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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Fear

My dear

Main Man is here.

At your own risk, have at.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

A boy in pajamas walks into the bar from the stairs.

He can't sleep right now. This problem hasn't come up before, and he wanders at first toward the Bar, but then stops, and heads to the door instead.

When he twists the knob, the door opens slightly. On the other side, he can see a dark room.

His room. Back home.

Maybe he'd sleep better there.

So, with only a quick glance across the bar, he steps back through the doorway.

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[diehard_daniel]

So...one Daniel Jackson in the bar. He wanders in and looks to Bar and says, "Coffee please?" As it appears to him, a book also appears. Daniel laughs and shakes his head as he looks at the title. "Egyptology"

OOC Note: Ping before tagging unless you're okay with slowtime

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is once more settled into his Answer Man role. It's one of those things he does well.

Well, only one of the things. Thats why, in addition to his sign,("WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? LET ME HELP YOU OUT.")) he also has rather large tome in his hands. The title is unreadable, the binding is leathery, and the paper is rather old.

Just another day of light reading.

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[flybywash]

[OOM: Last week, after the fiasco with Tim, Ace stowed away on Serenity for a couple of days.]

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

Smeagol knows something is wrong. He just does. And it's probably not the omniscience, because he blocks it out, and he's had feelings like this before, and it's that that makes him open up to the omniscience just as he finishes walking down the stairs and into the bar.

He comes to a slow halt halfway across the floor, rigid as a plank, staring ahead at nothing with a growing look of horror on his face.

A labored sigh, a moment of blankness, and quite suddenly, Smeagol disappears.

Just this once, he's going to make things right.

Harry and Ron OOM

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

[OOM: Harry and Ron in the cells. Ron sulks, Harry tries to cheer him up and is bewildered by the fact that the world has apparently gone in reverse, both do impressions of Bernard (ooc: pleasedon'tkillus), Ron comments on Harry's YELLING problem, and Harry comments on Ron's stabbing problem. Best friendliness ahoy.]

OOMs:

[steadfastknight]

[OOMs: Michael and-- Karr! start a mission while Eddie is housesitting at their apartment and Kitt is in New York helping Ray and Egon with Ecto. How unpredictable - Kitt and Egon get along. However, it doesn't seem like all that long until Kitt is back where he belongs. The mission is finished before Thanksgiving - and this is Michael and Kitt's first real Thanksgiving together so, of course, a great lot of people were invited.]

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[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

(oom:Raven and an old enemy have a bit of fight leading to a break down on Ravens control, which leads to Raven having a total breakdown.)

A portal opens in the bar, and out shoots Raven.

But Raven wasn't exactly herself. She tears into the bar, the shadow-power around her lashing out, knocking over chairs, breaking glasses on tables and twining around. Her expression is one of confusion mixed with rage. Her eyes narrowed and reddened, she snarls as she stands there in a defensive crouch.

Her powers lash out, seeking emotions to feed off of, to any of those around she might soak in their fear, curiosity, whatever emotion that person may be feeling at the moment- her body soaking up the emotions, making her stronger, powerful. She grinned slightly as she fed off the feelings around her. All the while her powers out of control and seeking for something to grab.


So. A psychotic half-demon in the bar, her powers completely out of control and she's looking for someone to hurt.

Anyone wanna step up and try and calm the little demon girl?


((ooc:If this not acceptable please let me know, or if further explanation is needed by all means say so I will revise the post as necessary.))

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[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Archimedes in a booth with a scroll, ink well and pen.

SO clearly oblivious to everything that is going on around him. Even the fact that he is way underdressed for the weather.

Come bug him. He wont bite.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

OOM: Suprise party in the Infirmary.

Millitimed to Novemeber 25th.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Sitting by the fire warming her feet is Amanda listening to her iPod. There is a book sitting next to her "How to play Sabacc".

She lookslike she is about to fall asleep. Come chat with her.

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There might be a vampire in the bar. It all depends on what you want with him. Isn't he inconspicuous? No?
...Alright, you caught him. That means you should point out just how noticeable he is.

He wont bite, likely. He's gotten it out of his system. Well, perhaps if you ask nicely.

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

John Preston inna bar. Mulling over the state of affairs in his world with a cup of tea, petting Ludwig. Ludwig, for his part, is sitting idly by watching people.

