OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Soul Survivor, Part Two. After a night of rest and reassurance, the case is taken up in earnest. Randy's mother is visited and it's discovered, through Randy's computer, that he can be found. In a chase reminiscant of Goliath, Kitt and Michael once more head into the emptiness of a California valley and find themselves confronted with their own car. Things get worse after Adrienne Margeaux, the thief, is found to be the bedmate of a man on FLAG's board of directors.]

The End of the Gentaro Arc

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(Very OOM: Both realizing the time has come, Ace and the Doctor face the Time Lord Council on Gallifrey.


Then, much later that night, Ace hunts down her brother, to share the good news. Or something. All millitimed to November 29th.)

OOM

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

[oom: Sorry, I forgot to put this in here when I did it... Bart ponders what he's learned in the bar, but mostly whether or not Wonder Girl has to become Wonder Boy in the future. Also introducing Max Mercury!]

OOMs

[badinlatin]

[OOMs For great continuity huzzah...

After Inara waves the Guild house and Mal talks with Kaylee, Inara and Mal have a long overdue conversation, and Inara waves Ma Reynolds.

Now with Inara's Reasons for Leaving Sihnon, and Ma Reynolds going 'The Godfather'.]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti came downstairs from the magical library, one slim volume in hand, and went to the front door, touched the doorknob, and concentrated for a moment.

Asar-Suti rarely made use of the fact that he was a god, these days. Well, the shape-shifting, of course - his natural shape being magical violet fire, he had to manifest some shape, any shape, hadn't he?

But now, he for once used the fact he was not just a mage, but a deity - he opened the front door, and on the other side, there was what he wanted - a quiet, sunny alley in some calm, beautiful city.

He slipped through, and closed the door behind himself.

The Seker was gone to deliver a book he had promised a friend.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is slowly emptying a cup of tea, over at the couch.

She has this in common with approximately 35-70% of the bar's patrons at any given time, but unlike most of them, she has bright purple hair.

So . . . there.

(no subject)

[richest-duck.livejournal.com]

A four feet duck walks in. He glances around, a little wary. After all, he's not used to going into bars, and the last time he was in a bar for pleasure was in his gold-digging days. And there wasn't much pleasure to be in those bars if you didn't actually want to spend the gold. Still, this bar has a good reputation, and the customers seem to be interesting enough.

He orders a glass of water from the bar, then searches for a newspaper to read. After all, you can't stay the richest duck in the world if you actually start paying for a newspaper. He settles himself at the bar, with his newspaper. The only disconcerting thing is that it doesn't actually seem to be from Earth at all. Still, it's free and it's interesting. What else does an old duck need? Well, apart from some nice conversation, perhaps.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Early morning out by the lake, and Mordred's oddly enough outside in it. His only concession to the decreasing weather is the fact that underneath his leather jacket, the prince has on the jumper Mrs Rowlands knitted for him.

Bran would throw a fit, but Bran's not here.

Mordred is, though, and he's skipping stones across the lake's cold surface. Typically, he's good at it.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

There is a Tim in a booth. He appears to be passed out.

Go ahead and wake him. He might explain why there's blood smeared on his left hand.

(no subject)

[ectnotert.livejournal.com]

"You can't go home again "
-A. Dent

So, after a long night on an uncomfortable bed, I'm back down in the bar. Might as well. After all, what else am I going to do?

I take some time to examine my surroundings once more. That window is something I've never seen, in all my travels. The end of the universe, endlessly repeating. This really is another realm.

But, just cause I'm a little scary, doesn't mean I wouldn't mind some company. Maybe someone with a little information?

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon comes downstairs, meaning to get a late drink and relax for a while. Unfortunately, when he asks for a tequila he's presented with a note instead. He studies it for a moment, scanning the words and then trying to figure out the bits that have been scored through...and when he recognises the letter 'J', the swearing starts in earnest.

'What the hell were you thinking Mary Anne?!'

