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[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Immediately previous.]

A silver line of light forms by the door, and Moiraine steps through the portal. In the room behind her, a woman's body can be seen lying motionless on the floor.

The Aes Sedai is not moving with quite her usual grace. Part of her blue dress has been burned away, revealing a charred and blackened shoulder, and her lips are pressed tight together with pain.

The gateway behind her snaps shut, and Moiraine starts slowly across the room toward the Bar.

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

OOM-Ness: [[ Vampire, still out of it. Last days of Serena's canon update. ]]

[[ For people who dont check the back room often. ]]

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[highkingoberon]

[Pre-Milliways- Oberon and Puck were not always enemies...]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[So there's a thing with blood and weird tabeled whitetext wherein Guppy reacts to his father's suicide. It leads to a nurse inna bar who acquires an eavesdropping, paranoid, PTSD-having traitor. They go back upstairs to damage the doorway and fix the Guppy (after lobotomizing him from the furniture). Abs departs to leave a note for the resident mental health staff. He returns to the room (unthreaded), but hopefully leaves again at some point for a little while or falls asleep in a corner because then there is the

OOM - in which Gorlim looks after a sleeping Guppy and has a (rather one-sided) chat with... Guppy's dead father.

Rated D for Doctors and Daddy issues, and W for Wilde Whitetext.]

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[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

Early is outside; lucky for him the pressure suit is more than enough to keep him warm.

He's exercising. Got to stay in shape.

It's anyone's guess which muscles hanging upside-down by his feet from an oak tree will exercise.

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[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

The door opens and she comes in, removing the fedora from her head (Sri Lanka is warm this time of year), letting her red hair fall to the middle of her back, and walks to the bar.

A glass of wine (red) and a bowl of cherries in hand, she takes a seat at a table, putting her boots on the chair across from her.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

And by the oberservation window is a table.

And on the table is a princess.

...well, she's not looking so princess-y at the moment. The dark green dress could pass, but princesses don't normally curl up on tables, their heads pillowed by their arms as they watch the room sideways, do they?

This one does, anyway.

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[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

Abs comes down from upstairs and deposits two identical notes on the surface of the bar.

( Dr Crowe/Dr Venkman )

He then disappears upstairs again.

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[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Just moments before--]

"You will survive, you bloody woolheaded man, if I have to--"

The woman who just came through the door stops, one hand drawing a long brown braid over her shoulder and gripping hard. A glow, bright and silvery, surrounds her and does not fade, and she sets her jaw stubbornly.

"If this has anything to do with Moghedien, I will bloody well rip her apart, living by the Three Oaths or not."

She sounds like she means it.

OOMs: Southdown Abbey, Day ... Four or Five or Something

[simon_doctor]

Simon asks Wash to be his best man. Wash, in turn, unintentionally reminds Simon about something very important he's forgotten.

Hijinks ensue.

No, really.

This sequence rated A for Anti-Woe.

OOMs: Southdown Abbey, Day Eight

[simon_doctor]

Around two in the afternoon, the final two wedding guests -- Teddy and Constance Lee Frye, the Parents Of -- arrive at Southdown to be greeted by one Andronicus Ji Crowley...and one Badger. Then they go greet people. With some people -- like River -- this goes well. With some people (like Gabriel Tam) it ... doesn't.

A couple of hours later, Kaylee's parents are settling in, and Kaylee is inhabiting a small out-of-the-way courtyard. She is joined by first Regan Tam and then Gabriel Tam.

Next comes a nice chat -- or a very polite reading of the riot act -- between Kaylee and her father. And then, later, there are alterations to make.

At around the same time as that last, Simon's got an important question for River. And, very shortly thereafter, has an unexpected encounter with his father, followed by another with his sister.

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[river_meimei]

[OOM: River, Simon, and a failure to maintain the holiday spirit. This actually happened sometime between Christmas and New Year, but wasn't posted then because I suck and forgot to.]

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[gavemea_45]

[[note: this thread occurs Saturday afternoon.]]

He never did get to read much of his book after being interrupted last night. A shame; zombies are always worth reading about.

Which explains why Sam's at the same table today, reading the same book, a cup of coffee in front of him.

It's not the same coffee, though.

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[weighted-wishes.livejournal.com]

There's a potted plant in the Bar.

