milliways_bar | Jan. 2nd, 2006

Jan. 2nd, 2006

It's Wes. In normal clothes again! (Earth ones, in fact. Jeans, and a t-shirt from Sam that says "Ewoks Are My Friends." He may or may not also be wearing the Ewok slippers.)

He's sitting at the Bar, drinking a glass of Whyren's and trying not to glance at the door.

He's been doing that a lot lately.

Come bother him!

un_fallen

[OOC: Millitimed to Boxing Day, just after this madness. Mun has been away from her internets, so please don't blame Raguel for the lateness. :)]

Raguel makes a quick stop before returning to the bar; he'd thought about picking this last gift up a few weeks ago but decided he was being ridiculous. Now he's got no excuse. He's grinning when he comes in and deposits a few notes and presents with Bar; it's been a very long time since he had anyone to give to at Christmas. That done, he heads back through the door to Los Angles, looking more pleased than he has in months.

No, he's not sore. He always limps like that. Why do you ask?

( Sariel )

( Remiel )

( Aziraphael )

( Coyote )

( Crowley )

Current Mood: good

iustus_rex

[ A Belated, And Not Really Merry, Christmas in the House of Arch. Posted now due to muns not having a chance to write it till tonight. Featuring Edmund, Lucy, and a lot of woe. ]

white_flowers

The delicate white flower nestled in her hair, and the leaves and thin vines branching from it, are a pretty ornament. It would take very careful examination for one to notice that it is made entirely of frost.

The woman known as Blodwen Rowlands sits at a corner table, apparently content with tea and a quiet evening.

And if she is watching the bar carefully, awaiting certain patrons, well, what of that?

cuban-star.livejournal.com

Lola had just finished her last performance of the night, which usually would mean sleep, but the stage door had other plans in mind. So, there she is sitting at a table writing music and sipping vanilla nut tea. This is the usual routine for her.

Come talk to her. She might even share some of her tea.

Current Mood: content

bloodandnicotine

Brooding, red faced, jacketless vampire at the bar.

He's brooding cause he's still stuck here. He's red faced, cause, well, new flesh, having been healed from the holy water burning. And jacketless cause his burning flesh ruined his leather jacket! How horrible! Even more cause for brooding, for what is Spike, without his cool leather jacket? He might as well be Angel!

Hell, he is brooding after all.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Someone left Tim a gift for Christmas. Or New Years, really. And since he's just found it this morning, he's more then a little curious.

Which is why Tim is currently playing with a Robin style mask, holding to his face, flipping it, and trying to figure it out.

maxwellsdemon02

( A note at the bar for Mary Lennox: )

door-2-door.livejournal.com

The man is outside today, walking near the lake.
It is not very often that he is outdoors during daylight, with free time, especially this time of year. He would have to blame the career for that.

But he might stop and talk, if you catch his attention. He'll ask questions at least.

fourth-of-three.livejournal.com

It has been a few weeks, and a couple very busy holidays for many, since the young Gascon has spent any substantial time in the bar. It is a state of sober discontent which brings him downstairs today.

Because he considers himself a gentleman, and because he has not yet been properly corrupted by Athos, he is drinking tea this morning, rather than wine. The point is not to say that wine in the morning is improper, only that he wanted tea. But ~~like most French authors~~ we digress.

So not!musketeer, with tea, in the bar. Probably cleaning his guns or blade. Again.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at his usual table, watching the bar. His eyes are bright and a cup of coffee sits on the table, along with his Rather Odd Looking Laptop. He sometimes taps a few keys on the laptop, but mostly he is watching people in the Bar this morning.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius settles onto the bench in the garden area, watching the outside back.
Some days he just likes to feel the wind and cold and see nature as it takes it's course. Today he smiles, as with magic back, he sends his senses out to feel what is happening in the winds.

clumsy_auror

[OOM: The Tonks-Wrangle Christmas, finally wrapped!

Sunny's up with the sun (ha!) on Christmas morning

Celebrating with Crowley and Aziraphael

and finally, 'Dora's parents visit for her birthday on Boxing Day]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: The long-awaited weekly flat post from two weeks ago which we just decided to wrap because everyone had seemingly forgot about it. Featuring Ace, Tom Riddle, Mal Reynolds, Barry Allen, Snow White, Morpheus, Adam Young, and Sir Alanna of Trebond. Next time it won't be the holidays and we'll do better kids.]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar. He's got tea. Come talk to him, he'll share.

