(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna and Adam return to Olau for a late conversation with Myles.]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

(Three or four hours after coming from this thread...)

*There's a little white cat curled up in an out-of-the way booth, sound asleep. The table of the booth has a plate on either side, each with a generous porterhouse steak and some potatoes on it, long gone cold. A bottle of wine, Atlantean, sits unopened in a little metal holder full of melted ice.*

*And so things stay until morning.*

(no subject)

[rocketsgrownup.livejournal.com]

OOM: The First Dream.

A very harried-looking freighter captain made her way into the bar from the lift, frowning as she went over to get a drink. Preferably something girly and fruity, that was pink, orange, or light green.

She had the sort of expression on her face that one has when thinking: What the hell was that about? because that was exactly what she was thinking.

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

(Coming in from this thread.)

Raina walked slowly into the bar from the wood entrance. She's covered in dry blood, as well as fresh blood, because she hadn't bothered to try and get some of it off. There's a black bag slung over one shoulder that has managed to escape fairly clean, though where it touches her is starting to look dirty.

Halfway to the stairs she stops and glances over the bar, looking for someone.

[Plot-locked.]

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

[OOM: In the House of Arch, Lucy tells Susan about Jadis' arriva;. Rated S for Sisters. The icon is entirely too happy for the actual thread, but shut up, it's what I've got uploaded.]

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

At some point, Max had snuck out of the infirmary. Of course, she would likely have been released anyway, but why bother waiting? Instead of her usual clothing she's wearing low-cut jeans and an oversized men's shirt. Her right arm is held away from her side, only slightly - it's likely hard to notice.

She's sipping a cup of tea and fiddling with a laptop, her attention focused almost entirely on it. She's chewing on her lower lip as she works, mildly frustrated.

She could probably use some distraction.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Flower petals are drifting down from the rafters.

Largely because Hellspawn is up in them, absently plucking at a pile of roses. There's a good chance that he's silently trying 'She wants me, she wants me not.' And judging by the pile of roses, he's willing to go at it for a while, until he gets the result he wants.

But he doesn't mind other people. Come say hi.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda comes in through the front door. Yes that's right she is unbound and as such her mood has only improved. After ordering tea she takes a seat near the fire to enjoy her good mood and recall good memories.

come poke at will.

Year of the Dog

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

There's Strahan, sitting by a fire (that's been charmed purple) and reading a very heavy book on the dog breeds of the world.

It's quite possible he's looking for a new form, and the fact that it's now the Year of the Dog might be influencing him to look once again amongst the canine family for his next shapeshift.

Come help him pick.

It can be any dog breed so long as it's a Border Collie - it's the only breed for which I have an icon.

(no subject)

[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Santino opened the door, a warm Italian breeze following him in. Again, the sights and sounds of unending nightlife filter in, filtering into nothing as the door closed behind him.

He didn't look too suprised to be here again. Someone buy him a drink?

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amadna walks up to the Bar and places a Note. "Lady Bar can you please deliver this to Archie Kennedy whe next he is in the bar."

( Archie Kennedy )

The note is absord, "Thank you."

(no subject)

[jeannie-genie.livejournal.com]

Jeannie is supposed to be grocery shopping.

Somehow, blinking the cupboards full of food and blinking herself into the bar seemed more entertaining... so that's what she did.

Pleased, she makes her way-- one might call it 'sashays,' if one can sashay in pink harem pants-- to a barstool, content to people-watch.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

[OOC: No music today. That doesn't mean I haven't thought of more, but a plot has reared its ugly head and the music won't fit. See back room for details.]

There is a Felix in the area. He is feeling belligerent. Don't let this mean you can't talk to him, but he will do his best to get you to fight.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce is in the bar at a table munching on breakfast. He is looking rather rumpled this morning in his pajamas and with hair that looks like he tried to comb it(which he did) and it escaped anyway(which it did).

So, scientist and superhero, breakfast, pajamas. Have at.

(no subject)

[floating-skull.livejournal.com]

There's a skull sitting on a table. It has eyes. Sometimes these eyes move.

Maybe they move when you pass by. This is more likely if you're a woman, though something decidedly inhuman will get a glance no matter the gender.

But it's a skull. Sitting on a table. Looking. It might be up for talking if you come say hi.

(no subject)

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

A tall, red-headed vampire walks into the bar. Kate's just woken up, so she's been caught in black pyjama pants and a black tank top again. She orders a coffee from the bar - to keep her hands warm - and then settles on a couch. She'll people watch for a while before heading back home.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

There were two young Native American women sitting across from each other in a booth, sharing a cinnamon roll bigger than either's head and laughing.

Occasional snippets of conversation sounded a bit like: "Told them you'd be here by New Year's" and "Pity I haven't seen everyone yet" among other things, could be heard over the general noise of the breakfast-time bar.

So there y'go, Superhero and a Legend-Goddess in a booth, go talk to them or something, if you just want one, say so, s'simple to do.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Thunk. Thunk.

Someone sitting in the right part of the Bar might conceivably notice a noise coming from one of the back walls. (Exactly which parts of the Bar are the right parts is an exercise best left to the reader.) It's not much of a noise, and it only happens every several seconds, but it's a fairly distinctive sound: thunk, pause, pause, thunk.

Those who are inclined to investigate, or those who are already out behind the Bar, will discover that this small noise is small for a reason. It's the sound of an English soldier working off a bit of frustration with a football, and since there is no pitch, he's forced to use part of the back wall and a couple of sticks jammed into the ground instead.

At least he's not doing it anywhere near the door?

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara.

Coffee.

Wedding pictures.

Amused expression.

Bother.

[ooc: Class in 40 minutes and slowtime afterwards.]

