Exit post

[kings-guard.livejournal.com]

Athos comes down the stairs, expecting another evening of drinking. He's not looking forward to it as much as normal because if he's honest with himself, he's running a little low on cash. Not unusual for him, but still an inconvenience.

Which is why he's relieved, but a little surprised, at seeing a door where there used to be just blank wall. 'Zounds!'

He doesn't hesitate, just heads over and opens it. As he steps through there's a wince and he looks down to his shoulder. The wound that had been healed when he arrived in the bar has made a sudden reappearance, blood seeps quickly back through his doublet and his colour starts to drain back to a sickly grey colour. He mutters a curse of 'The Devil!' and draws his sword...

...and then the door closes, and Athos has returned to Paris.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

They dared him to do it.

And who was he to back out on a dare?

Therefor Gorlim strolls casually through the bar and stands against it, nearish to the wall, eyes darting about to make certain no one is within hearing range. Seeing that this is so, he leans close and whispers something to her. A moment later, just so this is not at ALL a questionable or suspicious occurrance, a mug of hot cider appears on the bar.

Gorlim proceeds with innocently drinking it.

But the next time Jack Bauer ordered anything, there would be an ( annonymous 'note' )

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

LOOKEE!

Here's a rare sight. A Tim, in the bar.

He's there a lot nowadays.

Right now, he's got himself a copy of "The Books of Magic:Reckonings" It's where he came in from after all.

Just needs to jog his memory, or something.

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[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

There's a Phil at one of the tables, reading something on a slip of paper, smiling as ususal. In fact, she's laughing out loud at whatever she's reading. Come find out what it is.

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[maxwellsdemon02]

[OOM: Duo and Heero return home. After a pleasant interlude, Heero has an unfortunate dream. Rated F for Foreshadowing.]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOM]

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse wandered back down to the bar after feeding. He wanted to be out of his room before the strange fellow awoke again. That means downstairs. He considered taking the camera on his way out, but did not wish to draw more attention to himself than necessary.

So he's sitting in a booth, as usual, looking rather cheerful, and watching the universe end.
There is only so much to do when the majority of the bar is in bed. Or perhaps it is the alcohol which makes it so entertaining.
Whatever the case, come distract him. Give him an alternative.

[Ooc: And help his mun stay awake since she didn't sleep lastnight. Here for sometime, with a brief break somewhere, for a nap.]

FOOD FIGHT!

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Sitting in a dark booth Amanda seems to be waiting for something or someone. There is a large pie and a rather large untouched breakfast sitting on her table. Whether or not you know her the expression on her face is clear. She is up to something.

When she catches site of her queary entering in the back door and so she gracefully picks up the pie and throws it at her dear friend, Lt. Naraht.

[OOC: all those that posted the Okay for there pups to be targeted can be found here But anyone is welcome to have their pups join in on the food fight. You can even just post your pups reaction to it]

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

It's a beautiful, peaceful morning in the Milliways "back yard". The sun is peaking over the hills, making the snow sparkle. The lake has a rim of ice upon it which is slowly growing. A chill breeze teases some of the snow off of the trees to drift in gentle showers to the ground.

Yes, it's a very peaceful morning by the lake...

BZZZZOOOORRPPP!

...except for the Horta practicing with his new proton pack. Idyllic scenes have to wait when there's war to prepare for.

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[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: In the Dreaming, Lilly does some thinking.]

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius is at the Bar, reading as usual. There are several books stacked nearby and his staff leans against teh Bar next to him. He appears absorbed in what he is reading, but his senses are never completely blind to what is happening around him. A small glass of red Palanthian wine sits nearby as well.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank McCoy, finishing up a late breakfast and some tweaks oft he equipment in the Infirmary, heads out to the Bar.

After a few moments of writing, he leaves a note on the Bar and then heads out the Door to Earth.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara comes in from outside, stamping the snow off her boots and pulling off her gloves.

Curiousity had driven her out there to determine whether or not her tolerance for cold had increased.

It hasn't.

Thus, a shivering Sara near a fireplace, a mug of soup in one hand.

[ooc: Sporadic slowtime expected and mun has a doctor's appointment this afternoon. Say sorry.]

(Millitimed to yesterday evening)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

(ooc-- Helen introduces Nala and Elena to their new home.)