Someone might wanna tell him to eat something.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Letters to Tortall, take 2.]

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[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Here's a Charles
There's a Charles
And another little Charles
Fuzzy Charles
Funny Charles
Charles Charles Beast

Charles Charles
Cookies Charles
Sugar books and roses Charles
Charles Charles
Red wine Charles
Charles Charles Beast

I was once a good prince
I lived in a castle
But I never saw the way
The hunter slayed the Beast
I was only one hundred seventy eight years alive
But it told a tale
And now listen little child
To the classic tale.

Did you ever
See a Charles
Kiss a Charles on the Charles
Beauty's Charles
Tastes of Charles
Charles Charles Beast

Half a Charles
Twice the Charles
Not a Charles angsty Charles
Charles in a
Bar alarm a
Charles Charles Beast

Is that how it's told now?
Is it all so old?
Is it made of herbal tea?
Sparkling, crepes, wine.
Now my song is getting thin,
I've run out of pastries.
Time for me to retire now,
And become a Beast.

You heard the song. Here's a Charles!

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[the_seafarer]

Caspian is sitting in the bar with a nice cup of tea and a book, totally oblivious to any plotting that may or may not have gone on behind his back.

Let us hope the situation remains that way.

[OOC: Homeworking, so tags may be slow, but steady!]

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

The door opens and in falls a Jedi Master. Literally.

If you could have seen what she just came from, you'd know why. The bulkheads are shaking in the ship. Another missile hit the shields.

They're lucky it's just the shields.

Mara picks herself up off the ground (gracefully, and not embarrassed, just pissed), curses loudly and sits at the closest table. Damned Killiks and their damned...damnedness!

Come and poke. At caution. She's always armed.

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes out of hiding for a cup of coffee.
Don't fuck with the babysitter.*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon settles down in the bar with paper, pen, and a pensive expression.

After several moments, he orders a cup of tea from Tashka, and then returns to contemplating his paper.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

There is an Aeryn seated at a booth, with one big bag and a smaller one. Kicking of either bits of luggage would not be advised, as something is likely to explode. She's ready to leave now at any time, but certainly wouldn't mind a chat. Well, she might if you mention vampires. She obviously didn't know the Earth trick of hiding a hickey (or vampire bite in this case) with a scarf.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

[OOM: On Earth 616, Piotr notices something. Sometimes you need to say good-bye to everything that might have been.]

(no subject)

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Long time no see, cowboy.

O'course, technically this here fellow, sittin' all by his lonesome for the moment in a booth, ain't exactly a cowboy. And that "long time" thing may or may not count, too, because hell, this here's Milliways and who said that time's a linear construct anyway?

All that said, seems t'me that there's a Rabbit sittin' in that there booth, tabletop littered with bits of string an' fur an' feathers-- just a few-- while he rolls a cigarette.

Seems t'me he's in a mighty fine mood, all 'round.

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[undignified]

When Wes wanders down and gets himself some lunch from Bar, there's a piece of flimsi along with it. This is marvellous astral, and he shovels his food down before examining the image carefully.

"Yes," he decides with a grin, and places it face-down on the counter again. "Bar," he says in a hopeful tone, "I'd like twelve -- no, thirteen -- patches with this design, if you can make them."

A moment of nothing.

"...please."

Another few moments, and Wes starts to frown -- then a thick padded envelope appears, and a quick check confirms that it contains thirteen unit patches, and he grins. (This grin is tempered, perhaps, when he glances at his tab and sees how much it's increased by.)

"Thank you," he says cheerfully, and salutes Bar before heading for a booth to Plan some more.

You can ask what he's doing, if you're curious. (He will not, of course, tell you anything.)

[ooc: yes -- mun here for a couple hours. Feel free to tag, but preferably no one who knows Wes well, for great not-bleed-ness. :) (Ping if not certain...)]

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is curled up in a booth near the back of the room, watching the people.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin's at the Bar with a bowl of porridge, enjoying his breakfast.

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and the Commodore comes in, looking more than a little tired.

That's nothing new, though.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Ex-rock star inna bar, with coffee.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray quietly makes his way in and through the Bar, pausing only to get a thermos of something from the Bar. He continues on out to the back, where- in slightly beslimed winter clothes that would be more appropriate for a New York City morning- he releases the training drone Tahiri gave him and starts on his usual round of deflection practice and gritting his teeth against the sting of not being able to keep up.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar through the front doors, carrying the not'Scythe and wearing her Security Badge, black leather pants and a dark red shirt that reads 'I Do My Own Stunts.'

