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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

After her conversation with Abs. Aeryn is seated at the Bar, getting slowly but determinedly drunk. It had reminded her altogether of too much. The stress of the past week was weighing on her. Everyone else's problems, the fact that she might never see Andrei again.

She was leaving. She'd get away for a few days. Take Atton up on his offer. Go somewhere were it didn't matter that she couldn't help.

The rumors flew
But nobody knew
How much she blamed herself

Go to a place where she could forget.

She finally drank her pain away
A little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough
To get him off her mind

She was going to Coruscant.

[OOC: Aeryn won't be in bar for a few days, maybe longer, so I'm just establishing her last entrance post before leaving.]

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy's been in her room at lot this week, working on some things that need to stay secrets for another month or so, but tonight she's in the bar, settled comfortably at a booth, drinking tea.

She's got a pen and some paper, and while she's mostly tapping the end of the pen on the table and staring off into space, she occasionally scribbles something down on the paper.

An interruption would be most welcome.

Come say hello?

I know kung fu...too.

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Strange things happen late at night. In this case, strange things happen late at night out by the lake, in the cold, where there's a rather curious and unlikely sight.

The sleazy bald hacker guy who's been drinking Stoli and wine nonstop and hitting on half the female population of the bar is in a black kung fu outfit, practicing his Drunken Monkey style.

While he isn't doing insane slow motion kicks or running up walls, he seems to have an extra spark about him - a new strength, an unusual stamina, something - tonight that's probably responsible for this unusual display of behavior. And you thought he just ran away when things got bad in the Matrix...well, he mostly does, actually, yeah.

But he knows kung fu! Good thing nobody's out here to watch him...or are they?

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Note left for Aziraphael]

(no subject)

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

She's sitting at the bar, slowly stirring an Apple of Eden and watching life move around her.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael is scowling when he comes through the door, scowls throughout the lengthy operation of removing the layers of wool and tweed, and remains scowling as he flops onto a sofa in front of the fire.

One might get the impression that just maybe he's in a foul temper.

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[gonna_live]

[Out of Milliways: Last night on Serenity, Simon invaded a fortress.

Kaylee didn't mind much.]

Out of Milliways: Mike and Indy's Suite

[slayer_fray]

(Family Thanksgiving)

[Millitimed to Thursday due to needing of mun-approval: Thanksgiving with the 134 boys and Mel, woeful under the laughter.]

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She drifted downstairs a little while ago, but did nothing more then curl up on her normal table. Normal white dress, normal bare feet, normal messy black hair but, for some reason, she has kohl around her eyes. Makes her look fey, not quite real.

The look in her eyes, far more unfocused and distant then normal, certainly doesn't help.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Do you remember, just about a year ago, when Tim made a deck of cards?

Well, they're back.

Tim is actually useing the millitarot to build a house of cards. It's a very delicate task, and he keeps failing at trying to build a secand level. It can be frustrating.

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Vampire in the bar, sitting by the fireplace. With a tall mug of something that scents of spices and alcohol.

Brooding? Maybe.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank wanders down from his room, out her back door and takes off in a run. Dressed in his uniform, and with his fur, he feels the cold barely at all. Morning runs have been a part of his routine for a long time, a good way to start the day, even if he doesn't get to do it every day.

His blue fur seems to shimmer as he runs easily through the snow, enjoying the cold weather.

It is a beautiful wintry day and he is happy to see it, so he stretches out into a full run and lets himself just enjoy the exercise.

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[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce Banner is at the Bar, drinking coffee and reading and issue of Scientific American. Laying nearby are several other science magazines and a breakfast, already cold, and mostly untouched.

His glasses keep attempting to slip off his nose, necessitating a movement by him to push them back up, at the same time as he blows the hair out of his eyes, where it creeps down insistently every now and then.

He is the very picture of a science geek, except for the part where his eyes every now and then sweep the room, as if looking for someone or something, before going back to reading.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel enters the bar, sewing loosely held in one hand, and settles down near the fire. She's cold, and she's tired of being cold.