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[gone_byebye]

[OOM: The problem with shopping for books for other people is that you wind up thinking about the contents. And sometimes that leads to worry, and worry leads to conversations with your daughter.]

(Another) Entrance Post...

[horriblyinlove.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: The story doesn't end when the curtain falls.]

Benedick was certain that this should have been his room. He'd followed the same path as always, made the same turns, and opened the same door.

Yet this was clearly not where he'd expected to be. So, obviously, he'd not been paying attention, and his feet had led him somewhere else.

Still, a tavern was a tavern, and a flagon of ale would not go amiss after the day he'd had.

After all, he had to celebrate his engagement.

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel settles down in the chair she thinks of as "hers", and removes the orange gloves from a small basket she got from Bar.

They are no longer gloves-in-the-making. Now they are gloves in the last stages of having very elaborate embroidery on them. The colors, unlike the link, are very bright. Nearly garish, in fact.

Hel likes colors.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive had woken up in someone's room, then he'd surprised himself by making it to the bathroom, where he'd thrown up, lay in a heap on the floor for a while because that seemed to help, then he'd thrown up again, then he'd washed up and really felt much better for it, aside from the fact that his head felt as if it were full of soggy cotton.

He'd gotten halfway dressed then, pants at least, and boots, though he'd decided that the oversized t-shirt he was wearing was probably more comfortable than the bodice, the collar was sort of a security blanket, so it was back on, and after that he'd collected top hat, bodice and camera box before following the noise back down the stairs.

He remembered, vaguely, someone telling him that the bar was not only a nice lady, but could provide whatever he needed, and would run him a tab for it. Feeling only a little silly he seated himself and asked, quietly, for an aspirin, a glass of water and some oatmeal, he felt that he could stomach oatmeal.

It arrived with a bottle of black nail polish, it had sparkles in. He blinked twice, but murmured a 'thanks' and started eating, food first, then aspirin, he'd make himself sick again if he did it the other way around.

Poke at will, but be gentle with him, he's new.

(y'all know how it works now I'm sure, 'bout half an hour steady while I'm on lunch, patchy after that until I get home, tag away ^_^ and we're into the patchy tagging folks. )

OOM: Mel and Lilly's suite - Circle Cam 4

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Can't see the wood for the weed... )

[OOM: Making good on their plan to do something fun today, Mike, Mel and Indy get stoned with Raven's marijuana. Through the smoky haze, many random topics are covered in true Circle Cam style, including Ace/Mel, foil underwear, razor-edged nachos, and genitalia—though not all at the same time. There's a surprise return by Lilly that surprises absolutely no-one, and a few huge life-altering revelations, all of which fall by the wayside of the big beanbag. What is apparently whacky baccy fun for all the family actually has more plot than pot. It's just kinda hidden. Um... warning for drug use, obviously, and some pantslessness.]

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

It is said that a true friend remembers your birthday but not your age. It is also said that birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake. It's unlikely that any of Goldy's friends will be able to comply with the first maxim since she has failed to inform anyone of the date, nor does she actually know how old she is. But there is one who is only too happy to oblige on all of the above fronts.

Goldilocks seats herself at a table in white jeans and a matching chunky cable mock turtleneck. Her late lunch of chicken pot pie and coffee are accompanied by a cup cake with a single candle in it. It's hard to tell whether she's amused, grateful or begrudging—the eye roll on receipt wasn't very readable.

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[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria's in the bar, having grown bored with her room. She still can't hear her plant (which is why it stays in the room and isn't down here with her), though that doesn't stop her from talking at it incessantly. Really, if you're not very talkative, she'll think you a plant-substitute and yammer at you about how much life as a former god sucks.

And if you're any one of a number of people, she'll likely ask your advice on completely inadvisable matters, despite not really caring for the opinion of lesser beings.

Just don't ask her why she's still here. She's leaving soon, really. Her plans have changed, but going home is still Plan A. It's just that now there are more plans to consider.

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska is in the bar.

It's Asar-Suti's anniversary today, which probably explains why she's in what passes for dress robes in a society where a wizard's robes are rich and sparkly by default. Rich magenta velvet is sprinkled with silver stars and occult symbols in an almost tasteful manner, and her hat is hardly shedding glitter at all. Even the staff has been polished and rests on the back of her fireside chair as she reads.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Aargh! Ow! Agh!"

