(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is in the bar, getting steadily and determinedly drunk.

He's been doing this for about two days. Having your dead wife show up from about three years before she died will do that to a man.

Danny the doberman is lying on the floor under his bar stool, looking worried.

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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

What would you do if Wolf stumbled in from the back with Virginia in his arms, both of them quite bloody?





The world may never know. The door is there, and there has to be a Reason that it's there. Something with the Story.

Wolf doesn't believe in co-incidences. Then again, he does.

That's why he goes through it.

[ooc: Feel free to have a reaction, but basically locked in that they need to get out that door and not intercepted.]

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

(OOM from yesterday: Return of the Wishplot NPCs.
Or: Mark takes Val to Actual Reality for a bit of a vacation, and ducks upstairs to do some paperwork. Val is accosted by the semi-resident loony fangirls; meanwhile, Mark gets a phone call from an old friend of Angel's.)

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There is a Max curled up in a booth, sipping tea and nibbling from a bowl of mixed berries. For no other reason than that she can, and had been in the middle of a food shortage back in Seattle. Which generally seems to suck.

For once, she's not poking at one strange book or another, and seems open to the idea of company. Come bother the X5.

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes Janson has been Thinking. And he has a Plan.

This is perhaps one of those Plans that would cause Hobbie Klivian to scream like a girl.

He's sitting at the Bar now, with a chocolate milkshake, a piece of paper and a pen. He is, in Aurebesh, making a List. If you can read this List, there is a fair chance your name is on it.

It might be safer not to ask what he's doing if this is the case.

[ooc: vaguely plotty, but not locked ... though, ping before tagging anyway, for mun's sanity/stress levels. :) ]

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[aj_crawley]

The door slams open, admitting, in a gust of icy air, a tall, bad-tempered black pillar. Trailing irritable muttering behind it like a comet its tail, it makes its way over to the fireplace, where it eventually sheds enough layers to reveal itself as Crowley.

Flagging down a waitrat to obtain a mug of hot tea, he ensconces himself in the closest armchair and starts trying to warm his hands near the open flames.

London's having a Cold Snap.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[OOM: What Puck and Helium really got up to after Spin the Bottle.

Warnings for content, crack, absinthe, Vera Lynn, and cabbage.

P.S. BLAME JO.]

PLACEHOLDER POST

[stupid-scar.livejournal.com]

In which Harry goes outside for wand-retreival, notes that Gaston's body is gone, and remarks internally upon the fact that Wolf and Virginia are also absent.

It will be mentioned that bar business is going on as usual.

There is nothing else to see here. Please move along, thank you kindly.

[Plot-lockish, apologies for messy swiftness in lobbing this here, we need it for linking. Will be cleaned up shortly.]

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, somehow, Tim got his hands on a harmonica. And as we speak, he is working his way through some basic notes, trying to figure it out. Something happier is what he's going for. Might not be making it.

Come and bug the kid magician, he's amiable.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Yesterday ws a good day. And the good mood that she has carried over to today. Being well rested and without plans for the day (save the usual training) she is relaxing on the couch by the fire with a cup of tea. She is just entranced by the dancing lights of the fire.

Peaceful and happy this is a good time to come and chat or introduce yourself.

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck does not stagger downstairs. He ambles. There is a difference.

He also is not wearing a shirt.

He also has a bottle of absinthe drawn on his back.

The fae ambles over to the bar and drops his head onto the countertop.

Oddly enough, he may have had a few absinthe hallucinations last night.

(no subject)

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Discworld goddess in the bar, still in her Hogswatch apron, now with snowflakes decorating her hair, snow in Ankh-Morepork isn't like snow here, it's sludgy even before it gets to roof level, and grey.

She likes the snow much better here, and has somehow managed to stabilize it so it's not melting in her hair.

She's got cookies, and a pocketfull of spatulas, all bright colors, go ahead and ask for one or the other, she's shiny and full of cheer.

(the usual y'know, bit of time for lunch, patchy tagging after that, though at least LJ seems to have resumed giving my notifications)

Millitimed to late last night...

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela comes downstairs blearily, but please note that eye makeup and dark clothing is still in place. She's wearing her Dad's jacket again and has her backpack with her. She's not seen anyone yet today, and goes to get some hot chocolate.

Along with the hot chocolate, she gets a note.


She takes it and the hot chocolate over to a table where she just sits and thinks.

I freaked her out. I must have, or why would she leave...


[OOC: Plot-locked to Chase, sorry. Have regular post up later tonight.]

Exit.

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

[OOC: Millitimed to late last night, after this conversation.]

Chase doesn't need to take anything with him when he leaves, and so he's empty-handed, wearing the torn and bloodstained clothes he'd had on when he arrived.

