milliways_bar | Jan. 19th, 2006

Jan. 19th, 2006

At just before midnight his time Guppy slips downstairs and heads out of the back door.

He returns about an hour later, white as a sheet and goes back upstairs again.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is taking a break from plotting. Or that's a good bet, at least, as she's curled up in a comfy chair, sipping coffee and watching the universe end.

Feel free to poke the X5, she probably won't bite.

river_meimei

[OOM: After River talks to War, Eddie picks up the pieces.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

He drops out of the rafters, arms and legs spread, perfectly horizontal. At the last possible instant, his hand are pulled in under him, allowing him to push off intoa handstand, hold it for about ten seconds, then flip right side up.

"Ah, goodto keep the reflexes in."

Mask is On.

venusadept_2

There is a Felix in the building. He's huddled on a couch by the fire.

Please note that this is not because he's particularly cold or afraid or anything of the kind. He just wants to huddle on the couch.

Don't you, sometimes?

Depending on who might be in the vicinity, he may have a plate of cookies by him. Then again, they might have already been eaten.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

And the number of blonde Italians in the bar has gone up by one. Bianca is sitting in a booth, glass of wine and studying a bowl of pasta.

This whole 'eating' business is still mildly hard to get used to.

She really wouldn't mind distraction/company.

[~~ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon.~~ Back!]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Out in the back area, Magius stands, on thin air, just above the waters of the lake, watching the sky and the back area. His face is blank of expression and he wanders sometimes, stands others, always a little above the lake waters, sometimes near the edge, sometimes far out in the middle. His eyes shimmer with silver light as he walks and uses his magic quietly. It has been a long few days for the somewhat broken wizard.

inquisitivehero

Hank is working on his laptop, as usual, at his usual table near the Infirmary, with his usual large mug of coffee. And with, as usual these days, a worried expression on his face.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is outside working on her kata's with her lightsaber. She has built up such a sweat that her jacket has been tossed to the side as she works out. If you approach do so with caution but she will likely see you before you are in any danger, but how would anyone else know that?

Yes she lookslike she could use a break.

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust enters the bar with a yawn, covering her mouth slightly. It's been a long night for her. Really. No, it has nothing to do with that. Honest. Just because it's her name, get your mind out of the gutter. and into this thread

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

There is a Han Solo in the bar, banging his head repeatedly on the Bar.

This may have something to do with the invitation that's just appeared for him.

"Not only do I have a daughter, but she's getting married," he moans. "Chewie, what'd I do to deserve this?"

The fact that there's no Chewie nearby is irrelevant. Han can complain to whoever he pleases, dammit. He gives up the headbanging and casts himself dramatically into a chair. "Please tell me I don't have to wear dress clothes..."

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Some time after being told that the grandnephew and namesake of a version of him turned into a spider and ate people, Mordred's sitting at his normal table.

Sharpening his sword.

It's making him feel somewhat better.

Fucking Milliways.

[~~ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon.~~ Back!]

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando sits at the Bar, an invitation in front of him. An invitation to Jaina Solo's wedding. This week. Or 30 years in the future.

The temptation to see his future up close is great. Coruscant, in all its glory, free of the Empire. Imagine what he could learn about trends and markets in just an hour. And he could see himself as he will be.

But even Lando, no physicist or philosopher, doubts seeing the future that closely is a good thing. If nothing else, how would the two Landos explain their presence to old (indeed, much older) friends?

So instead, Lando will attend the reception here, and wait to attend the wedding. In the meantime, he hs figure out what cape to wear, and to see if Amanda can join him.

And all the while, he wouldn't mind some conversation.

[ooc: online till 3 pm Eastern time)

talented-biter.livejournal.com

There's no sugar.

No cookies with crunchy bits.

No chocolate.

No candy.

No sugar.

None.

AND IT IS NOT NEAR A WEEK YET.

There is a slightly manic Beaver Baby in the bar.

She is not asking for sugar.

Because that would be wrong.

She is gnawing on a table like there's no tomorrow.

There are woodshavings about her feet.

Gnaw, Sunny.

Gnaw.

Did we mention there's no sugar?