((OOC: The mun has a cold and is attempting to complete several job applications of DOOM. Please rescue.))

((~~Edit: Am escaping for a bit, shall return shortly~~. Back!))

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

The first awareness was of something warm and wet on his face. He grumbled and swatted his arms pushing at Triumph's chest. The doberman responded by pawwing at his chest. He sighed and rolled over. "Go back to sleep, girl. My head hurts." After a few minutes, he gave up. Sitting up proved to be difficult, and Triumph sat back on her haunches watching him. He grumbled at her, she just sat and stared.

"Where's my cane, girl?" He asked her, looking around the room. He had no memory of...well, anything. Scotch. He'd had damn good Scotch at the bar with...well, he couldn't remember the guy's name just now. "How did I...Shit." He rubbed his face with both hands. He was still fully clothed. Flash of a pill, more Scotch...and the bar rushing up to meet his head. Vague feeling of being carried, deposited in the bed.

"Good thing you're well trained." House muttered at the dog. He could trust her to come back to him if he called her, because without his cane, there was no way he was going to keep up. He coudln't always keep up, even with the cane.

Triumph bounded down the stairs and sat at the bottom, looking up at him. He struggled with each step, between his head and his leg, progress was slow. "I'm not going with you," he told Triumph, "so make it fast. We'll play later. Daddy needs to find his cane." He let the dog outside, and stood against the door watching and waiting for her to come back. He took her to their usual spot near the fire and told her to sit while he went to the bar to look for his cane.

lvpd_sidle

Coffee.

Microscope.

Scowling CSI.

Seem familiar?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Preston comes in, shaking the snow off of his head. He's been pairing Vivaldi with the scene outside, and is probably in the best mood he's been in in quite some time. Thank you Ray and ipod.

Practicing denial isn't new for the cleric.
rubbing his hands together Preston blows on them for a moment to get them warm again despite his gloves and turns to bar.

"Bar?" A smile. It's coming easier to his face, "can you suggest something to warm me up?"

Bar complies.

Cleric, hot chocolate, happiest that he's been in years.

young_tmriddle

Last night Tom received an owl from Draco, which he responded to, and made Merriman aware of. Now that the celebration in the House of Arch is over, he writes Alanna, as a trusted member of Security.

( Owl to Alanna )

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

OOM #7 - Gone and Buried

perfectblue.livejournal.com

[OOM: A New Years' Wish.]

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

It's the first time Montparnasse has been in the bar in a few days. He's needed the time away to think.
But he is back now, and almost in a pleasant mood.

This means that there should be poking, or at the very least, conversation. Get it while he's being reasonable.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is inna Bar! See, he's sitting back in a corner with coffee, trying to decide what to eat today. He looks as if he's had a long week, perhaps he could use some company?
~~[OOC: Mun had to run, be back in a few hours]~~ Ok I'm back.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

millitimed for New Years Morning.

Amanda and Lobo go out of Milliways to have some Fun

Warning this thread contains some violence and a little bit of sexual type content.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting by the observation window with a book.

This means she is reading.

There is a half eaten bowl of fruit

Which means she was eating.

Come say Hi, she wont bite.

Perhaps someone is interested in finding out where she got her shiny new mithril choker, complete with pretty crystal attached in front.

last-and-first.livejournal.com

The bar has a Hestia, a fire, and hot chocolate.
Life is good. At least for her.

navybabyseal.livejournal.com

SHane is in the bar.

gone_byebye

Ray had the use of his room back last night, so he got to sleep. It wasn't really the best sleep in the world, as he's got a lot on his mind and he's not willing to use the Dream-lord's gift just yet, but at least it was sleep.

He's in the Bar now, with breakfast (oatmeal with apple chunks in) and a big, big copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide, bound in black leather.

The book's been temporarily chained to his table, just in case.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Well.

Imagine that.

Bernard is in the bar, going over the server applications, and sighing.

Coffee at his elbow.

Circles under his eyes.

Looks like someone got woken up a few times last night.

the_lioness

[Note for security, in the office.]

creator_raven

By some freak twist of fate, or perhaps as a result of an itchy brain, Raven is settled comfortably in the bar.

In a booth, oddly enough.

