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Dec. 1st, 2005 12:09 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
petriedino.livejournal.comAfter his visit to Happy Hour, there is a small drunken - and low-flying - pterodactyl in the bar.
Better keep your head down.
Better keep your head down.
Dec. 1st, 2005
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Dec. 1st, 2005 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_maidAmy is up a little later than usual, and in a supremely good mood.
She's settled into a chair by the fireplace, feeding cookie crumbs to Simon Perryvall, and embroidering.
Christmas is coming, after all, and there's a lot to get finished.
She's settled into a chair by the fireplace, feeding cookie crumbs to Simon Perryvall, and embroidering.
Christmas is coming, after all, and there's a lot to get finished.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 12:23 amgonna_liveIt was Kaylee's suggestion that the three of them -- River, Simon, and herself -- get some ice cream after dinner. Because Simon's been quiet (but jumped in a Simonesque fashion at the chance to head out for a little while with the two of them). And River's been a little down. And Kaylee quite frankly wants some ice cream. And ice cream, like pie, makes things better.
So the front door opens, and the three of them file in. River first, then Simon, and last Kaylee. Meaning to head for the bar.
And then they stop short.
A sharp intake of breath from Kaylee.
River is poleaxed.
Simon looks at them, and goes very very still. Not stiff; just still.
So the front door opens, and the three of them file in. River first, then Simon, and last Kaylee. Meaning to head for the bar.
And then they stop short.
A sharp intake of breath from Kaylee.
River is poleaxed.
Simon looks at them, and goes very very still. Not stiff; just still.
steadfastknight[OOM: Soul Survivor, Part One. Some people know too much. Kitt and Michael find that out after helping a stranded woman on the side of the road. Michael accepts her invitation back and soon finds himself drugged and hypnotised - unable to help Kitt as his CPU is forcibly removed from the car.]
the4thsister.livejournal.comPaige and Phoebe orb into the bar, Paige looks around
"well this is new!" she says grinning "and oh there's bar! I like it here already!"
She walks over to the bar and looks around hoping maybe someone will come say 'hi'
((Paige mun very much free, Phoebe mun a little less so, so slow play I guess for her))
"well this is new!" she says grinning "and oh there's bar! I like it here already!"
She walks over to the bar and looks around hoping maybe someone will come say 'hi'
((Paige mun very much free, Phoebe mun a little less so, so slow play I guess for her))
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Dec. 1st, 2005 03:25 amtimsbooks.livejournal.comLookee, lookee. A Tim in bar.
With his sign. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I HAVE ANSWERS. LET ME HELP"
And he's stacking salt shakers.
Got 7 right now.
With his sign. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I HAVE ANSWERS. LET ME HELP"
And he's stacking salt shakers.
Got 7 right now.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 04:49 aminquisitiveheroHank is out back, watching over those plants hardy enough to survive the winter.
He has put in a few hours out here, but not nearly as many as he had hoped to do. He now sits near them and watches them and the area out back, taking in the snowy fields and the cloudy sky.
He eyes the sky, sipping his coffee, and wonders, under his breath, if it will decide to snow again today. Shaking his head, he sits and enjoys the morning air.
He has put in a few hours out here, but not nearly as many as he had hoped to do. He now sits near them and watches them and the area out back, taking in the snowy fields and the cloudy sky.
He eyes the sky, sipping his coffee, and wonders, under his breath, if it will decide to snow again today. Shaking his head, he sits and enjoys the morning air.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:44 amamanda-darieux.livejournal.comSitting in the couch across from the fire drinking tea and listening to another language lesson is a beautiful and well rested immortal.
It's possible that she is by the fire because she doubts that a particular vampire would choose to come by it but since she has spent a good deal of her time a of late in frontof the fire it would be hard to tell for sure.
Her mood seems to be good at the moment, come poke at will.
It's possible that she is by the fire because she doubts that a particular vampire would choose to come by it but since she has spent a good deal of her time a of late in frontof the fire it would be hard to tell for sure.
Her mood seems to be good at the moment, come poke at will.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:30 amgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive was back downstairs, he'd gone upstairs to his room eventually and had actually slept, but he was back again, couldn't stay away it seemed.
He was perched in a booth once again, headphones on, head bobbling as he snarfed his french toast sticks, trying to take in the whole bar at once, eyes never resting in the same place for long.
His camera box was on the table as well, a tin lunchbox that he'd painted and demi-decopauged, he had loaded the camera up the night before, but hadn't yet filmed anything.
Go poke him, he won't jump... not very far anyway.
(ooc: and now the mun must away to work, might get a tag in before being banished to the den of internet connectionlessness, but I don't know for sure, other than that, should be back in about four hours or so)
He was perched in a booth once again, headphones on, head bobbling as he snarfed his french toast sticks, trying to take in the whole bar at once, eyes never resting in the same place for long.
His camera box was on the table as well, a tin lunchbox that he'd painted and demi-decopauged, he had loaded the camera up the night before, but hadn't yet filmed anything.
Go poke him, he won't jump... not very far anyway.
(ooc: and now the mun must away to work, might get a tag in before being banished to the den of internet connectionlessness, but I don't know for sure, other than that, should be back in about four hours or so)
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:37 amconflictedhero.livejournal.comThere is a rather normal looking man at a table near the fire, reading a series of bound reports, which all bear the title: Reports on the Radiative Substance and Levels of Radiative Sensor Readings of Deific Class Beings, By Reed Richards. Some light reading to go with his breakfast for Bruce Banner. He glances up occassionally to look around before going back to his reading.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:43 amarchimedes19.livejournal.comArchimedes is in the bar sitting at a booth with his scroll, quill, and a cup of some hot drink. He thinks he remembers the oung man calling it tea. It is good for keeping warm as is the wool cloak that Bar gave him this morning.
He has been working on these schmatics all morning. nmaybe someone wants to say high to the brilliant mathematican.
He has been working on these schmatics all morning. nmaybe someone wants to say high to the brilliant mathematican.
So Much For My Happy Ending
Dec. 1st, 2005 10:13 amnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comShe doesn't really feel like eating, but there's a long day to face, and breakfast will go a long ways in making sure she can get to the end of it.
Perhaps, once upon a time, she'd be curled up in front of the fire, morose and silent, after a blow like this. But fifty years on a planet where you either stand up for your position or get brushed aside, plus the added courage of a side not as likely to crumple, she's ready to get on with life.
Even if she has to go on alone.
So. Pyro turned Time Lord at the bar, making her way through her favored breakfast - cocoa, cinnamon toast, and blueberries.
(OOC:Gotta run off for class, be back in four or five hours, depending on lab length. Tags welcome, of course. Later, gators. Back!)
Perhaps, once upon a time, she'd be curled up in front of the fire, morose and silent, after a blow like this. But fifty years on a planet where you either stand up for your position or get brushed aside, plus the added courage of a side not as likely to crumple, she's ready to get on with life.