The door is open and snow drifts in from outside. As does Guppy, who is defending himself from a pelting of rock-laced snowballs... with a cucumber. He slams the door shut and glares ferociously at it, then goes over to the bar.

A large bucket of ice cold water appears on her surface. The frown suddenly turns into a grin.

"Thank you Bar. That's an excellent suggestion."

He picks up the bucket and heads back to the door, remembering exactly where Lee stood. He opens the door and throws the contents of the bucket on the surprised thugs before slamming it again. He places the bucket back on the bar.

"Thank you. A hot chocolate please."

He takes the warm drink and goes to sit by the fire.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie/Piano. An OTP that will never end.

( Singing. )

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[gold-griffen.livejournal.com]

Gryffindor steps into the bar once more. He heads up to Bar and orders some food, simple things but delicious nonetheless. He glances around the room and finds a table for himself beginning to eat slowly but then, savoring the taste of the food he smiles a bit.

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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits near the fireplace, reading a novel and occasionally sipping from a coffeecup.

Mm, hazelnut.

it seems to be an entry. hm.

[warren--peace.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Mad Science Class Goes Awry]

There is a young man standing near the door, smoke drifting gently off of his leather jacket and a few spots of his hair. He blinks, only once, and looks around before rolling his eyes once again.

"Great."

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[biiigbooone.livejournal.com]

Wendell is extremely relieved not to be plaid anymore, and is also very hungry. As King of a magic country, he is not unaccustomed to strange alterations in his appearance, but he does not like them, so he makes his way downstairs warily, albeit with the proper poise as befits the King of the Fourth Kingdom.

"A cup of cocoa, I think, and a cheese sandwich," he says magestically to the bar. Bar, oddly enough, does not comply, and Wendell looks frustrated. And for a waiter.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is at the bar, with her Security badge and coffee.

There's a bowl of cheese puffs in front of her, but she's not eating it - she's eyeing it with suspicion, and poking the bowl now and then.

Considering what her world's like, there's probably a good reason.

Who's brave enough to ask?

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is back in her booth with a glass of tequila in front of her. The drink is largely being ignored. She keeps balancing her knife on the back of her hand, then jerking her hand away and catching the knife before it hits the table. She hasn't missed yet.

You just know you want to break that kind of concentration.

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[wizard_howell]

( OOM: a few minutes earlier )

Though he'll never admit it publicly and by expression, Howl is extremely pleased his plan appears to have worked. This is, after all, one place the Witch can't possibly find him...

...or can she? He hadn't really considered that; Mrs Pentstemmon always told him his impulsiveness and inattention to close detail would be his downfall. There is certainly great magic afoot, but it didn't feel like hers the last time he'd been to this pub. No one mentioned her; no one looked about in apprehension; none of that happened.

Howl smooths out the scarlet-and-gold fabric that drapes over him so perfectly (thank you very much) and rests his hands on his hips, gazing about the place with almost childish delight. At least it would be childish if his eyes weren't quite so marble-like and glassy.

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[monster-made.livejournal.com]

Kate is back in the bar, and as per usual, sitting with her back to the bar, people watching.

Her experiment didn't go so well last time, so she's just fed and is feeling rather satisfied.

Feel free to poke the vampire. Biting, tonight, might be optional.

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[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie, sitting behind the Bar with a Coke and notebook and dusty book closes all three and sticks them under the Bar, tearing a sheet of paper out of his notebook first. He copies his selections from The Barman's Bestiary down carefully.

Happy Hour Specials

Zoo Night! All drinks with animal-names are on special. A selection of examples below:

Kentucky Mule
Goldfish
Somebird
Green Tree Frog
Rattlesnake Cocktail
White Spider
Dragonfly

Nonhuman patrons drink half-price.

"Evening, everybody. Specials are on the board, and as always, Bar does a damn good dinner, too. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour."

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[wolfskincoat.livejournal.com]

The coat is thick, black, and woollen, and she hugs it around herself against the snow, which appears heavier out of the front door than it has been out by the lake. She pulls a thick fur-lined hat off, and shakes her red hair loose as she approaches the bar, climbs on to a stool, and orders a mulled brandy.

Cupping it in hands white with cold, she holds it to her face and breathes in, savouring the aroma before she even contemplates a sip.

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[friendofscottie.livejournal.com]

Midge takes a seat by the Observation Window and stares out.

She's not sure if she should be amused or exasperated.

By Scottie. Not by the Observation Window.