With tea and a plate of cookies.

He is fiddling idly with a thin willow-switch, a tangle of black thread, and two very very tiny crystal beads.

Raven has never minded comapany.

He doesn't plan to start now.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Off in the corner of the bar, Draco had the cauldron he recieved from the Hogfather, and seeming to testing something with the potion kit. Mostly analyzing the ingredients at the moment, and comparing to what he remembers from Potions class.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade Skywalker walks in from a room somewhere in the depths of the Jedi Temple on Ossus, where she just finished making sure Luke hadn't died while floating around, and just forgot to tell her.

All was well. Except where she looked very nervous about something, and maybe just a little queasy. She smoothes her long tunic and fiddles with her pant leg as she takes a seat in a booth. Everything's changing so swiftly now. She's getting caught in the middle of it. She hopes she can catch her breath before the war takes another horrible turn.

Come and talk to her, she's feeling too out of it to bite.

agirllost

[OOM: Okay, several things happened in the last few days:

First, Kim and Chase argued, with unexpected results.

Then, Kim visited Chris.

Later, Chase asked Q for help.

Q agreed and Kim got a nasty surprise.]

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick and Natalie are sitting at one of the tables, chattering amiably over their meals. Nick sips on a glass of something that is most certainly not wine (or at least, not entirely wine) and Natalie munches on some french fries. She seems to be rather amazed at whatever he's talking about, but listening intently.

Feel free to interrupt them.

[ooc: Tag and get one or both. Specify if you like.]

smart-ewok.livejournal.com

Like oh my gosh!

The door opens and in waddles...Kolot the Ewok! He's carrying a large crate of mechanical things.

Come talk to him!

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

It's cold but dry outside today as Dinah sets up for breakfast, smiling brightly.

Breakfast Specials
Gingerbread Pancakes
Avocado, Manchego Cheese Omelette
Half a Grapefruit,
Whatever year is is for you, have a great one!

"What can I getcha?"

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is in the bar with a cup of tea and a cold.

He'll be the one slouched in a booth sneezing at regular intervals.

He is also halfheartedly drawing trees in a sketchbook.

You can come bother him if you want. He's very nice. Unless you're Satan. He has a bone of three to pick with you. Not that that's anything unusual -- quite a lot of people, theoretically, have quite a lot of bones to pick with Satan. So come on over. He won't sneeze on you unless you annoy him.

Current Mood: cold

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Prue is sitting at a booth looking bored. Anyone who is watching closely enough might catch sight of her cup being moved from side to side, her hand not quite touching it.

Come poke at will

not_that_spike

( OOM: A Little Christmas Surprise on Venus )

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Millitimed to Dec. 28

OOM: (After Draco manages to be released from the Dark's and Blodwen's allegience with Nita and Danny assisting, and basically getting his arse saved by Merriman, Nita gets Draco to the infirmary where she heals his broken leg (one of Blodwen's parting gifts to her traitor servant), and gets him to talk about recent events.)

oneman_onevote

At the bar for anyone who might be curious - excluding a certain Blodwen Rowlands - is the following

( note )

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Lucifer has the calm and ever-so-slightly superior look of one who was not engaging in indiscriminate snogging last night - and more importantly, hasn't even the slightest hint of a hangover.

He's playing something slow and strange and softly chromatic on the guitar slung across his lap. Though every few bars he stops to pick at a slice of panforte or sip his coffee, so the overall effect is frustratingly disjointed for anyone actually trying to follow the tune.

Of course, that could be the whole point.

terroristmoose.livejournal.com

There is a moose.
I am the terror... that flaps in the night!
In the bar.
I am the shoelace that will never stay tied!
Yes, it's just a regular old moose.
I... am Darkhooooooooooooooof MOOSE!
It... seems to be wearing a mask. And a holster holding a Nerf gun.
Theme song!!
And a sombrero.
Daring moose of mystery, champion of light, Charges from the shaaaadows, Darkhoof owns the ni-ight...
The kind with little googly balls hanging from it.

terror-soars.livejournal.com

Terrorsaur is standing in front of Bar, looking to get stinking drunk. It's his preferred state ever since he came to Milliways.

Bar isn't cooperating.

"Dirty mech with radium," he hisses, frustrated.

Nothing happens.

"You heard me the first time!" the birdbot snaps. "Slag you!"

