Scrooge discovered the internet.

[richest-duck.livejournal.com]

Scrooge was a little bored and in the vicinity of a computer with internet access. Like all people who are bored and have internet access, he googled his own name.

He was rather surprised to come across this. Usually he respects Forbes and holds them in great esteem, but they have gone down on that list now, and are currently underneath tabloids.

He's quite insulted by the implication that Santa, Richie Rich and Oliver Warbucks are all richer than he is. To his knowledge, the other three don't own three cubic acres of money, or companies all over the world.

"A gift-giving Saint, a lazy spoiled brat and an old softie who adopts little girls, richer than I am?" He snorted. "Ridiculous."

He would sue for libel, but that would mean spending a lot of money, which Scrooge refuses to do for something like this.

Instead, he goes to the bar to have some drinks to calm him down. "Bar, give me some good Scottish whiskey!"

If anyone else wants to share stories of how newspapers or something like it have slandered them, feel free to share. It might help, and sharing feelings costs nothing.

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[johnrowlands.livejournal.com]

Night has fallen on Clwyd Farm. A cold one it is. Perhaps there will be snow soon.

John Rowlands, head bowed against the wind, opens the door to his house. A little too big now, perhaps. Though it has been for a while. A man can grow used to these things.

What a man perhaps cannot grow used to is having his front door lead to...a public house.

He stops just inside the front door, head tilted a little. To himself: "There's funny, now."

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[OOM: Millitimed to last night, Simon and Kaylee talk of many things. Rated M for Moody.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim.

Yes, he's there.

Yes, he'd like company.

As to what he's doing? Well, it's complicated. He's got the rings out again, and now he's empowering them.

This consists of him sitting there, rubbing one ring repeatedly, while muttering "I wish" over and over again.

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[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

...so he has declared, so he has done...

There's a very red, very thin-looking canine wandering about the bar. One look at its eyes - one brown, one blue - will tell anyone familiar enough with such features that it's Strahan making yet another shapeshifting attempt which is what he's been doing during his absence; I'm just too lazy to want to document it for permanent record.

So far it's going well. He's learned enough about shapeshifting from his experiences with cheetah-form to be able to deal with skittish animal instincts when dealing with frightening situations. Fear of fire he's succeeded in overcoming, so now it's fear of people.

He might jump if you surprise him, but familiar company is still welcomed while he goes through the "training wheels" stage of his shapechanging lessons.

[And as it's 5:30am I'll probably be asleep by the time comments are received, so things will be in auto-slowtime until I wake up.]

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[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Archimedes is spending most of his time up in his room trying to stay warm. However today he has decided that he will try to be social. For once he doesn't have any scrolls on him. There is just an old greek man sitting on the couch by the fire bundled up in a cloak drinking hot tea.

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[soweroflife.livejournal.com]

Kokopelli is lying on his couch. (Yes, it is his now. He says so.) He has a finely-crafted flute and is carefully cleaning it. And eyeing the Christmas tree. But mostly cleaning the flute.

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is outside again. Still not bothered by the cold. Still angry and grumpy.

She's taken to shooting the sky with her pulse pistol.

Feel free to approach. She generally asks questions first.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Two-for-one deal today: Catherine in a booth, working on a mulled cider and looking rather sleepy, and Nina at the bar, drinking and looking rather frazzled. Have at.

[ooc: Mun may be yanked off the Internet at some point, apologizes for any sudden slowtimes Slowtime in effect for all threads. *hug*]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is sitting in front of the observation window working on her christmas list. It will probably take her sometime to compile it and then get all the gifts for people.

Poke at eill, she wont bite unless you ask nicely.

What?! She ACTUALLY escaped her mother?!

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

Jenny materializes in the doorway of Millaways after pressing the only button of the Interdimension Traveling Device (ITD). To her great relief.

With the holidays and everything, Mom only seems to get worse. Every year it is like this. Destroy this bad guy, rescue those people, clean your room, do your homework... Jenny's nagging meter must be broken right now.

With a great sigh and a smile, Jenny happily takes a seat at the bar. Sipping her motor oil that had appeared for her with a straw.

Even though she may not feel it, come by and poke. She needs to make friends.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There's a Ghostbuster dressed for the cold weather, going for a walk outside. Ice had encrusted over the snow, so his boots crunched a little as he walked. Can't really sit and meditate in this, but can at least walk, and clear one's head some. His breath steamed in the cold late morning air. He then found a quiet place amidst the trees, no demonic bunnies around, small relief there. He then leaned against the tree, and closed his eyes, steadying his breathing. It was hard to still his troubled mind though, and the low PKE emanations, to any with the ability to see or equipment to pick up would be notcing either high fluctations or spikes and valleys.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow, even if Millitimed due to timezones and internet access, Arithon is getting married.