Even if she has to go on alone.
So. Pyro turned Time Lord at the bar, making her way through her favored breakfast - cocoa, cinnamon toast, and blueberries.
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Out of Milliways
Dec. 1st, 2005 10:43 am3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com>> December 1st, 2005: The Air Conditioner
[OOM: Goldy and Red have a fun morning-after in a chilly Room 111. It's some of that hot girl-on-girl action that the bar seems sorely lacking in. Rated R for brief oral sex.]
door-2-door.livejournal.com[OOM: Just before]
The door opened as if a person well acquainted with the bar, someone who was expecting Milliways, was about to walk through. Not slowly, or with slamming, and for once no gunshots or explosions heard in the distance.
But the man was not a regular. His advantage was that he had been expecting a bar, and so kept the surprise from his face, in favor of cool indifference.
He could still feel the pistol under his coat, as always, reassuring when entering an unfamiliar place. He walked to a booth without hesitation. "Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything." He muttered to himself as he took a seat.
Who'd believe someplace this nice existed anywhere in Basin City?
He proceeded to take in the patrons and the layout with scrutiny, committing as much to memory as he could.
Anything, he would think to himself occasionally, to explain some strange sight.
Perhaps he'd leave off the drinking tonight.
The door opened as if a person well acquainted with the bar, someone who was expecting Milliways, was about to walk through. Not slowly, or with slamming, and for once no gunshots or explosions heard in the distance.
But the man was not a regular. His advantage was that he had been expecting a bar, and so kept the surprise from his face, in favor of cool indifference.
He could still feel the pistol under his coat, as always, reassuring when entering an unfamiliar place. He walked to a booth without hesitation. "Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything." He muttered to himself as he took a seat.
Who'd believe someplace this nice existed anywhere in Basin City?
He proceeded to take in the patrons and the layout with scrutiny, committing as much to memory as he could.
Anything, he would think to himself occasionally, to explain some strange sight.
Perhaps he'd leave off the drinking tonight.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 12:29 pmways-lust.livejournal.comLust once again enters the bar, a thoughtful look on her face. "I wonder ... how do I control whether I come here or not?" she muses aloud.
She makes her way to the counter and looks around for a bartender or server. She's not quite sure she's ready to be served by rats, so she casually ignores them.
She makes her way to the counter and looks around for a bartender or server. She's not quite sure she's ready to be served by rats, so she casually ignores them.
Ye Olde Entrance Poste
Dec. 1st, 2005 12:42 pmgentleprince.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: A Riddle and a Door]
Somehow, it didn't surprise him to find a pub where the library used to be.
The world had indeed entered strange times.
And somehow, it didn't surprise him when the door eased itself closed behind him, or when he opened it once more and saw a dark void beyond. More than darkness – a void of nothingness. It wouldn't have surprised him if he had been unable to step through it.
He turned and resigned himself to remaining in this strange place for as long as it would have him. After taking it all in with his eyes and assuring himself that although the clientele were like nothing he had ever seen, there seemed to be no imminent danger, he resorted to what seemed to him the best way to discover the meaning behind a place from the local inhabitants: Walking to a nearby chair, he sat quietly with his hands on the table and a bemused expression on his face.
Faramir, Prince of Ithilien, Steward of Gondor, had come to Milliways.
Somehow, it didn't surprise him to find a pub where the library used to be.
The world had indeed entered strange times.
And somehow, it didn't surprise him when the door eased itself closed behind him, or when he opened it once more and saw a dark void beyond. More than darkness – a void of nothingness. It wouldn't have surprised him if he had been unable to step through it.
He turned and resigned himself to remaining in this strange place for as long as it would have him. After taking it all in with his eyes and assuring himself that although the clientele were like nothing he had ever seen, there seemed to be no imminent danger, he resorted to what seemed to him the best way to discover the meaning behind a place from the local inhabitants: Walking to a nearby chair, he sat quietly with his hands on the table and a bemused expression on his face.
Faramir, Prince of Ithilien, Steward of Gondor, had come to Milliways.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 12:51 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comFormerly dark and evil, still violet and magical deities with volcanic, even seismic, affiliations didn't get hangovers, did they?
Oh no. No way. Not even after an anniversary party with faun dancing. Not even after mixing míruvore, honeybrew and Atlantean during the course of one evening.
So the fact that Asar-Suti was sitting in his favourite chair by the fireplace and the trilobite tank not drinking coffee but a special potent concoction of green tea with vitamins in, and a large glass of water, was due to mere whimsy, not a hangover of any kind.
On the coffee table nearby, there was a medium-sized stack of books, and Asar-Suti was waiting for Ray to arrive so he could pounce him with those books.
Pounce him carefully with head held straight, perhaps.
[[OOC:Mun must run into RL now and get some stuff. Back in a bit at about 4pm EST - RL is out to get me today! Things changed again - I am back now!]]
Oh no. No way. Not even after an anniversary party with faun dancing. Not even after mixing míruvore, honeybrew and Atlantean during the course of one evening.
So the fact that Asar-Suti was sitting in his favourite chair by the fireplace and the trilobite tank not drinking coffee but a special potent concoction of green tea with vitamins in, and a large glass of water, was due to mere whimsy, not a hangover of any kind.
On the coffee table nearby, there was a medium-sized stack of books, and Asar-Suti was waiting for Ray to arrive so he could pounce him with those books.
Pounce him carefully with head held straight, perhaps.
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Entrance Post
Dec. 1st, 2005 01:17 pmexspdblue.livejournal.comOkay, so the door appears in the bar...nothing unusual about that, right? However, there are noises behind the door. There are sirens blaring and blaster guns firing. You can hear people yelling, "Fall back!" and just a few moments later a strange person flings themselves into the bar. His guns firing behind him and through the door until he notices something. He's in a tavern, if one would be able to see through his helmet, one would notice a look of WTF on his face. He glances behind him warily and then relaxes as he notices that no one is following him.
Welcome to Milliway's Sky Tate.
Welcome to Milliway's Sky Tate.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 01:19 pmgravity_shifterSikozu is nearly back to her usual, comfortable self. She has acquired extensions from the bar, so her hair is as she prefers. All she needs now is to eat. It's been a while.
And so she is currently sitting at a table, piled with food, happily eating away.
Inquiries welcome.
And so she is currently sitting at a table, piled with food, happily eating away.
Inquiries welcome.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 01:41 pmlvpd_sidleAnd Sara wanders downstairs late, microscope in hand.
It was feeling neglected and she is now endeavoring to correct that.
Bother at will.
It was feeling neglected and she is now endeavoring to correct that.
Bother at will.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 01:51 pmmahtigwess.livejournal.comSeems like, with that project of his out of the way an' done now, Rabbit's a bit more visible out an' about the bar than he has been most've the month.
This obviously has nothin' whatsoever t'do with th'fact that his typist did that NaNoWriMo thing.