A small tree in fact, though rainbows, almost like an oil slick, dance across the grayish green leaves.

It is a very proud tree.

The tree doesn't change in the least, but the being holding it...shifts with each set of eyes to pass across it.

Wish has a tree my friends, and Wish loves it dearly, though someone may want to point out the oddness of the rainbow effect...though if you know nothing of trees, Wish welcomes talk...and dreams...as well.

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOM, dated January 7: Will writes Bran a letter.]

OOM: Nina's Room

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

millitimed to Saturday Night.


OOM: Amanda's heart Breaks

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel enters the bar from lake's side, limping pretty badly. Its cold out there, damnit. She wants cocoa. She wants blankets. She wants to be nine feet shorter.

Two of the three are obtained.

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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando hasn't figured out about Sunday mornings. And even if he knew there was a day of rest every seven days, he wouldn't take advantage. He has no work. And he has no need for sleeping in. Life's too short for that without a good reason.

So if you want to say hi and ask him why he's awake, you can.

[ooc: but only for an hour or so, as mun has things to do later]

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[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

He wasn't expecting to walk in, but he takes it in stride like everything else. As far as he's concerned, the clack of his cane sounds just as fine on the flooring here as it does anywhere else and he can at least expect a decent breakfast. It doesn't take too long to get to the bar itself, even for him, and after a few moments he's got turkish coffee and a small plate of bread and cheese.

He's smiling, like always, so feel free to come by and see the forge god.

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[just_the_doctor]

Just a couple of things left to take care of, a couple of friends to say farewells to, and then it's time to go.

But there's no reason why he can't have a nice breakfast first.

Come and say hi. It's possible he's looking for you.

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[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways...ish.

This thread started out as the OOC 'Ask my character a question' meme and somehow mutated into millicanon backstory between Anthy and Saionji.

Very silly, in a very canonical way.]

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[just-elaine.livejournal.com]

If you're looking for a blind chick with wings--well, actually, you won't find her.

But there is a blind chick, at least, with the look of someone who doesn't quite know what she's supposed to be doing with herself, and really, if the 'verse is falling apart, shouldn't she be out there helping?

As the look is directed at her coffee, though, she's not really expecting a response.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

[oom: doing as Master Skywalker ordered]

Tahiri is sitting at a table, playing with the little picture holoball that Mara gave her for Christmas-- the one with images of Tatooine and Zonama Sekot on it-- and thinking.

About what it means to be a Jedi.

About what it means to put the Order first, above everything.

She's still not sure she can be what they want her to be anymore... but she's never had the chance to be anything else.

It's quite a conundrum.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

There was a Sarah in the bar, catless today, but once again with box of glittery bits, for the making of crowns or scepters or whatever she felt like making.

At the moment she was making button rings, simplest thing ever really, couple buttons, bit of ribbon or embroidery thread and taa-daa, spiffy ring. She had a heap of them already, and would probably give them to people if they stopped to talk.

(lunchtime post, 'bout twenty minutes, after that I'm banished to the den of internet connectionlessness until I get home, so, yeah, if slowtime's good, tag away and I'll pick up when I get home)

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[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

Morte is hovering around a table near the Observation Window. On his table is a blank piece of paper.

The skull has a thick, black marker between his teeth, and is trying to pry its top off by twisting it into the table. This tactic hasn't worked yet.

Morte hums as he works, sometimes adding muffled words to his tune. Usually, they're curse words.

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty slept in today. He got up very late, had a shower, came to the bar, ordered a very large and very unhealthy full English breakfast, then sat back with a cup of coffee, reading.

He's still there with coffee, reading.

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[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Earthman inna bar. With tea.

Arthur's been around, really. Chances are you just haven't noticed him.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There is a Max sitting on a table, blueprints and what appear to be security schematics strewn about her. She's humming softly, tunelessly, and seems to be utterly absorbed in her work. When in doubt, plot.

Feel free to bother, company would not likely be turned away.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Bianca tells Avar that she's now human, and then they both get sidetracked onto the subjects of sailing and babysitting. Millited to the 12th]

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

A cold wind sweeps into the bar as a slim figure dashes in, head down to keep the blowing snow out of his eyes. Quickly, he pulls the door to, leaning against it once it is closed.

