OOM

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to one after another]

[Lacking a decent exit post cause it's the week before Christmas, John Preston returns to Libria and upon doing so decides to Confer with Jurgen resulting in disbelief and skepticism. (Not to mention bodily harm) Then he has a Talk with Robbie That nearly results in some breakthroughs being made. Rated G for content and G for "Good Golly Miss Molly this is what happens when you OOM with yourself. hoo. Rah.]

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[locks_it_up]

She is not, in fact, at her usual barstool.

She is over in an out of the way little nook, and she is poking at her White Russian with a straw. And watching.

There may be a smile. But it's a subdued one.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Knightmares, Part Four. Warning - extremely long (564). Michael and Kitt report back to the Foundation and demand time off. Michael actually consents to visiting a neurologist, who approves the time off idea and tells him that there's no cause for extended worry. Kitt's glad to hear it. After grocery shopping, clothes shopping, and Christmas decoration shopping, the pair go home. Thread is mostly schmoop.]

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim is sitting in a chair before the front door, calmly sipping a cup of tea. Calm is definitely the word to describe him, a gentle air surroundig, as if nothing worries him.

He's quite good at acting. But he has remembered one way to keep busy. That's right, his sign is up.

"WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. ARE YOU NEW? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO ASK ME."

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[bloodandnicotine]

Angsty, souled, brooding, blond, snarky, insert more adjectives, vampire, sitting at the bar, with a cup of blood.

He must have upset the bar, cause he's drinking it out of a coffee cup that says 'Hug your Librarian.'

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[namo]

[OOM: Millitimed to Saturday morning. Lee and Námo wake up and spend time in bed, followed by a bath with much deep conversation, and then they return to bed. Warning for repeated graphic smut between two men. ^^ It is also a massive thread.]

An entrance

[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

The front door does not open. There is no fanfare or exclamations.

Simply a man, where there was not one before.

He's about six feet tall, dark, dressed in a suit and topcoat. He has a scarf. And shades.

And a lighter in his hand. It's black. And he plays with it a lot.

So. Just a man.

In a bar.




He may hurt you.

Day Ten - Bar Fever

[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

Outside, in the morning light, Sir Sparhawk, Pandion Knight, rides his horse, Faran getting them both exercise and a little bit of freedom from the Bar.

It has been ten days since Sparhawk found this strange place and his mind is still reeling. Often he feels numb, as if he cannot see another thing that will surprise him, and yet, strangely enough, then he does. It is enough to completely overwhelm this man, and so he has sought this refuge, something he knows well, riding.

The two move as one almost, long acclimated to every nuance of each other's actions and movements, and together they enjoy the morning's ride in the cold air.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

[OOM: River reacts to Roland's return.]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amandafalls into the bar, literally. It would seem that Amanda had tried to sit down where there was no seat. Her jacket is ripped, she is holding a bloody sword, and seems to be having a difficult time keeping herself up. SOmeone may want to help her to a seat.

4 to a post

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Bruce Banner sits at the Bar, his head bent over several large texts of published findings on radiative sciences. His glasses, which keep threatening to fall off, show his eyes, which hold a certain amount of excitement usually reserved for those who see something particularly shiny.


At his usual table near the Infirmary, Hank McCoy taps at his laptop, working, once more, on some design specifications for medical sensing technology. Nearby is a large mug of coffee and a plate of breakfast, at which he stabs occasionally and munches in a preoccupied way.


Elrond is near the fire, oiling his sword with a carefully made oil, using the light of the fire to check for any small flaws and the warmth of it to dry the oil in a natural speed.


Magius sits on a rock next tot he lake, thinking. His eyes are distant and his expression bleak as he gazes out over the lake.

(ooc: talk to one or all, just say who you want to talk to in your comment)

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion wanders downstairs and places a number of invitations to dinner in his suite with he and his wife for Erastide. Then he settles at the bar to eat some breakfast.

(no subject)

[button-masher.livejournal.com]

Tycho Brahe walks into the bar, some Merch merch in his arms and some wrapping paper. He grins and heads to a table, where he sets this stuff out. Now, as long as Gabe doesn't show up. Tycho doesn't want to have to explain that the Merch merch is not for him.

It's for Ann. Not that he's sure Ann likes the Merch either. At least not as much as Gabe does. But does anyone like anything as much as Gabe?

