(no subject)

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Well, look at that.

Zoe's got an entrance post.

She's in a booth off to one side of the bar, cutting and eating slices from an apple with a thoughtful look on her face.

(no subject)

[deserved_it]

Eustace is at a table, glowering at a chess problem set up on a board in front of him.

Chess, at least, always has some sort of solution, if you work at it long enough.

Enterance Post

[heydol-merrydol.livejournal.com]

The door burst open and someone singing could be heard what sounded like to be random nonsense, but then the words became clear as a man came dancing through the door. Although we was not quite a man as you would normally think of, he was not quite tall enough to be called a man, and yet he was too heavy and large to be called something like a hobbit.

Hey dol! Merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!

And with that he stopped and looked around. This was not where he was planning on going, or where he should end up. This was not where he intended to be at all. Regardless, he seemed to remain happy.

"This is not where I was going. Tom is in a hurry and Goldberry is waiting!"

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

[Pre-Milliways: Sawyer leaves the island again... sort of. Just so you know, he isn't dead. Don't sweat it.]

Sawyer walks into the bar, shirtless and with his shoulder heavily bandaged. He looks around the bar a moment before registering where he is.

How the hell did he get here?

It doesn't matter. He bounds up the steps and reappears a few minutes later with a button-down shirt clumsily tossed on and clutching a certain stone. We walks to the door and yanks it open to step through.

(no subject)

[gavemea_45]

Sam found a crossword puzzle! How resourceful of him.

He's curled up in a booth, and it's sitting in front of him. At the moment it's about half-full; he's done the ones he knows, and the ones he can guess from the letters in their path, so now he's trying to make sense of the ones for which he hasn't a clue.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Sometime fairly soon after one bloodstained and painful entrance into the bar, there's another.

In this one, Random's in a remarkable less painful state.

But still rather dazed, and rather bloodstained.

And making for the bar because he needs scotch. And then home. Talk loudly, if you want him to hear you. He might not pick up on it the first time.

(no subject)

[but-i-will.livejournal.com]

Darla wanders downstairs and settles herself at the bar.

For once she actually isn't drinking blood, because she might be hoping for a willing dinner ... err, donor.

If that fails, she'll settle for conversation.

Or, you know, sex.

She's not terribly picky, no, but don't let that make you complacent. You've never seen her angry.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM1: Sawyer "comes home" to Claire.]
[OOM2:And then they catch up. Sort of.]

Notice!

[called_lioness]

Hanging from the board is a new sign.

Wanted

Two ladies in need of an asistant to alert others to their madness. Applicant must be able to ring a bell.

Referenses welcome, but not nesesary.

Payment shall be made in tea, so as to ward off madness.

Apply to Lucy or Amy.

entrance post

[toaster-spy.livejournal.com]

The door opened, a dark figure quickly slipped inside and flattened herself against the door, ear pressed to the wood carefully listening for any signs of her pursuers. Suddenly a sound from behind caught her attention and she turned.
“блядь” Irina Derevko muttered as she caught sight of the bar. Raising her voice slightly, she said “Where the Hell am I?”

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Double post: ex-terrorist and CSI in the bar (though not together, sitting at opposite ends of the room). Bother as you like.

(no subject)

[ardens-guard.livejournal.com]

OOM: Following this conversation from a couple of days ago, Julian and Random meet for the agreed fight. Millitimed to after Martin returns from Arden.

[OOC: Fight scene mostly faded and picked up at the end, so no real warnings necessary. Though if you're very squeamish, watch the very end. It's pretty mild though.]

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm slips down to the bar early in the morning and walks over to the bar.

"Bar, could you please see this letter safely to either Lysistrata or Caspian?"

With a *bamph!*, the letter disappears.

Smiling, Malcolm says, "Thank you," and heads back up to his room.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[Southdown Abbey, Day 2]

[OOM: In the morning, Kaylee finds Crowley in one of the abbey gardens, and makes a request of him.]