That said, at the moment he's sprawled across a chair or two at one've th'tables in th'middle've the room, lookin' far too comfortable really, takin' his time 'bout rollin' a cigarette.
It is a thing, y'might say.
That said, at the moment he's sprawled across a chair or two at one've th'tables in th'middle've the room, lookin' far too comfortable really, takin' his time 'bout rollin' a cigarette.
It is a thing, y'might say.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 02:14 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*Twas the month after Nano...
Penny has reemerged after three months of no Milliways... She's glad to be back. She needed the break. Have at*
Penny has reemerged after three months of no Milliways... She's glad to be back. She needed the break. Have at*
An Unexpected Arrival
Dec. 1st, 2005 02:40 pmteach-them-all.livejournal.comThe door to Milliways opens and a rather tall woman walks into the bar. After a few wary glances, the woman relaxes slightly, before muttering a curse under her breath. Quickly, she wanders to an out of the way portion of the bar.
For the span of a few minutes, Mesaana of the Forsaken is sitting in a booth. Despite wearing a long, dark blue robe with the lace of a white nightgown peeking through the folds, she is as cold, and composed as any queen. The simple, dark houseslipper on her foot twitches nervously. She had come to her kitchen to get a cup of hot tea before bed, and not to enter this space.
After finishing the tea that she came for, she will quickly depart. Catch her while she's here, because it is not for long. It would be very easy to miss her.
For the span of a few minutes, Mesaana of the Forsaken is sitting in a booth. Despite wearing a long, dark blue robe with the lace of a white nightgown peeking through the folds, she is as cold, and composed as any queen. The simple, dark houseslipper on her foot twitches nervously. She had come to her kitchen to get a cup of hot tea before bed, and not to enter this space.
After finishing the tea that she came for, she will quickly depart. Catch her while she's here, because it is not for long. It would be very easy to miss her.
Entry Post - More than Meets the Eye
Dec. 1st, 2005 02:43 pmterror-soars.livejournal.comOOM: Pre-Milliways
It's very subtle. One second, there's an empty space in the corner of the bar, the next second, it's filled by a red and dark grey robot with a white face and narrowed red optics.
Who also happens to be screaming in a loud, screechy voice. By the look on his face, he's in a good deal of pain.
The scream and the anguished look stop suddenly. The robot takes a deep breath. Blinks (dims and re-powers his optics) a few times. Looks down at his hands, wiggles his fingers, and then inspects the rest of his (whole, undamaged) body with growing astonishment.
It's only then that looks around and sees where he actually is.
Confused doesn't begin to describe the expression on his face. Well, actually, it does.
Anyone want to help a bot out?
[OOC: Slowtime due to work, please and thank you. :)]
It's very subtle. One second, there's an empty space in the corner of the bar, the next second, it's filled by a red and dark grey robot with a white face and narrowed red optics.
Who also happens to be screaming in a loud, screechy voice. By the look on his face, he's in a good deal of pain.
The scream and the anguished look stop suddenly. The robot takes a deep breath. Blinks (dims and re-powers his optics) a few times. Looks down at his hands, wiggles his fingers, and then inspects the rest of his (whole, undamaged) body with growing astonishment.
It's only then that looks around and sees where he actually is.
Confused doesn't begin to describe the expression on his face. Well, actually, it does.
Anyone want to help a bot out?
[OOC: Slowtime due to work, please and thank you. :)]
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Dec. 1st, 2005 02:44 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is in the bar, in a booth near the trilobite tank. Getting on the scales yesterday and finding out he'd lost a stone and a half in the last three months has been enough to get him eating properly again, so he is now having a nice-looking pasta dish, with tuna and sweetcorn, much nicer than what the mun had for lunch. Since his appetite is pretty much proportional to his mood, this is a good sign.
Now and again he passes small pieces of tuna down to Scampi, who is playing with a clockwork mouse under the table.
Now and again he passes small pieces of tuna down to Scampi, who is playing with a clockwork mouse under the table.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 04:01 pmwatcher-g-man.livejournal.comRupert's been around, but you've likely missed him, since he's mostly been spending time in the library researching. He's in the bar now, enjoying a cuppa while sitting by the fire with Elrond's book of lore. He seemed thoroughly engrossed in it.
Go ahead and distract him. Maybe you can make him jump.
Go ahead and distract him. Maybe you can make him jump.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 04:11 pmmumbling-truth.livejournal.comPoet Todd's been around, but mostly been writing in a quiet corner. And spending much quality time with Neil.
He was curled in a chair by the fireplace, reading "Lord Byron's Novel: The Evening Land," that went with the premise that Lord Byron did finish his ghost story challenge that was issued to him by Mary Shelley at that famous meeting. And this tale and the story behind its birth was the result. He had a blanket around him, and a cup of cooling spiced tea by him as he read.
Feel free to distract the young man.
He was curled in a chair by the fireplace, reading "Lord Byron's Novel: The Evening Land," that went with the premise that Lord Byron did finish his ghost story challenge that was issued to him by Mary Shelley at that famous meeting. And this tale and the story behind its birth was the result. He had a blanket around him, and a cup of cooling spiced tea by him as he read.
Feel free to distract the young man.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 04:18 pmdevils-dandy.livejournal.comVampire. Bar. Sober.
Don't drown in details.
But do tag.
Don't drown in details.
But do tag.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 05:09 pmman-of-all-work.livejournal.comWhy, look! There's a Peregrine in the bar.
No, not the bird, the man. And he's whistling
"Lavender's blue,
Rosemary's green,
When I am King,
You will be Queen,"
ever so cheerfully, and looking about curiously.
No, not the bird, the man. And he's whistling
"Lavender's blue,
Rosemary's green,
When I am King,
You will be Queen,"
ever so cheerfully, and looking about curiously.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 05:20 pmjust-a-soldier.livejournal.comAeryn Sun stepped out of the shadow of the stairway and straight into the centre of the Bar. She quickly headed for Bar herself, who supplied a towel. A kindness really. Aeryn mopped the sweat off her brow and took a generous swig of water from the recently appeared bottle. Someone's been working out.
[OOC: May have to slowtime for an hour later when I visit the hospital.]
[OOC: May have to slowtime for an hour later when I visit the hospital.]
Kell inna Bar - First Post
Dec. 1st, 2005 05:30 pmdemolition-boy.livejournal.com[ooc: Pre-Milliways Introduction]
Kell had been walking back from experimenting on a new space mine, intending on stopping at Downtime for a few drinks.
Yet, halfway down the hallway, a door appeared. He examined it, and Kell, always being a curious nature, just shrugged and opened it, walking in.
And wow, this placed sure wasn't the bar he was aiming for, but hey, drinks are drinks. Maybe he knew someone here.
Kell had been walking back from experimenting on a new space mine, intending on stopping at Downtime for a few drinks.