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel and her player have a lot in common. Not species, looks (thank God), size, or abilities, but both of them have hips that hurt like demons are sitting on them and prodding them with pitchforks.

The player is on drugs. Hel is not. Coherency may be skittish, but Hel is around to be spoken with, should people so desire. Even, one supposes, Desire, although the only real relationship with it that she has is that of interested observer.

I mentioned drugs, right? Right.

the_lioness

*Having spent most of yesterday in a less than pleasant mood, Alanna made sure both to sleep a bit later and to train this morning before venturing out in public. She certainly appears to be in a better mood as she curls up on the sofa and studies a stack of Tortallan crop reports from the last three years.*

mnt_raph

*Guess who's not working the Night Shift.
If you guessed the same ex-turtle who is currently sitting by Bar nursing a beer, you'd be correct.

Here's a commemorative collectors card with limited edition gold foiling.*

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

The dead companion contingent in the bar today just went up by one.

Adric was perched in a booth with the clockwork dragon, he was teaching it to play catch, which isn't easy for a creature with serving forks for paws, but it was managing well enough, wings tinging together merrily when it managed to catch the small ball Adric kept pinging across the table at it, shuffling over to drop it back in front of the boy to throw again.

Feel free to interrupt.

(~~lunchtime, 'bout twenty minutes solid,~~ patchy nows)

soweroflife.livejournal.com

Kokopelli bounces in from outside.

(He's good at bouncing. It's a bit disconcerting, though, considering he's damn big.)

While in one continuity he goes off to poke writers with bananas, in this one he gets coffee and cigarettes from the Bar and settles down at a table to people-watch.

iustus_rex

Once upon a time there was a King of Narnia.

Once upon a time before that, there was a little boy who was a traitor.

Once upon a time at the end of the Universe, he entered Milliways from the House of Arch, with a desire apparently for food not made by his own hand (or perhaps his lady's).

Thus and so: Edmund, with tea and lunch (or perhaps dinner, for time is fluid in this place) and sketchbook, at an otherwise empty table.

blinded--faith.livejournal.com

Having a cat whose head rests at one's thigh provide sight is enough to keep Karal from running into things these days, but stairs are still quite a bit harder to navigate; balance and vision seldom like being in conflict.

This is why, no doubt, after making his way back downstairs from the guestrooms, Karal sits rather quickly at the closest empty table. Food will, perhaps, come later, once he's regained his equilibrium.

littlegoatfoot.livejournal.com

Tumnus trots downstairs, taking a moment to watch the observation window - he still thinks it's pretty, even if Lucy doesn't like the destruction - before getting tea from the Bar and taking a seat by the fire.

Going outside isn't so much on the agenda until the snow melts, all things considered.

the_antiangst

As of yesterday's conversation with Mark, Angel's passed through 'worried' and carried on immediately to 'pissed off.' This music stuff has fucked with his family, and that's never something he takes well.
Other than that, fairly standard operating procedures: Couch by fireplace, notebook, rather large mug of tea, basket of paradoxes, Mark's spare camera.
A distraction, or some kind of good news on the music-problem front, would be quite welcome.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Coming in from his walk, Jack makes way to the bar to order his usual cup of hot chocolate.

Except he gets an iPod instead.

"Um, Bar, I don't want this," he says, staring at the white contraption until it goes away. Which it doesn't. Jack sighs, picks the thing up, and says, "So do I get my hot chocolate, too?"

A cup appears on the bar, along with a new book. He takes all of these to a chair by the fireplace, cracks open the book, and begins to read. After a few moments curiosity gets the better of him, and he places the earbuds in his ears and presses play.

It's something from Chopin.

Current Music: Warsaw Philharmonic - Grande Polonaise Brillante In E-Flat Major, Molto Allegro, Op. 22

venusadept_2

Felix has decided to take a walk outside. There is nothing particularly unusual about that. What is unusual is his choice of location. He is walking on the lake ice. Near the shore, certainly, but still on the ice.

If you ~~dare~~ care to join him, he will talk to you.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie got kind of distracted last night, but he does remember his promises, and he's left a book with the Bar for Elphaba Thropp.