[OOM: That afternoon, Aziraphael seeks out Wash for matters angelic.]

[OOM: And later that evening, Crowley wanders across Prior Fell in the Southdown orchards.]

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Despite the early hour, and the fact that it had begun snowing again, Adric was outside practicing, he had actually aquired a target from Bar, which was better than using a fallen log anyway, he was hatless, and gloveless, but wrapped in the insanely long rainbow striped scarf, and had thick socks on inside his boots.

Despite the somewhat grim appearance, he'll probably be happy for company, and talk your ear off given half a chance

(at work now, but looks like it'll be a slow day, tagbacks may still be patchy however, but still tag away if you don't mind)

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Last night could have been loosely deemed mental preparation for the rescue. There will be some physical preparation today, but first Goldy needs some coffee and porridge to recover from all that mental preparation.

Looking a little less than alert in black cargo pants and a matching tank top, she sits herself down at the bar and musses a hand through tangles of damp treacled hair.

Monday evening can't come soon enough.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Gorlim instructs Namo in an important aspect of childcare. No applicable warnings.]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Magic and Ace drop by (accidentally) to see Ellie and Tonks.]

(no subject)

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir is lounging about a table near the window. Not the window. That one makes him nervous. This is a window that looks out towards the lake. He likes that view. It's all... wintery.

He is making paper stars.

If you come over, he'll probably give you one.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( Room 8: healing is a slow business, but it's always better when an angel is by your side )

(no subject)

[smith-jane-mrs.livejournal.com]

There was an assassin in the bar, not in the rafters where most people think to look for them, but down among the early afternoon crowd, at a table with a burger and fries and a shake.

She was peoplewatching as much as she was eating, because really that was just habit, sizing up who she could actually knock down in a mad rush to the door, should such an event need to occur.

Go ahead and talk to her though, she's personable, if a bit snarky.

(lunchtime post, got about twenty minutes, after that I am banished to the den of internet connectionlessness and may not return until late due to possibly going to a movie. If you don't mind slowtime, go ahead and tag, she needs to meet more people.)

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

Two Time Lords are in the bar, having a late breakfast.

Nothing odd about that.

Except for the part where they're really the same person.

Care to join them?

(no subject)

[atreides-ghani.livejournal.com]

Ghanima comes into the bar from the Imperial Palace on Arrakis. Milliways definitely isn't where she was going, but she's clearly pleased that it's where she ended up.

She heads to the bar and orders a spice coffee and (as always) a glass of ice water.

(no subject)

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Morte likes hanging around watching people. (Okay, mostly girls.) Or, if he's not watching, chatting. (With girls.)

But he was very bored today. He asked Bar for some entertainment.

Patrons of Milliways will be treated to the spectacle of a floating skull dropping a neon green Super-Bounce! (TM) ball and catching it with its teeth when the ball bounces up. Sometimes Morte waits a while before snapping it up. Sometimes he does it really quickly. Always, he manages to catch it.

Is this display confusing because skulls don't float? Is it amusing? Is it as pathetic as watching a dog play fetch by itself? Is it mildly diverting?

It's your call.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Kitt writes a long journal entry that sums up a great lot of the Knightmares plot in a very rambling and viewpoint-biased way. Warning for AI angst to a high degree.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Having been prodded into being a Sensible Person the other day, Ray makes his way down the stairs and writes out some notes.

The first is to ( Bernard )

The second is to ( Sir Alanna )

The next is to ( Lilly )

And one is to ( Moiraine Aes Sedai )

These are sealed up and given to the Bar for delivery. Before he turns to head back upstairs he adds a sign to the Message Board:

If you see this, and you are a friend or sibling of Danny Fenton's, please contact Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler, or Peter Venkman. There's been a problem.

He attaches small pictures to the notice, just in case, and then tacks it up and returns upstairs.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOMs (all taking place circa the events of The Unseen Queen and The Swarm War):

Tahiri and Zekk discuss Jacen's strange behavior while staying with the Iessi after the raid on Supply Depot Thrago. Cuddling ensues.