Winters in the Northlands - will he ever really get used to them? Glorfindel realizes, after a moment, that this is not the Prancing Pony in Bree, nor are either of his two charges in evidence.

He curses, soft and emphatic under his breath once he realizes that he's back in Milliways, and he will have to face the punishing cold once again if he wants to get to Bree.

Maybe some time by the fire first.

Brushing snow out of his hair, he wanders over to the fireplace, intent on thawing out a little before making another attempt on the door.

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

Is that...a Chase?

Why, yes! Yes, there is a Chase in that booth over there. Hi, Chase!

Bother the Chase at your leisure. He's not doing anything of importance.

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[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jack ponders before leaving Kate a note.]

Jack stands outside, by the Lake. He's only been outside once...and he remembers how that ended up. But Aeryn doesn't seem to be hiding in trees, so he figures it's okay.

He holds a beer loosely in his hand, as he walks in circles around the lake, just thinking. But he's smiling softly...so he must be in a good mood for once.

Come and chat if you'd like.

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[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

There is an angel in the bar, ubiquitous glass of wine half full of a rather pleasant if undistinguished vintage.

He holds it absently, dark blue gaze watching the movements of passerby.

At very occasional intervals, he drinks.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

After talking with Tahiri, Jaina wanders outside to the lake, wearing her poncho and floppy eared cap. She had meant to get in some lightsaber practice, hence the lightsaber and remote, but hasn't bothered to begin yet.

Instead, the Jedi's staring off in to space, clicking softly every once in a while as she thinks about some of the earlier parts of their conversation.

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo walks into the bar, a datapad under his arm. He looks more than a little bit stressed, and he immediately orders...and recieves...a decent-sized mug of hot tea.

Feel free to talk to him...I'm sure that he could use the conversation.

Bartending!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Mun has a Kate over! Forgiveness for unoriginality of bartending post!]

He wanders behind the counter, skips the specials as he's half awake, and settles on a stool behind the bar.

After a moment, he turns around, writes Bartending on the board and settles back down again.

He was up with Ce'Nedra most of the night and through the morning and till now. He might be a sorcerer, but she was a small woman with a large bundle on the way and the soreness and cramps and aching was something he couldn't help with. At least he'd stayed with her.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Adam runs into Aziraphael at the shop. Discussions ensue, and at least one thing is resolved. Sort of. Kind of.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Paradoxes.

Coffee.

Casefile.

Sara.

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[last_adam]

*Adam's smiling as he walks back into the bar, and he stops to drop off something. He leaves with the bar ( For Sunny Baudelair )

He also picks up a note. Oddly, he's not smiling quite so much as he walks the rest of the way to his room.*

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[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Room 2342 just ain't no fun. Featuring angry!evil!Danny Phantom, now with added internal conflicts!]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Some time after Abs and Amanda arrive to watch Guppy, Gorlim wanders down to the bar, having first gone to his own room to see to some things. Noting the sign, he takes advantage of the free alcohol and settles down in front of the observation window with a mug of beer. His eyes are narrow and thoughtful as he stares out, dancing his fingers around the rim of his drink and waiting for someone to tell him if he's needed upstairs again. Every now and then he rubs and flexes his wrists as if they're sore.

Feel free to interrupt his brooding.


[ooc: It is January 15th. Which means as of today, the mun has been playing Gorlim for three years, beginning in MESPT, through Almost Ithilien, Prancing Dragon, Theatrical Muse, Sages of Chaos, and finally to Milliways. Not that this remotely impacts this post, but the mun feels it is worth noting, as she has never managed to sustain ANY project for three years, unless you count high school. Although you don't get summer vacations from angstpuppets.]

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[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

Kristine enters the bar followed by two small skutters, one pink in colour the other grey. She seems happy even with the two of them following her. After a small pause she manages to get something to eat and drink, that does include cottage cheese with pineapple chunks she sits with the two skutters at a table near the window.

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[last-human.livejournal.com]

Paige has been healed completely for quite sometime now, and yet Dave still hans't been in the bar for a while. His is the tired and happy smile of a man who really believes in the power of elf healing as he settles at a table with a curry and a beer milkshake.

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

Jack isn't in the bar.

He's sitting in a tree.