Anyone who's been to Antar is likely to recognize the hallways of the palace behind her, before she closes the door.

Visits to the boyfriend are always calming.

(OOC: Back from storm! Free to tag now!)

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina. At a booth with a chocolate milkshake and a deck of sabacc cards that she's currently shuffling.

Do come say hi. Mun appreciates distractions from essay writing.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's been doing the usual morning routine: running outside, working out, shower, then back down to the bar. What's not routine is what arrives with his lunch order of a BLT and fries: a chocolate cupcake with a birthday candle stuck in it. Of course, he'd lost track of the days. He's 43 today.

He carries his lunch over to a booth and sits, a small smile on his face as he blows out the candle.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim the Unhappy, ferocious warrior, traitor, former wraith, and pawn of the Dark Lord, is in the bar.

With a baby. Who, luckily, is asleep.

He is looking for his wife.

He's actually looking for a number of people, but his wife is right up there on the list.

Come talk to him and see if you're one of the others. He'll probably be happy to see you even if you're not.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There is an Ace, in the bar, with a notepad and a pen. She's curled up on the couch, scribbling down a list of something, but every few minutes she'll look up, scan the room, and then go back to her project.

Things to do, you know. People to see.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Guppy has his first karate lesson. Bless]

Outside in the snow there is Guppy.
He would appear to be trying to karate chop a bread roll in half.
The bread roll would appear to be winning.

(no subject)

[thisfatefulhour]

The door opens, and in walks Charles Wallace, backpack slung over one shoulder. There's a moment of surprise, then he grins and heads for the bar, unslinging his pack.

He pulls out an intimidating looking Biochemistry textbook and opens it to a section marked by an envelope, orders a cup of cocoa and settles in to work.

He doesn't seem to be focusing much, though. There's a lot of glancing up and around the bar, as if he's looking for someone.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

She doesn't want to be here.

She wants to be upstairs, with him. Not talking about things. Eating as much as she can stomach and just hanging out in one of the suites. No longer pressuring him to come down.

She doesn't want to be down here where there's cheerful people and people who may or may not know about things.

(I don't know her well either...but she's uh...she's a good friend...of...well, of Raph's)

Who else knows?

But they're shortstaffed and Mel needs the extra cash now she's taken on Dodger on her tab. So she's down in the Bar with her badge pinned to her shirt and her feet on a table, face unreadable.

(no subject)

[bentleytehbrain.livejournal.com]

Bentley is sitting in a booth by a window, his wheelchair nearby for quick escape easy access. He has a book on psychology, a plate of gingerbread cookies, and a depressed look on his face.

Come cheer the poor guy turtle up. Or at least give him some company.

(ooc)Millitimed to earlier today!

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Helen packs to move into her new flat in the Staff Quarters)

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[prydeful]

"Oof," says Kitty, as she stumbles in, Lockheed flapping above her.

There's a great deal of snow in her hair, her nose is red, and there's a pine tree, about five feet tall, being dragged behind her, and shedding needles as she goes.

Nothing makes a hard day better, she decided, like getting a tree.

She forgot the actual "getting" part can be a pain.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

(ooc-- Helen picks out a flat in the Staff Quarters .)

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Hands stuffed into his pockets, Spike whistles a little tune as he makes his way across the room to the bar. There's a nice empty section at the far end; he sits there and orders a tequila sunrise.

Why the hell not. He sets down his cigarettes and lighter and taps his fingers on the bar in time to some music playing nowhere but inside his head. He's not impatient and he's not in a bad mood and he's not thinking about much of anything, except maybe Beth. He's just... there.

Entrance post

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

(OOM moments previously )

The door opened, it didn't bang, it didn't crash, it didn't slam, it just opened, quietly.
There may have been the vague impression of shattering glass and tearing metal on the other side, there may not have been, but standing in the doorway for just a moment before he stepped into the noise and light of the bar was one very confused goth boy in a bodice.

Mostly he was confused by the fact that he was once again in bodice, collar, fishnet sleeves and top hat, he couldn't remember having put them on, he'd been... driving, hadn't he?

