milliways_bar | Jan. 12th, 2006

Jan. 12th, 2006

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

In the darkest, most secluded booth, if you are looking very carefully, you might spot a familiar figure. She's looking at something clasped within her hands and not paying the slightest bit of attention to the rest of the Bar. There's a good chance that she's feeling melancholy.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Here's Anthy, tucked inconspicuously away in a corner booth.

She's not doing much beyond sipping her tea, and her smile is fixed, if you look closely enough.

Yeah, she's great company.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

[ OOM: A late night encounter between Jack and Satine.

Warning for gratuitous shirtless icons. Also, this is all Adiva's fault. ]

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna and Thom. News flash! Stop the presses! Film at eleven! The twins actually talk.]

the_lioness

No one ever accused Alanna of being a good correspondent. At some point after leaving the infirmary, she leaves the following notes with Bar:

( For friends of Rachel Grey )

( For Bianca )

( For friends of Goldilocks )

It's only then that she lets herself wonder about Mel.

undignified

Wes in the bar. At the Bar. Drinking.

Hey, don't look so surprised. He's a pilot.

He might've drunk too much, and that might be his fourth glass of Whyren's, but he's got Oreos (literal ones) and you know you like Oreos.

So bug him.

cardboard-tube.livejournal.com

His mun shouldn't, because his mun is a tiny little bit drunk and probably won't finish threads before crashing, but--

Gabe, at the end of the Bar, munching on chicken wings as he plays some Pokemon on his DS.

He might look round every so often (gotta keep an eye out for Spiderman, y'know), so if you're a recognisable pup and canon-punctured (or with no disinclination towards it), feel free to have him staring at you.

Also, he is most definitely not considering buying an Apple computer at all.

beautybeloved.livejournal.com

One Norse god of beauty, at a table with mead and working a chain of flowers.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Sitting in front of the fire she is staring into the flames. Her mind clouded with so many thoughts, priorities, and worries. WIth coffee in hand and a briefcase by her feet she is trying to plan her next move. The problem is that she isn't sure for what.

So there is a beautiful woman sitting by herself. Come distract, maybe she can get into more trouble. Come on it'll be fun.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Out over the lake, there is a form moving.

Clad in his usual white, Magius flies, finding release of emotion in this purely physical and magical expression of his power. Discovering a friend is back but in severe distress still is enough to make him want to find those responsible and hurt them. But being who he is, he instead seeks out this, a way to release that anger, dispell that pain.

He drives himself to fly fast, moving in deep turns and sharp moves, pushing the limits of the spell to it's Nth degree, and pushing himself, as well.

So, Magius, flying, out back.

oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com

Prue Halliwell hasn't been here long but it is already shaping up to enot much different then when she was alive.

So sitting in a booth with coffee this dead witch is writing in a book glancing up every so often as she tries to remember something. Would someone care to distract this workaholic?

Please she can be rather pleasent once you get past her distrusting nature.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Still wearing yesterday's clothes, although a little sleep-rumpled now, Alex wanders in from the House of Arch and gets breakfast from the Bar, curling up in a booth to pick at his toast.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

In a booth, there is a witch.

And that witch is working on somethng.

Something that involves mutters of 'alternate worlds' and 'layers of reality'.

The page is a mess, too.

Feel free to ask, althought it gives the mun a headache to think about it.

venusadept_2

Felix is out in the open today, and calmer than before. He's attempting to draw a picture of his group from Weyard. Unfortunately it seems he's far better at drawing maps than people.

inquisitivehero

Doctor Hank McCoy, MD, and holder of too many doctorates, walks out slowly from the Infirmary to the Bar. It has been hours since he last emerged. He has been working all night and most of the morning, first in surgery, then on stabilization, then on formulating treatment plans for the coming months.

He is tired but also alert and as he makes his way to the Bar to get a breakfast plate and coffee, he glances around, looking for friends, both his and Rachel's.

((ooc: feel free to Tag. He will only be out here a short time, game time, but millitime is wonderful and pings will be accepted late and assumed to be timed during his short trip outward and back))

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

The French dandy, (What do you mean we have more than one?) is at the bar today, with breakfast. Or maybe it's dinner. Bah, same difference, really.
Alright, Montparnasse is at the bar, distracted by his thoughts. This probably means bad news for someone. All the more reason to come poke, right?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

[After This yesterday]

Rolling over in one's sleep is not a healthy thing to do when your back's been wounded. Preston, groggy, and a definate shade of green comes down to bar dressed in-the most comfortable clothing he can manage. Difficult getting dressed and all that.