And all thoughts of drinks are forgotten as he heads back upstairs, looking for Random to see if he can get him to contact Julian and tell him to get his ass back from Vietnam.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Soul Survivor, Part Three - Conclusion. An all-night drive brings Michael and Kitt to a secluded stretch of road where they come face to face with their own MBS.]

(no subject)

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Hyper gothboy in the bar, top hat and all.

Why hyper you ask? That would be the peppermint and espresso in his cocoa.

Currently he's bobbling in a booth, headphones on, just watching the bar as a whole, not filming at the moment, though he has got his camera with him. If you ask I'm sure he'll film you, might just do it even if you don't ask.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Hannibal "the cannibal" Lecter walks out of the kitchens. He'd come early to begin preparing for the evening meal and now wished a moment to contemplate the menu; so he'd come out.

For an instant, a flash of silver-bright metal flickered between his fingers of his left hand, as if a seventh finger had grown perpendicular to the other six; then the knife vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Hannibal was unused to having to kill people more than once, so naturally he was a touch annoyed at seeing Lister back in the bar.

Hannibal forcibly reminded himself he'd given his word, but if Lister could again be found outside the boundaries of the bar ...

(no subject)

[p3-premonitions.livejournal.com]

The woman currently sitting at the bar, appears to be contemplating something more than anything else. She looks a bit tired, and worn out and maybe sort of sad. The truth was that what happened to Leo is effecting her too, especially seeing Piper being put through hell, and this does not please the young woman who is sitting at the bar.

(no subject)

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Grim pilot inna bar, eating fruit and toast. Breakfast of champions!

Thinking about what new programs to bring for the sims the next time he goes home. Something with clawcraft, definitely, and maybe some Vong scenarios too.

Hmmm.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*A crisp white envelope is lying on the floor near the entrance of the bar, looking rather as if someone had slipped it under the door.

This would most likely be because somebody had.

Eventually, a waitrat finds it, peers at it for a second, and then, with a sigh that seems to express its exasperation both at the foolishness of humans and the heaviness of its duties, picks it up and brings it over to Bar, who will, presumably, be able to deliver it to the correct person.

The outside of the envelope reads,* ( Svava Eylimidóttir )

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina and Zekk are sitting at the Bar with mugs of hot chocolate and a deck of sabacc cards. Seems like Jaina's trying to talk him into a game or two.

And probably succeeding.

(no subject)

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

The main door opened, and a young but grey-haired woman slipped in from a corridor of rose-coloured stone.

She gave a sigh of relief.

She found herself a table, and a waitrat - Tarquin, in fact. He brought her the tea she had ordered, and added a small plate with five very posh chocolates on, the same sort he'd given to his boss's friends last night.

Ginevra thanked the rat, sipped her tea, tried a chocolate, looked at the observation window, and just relaxed.

It's not easy being a Queen, and the mother of a Child of Prophesy, into the bargain. Especially when that child was just two years and a bit...

(no subject)

[last-human.livejournal.com]

Dave drank a helluva lot since arriving, and thought a lot more. He can come to terms with being dead. He came to terms with everyone else being dead, after all.

Eventually he crawled into a corner booth and curled up to sleep. Now, at an ungodly early hour in the afternoon, he's woken up, slightly the worse wear, and he shuffles over to the bar.

"All right, any chance of some breakfast?"

There's an expectant pause, and he remembers what Raph said about being specific.

"Uh... beef vindaloo. And a milkshake. Beer flavoured."

The required items appear on a tray,  including naan, popadums and a couple of headache pills. 

"Brutal."

Grinning widely, Dave heads to a different booth to eat.

(no subject)

[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

Gavin's sitting in a booth with a patch in his hands. He's still inspecting it carefully. And wondering if any of the other pilots have received one as well.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

See Naraht.

See Naraht by the lake.

See Naraht practicing with his proton pack.

Zap, Naraht! Zap!

See Naraht's mun scraping the bottom of the creativity barrel.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

The door flies open, and in bikes a blonde man with glasses, scarf flying behind him, and a camera affixed to the bike's handlebars. He's narrating.