He had been, nearly home, his neighborhood even, singing along with Edge of Seventeen when... oh god...

"I'm dead aren't I?"

(no subject)

[thirdfated.livejournal.com]

Three has discovered the outside of Milliways, and his wings are finally getting some time in flight. He makes a strange, but very fast, figure as he flies, his halfmoon staff in hand as he does so.

He finally touches down after the initial swoop, slow, to stand on a tree branch. It may be cold, but he doesn't react to it, just stands like a statue with his feathers moving in the wind.

Flying is as close to freedom as he'll ever get. Even here.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is standing by the bar, looking a little more dressed up than usual in her black dress and heels.

She has a cosmo in one hand, a clutch purse in the other and is waiting (im)patiently for Jack to get downstairs. She won't be around for long but she has enough time to chat with people.

(no subject)

[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

Sonia Belmont makes her way toward the stables, shaking snow from her cloak and boots before entering. With a bit of pride, she notes that she hasn't gotten so used to the cushy, heated bar interior that it's that uncomfortable outside.

She glances around for anyone who looks like a worker, trying not to consider the fact that, given her past encounters in this place, one of the residents may actually be a worker. Fucking Milliways.

Entrance post.

[so-very-mad.livejournal.com]

Look, there is a floating disembodied grin, just sitting above the rafters. It didn't come through the door, though perhaps it should have, as it is only good ettiquete to use entrances and exits provided.

Slowly, around the grin, eyes, fur, ears, a body, paws and eventually a tufted tail appear, and there's a grinning cat lounging on the rafters. A Cheshire Cat.

"Oh dear," The cat in question purrs. "I will have to ask left to stop going right in future, this simply won't do."

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is curled comfortably in a booth, eating what looks like turkey and stuffing. You can point out that it's not Thanksgiving, but hell, leftovers are tradition. Just like home. Without the drunk relatives.
Come by and say hi.
Or try to fill in for the missing drunks...

Entrance Post

[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Jack loses Kate. And Locke. But more importantly, where is Kate?!]

The door opens, and if one were to look through, they'd see a dark tunnel, and the small glimpse of light above, from a torch or something.

But mostly one would see Jack Shephard, standing in the bar now, wild-eyed, pale and gaunt, holding a flashlight in one hand, and a gun in another.

He's breathing heavily, and looking around, in disbelief. Why...was there a bar in the hatch on the island?

And more importantly...where was Locke and Kate?!

[SUMMARY: Jack meets Ace who gives him the ends and outs of the bar, and breaks his brain. Locke buys the anemic some beer. And Tahiri plays Mommy. Or Auntie.]

(no subject)

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways musings]

Liam sits at a table thoughtfully chewing on some mutton. He has long since decided this is his table.

It's a good table.

Anyway, there he is. Chewing.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is curled in a booth, idly playing with a tangle of red thread and two brown feathers.

There is an untouched plate of cookies beside him, and a pitcher of lemonade on the table.

The presence of multiple clean glasses may indicate a desire for company.

Sit down and find out, if you like.

A Cellist's Entrance

[cellist-dana.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways
Dana turned around, and stepped away from the door. Where the hell was she?
It was a bar, a restaurant? And there were a lot of strange people here.
Was this...Milliways?

She tentatively called, "Peter?"

Remember that scene in the movie where Peter jerked his head up suddenly in his makeshift office? And then leapt over the half-door?

Same reaction. Only he hopped over a chair.

"Dana! You're here." He ran over, hugged, and kissed her exurbently. "God, I missed you so much."

"Peter, it's only been a few hours."

He gave her a small smile as he backed away, still holding her hand, "Not for me. Remember what I said how funny time is here? C'mon, I got so much to show you."

She shook her head, "Peter, we should get back." She turned around, and gasped, "Wait a minute. I know I came through a door. Peter? What's going on?"

Peter sadly said, "Sit down, hon. I'll explain. I'll explain it all."

Welcome to say hi to the reunited couple.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

And there's Angel.
No, no, over there. By the fireplace. Because it's warm, and you can take out a case of table percussion on the back of a couch just as easily as you can on a table.
For those who might notice, he looks a bit more at ease than he did at the start of the weekend. For those who don't know... well, just mind the fuzzy gender line if you don't already know better.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

There is a man sitting in a chair near the fire looking quite at ease. He is sitting as far back into the chair as he can with a small book held carefully open in front of his eyes with his right hand. Ever minute, give or take a few seconds, his left hand comes up and turns the page.