The mun rambles. The point is, Tycho is in the bar. Wrapping the Merch.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina walks downstairs from the sim room, where she's spent the last hour vaping targets out of the sky. It's a little obvious that someone woke up in a bad mood.

She makes her way over to the bar to get a cup of caf. Jaina glances down at her wrist chronometer - still a little while until the squadron meeting - and sits, looking around the room.

She's probably looking for someone in particular.

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[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

There's a human skull floating around the Christmas tree. It circles around it a few times. Then it gets up close and eyes some of the ornaments before floating back to get another view of the tree as a whole.

Morte isn't a sod to bang about looking Clueless for too long.

"So, why's this kip all glammed up?" he asks of someone passing by. Or someone sitting at a nearby table. Or someone else admiring the tree.

It could be you. Why not?

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace Windu, finished with morning training, is at the bar, having tea, and going over his notes.

You know you want to ask what he is writing.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive, once he'd gotten the hang of the treadle sewing machine he'd borrowed from the bar, was having quite a good time with it. At that particular moment he was reparing a split seam on the shoulder of his red velvet coat, he's also got a bowl of spiced almonds that he's nibbling from occasionally, generally looking quite content.

No lipstick today, but massive amounts of eyeliner and chipped black nailpolish, as well as a few partially completed projects scattered around the booth he's taken over, someone go poke him, see if he jabs himself with the sewing machine needle!

( the usual lunchtime post, got about twenty minutes, then Banished to the lair of internetconnectionlessness, I'll be gone until whenever I wind up getting home, prolly 6-7ish Pacific, if you're okay with slowtime, g'head and tag ^^ )

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha sat in her booth, her hand over her eyes as she stares dejectedly at the plate of waffles on the floor.

She should pick them up. But crying sounds a lot more fun right now.


OOC: Slowtimes in effect!! Thank you so muchly!

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[miss-eyre.livejournal.com]

Jane Eyre slips in unobtrusively; Mr. Rochester would say it is due to her fairy feet. She would say it was from growing up in her aunt's house, tiptoeing to avoid her horrid cousins. Either way, she is now sitting quietly near the fire, enjoying a repast of tea and scones. Cranberry scones, even. She must be in an adventuresome mood.
She hums a quiet tun to herself as she surveys the room.

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[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

They say that ignorance is bliss. They're probably right. In spite of this fact, April O'Neil had wandered in and up to the bar, wrapped in copious layers of coat and sweater and scarf and hat, only her blue eyes and rather pink nose and cheeks visible until she began the tedious task of unwrapping herself.

"Large coffee, please, with- Oh, thank you. Perfect," she murmured to Bar, pulling off her gloves to clutch the warm mug that had appeared before her.

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[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

Behold! Furry orange critter, lounging calmly on the bar, lazily grooming a claw. He occasionally flicks his poofy tail. Passers-by will receive wide-eyed staring and a fur-fluffed pose of cute.

You know you want to feed him. Or scritch him. You know you do. You cannot resist the philosophical furry woodland animal!

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[lvpd_sidle]

The first thing Sara does when she comes downstairs is set a stack of invitations on the Bar. She requests that they be sent to all of hers and Barry's friends.

( The Invitation )

That done, she snags a mug of cocoa and a prime seat by the fireplace.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray compiled a number of notes last night. Yawning, he emerges from upstairs and places them on the Bar's surface. "Bar, I would appreciate it if you could get these to the appropriate people for me? Please?"

The first is addressed to ( Bonnie Barstow, Kitt, Karr, Eddie Kincade, or Michael. )

The next, in a considerably larger and more cheerful hand, is addressed to ( Ace )

One is addressed to ( Danny Fenton )

And the last is addressed to ( Agent K )

The notes disappear.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

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[jed-leland.livejournal.com]

There was only so much bad theater one could stand before one felt the strong urge to get drunk.

There was only so much alcohol you could consume before one's mornings started to look bleak.

There were only so many headaches one could tend to before one swore a hopeless oath to give up alcohol. Jed Leland would never give up alcohol, but even he, in all his admiration for liquor, had to admit that hangovers were one of the worst things in life.

