help me today. We've got about fifty windows that have been shattered. Today, we shall be pulling out all of the glass from the old windows that are broken. Be sure to wear your gloves! We don't want to send anyone to the infirmary for stitches, after all. Be careful, especially those of you who are going up to the top of the green house. The framework is sturdy, it's just the glass that needs to be replaced. Work slowly and carefully, so you are not hurt, drop the glass shards inside the greenhouse to keep them contained."

She smiles at everyone. "Let's get to work!"

[OOC: Sign up here if you haven't yet and your pup wants to help. If you've signed up, just tag the post; people can converse with each other, or Elaine, as you like. There will be a post each day, so you've got plenty of chances; and if you don't tag, it's assumed that everyone who signed up, showed up. Thanks, and have fun!]

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is... around. He seems to be suffering from a case of wanderlust tonight, and so he has thus far tonight migrated from his room to the Bar to the lake shore to the woods to the far lake shore to the really tall beech tree with the really lovely branch that's good for sitting in or falling off to the lake at about ankle depth to the bar to the rafters to the garden to... you get the idea.

But for the moment, he's settled, albeit with a great deal of fidgeting, back inside at a table... no, make that a booth. On the table. No, maybe in the seat. Or maybe he'd rather sit at a chair. Or...

Oh, just come talk to him before he hurts himself or annoys someone he shouldn't.

[ooc: sorry to people I was chatting with, my AIM has decided to go temporarily on the fritz and won't let me sign back on. But I am here!]

Current Mood: hyper

sol-aerin.livejournal.com

It's been two months or more for Aerin, since the last time she found a door that opened somewhere strange - long enough that she's begun to reconsider her earlier conclusions about whether or not she'd imagined the place. She's been a little steadier on her feet, recently - lessons in swordmanship with her cousin are beginning to help with that - and focusing on the printed page has done a great deal for her vision. She's not as good as new, not by a long shot, but she's beginning to believe in a future where dizzy spells and balance problems might loose their grip on her forever.

She's more than a little startled, therefore, when a trip to the library to research certain herbs ends up in her opening the door on Milliways Bar - and more than a little pleased, as well. The place might be strange, but it's certainly interesting.

Besides - perhaps a magic bar can help her with some of the more unusual items on her list.

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone had woken a few days before to find a paper fairy on her bedside table, just the spitting image of Wish's sprites.
He gave me a big paper flower ... from the party.

And you kept it, didn't you?
It had danced very prettily in the flames of the fireplace. She's not sure why she's thinking of it now, sitting downstairs in one of the usual armchairs.
And last night before you went out you opened up the drawer and looked at it to help you summon up your c o u r a g e?
She's not sure why she's thinking of anything now.
Poor Antigone! You and your paper flower! Do you know what your brother was really like?
And so she sits, clutching at the arms of her chair with surprising intensity, and watches the fire.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

~~Michelle~~ Chris is back at Milliways.

Yes, back. She left briefly this morning to go get a few things done at home. The mun was too lazy to describe any of this. Several days passed on the outside but only a few hours here.

She's still not sure what day it is.

Chris is also well on her way to getting drunk, so come bother her. She'd love to talk your ear off.

Current Mood: tipsy

red-mare.livejournal.com

THere has been quite enough of investigating infirmaries and other mysteries of the two-legged ones. Jah-lila is outside tonight, and there, she thinks she will most likely stay.

Although first she is going to drag branches together for a proper pile. It's getting cold out there.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Today there is a Dwarf in the bar, and he is working at that most ancient craft of his people, the shaping of mail from rings.

Doesn't mean he can't stop for a bit of beer or conversation now and again, though.

tim-drake.livejournal.com

Tim walked into the bar, in civvies for once. He had recently been in his Robin costume in the bar, whether for good or worse. Then again, it was probably for the better with Bart from the Young Justice days having been wandering around. But it was nice to be in his civvies for once.