The problem isn't so much that his hands are empty as it is that they're both mysteriously reattached and whole. He pauses at the end of the Bar near the door to wrap a thick bandage around the formerly-injured one. He'll have to check out of that hospital as soon as humanly possible when he gets back, and pray that his excuses aren't questioned too heavily.

He takes the time to scribble two notes.

( To Jack )

( To Tony )

He readjusts the gauze bandage on his hand and walks out the door.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is here.

Loosely speaking.

Gorlim is wandering with his wife towards the bar. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be anywhere. He can't hear, and hears too much. He can't see, and sees too much. He flinches from loud noises as if they were blows to his back.

"Come, now, laoch. Just here," the woman says. She sits Gorlim in a booth, close to the stairs. She sits beside the shivering figure, orders bread and cheese and tea from a waitrat, and holds him close to her. Now her arms alone can bring warmth to this ghost, her voice alone is sweet to him. And when the rat reappears with food, only she can compel him to eat a little, even if he'll only nibble at it. He cannot taste it. He barely knows what it is.

But he is here. And she is with him. And it'll be all right.

One more day, and it'll be all right.

---
( ooc )

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle's in a booth, falling asleep against the wall with a half-finished glass of something heavily alcoholic in front of him. Zeke the cat is curled up asleep next to him, apparently in a similar mood.

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

He fades into the bar like an old reel-to-reel projection. A slow flicker of night-dark edged in fire-bright that speeds up until there, on a throne which can not decide what it is, Dream sits.

He has a cup of tea in one hand, and toys with it rather than drinking.

((Madb is going to bed now. She will return "sometime" tomorrow evening. If your character is worried about Lilly, or just wants to talk, I will respond when I get back.))

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[cywyllog]

Welsh princess inna bar, with tea. Tea, tea, tea. No wine. Tea is good, wine is bad. In fact, she may never touch wine again.

It would also help if she could get that "deer in the headlights" look off her face.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes in from outside, shivering slightly, snow clinging to her clothes and hair. She's been training again - the not'scythe is hanging at her waist, and her knuckles are showing signs of recent and prolonged sessions with the heavy bag.

Coffee and food are acquired, and a seat by the fireplace claimed as her very own.

Entrance Post

[primogen-lillie.livejournal.com]

Lillie Langtry had opened the door to The Haven, intending to enter the club so she could get ready for the night's business.

Instead of walking into the chic interior, she entered...

... a tavern?

With a lot of people.

The well-dressed woman with auburn hair and blue eyes stares in confusion at the patrons of this establishment as the door shuts and disappears behind her. Still, a bar is a bar, and she elegantly makes her way to the countertop, seating herself with the grace of a Toreador, and continues to watch the people milling about.

(no subject)

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

There is a fox, foxing about in the bar. Doing what foxes do, which at the moment mainly consists of benignly following the rats around and chatting with them. They've an understanding with each other -- he's been warned not to eat them and so is making friends with them.

He's also walking aloofly over people's feet, tails, and stray clothing. Just to make a spectacle of himself. Hey, when you weigh about as much as a 3-year-old child and are bright orange, why not flaunt it?

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Shift ended, Petunia is now settled at her table with a plate of Thanksgiving leftovers and a cup of tea. Also, knitting.*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: It has been said that among the Ghostbusters, Egon is the brain, Ray the heart, Peter the mouth, and Winston the sanity. Once in a great long while, sanity wins.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way in through the front door, heading over to the bar in search of dinner and a drink. He gets his order- and a dark brown-stained wooden recorder as well. This last is blinked at for a while, until realization strikes him. Then he smiles and finds himself a table to sit at, relatively near the front door.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There, at the bar, with an expression of near indifference to everything and everyone, is another vampire. He may have an air of innocence about him, or, perhaps, it is clear that he is trying to pull off just such a facade. To be fair, if you know him well at all, you could hardly fall for it, but everyone else? Well, he's hoping.

Come tell him that the phony smile he's offering passers-by is clearly that, or introduce yourself if you're dim-witted enough to fall for it.

(no subject)

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

Kate is back in the bar, with plans to conduct a little experiment. It's a night when she would normally be feeding, but instead, she's here, sitting at a table, staring at a glass of blood. She wonders if it will have the same effect as draining a human.

So, tall, red headed vampire inna bar, but approach at your own risk. Tonight, she just might bite.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Out back by the lake there are red lights flashing through the air and being deflected and redirected by a longer blue light. Upon closer examination one would find that Amanda is practicing with a remote. She is focused on both the exercise and her surroundings it would be hard to sneak up on her though that much is hard to tell.

She has been at this a while and might need a break. Beads of sweat have started to line her brow. Though only someone that got close enough or has rather good night vison would notice that.