Nothing happens.

Leaning closer to the countertop, Terrorsaur murmurs a desperate litany of, "Please? Please? Please?"

Still nothing.

Terrorsaur gives a despairing, squawky sob and buries his head in his hands. "Hate you," he whines.

Poor whiny little Transformer. Maybe he needs a hug?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

If you were a Prince of Amber, where would you be?

This one's curled up in a booth, nursing a mug of green tea.

Really, really good green tea. None of these 'teabag' thingies. He'll read your leaves for you if you come share company. He is, after all, a little edgy.

lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com

LaCroix is not in the bar.

But it's not because he's avoiding anyone.

Why would he avoid anyone?

Instead, he is out by the lake. Sitting in the sun. ~~Because Nick told him to~~

There is a distinct lack of smoke coming from him.

Feel free to distract him from this strange new world.

ultimatetourist.livejournal.com

Beowulf Schaeffer sticks a piece of paper on the Bar. "Everything I've written down on that sheet, please."
Several boxes appear, and Bey grabs them, taking them outside the bar, where he starts opening them up and making sure they're all right.

He could probably use some help in assembling... whatever it is he's assembling.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar - sort of.

She's smoking, and there's a plate in front of her which bears the remnants of what used to be a living animal of some kind, but is now a few bloody smears and what looks like a feather or two.

Closer examination is probably a bad idea.

(OOC: As the icon indicates, this is Faith as controlled by the demon her powers come from. As a result, she's likely to be a bit nasty, especially if you're someone Faith's usually fond of. Exercise caution before tagging, and if you want her for Security reasons...well, find somebody else, as she won't be particularly effective.)

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's entrance posts have been getting more and more boring recently. Don't blame him, blame the mun. It's hard to sustain creativity.

So. Shockingly, Mercutio is in the bar. He's restless again - being copped up indoors is never his favourite activity, but he hates bad weather.

So instead, he's walking on his hands. Pacing on his hands. Up and down, until his wrists start to tremble and he has to slide down into a forward roll.

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

Entipy wanders downstairs... and looks around for someone to talk to. Barefoot princess in a bar, come bug her.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Adam and Alanna inform Thom of their union. It goes . . . um, insert-adverb-here-ly.]

guppy_sandhu

By the fire, there is Guppy, reading the paper and drinking tea.

He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

Have at.

[ooc: Mun is ~~nipping to dinner,~~ back ~~soon~~]

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

A deeply troubled Giles is in the bar.
He had the lost book on demonology that Faith gave him, as well as several other texts besides.
Including some on Celtic and Welsh mythology and legends. He was also writing notes in his journal.
The tea by him looked all but untouched, and swiftly cooling.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is curled up in her favorite armchair by the fire, still feeling a little out of it, even though she's been dozing most of the day. Odd. She's currently occupying herself with one of the books Yrael gave her, even though she's read the same page three times already, and couldn't tell you what it says. Magic is sprawled out on the floor beside the chair, watching the world go by.

p3-premonitions.livejournal.com

Phoebe's in the bar again, she's finding she likes coming here more and more. She can really think here and this is good for her. It's like her escape, currently she's scribbling notes on a piece of paper but she would not object to some company. Her hair is in pigtails and she's sitting indian style, just scribbling away.

the_lioness

[OOM: At some point in the morning, Blodwen Rowlands and Alanna meet. It is... unexpected. *bright smile*]

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

"...Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass..."

Shakespeare's sonnets sound decidedly odd when they're recited like a jump rope rhyme in a sing songy voice. But not entirely horrible, and Jack's not off key. The notes drift out from where he's curled on a booth seat, idly tossing and catching a small glass ball with a snowflake trapped inside it.

half-giant.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Hagrid's been into the bar. The door just hasn't been there, and he's been too busy to worry about it much.

Still, it's here now, and he could do with a drink. Feel free to waylay him on the way to the bar or at the bar.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is running a bit late, and hurries along to the dungeons, hoping that a detention isn't in the cards for her.

She swings open the door, and... this isn't Potions class!

Thank Merlin!

gone_byebye

Ray hasn't actually left the Bar today, though he's been upstairs and downstairs a few times. Right now he's still got his copy of Tobin's chained to the table, but he's eating dinner instead of breakfast. It's some kind of stew, not that he really notices, given that he's mostly reading.

aj_crawley

[En masse re-post of certain Holiday Season OOMs, now wrapped, in chronological order, with post-scripts, further installments, and all presents unlocked. Phew!]