Not K-I-S-S-I-N-G anyone, with no love, no marriage, and if you brought a baby carriage near him, he would look at you strangely and throw snow at you.

Just Jack in a tree. There may also be raisins envolved here somewhere.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

The door of Milliways opened. It did this often, so it wasn't that strange. What was surprising, was that no-one was pushing it. But once it was open, a tiny figure, smaller than a hand span zoomed through and the door shut behind her.

"Frell!" She tugged futilely at the bottom of the door and finally, as a last resort, kicked it. Careful not to step on the pint-sized Peacekeeper.


[OOC: Just in from being outside, thus headache, but some Rp might help it to flee! OOM's on how she got shrunk to be posted/written later as...well yeah. <3]

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[valehero.livejournal.com]

It's been a while. Isaac has been isolated in camp over the past while, training and studying Psyenergy and Alchemy. Now, though, he is sitting back in a booth and enjoying the warmth of inside...And a nice hot cup of tea.

One messy blond haired adept inna bar. Have at.

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[exspdblue.livejournal.com]

There is some murmuring near the piano, and out comes Sky. He sits down and promptly tests some notes out. With successful tune playing, he tries out a few chords with the other hand. Sunglasses on, then a figure comes out and takes Sky's place at the piano as the Power Ranger steps up to the mic. A throat is cleared and the piano launches into a ballad as Sky sings:
No matter what the time
I`m just alone
Destiny forgotten,
Even though I kept going.
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
At first he seems a bit nervous and then he grabs a nearby acoustic guitar and adds to the harmonies surrounding him

[OOC: Yes this is 'With Rocks In' so feel free to catch if you wish...or not...ping me if needed]

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Witness the Horta in repose.

Naraht is sitting at a quiet table, working studiously on a Rubic's cube.

Good natured invectives can barely be heard coming from his voder while his vapor vents whistle "Bohemian Rhapsody".

Have at.

(no subject)

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

Today is a red letter day.

One for the mun and one for John Preston and the man sitting across from him.
The Cleric, sitting across from a figure dressed in gray with sandy-blond hair. The two appear to be arguing-rather loudly for the nounce before the blond man gets up, stalking away.

"Jurgen-"
He ignores Preston's pleas, handing over a small white book before opening the door and slamming it behind him.

Preston, sighing, goes and has a quiet word with bar before returning to a seat with a wooden practice sword. Dinner appears to consist of Miso soup, Green Tea, and Sashimi. He's turning over the pages in the white book. If one were to take a look at it-one might see technical schematics followed by lines of scribbling.

Ask questions, ask him what he's planning on doing with the wooden sword, talk, chat-that's what he's here for.

(no subject)

[red-blossom.livejournal.com]

Blossom inna bar...or, rather, onna bar. She sits at the end of Lady Bar, swinging her feet over the edge of the bar top.

Feel free to come pull her from her boredom.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is draped comfortably in a booth, eyes closed, listening to his iPod. Sometimes nothing is better than a good blues song, and he has a full playlist at his disposal. Every now and then he reaches out and snags a french fry from his plate or a sip from his Coke.
He looks very peaceful, care to say hi?

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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

[OOM Carl has a rather unpleasant encounter with Kong, who-as a living personification of nature, doesn't take too kindly to anything like Music screwing with that nature. Rated P for Pity from a giant monkey, People going crazy over Kong rampaging, and playing old timey 1920s tunes.]

The world's in the red,
We're better off dead.
Depression, they say,
's in session to stay.
Our judges are queer.
Our banks disappear,
And all the while they tell us to smile.

The Music that made Kong mad's coming from here. But Carl's too busy tapping his feet to the tune to notice.

if you were to look outside the still open door you might see the beginning's of a breadline. Hear the honk of cars, smell the stink that was and is depression era New York City.

Cheer up gentle citizens,
Tho' you have no shirts.
Happy days are here again.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!
All aboard prosperity,
Giggle till it hurts.
No more breadline charity.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!

Carl scribbles a quick note to-
( Mark Cohen. Cohen and Denham productions )

he leaves the note on the bar-trusting that it'll get where it needs to be, and runs out, making sure to button his coat and keep his fedora tight on his head.