Gaston Plot OOMs:

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

After being humiliated by Q-Smeagol, Gaston meets the Evil Stepmother who takes him on as her Huntsman, makes him fall deeper into the Crazy, convinces him to take what he wants, and gives him something to help him do it--in exchanged for him killing someone she wants very dead--Virginia.

Gaston then kidnaps a priest, a witness, and who he intends to make his his bride, and tries to bully them into throwing an impromptu wedding against their wills.

His plan has a kink that probably should have been expected, as a certain redhead, who came looking for Hermione to apologize after arguing, hears screams from the roof, and runs to help.

...Instead of running for security, because he's an idiot.

A fight ensues. Everybody gets a little, and they all get a little injured, too. Eventually Harry runs into the fray, not that he can help much, as he's still essentially mute from the Other's curse.

Eventually, Wolf gathers an injured Virginia, the doors opens for them, and he runs through.

The other injured are healed by Zor near the library (Still in progress), Harry goes to get Hermione and Ron's wands, and notes that Virginia and Wolf are gone, and Gaston's body has mysteriously disappeared. Wuh-oh.

Eventually, all split their separate ways, Ron cleans Hermione up and gets her to go to sleep (still to be written), and decides to go to security in the morning.

In the end, the blood is washed away by rain and slushy snow, and all that is left is a strange hunting knife on the edge of the roof, and a soggy copy of Harry Potter And the Half-Blood Prince, which fell forgotten, out of its reader's pocket.

Nothing else has changed. There is no body.

Only those that were there know what happened.

[OOC: The edge of the Dreaming was used by permission of Madb, and the roof area was used with permission of Raph-mun.]

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Barty and Morgan go flying. Millitimed to a few days ago.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is sitting by herself in a booth near the fire. She came downstairs to get some peanut butter toast and some tea but neither sounded very good once they were in front of her. Must be the headache.

She's writing in her journal.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

It seemed Tony lived by the fireplace these days. He was reading another book with the same rapt attention, sipping at a can of soda with a green straw sticking out of it. One would be inclined to think he was watching a baseball game rather than reading a book.

Re-entrance

[gravity_shifter]

[Pre-milliways: Defeat.]

The main door of the bar flies open and Sikozu enters, as if thrown, landing heavily on the floor. The echo of a scream may be audible.

This is not your average Sikozu. Her hair is shorter, spikier. The clothes are black, not red, and she wears heavy black make-up to match.

She's also missing an arm and a leg, which fortunately have also come flying through the door.

A little help would be appreciated. No medical training necessary. She's like a puzzle, anyone can play.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Teenager in the bar. Just an ordinary teenager from California, really.

Right now, however, she resembles nothing so much as a bundle of oversized black clothing that just so happens to have a face. She's curled up in a chair by the fireplace, and she's asleep, with the remnants of tears on her face and clutching a note in her hand. Her school bag is by her feet.

Her makeup might have gotten a little messy from crying. She wears too much of it anyway.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha has a hangover. Agatha has never had a hangover before. Agatha will most likely be more cautious of what drinks she asks Bar to give her from now on. She walks over to Bar without any notes for a change, followed by her clank. The clank has padding strapped to its feet, which will give you a good idea of what her head is feeling like. A quiet request for something for her head results in a glass of a nasty-looking substance. She eyes it cautiously, then downs the glass.

Once the shock of the hideous flavour passes, she is quite relieved to find her hangover gone. Thus, somewhat cheerful.

Come talk before memories of what happened last night actually sink in.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

It's cold outside.

Obviously, but Mara's been on a spaceship for the better part of the month (where space is cold, but shh) and hasn't experienced cold like this.

Luckily Bar gave her the adaquate clothing to wear. Otherwise she'd have frozen. So if you've never seen a Jedi look so vunerable, come look now, because Mara Jade Skywalker looks like a marshmellow.

A green marshmellow.

Come and chat. If you can stand the dark and the cold.

(no subject)

[karthan-pirate.livejournal.com]

Today is the second day that Avar has felt well enough--felt himself enough, not distanced and wide-eyed and strange--to venture downstairs.

He is drinking a mug of something that is very much like spiced tea, and watching the room with spring-green eyes.

There is something of curiosity in his gaze, and something of wariness.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*A sign is posted in the notice board.

It reads:*

The latest edition of the Say True is finally out! Pick up your copies at the bar today!

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael has read the Oxford English Dictionary from cover to cover. He knows what a pomegranate is.*

*But when he asked Bar to surprise him, and she gave him a pomegranate, Yrael realized that the dictionary didn't mention how to eat one.*

*Cue the slightly bemused not'cat.*

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting at a table in the bar, doodling idly on her cast with her left hand, a cup of coffee by her elbow.

Meg's not exactly a talented artist at the best of times, still less when she's drawing with her bad hand; the designs on the cast look vaguely like a cross between octopi and mutant giraffes.*

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is still drinking, with the dog still under his barstool.