Mind, she's been colder, but in Niflheim it is rather hard to care.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

As the father, so the son. Arithon, prince of Karthan, is in the bar. He finds a table, a meal, and a cup of tea and settles down with a wry smile to the rat who leads him there.

Bartending!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion wanders down, his wife at his side, and he lifts her to a stool before kissing her cheek and turning to write the specials.
DRINKS
Warm and Fuzzy
Windy Beach
Cherry Blossom
Hot Cider
and any warm drinkThen he settles on a stool himself, one arm around his wife, and starts his shift.

"Anything for you?"

(no subject)

[watching_you]

Veronica comes in - and stops. She wraps her arms around herself, shuddering a little.

"Whoa. Who turned down the heat?"

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is sitting in a booth staring at the table silently. If he still looks a little bit stunned, surely it is understandable.
He does glance up, on occasion, to scan the bar, as if verifying that no one is watching him, or snickering at his misfortune.

Though, without asking him, it is probably difficult to know what that misfortune is. It seems he's just a little paranoid.
Come poke him and make him tell you. It's actually something worth laughing at him about.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night and had a long talk with his daughter about why he couldn't arrange for her to protect herself the way he'd planned. She seemed all right with that, despite his worries, so he's come back to the Bar for thinking time and practice time.

In this case 'practice time' involves a small wooden recorder, which out of deference to other people's sensibilities he is playing by the lake, well away from the bar. He's dressed warmly enough for it. There will be time enough for weapons practice later.

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[nita_callahan]

Snow! GIP!

. . .Dude, it's summer back in Nita's world. Snow is a good thing.

Nita's outside, idly making snowballs and stockpiling them up. Though she's got a good coat and mittens, she's hatless.

Approaching carries the risk of a snowball fight. You've been warned.

(no subject)

[deserved_it]

Eustace enters from outside, shaking snow off his hair, cheerful and red-cheeked. He heads for the Bar for tea, and then for the fire.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox comes into the bar through the back door, her book of fairy-tales clutched tightly under her arm, looking more than a little wet; it's raining in Yorkshire today.

She heads over to the fireplace and clambers up into an armchair. It's colder outside than she's ever been used to, and she'd rather like to get warm.

(no subject)

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's been a while.

Yes, it's finally Sunday and the mun has nothing to do all day.

Ergo, Slayer, in big puffy jacket, gloves and earmuffs, making her way out into the softly drifting snow, to go for a run.

What? She's still a Slayer, despite the dead thing.

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

There's an Adric innabar, wearing the apron that he finally managed to compromise with Bar over. It's not as simple as he would have liked, and doesn't have as many pockets as she seemed to want, but it's functional, and has his blue star badge and a smaller one stating 'assistant dishwasher' on the front.

He's collecting abandoned dishes and grinning ear to ear, which is really a good deal better than he's been doing for the past few weeks.

Someone g'head and distract him from work though, he's always up for conversation.

('nother twenty minutes or so for lunch, not sure what my connection/avaliablity will be like after that, but I'll let y'all know as soon as I do I'm here gone for another couple hours at least, or so, but if you don't mind slowtime tag away ^^)

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

There is a Sarah walking in from outside, dusted with snow and laughing, she's wearing her pirate sweater again, and probably her only pair of intact jeans.

She's got snow in her hair and she's grinning, ask her and she'll tell you she wasn't doing anything, but she was out making snow angels, and there's even a smallish snowman, one with a spear and warpaint. It doesn't snow at home and so she's going to make the most of it while it's snowing here.

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[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Not only is it a GIP, it's an actual entrance post!

Go us.

That is to say, there is a David, in the bar, sitting in a booth with a newspaper and a glass of whisky.

See? I told you it was getting to be a Thing.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's reading.

It's Hamlet, this time.

In Random-language, that means he's in a good mood.

Stop by for a visit. He might quote lines at you.

(no subject)

[lore-spinner.livejournal.com]

There's an arachnid in the bar, really.