[Christmas]

[OOM: Chez Tonks-Wrangle, Sunny's up with the sun (ha!) on Christmas morning.]

[OOM: At a more respectable hour, Crowley and Aziraphael drop by.]

[OOM: And post-Tonks-Wrangles, Aziraphael and Crowley head home.]

****

[Boxing Day]

[OOM: On St. Stephen's day, aka. Tonks' birthday, 'Dora and Ber'd take an early afternoon walk.]

[OOM: And later that same afternoon, Tonks' parents appear, with birthday wishes and reassurances.]

[OOM: Meanwhile, in Soho, Aziraphael invites Raguel over for an innocent game of Scrabble. Yes. Totally Scrabble. And in conclusion, Scrabble.]

****

[New Year's Eve]

[OOM: The Fearsome Foursome, though one of their number is AWOL, manage to have some rather explosive fun anyway.]

****

[New Year's Day]

[OOM: Aziraphael, the above missing member, doesn't exactly arrive home to the warmest welcome. In fact, it's downright frosty.]

smallestopener

( Owlpost to Mary Lennox )

scapepig

Pig in the bar, eating a large watermelon near the fire.

collects_ears

George slips behind the bar, lost in his thoughts.

He glances at the specials board, then announces to the bar.

"Tonight's drinks are A Furlong Too Late, A Goodnight Kiss, Almost Heaven and Arise My Love.."

"What'll it be?"

the_seafarer

Son of Adam, be sure your sword is clean. Polish it until it shines like silver (thread) on snow.

And so Caspian, seated by the fire, does just that. The metal of his sword shines softly in the warm light, gleaming, but he frowns at it, seeing a shadow here, a stain there.

If he keeps at it, he might polish his sword right down to nothing.

the_lioness

[OOC: After her conversation with Michael, Alanna posts another note for security in the office.]

*Alanna pushes through the door from the staff quarters and flops into a chair at an empty table not far from the front door. She is not in a particularly good mood, but she's there. That's a start, surely.*

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is playing the Gibson and trying not to worry about Darien.

One is much easier than the other.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is sitting in a chair with tea, but it's not by the fireplace. Tonight, she's near the observation window, staring at the exploding stars. Good, wholesome, mindless entertainment. Bother at will.

steak-man.livejournal.com

Did you notice Cypher's been missing? You probably didn't. He's here now, though, sitting at the bar with his shades on ~~which is good because otherwise he might look rather traumatized~~.

He wears the scarf Stella made him and a pair of fingerless wool gloves, as though he thought about going outside and changed his mind. His face is rather drawn and pale, and he's holding very tightly onto his glass of whiskey as he sits and stares at the front door.

Ahhh...isn't it nice to see someone so imbued by post-holiday cheer?

fearcrow.livejournal.com

Look, a Crane!

... no, false alarm. Scarecrow has apparently decided to take control for the evening.

Creepy supervillain inna bar. Specifically, a corner booth, fiddling quietly with his glasses and observing the bar patrons. Approach carefully.

theyounger.livejournal.com

Gareth.

Booth.

Wine.

Paperwork.

steadfastknight

When did she come in?

She won't be very specific if asked, but she is sitting there, looking normal, if contemplative. Staring into a mug of hot chocolate. But the problem with staring into hot chocolate is that, unlike coffee or tea, hot chocolate is not a solution but a collusion. There are no murky depths. There is just a frothy surface. It isn't quite as condusive to deep thinking unless it's possible for the one aiming to concentrate that deeply on small, fragile bubbles.

Kitt's trying.

slayer_fray

Mel's in a good mood. It's been a good holiday for her, with very little doom or angst except of the continuing lack of some good friends.

Her security badge is pinned to her gun holster, which is today attached to a strap around her left leg. And her scythe is in a brand new black leather sheath on her back. Someone clearly thought she was getting through too many of his shirts.

She has a burger and fires, which rest on her legs as her feet sit on the table in front of her.

Life, it seems, is good.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz isn't sure he wants to be here.

But he kind of missed decent food.

So he sits at a table with dinner and his schoolwork, looking up every so often.

Ok, more toward often.

called_lioness

It is a well known fact that any Pevensie must be in search of tea.