And as we go through the door, we will be greeted by... shit. Well, folks, yet again, we seem to be in Milliways Bar.

Mark leans his bike against a wall, removing the camera from its harness. Well, at the very least, he could grab a drink.

[ooc: Mun having personal issues, but Mark won't shut up, since he's now seen canon. Tags really are love. Distraction, yanno.]

(no subject)

[chelleuncurled]

[ooc: Michelle reacts to Tony's disappearance]

Tony's friends when they go to the bar will get a typed out note.

( To all of Tony's friends )

After a few moments of hesitation, Michelle asks the bar for a pen and a piece of paper.

( To Jack Bauer )

(no subject)

[farmboyrebel.livejournal.com]

Biggs is in the bar, typical orange flight suit and all. He's reading a datapad of news holos of the years he missed. He probably could use a distraction.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara. Inna booth. Come poke.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Over in a corner a swirl of dust gathers. Dark grey, as if someone had scattered ashes in the wind. The dust devil fills, and soon a shape can be recognized within. The dust falls as if it had never been there, and Cole walks forward smiling.

"It's been too long," he says smugly.

He pulls a green book out of his pocket, which some might recognize as the Book of Shadows he had been writing. It is now considerably thicker, teeming with entries from his travels.

"I really should take more frequent breaks." Walking up to the bar he sets the book down and it immediately returns to its rightful place in the Library. "Bar, My usual."

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Once again, Charlie. Guitar. ( Singing. )

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's sitting in a booth, wearing headphones and reading a book of Antarian love poems Max gave her.

She's smiling, and occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

Sneaking up on her is probably a bad plan.

Entrance post.

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

There is a Capulet dragging himself wearily into the bar, his fine clothing covered in dust and dirt and copious amounts of blood.

He knows he's dead. What he doesn't know is why Heaven, Hell or Purgatory would have any reason to look like this.

Would someone please help poor, shell-shocked, beginning-to-freak-out Tybalt?

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel seats herself in a chair near the fire, drawing her legs up under her skirt. She opens the picture book of a car once more and begins to study it, her eyes intent on the pages.

Come visit with the newly arrived Elf.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

For the first time since his first night here, Spike stands against one of the walls, his jacket slung over his shoulder, looking intently at the scene playing out in front of him. A bar and it patrons. Some of them look like they don't have a concern in the whole damn world; some of them look furtive; some of them look upset. Some are laughing, some are arguing, some are listening to music, some are drinking, some are eating, and some are just sitting.

None of them have purple-black hair and a stupidly skimpy outfit and little white boots, though, and it's not like he cares what Faye thinks of him: he really doesn't give a shit at all. He did without her for years and he's done without her for another year here.

It's just that her presence here makes him wonder if his past is catching up with him... again. Because he's fallen back into his old habit of surveying the room pretty damn carefully before he does anything else.

It'll pass.

As soon as Beth shows up. They have a date and everything. And he's not going to let anything get in the way of that. The rest of the universe can crash and burn and he won't give a damn so long as Beth's by his side.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle is sitting in a booth, staring at his hands and looking horrendously guilty.

He may or may not confess why, if asked. Talk to him anyway!

OOM

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

(( Still another training session! Still nothing but serious business. ))

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

MacManus snoozing in a chair by the fire.

Mun running low on creativity, it seems.

(no subject)

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

There's a mun that has almost all of her christmas shopping done along with spongebob and new dvds for herself. Hence, she's hyper.

Hence the torture that's just entered the bar, or at least the torture that's visiting the characters that just entered from the outside.

One, everyone's favorite Cleric John Preston is standing in the doorway of the bar-blocking the outside. The other is clinging to his back-it might just be a long haired blond girl with bright anime eyes and a look of death. Every once in a while she chews on his shoulder. They're having a rather loud and crazy argument. Or at least one of them is attempting to. The other is just kind of...there.

Or well-not there, seeing as how if Preston was really there he'd be flinging Excel across the room.

