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[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

A while ago, Zoe passed through the bar on her way for a walk out by the lake.

She comes back in now, heading quickly over to the bar proper for something warm to drink.

[OOC: Mun is homeworking, so tags might be slow.]

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[dragon-tamer-po.livejournal.com]

That... could have gone better.

Sally is now in the Bar. She's in a chair before a fireplace, wearing the strapless little black dress that every woman should own and a pair of strapy black heels. Her hair's swept up and held with an ornate clip, and she's still got her jewelry and makeup on.

Her expression, however, says that she's trying to forget something.

She's currently being aided in this by a glass of vodka.

Hmm...

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

(OOM: In the infirmary, Tom stops by, and notices Draco still there, descending further into madness, as nightmares and hallucinations plague his mind. There is brief discussion, and offers of help and support.)

(no subject)

[regina-nivalis.livejournal.com]

*A tall woman in glittering white and fur walks through the front door. Anyone who gets within six feet of her will notice that the air is at least fifteen degrees colder where she is. She looks (coldly, of course) around the room*

Again.

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[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

[OOM: More Harper and Alessa bonding, and uh oh, it looks like there's going to be yet another bar adoption. Also, there is leaking, and Harper panics because teenage girls don't come with schematics and he can't fix it with welding.]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: Rachel learns about Hanks wedding a little last minute...and then talks to a Witch (slowtimed) in the Infirmary]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Sitting in a booth as far away from the fire as possible Amadna is drinking a cup of coffee trying despritely to stay relaxed or at the very least focused on the book that is in front of her. She could use a distraction. Anyone and everyone would be welcome company right now.

First entrance...

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

The door swung open to admit a young woman who might have been Navajo, might have been Apache, could possibly have been a different tribe entirely. At first there was the impression, perhaps, and only for a moment, of white buckskin dress and mocassins, this was however quickly replaced by worn blue jeans and a feaux vintage 'Joe's Crab Shack' style T-shirt, this one advertising 'The Turquoise Place'

She glanced around a moment, just taking everything in, then she smiled, "Good morning!" Because any morning that she oversaw personally was a good one.

Milliways, say hello to Changing Woman

(only have about half an hour before work, but off to work now, but new pup! Couldn't wait! If slowtime works, tag away, she'll be here aaaaaall day)

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

Jack of the Frost.

In the bar with a secret.

A fairly obvious cat-that-ate-the-canary expression on his face.

Come talk with the young man curled up in the booth.

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[inquisitivehero]

A nervous and bouncy Hank McCoy is at his usual table outside the Infirmary in the Bar, tapping away at his rather odd looking laptop.

He is, of course, working away as usual. A workaholic to the core, is Hank McCoy.

Anyway, coffee, laptop, Hank.

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[worst-wizzard.livejournal.com]

Rincewind is sitting at the bar, getting some food, and looking around. Compared to the last year or so, this is nice and sane and normal. And boring. In time, he might want to go back to his slightly less boring state (such as at such point things become too interesting here) but for now he's good.

[ooc: Mun is about to sleep, so slowtime is love.]

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[whitest_witch]

Oh look. Another signpost towards Jadis infirmary threads. How strange.

(OOC: as yesterday, open for threading for 8 7 6 5 4 hours.)

Security interviews

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is back at her table with a full thermos of coffee and a partially written, barely legible letter to Thom. She continues to work on it, her foot tapping restlessly on the floor.*

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[In the bar, there is a Delia. High boots, short skirt, hair out everywhere, glass of wine and a mildly bored expression]

[Never a good combination, really]

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Into the Bar comes Barry. He's tired from having stayed up just a bit too late playing poker, but the excitement of the day is enough overcome anything like lack of sleep. And of course he's smiling. not often that a hero gets to be a groomsman for another hero.

For now, though, Barry calms himself and ponders what to have for breakfast.

[ooc: as always, slowtime for work is a possibility]

(no subject)

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Man.

Baby.

Tea.

....books?

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's sitting in a booth. He's drinking scotch, despite the time, and watching the door.

Nothing's changed much. Occasionally he picks up his newspaper and reads a bit. But mostly it's just waiting.