There's a whisp of snow left behind.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

There is a very worried looking Abs at the bar, deeply engrossed in a psychology text book.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mark dreams Or: To anyone alive with a sex drive. Warming for implied sex. I don't know what to rate it, people. Just know... it's a wet dream set to music.]

Mark's at the table again, this time dressed in three-piece-suit and fedora. He doesn't have the guitar for once, simply a pile of papers as he works out schedules, and puts the finishing touches on a libretto.

Come talk to him? So his mun doesn't fangirldrool all by herself?

[*insert typical disclaimer about rocks in here* Don't have to get 'em if you don't want 'em.]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie is standing by the observation windows. Watching.


It's been a year. A year dead. A year here. It's been a year full of wonder and terror. A year in which he's learned so much. About himself, about humanity, about the universe, about how to live.

it has been a year since he lost his life, but in which he found more than he could ever dream of. He found his love. He found a home.


Come wish him a Happy Milliversary.

(no subject)

[wizard_dresden]

Bar's wizard population up by one.

Don't even ask me what that puts the total up to, because I don't have the first damned clue.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg appears in the bar and, letting go of the pendant around her neck, swings herself easily onto a seat at the main bar to face the coffee cup that appears in front of her.

So far, all's well with the world.*

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[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally walked into the bar briskly, looking at a small notepad in her left hand.

"Segal, li desiderano ricercare...." Her voice trailed off as she realized that she was not in her room at the embassy, nor was she addressing her roommate and co-worker.

She was in Milliways Bar, addressing people from the multiverse, and she had not come in through her mother's mirror.

"Um," she said faintly, still addressing the bar at large, "nevermind."

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

She glides downstairs, head high and poise around her like armor. Moiraine crosses the room to the bar in order to request tea, which she receives -- along with two letters.

One finger taps the bar's surface thoughtfully, and then the Aes Sedai takes the letters and the cup of tea to her usual table.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray's most recent shift of Danny guard duty was an exceptionally long one, both by the clock and by the amount it took out of him. He slept, after, but it wasn't much good. He's got a drink now- Ovaltine- and a seat by the Window, and he generally isn't paying much attention to the rest of what's going on around him.

He's also got his book on qigong exercises, but he's still a little distracted, so that's not getting the attention it should.

(no subject)

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

After his ordeal, Harper landed in the bar, his whole body sweaty and shaking.

The wounds from his shoulder and thigh were gone, though, and so were the chemical burns on his face.

"Oh heaven, you do have mercy, thank the Divine, thank everything, thankyouthankyouthankyou."

What the hell had that been? A hallucination?

He knew he'd seen the kid though, the little girl in the shadows.

Still shaking, he managed to climb to a stand with the aid of a table and chair, and made his way to the bar. Quickly and rather manically, he scrabbled for some paper, since there was a dearth of flexies in his pockets. He wrote down the following in an extremely shaky hand, with the spelling of a second grader:

( Attenshion, to Sekurity and whoever else is in charj of this wakky place: )

There was another note. This one he didn't expect would ever be read, but it was worth a shot:

( alesa-- )

Leaving the notes with the bar, he staggered off to the garage to sleep in the Maru, preferably while jacked in, so he had no dreams.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone is sitting on the floor by the fire, glancing around at passing patrons. Between her fingers, she twirls a tiny, snow-white flower, gleaned from the greenhouse.

It isn't so bad, being a grower of things.

But it's getting to be a hard wait for spring.

(no subject)

[b-ko-chan.livejournal.com]

It's dark outside.

It's bright inside.

Mostly.

But who stares at the wall?

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Her bra-less years ended over a millennium ago. Nevertheless, Goldy is being a good girl and adhering to the doctor's orders. A loose tank top worked out to be the most comfortable option, though perhaps not the most modest one. In that regard she said 'screw it' for it's not as if decency has ever been a big thing for her. Also in that regard, her mun noted that this is not the boobies pimp post that you are looking for.

Goldy is at the bar with a bowl of hearty Irish stew and a beer.

Freedom and Fresh Air

[inquisitivehero]

From the Infirmary:

Hank leads, or rather proceeds Rachel out to the back area behind the Bar. Once there, he steps aside and allows her to go further, taking out his laptop and a chair from strangely accommodating pouches and sitting down where he can see her and work at the same time. The night is cool, but warmer than normal for this time of year. Hank smiles as he watches Rachel.