It's one of Susannah's favorites, and the lovely title isn't the least reason. But despite Eddie's jokes, she's never reluctant to share information about the struggle.

There's a half-forgotten bookmarked tucked into the section about Oxford, Mississippi and the Freedom Summer; a group photo. A serious-featured but smiling black woman in a wheelchair is circled with red marker.

The photo credits identify her as Odetta 'Det' Holmes.

namo

Unhappy Vala in the bar.

He is seated in a booth, occasionally picking at the dish of fish in front of him. Mostly, he is trying to figure out how the hell you win in arguments with a partner.

And if there is even truly a winner at all.

Come distract him?

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

It's not too cold out today, but there's quite a bit of cloud cover. Following the success of the shaped pancakes on Tuesday, Dinah's following up with more pancakes, although this time a particaularly sweet variety.

Breakfast Specials
Chocolate Nut Pancakes
German Sausage
Half a grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in from the back door and sits in front of the fire with a cup of tea and a copy of the Holby Gazette. Every now and again he glances in the direction of the door.

Other than that he does the crossword.

Six across (4,4): Compact vehicule ovulates to produce sweet reward.

Okay, he looks at the crossword questions and occasionally fills one in.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: The Devil You Know]

He runs in, eyes wild and beginning to tear from the pain. One hand clutches at the back of his head while the other holds onto what appears to be a sniper rifle, freshly assembled from it's case. The rifle, however, is dropped (safety luckily still on) as another seizure hits him and he slams, full out, into a wall. He shakes even as he falls, body curling into a tight ball that quivers unabashed in pain in the middle of the floor.

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: post this]

Charlie sits by the fireplace and wishes for a cigarette. Something to do with his hands, at least--something that's not music, because everything he could play today will be angry and rough.

Instead he just watches the flames.

kitchen_maid

Amy, sitting in a booth, with her Basic Cookery book propped open on the table in front of her, pen in hand, and taking notes on something.

Simon Perryvall, seeing that Amy's attention is elsewhere, and darting in to steal the ginger cookies she has with her tea one at a time before retreating to the rafters to eat them.

Someone should probably bring that fact to Amy's attention.

He's going to make himself sick.

scapepig

Snowball comes in from the back door, taking care to shake the snow off his snout before he comes inside. He goes over to his spot by the fire and pulls the diagram he was working on yesterday from under a chair. Using a piece of charcoal, he continues to work on it.

Now and again he pauses to work something out in chalk on the floor, which he rubs off again very quickly to make sure it doesn't leave a mark.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the flat, Bernard comforts Sunny. Bread is made. Hiss mopes.]

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

[OOM: A night with the Mayhews - no ratings, minor bloodletting, lots of schmoop.]

Current Mood: content

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

In a study of quiet concentration, Jack is seated cross legged on a booth seat.

He's twirling a parasol.

Staring into space.

And neglecting to eat his raisins.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOMS: Chris watches a few episodes of 24 and learns a few things she'd rather not know. She leaves the bar for a while and meets up with her brother. When Chris returns to Milliways she has a worrying dream.

Later, Jack finds her and they have a talk about their future.

Or lack thereof.]

Current Music: It's better this way, I said, having seen this place before

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

There is a Chase, in the bar, with a book that he is only pretending to read.

It's difficult to pay full attention to a book when one is keeping a wary eye and a half out for certain daughters and certain fathers-in-law-to-be that one has to make certain apologies to or risk certain...something.

If your name just happens to be Angela or Jack, you might want to just happen to stop by the booth.

And if your name isn't, you're certainly perfectly welcome to stop by anyway.

lvpd_sidle

CSI inna bar, complete with basket of shiny red apples.

Possibly looking for the Celtic god of fertility.

She isn't feeling guilty per se...oh, who are we kidding?

Poke.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

There is a letter up in the Office for all Security Staff.

Svava didn't write the main one, thankfully!

door-2-door.livejournal.com

Three days since he's been in the bar? A little hard to believe, bound as he is. Perhaps it's been spent upstairs or outside.
He certainly couldn't have been in the main bar, right? You'd have seen him, wouldn't you?