[ ooc: Midge is going through canon, so beware of Vertigo spoilers. ]

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[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles smiles as she walks downstairs into the bar. Currently dressing warmer because of the cool weather lately.

She takes a seat at her usual place at the bar, tossing her hair over her shoulder as a Cheese pizza appears for her dinner.

A beautiful blond and Pizza? Who wouldn't want to talk to Bubbles?!

OOM: Mel and Lilly's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Making no sense of it all... )

[OOM: Some time after Lilly leaves the suite, Indy wakes and struggles with recall. Many times. At a loss, he flees to the relatively unperplexing sanctuary of his own suite.]

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Apparently, books can't be stared down. Or at least, glaring at them isn't helping Max any. She hasn't progressed any in her research, and it's beginning to frustrate her. A lot.

Come distract the X5?

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[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack Shephard makes his way downstairs, rubbing his eyes. He looks less tired, and less confused...although, well, damn. This place wasn't a dream.

He's wearing some new clothes Bar gave him, the gun tucked into the back waistband of his pants. He makes his way over to the Bar, leaning on it as he sits and yawns, and orders a Coke.

Come and chat with the island doctor.

But... it was so artistically done [entry post]

[art-and-war.livejournal.com]

In a flash, the entire world turned to one of searing pain. The battle had been going poorly, yes, but there was never a doubt that the admiral was in utter control. He always was.

Then the unthinkable happened. Stabbed by his own bodyguard, the admiral had been defeated by the one thing he had failed to anticipate: the betrayal of one of his own. It had happened time and time again. Wryly, he realized that it was how his overlord had died... killed by the one he most trusted. In a way, it was a worthy peroration to his life.

When the last amused light died from his glowing red eyes, he quite expected that to be the end of it. He certainly did not believe in an afterlive, that would make live an amusing farce--and Thrawn was an artist, not an actor. Yet the Fates--Thrawn did not necessarily believe in the Force religiously--had decreed otherwise.

He had no idea where he was, but that was of no concern. The important thing was, it had such fascinating decorations on the wall!

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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny had stuck to himself mostly and poked around, trying to figure things out. There had been a lot of talking to himself. ("Oh, I see! The sky is just some sort of projection...")

Now he was in the bar itself, looking around rather aimlessly. He wanted answers to some questions and he wanted to figure out what exactly he might find himself up against in this place--it definitely seemed unpredictable.

I've gotta figure this place out to figure out a way to get home. There has to be some way to get the stupid door open.

Who wants to pick on or be nice to the fresh meat new guy?

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[but-i-will.livejournal.com]

Darla is in the bar, enjoying her nightly glass of blood. She'd just gotten out of the bar for a short trip recently, so she's in a better mood than usual.

Which, for her, means pretty much nothing out of the ordinary, except she's less likely to actively want to kill you at hello.

She's not necessarily expecting company, but if certain company from her world would like to drop by, well, that's always a pleasure, too.

[ooc: locked to Dru just until I get back from dinner, then everyone can tag if so inclined. In fact, feel free to tag in now, just don't expect replies til about 9 pm EST now open to all, but possibly slow for bits and pieces of the evening.]

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly woke up on a beanbag in her suite, curled next to Indy and not exactly far from Mike and Mel. She had no pants on, vague recollections of some brilliant ideas and disturbing news, and a weird craving for chinexican. The others were still asleep after her shower, and after thinking about it a little, she decided to go down to the bar for food. She needed to leave a note too, and no sense in putting it off, right?

So Lilly comes downstairs, and grabs a seat at an inconspicuous table that does not face either the fire or the front door. She can't help herself from glancing to the couches though, or from the sinking feeling that comes when no one's there to lift a hand and wave her over. Swallowing hard, she finds a waitrat and orders her own dinner for the first time in weeks.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray spent most of today in New York City for any number of reasons, the most prominent being hey, real world. Not that the why really matters. The important part is that sometime after dinner he makes his way into Milliways in search of a drink and a quiet place to sit with a stack of books that he doesn't show any particular inclination to read right now.

Lemmings, Unite! (aka yet another new pup!)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

A supremely confident woman enters the bar and looks around. She turns and steps back outside the door, then back in again. "Things are not as they seem."

She slowly walks into the bar, looking around carefully. Anyone with strange or unusual looks is examined closely, unflinchingly and unapologetically.