Jaina and Zekk comfort each other during the Battle of Tenupe.

Later on in the Battle of Tenupe, Jaina and Jag talk and try to shoot each other out of the skies.

After the war is over, Jaina commms Jag and reconciliation occurs. And a tentative date for the wedding is set.]




The door opens and in walk two Jedi, each carrying a small duffel bag. Jaina hands her bag over to Zekk and makes her way to the Bar to order two lomin ales. She places a couple of credit chips on Bar's surface before picking up the two glasses and joining Zekk at a nearby booth.

She sits next to him and leans her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Zekk, meanwhile, pulls out a datapad and starts to read something on it while Jaina rests.

The past few months have been filled with too much fighting and too many hard decisions. It's good to be back.

(no subject)

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((immediately after this, millitimed to last night since it was 4.30am by the time I gave up

A slightly worried looking Paige goes over and leaves a note for Dave

( For Dave Lister )

[Out of Milliways: Mel and Lilly's Suite]

[slayer_fray]

Reposted as slowtime just finished.

Millitimed to last Wednesday, Ace visits Mel in her suite, where she hears about the fight, and tells mel that Faith left.

And they're Ace and Mel about it all.

(no subject)

[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

The salesman, having claimed a table, has again taken to observing patrons. Silently noting their activities, their arrivals and departures, who they speak with, and who they seem to avoid.

Currently he's attempting to put canons together, though he does not know the term. His intention is to determine who comes from the same world as another, because that's the way to find business. He's not above playing enemies off of each other, if it will make him profit.
Of course this may not be clear to the casual observer, so feel free to stop by and make friendly conversation, or any sort really. He's generally accommodating.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Following another trip through Silent Hill, Milliways-style)

Max starts upright in her booth, looking around warily, her demeanor not unlike that of someone just awakening from a nightmare. After a moment, the familiarity of the bar, filled with people, sets in, and she settles back against the bench, some of the tension easing from her frame.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

There's a not-really-young-but-younger-looking man in the bar, hiding behind a newspaper.

If you're feeling adventurous, feel free to come ask Random why he's dropped a few years in age.

If not, just tell him not to light himself or the paper on fire with the cigarette he's smoking behind it.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mara flails in pain at hospital on Coruscant. Her niece, Jaina, comes to visit. Some angst, some bitchiness, and some smiles.]

(no subject)

[jediwarriorgirl.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Tenel Ka returns to Hapes from Ossus)

Tenel Ka opens the door and walks in. She looks surprised - she was expecting to find an empty guest room in her palace, not a bar. Her hand falls to her side, as if reaching for something hidden in her green gown. But then, after a few moments, she appears to slightly relax - only slightly.

She starts to move through the room, finally reaching the bar, and she sits down and asks for a glass of water while she watches and listens. She shields herself in the Force, as well as she is able, still not certain that this isn't some kind of elaborate trick. However, it was too unnecessarily complicated to be an assassination attempt. And could anyone possibly remodel a guest room into a bar... and smuggle all these beings in... in a week? She looks around the bar again, wondering if anyone familiar is there who can explain what is going on. She doesn't sense extreme danger, but doesn't feel quite safe, either.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

( Letter to Bernard )

( Letter to Tom Riddle )

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Raven-haired, pistol wielding, surprisingly happy ex-Peacekeeper bitch at a booth. She's poking a Burger with obvious interest, causing the fries to slide off the plate. This is what happens when you ask Bar to surprise you.

[OOC: It was too much to hope for that she wouldn't, then again she did bring Farscape season 4. So yes, fifteen minutes and then it's slowtime, will be back later tonight.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony and Audrey are seated at a booth, playing catch up. Tony knows Audrey's lost her memory of the bar. That doesn't bother him, as not that much happened between them when she was last here.

They were both open to be interrupted by anyone else who wanted to talk.

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is wandering by the fire. OK, perhaps pacing is a better word. She had fun recently and she's not entirely sure what to make of it.