Tonight? He's settled at a table, looking...happy and pensive. At the same time.

He's got tea, salad, and a book which he is not reading so much as he's got open and is staring off across the bar over the top of.

Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

It's a bright and early Thursday morning, and Dinah is behind the Bar again, with a smile as bright as the dawning sun on the frost outside.

Breakfast Specials
Egg Nog French Toast
Christmas Tamales
Half a Grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

Jack is in the bar, reading and drinking tea.

He expects to be too busy for such simple pleasures in the coming weeks.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

December in New York is cold. Anyone who's been there knows this. So, when the door opens to a gentle snow shower and a quiet cold wind, to the percussion of bells, it's not really that abnormal. Through the door comes a man, in familiar scarf and messenger bag. He shakes snow off of his shoulders, and orders a coffee, pulling a notebook and... transcript out of his bag. For once, there is no camera. Whoops?

Silent Milliway's Aftermath

[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

Sky was in a booth near the wall and near shadows. He suddenly bolts upward, hands in front of him as if holding guns and just screaming. His chest rises and falls extremely quickly and a sincerely spooked look is on his face.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara inna bar.

More specifically, asleep inna booth.

Because that is what her mun wishes she could do.

Wake with caution.

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[guppy_sandhu]

By the fire there is Guppy, reading something on arm innervation whilst drinking a cup of hot tea.
He has his sign up.

The doctor is in out

Have at.

[ooc: Mun has gone to Rainbows. Back 4pm EST]

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Well that was... interesting.

Mel and Mike have just spent a very... educational hour or so working out how corsets work, and if you ask Mel's opinion, she thinks he had way too much fun lacing her in. She can still feel his footmark on her butt.

This was followed by the fun task of working out where the best place to stash weapons were on the outfit. The black shirt has suffered the same way as all Mel's other shirts,  with a scythe skewered down the middle and through the lacing of the corset. Her gunbelt, sporting her badge, sits comfortably on her hips over the corset, and Min fal'hwell is in its usual home up her right sleeve.

Her blue and purple hair, which clashes rather badly with the outfit, is tucked out of the way in a loose bun, held in place by throwing knives.

It's not that Mel expects trouble. Or even that she thinks she can fight with her lungs restricted like this. It's that she likes her security blankets.

So, striding like she's in a t-shirt and sweatpants, except for the occasional self conscious adjustment in the area which she's sure looks a lot more impressive on Faith, Melaka Fray is inna bar. Inna corset.

Blame the Musicman.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Lobo, Bar, early lunch and ale. Same weird mood from last night.

Have at.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is at the bar, with pizza (pepperoni, for the curious) and rootbeer, working out what looks to be either a schedule or the equation to figure out the rotation of whatever the bar is built on to keep them all from hurtling off into space or being crushed into the floor.

...

Yes, they look similar. Schedules in TARDISes are strange.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is in the bar, in his uniform, working on a certain speech he doesn't want to make but has to.

He'd welcome distraction.

(no subject)

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

Wisakedjak is in his little house by the lake, putting coffee on to brew.

Visitors welcome, whether he knows you yet or not.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is exercising the horses - riding the ones he can, walking the ones he can't, and giving Sparhawk's horse a wide berth.

Come talk with him.

(no subject)

[molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Tuesday, after this. Molly and Aeon have a sparring match in the half-completed dojo.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon leaves gifts for the Ladies of Security.

Red, in canon, is the color of physical protection.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri Forge is sitting in an armchair, looking rather wan and tired and...pale. She has a cup of warm caff in her hands, and on the floor next to her, her jacket and scarf and hat are piled up in a jumble.

She's staring at the fire, looking not quite there.

If you're willing to disturb her, you can point out she's under mistletoe. And you might want to tell her to get out from under it.

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[namo]

Námo is standing near the Christmas tree, his arms crossed, his head tilted as he regards it.

Odd custom, dragging in a tree and covering it with baubles.

Care to explain the point ot Christmas trees to the Vala?

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[OOM: B and Claire go shopping. Millitimed to the 7th]

(no subject)

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin wanders from table to table, making sure that people have everything they need. He speaks to a couple of the waitrats in the corner and nods. It's been a bit since he's in the bar but sometimes one just needs to work in order to take their mind off of ponderances and such. Anakin is one of those types lately. He turns from the waitrats and they scatter to some of the other tables.

(no subject)

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Settled near the fire is Elrond, reading a book and drinking from a mug as he reads.

Simple post.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

Abs comes into the bar from the Office, having been let out by Barry. He avoids eye contact with everyone in the room and goes to the bar to get a sandwich before preparing to disappear upstairs.
He will stop if approached.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, dressed for Arithon's wedding - boots, corset, pants, and of course, a not'Scythe.

She'll stash it in her apartment when it's actually time for the wedding to start.