Yet, halfway down the hallway, a door appeared. He examined it, and Kell, always being a curious nature, just shrugged and opened it, walking in.
And wow, this placed sure wasn't the bar he was aiming for, but hey, drinks are drinks. Maybe he knew someone here.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 05:33 pmgone_byebyeThe front door opens, and Ray pushes his way in with a small bag marked J&R under one arm. Time to get a drink, people-watch, and run an analysis of the particularly odd patterns of poltergeist activity in Westchester County that he's been seeing lately.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 05:48 pmfire-of-mahal.livejournal.comIt is the nature of all operating forges to be warm and secure, solid bulwarks of craft against the ravages of nature outside.
It is not in their nature to have food and drink available.
This is why Gimli is in the Bar, fetching himself a meal and a spot at one of the quieter tables.
It is not in their nature to have food and drink available.
This is why Gimli is in the Bar, fetching himself a meal and a spot at one of the quieter tables.
Entrance post
Dec. 1st, 2005 05:50 pmscapepigThe door opens to reveal a hedge. There is a sound of ferocious dogs barking in the distance, gradually getting closer and closer. There is a second noise of squealing.
Without warning, a fully grown pig comes bursting through the hedge, the door disappearing behind him. His trotters skid on the bar floor and he goes crashing into Bar herself, head first.
Realising that the dogs are no longer after him, he peers around in confusion.
"Mother nature." he whispers
Without warning, a fully grown pig comes bursting through the hedge, the door disappearing behind him. His trotters skid on the bar floor and he goes crashing into Bar herself, head first.
Realising that the dogs are no longer after him, he peers around in confusion.
"Mother nature." he whispers
Multi-pup post
Dec. 1st, 2005 05:58 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comBecause the mun is trying to break her brain tonight >,>
And also 'cos there seems to be a flurry of activity, so, yeah, here goes:
~Sarah is sitting by the fire with a mug of cocoa and her beading loom on one of the smallish tables, she's barefoot and working on a rather wide pattern with a thunderbird and some feathers in it. She's probably been at it a while though and could use a distraction.
~Adric is around, collecting dishes, even though he's done with washing them for the time being, it's always a good idea to get the dirty ones out of the way and into the kitchen where they can be washed, wearing his apron and his badge that says 'assistant dishwasher', he's easily distracted and fun to talk to!
~Anoia is at the bar, sipping at something vibrantly green and humming Hogswatch carols to herself, she's also tying together little bundles of forks and things with brightly colored ribbon, her hair has bigger more sparkly snowflakes in it now, and she's gone bright around the edges again, which is always a good sign.
~Jane Smith is watching the observation window as much as she's watching the bar, on another recon mission apparently, one could begin to wonder where the Mr. is, though her wedding ring is still very much in evidence, she's not drinking tonight, at least, not yet.
~Clive is in a booth, the remains of a cheeseburger and fries on a plate nearby, along with a rootbeer float he's still working on. At some point during the day he got ahold of some eyeliner and a black lipstick, and applied both, he's also filming intermittantly, and probably won't jump too high if you poke him.
Another oocish note, just let me know which one you're talking to and we're good to go ^_^ G'on you know you want to join in my insanity!
And also 'cos there seems to be a flurry of activity, so, yeah, here goes:
~Sarah is sitting by the fire with a mug of cocoa and her beading loom on one of the smallish tables, she's barefoot and working on a rather wide pattern with a thunderbird and some feathers in it. She's probably been at it a while though and could use a distraction.
~Adric is around, collecting dishes, even though he's done with washing them for the time being, it's always a good idea to get the dirty ones out of the way and into the kitchen where they can be washed, wearing his apron and his badge that says 'assistant dishwasher', he's easily distracted and fun to talk to!
~Anoia is at the bar, sipping at something vibrantly green and humming Hogswatch carols to herself, she's also tying together little bundles of forks and things with brightly colored ribbon, her hair has bigger more sparkly snowflakes in it now, and she's gone bright around the edges again, which is always a good sign.
~Jane Smith is watching the observation window as much as she's watching the bar, on another recon mission apparently, one could begin to wonder where the Mr. is, though her wedding ring is still very much in evidence, she's not drinking tonight, at least, not yet.
~Clive is in a booth, the remains of a cheeseburger and fries on a plate nearby, along with a rootbeer float he's still working on. At some point during the day he got ahold of some eyeliner and a black lipstick, and applied both, he's also filming intermittantly, and probably won't jump too high if you poke him.
Another oocish note, just let me know which one you're talking to and we're good to go ^_^ G'on you know you want to join in my insanity!
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:13 pmunderwater-owl.livejournal.comThere is a prince of Amber in the bar.
The friendly one.
Wearing his 'Bites When Provoked' button.
He's smirking.
The friendly one.
Wearing his 'Bites When Provoked' button.
He's smirking.
Happy Hour!
Dec. 1st, 2005 06:21 pmiwasalevel6.livejournal.comThere's been a lot of newbies, Tony can see, so there might be a lot of business tonight! Or there might not--either or, the tide of business ebbs and flows. Tony takes it all in stride.
As usual, the specials are on the board:
And there's a Tony behind the bar. What can he get you?
As usual, the specials are on the board:
And there's a Tony behind the bar. What can he get you?
Awake, asleep...whatever.
Dec. 1st, 2005 06:22 pmsteak-man.livejournal.comA day of merriment, giddiness, and excitement as new people pour into the bar.
Unfortunately, Cypher is missing a lot of it(except in a few continuities, thanks to the magic of Millitime) because Goldy has introduced him to Atlantean.
He's sprawled on the couch by the fireplace, snoring very loudly. Half-empty bottle (this is Atlantean we're talking about, not your average hooch here), cup, and a whole bunch of cigar butts in an ashtray on the table before him.
He seems like a snorer, doesn't he? If there was any doubt, let it all be erased, 'cause he's effin' sonic here.
[OOC: Slowtimed until later tonight EST, but feel free to tag at will, if you feel like it.]
Unfortunately, Cypher is missing a lot of it
He's sprawled on the couch by the fireplace, snoring very loudly. Half-empty bottle (this is Atlantean we're talking about, not your average hooch here), cup, and a whole bunch of cigar butts in an ashtray on the table before him.
He seems like a snorer, doesn't he? If there was any doubt, let it all be erased, 'cause he's effin' sonic here.
[OOC: Slowtimed until later tonight EST, but feel free to tag at will, if you feel like it.]
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:24 pmnoattachments[OOM: Onna island, inna hatch.]
She falls to the floor, hands still tied behind her back. But it’s not dark anymore. There’s light, and a bar, and she knows this place. She’s been here before.
Kate wiggles her body on the floor until she can sit, back against a wall. Then, carefully, she pushes herself into a standing position and takes another long glance around Milliways.
“Hey, hey! Can someone help me out here?”
She falls to the floor, hands still tied behind her back. But it’s not dark anymore. There’s light, and a bar, and she knows this place. She’s been here before.