Lucy's actually drinking coffee.

This is obviously a sign that everything's finally gone permanently mad, not just temporarily so.

That, or she just felt like something different.

undignified

Let it never be said that Wes Janson doesn't know how to be responsible. He's just a bit slow at it, that's all.

He wanders down to the main bar and pins the following Aurebesh note up on the notice board:

( for Paradox Squadron )

Then he settles at the Bar with a glass of Whyren's, eyeing his own note thoughtfully.

Clear skies, he thinks belatedly, is possibly not the best thing to wish people who are stuck in a bar at the end of the universe where they can't actually fly.

white_flowers

The delicate flowers in her hair have grown, it seems; there are three now, where there was one before.

Blodwen Rowlands has left the corner table in order to settle comfortably in an armchair. One would think it would be warmer in this cozy nook near the fire-- and yet, the air is strangely chill.

She doesn't seem at all bothered by this, and is smiling as she sips her tea.

gramarye1971

[OOM and outside Time, prior to the post below: Merriman learns of the White Rider's latest act of destruction.]

Merriman is in the bar, seated once again at a table fairly near to the door leading out to the lake.

Not reading, or drinking tea, or doing much of anything but sitting and watching the patrons pass by. He happens to be wearing academical dress, but there is something in his expression that is very far removed from the lecture hall or the examination room.

[OOC: Not plot-locked, but please ping before tagging.]

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Barty meets Blodwen. They get on very well. He might help her, but he wants to know more first.]

bartyjr.livejournal.com

( Letter to Tom Riddle )

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

omg, it's Malcolm Crowe, in the bar after days and days. Or maybe he's been there all along and no one's noticed.

Anyway, he's here now, sipping scotch while sitting by the fireplace.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Eat. Sleep. Brood.

Such is the life of a poor, crazy madman like Eddie when trapped in a place like Milliways.

He's sitting at the bar, in his usual human disguise, sipping his drink, currently in the 'brood' stage.

Company is not unwelcome, just try not to be overly happy. Eddie's not in the best of moods.

theravenboy

[OOM: After Bran reclaimed his harp from the lake and went home, Bran and his da had a quiet holiday, and an interesting conversation.]

Harpsong winds through the front of Milliways. Owen Davies holds open the door so that Bran can go through first, and follows after. Both men are dressed in their Sunday best.

Bran goes immediately to the bar, where he receives a gift and a note. As he reads the note, his jaw tightens.

[ooc: Yes, they're both here. Please ping before tagging, though.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire prays.]

lightningbaron6.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to early yesterday morning, Zechs investigates a hunch. Warning for high levels of cute.]

lightningbaron6.livejournal.com

Zechs Merquise, sitting at a booth. He's wearing a white sweater and blue jeans, and he has a cup of Earl Grey sitting nearby, alongside a plate of thin, crispy, orange-flavoured tea biscuits. There's also a file folder pushed to one side.

He's still got his cast on, but the bruising on his face is almost completely faded and he doesn't seem to be moving quite so stiffly now.

He also looks decidedly happy.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

After the threads with Faith and Mel, there is a somewhat displeased Michael Guerin sitting at a table near the Bar.

Rath isn't too happy, either.

ways-lust.livejournal.com

There is a note left for Tom Riddle with Bar.

kitchen_maid

Amy is over by the fireplace, piecing together the skirt of a pale blue and gold dress.

She has a pot of tea and a plate of cookies, both of which she'd probably be happy to share.

Come say hello.

bunny-cula.livejournal.com

Bunnicula hops through the door tonight. He looks startled, but recognizes the place. Thinking a moment, he eventually decides to give it another chance and hops in, whiskers twitching.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

Petunia is at her usual table, knitting. Mun is headdesking over forgetting to mention the presents she left thus far, so it should be known that pretty much anyone she has spoken with more than once in Milliways recieved a tidily-wrapped parcel containing a hat, scarf, and mittens. *handwaves* Petunia was not as tardy about this as I, and she has tea; our attention shall return to her now.

an-abstract.livejournal.com

Serendipity enters the bar with a bounce in her step, an iPod clip attatched to her hip. It was something she'd spent her tips on after working the pole to make some extra cash on New Year's Eve.

She continues boogying down to a seat near the fireplace and sits down. Come bother her if you want to, she won't mind.