He manages to make it to a booth, flagging down a rat and ordering some green tea and Miso. He's debating solid food.

He'd welcome some company.

wyl-waykeeper.livejournal.com

Over the lake, a long, mournful wolf's howl sounds. A wolf's -- or something like enough to be mistaken for one, and understood by wolves.

**Moonshade...**

Just inside the edge of the woods -- never nearer -- a fur-cloaked figure sits astride a large grey wolf. Though no larger than a 4-year-old child, his chin is bearded, his eyes are old. His head is bowed, lips twisted into a grimace beneath the hood. For days he's run and ridden; and then, giving up on finding a way to leave the bar grounds, has sustained himself and his bond-wolf on the demon rabbits.

But it is winter, and even demon rabbits grow scarce when the cold comes.

All of his life he has lived like a wolf. That is the Way, and that is right. But he does not now want to die like a wolf, starved and frozen when there is food to be had if he would only reach for it. Human food. Human and... other things, far stranger, more magical.

He is afraid, but he is desperate. He makes the choice.

A silent command, and the wolf disappears. He would find a place to hide and await his elf-friend's call. Meanwhile Strongbow, his hand on the hilt of his dagger, dares for the first time to approach the door, to enter it, and at last stands huddled in a shadowed corner, warming himself and taking in his surroundings as inconspicuously as possible.

[ooc: No plot locks apply, but please ping Venbadger before tagging. Character has an intense dislike for anything that appears human, distrust of anything that is not elf or wolf, and may be prone to violence if upset. "Tiny-but-lethal" warnings apply.]

door-2-door.livejournal.com

If one were observing the bar this morning, they might notice The Salesman is around, as usual. He's not at a table, however. ~~If only because the mun just finished moving far too much computer equipment and wants to relax.~~ So instead, he's sitting in a chair by the fire, with a newspaper again.
He's not reading the comics, though he should, because it's an old paper and the stories are all familiar. -But at least he got a mention. ...Well, not him specifically, but the job, you know?
Ah screw it, no more digression.

Man, chair, paper, and best not to forget the coffee.

red_notebooks

[OOM: Jarod's been a little busy since he was last in the bar...

He had to step in as a one-armed safe-cracker to save a kid and he worked Urban Search and Rescue in Spoke, WA to find out why some guy committed suicide]

Now, a fashion photographer walks into a bar wearing sunglasses and carrying a camera.

The goatee is fashionable, don't you think? The clothes? They are shiny.

[ooc: mun, however, is at work and replies may be slow]

Current Mood: working

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down from upstairs, his holocomputer under one arm and a copy of How To Be Your Dog's Best Friend by the Monks of New Skete under the other. Today is, he hopes, going to be just the tiniest bit simpler to deal with than the days before.

Perhaps there will be new people today. The Ghostbuster could deal with that.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mark is really stupid in the face of the music. Then, later, Mark makes a realization. First OOM is raded D for drug implications and language. Second rated G for geekery. (in other words, nothing to warn for)]

The door flies open, and Mark strides in wearing his normal clothing and a determination in his eyes. Something has other plans, though. It can't be chased off that easily.
What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy
Oh, no. We can't have this. Not at all. Just... relax, Mark, darling boy. You know that's not what you want to do. Now, about that idea of yours. Broadway, wasn't it?
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same. When temptation calls, we just slip away
Mark blinks. "Oh, crap. What am I doing standing around? I have a musical to write."
They'll soon forget, because it won't take much to show that my life ain't over yet.
He disappears, upstairs, and before long, returns, in a suit and tie, with a guitar, a pile of paper, and a pile of staff paper. He does have a musical to write. Alas, however, the contents of his bag were forgotten upstairs.

[ooc: Needless to say, Mark has quite a few rocks in. Catchable if you want, (ping at quiverby on AIM) Otherwise, just stare.]

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Elsewhere in the bar, Alex goes completely white and, after a moment, stands up, heading outside to find Nick.

It seems logical.

lvpd_sidle

Two CSIs inna bar. One, holding a squirming baby, has been doing his best to make the other smile.

He gets bonus points for not offering grasshoppers.

[ooc: Tag either or both.]