Enterance Post

[parlor-tricks.livejournal.com]

When one has lived as long as the deamon's head, chief of the league of shadows, one thinks that they have seen it all.

However as the playwright once said, "There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio then are dreamt of in your philosphy."

Case in point.
A man, in the bar wearing a suit and tie-suddenly perplexed by the appearance of a bar where once was a warehouse in Gotham City.

".....interesting."

It would appear that Falconi has been running yet another establishment under the noses of law enforcement.
Correct?

[ooc: Ra's Al Ghul isn't going to introduce himself as Ra's Al Ghul-just a word of warning. ^^ but please don't let that stop you from tagging.]

Entrance Post

[finn-beginagain.livejournal.com]

Riley was approaching some vampires....but he followed them through a door and at this moment, the door in Milliway's flies open and a man in a somewhat form fitting shirt, sneaks...well maybe not as sneaky as he had hoped....into the Bar and Restaurant at the end of the universe. Riley Finn glances around him bewildered, well maybe quite confused as he straightens himself out. He purses his lips and walks slowly through the place, trying to take in the fact that there's a bar in a CRYPT!

Welcome to Milliway's Riley Finn.

[OOC: Mun is in training but will be popping in and out through the day. Slowtime is love and if you need me directly please e-mail me at milliwaysreplies@gmail.com]

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

The mun's an idiot and forgot to add to her previous OOM infirmary post....
*facepalms*
(OOM: Draco meets the new doctor around, namely Kevin Fawkes. If he had been more aware, that last name would recieve some odd looks. ;) As it was, brief discussion, some sulleness, and lying, and finally, losing lucidity. Leaving Kevin to ask about shrinks.)

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben Hawkins came inside, fleeing apparently from the chilly outside. He's finally gotten over the fact that's it's cold and begun to feel the cold as it should be for someone of his climes: Very Uncomfortable.

So he is indoors. Feel free to bother, he won't mind.

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

There is a very pleased looking, beaming Elf woman seated on a sofa near the fire, her hair pulled back from her face so as to make reading the book resting on her belly a little easier.

And she humming quietly to herself again.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Wedding post over this way, desperately needing some mayhem or catastrophes or mischief. Or maybe just some tags. Either's good.]

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[killer-bride.livejournal.com]

A tall blonde woman in blue scrubs walks stiffly into the bar. A rather pink and retro key chain dangles from her hand.

Like all newbies, she's confused.

[ ooc: also, please not to be confusing her with Angua. They Look Nothing Alike™ ]

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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin's up early and around the bar, reading - not a medical journal for once, but the copy of Gulliver's Travels Darien gave him.

There's one or two people he's keeping an eye out for, but anyone is welcome.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan's in the bar, with coffee and breakfast.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is out in the paddock, giving Pistolet some exercise.

Company is welcome.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Robin in the rafters - something every bar needs. Instead of the usual gravity-defying acrobatic training techniques, though, this one's lying along a central beam, cape and bright blonde hair dangling, legs waving casually in the air, chin resting on her hands ... just watching. The smile on her face is so big it probably hurts.

This is a Robin who's very glad to be home.

[mun has to go out this afternoon, so there'll be a slowtime in half an hour or so, but will be back!]

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[captain-emerald.livejournal.com]

There's a slighly annoyed hologram in the bar in the form of Rimmer. Why isn't he happy, well if you met his family you'd know and theres the small fact he's dead, but putting all that aside he is still being shadowed by the skutter. And what is the insane little mech doing, well at the moment just following him closely but he might be tempted to wander off. Rimmer however is making for the bar to get something to eat and then to a nice seat where he can eat and read in peace, which isn't going to happen with the manic spanner about.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and conversation can be heard beyond it. "No, Jon. We're not going to adapt an opera for the project. Are you kidding? That would go over like a ton of bricks.... Well, alright. If you insist, write up soemthing and show me. I'll be open." With that, Mark hangs up his cellphone and walks into the bar, still slightly steamed from last night. Blinking, he shrugs. Didn't intend to end up here, but what the hell. He orderes a tea and sits down at a table, pulling out his books.