Kate wiggles her body on the floor until she can sit, back against a wall. Then, carefully, she pushes herself into a standing position and takes another long glance around Milliways.
“Hey, hey! Can someone help me out here?”
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:29 pmtheres-grey-now.livejournal.comEntrance Post
Sarah’s mind was racing as she pushed open the door to SingleEarth. She should have fallen on the knife the moment she woke up. But she hadn’t; instead she’d decided to live, and she had let Christopher kiss her. She’d spent weeks trying to push him and his sister away, yet her failure had cost her mortal life.
I need to find Caryn. She’ll give me a room, and help me, and, and… Finally Sarah looked up. Instead of the warm foyer of SingleEarth, she was in someplace she had never seen. Booths filled the room, along with a large bar. Sarah’s composure dropped long enough for a “what?” expression to claim her face as she staggered to the bar and sat on one of the stools, still gazing around in confusion.
Sarah’s mind was racing as she pushed open the door to SingleEarth. She should have fallen on the knife the moment she woke up. But she hadn’t; instead she’d decided to live, and she had let Christopher kiss her. She’d spent weeks trying to push him and his sister away, yet her failure had cost her mortal life.
I need to find Caryn. She’ll give me a room, and help me, and, and… Finally Sarah looked up. Instead of the warm foyer of SingleEarth, she was in someplace she had never seen. Booths filled the room, along with a large bar. Sarah’s composure dropped long enough for a “what?” expression to claim her face as she staggered to the bar and sat on one of the stools, still gazing around in confusion.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:43 pmaj_crawley[OOC: ATTN. ALL PLAYERS - THERE IS CURRENTLY A VITALLY IMPORTANT MOD POST UP IN THE BACK ROOM. HEAD ON OVER AND CHECK IT OUT.]
Initial entry post
Dec. 1st, 2005 06:43 pmvenusadept_2Accompanied by a blast of (literally) Arctic air, Felix stumbles throught the Door and looks around in surprise. "I don't remember a tavern in Prox," he mutters. When the expected response from Jenna or Garet doesn't come, he looks behind him. Not seeing any of the other Adepts, he reaches over, touches the wall, and spreads his Psynergy through it and the ground to find their Psynergetic signatures. Suddenly he reels; not only can't he find his friends, there are a large number of exceedingly strange power signatures here. He is quickly distracted from them, however, by the discovery that the world ends not far from his location; not the way it did at Gaia Falls, but in complete nothingness. Hurriedly he pulls back, lest he be sucked into that void and go mad. He regains his balance and asks in wonder, "Where am I?"
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:54 pmstuck-mynock.livejournal.com[OOM: In which the door doesn't open for Atton in his own time, but does for him thirteen years earlier. Fun with twisting of timelines!]
The door opens and Atton Rand (Or Randall-Jaq Tae, depending on who you ask), eighteen years old, steps in. There is frowning, looking around and mutterings of 'I'm pretty certain this isn't my quarters.' as the door swings closed and vanishes behind him.
Come, see younger!Atton. He is confused, and thus easily coaxed into saying silly things and drinking a lot.
The door opens and Atton Rand (Or Randall-Jaq Tae, depending on who you ask), eighteen years old, steps in. There is frowning, looking around and mutterings of 'I'm pretty certain this isn't my quarters.' as the door swings closed and vanishes behind him.
Come, see younger!Atton. He is confused, and thus easily coaxed into saying silly things and drinking a lot.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:55 pmcol-cardboard.livejournal.com[OOM: Millitimed to last night-- After Jag meets his childhood hero, he runs upstairs to squee be joyfully ungrim at Jaina.]
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:55 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comSvava, down in the bar. Archie did tell her of Alanna's note in the office (a while ago, in fact), so- weapons checked, and sword worn down to the bar, along with two knives.
At least she can enjoy her hot chocolate while she keeps an eye on the bar.
At least she can enjoy her hot chocolate while she keeps an eye on the bar.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 06:57 pmamanda-darieux.livejournal.comSitting on the couch looking out the observation window watching the Universe ending she could be contimplating grand philosophical questions, or maybe she is just resting after experienceing her first round of orienting new people.
Feel free to come and chat. She is in a good mood and feeling serine.
Feel free to come and chat. She is in a good mood and feeling serine.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:23 pmmark-of-samael.livejournal.com[Pre-Milliways: The end of a nightmare. Warning for vague spoilers, fire-related horror, and whitetext.]
CRASH
Generally not a good sound. In this case, it heralds the arrival of a wheelchair. From the ceiling. A few pieces of twisted metal beams accompany it into the bar. As wheelchairs are not generally designed for aerial maneuvers, the landing is not graceful. The chair dumps its occupant- a heavily bandaged girl- onto the floor.
She lies, unmoving but for widened eyes and quick, shallow breaths.
[Plotlocked, so no tags just yet, please.]
CRASH
Generally not a good sound. In this case, it heralds the arrival of a wheelchair. From the ceiling. A few pieces of twisted metal beams accompany it into the bar. As wheelchairs are not generally designed for aerial maneuvers, the landing is not graceful. The chair dumps its occupant- a heavily bandaged girl- onto the floor.
She lies, unmoving but for widened eyes and quick, shallow breaths.
[Plotlocked, so no tags just yet, please.]
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:38 pmwer-storm.livejournal.comPlease come harass the
(OOC: Sadly, my net connection is temporary- lasting for the next two hours or so. Please have at until then!)
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:39 pmthe_antiangstEnter one dead twentysomething drag queen, looking relatively pleased with the state of things. But if that's the case, why the notebook in tow?
If you ask, he'll just give you the usual response - he's trying to sort something out. (Possibly Christmas presents, considering his good mood.)
Anyway, he gets some tea and paradoxes from Bar, and heads for a couch by the fireplace. Today does not so much appear to be a Fuzzy Gender Line sort of day, but never fear - there will be more of those.
(OOC: There is homework, so tags will be slowish. But they will happen.)
If you ask, he'll just give you the usual response - he's trying to sort something out. (Possibly Christmas presents, considering his good mood.)
Anyway, he gets some tea and paradoxes from Bar, and heads for a couch by the fireplace. Today does not so much appear to be a Fuzzy Gender Line sort of day, but never fear - there will be more of those.
(OOC: There is homework, so tags will be slowish. But they will happen.)
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:39 pmblond-bubbles.livejournal.comBubbles is sitting quietly outside of Millaways close to the lake. Her expression in an unusual frown. Her thoughts are still on yesterday's events.
She doesn't know what to think...
Between Alphonse, and now Boomer? It only confuses her all the more of the strange goings of Millaways.
Bubbles only feels worse that Al is upset with her now...
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:48 pmcardboard-tube.livejournal.comA section of the Bar could, quite easily, be called a disaster zone. There are plates with the remains of chicken wings, pizza rolls, polish sausages, barbecue sauce, and something that may or may not be beef jerky. Beside these plates is a glass that used to have chocolate milkshake in it, and a couple of empty cans of Sprite.