Come and convince the hyperactive teenager to climb off the cleric's back? Help Preston keep his temper? Tell the crazy girl to go away?

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

Tom and Gavroche in the House of Arch workroom

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Felix is sitting at a table, sipping an orange soda.

He doesn't know it's orange soda, of course. All he can tell is that it's bright orange and sweet. Possibly a little too sweet.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

[OOM: the Clearing is calling Steph, but she ain't listenin'.]

Yet another entrance post.

[ultimatetourist.livejournal.com]

Beowulf Schaeffer has been, well, avoiding most of the other bar patrons for a while. However, he seems to be back to his standard, gregarious, touristy self. But the bar's still serving him the same crappy drink he doesn't get, causing him to make a face at it.

Oh well, can't win them all.

(no subject)

[so-very-mad.livejournal.com]

There's a Cheshire Cat, sprawled on the rafters with a saucer of tea, a good book and a wide grin. Come, bother him.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia is at the usual table after her shift, knitting and occasionally eating her dinner.*

(no subject)

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

I cannot remain forever the student of the Seker. One day I will have to become my own teacher...

Ihlini, like everyone else from Strahan's world, have no way to numerically measure temperature. It is either hot or it is cold, to varying degrees. Today it was cold - cold enough that there was a thin crust of ice covering the snow upon which he stood. It had drizzled earlier, and the results made walking difficult.

Of course, Strahan had no need to walk; he could simply move to an area of the bar's external territory that was reasonably ice free and walk about without fear of slipping, falling and injuring himself.

It did not make the day any warmer though, he noted as he shivered inside his shell of furs, wools and leathers.

And to think, this day I choose to be a cat which has even less protection against the elements...

But his room offered little room, and there was the issue of the miniature Gate that burned in one corner of his chambers. He needed room and he needed to be away from anything that looked or smelled like fire.

That meant going outside in the cold and the snow.

If nothing else it will give me something to think about while a cat. Both of us would agree that the cold is too much and with luck I should be able to steer its mind to seek shelter...

...stillness...

He closed his eyes, pictured his goal in his mind, and felt the familiar sensations as his body reconfigured itself into the splotched and marbled cat.

...cold...

Yes it is cold.

Too cold.

Shelter. I can help you find it. But I need your speed to get to shelter before we freeze.

Yes. Shelter. Run fast; be warm.

...he ran, looking out through cat's eyes upon a bleached landscape, trying to find something, anything that looked like shelter...

Shelter. Find shelter. Be warm. Be safe...


...run...

(no subject)

[ampersand-i.livejournal.com]

Withnail was lost. One moment Marwood had been chatting with a rather pretty blonde girl (Meg did she say her name was?) and the next moment, Withnail was gone. Marwood had cursed the way his flatmate would wander off, leaving him in akward situations.

During the first hour of the search, he pondered the usefulness of a leash.

By the time he had found a forest with a lake, Marwood was less sure Withnail was the one who was lost. The bastard was probably back at the apartment drinking himself into a coma, not worrying about people that floated or birds that weren't birds or short green teethy things. And worse, he'd lost track of the door in his search.

He sat down and stared at the lake. Clearly, this was a very complex and possibly Freudian dream.

[[OOC: Open to Everyone. Cheer him up or mess with his head as you please. :-) ]]

(no subject)

[eight_or_eleven]

There's a lady and a lion, sitting in the bar. The woman is enjoying a nice white wine; the lion is enjoying a nice little cat-nap.

The woman is watching the patrons mill about; the lion is listening to them.

They don't mind company.

(no subject)

[mainchar-excel.livejournal.com]

There's an Excel that's slunk off after attaching herself to a lone figure in the hope of getting some answers.

If she were any other person she'd be asking questions but she's not any person-she's Excel.

"Ah ha, hello all excel could be using food now." her stomach lurched, "But excel-excel is just a liiitle wary of this place." A glance to the door, "If there was a menchi here..."