She may even put on the shirt.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is sitting at the bar, with a cup of tea and a very large book.

She's scribbling notes in the margins of the book pretty steadily.

Come interrupt her. She could probably use a break.

(no subject)

[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack's in the bar, absently sipping at a beer, leaning against the bar.

He's watching the people in the bar, and is completely oblivious to mistletoe above his head. Hmm.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

And, lo, there was an Anthony at a booth, eating not soup, but tortilla chips with hot salsa.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: In Hollywood, Tony takes on the modeling industry, one abused model at a time. ]

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon, in order to establish his around-ness, is in the bar. He would just come in later all ready for the wedding, but his mun sucks and can't remember what time it's starting, and can't find the tag where that information is stored.

So.

He's here, in a booth, drinking coffee and trying not to look nervous about the fact that in a few (?) hours he's going to be standing up for a man at his wedding, after once having tortured him to within an inch of his life.

Or maybe it's the prospect of having to be polite to all Arithon's friends today, even the ones on security. Oh the horror!

Someone distract him please?

(no subject)

[jed-leland.livejournal.com]

Jolly old Jed Leland strolled into the bar looking as he always looks: in quite the high spirits.

Well, nevermind that it was all artifice, and nevermind that he immediately ordered a scotch on the rocks as soon as he sat at the bar. Hey, wasn't the pursuit of happiness the reason why he ordered such a hard drink?

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

"Ahschoo!

"ō, zhè zhēn shì gè kuàilè de jìnzhăn..."

Mal is inna bar. He didn't mean to be in the bar. He was trying to go to Inara's shuttle to get her sick.

"Ahschoo!"

Approach Mal + soup with caution.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

And there, quiet, and slightly edgy, but mostly excited, is Random.

A jittery Amberite.

This should be fun.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

Coming in from the cold, Beth's more thankful than ever for the matching winter hat and gloves she got from Snow last year.

After staying cooped up inside for so long, she'd intended to walk around the lake once or twice.

It was only once.

Peeling off coat and hat and gloves, she settles into a seat at the bar and opts for hot chocolate, warming her hands on the sides of the mug that appears for her.

At least she made it out today.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles was all recovered now. The Christmas tree was given a passing glance. He was sitting near the fireplace with a pot of tea, and some dinner. Of course, there was a stack of books with a decidedly esoteric bent to the titles and topics.

Exit post

[venusadept_2]

Felix is sitting. Then he stands.

The mithril pouch with the Mars Star is glowing red and tugging toward the door.

Felix is startled. The Mars Star has never done this before. Jupiter did, once, in Lemuria, but Mars hasn't. Also of note: the feeling telling him to stay is gone.

He walks to the door and steps out into the howling blizzard.

[OOC: Feel free to interrupt, but Felix will be gone for a few weeks after tonight.]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters through the painting portal and walks over to the back door. She notes the white expanse with a grin, then heads over to Bar for a hot chocolate. She sits quietly and sips her drink, considering a few things*

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is once again sitting near the fire. She is not, however, curled up on a couch. Instead, she has pulled a table up to one of the couches and is writing on paper, with a reed pen.

It appears that she's decided to practice her writing. Distractions would be more than welcome.

(no subject)

[dalekity.livejournal.com]

There is a giant evil pepperpot in the bar!

No, wait, it's just the friendly, local relationship counsellor. It's here to solve your problems.

However, it would like to say that it's not cute and fluffy.

Well, maybe cute.

And fluffy on occasion.

Ahem.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is playing Christmas songs on his guitar. Not singing, though--he's got other things on his mind.

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac sits at his usual booth in the bar, contemplating some things. His sword rests comfortably on his back as two Earth Djinn waggle back and forth in a silent conversation with one another.

Feel free to pull the adept out of his thoughts. He would welcome it.

Full Moon Thread

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

OOM: The Pack's clearing.
It's the full moon and the clearing in the forest is empty. But it won't be for long.

Shapeshifters and friends of the Pack feel free to tag in, thread hop, or just let us know you're there!

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: millitimed to the same day the Silent Hilliways plot started]

James Norrington wakes up with a start, in a booth, and stares down at himself in confusion.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran Davies has not spoken to his da yet this afternoon, so he does not know that there is a shepherd missing from Clwyd Farm today.

In fact, he has no idea how bad his evening is about to get.

(no subject)

[undignified]

There is a Wes, at the Bar, with hot chocolate.

Of course there's no whiskey in it. What do you think he is, an alcoholic?

He's got cookies, too. Oreos. Steal one.

Not metaphorically this time, please...

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Milliways is wonderful, but New York is home. Ray slipped home last night without anyone noticing, and he's much the better for it now as he returns through the front door with several bags that look like he's been hitting the souvenir shops and the like. He's even trying to sing- not loudly, fortunately, as he's no Elwood Blues- but in that undertone that you get when someone with a music player doesn't remember that people outside his head can't hear the same stuff he's hearing.