Gabe's been having fun ordering from Bar. He'll be sick tomorrow.
But for now, he's sitting there playing Pokémon on his DS.
And glancing up at the rafters every so often.
Yes, yes he is looking for Spiderman.
[ooc: canon-puncturing thing still in operation, by the way. Gabe = super fanboy, remember! *grin*]
Gabe's been having fun ordering from Bar. He'll be sick tomorrow.
But for now, he's sitting there playing Pokémon on his DS.
And glancing up at the rafters every so often.
Yes, yes he is looking for Spiderman.
[ooc: canon-puncturing thing still in operation, by the way. Gabe = super fanboy, remember! *grin*]
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:49 pmmogget_cat*There is a cute, innocent little kitty on the bar.*
*Even the kitty knows you want to pet it.*
*Go on. Give in.*
Miaow?
*Even the kitty knows you want to pet it.*
*Go on. Give in.*
Miaow?
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:50 pmmaid-of-astolat.livejournal.comElaine is looking quite happy and peaceful tonight. She has her feet tucked up beneath her autumn colored dress and is looking very cozy as she does her embroidery. There's a glass of red wine on the side table next to her.
She's come into the bar to be around people, and to look for friends, or meet new ones.
She's come into the bar to be around people, and to look for friends, or meet new ones.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:57 pmi_vanquish_evilVan Helsing is running. He thought the eight-foot thing with claws was bad... this? This is even worse. He's not going to bother to describe it, beyond ugly and covered in slime.
And he's running from it as fast as he can because it just ATE his shotgun.
This means he's a little short on weaponry at the moment... Tojo blades not-withstanding (he wouldn't get that damned close to the thing anyway).
So - big slime monster that eats projectile weaponry and can nearly outrun him is chasing him down a long, dark, basement corridor with a floor of some form of stone that he can't see because it's covered in water and muck. Boots slosh through said water and muck and Van Helsing looks up just in time to see that he's going to run head-long into a wall. As though on autopilot, his feet begin to backpedal, which results in a spectacular slide toward the wall. Seconds before he reaches said wall, he throws his arms up to sheild his face in preparation for the 'thud' that should be coming up anytime now...
...but doesn't...
as he finds himself sliding through a pair of wide open doors and into a place with much more light.
When his feet finally stop moving... about the time he skids to an almost stop at the bar... he takes a look around...
"Carl... I'm gonna need a new shotgun."
And he's running from it as fast as he can because it just ATE his shotgun.
This means he's a little short on weaponry at the moment... Tojo blades not-withstanding (he wouldn't get that damned close to the thing anyway).
So - big slime monster that eats projectile weaponry and can nearly outrun him is chasing him down a long, dark, basement corridor with a floor of some form of stone that he can't see because it's covered in water and muck. Boots slosh through said water and muck and Van Helsing looks up just in time to see that he's going to run head-long into a wall. As though on autopilot, his feet begin to backpedal, which results in a spectacular slide toward the wall. Seconds before he reaches said wall, he throws his arms up to sheild his face in preparation for the 'thud' that should be coming up anytime now...
...but doesn't...
as he finds himself sliding through a pair of wide open doors and into a place with much more light.
When his feet finally stop moving... about the time he skids to an almost stop at the bar... he takes a look around...
"Carl... I'm gonna need a new shotgun."
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Dec. 1st, 2005 07:59 pmanimation-inc.livejournal.comThere's a Executioner in the bar. She's reading a book, her feet up on the table infront of her. She's got a plate of food infront of her, a huge bloody steak, the remmenants of a salad and a glass of milk.
Come on and say howdy. Poke her with a stick or give her dessert!
Come on and say howdy. Poke her with a stick or give her dessert!
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:13 pmjeannie-genie.livejournal.comThere is smoke billowing in the vicinity of the door.
It's lavendar in color, and smells faintly of sandalwood, but those are just side notes, as is the fact that it seems very contained, for smoke.
The smoke may distract from the change in the wall-- but then, only the sort of person who could see another patron's door would notice the change, anyway. The door goes round and wide, with what looks like a smooth tunnel behind it-- and then fills with something pale brown and spongy with an audible squeak.
Meanwhile, the smoke has resolved itself into a rather beautiful girl, blonde and almost inhumanly shapely, clad in a pink and red harem costume that exposes most of her torso-- but covers her navel, ov course. From the look on her face, she obviously didn't expect Milliways at all. "Master," she calls, turning, "something is wrong! There--"
... She's stuck. And she knows he can't hear her, now. Frustrated, she kicks the cork-- because that's what it is, to her-- and pouts.
"Ohh! He will be sorry when he finds out that there is something wrong with my bottle!"
Ladies and gentlemen, Jeannie has entered the bar.
It's lavendar in color, and smells faintly of sandalwood, but those are just side notes, as is the fact that it seems very contained, for smoke.
The smoke may distract from the change in the wall-- but then, only the sort of person who could see another patron's door would notice the change, anyway. The door goes round and wide, with what looks like a smooth tunnel behind it-- and then fills with something pale brown and spongy with an audible squeak.
Meanwhile, the smoke has resolved itself into a rather beautiful girl, blonde and almost inhumanly shapely, clad in a pink and red harem costume that exposes most of her torso-- but covers her navel, ov course. From the look on her face, she obviously didn't expect Milliways at all. "Master," she calls, turning, "something is wrong! There--"
... She's stuck. And she knows he can't hear her, now. Frustrated, she kicks the cork-- because that's what it is, to her-- and pouts.
"Ohh! He will be sorry when he finds out that there is something wrong with my bottle!"
Ladies and gentlemen, Jeannie has entered the bar.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:23 pmnamoVala by the fire with a cup of tea and a large hound who is asleep at his feet.
He is smiling pleasantly as he stares into the flames and sips from his cup, and he would welcome conversation.
He is smiling pleasantly as he stares into the flames and sips from his cup, and he would welcome conversation.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:23 pmfathers-cleric.livejournal.comJohn Preston's in the bar, with a stack of offical looking liberian papers.
Every once in a while he pauses to scribble something.
Feel free to ask what he's working on. Or at least why he keeps looking up angrily, then glancing back down at his papers.
Every once in a while he pauses to scribble something.
Feel free to ask what he's working on. Or at least why he keeps looking up angrily, then glancing back down at his papers.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:30 pmgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive was in a booth, the remains of a cheeseburger and fries on a plate nearby, along with a rootbeer float he wass still working on.
At some point during the day he got ahold of some eyeliner and a black lipstick, and applied both, he was also filming intermittantly, currently not, but listening to headphones and watching the bar in general.
At some point during the day he got ahold of some eyeliner and a black lipstick, and applied both, he was also filming intermittantly, currently not, but listening to headphones and watching the bar in general.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:31 pmbunny-cula.livejournal.comThe door opens a crack.