Excel cuts short her own musings with a firm shake of the head, "No! excel must not give up! My strength, my will is to serve Lord Illplazzo! This place must be Across's property, the same as our city!"

Excel stands and the music cresendos, "I excel will find out the name and purpose of this place then bend it's will to that of our great leader! I will not accept mere answers! Oh Lord Illplazzo, your Excel stands ready to divide and conquor! HAIIIILLLLL-"

Excel swoons, falling flat on her face.

"eeeh....How can Excel conqueor if Excel's stomach is sore?" Excel is suddenly captivated by the bar.


careful-if you don't watch your food carefully she might stare at it blatently.

(no subject)

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

By now, Faramir has managed to more or less settle into the place. At least -- he's come to terms with the fact that the door is NOT going to open for him just because he wants it to; he has a room; he's acquired a few articles of clothing more than the casual pants and tunic he'd arrived in; he's set up a tab. All in all, he looks a great deal more princely.

Now he is sitting near the fire with a mug of hot beer (What? It's cold outside!) and a book, into whose margins he occasionally scratches notes.

Still, although he looks busy, he isn't toobusy, managing to still give off an aura of openness. He is always happy to accept the pleasure of a stranger's company. And if you're a stranger who happens to know where his brother might be found, all the better.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Seven days. Alanna finished the circuit in seven days. Well, a week and roughly twelve hours, but certainly not the ten long days that Jonathan expects. Mithros knows that he is probably still laughing to himself as he imagines her trudging through the snow up near Tusaine. And if he is, it is only because she has yet to tell him that she has returned. After pushing her mare for so long, she had pampered Moonlight for an hour, shared a warm drink with Stefan in the hayloft and then raced toward the Dancing Dove before anyone else had a chance to see her. Why? Because she fully intends to show up at the foot of her King's bed bright and early tomorrow morning, turned out admirably and wearing a cocky grin.

The operative word being intends.

For the moment, however, she drags her pack through the door to Milliways and blinks at the bright lights. She might be unrecognizable to those who do not know her well or have not seen her dressed this way. Two bridles desperately in need of cleaning are slung over one shoulder, a heavy pack on the other. Her hair is tucked up under her cap, and her face is liberally streaked with dirt. Despite the exhaustion, the cold and the nervous flutters in her stomach, she smiles. It's good to be back.*

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

So, there's this girl, right? And she's started to make a habit of this thing, where she drops all her pups into one post to save on space y'know? And yeah, she's doing it again:

~Sarah was curled up in a chair in front of the fireplace, holding a mug of cocoa between both hands, it had been a long day, but not a particularly stressful one. They'd gone up the hill to cut their own tree, the entire team had, which meant that they'd had to come to a five-way compromise on what was the perfect tree. If you ask, I'm sure she'll tell you all about it.

~Jane was sitting at one of the tables near the observation window with a bottle of tequila and a notebook. She was making lists, lots of them it seemed, given the number of loose pages stacked next to the notebook. It also seemed that she was keeping an eye on the bar as a whole.

~Clive was sitting at the bar devouring a banana split, camera box at hand, eyeliner applied librally, top hat apparently having been returned to his room, he was possibly done filming for the day, but he was also keeping an eye out for anyone interesting.

~Anoia was in her new-usual booth, still with heaps of little ribbon-tied bundles of drawer stickery and yet another plate heaped with corkscrew-shaped cookies, she'd be more than happy to share both, especially given just how sharply focused she was around the edges.

~Adric was here and there collecting abandoned dishes for washing, he'd be happy to take any, if you've got them. He's also easily distracted, which given his line of work, might not be a bad thing.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio at a table, building a tower out of cards with fierce focus.

Come make it collapse.

(no subject)

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

There was a bird, sleeping in the rafters. It's a convenient place to stay until he can get permission for a shack.

He wakes up, now, and takes flight, changing shape just before he lands on the floor.

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats into the bar. She is looking for one of two people - Mace Windu or Lobo. But she wouldn't turn down the company of others.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From here.