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was still in the same booth he'd been inhabiting for the past few days, once again he was eating really just to stop his hands from shaking so he could keep writing.
In the beginning I believed in Love and things
He had a small stack of notebooks beside him, well, two small stacks really, one stack was the notebooks that he'd already filled with his scribblings, all lyrics at that point.
It happened like a Hurricane
The other stack was the empty ones, and in between, was Clive, half-filled notebook open in front of him, scribbling away almost frantically, the music was riding him hard
I could never really tell you what this did to me
He was sort of keeping an eye out for people who he could give lyrics to, to make them heard

(Clive very much With Rocks In, unpingable, due to being at work, but it's easy enough to let me know if you wanna catch. If not, fret at him, or ignore him, he's used to both. ~~Also, lunch, 'bout fifteen minutes solid, after that~~ and we're into patchy, tag away, if you like.)

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max wanders in from outside, brushing a few flakes of snow from her hair as she goes. She hadn't really been dressed for the weather - jeans and a t-shirt don't quite provide warmth. She doesn't seem to have noticed the chill, though.

She makes a stop at the bar, ordering a cup of coffee and a bowl of strawberries, before claiming a table situated perfectly for people-watching. She might seem a little more edgy than normal, but other than that, her mood of the night before seems to have vanished.

Feel free to bother the X5, she probably won't bite too hard.

the_lioness

[OOM: In the stables, Alanna tells Adam about what happened with Rachel and Thom. Millitimed to last night.]

withrocksin

Musician inna bar, still over by the piano, still with a guitar.
You got the music in you
Even the mun's not sure whether he's been upstairs or anything, despite yesterday's lack of entrance post.
Sing, sing, while you know you're still living
At any rate, he's still playing.
Care to stop and listen for a while?

(OOC: Have been drafted to help the mother grade exams, so tags will be a bit spotty. Am here, however, for all your plottish needs.)

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack is on a mission. Two, in fact:

Mission #1:
Find a magic user for Carl. He has been acting strange; I think he is under a spell.

Mission #2:
Find some way to leave the bar for a day. Would ask Carl; acting too strange. Try to coax Bar.

Having written these into his notebook, he taps one of the pencils Carl gave him on the table, thinking.

Current Mood: determined

prydeful

There is a VERY HEROIC dragon in the bar.

Attempting to find someone who's abandoned his or her alcohol behind, so he can finish it.
Also steal underwear. TO MAKE A NEST OF LURVE.
Stupid human. So uptight.

You set a room on fire ONE TIME, and you're never allowed to forget it.

iustus_rex

[OOM: Letters in the House of Arch]

jack_inthegreen

Jack has been resting a great deal since Twelfth Night, but he feels mostly like himself, finally. Sitting out by the Sheila-willow has helped (even in the snow), and now it's time for some coffee and apple pie and hanging out with his family.

Hungry? The apples are fresh.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin comes downstairs and heads to the Bar for some of his "med student coffee" as Darien insists on calling it.

That acquired, he looks around the room for Hank McCoy.

He has a promise to keep to his brother.

(Anyone is welcome to tag, though.)

faintsoncue.livejournal.com

It's been a long long time since the soprano enterred the bar. Maybe the Landlord has serious, important reasons for this. Maybe the mun just sucks.

Maybe she sucks so much that she made an icon for Pantoways! and never got around to using it.

Maybe she doesn't care, and is using it anyway.

Because when Christine steps gracefully into the bar, blinking in astonishment, she is indeed wearing a dazzling white dress that might have come straight out of the ball scene from a particular pantomime. On the other hand, she wears dresses like this all the time anyway.

It looks wonderful on her, by the way.

gavemea_45

Looks like someone fell asleep in a booth last night.

He's still asleep, in fact! Jacket folded up neatly under his head, Sam is stretched out on one of the benches, his legs creeping up the wall so he's bent at the waist.

Whether or not he's snoring (and you'd have to ask Dean, because Jess certainly isn't talking) he's surprisingly comfortable.

firewitandhate.livejournal.com

Loki is just lounging around, smiling to himself. He's been watching all the various people taken over by music, and they amuse him.

If you're trying to find out what's happening, he just might tell you. Then again, he might not.

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

Jack-of-the-Frost.

Yes, that can all be one word. He's curled in a booth, happily engaged.

Someone has introduced him to the joy of icecream.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

The door opens and Norrington comes in, hatless and looking tired, as usual.

guppy_sandhu

There is Guppy watching the fire.

Subconsciously he fiddles with a silver bangle around his wrist, his hands red and sore.