No one enters.
It closes.
Wait, look down -- hm, a small black and white rabbit.
Hop, hop, hop.
Glowing red eyes are kinda odd. Not so much for Milliways, but generally.
He looks confused.
No one enters.
It closes.
Wait, look down -- hm, a small black and white rabbit.
Hop, hop, hop.
Glowing red eyes are kinda odd. Not so much for Milliways, but generally.
He looks confused.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:32 pmsmith-jane-mrs.livejournal.comJane Smith was watching the observation window as much as she was watching the bar, on another recon mission apparently, one could begin to wonder where the Mr. was, though Jane's wedding ring was still very much in evidence, she hadn't started drinking tonight, at least, not yet.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:33 pmlast-human.livejournal.com[OOC: Better Dead than... all dialogue from the last scene of the episode Out of Time.]
A man appears in the bar.
He doesn't walk through the door. He doesn't even rush through the door. His is a completely door-free entrance. Instead, he appears about a foot above the ground, falling hard, and lands face down on the bar floor, arms stretched in front of him.
Clad in leathers that may once have been brown or black, but are now decidedly grubby, with half a dozen thick black dreadlocks sprouting from the back of his head, he lies there for less than a second, before struggling up again.
"Is everyone OK?" he asks in a thick Liverpudlian accent as he grabs for a chair and scrambles into it. "Cat? Kryten? Rimmer?"
It takes only another second for Dave to realise that the chair he struggled into isn't the co-pilot's seat on Starbug, and that he isn't, in fact, on Starbug, Red Dwarf, or anywhere he's ever been.
And his crew are nowhere to be seen.
His earnest, determined face visibly deflates as he replays the last few seconds in his head, and realises what just happened. His shoulders slump and a sigh escapes from between nearly closed lips, causing them to vibrate despondantly.
Dave Lister, the last human being alive, isn't any longer.
Someone buy that man a drink.
A man appears in the bar.
He doesn't walk through the door. He doesn't even rush through the door. His is a completely door-free entrance. Instead, he appears about a foot above the ground, falling hard, and lands face down on the bar floor, arms stretched in front of him.
Clad in leathers that may once have been brown or black, but are now decidedly grubby, with half a dozen thick black dreadlocks sprouting from the back of his head, he lies there for less than a second, before struggling up again.
"Is everyone OK?" he asks in a thick Liverpudlian accent as he grabs for a chair and scrambles into it. "Cat? Kryten? Rimmer?"
It takes only another second for Dave to realise that the chair he struggled into isn't the co-pilot's seat on Starbug, and that he isn't, in fact, on Starbug, Red Dwarf, or anywhere he's ever been.
And his crew are nowhere to be seen.
His earnest, determined face visibly deflates as he replays the last few seconds in his head, and realises what just happened. His shoulders slump and a sigh escapes from between nearly closed lips, causing them to vibrate despondantly.
Dave Lister, the last human being alive, isn't any longer.
Someone buy that man a drink.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:35 pmiamnotstorm.livejournal.comSarah was sitting by the fire with a mug of cocoa and her beading loom on one of the smallish tables, she was barefoot and working on a rather wide pattern with a thunderbird and some feathers in it. She'd been at it a while though and could probably use a distraction.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:37 pmredsnout.livejournal.comRaptor Red, much to her frustration, isn't quite sure how she keeps ending up in Milliways. It certainly isn't because she wants to be there. But the Utahraptor, finding herself-and Scribble-there again, did find one good thing. It's warm inside the bar; warmer than the cave her family shares.
And so rather than trying to claw her way back through the door and to home, she saunters inside, Scribble darting along at her heels. She sniffs the air and snorts-there's scents she hasn't gotten used to, and it's vaguely off-putting. But she makes her way over to the Bar despite some misgivings, settling down and watching the rest of the bar intently. Maybe there's something edible in the crowd tonight.
And so rather than trying to claw her way back through the door and to home, she saunters inside, Scribble darting along at her heels. She sniffs the air and snorts-there's scents she hasn't gotten used to, and it's vaguely off-putting. But she makes her way over to the Bar despite some misgivings, settling down and watching the rest of the bar intently. Maybe there's something edible in the crowd tonight.
iceismyforte.livejournal.com(Pre-Milliways: Sky High can not be chaos free...)
She feels a slight cold breeze push her through the door and into Milliways, of course.
Keep in mind that a slight cold breeze to her is a snowstorm.
"If this is a joke, I'm going to kill the rest of the team"
*She sighs and lets out a small smile*
Maybe one of Dad's marketing techniques to get me to take the job back?....no, he's not that smart
*Another sigh*
"Well...."
She feels a slight cold breeze push her through the door and into Milliways, of course.
Keep in mind that a slight cold breeze to her is a snowstorm.
"If this is a joke, I'm going to kill the rest of the team"
*She sighs and lets out a small smile*
Maybe one of Dad's marketing techniques to get me to take the job back?....no, he's not that smart
*Another sigh*
"Well...."
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:49 pmnitro-is-ace.livejournal.comThere's a pyro in the bar, still. The scene is similar to last night - sitting curled up in her favorite comfy armchair, a book of Sudoku puzzles in her lap, a mug of cocoa to sip.
Except, tonight, she's not really finishing any of the puzzles, and that mug holds more alcohol than cocoa. But she'll still try to be cheerful at you. It's what she does. Don't cause undue worry. She'll be alright, in the end.
Really.
Except, tonight, she's not really finishing any of the puzzles, and that mug holds more alcohol than cocoa. But she'll still try to be cheerful at you. It's what she does. Don't cause undue worry. She'll be alright, in the end.
Really.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 08:53 pmkayip.livejournal.comBehrooz is sitting at a table, finishing his Stats homework.
Well, he was. His attention seems to have wandered from this, though, as at the moment he seems more interested in how he can move his pencil between his fingers.
Feel free to draw his attention elsewhere.
Well, he was. His attention seems to have wandered from this, though, as at the moment he seems more interested in how he can move his pencil between his fingers.
Feel free to draw his attention elsewhere.
Ex-emperor Inna Bar
Dec. 1st, 2005 09:03 pmmouse-shadow.livejournal.comPaul is at his usual place before the Observation Window, calmly not watching universes play out their last battles with time. He's clear now, almost normal, on the outside. Inside he's beginning to feel... bored. A man needs a purpose, it seems, even if he's dead. Crysknife at his hip, he's ready for action. No longer able to see the Paths of those around him, he still has his training and a good sense of body language. Don't count him out just yet.
Yes, he waits. Is he waiting for you?
Yes, he waits. Is he waiting for you?
[door slams]
Dec. 1st, 2005 09:06 pmwarudosahakingu.livejournal.com...as an irritable blond figure stalks into the restaurant, straight to the bar and loudly orders a strong drink. Any strong drink.