He seems overly relaxed, maybe someone should come and shatter that before it starts catching. Things like that are often contagious.

ReEntrance Post

[namo]

[OOM: Journey to Aman: Asar-Suti and Námo arrive in Aman, where Asar-Suti is sent to Oromë while Námo and Vairë find one another. Lazing in the sun of Irmo's gardens, Námo, Vairë and Gorlim speak through the bond Man and Vala share. Later in the day Námo seeks out Oromë and chooses a hound to return with him to Milliways. Asar-Suti, meanwhile, spends time in Oromë's Keep where he is shamelessly flirted with by random Maia. On the second (and final) day of their visit, Asar-Suti meets with Nerdanel before returning to the glen where Námo awaits with Lírë to return to Milliways. Warning: the first OOM contains m/f explicit sex.]



The door opens and in stroll a purple deity with a sack and a Vala with a hound and a large basket.

A very large hound.

The door closes, the ethereal gardens of Lórien lost once more.

Asar-Suti and Námo have again returned to Milliways, though most would not have noticed their absence.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz enters the bar, this time from late February in 2012. It's the third time he'd tried to enter through the planetarium, the first attempts usually ending in wandering through exhibits he really didn't care that much about.

So his expression brightens a little as he enters, and when he checks that he's still unBound. He walks up to the bar and orders some dinner, also paying off also paying off some of his tab.

Feel free to talk to him. As far as he knows, it's been a while since he's been in the bar.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, chin resting on her hands, staring directly at the door. Except the door isn't there.

After the last couple of days, this is the last thing she needs.

Come bother her before she starts weeping.

(no subject)

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

Lady Death returns to the bar, her two Nameless Hellhounds at her side. She floats with them to the counter, where she orders a glass of mead. They lay on the floor at her feet.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

(ooc--Helen arrives at her new room, with her things and starts to make it home.)

Waitress on Duty

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

A tired looking Helen, in jeans and a long sleeved, blue, crewneck shirt is in the bar, with her tray. She's looking for friends, to tell them she's moved, but also keeping an eye out for anyone who looks like they need help, food, or a friend.

The puppy and kitten with her are happily eating away.

Come say hi!

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

The White Man with Green Hair dances down the steps, singing.

( I started a joke )

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is in the bar, in a booth with his feet up and a comic book.

On the cover, Spider-Man is fighting Dr. Doom.

There is also a beverage--red cream soda.

Life is good.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar watching the crowd. The mun is uncreative tonight.

(no subject)

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn pushes open the front door and walks in carrying a small bundle under her arm. She gets a glass of mulled wine from the bar and sits down at a table. She has some maps and might get some work done but most likely she's looking for a distraction.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is pondering if a certain someone liked his hockey gear.

He's also pondering what he's going to eat for dinner tonight.

Decisions, decisions!

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes over to the bar, getting her tray and getting to work.

Come bother her! She'd love to get you a drink or something.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River.

Booth. Back against the wall, one leg tucked under her and one knee pulled to her chest. Watching the room. What she sees in it is, as usual, an open question.

The sullen look of a teenager who's not in a particularly good mood, layered with River's tendency to be distracted by empty air.

(no subject)

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: How do you measure a year (or two)?]

The door opens.

In a swirl of cold air and snow, a man steps into the bar.

He doesn't look quite the same as he did the last time he was in here. Short, bleach-blonde hair's grown out into into its natural brown. His face has gained some new lines here and there. A leather jacket and green scarf cover his sweater.

But just for a second, the expression of utter bewilderment's identical to the first time.

And then, as Roger Davis slowly turns on his heel, taking in the bar, shocked comprehension dawns across his face.

"No fucking way."



[ooc: quick note for those who've met Roger before -- I've decided to retcon him as having originally entered the bar from November 1989. It's now late November 1991 for him. This change won't affect Mark, Angel, or Collins.]

She's in

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is in the bar.. looking around for some one she knows.. Feel free to give her some one new to know

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

There's a Lincoln in the Bar. Not of the Abe or Tom or Nebraska variety -- just your friendly local Six-Echo.