After examining the people minutely, she comes to the realization that this is a bar or restaurant and a moment is spent orienting herself to that fact. With a smile, she saunters to the counter and begins looking around for a bartender or waitress. She wouldn't turn down conversation with others who know the ins and outs of Milliways either.

Asar-Suti's Milliversary party

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti's party is in Gil's and his rooms in the staff corridor. Doors left ajar lead the guests to the room, which has been magically enlarged.

There is enough space for all of Asar-Suti's friends. If you know the violet Ihlini deity, you are invited.

[[OOC: Party is on AS's journal, behind the link up there. Usual party thread procedure with several areas - post your character's entrance, then let them wander and meet others.]]

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

The door to outside opens, and there's a Jeedai inna bar.

A very, very cold Jeedai inna bar. She'd finally mustered up the courage to go outside in the (freezing) snow and run through a few lightsaber exercises. It helped stave off the cold, yeah, but once you stop moving the chill sets in fast.

That's probably why she's over at the fireplace now, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet (not bare, thank goodness, but clad in a not-as-thick-as-she'd-like pair of living socks) and trying to warm her hands.

Next time, she's gonna wear shoes. And gloves. And a hat. And probably earmuffs too.

Yet another introduction

[air-scooting.livejournal.com]

All was reasonably calm in Milliways, naturally. Why wouldn't it be? People murmuring conversations, interaction, a warm setting in contrast to recent weather changes...

As common as the door was to open, this time to enter was a boy -- twelve years old, thereabout -- looking around curiously, shutting the door behind himself.

"You know," he stated as he took in his surroundings, "this doesn't really look like a closet to me."

Entry Post

[rrb-boomer.livejournal.com]

Boomer weaves his way around people as he makes his way towards the Pizzeria. The mall is crowded, so much so that it is a struggle for Boomer to make any headway against the flow of people heading the other way. He considers flying, since otherwise he will be late, but decides against it. He hates the way people stare. It's bad enough that everyone knows he and his brothers are the Rowdyruff Boys, so Boomer doesn't need to fly in a crowded mall to make things worse. Better just to walk like a normal person.

As he walks, Boomer fingers the worn picture in his pocket. The one he always carries with him everywhere. He doesn't know why he carries the picture with him, it only brings back painful memories, but for some reason he can't bear to part with it. It's all he has left of her.

Boomer catches sight of the Pizzeria and sighs with relief. He begins shoving his way through the crowd, hoping his brothers won't be too mad at him for being late. He had a good reason, after all. They would understand.

Boomer pushes open the door to the Pizzeria and walks in. "Hey guys!" he calls out "Sorry for being so late! I had to go visit-" the rest of what Boomer was about to say dies in his throat as he stares around in wonder. This was NOT the Pizzeria. And his brothers were nowhere to be seen. Whirling around, Boomer throws open the door and stares in shock. Trees, sleeping flowers, a lake...DEFINITELY not the Mall...

Boomers arms fall to his sides as he turns back to the bar. "Where am I...?"

(no subject)

[regan_tam]

[OOM: Regan does some thinking, and makes travel plans with Gabriel.]

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is once again pacing the walls and ceiling, making sure her gravity shifting is back in proper working order after her injury.

Feel free to annoy her. She'd do the same to you.

(no subject)

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

petite, helpful, cute
girl in a pink kimono
daily meal of RAM

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[Letter at the bar for Indy: Millitimed to Yesterday, Adam sends along a letter from Indy to Alanna. He leaves the response for Indy with the bar.]

[OOM: Adam goes to tell Thom that Alanna had to go for a while. Short and snarky, yet poignant.]

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Despite the fact she still feels like she could use a couple days of sleep, Ace is in the bar. She's discovered a new fun thing - Sudoku puzzles. Lovely, lovely logic puzzles. Even when she only aspired to be a explosives-happy street kid, she has been good at logic puzzles.

So, she's curled up in her favorite armchair, a mug of cocoa on the end table next to her, as she works her way through the book of puzzles Bar has so kindly provided.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam. Cider. Corner. It's possible he looks contemplative.


Then again, maybe it's just indigestion.*

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg is sitting at the bar, barefoot and frowning down at her toe shoes, a needle in her hand.

She is beginning to realize that it's difficult to sew one-handed. However, by judicious draping of the ribbons she's attempting to repair over her cast, and holding the toe shoe between her knees, she's managing fairly enough.*

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[gabriel_tam]

[From here.]