He had a white strip of bandage on one cheek for a near call at patrol. Well, not really a near call since the woman had relatively sloppy aim, but it had been too close for Tim's tastes. Still, it had merely skimmed his cheek and done no more damage than that.

He sat himself down at one of the booths, stretching out a bit there.

( Closed to only Kon for fluff puposes of plotliness. Or something. )

redsnout.livejournal.com

Raptor Red is looking as cranky as a raptor can be as she shoves the door to the lake open. She glances around the bar warily, growling irritably to herself as she sniffs. The last time she was inside, she ended up being doused in beef blood, and she isn't eager to repeat the experience. Still sniffing, she begins to make her way through the bar, looking for anything of interest-or failing that, anything edible.

collects_ears

A casual observer would note no change whatsoever in his demeanor, as George steps behind the Bar. The usual friendly smile is in place. The same outward dedication he usually possesses when on shift. Someone who has spoken to him several times, or better yet has known him longer still, may note a slightly distracted air and a tendency to glance about the bar, far more frequently than would usually be the case.

"Tonight's specials are Cream of Squash Soup, tandoori chicken with mango sauce and Key Lime pie with merangue. Tonight's drinks are Red Alert, Rococo and Royal Scandal."

"What'll it be?"

lupin-xpress.livejournal.com

The peace of the Bar is shattered by a resounding crash as a masked man barrels through the door, pistols in hand. Well, what peace there could be in a Bar. Or a Bar at End of the Universe. Although some may consider the end of it all to be quite peaceful. Unless you're doing the exploding, which would really only hurt for a moment, and then it would be quite peaceful at that...

"Stand and deliver! Don't bother playing games with me, I want you to hand over all the lupins you've got. Come, come, I haven't got all day."

The masked man points his pistols with an air of bravado and Much Practiced Skill.
Dennis Moore has found Milliways.

gone_byebye

Having finished with the traps he was working on earlier, Ray disappeared for a while, but he's back now. And since he's not working on some totally wonko day/night schedule and he's not being pursued by all the ghosts of October, he's a very happy man. Heck, he even has beer. Hooray beer!

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Chase. Bar. Wearing a t-shirt that reads "CTU Agents Do It Undercover" and looking decidedly less than pleased about it.

He has gankable nachos. Come bug him.

[OOC: Slowtime necessary; mun didn't realize how exhausted she was. But! Threads will actually be finished. Swear to god.]

awesome_lilly

Earlier today, Veronica showed up in Milliways. Lilly got to hug her best friend for the first time in over two years. No matter what else is going on, that's going to make a girl happy. Especially if lots of tequila was consumed at the same time.

Veronica's got a room. Lilly's got a table, and more than a little drunk and a smile. It's a damn welcome change for her.

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

One omnipotent hobbit inna booth, not doing anything particularly flashy.

In fact, he appears to be sleeping.

Poke him! He'll love it!

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

( Lock, Shock and Barrel are back to normal AND they get to go home for a little while! )

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius stands out over the water, staring out over the lake towards the outer edge, the one farthest from the Bar. He is lost in thought as he stands, a few feet above the surface of the water, suspended by a spell. His eyes sweep the Lake, the far shore and the sky beyond.

He has slowly recovered his strength from the illness that had lain him low. Now returned to full power, he has begun pondering the charge his Gods gave to him recently.

It is thus that he stands atop the air, a few feet above the water.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

Bruce is in the Bar main area, again, tonight. He is once more trading off time between studying flimsies and staring at the Door. He feels the compulsion that has been slowly growing in him to go and open the door. It gnaws at him, eating away at hi determination not to open the door.

He has found a kind of peace here, such as he has never known before. And he is very reluctant to leave that peace. Also there is the slight part of being chased and wanted dead or to experiment on back in his world, as well as the whole Hulk destroying things when he gets mad thing.

All in all, the Bar is safer for him and everyone else involved... but it doesn't look like he will have that choice.

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond moves.