So there was a Jed, slouched in a booth with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. Of course he looked miserable--he was hungover, and he hadn't managed to forget that piece of tripe from last night.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There's a sullen Ghostbuster practicing outside in the snow with a bokken.
He's trying to focus and it's not going well.
Think he broke before? Uh-uh... you've yet to see him completely break.
And it's a-coming at this rate...

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[madetomend.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs, Sally mends the flight suit of a little Ewok and bonds over being stuffed

Sally comes downstairs with a bag slung over her shoulder. It is dark blue with embroidered yellow planes on it and it's about the size of an average purse. She has a stuffed Ewok in the crook of her other arm and is humming softly. She pats Bar and asks for some Goat's Blood. She takes her things and the liquid to a nearby table and sits. She takes out a few different outfits and sets them all over the table. There's a snappy blazer, the outfit Clive made, his flight suit, some pajamas (dress and night cap type), slippers, a funny little hat and some assorted suits, jackets, ties, pants and shirts.

Come help her decide what outfit Rupert the Ewok would look best in!

[ooc: Not in any way, shape or form plot-locked. If your character(s) wants to coo or just stare at the Ewok, please do so!]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Through the magic that is Millitime, earlier today while Charlie and Jack were talking about this and that, Christmas shopping was mentioned, help was offered and accepted, and both men walked through the door to Las Vegas.

They're back now, Charlie with more than he planned on getting--isn't that always how it is?--and Jack's purchases left at home. He offered to help Charlie wrap, though "help" has somehow transmorgified into "doing it all while Charlie watches and plays guitar."

Neither of them are quite sure who chose the Harley Davidson-themed wrapping paper, but Jack's enjoying making the motorcycles match up.



[ooc: yup, multi-pup post. tag both or either.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After fighting with Sam, Jaina runs up to the sim room to hide. She winds up crying to Jag instead.]

(no subject)

[fellowship-of-7.livejournal.com]

He is tall, although not so tall as many here. He is slender, because he spends no time thinking of such things as food. A stave of rich, dark wood without mark of tools is grasped in one tanned hand. The hip on that side bears a sword, plain and without ornament. Indigo robes fall from neck to ground, clean and enough this side of ragged to be passable in polite company. Barely passable.

He is looking for someone, in specific. It is obvious in the tilt of his head and the muscle jumping slowly at the left corner of his jaw.

(no subject)

[namo]

[OOM: Monday night, Gorlim and Námo have a bath and reconnect in many ways. Warning for schmoop and mild sexual tones.]

Punjab Lasso, anyone? ...Anyone?

[operathon.livejournal.com]

( A Note to Paige. )

There he was, sitting at the farthest booth in the Bar. His boney leather covered fingers twirling and untwirling about a glass of red wine, waiting for her. If she did not show, that would be his sign to condemn her to him eternally. In the shadows, he waited for his future bride.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The morning after Sam forces them to act on feelings neither would admit to, Tahiri and Zekk wake up. Rated S for Snuggling and J for Jaina's Gonna Kill Us.]

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

There is a fidgety red-haired Elf in the bar.

She is seated at a table, tea and sweet cakes in front of her, untouched.

An entrance...

[attic-girl.livejournal.com]

The front door to the bar opens and a tall, dark haired woman wanders in, greatly confused. For one, she is dry. For another, she is dressed in her favourite crimson, corsetted gown.

She examines herself momentarily and only once she is satisfied with her appearance does she pay any attention to the room she has just entered. A slow smile spreads across her face as she looks around, because this is better than anything she has ever come up with in her daydreams.

Fuchsia Groan is in Milliways, and for the time being, she couldn't be happier.

Up in the Trees

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda's day has had it's up's and downs. At the monet however she really is going up and down. She is playing in the trees and she looks like she is having a ball. The cold doesn't seem to be bothering her at all right now.

If you like you might be able to scare her into slipping. Afterall she really should be getting work done right now.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. It's another of the strange multi-character posts which have been going around. However, this one's a bit different.

Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker is in the bar, at a table, chatting almost animatedly with one Mark Cohen, filmmaker. At their table is a pile of papers, a camera, and a pot of tea. They'll probably talk to you if you want. Or just talk to one of them. They're both rather busy.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

There is a Guppy by the fire, having lunch. Occasionally he passes a little bit to the black cat under his table.

(no subject)

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

There is an abandoned plate of cookies sitting on the table.