If you want to sit down and discuss strategy for the eventual assault on Merrick Biotech, today is not your day. If, however, you are up for a fluffy, still naive and just plain fun idle conversation, he'd be more than happy to oblige.

Look, he's even got a yo-yo. You know the kind -- it sparks on the inside when you spin it. Unfortunately, having never encountered such an object before, Lincoln's having a little trouble, and is at the moment examining it all unrolled with great concentration.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard comes hurrying in through the door to the lake, looking less than happy and rather cold. He sits down at the Bar, frowning down at the surface. "Okay, stupid move trying to go out there without a jacket. Mind getting me anything warmer?" A moment later a coat appears-with the Atlantis patch on either sleeve, just like on his jacket. Some things, it seems, never change. He replaces the jacket with the coat, and then sets to watching the rest of the bar.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

A shining silver line slices through the air near the front door, and the woman who steps through transforms mid-passage from the matronly "Syrenne" into the familar slim, blue-clad form of Moiraine.

The portal closes instantly behind her, and the Aes Sedai glides toward her usual table, signaling a waitrat to bring tea. Although her outward composure remains evidently serene and untroubled, there is mostly-hidden worry deep in the dark eyes.

[ooc: am multitasking, so replies may be a touch slow, but they will come.]

Entry post.

[necessarilyevil.livejournal.com]

The bar's door opens, and a blonde woman dressed in rather skimpy leather armor falls through, a murderous expression still on her face.

"Xena! Xena? Where are you? I'll kill you for this, I swear it!" she screams at the door as it disappears right before her eyes.

"What in Hades' name is this place? Why am I in a tavern? I don't have time for this!"

She reaches back for her sword, intending to cut a bloody path out of this place if she has to, and finds it gone, as well.

Cue more screams of frustration.

Somebody please distract the screaming crazy woman!

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the Bar, in Felicia mode.

Come get a drink!

(no subject)

[smith-jane-mrs.livejournal.com]

In honor of the death of bohemia the mun's aquisition of canon on DVD there is a Jane in the bar. At the bar as a matter of fact, nursing a beer and surveying the room, by herself once again, though wearing her wedding ring.

She's doing recon, someone has to since the other someone is hiding out in their room.

Approach with caution and she probably won't snark at you. Probably.

Maybe.

Hard to say...

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[gone_byebye]

Ray spent a lot of today outside, practicing. He's safely inside now, where it's warm and dry and he's free to smell just the faintest bit like pain-relieving ointment as he gathers up his dinner and settles in at a table not far from the door.

'Course, he's sort of got his brain on about a zillion other things, so he's kinda making Sumerian cuneiform patterns in his mashed potatoes with his fork. But maybe you wouldn't know that. Or maybe you would. Who knows.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy has tea and pen and paper, and is scribbling notes again.

Still humming.

She seems happy.

Come say hello?

Temporary exit post

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti came into the bar proper from the staff corridor, wearing purple silk Ihlini robes.

He looked around for his friend Námo, and when he located him, waited a bit until he had finished talking to Gorlim.

Then, the two deities went out the door together. A woody glade of great, eternal beauty was visible briefly through the door, then it fell shut again.

Entrance bandwagon, yo

[man-of-all-work.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Why friendly visits should be outlawed in Ambergeldar, and why does everyone insist on calling him Algernon?]

Someone comes in through the front door, whistling cheerfully.

"Lavender's blue," the tune goes,

"Rosemary's green,
When I am King,
You shall be--hullo," says the nice young man who had been whistling, to no one in particular, looking about in some surprise as the door closes behind him.

"What's all this, then?"

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[bloodyrockgod]

It's a Charlie.

At the piano.

( Singing. )

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[mynameisbruce.livejournal.com]

Bruce had spent the previous day organizing his room, and now he was ready to face the bar. He emerged from the House of Arch and took a seat at the bar. He got himself a hamburger, milkshake, and a plate of fruit for Mite.

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Early Tuesday morning.]

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[latino_menace]

The number of terrorists in the bar has just gone up by one.

...yay?

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is flopped on one of the couches near the fire, sleeping a rather restless sleep. He has been there for some time, and if he is to sleep at all tonight, would probably appreciate being woken.
He drifts from light to deep sleep fairly frequently, not fully awake but enough to hear the sounds of the bar drift in, and to know that he is somewhere he considers safe, away from the fear and pain that awaits back home.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Thoughts.]