Bother if you like. If nothing else, her skin looks pretty in the firelight, especially the diamonds.

Pinky's Entrance

[narfed-pinky.livejournal.com]

"Mhahahahahaha!" Pinky giggles, after pressing a big, shiny, red button on what look like to be a remote of some kind. "Shiny! Shiny! Shiny! Hahahahahaha!" He doesn't even notice that he isn't in his cage at Acme Labs anymore.

(no subject)

[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

Helga pushes the bar door open and frowns.

"Well really... this is quite rude, you know."

She slips into a booth and orders a bowl of soup, some bread and a glass of mulled wine from a wait-rat. In true Helga style, she can't stay mad for too long though.

(no subject)

[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

Rilian comes downstairs, detouring by the Bar to get tea, a sketchpad and a box containing a stick of charcoal, several different weights of pencils and a gum eraser. Smiling a little, he goes to one of the tables and flips the pad open, sipping his tea as he begins to draw.

(no subject)

[bentleytehbrain.livejournal.com]

Apparently, Bentley is taking Jason's advice. He's sitting out by the lake, with nothing to amuse himself with, not even a labtop. He appears to be staring at the pretty scenery, from the way his arms are.... wiggling a lever back and fourth?

"... I think my wheels are jammed."

Or maybe his wheels are just jammed. Care to help a turtle out?

[ooc; Mun is asking for slowtime because of dinner. :D;]

(no subject)

[part-fools.livejournal.com]

The young man that walks into the bar walks with a controlled, poised tread. Blonde hair, grey eyes, still wearing black from the death of his cousin two weeks ago.

On entering the bar he stops, pulling himself up short, and hand already on the hilt of his rapier, eyes darting around with the customary new arrival panic.

This isn't the inn Benvolio was expecting.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Ale. Half price.

And Garion's lounging behind the bar. He looks a little bit bored, if not lethargic. But there's a smile on his face, so it's probably a good sort of lethargy, the kind that occurs from spending a good part of the morning and afternoon with your beautiful wife in bed.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

A slightly shaky and paler-than-normal tree god sits in a booth, eating apple pie with plenty of whipped cream.

It's hearty.

Entrance

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a loud, bolsterous fatman in the bar, and no he's not Zim of Invader Zim doing his "Santa Claus" Act (give the mun a break-it's what she's watching.) Sporting a Fedora and a Rather oustentatious tie, he's yelling out the door at a taxicab.

"Yeah fella? SAME TO YOU YOU SONOFFA-"

The last part is obscured by the sound of a rather loud and obnoxious horn. The kind you would hear from a 1930s car.
Carl, disgusted, removes his coat and looks about flabbergasted at the idea that there isn't a coat rack by the door-but he shrugs it off.

Striding to the bar, he slams a fist on the wood, "Hey-Bartender! Jack Daniels! onna rocks!"

Someone, please, tell Carl he's not in Kansas anymore?

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Liz goes home, and doesn't say anything.))

There is an artist sitting with her back to the observation window. She's drawing, idly -- doodling, really. Even Liz Imbrie's doodles are good.

Be nice. Pay her a compliment. She could use one.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

For the first time in several months, Sheppard can be found walking into the bar, rather than just sitting around and staring at where the door should be. After his time being Bound, though, he's not so happy to find himself in Milliways again.

Muttering a string of curses to himself, Sheppard stalks over to the Bar, glaring down at the surface. "Fifteen minutes in Atlantis. That's all I spent there after we got away from that hiveship, and now I'm here again? What's the deal?"

A bag of turkey feed appears on the counter, and Sheppard scowls. "As soon as I can, I'm taking them to the mainland..." He shakes his head, still looking irked. "Look, while I'm here, could you at least get me a beer?" Sure enough a beer appears, and Sheppard sits down, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the door is still there. He doesn't want to be Bound again.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

A snow-coated pup comes bounding into the bar from the back door, a shortish, equally snow-dusted pyro following behind. The hours of play seem to have done nothing to tamp down Magic's energy, but Ace looks like she could use a nap, or several cups of tea. She's seriously beginning to think about a treadmill for this dog. Both head for the Bar, for something warm after so much cold.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

Angelina is sitting by the fire with a Butterbeer, cookies, and a magazine. Come say hi?