He has syntax problems, too.

Sometimes he is an old black man, and sometimes he is a young black man, and sometimes he is a small boy, and sometimes he is what he is right now -- a white man around 26 -- but he's pretty much always an arachnid.

Now he's playing chess with himself.

Do talk to him, he won't mind.

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Enter Ash - minus Elvis outfit, mercifully. He's been under enough stress lately.

Shaking his head, he leans against the door and takes a deep breath. That armchair by the fire's looking pretty damn inviting.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy is back, settled at a table with cookies and . . . good heavens, is that actually coffee?

All right then, Amy is settled at a table, drinking coffee, scribbling notes, and half-singing half-humming softly to herself. Something about lavender and rosemary and kings and queens.

She'd probably love company, and she'll usually share the cookies.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha in the bar!

Sitting by the fire actually, reading a book about something or another.

She's wearing ear muffs (even though, yes, she's inside) and Christmas socks!

Come and chat to the eternally happy girl.

(no subject)

[namo]

Brooding Vala inna bar.

Sitting in a booth.

With tea.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down from her room, composed once again.

She stops at the corner of the bar to order a goblet of blood as she looks over the other patrons.

First post, please!

[bentleytehbrain.livejournal.com]

[ooc; Bentley at the doctors, before Milliways.]

...

Okay. This most certantly wasn't the doctor's office.

For one thing, it wasn't completely and utterly blinding white. For another, there wasn't any nurses or doctors scurring around. It wasn't completely cramped, and Bentley probably could manuver quite nicely in the spacious area.

But... horror of horrors... every being... HAD NO FUR. OMGWTFBBQCHICKEN.

It was like something out of a monster movie. Only worse. Because it is real.

But, instead of screaming, Bentley wheels himself further inside, eyes wide behind the large glasses. And begins digging around in the side pocket of his wheelchair, looking for his notebook.

Then he realized his hat is in the doctors office. His bald head is showing.

... Shit.

[ooc; Info on why Bentley is in a wheelchair, if you're curious.

And I'll be kind of dead for a while - It's time for dinner.]

Multi-pup Post!

[just_the_doctor]

To avoid spamming the bar with entrance posts, please to be noting that there is a great deal of boredom in the bar tonight:

- The Doctor sits by the Observation Window, sipping a cup of tea and idly fidgeting with his sonic screwdriver.

- Melkor is at the bar with his ever-present Atlantean, scanning the room with his empty eyes, looking for someone to bother.

- Farther down the bar is Daria, working on her third slice of pizza and her first-ever College Term Paper^TM.

- Geoff has found himself a table and is currently filling a plate with scones, trying new combinations of flavors. There's a cranberry-orange one, a lime-mango, and a "pina colada" one with coconut and pineapple, among others.

- Guildenstern is in a booth, his feet propped up on the table, and his nose buried in the Say True, of which he is understanding very little.

- Molly, meanwhile, is outside trying to work through some kata to relieve the boredom, but is continually preoccupied by peeking back into the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone in a managerial capacity.

[ooc: All six pups are available for tagging. Just please make it clear in your tag which one you are addressing.]

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

Lady Death floats in from outside and to the bar. "Could I get some paper and a quill?" It provides her with paper and a bic. She stares perplexedly at the bic a moment before asking, "Could I also get some ink?"

A small placard appears with drawings indicating the pen's use. She examines it a moment. "Oh! Thank you."

She writes a note.

"Would you please give this to Mace Windu?" The note disappears. "Thank you."

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy didn't sleep well last night. Judging by what happened at home, that's probably not too surprising.
He didn't go home last night, and now he is sitting in a booth in a quiet corner trying to persuade himself to eat dinner. He isn't really succeeding, but he is still trying in vain not to let the strain show.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

There is a Dwarf in the bar, eating and drinking and smelling like fire and smoke.

Despite this he might respond well to being approached. Who can tell?

