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[the-eternal-man.livejournal.com]

There's a wolf in the bar, lying comfortably in front of the fire. He's a distinguished looking creature, large and stately, with a silvery ruff and shining blue eyes.

Not that that's obvious right now, as they're half-closed and he seems to be dozing. Don't let it fool you though. He doesn't miss much. And very much wouldn't be adverse to conversation and/or food, if you're the type to attempt conversation with a wolf.

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[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

Liam sits outside in the evening air carving. Some might call it cold; he prefers to think of it as "bracing". It sounds less unpleasant that way.

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[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Eddie was humming to himself as he came down the stairs, finishing buttoning his shirt. It's been an interesting last while, and now, he's more than content to be right where he is. He was considering heading back out for a flight, though.

Even with the dangers.

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[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: Another day in infirm, with a little more results this time around. First Alanna comes to give gifts and regale with tales of adventure, then Jean Grey stops by to cause confusion in the possible daughter from the future...and finally there is a Miracle]

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[milliways_sawyer]

OOM: Claire gets back in town, and a baby name is partially decided upon.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda

Sewing

Tea

Booth

have at.


[OOC: no, not original, but it looked fun so I thought I would give it a try.]

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius is sitting near the fire, staring at it, but not seeing it. He has been thinking and not!thinking a lot these past few days, of old and new ideas, and of the darkness in his heart. He knows that it is not good to hide in his room, so he is out and in the main area once more. A cup of wine sits nearby, as does a discarded book.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank is at the Bar, working on his rather odd looking laptop, drinking coffee, watching the bar.

Security interviews

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits by the notice board, scrolls, papers and the sign-up sheet spread out on the table before her. She idly twists the stem of her apple and then sets the fruit off to her side with a sigh.

Puff is in her lap, watching the painting that leads to the House of Arch.

It's possible that they are both feeling a little sorry for themselves. Sorry or not, Alanna has a job to do, and won't let her melancholy affect her judgment.

Puff, however, might glare a bit.*

[OOC: No new threads please. She'll be around later as well. :D]

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[venusadept_2]

Here's a Felix.

As he sometimes does in the mornings, he's meditating outside. Today he's on a large rock by the lake.

Interruptions will be, if not precisely welcomed, at least accepted with good grace.

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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is still in the infirmary, but is beginning to contemplate exploring the Bar. Anyone want to be a guide? Or, more likely, show her how to find the bottom of the lake?



(OOC: mun at work - therefore, not slowtime, but worktime. taggable for the next 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 hours. mun taking life into her hands and going home on two wheels. around same time, same place, tomorrow. Or in an hour, if I succumb to the need for rp.)

FIGHT!

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Garion and Ce'Nedra have a screaming row here.

(no subject)

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

There is a Darien in the bar. Why?

Because his mun needs to play someone in a relatively good mood so that perhaps she will stop grinding her teeth and giving herself a headache.

Because he's gotten used to waking up early and coffee is your friend. Come say hi.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way down the stairs, rubbing at his face with one hand. For once he does not have fuzzy slippers on. This is because fuzzy slippers make for lousy practice footwear, unless you are trying to practice your 'sabre techniques for use in the hour immediately after waking up.

He'll be outside for a while running through his forms without the remote, and then the standard remote practice, but after that he's going to come inside for breakfast near the Window. So.

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[last_adam]

[OOM: Last night, Adam and Alanna talk about busy schedules and training and Jadis.]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

After a conversation with Magius Amanda is sitting in front of the fire with her knees to her chest, staring into the flames crying. She is gently rocking back and forth.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Wondering how Jack's been lately? He's been wonderful, in an evasive sense. He's upset, angry, jealous, but he's okay. He'll survive. He's even in a good enough mood to write a ( letter to Satine. )

That being written, Jack settles down at the bar with a Belgian waffle and coffee. Life is good when you won't tell anyone what's bothering you.