[ooc: Today marks the tenth anniversary of the death of Jonathan Larson, Rent's creator. RIP, Jonathan. Today's post is dedicated to him. And a bit of meta. *shifty*]

Entrance Post

[schatten-jager.livejournal.com]

The door bangs a bit, but doesn't open at first. Quite a ruckus is being made on the other side. Then the door creeps slowly open and Gabriel Knight walks through. Blood is all over him, but if you have an eye for it, you can tell that it's not human. He blinks as he looks around and shakes his head. He grunts a bit and heads over to the bar. He doesn't even seem to really care that he just walked into an extra-dimensional bar at the end of the universe.

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra sits at a table covered with papers, scissors and glue. Her black and White kitten pounces from one piece of paper to another and she regards them with interest,

"You think?" The paper is glued down.

What is she doing?

[This Mun has to go to work. Be back in a few hours.]

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[namo]

[OOM: Millitimed to Dec. 25th-30th 2005 (yeah, we got behind on threadage).

Námo, Lee, Nerdanel and Maglor arrive in Formenos, the stronghold of Maglor's grandfather in Aman. Nerdanel and Maglor speak with Finarfin while Lee and Námo first settle in, then decide to visit the market in Tirion. Nerdanel ponders alone in her room late that first evening.

A few days later, Lee meets Manwë with unpleasant results, but meets with Vairë the next day (this OOM is currently unfinished). Day or so later, Maglor is reunited with his younger twin brothers and Námo and Vairë argue.

The day before Lee takes his leave of Aman, Námo and Lee spend a quiet morning lazing in bed. After Lee leaves, Fingon comes looking for Maglor while Nerdanel speaks with her father.

Warnings go to the Vist to the Market thread and the Quiet Morning thread -- they both contain graphic sex.]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is cradling a mug of hot chocolate between her hands, and slowly unwrapping some green tea candies; it's a lazy afternoon -- her day off -- and she's enjoying the cold pale sunlight, so different from Houou's.

(no subject)

[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

Did you know that rabbits scream when they die?

At least, this one does.

High C.

Early will have to wash his hands when he goes back inside.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River sits in a booth, knees pulled to her chest, chin resting on them.

She's wearing her brown duster. It fits better, now; a little oversized at the shoulders, but Roland hemmed it well. Indy's fedora, which she's also wearing, is still too large, and is currently canted rakishly over one ear.

She has a bowl of fried paradoxes. She eats one now and then. Mostly, though, she's just watching them with interest.

[OOC: Mun is gone as of 6:30 EST; will be back in a couple of hours. Back!]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Room 147 and the corridor outside. There is reconciliation between the Holby medics.]

There is a Guppy, with a crossword.

It's the same one he was doing the other day (the answer he was seeking was mini eggs). Only a few clues remain and he is determined to finish it.

'18 down: (4,3) In reminder prepares for journey' Sixth letter 'a'.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is a little hungover, which should explain the pot of coffee, big glass of water and pancakes.

The secretive little smile can be explained by how he got the hangover.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Felix is around. At the moment he's strolling on the lake ice. Not sliding, not skating. Walking.

(no subject)

[gavemea_45]

[[Upstairs in Milliways: Dean and Sam discuss the day they had, and take some notes on Desire. Featuring, among other things, jealous!Dean and avoidant!Sam. Millitimed to late the 14th.]]

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Ex-Peacekeeper at a booth, fiddling with the circuits and buttons on a thick metal disc. Know anything about wanted beacons? No? Then bring alcohol and she won't bite.

(no subject)

[fallenbarbie.livejournal.com]

Marie has been around, she's just been quiet. After living so long in a drugged state, she's enjoying just having the ability to feel again.

She sits at a table with a book on terrorism and a bottle of sparkling water. She refills her glass, calmly adding a lime, and returns her attention back to the book.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There was a somewhat violet deity by the fireplace, in his usual male human-shape, reading a fat but somewhat cheaply made book with an expression of puzzlement.

The universe never failed to astonish Asar-Suti.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

The weather outside is cold and wet and windy and ugh; cabin fever is Eddie's mortal enemy. Thank God for the job.