[ooc: ~~Mun -> dinner.~~ Back but slow~~later~~]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie, at some point when he's not in the infirmary visiting Rachel, is in the bar. He has his tea as usual, and he's watching the crowd, as his position demands. If there is any trouble, hopefully he'll be able to deal with it.

Come talk to him in the mean time.

noattachments

[OOM: Jack agrees to go climb with Kate.]

Not too long after the OOM, the door opens and Kate walks through, not paying all that much attention to her surrounding. Because of that, it takes her a few moments to realize that she's not in a cave anymore, but back in Milliways.

She lets out a small sigh of relief (Jack can't be back yet, right?) and walks over to the bar. Kate sits on a bar stool and rests her head on one hand, staring at the beer bottle that has just appeared on the bar's surface.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

At a table in the middle of the bar is a man with a guitar. Staff paper and regular paper are piled around him, as he scribbles madly at them. He's wearing a suit, somewhat badly fitting, and humming to himself.

Perhaps you should ask him what's up. Especially if you know him. Mark Cohen doesn't have his camera.

[ooc: Do I have to keep saying it? Mark has Rocks In. Let me know if you want the music bug, otherwise, tag away.]

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

The door creaks open and Mara Jade Skywalker shuffles into the bar.

She looks healthier, the deep circles gone from under her eyes, her arm's not bleeding, and she's not dazed and wincing with each step. Just every other step. Physical therapy's a bitch.

She sits, carefully, in a booth and orders some elba water. It's all she can trust to keep down at the moment...her medicines playing games with her body.

Come and talk, nicely.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

[[ A vampire is rescued from Doom. But the end is not in sight. ]]

hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com

Ladies and Gentlemen, CARL DENHAM.

In the bar. With Another rather large sign
And a weathering eye kept out for certain individuals.

The sign. In big letters reads-

OPEN CASTING

AS-yet-UNTITLED MUSICAL PRODUCTION.

COHEN AND DENHAM PRODUCTION

(Only Fair.)

He's humming a tune by a man who's at least twenty years away from broadway (His name would be brooks? books? Mel something-or-other) And tapping his feet to the beat.

Semi Cast-List
Viola-Maureen-something? Ask Mark Cohen.
Sebastian-Mark Cohen
Olivia-Christine (Last name unknown?)
Antonio-
Maria-Catherine Willows
Duke Orisino-Spike (Last name unknown?)
Malvolio-
Valentine-
Fabian-
Feste-
Priest-
Sir Toby-
Sir Andrew

Expect changes. Expect revisions. See Carl Denham about either/or. Warning: thismusicalisneverreallybeingputintoproduction. Itisjustforplotwithrocksinit. thankyouverymuch

[Carl. ROCKS. Tag if you want to catch it, gawk and wonder, or genuinely want to be in show.]

slayer_fray

When Mel first came into the bar, wielding her scythe vicously, she was in the middle of a fight. A little beaten, but nothing too major. And she recovered quickly enough from the shock of being in a tav with long dead Slayers.

The second time she came in through the front door, she hurtled through the bar with a broken arm and a knife in her leg, and landed on her nose in a bloody heap in the middle of the floor. The injuries took some time to heal, but she managed, and was soon laughing with her friends.

Murphy McManus carried Mel in after the Timwar, unconscious and broken and bleeding from four bullet wounds.

The fourth time, Mel twirled in locked in a dance with half a dozen lurks, whom she dusted within second of arriving. She suffered superfical scrapes and a dislocated shoulder, but had been buzzing from the thrill of the chase, the hunt, closing the net down, and the most productive forty eight hours in her life.

She came back from Hell, bloody and unconsicous, in the arms of her vampiric brother, and had to be magically healed for the first time in her life, due to demonic poison in a woud that just wouldn't heal naturally.

Melaka Fray? Has a thing for dramatic entrances.

So while it might be promising when the door flies back on its hinges as if it had been kicked open, it's probably relatively disappointing when Mel falls through at waist height, feet first, Security badge in hand, and lands on her feet with all the casual grace of someone dismounting a playground slide.

Her clothes might be splattered with blood, but it's not hers. Standing up straight, she runs a hand through her hair, removing the loosened throwing knives and shaking it free, all the while scanning the bar with a business like expression.

As far as entrances go, physically, she hasn't looked better.

Psychologically, she hasn't been worse.

[OOC: Wrote this when I should've been working, am now fleeing. Tag away by all means, and I'll pick up tags when I get home.]

air-scooting.livejournal.com

"WHOOPS!"