(no subject)

[not-only-wisdom.livejournal.com]

Nynaeve steps deliberately down the stairs, stopping for a moment at the bottom. She does not quite square her shoulders, but the impression is there. Then she moves toward the Bar in a glide that anyone familiar with Aes Sedai would be likely to recognize. It does not take long for her to order a pot of tea and settle herself at a booth.

She sips it coolly, staring off into the distance.

Once or twice she twists the Great Serpent ring on her finger, frowning slightly.

Some loyalties are difficult to balance.

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Dead scientific genius in the bar, with coffee at near-toxic strength.

He'd welcome company.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael's occupying a table near the back of the room, working on the latest batch of paperwork.

Feel free to interrupt.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

[OOM: Darien and Charlie have dinner, Charlie meets Darien's partner Bobby, and both Charlie and Darien make a few confessions.

Adult content type warnings.]

(no subject)

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

So, this red head walks into the bar...*



Touga wanders in, his uniform jacket hanging open. He raises a thin eyebrow, smirks, and drapes himself in an artful pose in a chair close to the door. And takes a sip from a suddenly on hand glass of red wine.

"Ah."

Were you expecting surprise?



*Touga would like you to know he needs no OOM. His naked chest and good looks fulfill that obligation.



[OOC: Must Sleep! Slowtimes welcome! Will get back to you!]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: Rachel is still wading through her own head in the Infirmary. Visitors are always welcome]

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[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

The mun's been busy prettifying journals.

The man's been busy reading and eating. But now dinner is finished and he's relaxing with a drink and a deck of cards.
The drink, it may be worth noting, is probably not alcoholic. In fact it looks suspiciously like Iced Tea.
The cards, we'll note as well, are not being used for solitaire as one might expect from someone sitting alone. Instead he's shuffling them, but not with any real intent.

So a recap: Salesman, table, tea, idle shuffling of cards, and somewhat less idle observation. If the shuffling disturbs you, the mun apologizes. The man, however, probably will not.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is again (or still, maybe) sitting on top of a table, surrounded by blueprints and security schematics. She's aquired a cup of coffee and a notepad, and is sipping the former and jotting down notes on the latter. Definitely plotting.

Come bother the X5?

(no subject)

[just-mad-about.livejournal.com]

You know what they say about women with red hair.





No, I don't either.

But one of 'ems in the bar.

Totally sweet an' innocent an' all.

Course.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Geekboy and sometime Watcher in the bar.*

*At the bar itself, in fact; perched on a barstool and munching on a meatball-and-mozzarella Hot Pocket.*

*Come say hi.*

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[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt (and never mind that it might look silly in combination with the too-large sweatshirt, apparently).
He's staked out a couch by the fireplace again, with the usual-for-the-moment camera and a rather large mug of tea. And his notebook, which he's currently writing away in.
Odds are he won't mind an interruption, long as you're not bringing doom. He's got enough of that on his plate at the moment.

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[not_that_spike]

( before this: room 8 )

It's a familiar scene: the tall skinny guy with green hair and the really beautiful woman with green eyes at his side, both wearing backpacks, both packing semiautomatic pistols, both looking pretty damn determined as they head down the stairs and through the bar, stopping at the front door.

At least it's familiar to them. If Spike's moving a little more cautiously than normal because of his broken ribs, it's barely perceptible: he slouches like always, holding Beth's hand like always, casual like always. But before he reaches for the door he does two things. First, he takes out his gun and holds it in his left hand; he's an ambidextrous shooter. Second, he turns to Beth, studying her face. He squeezes her hand, leans forward, and kisses her. "I always said I like to know the odds on a situation before I walk into it. But this door... hell, it keeps things interesting."

They've agreed: if there's gunfire, they don't go through.

All they want is a shopping expedition near Mars. A visit or two. And a trip to a place Spike's always wanted to take Beth on Mars: they just haven't had a chance to go there yet because they keep getting distracted by other places and opportunities, or, like last time, shot at. But all of life is a risk, really, and if they stop taking risks they might as well stop doing almost everything. Delicate and cautious has never been his style and he bets it's never been Beth's style either. Again, he leans forward and brushes his lips against her cheek.

"Ready, Slim?" When she gives the word, he'll open the door.