Happy Hour Specials

Pisang Cold
Wet Kiss
Windy Beach

"Welcome to Milliways Wednesday Happy Hour, folks. Whatever you want, we've got it. So come and get it."

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

On the other side of the door, there was an explosion.

Well, there was always an explosion somewhere on the other side of the door, but this particular one was in Scotland, and it was the kind of thing that scours the landscape clean. And it was also the kind of thing that resulted in the door coming open in a burst of heat and light and gas smell, which was good, because otherwise the man in military fatigues would have been thrown into the door, rather than through it.

The Milliways door closes. The man stays where he is in a smoking heap.

[OOC: I've got a meeting about a web site now but should be back sometime in the next half hour to an hour. Tag if you like- I'll respond when I get back. Back now.]

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Yawning a bit, Valentine comes into the bar from the House of Arch, in one of Luke's old farmboy tunics and pants. For some reason, it was comfortable today. Plunking at a table, she pulls out a book and orders dinner from Demosthenes, settling down to eat... well, something she didn't think she ordered, and read. Feel free to bug.

(no subject)

[pirate_jack]

The front door blows open-- hard. On the other side, a heavy storm is raging, sending sheets of water across the space that can be seen.

It's a thoroughly drenched pirate that staggers in, shutting the door behind him. Jack Sparrow leans back against it for a minute, catching his breath.

Then, he takes off his soaked hat and looks sadly down at it before he shrugs and starts toward the Bar-- squelching at every step.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Dapper young writer in the bar, dressed to the nines: pinstriped blue suit and vest, a gray tie and a pair of shiny black shoes. Somebody's been to a wedding reception. He's now seated at a table, enjoying a glass of delicious, but expensive wine, scanning the crowds for people he knows.

The extra seats, however, are always available for someone he doesn't.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Over the heads of the bar crowd floats something white and pointy-nosed.

The paper airplane -- for that's what it is -- lands on a table where a fair amount of frosting is in evidence. Oops. Hope it's not ruined.


The paper airplane may have come from a booth where a teenage wizard is stretched along one side, comfortably people-watching.

Out by the lake...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

People have taken time out of their lives to teach Elaine certain things. And so, Elaine makes the determination to do her very best to reward their efforts by practicing every day that she physically can.


And so, it's a rather gloomy and chilly day, but Elaine practices every day, whether it's nice outside or not. She has her sword and is going through her drills before practicing in a more freeform way.

She's been wondering of late if the principles of formlessness in Jeet Kune Do could be employed with her swordplay. It would make sense, given the randomness of an opponent's movements in relation to her own.

When she begins her freeform, she remembers to create an imaginary opponent, and to stay centered, where she can be like water.

Other ideas, like incorporating her rune magic, becoming quicker with the spells, to throw off an opponent who isn't expecting that, come into her mind, and she files them away in her memory while fighting off her imaginary attacker.

She's very focused on what she's doing, but eventually, she'll stop and talk to anyone who is watching.

But sudden movements would be ill-advised.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone is sitting in an armchair by the fire, feet tucked up under her.

She sips absently at a cup of coffee as she watches the people pass by.



(And if she's still slightly paranoid?

Well, perhaps it's only to be expected.)

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Look!

Mercutio!

Sprawling!

Again!

Yay.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Somewhere in the bar, a lump of black feathers drops from the rafters. It makes a very solid thump upon hitting the seat of a chair.

Several moments later a man rubs very gingerly at his backside, and settles himself more comfortably at a booth.

He flags down a waitrat and places an order.

The rat returns with cookies, a pitcher of milk, and several glasses.

Somebody seems to be looking for company.

His name is probably Raven.

Stop by if you like.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Okay, this time there's really a Robin in the bar - and if the Internet conks out for another nine hours her mun is going to smash something, arghhh!

Well, to be technically correct, there's a Steph, and she's outside, by the lake, jogging. It's freezing, and she's absolutely loving it - another thing you don't get to feel when you're a ghost is cold. Flushed cheeks and red nose, and that big, cheesy grin's still there. She's almost finished her laps - come join her!

(no subject)

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is in the bar.. She's Bored and wold talk to any one


[OOC: Ginny-Mun is Sick and could leave at any time but would love to try to talk to any one.