The front door opens, showing the hallway of a well-appointed home for a brief moment before a man and a woman walk through together, her hand on his arm-- and stop.

Gabriel sighs wearily, and puts a comforting hand over his wife's as she looks around in complete confusion.

"In addition to the place itself being more than a little unusual, I'm afraid that the method of transportation here can occasionally be rather erratic, as you see."

A pause. "Welcome to Milliways, Regan."

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael is sitting in a booth with a cup of tea, pulling a scone apart. The pieces, by now, are exceedingly small.

Occasionally he remembers to eat a bit.

Enter the elf.

[wyl-waykeeper.livejournal.com]

It was dark. And cold. He had been following the stag for a long way. He was out of their Holt's territory, but oh, this kill would be a sweet one! It would feed their tribe for days.

He was attuned to every motion of his wolf-mount. He had bonded more closely to the dark grey canine than was usual, even in a tribe of elves who shared blood with their wilder cousins. His senses were nearly as fine as the wolf's, but Lashpaw had a wolf's sense of knowing when his prey was near. Strongbow knew the instant their quarry was close enough for him to risk drawing an arrow and setting it against the string of his bow.

He couldn't smell the great stag -- the wind was wrong, but at least he wouldn't scent them. A little closer. He thought he could almost see its white tail flicker just a little ways off.

He drew the arrow.

**We shall feast this night, beloved.** The elvish mind-speech he whispered to his mate who, though far off, would hear him, he knew. His legs automatically tightened around the wolf's ribs as the animal lowered its body into a crouch and sprung --

-- and both elf and wolf froze in wide-eyed shock. A human settlement? This close to the holt??

Strongbow was about the size of a 4-year-old child -- being small and quick meant that in less than an instant, Strongbow and his mount were hidden in the trees. The air around them grew heavy with his attempts to Send to his kin -- without success.

Despite the cold air, he felt a thin sheen of sweat lace his brow. Desperately, he closed his eyes in consentration and Sent as far as his mind could make the words carry.

**Is anybody there?**

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[ooc: Elf is closeminded, paranoid, edgy, and has very set ideas about things. Namely: humans are BAD. Please do not take offence if he reacts negatively to you. Initially, it is likely he will refuse to speak with you if you can't do it without talking. He'll loosen up eventually, but for now, this elf comes with a cautionary note that both he and his wolf are wild.]

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard is in the bar, looking warier than he has in awhile. After the yo-yo incident last night, he's not planning to take any chances with bodily harm tonight. And so he sits at the Bar, nursing a beer and watching the crowd through narrowed eyes.

Coruscant OOM's

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Ok here is what happened on holiday. Warning for strong language,FTB'S, Sexual references, violence references, some bad summarisations and extreme silliness.]

Arrival, which ends with an attempt to get drunk a bar fight and a chase. Then they are forced to hide out in a temple. But this supposedly relaxing holiday is not over yet, because there's a trip through the conveniently human(or Sebacean) sized ventilation shafts. After throwing an extremely un-Aeryn like hissy fit there is some street wandering on the lower level. It eventually all culminates in extreme drunkness, strip pazaak and FTB.

(no subject)

[learningtosee.livejournal.com]

Before the Bar: http://www.livejournal.com/users/learningtosee/261.html

Stella stumbles to a stop, her blank eyes widening, head turning left and right as she tries to make sense of what her senses told her. Where was she? She couldn't see, but this place was too loud to be her home. There were too many different smells, she could hear too many voices, the floor beneath her shoes felt different.

She holds very still, scared that if she moves she'll fall, or run into something.

 

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There's a couple sitting over at Peter's usual table, chatting some.
If you're a regular, you'd recognize the Ghostbuster there possibly.
The pregnant woman talking with him, nope she's new to the bar.
Though their connection was very clear. Especially if you noticed the small rock glinting on her left hand.

Suddenly Peter heard something that gets him agitated, "You ran into WHO?"

"Peter, calm down. He was obviously drugged. He mentioned he was having absinthe.
I understood your warning, and I can take care of myself. I'm pregnant, not an invalid or a child."

Peter sighed, and mumbled something about her condition.

This couple definitely could use a distraction.