Haruka slumps onto a barstool, shoulders stiff with anger, and knocks back the proffered glass in one shot.
Haruka slumps onto a barstool, shoulders stiff with anger, and knocks back the proffered glass in one shot.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:07 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_clearly_penny_/[Before this: Penelope Clearwater hasn't got the hang of being a muggle anymore.]
With a loud crack, a blonde young lady in a coat and hat appears in front of the door. She opens her eyes (Apparating still makes her a little nervous over long distances) and nearly jumps in surprise.
How did I land in a pub?! In *public*?
Remaining as calm as she possibly can, she attempts to turn the knob of the door-- no luck, the thing's jammed, or something-- and even worse, when she tries to leave the way she came?
Nothing happens.
Oh my God what am I going to do?
Penelope Clearwater is in the bar.
With a loud crack, a blonde young lady in a coat and hat appears in front of the door. She opens her eyes (Apparating still makes her a little nervous over long distances) and nearly jumps in surprise.
How did I land in a pub?! In *public*?
Remaining as calm as she possibly can, she attempts to turn the knob of the door-- no luck, the thing's jammed, or something-- and even worse, when she tries to leave the way she came?
Nothing happens.
Oh my God what am I going to do?
Penelope Clearwater is in the bar.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:22 pmnot-ho-chunk.livejournal.comThe door swings open, and someone who looks, currently, like an elderly Native American man stumps in and looks around.
He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.
After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.
Gray Jay has arrived.
He has a stick - he doesn't actually need it to walk, but he finds it useful anyway.
After an inspection of the room, he seems to approve. Then he looks round for the other Tricksters he knows full well are there.
Gray Jay has arrived.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:34 pmeight_or_elevenThere is a new face in the bar called Milliways, but since new faces come along regularly, a new person making their aquaintance with the Bar at the End of the Universe is not new.
A woman, dressed in a simple black outfit enters the bar, and at her side is a white lion, male and appearing to be in his prime.
"Well. This is an interesting place..."
The woman's name is Strength. The lion? He has no name, but he is friendly and uninclined to eat the patronage.
Come say hello.
A woman, dressed in a simple black outfit enters the bar, and at her side is a white lion, male and appearing to be in his prime.
"Well. This is an interesting place..."
The woman's name is Strength. The lion? He has no name, but he is friendly and uninclined to eat the patronage.
Come say hello.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 09:40 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy is sitting near the fire, playing chess with himself. He has his sign up.
The doctor is in
Have at.
The doctor is in
Have at.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 10:02 pmsendpeanutbtr.livejournal.comClaire's sitting in her usual spot by the fire with her usual cup of tea and her son sleeping in his carrier at her feet.
If it weren't for the little frown on her face or the fact that she's chewing on her lip absently, it might seem like just any other day.
Today, though, Claire's got something on her mind.
If it weren't for the little frown on her face or the fact that she's chewing on her lip absently, it might seem like just any other day.
Today, though, Claire's got something on her mind.
grovecj.livejournal.comThe door opens... it would be a very mundane thing, but this is a bit different. The door opens because a young african american man jumps in, dodging a submachinegun volley that hits an external wall... thru the door, an alleyway of a big city can be seen, along with a group of four men, carrying pistols and submachineguns; all of them wear at least one article of clothing colored purple.
While the door starts to swing closed, the one who jumped in is rolling out of the way, and getting to his feet, ready to keep running from his pursuers.
The door closes with a 'click'. When the gang opens it, they will find the back room of another bar. Not knowing that he is, for now, safe, CJ looks around, stunned for a moment.
"What the f*ck...?"
While the door starts to swing closed, the one who jumped in is rolling out of the way, and getting to his feet, ready to keep running from his pursuers.
The door closes with a 'click'. When the gang opens it, they will find the back room of another bar. Not knowing that he is, for now, safe, CJ looks around, stunned for a moment.
"What the f*ck...?"
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Dec. 1st, 2005 10:23 pmkitchen_maidAmy is at a table this evening, with tea and muffins, pen and paper.
She's humming to herself again, but the tune appears to have changed to "The Holly and the Ivy."
Interrupt at will. She's in a very good mood and happy to share the muffins.
Just don't be surprised (if you know her) if the notes she's taking vanish suddenly when you arrive.
She's humming to herself again, but the tune appears to have changed to "The Holly and the Ivy."
Interrupt at will. She's in a very good mood and happy to share the muffins.
Just don't be surprised (if you know her) if the notes she's taking vanish suddenly when you arrive.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 10:36 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comAt some point, Archie finds himself in the bar. It is his responsibility, his duty. He is Acting Head of Security, and he must act it. Pity he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
Again.
Again.
iris-angel.livejournal.comAdam Pierson, otherwise known as Methos, finds himself coming through his refrigerator and into the bar. He sits at a table and has his usual beer to keep him happy.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:15 pmmoroccofor1year.livejournal.com*There's a Penny in the bar...
Talk to her whoever you are.*
Talk to her whoever you are.*
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:17 pmboy-not-lost.livejournal.comJake walks downstairs, duffel over his shoulder and guns at his sides.
He pauses at the bar for a cup of coffee and then heads for the door, boots thumping softly on the floorboards.
He looks around for a moment, grins to himself, and opens the door.
It shuts a moment later behind him.
fin.
He pauses at the bar for a cup of coffee and then heads for the door, boots thumping softly on the floorboards.
He looks around for a moment, grins to himself, and opens the door.
It shuts a moment later behind him.
fin.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:21 pmardens-guard.livejournal.comJulian of Amber is back in the bar. He's been avoiding it for a while, due to - well, getting put in the cells. He's not used to being locked up.
But right now, his older brother is on the warpath back home and he figures that Milliways is the better option for a time. So, another Prince of Amber inna bar. This one isn't so friendly - but isn't it always fun to provoke snarky gits?
But right now, his older brother is on the warpath back home and he figures that Milliways is the better option for a time. So, another Prince of Amber inna bar. This one isn't so friendly - but isn't it always fun to provoke snarky gits?
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:33 pmmaxwellsdemon02Two former Gundam pilots are sitting across from each other in a booth. Heero looks grumpy (surprisingly easy to tell from his normal look) and Duo is sheepish.
"I said I was sorry. I'm sure the smell will air out in no time. And it didn't really catch fire. I don't know why the alarm went off."
"I said I was sorry. I'm sure the smell will air out in no time. And it didn't really catch fire. I don't know why the alarm went off."
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:36 pmtransgenic-max.livejournal.comThere is a less than pleased looking Max in the bar. She's staring off out the viewing window. Well, it's more glaring, actually, though there's not always that much difference.
Feel free to poke the X5, she probably won't bite.
Feel free to poke the X5, she probably won't bite.
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Dec. 1st, 2005 11:55 pmthe-woodpecker.livejournal.com[ooc: Children and Psychoses. Is there a difference?]