In a clear corner of the bar, a wavery circle, flat and two dimensional slowly spins into being. Rather like looking through a heat-haze, before two shadows form in the middle-

And soon resolve into the figures of Svava, and one Madam Giry. They step through the portal, and it dissipates behind them. Back to Milliways.

Svava (dressed in proper clothes for 1880 Paris), takes a deep breath, looking around the room quickly. There is someone to find. Maybe even more than one someone....

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Following her conversation with Ginevra, Nerdanel finds herself wandering through the bar, looking for the Man she had met the previous evening. She is unsure where she can find Gorlim, but she is determined to locate him. Care to interrupt her search?

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina is sitting in a booth. There's a slightly dark cloud around her, for she's not in the best of moods. As much as she loves the forest and shifting and nature, if there was one season she would have to hate, it would be winter. You can't stalk properly in snow. Trails are left and hard to cover up. That and no matter what you do, you'll end up wet. Don't take that the wrong way, she's all for water and being wet, when you choose. But in winter it's almost always what happens after she shifts back from were form when there is snow. The cold? It doesn't bother her so much. Warmer body temperature helps with that.

It shows on her cloths that she's been outside for the bottom of her jeans have a darker color to them, showing that at one point they got wet. As well her hair looks damp as it hangs loosely around her shoulders.

Come poke the werewolf, though she may bite.

(no subject)

[kingly-auror.livejournal.com]

There's a big, skerry man in Auror's robes at a table, having tea.

He's a big puppy dog, really.

[OOM: Lilly and Mel's Suite]

[slayer_fray]

( The Afternoon After )

[Millitimed to Thursday: after waking up from the pot fest, Indy tells Mel and Mike that he's leaving. A lot of things aren't said as memories of what transpired return to them. Doomy on all fronts: rated S for not just broken: utterly shattered]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: After this]

There is a Guppy in a booth near the back door, gradually drinking himself to unconsciousness. He's currently about half way through a bottle of whiskey.
And now there is an Abs, who approaches him nervously.
"Guppy? That's not going to help mate. Come home."
Guppy doesn't even look up, just sips his drink.
"Just piss off Abs."
Abs looks hurt.
"Oh come on, I said I was sorry. I tried to explain. You're not being fair about this."
There is silence for a second.
"Fair? FAIR?"
There is a lightening quick movement and Guppy is up, slamming Abs against the wall and holding him by the shoulders.

( Cut for excessive swearing, mild violence and abuse of punctuation. )

Abs shoves Guppy violently, knocking him back so that he hits his shoulder against the table. Several empty glasses fall to the floor. He regrets it instantly, his temper subdued in a flash. He crouches down next to Guppy, who has curled up with his head on his knees, looking straight at the floor. With him, that's never a good sign.
"Guppy? I'm sorry mate, did I hurt you? I didn't mean... you were hysterical."
He reaches over to look at Guppy's shoulder. Guppy pulls away.
"Go away. Leave me alone. Don't touch me."
Abs pushes his hair up with his hands, feeling even more guilty now.
"Please let me help you."
There is a pause. Guppy looks up, the anger in his eyes replaced by heartbreaking emotional pain.
"I don't need your 'help'. Go away."
He puts his head back on his knees as Abs gets up, appalled with himself, and heads towards the door.

[ooc: Open post. Feel free to grab Abs before he gets to the door but please let him escape. Security- no need to arrest Guppy right now (unless you particularly want to) because he will turn himself in to Barry tomorrow morning. And Abs will too later on.]

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Dr. Lecter walks out of the kitchen to post the dinner menu for the night.

Appetizer:
     Haleem
          Wheat Pudding with stew meat

Entrees:
     Tah-Cheen
          Rice-Crusted chicken pot pie
     KooKoo Sabzi
          Vegetable Souffle
     Kabab Kubideh
          Ground Lamb kebabs

Dessert:
     Rangeenak
          Walnut-stuffed Dates
     Halva
          Rosewater sweet paste





(ooc: Tonight's Persian menu courtesy Stanford.edu)

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray's been busy today, and he looks it. The clothes from home are just- well, they're slimy. Nothing to be done about that except wash and dry and hope that today's ectoplasm hasn't decided to start staining. Unfortunately, he was planning on getting in some practice by the lake, and he hasn't kept much of a stash of clothes here since he started going home every single night. Ah, well, Preston suggested he look into real practice clothing anyway.