(no subject)

[gabriel_tam]

He's been pacing the floor in his office all evening.

The first seeds of rumor are in place and ready to be started, far preparatory to making any official announcement. Gabriel knows perfectly well how quickly the media will pursue any interesting story, and this one promises to catch public attention in a big way.

The controversy and the curiosity will do more to launch his campaign than any formal, stilted announcement ever could.

And yet, now that things are poised to start moving, he feels as though the world is holding its breath. Gabriel has checked all the details compulsively, and has considered multiple strategies for timing the release of certain information-- but he can't be positive of the effects.

He hopes Simon's ready for it. That River is ready for it. That they all are.

It's with that worry in mind that he opens the door of his office and walks through into somewhere entirely different from where he had expected to be.

(no subject)

[gwion-bach.livejournal.com]

Gwion is at the bar with a cup of tea in front of him. His head is bowed, his shoulders hunched. His thumb runs over the end of the harp string on his right wrist, worrying it.

The soundboard of his new harp, he has decided, is going to be made of cedar.

It's a start.

Security interviews

[the_lioness]

*Thus far, today has been less hectic than yesterday, and Alanna has managed to get a fair bit of reading done. She's sitting on the table now, feet swinging as she watches people and waits.*

[OOC: If your pup hasn't signed up for an interview, please ping me before tagging. Thanks!]

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran Davies enters the bar, harpsong winding around him.

He is rather hoping that he will have a better evening tonight than he did on his last few bar visits.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

One dead twentysomething drag queen, on a couch by the fireplace (where else would Angel be, this time of year?), with tea and paradoxes.
Still just a bit worried about Mark's situation, and still VERY much boggling at this whole Oscar nomination thing.
Come and bother. Beware the fuzzy gender line, if you don't already know better.

(no subject)

[namo]

[OOM: Námo and Lee have an enlightening discussion that ends on a slightly sour note, but which gets Námo thinking.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Meg and Amy are sitting at a table, surrounded by piles of large gingerbread cookies. Some of the cookies are a little burned, some are quite underbaked, and some (and Lord only knows how they managed this) are both. The cookies are rather improbably shaped like rolling pins, tea kettles, toasters, frying pans, and egg beaters.

Amy has an icing tube and is very neatly writing with bright pink icing (which smells alarming like grapefruit) on each cookie:

Meg & Amy Cordully Invite You
To Keep Us From Cooking
Satourday, In The Kitchen


She's then handing the cookies to Meg, who has a bowl of lime green glitter, with which she is festooning each one, for that certain je ne sais quoi.

Derry is also decorated (though not so neatly) with pink icing and green glitter, and is sitting under the table, chattering happily to Simon Perryvall and Mr. Pemberthy. This may or may not have something to do with taking over the world.

Come say hello. You know you want to know what's going on.



[OOC: Tagging will most likely get you two very cheerful girls and a barely edible invitation to a party to be slowtimed this weekend. If you know either Meg or Amy, assume you're invited, but come say hello anyway. If you don't, well, this is a perfect time to meet them.]

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

After this conversation, Kevin is sitting alone in a booth, a pot of rapidly cooling tea on the table in front of him, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[ooc: An interesting conversation. Because needs and wants are two different things, sometimes.]

WhereamI? (Or, entrance)

[blankslatelogan.livejournal.com]

There are many places one doesn't expect to end up in upon stepping out of a New York bar. The interior of another bar would be high on that list. So, the immediate 'what the fuck?' look on Logan's face is only to be expected.

Because, really, this is strange even by his standards.

"Didn't think I'd had that much to drink..."

Confusion, of course, is swiftly replaced by a mounting edgy paranoia. His hands twitch slightly at his sides, eyes narrowing as he takes in what might perhaps be the strangest pub he's ever seen.

Scratch might be, is.

(OOC: Standard 'no affiliation with the mun who'd played another version of this character beforehand' disclaimer goes here.)

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy comes down the stairs with a platter of steaming curry.

It smells strongly of cat meat.

Tastes strongly of cat meat, too.

Anthy's expression can be summed up as: ^_^.