Next to it, are a pair of sunglasses that may look vaguely familiar.

Curled up on the booth seat, half-but-not-quite-asleep is Jack of the Frost. His eyes are open, half-lidded, and contemplative.

And he wants to talk to someone. Anyone. You? Come by! He needs help some conversation.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There is a conceited dandy lounging on a sofa somewhere in the bar. The furthest couch from the fire, to be more specific. He may seem silly for avoiding it so intently, but when you have enemies, you make concessions.

Still, despite knowing that he is hated, he is quite relaxed, and that smug look is back. This may be bad news. But only one way to find out. Come chat, poke him, sit on him, whatever.

(no subject)

[soweroflife.livejournal.com]

Kokopelli has claimed this couch in the name of Sprawling With A Bag.

Also a book. He is reading and making corrections in a bright purple pen as he munches an apple.



[ooc: I'll have to run in about two hours, and will be back an hour after that.]

(no subject)

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

The art of mapping had been just that- an art, and subjective and open to interpretation until clear, objective pictures could be taken- from the air.

Thus, after finishing History of Navigation, (though circa 1900), Wellard did request some navigational charts from the bar, to test out some of the new things he had read.

Right now he is boggling quietly at them. Boggling, soon to be awe. And these are just ocean navagational charts.

(no subject)

[white_flowers]

She has had enough time, now, to repair the damage done to her work by Raven's interference.

Silver needles flash and click once again in a soothing rhythm as Blodwen Rowlands works on her latest project, which appears to be a throw or blanket of cloud-white wool. A silver glinting thread, of the same metallic sheen as the knife-bright tools of her work, is woven throughout the knitting.

Blodwen is smiling, and seems quite content.

[Warning: Please be aware that the knitting project contains a trap-spell in it, one that is touch-activated. Capture is not automatic and is based on resulting interaction.]

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

And there he is again.

A small, calm man curled up in a back booth. He's just seen the Matrix, so conversation might be a little odd, but mostly comprehensible.

He's amusing himself by tying spoons in knots. With his hands, but still.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

That guy you probably don't like much is hanging around the bar again, with a baby. He seems to be trying to demonstrate to her the delicate art of making snowflakes out of paper plates.

Of course, at three months of age, she probably can't differentiate between his hand and the paper plates very well, but she seems almost as entertained by it as he does.

He can be odd that way.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Slayer onna couch, stretched out with a cup of coffee.

This is your GIP.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is in the main bar doing that thing she does other than sit by the fire drinking tea. She's wandering, slow lazy circles around the bar, which means she's thinking, but not too much.

Feel free to stop her for a chat. She'll be doing this all night.

(no subject)

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

Millitimed to after ooms

Preston Opened and closed the door to his bathroom-coming face to face with Milliways once again.
Good to feel like one belongs somewhere.

In an attempt to assuage the guilt of physically harming one of his now-closest friends he's got a book. It's "A christmas Carol" and he's looking for a few specific people to ask questions on about it, but he's open for conversation. Certain pages have been marked with yellow stickies.

He also has a few generic books, their titles so worn and faded that even he doesn't know what they are.


Mun is absolutely terrified that the scenes from "National Lampoons a Christmas Vacation" will repeat themselves directly across from her house so please oh please tag at will!

(no subject)

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((ooc- Millitimed to 8pm last night))

Paige is sitting in a booth wearing a olive green dress, on the table is a platter with a selection of sushi (some of it cooked) and a bottle of warm sake.

She's hoping to widen Dave's tastes a little, but she's expecting her plan to not work very well.

Oh and there's candle light, she's not had much romance back home so she's making the most of it here.

(no subject)

[iceismyforte.livejournal.com]

She's plopped into the bar once again by the locker room doors. Perhaps this isn't a good time, she tired...so tired and well...still in her hockey gear.

"Damn, why me?"

She quickly takes a seat in a booth. She wants hot chocolate, but she's too lazy right now.

Come comfort her, especially if you bear hot chocolate, food, or just good conversation.

(no subject)

[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

There is a bored-but-patient genie in the bar, having taken Dinah's advice to heart. All she can do is wait for her Master to uncork her bottle or summon her, and so she will wait. She may pout and sulk a bit, but she will wait.

Even if that means she tends to hover near the door.





((Mun is still congested, since the headcold has fled but the weather has changed (it's so grand being me), so replies may be slow while I try to think through my sinus.))