Time to find out.

He's in a booth today. Unobtrusive, distant, typically laid back, but always busy. -Seemingly occupying himself with books today, and an occasional note in the margins.

But feel free to interrupt. He's avoided you long enough.

oneman_onevote

Exactly one year ago, Havelock Vetinari, the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, walked into the bar.

It wasn't the first time he'd done so, thanks to confusing timelines.

But perhaps out of some sense of occasion, he does so again. Where his younger version is right now is unclear.

He takes a seat on an appropriately uncomfortable chair, leaning his cane next to him. A waitrat brings him a cup of coffee. And he sits and watches.

[OOC: Yes. Milliversary, so I'm playing with the original version of my first pup for a day.]

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

Kevin emerges from the infirmary looking satisfied.

He's got a supply of counteragent, now, and can start working on the more permanent solution.

But first, coffee.

gravity_shifter

There is a petite, red headed alien sitting in the observation area, watching the universe end. There is no research, no curiosity being satisfied. She's just sitting.

Watching.

Thinking.

undergnd-leader.livejournal.com

There's a Jurgen.

Staring wistfully at the patrons of the bar with a cup of green tea. He's got some reading, but he's not really focused.

He could definately use someone to talk to.

mogget_cat

*Not'cat-man, Not'cat-man,
does just what a Not'cat can.
See him lounge, hear his purr.
Give him fish and pet his fur.*

(ooc: :D!)

prydeful

In theory, Kitty supposes, since she's hopefully getting married in two months, she should actually think about wedding planning details.

In reality, she's grading papers and deliberately Not Thinking about her mother.

And looking pained at certain attempts at grammar.

undergnd-leader.livejournal.com

Jurgen's managed to collect the last of his books.

You can't chase away your troubles forever. Besides, he could use a good nights sleep in his own bed.
One last look at the bar. At freedom. at what he wants to make his world.

And then he's gone. Back to Gray normality.

Just like that.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's over in her usual booth, reading a play picked up from Bar, when she thinks she sees someone leave.
Tragedy in three acts and seven scenes.
When the door closes, she orders two tequila shots and downs them both with a silent toast. One to see him off; one to bring him home.
"What do they mean, jail? They eat there, smoke there, play music there!"
That done, she resumes reading, though she seems a little distracted. Come over and distract her further.

http://users.livejournal.com/_whiteflame/

[Pre-Milliways]

Ingrid enters the bar quickly, mostly because she's too busy getting her keys out of purse to notice where's she's going. She's taken quite a few steps before she stops, looking up and around at her new surroundings.

Her blue eyes are wide, though they barely betray her surprise at stumbling onto such a place. Ingrid looks around, seeming to want to consume as much as possible of her surroundings with her gaze, only a slight shade of perplexity crossing her face.

After a few minutes, she puts her keys back in her purse.

This wasn't where she'd meant to go, but it may be the place she's looking for.

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

The number of World-War-2-era photographers in the bar has just increased by one.

Liz Imbrie is unwinding a very long, brightly striped scarf from about her neck. Shut up. It's cold.

holostar.livejournal.com

The door creaks open and a tiny blonde, barefoot girl steps through, followed closely by a taller, very pregnant blonde woman. It's quite obvious that time is passing quickly for Syal Antilles-Fel.

She glances back, as she shuts the door, having left Soontir with her sons Davin and Chak. She takes Cherith's hand and leads her over to an armchair (waddled, actually) and sank into it, pulling the little girl onto her lap.

Come and chat.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

Ex-demonslayer inna bar. Not that this is readily apparent, since his face is currently hidden behind a tabloid newspaper. (This week's scoop: "Spacemen taking over the Pentagon!") Every so often, there's a snort of laughter.

Feel free to ask him what's so funny.

Current Mood: amused

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm Crowe is in the bar ~~(after days and days...)~~, working diligently on a coffee while he sits by the fireplace.

Little wonder he's enjoying a quiet moment. ~~Because, after all, nobody ever has a breakdown in Milliways~~.

diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com

Satine has a bracelet. It's about thirty years younger than she is, but (so is he) she can't stop admiring it.