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Slytherin wizard in the bar.
Got some dinner.
and some books, but currently people watching.
(And mun's got shiinies. New icons! ooh!)

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina is lounging quite comfortably in a booth. A glass of read wine and a piece of chocolate cake are sitting in front of her. She's people watching, and probably not in the entirely healthy way, for the people she's watching that is.

Come tell her she's staring. Or just to poke her.

(no subject)

[eyesxonly.livejournal.com]

Blond reporter sitting in a booth. He's reading a book that looks pretty thick, but also like recreational reading. He also has a plate of fries that are slowly disappearing as he makes his way through the book.

Come ask him what he's reading. Or steal some fries.

(no subject)

[undergnd-leader.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

There's a man shouldering his way through the door, in his arms a stack of books that rivals the leaning tower of Pisa-or at least it would if the tower hadn't been destroyed ages ago.

"Hello? Someone? can anyone give me a hand with this?"

In attempting to shift the books to another shoulder he drops them and they go scattering across the bar.

When Jurgen has a clear view of the bar his eyes go very, very wide.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

( Letter to David Talbot )

( Letter to Sir Alanna of Trebond )

( Letter to Ray Stantz )

(no subject)

[x5-599.livejournal.com]

There is a rather sickly-looking young man sitting in a booth, sipping a cup of tea. There's a bowl of soup, half eaten, on the table in front of him. He's watching the bar with the wary expression of one half expecting to be ambushed.

(no subject)

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

You know what Minako says? "An open umbrella lets you live until you're twenty!"

In other words, time for a drink! Pretty soldier girl in a very short skirt seated at the bar with a hard earned sake bottle. She might even be singing a jaunty tune, too.

"Repeated for thousands of years,
love is a mysterious war..."





[OOC: Slowtimes are welcome, and I might disappear at any time. Early classes, blah!]

Dr. Jean is on the scene! (Arrival, yo.)

[medicine-bird.livejournal.com]

She'd known as she stepped off of the Blackbird that there was no coming back.

She'd made her decision, made her goodbyes, and made sure that they (Scott.) couldn't stop her. She'd gotten them out. She'd resigned herself to death, melodramatic as that sounded. No greater love and everything like it in history and fiction.

Drowning wasn't such a bad way to go, in the scheme of things, and the force of the water would likely knock her unconscious first. No, not a bad way to go at all.

And so she let it take her, let the false flame of her powers battle the rushing waters. Closed her eyes and let herself go--

--and opened her eyes to a bar?

There's a drenched and disoriented redhead in leather and kevlar who's just tumbled through the door, a generous splash of icy water accompanying. Someone care to get her a towel?

look, another entrance post

[dnaromantic.livejournal.com]

Another case, another couple of sleepless nights, another cart full of coffee, another Grissom Surprise in the refridgerator.

But now: processed hair follicles!

They're for Nick, who is probably in the garage, and Greg is Not A Patient Man. When Nick doesn't answer his page, he gets up, opens the CSI garage door, and ...

"Whoah. Someone redecorated and didn't tell me."

(no subject)

[heydol-merrydol.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a man comes bursting into the bar, dancing and hopping his way around the bar. The man was also singing, but the best that could be made out were many a "Hey dol!" and "Merry dol!". His face had a smile like no other small, his cheeks were as red as a ripe apple and his face a thousand wrinkles of laughter.

Tom Bombadil has returned.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

For the past hour or so, Faith's been coming and going through the front doors, carrying large boxes, sharp weapons, and small pieces of furniture.

Somebody's moving house. Feel free to stop her and ask why.