"Bar," says the rather grimy, slimy Ghostbuster, "is there any chance you could get me something suitable for ongoing martial practice?"

It's light brown. It's in several pieces, one of which gives the impression of being a jacket or cardigan. It's got a wide belt- and a pair of boots.

He stares for a while, and then smiles, and goes upstairs to get changed.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: It's been a busy day on the set... ]

The front door to Milliways opens. In comes a man who looks an awful lot like Tony Almeida. Except one thing. Make that two: He's wearing a Chicago White Sox pullover, and he's shaking like a handheld camera during an earthquake. If you're so inclined you might ask him to take the pullover off condering that he's sweating, too.

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is in a bit of a better mood today, and so she has decided to try and do something that people keep telling her she needs to. She's going to relax.

At the moment, she is streatched out on a couch, watching the fire. A cup of tea is within arm's reach, but it's quickly getting cold. She's not entirely sure she's doing this right.

Bother at will.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Because the mun desperately needs a break from the Linguistics paper that is eating her brain, there is a Tahiri in the bar with a mug of hot chocolate.

She's got the pack of sabacc cards again, and is playing solitaire.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the bar, with coffee and articles for the paper. She's a little pale. There was a present waiting for her last night, and... it's been both good and bad to have Mike's memory crystal.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar, with tea. He's been there for a while. Come say 'hi'.



((OOC: Mun has a cold but wants to play. Please be gentle.))

An entry

[fourth-of-three.livejournal.com]

[Oom: PreMilliways Copied from canon as mun is lazy. Warning, long.]

“If I am not yet a Musketeer, at least I have entered upon my apprenticeship, haven’t I?” Asks the the delighted young man, of his new friends, as the door closes behind him.

Immediately, the young Gascon stops dead in his tracks, staring bewilderedly around the room. He completely fails to note the lacking reply to his inquiry until he turns to find his friends. "Monsieurs? Athos, Porthos, Aramis?" While he does not spy his companions anywhere, he does note the lack of a door where he just entered.

He wheels about again, drawing his sword and glaring haughtily. "Morbleu! What is the meaning of this?" He demands of the bar at large. Then more quietly to himself, "This is not the courtyard of Monsieur de Tréville."

"Someone tell me who is responsible for this inconvenience, that I may run him through."

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a very confident woman enters with a twinkle in her eyes that gives hint to the 'ah-ha!' moment she's experiencing. She looks around as she comes through the front door with a smile that oozes temptation.
The principles of lust... are easy to understand
She walks through the crowd, extending her mind, reaching out to those around her; silent little fingers attempt to insert themselves in the emotions of those she passes to see if she can bend them to her will.^*
Do what you feel... feel until the end
The principles of lust... are burned in your mind
Do what you want... do it until you find
Lust...

^*ooc: If you feel your pup would be susceptible, and wish to have them become entranced with Lust (for the night only!), feel free. Otherwise, ignore.

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

An elven lord, cloaked and hooded, walks through the front door, brushing snow from his shoulders with gloved hands. His fur-lined boots leave little bits of snow on the floor as he walks. It is bitterly cold in Middle Earth once the seasons well and truly change, even to elves.