Almost literally flying down the stairs was the cheerful wee monk; he had formed himself a ball of air under himself, controlling the wind in such a way that he was essentially using it was a 'scooter', rolling along and zooming around Milliways and coming close to bumping into people -- but managed not to do so. In the meantime? The boy was caught into a bout of gigglefits and enjoying himself.

Leaping off the spinning ball of wind, Aang landed on a chair on the very tippy-tip of his foot, then held out his hands, as if to say 'ta-dah!'

Really, he meant to almost bump into people!

futures_of_ash

[For those who are concerned...Rachel is awake in the infirmary, visitors are welcome, though be warned she's not exactly stable.]

95-tan.livejournal.com

So... yotsu-me no yoru ni
So... On the fourth night
The stage lights up.
nami no ko wa kishibe ni shibuki wo ageru
the children of the wave spray the shore
She's there, beaming, microphone in hand.

The music starts again- a bit darker, sultrier than the last things she's done. She starts to dance.

( And sings... )

She bows, smiling at the newest accomplishment.
Sound Life...

[OOP: Yup, more WRIplot. Feel free to catch it, if you need. Or just stare, if not.]
[Revenge of the OOP: Out of town friend appears! Emergency slowtime procedures implemented!]

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: "Mirai no EVE," Avenger ending theme

mnt_mike

[OOM: Suite 134

Mel comes home.
or
Why it just doesn't pay to be a Fanboy in Milliways.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

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

Well, this one's in the bar, in a booth, looking smug and drinking scotch.

Heavy emphasis on the smug.

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

[OOMs: The Killik conflict from a Chiss perspective, the Battle of Tenupe and a chat with Jaina.]

The door slides open and a grim pilot enters the Bar.

His left arm is encased in a hard plaster cast and a sling. If anyone asks, he probably won't admit how he got it-- hot-shot pilots rarely like to talk about getting shot out of the sky by their fiancee's mother.

Jag's a bit surprised to be here, as he had been heading for Wyn's room to see if she was up for a game of dejarik.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela hasn't been downstairs in a while. She's gotten a book from Bar and is reading it with interest.

She looks better than she has. She's been staying with her mother for a few days and it's helped a lot. So she's in a pretty good mood and wouldn't mind company.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco's in the bar. He is wearing robes, but these seem a bit different. Still black, in fact more black than usual. Also more leathery, and tighter fitting. Hmmm...
How you turned my world, you precious thing...
The wizard seems to be seeing things in a new light.
He's also humming at times, occasionally singing vocalizations.

(ooc: Warning, danger Will Robinson, or Milliwaysers, this is Draco With Rocks In. Might be risk of infection, or not. Depending whether you want your pup to be so, or just observe.)

Current Music: "Changes" by David Bowie

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio loves the stables, loves the smell of them and the soft sounds that the horses make. Today, he's draped over the pile of hay-bales towards the back of the stables, chewing a mint leaf with his eyes fixed on the middle distance. He probably won't go out of his way to attract attention.

He's not averse to company, though.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Darien walks down, a smile on his face. His hair is all out of sorts (very unlike him) and his clothing looks like he put them on in the dark (very Darien; his mun is convinced that he bought most of his clothes in the dark), but he's holding onto Charlie's hand as he trots down and looking for Kevin.

There's a little business he has to take care of.

terror-soars.livejournal.com

Some things are the same throughout many universes. Playing quarters in a bar is one of them.

Terrorsaur is sitting at a table, playing against himself. Mostly he simply drops the quarter into his glowing blue drink and slings it back.

Yeah, it's cheating. But will anyone stop this monstrous evil?

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is lounging by the fire, on a couch. She's got another book that she's reading. As well as another glass of wine balanced on her leg. Even lounging on the couch reading, she can pull off the preditor look well.

Come poke the werewolf.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> January 12th, 2006: The Rehab

[OOM: Bed-ridden Goldilocks gets a concerned visit from Red, which degenerates into ass-biting lewdness and results in a Talking To from Hank. Later, the Salesman discovers the lab and asks too many questions for his own good. Kitty drops by after that, and dragon-related banter ensues. Finally, before Rachel wakes, Arithon takes a break from his minding and exchanges introductory chatter with the other patient (slowtime).]

clumsy_auror

This afternoon, Tonks caught herself calculating the number of hours she was past her due date, and decided enough was enough.

Sulking never made a baby come faster.