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[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

Double post:

Jittery Catherine in the bar, fighting nerves and excitement and--for no apparent reason--a bad headache from last night--and Susan at the opposite end, curled up by the window and watching the universe end, her face almost (but not quite) expressionless.

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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Doctor in the bar.

He's a nice guy. Come meet him.

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[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

Gray Jay's out in his house by the lake.

Visitors probably won't be ignored.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche comes in from the House of Arch and heads for the back door and the stables.

Feel free to intercept him on the way or catch him out there.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is by the fire playing chess with himself.

He is winning. And losing. And happy to reset the board should anyone else want to play.

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[the_seafarer]

Lucy had given him a small, plain black Bible a few days ago, and Caspian, between stable duties, has taken to settling down with it and a cup of tea by the fire.

Thus far, he's made it about halfway through Leviticus. It has required rather a lot of tea.

[OOC: Off into the woods to rehearsal till 11 EST, will pick up for slowtimes then!]

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Mark finds something Quite Odd in the paper.]

The door flies open, and Mark runs into the bar, clutching a newspaper in his hand, and jumps up on the nearest table. "ANGEL! Where the hell are you?" He looks around, a bit of a wild grin on his face. Mark has News.

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

Jack of the Frost is out and about, moving gingerly and eating raisins. Well, not moving, actually. Now he's settled on a stool and just watching for a bit.


Are you doing something interesting? Or just watching too? Whichever, he'll be pleased to distract you for his own nefarious purposes a bit of conversation.

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[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

There he was, sitting in a chair situated in-between the shelves of Milliway's library, nose-deep in what appears to be an old, musty book. And if the language it's written in is something to go by, it's a book on magic.

But then, the reader gravitates to tomes on the magical arts the way a duck does to water.

It's also large - very large. And heavy.

But it's just what he wants at this moment. A book on a subject he's familiar with in a size that will obscure his face from onlookers. He's even wearing a glamour to help with his attempts to hide.


Those who know him however, won't be fooled by any of this...

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[whitest_witch]

Infirmary thread: Jadis and Kevin Fawkes talk about. . . salad. And engineering. And Other Divers Subjects.

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[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben Hawkins, (long time no see) came down stairs, ordered steak and another bottle of the anonymous cola from the bar, sat down and ate.

Once the plate was cleared and returned to the bar and only a small residue remained in the bottom of the cola bottle, he sat down for some people-watching.

Although company would be mighty fine.

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

There's a cleric in the bar who orders for dinner a light salad and a green tea.

It is worth it to note that Preston has his gloves on.

He also has, tucked under his arm, a strange-almost clunky looking laptop and a case. Taking his seat, dinner ignored, Preston sets himself to work.

Upon opening the laptop one would notice that it's rather-well-nonsteamlined. For a Country so far in the future, their technology is rather backward. However it has a small microphone that Preston is speaking into every so often.

Ask him what he's doing?

He definately looks like he could use a distraction.

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[venusadept_2]

Well, well, what have we here? It's a Djinni, sitting on a table.

And over there, by the bar, another one!

And one in the rafters!

And one outside up a tree!

And one by the fire!

And one chatting with Anonymous Patron 712!

And one monitoring the door!

And one by the staircase!

And one inspecting the lake ice!

You know, with all these Djinn about, you might expect Felix to be in evidence. Yet he's nowhere to be found.

How can that be, when he doesn't have a room?

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[badinlatin]

[See backroom post for details. ETA! Slowtimed due to OMG Time Zone Hell.]

Mal is inna bar. May have been awhile for some, but here he is.

He may or may not be looking through a book of knitting patterns that Zoe gave him for New Year's.

Beware the Knitting Captain?

Security interviews

[the_lioness]

*After a brief walk down by the lake, Alanna is back at her table, waiting for more applicants. There's a rather large thermos of coffee at hand. The coffee smells like cinnamon butter cookies.

Between interviews, she tries to write her brother a letter and contemplates cutting her hair.