You should admire it too.

mnt_mike

He stands behind the Bar for the first time in moths. If he's nervous, it doesn't show. On the left side of the Bar, among the other various shrines and momentos, now sits a 4"x6" picture of one Indiana Jones. Mike gives it a little bow.

"you said to go back to the beginning. so i have. this is where we got the job. so is the beginning."

From over the din of the hustle and bustle of Milliways, a voice clears itself. Anyone who turns to investigate the sound is rewarded with the sight of one Michaelangelo dressed in his finest Margarita-ville ensamble standing atop Milliways famous Bar.

"I am the last barman poet
I see Milliways drinking the fabulous cocktails I make
Milliways getting stinky on something I stir or shake
The sex on the beach
The schnapps made from peach
The velvet hammer
The Alabama slammer.
I make things with juice and froth
The pink squirrel
The 3-toed sloth.
I make drinks so sweat and snazzy
The iced tea
The kamakazi
The orgasm
The death spasm
The Singapore sling
The dingaling.
Milliways you've just been devoted to every flavor I got
But if you want to got loaded
Why don't you just order a shot?
Bar is open."

Tonight's Specials

Shots

Sake Bombs

Other Dangerous Things

balletrat

*Meg is sitting at a table in the bar, engaged in several tasks:

a.) attempting to feed the baby in her arms with some sort of pureed baby food, provided by the bar

b.) keeping said baby from wiggling off her lap to go exploring under the tables

and c.) rather frantically paging through a book on child care in front of her, whenever Derry stops squirming long enough to allow her to use one of her arms.

Derry, meanwhile, is engaged in one task: becoming the universe's foremost artist in the medium of pureed baby food.

Hey, everyone needs to have a dream.*

gone_byebye

Ray was in the Bar for a while earlier today, but headed upstairs for a while. For whatever reason, he's back now, with dinner, his qigong book, and a seat near the fire.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

He hasn't been seen all day. Perhaps that's because he's been fighting it However, it won. Hands down. Thus, Mark Cohen has come downstairs.

He's abandoned the fedora and suit in favour of tight jeans and a pink T-shirt with a black star on it. He spiked his hair, and is sans glasses. Across his back is slung a Fender guitar, and he sits at a table, plugs it into an amp, and Sings.

( It's been.... one week since I looked at you... )

Yes, folks. This is Mark Cohen as a pop star. Any requests? He'll probably take them.

true_desire

[ OOM: Yesterday, Meg and Derry find a less than ideal playroom in the Threshold. ]

[ And, back story starts here if you need context. ]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

And near the fire, there is a Magius, watching the flames. Little else of him moves, save his eyes. He watches people and the flames. And his eyes glow silver against the light.

female-were.livejournal.com

Auburn haired women lounging by the fire on a couch. She has a book, though she may have a bored look every time she looks at it. And for once, she doesn't have a glass of wine.

So, Lupa on a couch people watching. Feel free to poke, or pounce, or talk.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Laini, bar table, gadgets. She is catching up on some work, since she has plans and plots in the making that are going to need some time all to themselves. Bwhah.

She is also humming, and her tail is swaying from side to side. Though, this being a bar, whoever does bring work here is just asking to be nicely interrupted, really.

HINT.

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy comes in the Door, directly from the X-Mansion, where he has been working and going through files for a few hours.

He is smiling and starts to head directly for the Infirmary, carrying a small case with him.

His eyes sparkle as he moves quickly. But he might be catchable before he gets there.

atreides-ghani.livejournal.com

Ghanima's back in the bar, in the evening for once. She's having a nice dinner, a splurge that she doesn't allow herself back in her world, despite her position. Away from the eyes of the palace, though, she decides to spoil herself for a change.

Conversation is more than welcome.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

It's been a while.

But Angela is down in the bar again, with a journal and a pen, writing. She's very intent. She still can't see the door, but has been thinking of the long talk she's going to have to have with her parents when she does leave.

Dear Mom and Dad--

I'm afraid I have not been the daughter I should be. I haven't been honest with you and I have shut you out of my life. Things have happened that have made me afraid of losing your love, when I know that is the one thing that would never happen.