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

[OOM: On the roof.

A beaten, battered, and mostly bored Raph recieves visitors in the form of Alanna, Angua and Death.

Millitimed to different points during the week for added confusion.]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

After this encounter with Blodwen Rowlands.

There's only so many places one can go to get away from the bar, when one is Bound. Outside's a good one, even if it is cold.

Which is where Nita's headed right now. She marches across the bar and out, and the door bangs shut behind her.

Once outside, she leans against the wall of the building and lets the backlash from the power use wash over her, leaving her shaky and gasping.

That was too damn close.

(no subject)

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

OMG LOOK! Tiki, who really and truly is not dead, is down in the bar.

Let's say she was lost in the library for...several months. She is little, you know.

Go talk to her! She would like to talk to people after months of isolation!

The Crystal of Osiris: part 11

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Cairo, Egypt 1938 - Indy suffers a mortal wound after the latest round of Nazi violence. Unfortunately, there is no death-defying return to Milliways this time. Dire need calls for desperate measures...]

(no subject)

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

In the bar, an angel is moving.

He might have been sitting, still as a statue and pale as one, in the corner.

Or he might have come in by the door.

Xas has learned to blend, after so long a time wingless.

He stops by the bar, laying one hand on the surface lightly, almost wonderingly. And then he orders a glass of wine, white, and tasting delicately of fruit.

And then he finds an empty booth and sits, sipping his drink lazily and watching the people go by.

Xas has made quite a study of them, over the years, after all. Humans, that is. Possibly it's time for him to broaden his horizons.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

In the outside arena we have one raven-haired ex-Peacekeeper. It looks like she's scratching something into the snow with a stick. Could be she's trying to figure out what you get a not!boyfriend for Christmas.

In the inside arena, at a booth, there's one Miss Thea Harman. She's swirling a glass full of red wine and looking generally malevolent.


[OOC: Double entry post fun! Specify who you wish to talk to and if your pup is the type to report Evil Thea to security, please to not be picking her. Thank you :)]

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah has taken over a booth with a rather large box.
Inside the rather large box are a bunch, and I do mean a bunch, of smaller brightly wrapped things.

She's got gifts for a lot of people, have you talked to her before? Chances are she's got something for you. She's like that.

She's also got a heap of christmas crackers for people she hasn't met before, so, g'head, she's all up in the spirit at the moment, bedecked with a christmas light halo and everything.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is happy.

Workdays are no exception.

She's been working hard in the greenhouse and also making Christmas presents, but she does like to be busy.

Waiting tables is also no exception.

She'll be very happy to wait on you!

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

The forfeit was for two days, so Mary Anne's back in the bar, still wearing the bikini and heels.

She's ensconced in her booth, nursing a Sex on the Beach. Better pester her now--not like she's going to stay in this get-up for ever.


[ooc: Mun should be around for a long time this evening, so consider this post still active unless otherwise stated.]

(no subject)

[avonlea-girl.livejournal.com]

Anne-girl, with tea, writing.

Well, for the most part. When she isn't being distracted by watching people in the bar, or by the gleam of moonshine on frosted window-pane.

After all, young Miss Shirley is ever so dedicated to her work.

[OOC: Mun, like Anne, is working, so replies may be slow.]

(no subject)

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

A blaster bolt from the training remote comes flying towards Zekk's shoulder, nearly missing the Jedi Knight as he sidesteps it bye a second. Another flies in his direction, and this time Zekk deflects the bolt with his lightsaber blade.

He's been outside running through practices for a while now. While Jaina's chosen to sleep off her frustrations, Zekk's opted for a workout instead. Kriffing females and their kriffing emotions.

Feel free to interrupt the Joiner Jedi from his training. Just be careful to avoid any blaster bolts. They sting.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg pops into the bar; immediately, she takes a seat at the counter, pulls out a piece of paper and begins to tap at it thoughtfully with a pencil.

Odds are she can't really surprise her father anyways, considering - but there's at least a slightly higher chance in-bar than in the Threshold.*

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Lobo, Bar, beer, not so much brooding.

It might be safer now.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is in the bar with coffee and a sheet of paper, on which she is making semi-frantic notes about what to get everyone for Christmas. There are a lot of people on this list, and not a lot of time. Hence the frantic.