At least he stops and pulls out his earphones when he goes to the Bar to order dinner.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There is a vampire in a booth. Plotting something.
He's probably ignoring you, and hoping you'll return the favour.

However, it would amuse the mun more if you did not.
Humour one of them, at least.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

A couple of Joiner Jedi sit at a booth, remnants of dinner and a sabacc game on the table. Right now though, food and cards have been replaced by people watching and reading something on a datapad.

Neither Jaina or Zekk would mind an interruption.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

There is a Guppy at the bar, his head resting gently on one hand as he tries to shift a nasty headache. The other hand gently tickles the black cat behind the ears.

(no subject)

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

Grim pilot at the Bar, drinking something warm.

The mun is celebrating the end of finals, so feel free to poke the Chissboy. Pilots want to express their dismay at having a squadron briefing? Fiancee want to steal the shrimp he's nibbling at?

Random people want to ask where he got that smashing hat?

Have at.

(no subject)

[dreamer_fray]

Wandering through the bar is a vampire.

Not unusual, really, though this is of the apparently-fourteen variety. Harth casually sprawls down into an armchair, apparently engrossing himself in his book on cosmology.

He seems cheerful enough, so he probably won't attack anyone who pokes him.

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne's in her booth, nursing a mug of tea (with bourbon) and people watching. If you're really paying attention, you might even catch her humming Christmas carols. She's keeping her eyes peeled a few people in particular, but she'll talk to just about anybody.

Come say 'Hi.'

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to the 17th/9th...Yes, we know it was ages ago. Hush. Anyway.

Mordred and Blodwen Rowlands, a.k.a the White Rider, discuss why she turned to the Dark]

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

You ever just want to wrap up in something huge and fuzzy and drink tea and read?

Kaylee's in her fleece duster, listening to something on ye olde pink iPod, with a steaming mug of Earl Grey and some sonnets of the Shakespearean persuasion. By the fire.

Sometimes it's cold.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

There's a *crack whoosh thump* and Peter comes sailing into the clearing out in the woods, in hot pursuit of a demon bunny. To his soon to be dismay, there's a rather inconspicuous root hidden under the blanket of snow. Because it is a very Peter-ish thing to do, his left hind paw catches on this invisible root and sends him sprawling through the snow. The demon bunny seems to giggle, and bounds into the forest. Peter huffs in frustration, and flops down in the snow. Come pet a hungry werewolf? He won't bite, unless you happen to be a sirloin steak.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

She has delayed her return for an evening, knowing that Vandene will likely have laid tricks and traps around the area of her departure, and that the other Aes Sedai will be monitoring the isolated area for any irregularities.

Therefore, Moiraine is present in Milliways again tonight, gliding gracefully across the room toward her usual table.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: After his run-in with a certain evil woman with knitting in the thread of DOOM, Raven goes to find his sister. Warcries, overdrawn metaphors, and dirty tricks prevail. Yup, the usual schmoop.)

(no subject)

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Snhrrt. Snhrr." Raptor Red doesn't sound particularly happy as she makes her way towards the fireplace, Scribble tagging along at her heels. The Utahraptor flops down heavily near the fireplace, curling up as best she can-something of a hard task, given how big she is. Scribble joins her, and the two raptors watch the rest of the bar intently, on the lookout for anyone who might try to drive them from their spot.

(no subject)

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

There was a somewhat scruffy elf by the fireplace, quietly people-watching.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*If you never get to find out how comfortable that couch is, blame this person. He's taking up the whole thing.*

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

So!

There's a frazzle-haired warrior guy lounging about smugly in a booth.

Not that he has anything to be smug about, he's just in a good mood. Which may translate into him being generally snarky and irreverent at you, but as long as you're okay with his measure of fondness for you being expressed in terms of how big an asshole he thinks you are, you're welcome to come chat.

And hey, it is Gorlim. He can probably be convinced to experience a shift in mood if you're up to a little wheedling to get him to do that.

(no subject)

[blue_eyed_lord]

The other, other man in black walks in from the outside, the light dusting of snow on his cloak just starting to melt with the bar room's warmth.

A drink and a seat with a view of the windows seem preferable, at the moment. Such a lovely winter night.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Rent paid up - check.
Christmas decorations up - check.
Gifts bought - mostly check.
De-stress - ..... Hah.

She was sitting in a booth, not exactly out of the flow of traffic but far enough out that she thought she'd observe more than be observed - notice rather than be noticed. Her back was pressed against the wall, head tilted down to make more of a straight line of her spine. It wasn't working very well.

Her computer was there, open, code blinking contentedly as it ran through normal checks. Bonnie's eyes were on her coffee instead.