Come see if he'll tell you why.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is lurking in a corner near the back of the room.

Come make him be social.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael's in the bar, taking his turn with the baby.

(no subject)

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle is sitting at a table with a cappuccino and a plate of cookies.

It's been rumored that she doesn't mind sharing.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, elbow propped on a table.

His head is resting in his hand, as he is apparently studying a notebook intently.

Occasionally he writes something in a remarkably angular hand.

There are sketches, too.

Cookies are, sadly, nowhere in evidence.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: canonical update]

There's a confused and very frightened young man sitting with his back against the wall on the floor near the fire.
Come give him a hug.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

[oom: Abs contemplates his own actions, and finds he's appalled.]

There's a liar, coward and traitor at the bar.
His girlfriend isn't talking to him because he's a jealous liar, coward and traitor, and because he hasn't told the person he's betrayed what he's done.
He's not talking to the person he's betrayed because he's betrayed them, and therefore feels bad.
However.
He would very much like to talk to anyone else.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters Milliways, looking fairly worried. After the chaos of last night, she's extremely concerned for her friends. So she's soon at her booth with a mug of hot chocolate, waiting just in case word arrives.*

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria's people-watching in a booth. She's been keeping mostly to herself of late, but the Shell's antics last evening left her with a number of amusing (and less-amusing, when the girl had woken up this morning with a hangover) memories. She's in the bar now just to keep an eye on things and make sure that the Shell doesn't get herself into any more 'fun'.

Bored, bored goddess. Have at?

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava, in a chair with a hot chocolate, and a book. The book is put aside for the latest issue of the Say True--

And she found the poll. The last option to vote on caught her eye. ... The one with the most votes. She is somewhat facepalming, and there is a good deal of blushing going on.


((OOC: *snickerfitz madly*))

(no subject)

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Debating with herself for a good ten minutes, Bubbles decides with a sigh that she needs to stretch her legs some.

The bar can only do so much, sometimes.

Lifting her hoodie's hood onto her blond head, she smiles as she walks through the back door, grateful for the night's cool breeze on her cheeks.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Looky!

A Barman!

Joining the angel on the sofa!

Totally catchable if you need him, though!

Um. Yay!

Stir-up Saturday

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil chewed his lip thoughtfully as he looked at the calendar then sighed. Today was Stir-up Saturday! He got his largest mixing bowl, all the necessary ingredients and spent a cheerrful half hour weighing and measuring, then he piled the ingredients into the bowl, added a decent dollop of brandy and gave it a careful wind with his spoon.

"There," he said to Ratty. "Do you want to make a wish?"

He stood back and let all the rats have their turn - because that's how the 'magic' works - stir the Christmas pudding mixture, make your wish and then in the New Year, if you stirred it just right, your wish will come true.

"All done?" he asked. "Shall we let the customers have a go too?"

He carried the bowl into the Bar and set it on a table with a note attached to the spoon:

Dear All,

Stir the pudding and make a wish - who knows? It might come true.

xx Gil

(no subject)

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam gets an entrance post, for the first time that wasn't for bartending in some time.

He's in full drag, naturally.

(no subject)

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

There are white roses in the bar.

Not everywhere.

Just here are there.

Each one is beautiful, perfectly formed, whether budding or in full bloom. Take one if you wish.
(Ahahahahahaha!!!!!)
To each is attached a small, discreet card with dark red ink.

They simply read:

Yrs sincerely,
The Opera Ghost


Soon.

Note for the Shrink

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

A note is left for Dr. Malcolm at the Bar. Simply, it invites him to meet Serena up in her room.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar again, once more looking slightly more on edge than he usually does. I wonder why?




((OOC: Mun is updating things on her dad's computer, I may be a bit slow for a bit, say sorry.)) Done now, come play with him?

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon's in the bar, looking fairly cheerful after a week or so of much angsting around the place. He's actually not drinking alcohol for once and seems to be reading a book. Highly unusual behaviour - but it probably means he's safe to approach.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

( The following note is Millitimed like crazy, with permission from Emmy. Mea maxima culpa. I forgot to post it. )

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah knew she'd have to come back into the bar proper sooner or later, and she's about sick to death of leftover turkey.

Eddie is not, and is sleeping the sleep of the tryptophan junkie.

Susannah has a nice piece of pecan-encrusted salmon on a bed of rice with a mango salsa she's not really sure of. There's also a glass of white wine.

It's really very good.

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

Raguel closes the door behind him as he comes in and crosses to take a seat on a stool at the bar. Last time he was here, he saw a way home through that door, watched people he knew step into it and remained still as it closed behind them.

He doesn't expect to see such a thing again.


But he can't help keeping an eye on it.