In the darkness out back, his movements are lit only by the stars above. Oiled armor, and sword, pale skin, glittering eyes, all are visible for moments as he moves in and out of shadows. His movements are smooth, almost like living light and shadows. As he moves through ancient patterns of battle practice, his mind is concentrated on the moves, but he is aware of all around him.

namo

And there is a Vala in the Bar.

Seated on a sofa, pleased to be reading his poetry again.

Was a busy night for him.

the_antiangst

Angel's on one of the couches by the fireplace.
Drumming on it, as it happens. It's too cold for his tastes outside, he'd rather not disturb half the bar with the noise, and there's no point in his slipping out of practice again.
There's remnants of some hot chocolate and fried paradoxes on the end table next to him.

mogget_cat

*Yrael is enjoying his new CD-player far too much. He has it playing, its earphones on his ears, and is playing along with the music. His violin is at his shoulder and the bow is flashing merrily along with the gypsy-esque dance that he plays. Yrael looks perfectly content there on the couch, playing music. The only thing that could make it better would be good conversation.*

*Come listen, dance, or say hello.*

forthsdaughter.livejournal.com

Nefret's down in the main bar, writing in what's probably a medical log of some sort.

Or it could be another never-sent, never-could-be, letter to Lia.

She's not looked in the direction of the front door for quite a while. It hasn't been important.

So as far as Nefret knows, she can't send this letter.

undignified

To distract the mun from how much she's failing Java, there's a Wes at the Bar, glass of whiskey in his hand as he people-watches.

He spent most of yesterday in the sims, and right now, he's probably pondering setting up some sort of shooting range. He doesn't have a clue where to start, though, and thinks it might be a bad idea to just shoot the trees. You never know what has sentience in Milliways.

He's up for conversation. Just don't ask him about Inyri.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

It's a chilly day -- not raining, but damp, and overcast.

That's all right. Clouds make for a better sunset. It's lovely, pink and blue and searing violet, even if to Alain's eyes it looks uncomfortably like a painted backdrop. Masterful, but just a little too flat to be real.

He's sitting on the paddock fence, boots hooked over the rail, cigarette smoldering between two fingers. Morgan's ghost-white mare Epona is picking her way nearer, keeping a hopeful eye out for treats.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

There's still an Adric in the bar, in that booth over there, with the plate full of brownie crumbs and the box full of clockwork critters, you know, the box with the sign that says:

Free to a good home
(other animals avaliable on request)

He's currently working on something jointed and made mostly of butterknives apparently.

Go on, sort through the box, he likes meeting new people.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Jedi in a booth, twirling a straw around in a half-melted strawberry milkshake.

Tahiri's feeling rather homesick tonight. All of her best friends are here in the Bar, yes, but it's chilly outside and there's doom happening to a dozen different people every other day, and sometimes a girl just wants a break.

Seeing as her canon is gearing up towards some pretty heavy doom itself, it's highly doubtful that she will be allowed the vacation on Zonama Sekot that she very much wants.

Ossus is close enough to a home, though. Jedi may not be as comforting to her as the Yuuzhan Vong, but they're still very high up on the list.

Probably has to do with all that control they practice over emotion-leakage, or something.

Oh, and a GIP.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is out by the lake going for an evening jog.

Short sweet and to the point. If you would like to speak with her go ahead and flag her down.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

[OOM: Opera Night -Warnings for nonconsensual sex, violence, and disturbing imagery. As well as the obligatory angst, woe, and whitetext.]

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles kicks her legs as she whirls around on a bar chair, humming to herself. She is bored at the moment. Her day was an uneventful one.

Come by and tickle her. She's very bubbily.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy, having had lots of sleep and some herbs of some sort is feeling much better, and is down in a booth with a cup of tea and a newspaper, the Holby Gazette to be precise.
The front page shows the words 'Head teacher dies in school chaos.' in larger letters, with a subtitle. 'Pupil riot leaves teacher, classmates and paramedic in intensive care'

He isn't busy. There's little in the paper he hasn't heard already. Come and poke him, he will be happy to talk to anyone and he's past the stage where he would be contagious.