Unfortunately.

So now, she's at one of the tables, working on book of logic puzzles she found in Bernard's nightstand. It's pleasantly distracting.

As is the piece of pumpkin cheesecake she's working on.

the_lioness

*After a long ride and tack cleaning session, Alanna enters through the back door and moves quickly to the bar. She orders dinner and looks around, fingers drumming on her thigh.

It's probably best for everyone involved that she has not yet been back to her room.*

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack is still here, this time by the fire, and of course, he's still thinking.

Please draw him out of his thoughts.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Because it's been a while since both have talked to each other and because the mun wanted to use this icon ~~blame Behrooz-mun~~ Chris and Ryan are both in the bar. They're sitting together at a booth, after dinner.

Talk to one or both.

gone_byebye

There's a shift of guard duty ahead of him, so Ray is having dinner now, and loading up on coffee just in case.

Doesn't mean the Ghostbuster isn't sociable, though.

the_antiangst

Angel's in the bar, by the fireplace as usual, with notebook.
And camera. He's getting the hang of this camera thing, but Mark would probably say he wasn't shooting enough.
...Of course, if Mark were in his right mind, Angel wouldn't have the thing, so.

howmanynipples.livejournal.com

A strange thing it be, when a man walks (or, in Shadwell's case, shuffles) into a pub, only to find himself in ...

Well, in another pub.

Shadwell glances around warily, furtively rolling himself a cigarette. No casual observer-- nor indeed an intent observer-- will ever see this cigarette, from the beginning of its life to the end, but it's there. It is then, after the first puffs, that his glower falls upon the observation window.

And that is a phenomena, sure as any he's seen.

Shadwell's eyes widen, and he starts back, hitting the door. The locked door.

He frantically glances this way and that, muttering unintelligibly under his breath.

There's only one thing what could've done this, you ken.

Witches.

The cunning blighters came and got him when his guard was down, while he was in retirement.

"Cannae take me alive," he mutters mutinously to anyone within earshot, hand forming an ominous gunlike shape.

young_tmriddle

An owl flies in from the House of Arch with a letter for

( Alanna. )

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

And there's a John Preston in the bar, taking it easy because he's still clawed to hell. He's managed to procure something he thought he lost ages ago and he's turning the worn photograph over and over in his hands again, thinking.

His eyes are red-but pretend not to notice that.

He could really, really, use someone to take his mind off the Image In front of him.

Or Just ask. He is a Father after all, and he loves to talk about his kids.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire enters and walks straight to the Bar, placing two ordinary envelopes on the wooden surface.

"Bar? Can you make sure Kate Austen and Jack Shephard get these please?"

She watches the notes disappear with a laugh, and head back to her apartment.

They're either going to kill her. . .or kill her.

Maybe Sawyer will protect her?

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

As the mun is crosseyed from attempting app processing, and the pup hasn't been in in ages, there is a Bernard.

A somewhat stressy, somewhat tired Bernard.

With his wife.

You could catch him, though, if you need to.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, people-watching. She appears to be looking for one or two people in particular, but would likely not refuse company from anyone who might wander along.

She probably won't even bite much.

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen

It's a bad day.

The fire is bright in the little house by the lake. It has to be. Smeagol would freeze otherwise.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see.

He's lying on his side on the bare dirt floor, staring into the fire, and he hasn't moved in hours. His eyes are glassy, and his hands are twitching.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago

A part of him is saying that he's cold, and he's hungry, and that the firewood is running low, and he should at least get up and get his blanket, but it's a quiet part and he can't hear it.

The light from the fire flickers through the window and smoke pours out of the short chimney. It's the only indication that anything's out there in the snow.

It's a bad day.

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door.

Somtimes he has them.

Whittext c. J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Trina Echolls, over by the bar, with a drink and a rather pleased expression.

It's not quite so much of a surprise, getting pulled in here, anymore. Some of who and what you see, sure, but Trina's had a lot of experience with the whole I'm far too cool to be impressed thing.

Come meet the starlet.

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[OOC: Out of Milliways, Saionji tries to cope.]

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[ooc: Upstairs - Kim practices her new ability and is visited by her teacher, Selae, Angela, and Chase ]

Kim comes down to the bar. She doesn't feel quite as anxious anymore and Selae's lessons are starting to make more sense. She sits down at the Bar and orders a coffee.

She knows she's worried some people, but she isn't sure how to make things right.

She looks around a little while sipping her coffee.