This was easier when she was a ghost. Intangibility is the best 'couldn't go shopping' excuse ever.

(no subject)

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Snhrrt." Raptor Red is bored today, and thus prowling the bar. She sniffs around curiously, occaisonally shaking her head and snorting to herself. Try as she might, she still can't quite get used to the scents and sounds of the bar, even if the warmth of the building is a relief compared to the weather outside. Her attention turns to the rest of the bar's patrons as she scans the crowd, eyeballing people carefully.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

The door slides open.

The blonde, stocky guy that enters isn't tossing a dinosaur from hand to hand. (Thank you, crutches.) But, as the door shuts with a bang behind him, he's whistling, tuneless but cheerful, as he takes a seat on one of the couches and orders dinner from a passing waitrat.

A few days from now, it'll be New Year's.

And today, exactly a year ago by Milliways reckoning, a pilot walked into a bar at the end of the 'verse for the first time.

Happy Milliversary, Wash.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Earlier this afternoon, Roland gets kicked in the shin.]

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

A familiar personage enters the bar from lakeside, wiping snow off his feet. Partly out of habit and partly for actual warmth, he's wearing his favorite old towel wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

Arthur's celebrating the nearness of Christmas. His mun is celebrating a brief respite from work insanity. Join them, won't you?

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Today was a good day for Ray. He slept late. That's always good. He got home about mid-day and made up for his away-time in New York City. This is also good. Granted, it's amazingly slimy, but hey, he knew that was part of the deal when he signed up, right? Right. The city is safe for another year. Week. Day. Whatever interval of time it takes for something ghastly with too many teeth to pop out of the sidewalk. You get the picture. He did his duty.

Still, the performance of one duty does not excuse one from the performance of another, which is why he's out behind the bar adjusting the settings on his training drone to 'Mr. Sangiovese would like a word with you about your gambling debts' before starting practice for the evening.

(no subject)

[necessarilyevil.livejournal.com]

There's a crazy blonde girl from ancient Greece in the bar.

She's been in the bar for a while, but since her mun has neglected her, we're going to pretend she's only been here a few days, since she's dead and bound and can't be anywhere else just now.

At present, she's tapping her fingers on the table at which she's sitting, and muttering to herself under her breath with the occasional audible outburst.

Come distract the crazy, restless bitch.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Holby, last night, a dream]

Guppy is outside, feeling the crisp snow beneath his feet as he walks towards the lake. He takes small handfulls of snow and holds them until the water drips from between his fingers.

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the Bar. Have at!

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats into the bar. On one hip, Darkness. On the other ... a ... lightsaber.

She floats to the counter and orders a glass of mead as she surveys the room.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

There's off-key humming coming from one of the booths; a humming that might sound something like "Deck the Halls" in its more tuneful moments. The sound isn't coming from the seats, but from the end of the booth, as Jack's standing next to the booth's table, the table covered in Christmasy items--snarled balls of lights, molting tinsel garlands, and layers of tissue paper with ornaments laid neatly on top.

He's sorting through the Christmas things he'd got from his apartment yesterday, looking for a couple items in particular, and there wasn't any space to do so in his apartment. At least unless you count the floor or the bed, neither of which was much of an option with a rather bouncy chihuahua running around.

"A-ha!" he says, pulling out a small, lidded box, from the very bottom of the larger box. Inside are two ornaments, nestled in cotton batting. Their paint is chipped but they're stil recogniseable as a small, blonde-haired angel and a small star.

He carefully puts the lid back on the box, then pokes through the tissue paper, looking through four generations' worth of Bauer Christmas memories.

[ooc: Must flee for bed, but feel free to tag if you want to slowtime!]

[Out of Milliways: Mel's room]

[slayer_fray]

[OOC: The team that brought you FTB on the World Trade Center and Getting flushed down the plughole, are reunited once more to bring you the long awaited, much touted:

( Mel and Mike Smut Thread )

Over 200 hundred comments of pure, unadulterated, dirty dirty smut! Starring Melaka Fray and Michael T. Angelo! Featuring a cameo from Lilly Kane!

Rated PG-13.]