Despite everything, I know that.

I have three progress reports, in math, history and English. School is awful, and they tease me...

She's trying to get all these thoughts out on paper, so they are clear.

colour_girl

Iris has been in the bar for awhile. She just never had an entrance post.

She's now sitting at the bar, drinking whatever it is she got to drink from the bartender, and watching people. Great fun.

She'd enjoy a conversation. But only if you're interested in talking to a winged rainbow goddess.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

In the bar is a ( Note for Gorlim )

guppy_sandhu

[ooc: Mun apologises for everyone she abandoned a few hours ago. Had no intention of being away from computer that long. Also mun is possibly ill but not sure, so apologises again in advance for possible sudden disappearance later.]

There is a Guppy by the fire drinking lemonade with a cherry in it. He is curled up with a book entitled The man who mistook his wife for a hat.

It's a good book.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

"Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
And The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

Who's that with the red hair and maniac blue eyes dancing up on the stage in a patterned, and tight snakeskin outfit?
Ziggy Stardust?
...Not exactly. The Music With Rocks In is having fun with the snarky wizard it seems.
Potential blackmail material anyone?

(ooc: Final night of Plot With Rocks In, feel free to gawk, take pictures, whatever. Just don't expect Draco to be himself tonight.)

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

With Serenity's crew no longer staying at Southdown Abbey, Milliways is once more the closest source of good (read: actual) food.

So, Zoe's stationed at a table with dinner--pasta, chicken, a small salad and a cup of some kind of fruit juice--and idly watching the room.

She doesn't look like she's really looking for conversation, but not like she'd turn it down, either.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

She's outside, even though it's cold. But she long ago learned about the value of wearing a super suit under one's clothing. It was warm when it needed to be, like now, and it was thin enough so that she didn't have to look hugely bloated. Besides, she's in love with her new deep purple (aka Violet) pea coat. She sits beneath a tree, reading a book. What book? Well ask and ye shall find out.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

If Val's husband were here, he'd say that this is not the gratuitous icon post you're looking for. However, as he's not here, perhaps it'll just go by unnoticed.

Val is at a table, however, reading, and looking faintly as if she's up to something. Then again, when isn't she?

popular-in-pink.livejournal.com

Glinda flounces into Milliways in her most favoritest pink ballroom gown. But then she simply makes her way to some far corner of the room to sulk even though she's not entirely sure why she's sulking. Besides her subjects being stupider than she is. Which really seemed unpossible all things considered.

She orders a fizzy green drink which reminds her of a certain witch. Bah.

Current Mood: aggravated

hero-jack.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack thinks, and gets upset. Spoilers for last night's Lost.]

i_vanquish_evil

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doc-venkman.livejournal.com

There's a couple sitting nearby. Actually, Dana's sitting, and Peter's currently standing behind her, with them holding hands over her pregnant tummy, talking quietly to each other. Dana's lips were drawn in a thin line of worry, and Peter seemed equally troubled.
Care to check up on the concerned couple.

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

Smeagol. In a booth. With a pipe. Blowing smoke-rings.

Trying to fit one inside the other.

He's cheerful tonight. That's good.

blue_ajah

Moiraine descends the stairs into the bar proper; evidently, she has been at work in her upstairs study, instead of the library in the Dreaming.

To those who know her particularly well, the Aes Sedai seems more carefully composed than usual, perhaps subtly more tense.

Those who do not know her especially well may not notice anything different at all as she glides to her usual table and there takes a seat. Moiraine orders tea from Holly the waitrat and settles back, studying the room and the patrons with veiled interest.

reluctantcleric.livejournal.com

Dead Cleric in the bar.
Reading again, but also watching. Partridge had a very serene smile on his face about something too.
Also an unusual iPod by him that he was looking to give back to someone, along with his thanks.

blond-w-brain.livejournal.com

Ghostbuster with mad hair in the bar, working on a device of fiendish complexity.

But he's good at multitasking, if you want to chat with him.

....maybe come up on his left side. It doesn't look like a dangerous device? But still.