(no subject)

[withrocksin]

(Out of Milliways: Strange things are afoot at Unseen University. Mind the verylightbluetext.)

It's been a while since Imp came to the bar. But he found something while he was digging through a box the other day, and thought maybe if he came back to where he got it, he might find some answers.
Bee There or Be A Rectangular Squar Thynge
So: Musician at a table, with a jar of soaked dwarf bread, and today's mystery object. It's a bundle of cloth - a short-sleeved shirt, on closer inspection, with something written on it. What could be so puzzling about that?

OOM: The Past

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

OOM #7: A Matter of Trust

[ooc: Darien's past...someone's 'future']

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack is at a table, with a steak dinner and a glass of wine. What? His family was rich. He has high standards for dinner.

(no subject)

[child_like_vampire]

Claudia is seated at the bar.

A glass (her third tonight) half-drained in front of her as she sketches on paper.

Death, she has decided, is boring.

The little vampire misses David, and she desperately misses her Louis, even if they had been estranged some before her end came. She is adorably sweet looking, sitting there in her vibrant dress, long blond curls free around her face and back. Innocence personified, really. Care to speak to the child?

(no subject)

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo comes into Milliways pulling on gloves and a long black coat. He hasn't seen Mary since the infirmary, and someone has to take care of the flowers in the greenhouse. He grabs a watering can from the bar, since he's not sure if the other is still welded to the floor of said greenhouse.

Opening the door to the lake-side, Duo gives a tight little grin at the sight of the house from the sky before stepping outside.

Stop him inside, outside, or at the greenhouse. He's in a good, and therefore chatty, mood.

She said, "Hello, hey Joe. You wanna give it a go, oh?"

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

Satine. Red dress. High heels. Empty seat nearby.

Keep a girl company?

The Dark Lord rides in force tonight

[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

On rare occasions, the Door brings some rather unsavory individuals into the bar.

This is one of them. This unsavory individual took the form of a tall woman with rather short, dark hair in a light blue houserobe over a white dressing gown, calmly sipping a cup of tea. A pile of complex technical documents lie open on a folder in front of her. Studying them meticulously, Mesaana of the Forsaken spends a quiet evening as she is snatched from her home in her pyjamas as often occurs. Calculating, sidelong glances from her icy blue eyes occur at regular intervals.

One ought to be quite careful about bothering the regal looking woman in her pyjamas and house slippers. She only looks innocuous.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: In the office, Bianca briefs Alanna on Claudia. Alanna then releases Zack, locks up Ramon and talks to Sonia. Also included is a note to security. Sonia thread is slowtimed.]

OOM: A nightmare...

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Up in Darien and Charlie's room...

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy got an ultimatum last night. Stay in Milliways and rest a few days (and by that Guppy I mean a week or at least six days") or get his ass reported.

So he's here.

In fact he's outside, running through some of the stuff he learnt in the martial arts lessons his friends have got him subscribed to. Now he's doing two types, he's starting to improve a bit.

He's not that good. But it's getting rid of a bit of pent-up frustration.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard, in the bar.

Usual table.

Tequila on the right.

Sketchbook on the left.

He had to get out of the house. Fleur and 'Dora were talking about his prowess... in the kitchen. He thinks.

Anyway.

Have at.

Exit.

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

John Preston's checking his watch, hoping to run into either Partridge or Mary-but nothing.

A foot hits a book on the floor and Preston frowns, picking it up. It's a copy of Father's Manifesto, the rules and regulations that libria lives by...

Shaking his head, he twists away, carrying the book under one arm. He wishes Jurgen could be here but now-

Now? Who was it?
A shiver passed through him as he went to the door, turning the handle and ending up back in his own livingroom.

Never mind the worry about the place still standing.

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

Merriman enters the bar from the door leading out to the lake. After inspecting the greenhouse -- and the other house -- for the time being he's willing to chalk up what happened on Twelfth Night to the fact that Milliways is a strange place. At least, that's the polite way of putting it.