It's all very exciting.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Psst... Hey. Want to hear something interesting?*


*Just listen. Under the general chatter of the bar room is the distinct sound of a violin, playing a merry dancing tune. One wouldn't think that violin music could sound exactly like the elated feeling of dancing for the pure joy of movement, whirling through the notes and melodies like the wind across fields of ripening wheat, but that just goes to show that one learns something every day.*

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[undignified]

[OOM: Home, and shopping, and X-wings are clearly the superior starfighter.]

"--okay, so a Bothan walks into--"

The door swings shut behind him as he realises that he hasn't walked into the main corridor on-base -- Wes is back in Milliways, with his orange flightsuit, bag on his shoulder and a blaster on his right hip and-- is that a sword on his belt on the left side?

"Barman says," he continues to himself after a momentary pause, eyes lighting up and thumbs hooked in his pockets as he heads for the Bar, "why the long--?"

He stops halfway there when his left hand encounters the sheathed sword and, swearing to himself, he spins round -- but the door's gone.

Wes Janson is Bound with a blastsword.

Clearly there's nothing better to do than quickly head out back by the lake, switch it on, and start tracing patterns in the air with the trail of blue sparks it produces.

Hey look! It's a bantha!

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[backwardname.livejournal.com]

"And call the accountant," Campbell calls over his shoulder to Kerri, "I could care less if his head makes you nervous, we've got some changes going on here --"

It's Judge's bark that alerts him to his whereabouts.

Kerri, who can't see the bar, just smiles -- she knows what they're looking at.

"Have a nice lunch hour," she answers.

And, smiling and holding a letter from the State of Rhode Island Department of the Attorney General, addressed to him and signed by DA Pamela Chin, Campbell Alexander and canine find themselves a booth.

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[balletrat]

*Meg and Derry have escaped the Threshold once again, today - or, possibly, been chased out, considering that it just might be Derry's goal in life to be as loud whenever her uncleaunt is around as it's possible to be.

At least Meg has gotten better at feeding the baby. More than half of the mashed bananas are ending up inside the baby, today. This is a tremendous improvement.*

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[fourth-of-three.livejournal.com]

One of the bar's many booths is up one Frenchman. The Gascon chose an out of the way spot for honing his blades today. It seems he is not eager to attract the sort of attention he received previously. Therefore, Béarnais settled in a booth with wine, a whetstone, and of course weaponry.

He's eager for an escape from this place soon, but still, as of yet, has seen no sign of the landlord. To his benefit however, he is learning patience, albeit slowly.

First Entrance

[bohemia-spirit.livejournal.com]

In order to distract the mun from one pup's breakiness and another pup's imminent nuptials...


Bohemia's entrance to Milliways is quiet and entirely uneventful.

She walks through the door, not knowing what to expect, but knowing an adventure lays beyond. When she sees the Bar, she smiles.

Appearing to be a twenties-ish woman, dressed casually but pretty, she turns in place, grinning as she looks around at the people and things in the Bar.

"Wicked."

Then she moves with a dancing step to the Bar and glances around, her eyes glinting in the light.

Bartending post

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam is behind the bar, ready to take your orders.

Have at!

(no subject)

[namo]

In through the door walk Lee, Gorlim and Námo. Though they left with one suitcase each, they return with much more luggage. Behind them is the neat and tidy suite they had occupied for the last week -- after three weeks of occupying several suites much like this one -- visible for only a moment before the door closes.

They do not remain in the bar long, walking toward the stairs with smiles and soft chatter among themselves.

[ooc: Re-entrance post -- not open for tagging. They'll have individual entrance posts later on.]

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[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

And because the mun will sleep in tomorrow, the man is making his rounds tonight.

By rounds, of course, she means to say that he is sitting at the bar instead of off in a corner somewhere, and almost looks approachable, if somewhat distracted. The coffee makes its usual appearance, now it's time for yours.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

There are two tiny, mostly Welsh princes who are two years old today.

In celebration, Cywyllog asked Bar is there was anything special in the way of treats for Earth birthdays. Bar, bless her, presented her with chocolate cake.