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[lastgunslinger]

He's had dinner. Now he's in his chair -- the one with teeth marks on the leg, from where Sunny used to gnaw on it before Roland asked her to stop for fear his chair would be put out of commission -- and he has a glass of wine. White.
neither pride
And a book of poetry. Yeats.
Nor hope rekindling at the end descried,
Roland is having a nice, peaceable, quiet evening.
So much as gladness that some end might be.
Say thankya.

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[the_antiangst]

Maybe it's a break from wrapping presents; maybe it's celebration of being done with that. The world may never know.
In any case: Dead twentysomething drag queen, anyone?

Secret Santa

[capt_angie]

The sign up jar for Secret Santa was removed sometime in the night and a new one has taken it place on the end of the bar.

"Please leave your Secret Santa gifts either under the tree, for with Bar for their recipients to collect, thank you."

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

After This encounter with Satan, or at least one of his forms.

There's a John Preston curled up in a fetal position in one of the booths.
Or at least it would be John Preston if he hadn't decided to question a fundemental force in the universe.

So there's a not!Preston curled up, a child of about eight, face pudgy and flushed with chocolate and various other devices.

Despite the fact that the little lion's had his fill he's still compelled to keep going.
Poor kid's gonna be sick.

[Warning. He really is gonna be sick, taking pity on sick kids is love but be warned-they do spew. The spell working his appearance is just temporary.]

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[theravenboy]

[OOM: Back at Clwyd Farm, Bran warns Owen Davies and John Rowlands about some dangers of Milliways.]

Only twice, since the day a year and more ago when Bran and Will pulled the golden harp from the pleasant lake, has Bran Davies come to the bar without it. Always, when he enters the bar, Bran plays a strange high aching melody that sounds almost, but not quite, familiar. He plays that song tonight, as he pushes the front door open.

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[scapepig]

There is a large pig, sitting by the fire drawing a large diagram with a piece of charcoal between his trotters.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max doesn't sneak in through the front door. Largely because sneaking in while carrying a package a little better than half your own height is rather futile. Instead she strolls in, the picture of normalcy. Well. Sort of.

She does make a stop to drop her packages off in her room before curling up in a booth with hot chocolate and cookies. Enough of the latter to share.

Come bother the X5, or snag a cookie. Or both.

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[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Seated near the fire is a pregnant Serenity crewmember in possession of the following things:

1) a bowl of grapes

2) a mug of tea

3) a notebook and a pencil

4) a slightly frustrated expression

Someone's left their present-shopping 'til the last minute this year.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is has settled over by the fire, curled up in a chair, shoes on the floor in front of her, tea nearby, book open in her lap.

Company would be welcome.

Come say hello?

(no subject)

[symbiote-venom.livejournal.com]

Venom sits in a booth, his suit not covering his face for some odd reason.

He sips his drink, looks around in a casual and bored way, then takes another sip.

A terrible foe had confronted Venom. Boredom. And he's not having much luck beating it.

Come by and help?

((ooc: Slow-time soon. Just a heads up for anyone who actually drops in.))

Walking in a Winter Wonderland...

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

...and to Egon Spengler it is. He's wearing a puffy coat and a scarf and some boots and jeans, and standing a bit outside the door, just taking in the air, and the lake, and all of it. It's very different than New York City, or the inside of Milliways, and he's been getting a little bit of cabin fever.

Besides, there's someone he knows comes out here, and he's hoping to run into that person.

Never know who else he might run into, though

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

Brilliant young doctor in the bar.

To be more specific: Simon Tam, sitting by the fireplace. With a mug of cinnamon-laced coffee and a buttered bagel.

He's never had a bagel before. It's ... interesting.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Conflicted young wizard in the bar.

Hidden in a booth, watching.

Much with the brooding and thinking.

Invitations and Whatnot

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill exits the House of Arch and into bar proper. She is holding in her hands quite a few envelopes, hand lettered and decorated. Each has a name on it and she sets them on bar. She sent a few by the HoA owls but well...she wants to make sure they're read.

( Peter, Lucy, Edmund, Susan Pevensie, Eustace Scrubb, Caspian )

And in Eustace's there is a small note tucked into the card.

( Eustace Only )

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[x5-599.livejournal.com]

Zack is stretched out in a booth, looking very much at home. Looking casual except for the fact that he's watching her very closely, not missing a movement. He doesn't doubt she realizes she's being watched, even though she doesn't appear to.

Care to interrupt his thoughts?