Then he pauses, realizing he is not in the courtyard of Imladris, and he smiles. There have been few guests in their hidden valley of late, and he is a social creature.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's sitting at the bar. For a change, he hasn't got any books or maps or charts with him at all. ...Well, except his pocket notebook that goes with him everywhere. But even that's in his pocket.*

*Right now he's got fried chicken and a Coke, and is trying to actually pay attention to what he's eating instead of shoveling it down while focusing on something else. It's been a while since he's done that.*

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[balletrat]

*Meg appears in the bar, in the general vicinity of the main counter, looking cheerful enough, and starts to turn around -

and stops in place, the color draining out of her and her eyes growing huge, as she catches sight of someone standing not too terribly far away.*

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn is seated in a very comfortable chair, legs up, with her knitting needles. She'd sort of given up on the knitting, truth be told. That was until Ramon explained Christmas to her. Now she's back on track, muttering, clickety-clacking and threatening to bend the needles out of shape until they do her will. Chances are, if you know her, you'll be getting something woolly for Christmas.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel, couch by fireplace, hot chocolate, pineapple-bacon-extra-cheese pizza.
Instant entrance post, just add fuzzy gender line.

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[once_a_queen]

Archery and holidays, part two. On another morning, Susan also contemplates the coming holiday, and the memories and realities it stirs within her.

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[mogget_cat]

*At the far end of the Bar, Yrael sits. His fingers draw burning Charter Marks into the air, occasionally he whistles a flash of music that fades to hover unseen.*

*He seems quite intent on his work, but unhurried. He has forgotten to pretend to need to blink, his green gaze fixed upon some indeterminate place in the middle distance as his hands pluck Charter Marks from the Charter.*

*His work slows, the chain of invisible Charter Marks hanging nearly complete in the air. Yrael opens his mouth and calmly speaks a Master Mark, the acrid lightning-scent of the Free Magic coming forth to catch in the throats of those who might be near him.*

*But he could care less, really. He is looking over the rather beautiful knife and sheath that have appeared in his hands.*

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[grovecj.livejournal.com]

Now he is sure that last time was not just a dream. Because he is damn sure there is no bar in his hallway closet.

Amazing how one can adapt... Carl simply steps in, and heads to the bar. It was a long day.

He would not oppose conversation.

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[lightningbaron6.livejournal.com]

He'd only wanted an onion; cooking was the only option to calm himself after that rather unpleasant discovery about his new neighbor. He'd changed out of his pajamas, gone into his spotless kitchen, opened his pantry and stepped into the recession...

The tall blond stands in the bar, waist-length platinum hair shimmering as he looks about him. He's holding an onion in one hand, a spatula in the other, and wearing casual clothing and a very confused expression.

'... the hell?' He gestures to the bar at large with the spatula. 'What is this? Where are my olives? My ginger roots? My...'

Zechs Merquise gives a long, slow blink.

'Where the fuck is my flat?'

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy is embroidering tonight, finishing the ring of flowers around the neckline of a green dress.

She'd welcome company, since this sort of thing goes far more quickly with conversation.

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[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She always feels an upswing after one of her episodes. Who knew a fainting spell could be so invigorating? But now she has an appointment, and there is no little dizziness worth keeping the Duke waiting.

She hurries through the back roooms, not exactly looking where she is going and humming to herself. This is it, this could be the one, the man who could get her onstage in a real theatre! She slips through the door, adjusts the front of her ravishing red dress and straightens her shoulders. She lifts her head high--

A yelp, mostly perturbed but more than a little indignant, cuts through Milliways. Ladies and gentlemen: the sparkling diamond of the Moulin Rouge -- Satine!

Wraith inna Bar

[demolition-boy.livejournal.com]

There's Kell in the bar, sitting by the fire in a comfy chair, working on putting together a pretty complicated mine (don't worry folks, he left the actually explosive part in his bunk).

Beside him is a mug of warm cognac with a touch of creme. And for once, he's not covered in fighter grease.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard, in the bar and nursing a beer yet again. Not to mention the fact that he's still on the lookout for the dreaded yo-yo. Only part of the time, though. When he's not glancing around the bar, he's idling doodling on a pad of paper. Care to aks him what he's up to?

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[oneman_onevote]

This is a sight that hasn't been seen in a while.

Not that it's easy to see.

Havelock's clothes are the perfect colour to blend in with the shadowy rafters as he lies along a beam, so a casual glance might miss him. But if you're a friend, or happen to spot him, he's there.