Two year old twins + chocolate cake = messy. Cywyllog herself has chocolate handprints all over her dress, and likely has icing on her face and in her hair, too. Fortunately, the boys are too happy for her to care what she looks like.

Stop by for a piece of cake.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray came down for practice earlier, and for breakfast, and did not spend much time on either one before going back upstairs.

He's back now. No dinner this time (or if there was, he finished it already). He's reading his book on qigong again, and paying rather more attention than before.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes back into the bar from her flat, wearing jeans, and taking her tray from the bar. She's content and in a rather sentimental mood tonight, thinking about her time here in the bar, thinking about how things have changed.

She might be a little distracted as she waits on you.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

The youngest Fray is in the bar. In a booth with a burger and curly fries and a book.

Oh, and her Security badge. Girl's gotta fund that crazy appetite now it's back

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

A man with work to do comes back into the bar. The coat hangers would suggest it was through an airing cupboard.

He looks around for a moment, then makes a beeline for the huddled figure by the fire.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Outside in the snow is a young man practicing rolls.

He's quite good at the forward one. Not bad at the backward one. The one that's most amusing to watch is the sideways one where he tends to fall on his arse.

Come poke/laugh at/chat to Guppy.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There's a Max curled up in a booth, sipping coffee and people-watching. This isn't really unusual. What is unusual is that she actually has her badge clipped to her belt. She usually lurks.

Feel free to bother the X5.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie has half a bottle of tequila and a couple limes.

All he needs now is a Darien.

Perhaps some salt.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

OOM: Last night, Asar-Suti wakes up briefly

[[Warning for completely and utterly pointless schmoopiness]]

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jackie Jack. Booth. Writing. Cocoa.

Bother.

[ ooc: mun's stomach is acting ebil. slowtime may become a neccessity soon. but slowtime is kosher! ]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard is in the bar.

At the usual table.

So tired.

So, so tired.

The kid's a doll, but he doesn't sleep more than two hours at a time.

His mun couldn't quite get things done early enough to do a tending post.

His mun also has to go to bed early-ish, so. Be aware. :D

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Because he won't shut up, and let the mun's other characters get an entrance post....

Mark is in the bar, practically -radiating- excitement. He's reading a newspaper, notably not the crinkled New York Times beside him, or the Washington Post beside that, or even the Chicago Tribune. It's the Los Angeles Times, the entertainment section. Really, they're all entertainment sections. Care to ask about the random bout of newspaper reading?

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

It's very quiet outside, and the night sky is the cold clear of winter. Utena leans against the cold glass of a window, watching her breath fog the surface, her arms crossed over her chest.

One hand picks absently at the sleeve of her school uniform jacket. It's starting to unravel.

(no subject)

[hands-unclean.livejournal.com]

You may smell lavender.

This is because Lady Macbeth has in her hands a mug of lavender tea, which tastes just like it smells.

She is feeling quiet tonight. Rouse her or simply converse as your heart moves you.

(no subject)

[mercurialist]

It's never been hard for him to find a place once he starts looking. He just...hadn't bothered to look for this one in a couple centuries.

It barely took a cursory glance once he did: Milliways stands out like a floodlight on top of a neon sign on top of the worst fucking migraine he's ever had. All boundaries between all worlds blend here; and there's only one path, of any that can be taken, that stretches quite this far.

So it's with a decisive bang that the door opens, and when a shortish man in a knit cap strides in, tufts of white-blonde hair sticking out from underneath the brim, he doesn't look at all surprised to see where he's ended up. Mercer -- known as Mercury to some, Hermes to far more -- just cracks his knuckles and laces his hands behind his head, stretching like a feline and grinning just as lazily.

"Hello, Milliways," he says to himself, and makes for the Bar proper.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( OOM: After Cooksfield, in Room 8 )

(no subject)

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

One non-pop-idol sensation in the bar.

Currently laying low at a corner table, hoping people have forgotten the whole "wearing a skimpy outfit and singing and dancing" thing.

Because, um, yeah.