(no subject)

[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Outside it is cold, and snowy, and windy. Jah-lila doesn't seem to mind much, her coat in its thick winter shag, but she has a little one to look after. For the kitten's sake, she's lugging together as much dry wood as she can into an area she's stomped clear of snow.

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

There's a lupa lounging comfortbly inna booth. There is a burger and a plate of cheese fries in front of her. As well as a glass with a dark liquid in it. Run & Coke if ya wanna know.

She's reading a book while she eats, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.

Come poke the werewolf and see if she bites.

[OOC: Mun is back.]

Out Into Darkness

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-post warning for one large but G-Rated image below the cut and probably R-Rated descriptive writing.]

( Gorlim’s Wraith briefly asserts its existence by the lake. )

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( ooc - IMPORTANT )

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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu hasn't moved from the booth she claimed yesterday after her rather dramatic re-entrance. She's still favouring her right arm and left leg, sitting with her back to the wall and her legs stretched on the booth seat, sketching on a pad with her left hand. Hooray for being ambidextrous.

Annoy at will. Goodness knows she will.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: February 2012. Behrooz turns 19. Er, kind of.]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

After leaving a note for Bernard with Bar, Faith's at a booth, with Security Badge, sharp shiny killing stick, coffee, and dinner.

There's also cheesecake, which isn't much longer for this world.

If you ask nice, she'll probably share.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony was yet again by the fire, now with a new snow icon. He did not have a sci-fi novel with him this time, but a newspaper and a cup of hot apple cider. He looked satisfied, pleased with life, and all around peaceful.

Aww, how sweet.

[ ooc: slowtime necessary beginning...er...when mom says it's time to leave. am not sure when that will be. within the hour, maybe. but will be back, as body decided to adopt strange sleeping patterns again. ]

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

( OOM: Lightsaber lessons continue. No, no schmoop, romance or anything alike. Just serious teaching. )

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace Windu. Booth, Tea.

Have at.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone is sitting in a booth, scowling down at a black umbrella. There is also a pot of glue and a dish of what looks like glitter.

This idea of Eddie's was really, really stupid.

The glitter won't stick to the idiot thing.

(no subject)

[namo]

The door leading from the lake opens with a bang.

The group that stumbles through is interesting to say the least.

A great white tiger, with a shawl-draped, unconcious Man on his back, pads quickly into the heat of the bar, the Man's Lady (Eilinel, his mind whispers to him) beside the tiger, her hand on Gorlim's shoulder, and they are followed by Gorlim's gwador (Lee, his name is Lee).

Heat was important, that is all the tiger knows at this time.

[OOC: This is not plot-locked, but we do ask that if you want to tag the thread, please ping Ven Badger on AIM so we can keep the thread organized! ^^]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Now, I wouldn't want to be counting any chickens before they'd hatched, but there does appear to be a fae in the bar. To be a little more accurate, he would seem to be sitting on a table in the middle of the room, barefoot and rather deliberately disheveled, swinging his legs and sipping a glass of wine.

(no subject)

[mommywitch.livejournal.com]

Piper is sitting in a chair by the fire, hand over her face, tears streaming down like rivers. Occassionally she'll wipe the tears away and breathe in an attempt to calm herself, but then a fresh batch of tears start streaming anew.

She could really use some distraction or comfort or something. Anyone up for the job?

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

After Mal's conversation with Dream, Mal is heading outside with Tequila.

He wouldn't mind company.

And his mun promises to be more creative with the threading than with the entrance post.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is in the bar.

You get no more information. You don't deserve any more information.

...If you must know, he's asleep on a couch near the fire.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is an albino young man wearing all white and lounging comfortably at the Bar. He smiles, holding a pale drink in his equally pale hand. Bright green eyes gaze out across the room.*

*The not'cat is here. Come chat.*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way in from out back and settles down at a convenient table. When one of the waitrats stops by he places an order, and soon has his dinner and a book on dog training. This seems to make him happy, though he could probably do with company.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

OOM: Back at Camelot, Cywyllog's life gets back to normal. Unfortunately.

Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

In times gone by there used to be a double act who graced the bar with their unique repartee once a week, and doled out discounted drinks to boot. Due to the stresses of life, they haven't been seen behind the bar much lately. But tonight, they're back, if only because they could use the money to pay off Mike's recent grocery expenditures.

It's the Indy and Mike bartending show, and they're featuring all the Thanksgiving leftovers!

DRINKS SPECIALS

The Turkey
Ordinary glass: 1/2 oz Wild Turkey, 3/4 oz each of Chambord, amaretto and cranberry juice

Butternut Squash
Ordinary glass: 1 part Chivas Regal scotch, 1 part butterscotch schnapps, 1 part amaretto

Pumpkin Pie
Martini glass: 2 parts pumpkin purée, 1 part syrup, 2 parts spiced rum, splash of cream

Reheated Leftovers
Shot glass: Equal parts Wild Turkey and Jägermeister, spoonful of ignited Bacardi 151

Thanks to Mike's further exploits in the kitchen, there's also a plentiful supply of Hot Buttered Cranberry Punch for those not inclined towards alcohol this evening. Once everything is set up, the two roomies move quietly to their respective ends of the bar and prepare to take some orders.

"What'll it be, folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

(no subject)

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn opens the door and walks in. She's back in her regular outfit of brown riding leathers with her sword at her hip. No clown pants and no Herald Whites this evening.

She shakes off snow and rubs her hands together as she walks toward the bar. She is freezing. Haven in winter is cold.

She gets something warm to drink and then turns to people watch.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

There's a psych nurse in the bar, nursing a pint.
It's only two hours in his time since he was last here, but his girlfriend still isn't talking to him, so he's sort of bored.
Have at.

(no subject)

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles, blond and sweet Powerpuff Girl turned teen, sits happily at the bar, slowly and carefully sipping at some hot (very hot) cocoa from the mug in her hands. Of course, lots of little marshmallows float at the top.

It's the perfect drink to chase away the upcoming winter cold.

Come by and chat. Bubbles is very bored.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael, by the Bar, with tabasco coffee.

The mun is unimaginative tonight.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon? Is in the bar. Lounging on a sofa in fact. There's a good chance he's quite happy and relaxed - evidence to support this theory includes a drink, a pack of smokes and a book.

He's not normally much of a reader and thus, likely to get restless soon. Distract him before that happens?

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's once again in the bar. At least today he's looking a bit more bemused than jumpy. It is probably an improvement. He has tea, he'd be more than willing to share.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cally arrives at the British Embassy in Italy.]

(no subject)

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Zoe's been around.

Really.

You think she hasn't been taking advantage of the food more than ever these days?

Anyway. Now she's here with an actual entrance post. Specifically, at the bar with a salad and a glass of iced tea.

Also with a shiiiiny icon.

(no subject)

[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

Bruce looked around the bar. He was happy to be back, even if was a little annoyed he wouldn't be going to Japan just yet. Of course, if Raph was still around, that might not be a problem. He glanced around, adjusted his grip on his backpack, and made his way to the bar.

He would have to thank Death, when he saw her.

(no subject)

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

Phil walks in with a smile on her face and snowflakes melting in her brown hair. It is apparently snowing in Nova Scotia today as well. Well, wherever one is, where there is snow, hot cocoa is an absolute necessity.

With that purpose in mind she makes her way over to the bar for chocolate, and perhaps for conversation, should anyone interesting happen along.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

Snow is fun.

So are snowball fights.

When River comes into the bar from the lake door, she's red-cheeked and happy, with snow starring her hair and flaking out of her boot buckles and the folds in Roland's duster.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has, apparently, finished whatever she's been working on for the past couple of days, because the pen and paper are no where in sight this evening.

Instead she has brought her sewing downstairs tonight, and is settled in by the fire, embroidering flowers around the neckline of a dark green dress.

She's still humming to herself a bit, and she seems to be in a very good mood.

Company is, as ever, welcome.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Getting warmer. 'Dora and Bernard spend a while talking -- idle chatter and otherwise.]