He still looks rather tired from the events of a few days before, but no more so than if he'd had a sleepless night or two. And for that reason, it is clearly time for a nice cup of tea and a sit-down.


[OOC: Once again, please ping before tagging so the mun may get to bed at a reasonable hour? ^_^]

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

OOM: A life ends...

The door doesn't open so much as disappear, and a man falls through, landing heavily on the floor. He's wearing a labcoat, and that, the clothes underneath and his face are heavily bloodstained.

He doesn't appear to be wounded, though, just in shock.

The place where the door was seals over behind him.

(no subject)

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Egon is sitting at a table again, still poring over a thick book and making notes. A cup of something is sitting next to him, lacking any form of heat rising from it.

He's also muttering to himself in Hebrew from time to time, and makes a gesture every so often. This may or may not be a good thing.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's over by the fireplace, with hot chocolate. It's winter - where else would he be?
Also, it seems to be one of those days where he doesn't so much care that the Giant Sweatshirt looks rather silly with a skirt.
Come bother him. And mind the fuzzy gender line, if you don't already know better.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Fleur pays a visit to Tonks, complete with ice cream and not!wine. There is much giggling and appreciation of redheads. Yes.]

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After talking to her father, Kim visits Behrooz. Angst, attempts at comfort, and brief channeling incident.]

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[h-constant.livejournal.com]

Who could say when the woman at the bar had appeared there? Perhaps she'd been walking the hallways upstairs, or perhaps she'd been sitting at a booth for quite some time. But now, she sat at the bar, and her back was turned to the door doorthatlookedlikedreams and there she remained, sipping at a cup of tea. Her eyes looked at nothing everything specifically, and her mind seemed to be in many more places than here.

Because it was odd that something so large as a bar full of people had been swapped - where was the deficit - no this wasn't a swap this was a new

newnew

dream.

Interesting.

[Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's Suite]

[slayer_fray]

( We need to talk )

[Millitimed to Friday Night, Mel and Mike have a discussion of recent events.]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in one of the armchairs near the fire with a cup of tea and a book. He'd love to chat.

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[bedside-manners.livejournal.com]

One dead doctor in the bar sitting at a table and sipping a coffee. There is a book placed off to the side which Bar had given to her along with her drink. Not something that she normally reads, Janet glances at it every so often wondering if Bar is trying to tell her something. Either that or there is a joke that she's missing out on.

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[cellist-dana.livejournal.com]

An accord had been reached with the Venkmans. Peter was currently resting, while Dana decided to stop by downstairs.
She eyed the piano thoughtfully. No, it was getting more difficult these days with the large tummy. Pregnancy was increasingly obvious, though it seem to have slowed down some. She hoped that meant the baby would be ok though.
She had some warm milk with a bit of chocolate in it to sip, and she quietly observed the bar.

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

[OOM: "This is Harold Emery Lauder speaking. I do this of my own free will."]

"Tornado!" Tom shouted, his face contorted with fear. "There's a tornado coming!"

M-O-O-N, that spells twister, Nick thinks dazedly, and blinks in the dark.

Don't close the door, Tom. There's someone down here.

But the perfect blackness doesn't fade, and Nick wonders if perhaps that flash hadn't rendered him blind now, as well as deaf and dumb, but then he blinks again and realizes that it isn't really that dark, not a tarry blackness, but a dimming gray that resolutes itself into a door.

Tom! he thinks, angrily. I told you not to close that damn door!

So he reaches forward, and opens it. But the place he sees is not the living room, and the people there are not the member of the Boulder Free Zone.

And out the smooth sweep of glass that makes up a viewing window, Nick Andros sees something he's never seen in all his life.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon's in the bar, sitting at the table nearest the office door. He's about to go into the cells voluntarily for a couple of nights - no, he can barely remember why it's necessary either, but he'd thought it was a good idea at one time - so if anyone wants to talk to him, now's the time.

Oh yeah, and if you're his boyfriend? You should probably find out about this before he goes in...