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[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is in a chair by the fire. She's in an unusual position though. She's kind of upside down. Her feet are hanging comfortably over the back of the chair, well, one is over the back of the chair; the other is over the arm of the chair. Her head is hanging off the chair, low enough that her hair is pooled under her head on the floor.

She has headphones on, though she can still hear those who approach. She is also watching the fire and people passing.

Come poke the wereleopard. See if you can spook her out of her position! She won't bite. Hard.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

After waking up to a shock.

The door opened and Aeryn Sun stumbled in. The most noticeable thing about her was the lack of stress. She'd been shot at, been chased, had drunken recreation and regretted it the morning after, but she still looked oddly refreshed. Despite the fact that both her bags seemed to have disappeared. She grinned at the bar in general.

"Home." And breathed a sigh of relief.

Enterance Post

[mainchar-excel.livejournal.com]

Some parts of the great wide verse' ain't kind or lovin. Places like that bring out the worst in humanity.
Places that are dark and evil. Places that are bad and breed bad men and women.

Then there are places-

A figure crashed through the door to milliways. Green coat, long blond hair and a-

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIILLLLL ILLPLAAAAZZZZZ-"

Beat.

Two beats.

Three beats.

Chibi excel runs outta nowhere with a drum and back into Excel's subconcious.


"...Did Lord Illplaazo and Ha-chan once again move our secret headquarters without telling me or is this one of those secrety-missiony-thingies?" Excel scratches her head, "Excel is very, very lost."

There's a very confused Senior Agent of Across in the Bar.
Speak slowly. She really won't understand you.

Entrance Post.

[eyesxonly.livejournal.com]

It's been two months since he's watched Max die at Manticore. And he's been holed up in his penthouse for most of that time. Eyes Only hasn't aired much at all, nor has he replied to the contacts that have been calling him for info and scoops. It doesn't really seem to matter right now.

Asha has been trying to get him out and on his feet again. It's been a slow tedious process but it's starting to work. He's started to get back into researching what needs to be done to continue to save his world. he's actually got an appointment with one of his contacts this afternoon.

So, suited up in the mechanic leg bracers that help him walk, he makes his way out the elevator.

And into a bar.

He turns back to see a closed door and frowns at it. He was almost sure that this wasn't a dream. He had come down in the elevator. But this clearly wasn't the ground floor of his building.

"This better not be some trick." He grumbles, starting away from the door a few feet to scan the bar.

In a clear, raised voice he asks the general room, "Anyone care to tell me where I am?"

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[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington is back in the bar, in evident need of caffeine.

But then, tired is his permanent state of being.

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[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

The front door cracks open with the familiar creak of metal straining against heavy wood, and the colored light of a setting sun streaks across the floor in a rectangular fashion. A brief glimpse of a countryside in the grasp of spring is visible before the outline of a woman in flowing skirts interrupts the view.

Elizabeth Bennet -- Liz, as she was once known to the patrons of this place -- steps lightly through the doorway, a gust of spring breeze following swiftly upon her heels. Carefully, she seals the door behind her, and pauses before it as her eyes adjust to the change in light. Even once the change has passed, it does not seem to be readily apparent to her, as she blinks rapidly with surprise and glances about her with somewhat more than mild disbelief.

"Things have certainly altered here," she murmurs to herself as she steps forward with a shrug, loosening the ribbons of her bonnet as she moves. Her former favourite table is sadly claimed by another, and she retires to another situated in the opposite corner of the room. As the bonnet is removed and her gloves loosened, she glances about for a passing waitrat -- if, indeed, they are still in the employ of the bar. Who can say anymore?

Workin' on a laptop close to the end / Of a job I been doin' since half past ten...

[running-gates.livejournal.com]

The door flies open to reveal grey skies and rain sheeting through the streets of early twenty-first-century Seattle. There's wind and wet and cold, the noise of cars, and the sound of footfalls-

And then a sodden human figure- a man in a grey business suit, small but expensive suitcase crammed under one arm- bursts through the rain. He pauses for a fraction of an instant to kick at something behind him and throw the door shut before lunging across the room as fast as his legs will take him.

This is a noisy bar. It is possible that the yell of "Hide me!!!" is nothing whatsoever to do with the guy, but honestly, who's gonna believe a thing like that?

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[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

Early's at the bar, eating something brown and mushy.

Maybe he's always been there.

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[book_bound]

[OOM: In Destiny's Garden, he reads of the beginning of something actually new under the sun.]