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

Martha Sowerby is sitting at the bar poking at a small bowl of dipping dots.


Somebody tell her that you're supposed to eat them.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Lobo, bar, breakfast.

Have at, he is in a damn good mood this morning.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank bounces in from X-Earth and disappears upstairs for a short while.

Okay, maybe a little while longer than that.

But then he is bouncing back downstairs and in a good mood as he settles at his usual table near the Infirmary.

"Ah, home, sweet home."

He pulls out his rather odd looking laptop, and flags down a wait rat. A few minutes later, a large lunch is in front of him... or really to the side of him and he is tapping away between bites.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack has, for the second consecutive day, quite forgotten his shoes. Curled up in a booth in all his shoeless glory, he's also wearing modern clothes again: khakis, a white t-shirt and a tan plaid button down shirt. This combination does nothing but accentuate that he has more body mass in his torso than in his pencil thin legs.

There's a book--and yes, he is reading it, rather than pretending for the sake of Deep Thoughts.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM, kind of: In Room 82, Michael and Kitt continue what began on a sofa, just behind closed doors. [That's right, kids. Smut.])

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

Kitt was downstairs again, looking sore but sated, and there was hot chocolate to be had, more than that.

And she was... somewhat packed. There was a birthday to get back to. But surely she could be caught for a little while.

(no subject)

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out Of Milliways: Did you know? For a flower to give fruit its petals must die.

And later: Fruit.]

(no subject)

[whitest_witch]

Lo, and also, behold. Jadis, milk, book, bored expression.

OOM

[bloodyrockgod]

[OOC: OOM: Charlie gives Darien a guitar lesson. And then they get distracted. Rated Triple S for Silly, Schmoopy and Smutty.]

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits.

Magius sits near the fire.

Magius reads as he sits near the fire.

Magius's eyes glow with silver fire as he reads as he sits by the fire.

Magius's eyes glow with silver fire as he reads a book that glows purple as he sits by the fire.

Magius's eyes glow with silver fire as he reads a book that glows purple and turns the pages without touching the book as he sits by the fire.

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks downstairs. Greg has been studying assiduously, and Lust doesn't know about him, but she needs a break. So here she is.

Entrance Post.

[i-aughra.livejournal.com]

She's been gone a while. Maybe you missed her. Maybe you haven't. Whichever way, she's back!

The Door opens to admit a short, scraggly seer. She is also soaking wet, which has done nothing to improve her baseline grouchiness.

"Belthrig storms. Couldn't wait until Aughra got home!"

Aughra stops suddenly. "And still not home. Well, it will do."

She stomps across the floor, heedless of the trail of water she's leaving behind her. The instant she hops up on a stool, a large puddle begins to form beneath her as water drips out of her stained robes and tangled, grey mane.

"Kranz wine! Hot!"

(no subject)

[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

Narcissa Malfoy is sitting quietly at a table, picking at a fruit plate and occasionally sipping tea. Her eyes are fixed on the infirmary, because she'll be damned if her son's going to slip out on her again.

...why no, she doesn't know her sister's locked in the cells. Won't it be fun when she finds out?

(no subject)

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Now, might be I reckon, as there was a conversation once upon a sometime as went mayhap just a bit like this:

Oh please oh please don't throw me in that -- lessee, it ain't a briar patch... Restaurant, bar... I s'pose "restaurant" at least scans right. Guess that'll have t'work.

Oh please oh please don't throw me in that restaurant, Miz Typist.

Might be.

An' either way, 'cause literary convention still holds true even when th'story belongs in an oral tradition, wouldn't you say, seems t'me there's that damn fool Rabbit gettin' tossed in on his ear.

Well, metaphoric'lly, leastwise.

(no subject)

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

It's quite possible Slytherin is just used to wandering into Milliways by now. His attention on his manuscript, his wand scribbling hurried letters. He sits at the bar and taps the wine goblet that appears.

Same thing every blessed time. His red bloodwine.

He may divulge the many secrets his manuscript holds, if you are polite.

Or pureblood.

Either works.

(no subject)

[no_justice]

Curry.
The food of anthropomorphic personifications.
I'd write a post dedicated to curry, but I don't want to.
So I won't.
Pretend this post had content.
Here, have a Death.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is in the bar, but that is hardly new. More importantly, Ace is curled up on the couch, with her old favorite soccer-ball blanket, and a cup of tea balanced on the couch arm. At least she's comfortable?

Comfortable, and dozing.

That cup's going to take a short flight to the floor if she isn't careful.

(ooc: Be back fifty minutes ish. Gotta go to rounds. Back.)

(no subject)

[the-silver-lady.livejournal.com]

An Elven lady is seated near a window, looking out at the endless destruction.

She is singing softly, entranced.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!"

She would welcome company.

[ooc: Must ask for slowtime. Will be back in a couple of hours, I hope.]

(no subject)

[bunny-cula.livejournal.com]

If you look up in the rafters, you will likely find a few patrons on any given day.

But if you do that, you'll likely miss Bunnicula. He's currently curled up under a table, fast asleep, with an emergency carrot tucked nearby.

As he's strictly nocturnal, threads may be millitimed to just after sunset.

(no subject)

[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

After this, he had entered the bar and still has yet to leave. But his boots are all dried off, and so has his coat even if it may carry a swampy smell now.

Not so hidden in a booth, with a cup of coffee cooling near his elbow, he is polishing those riding boots and humming an old song.


Up the airy mountain, through the rushy glen
We daren't go a-hunting for fear of little men.
Wee folk, good folk, trooping all together
Green jacket, red cap and white owl's feather

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Near the fire are two medics playing scrabble.

"I don't believe you, add it up again."

"Fine. Laparoscope. 1+1+3+1+1+1+1+3+1+3+1 equals seventeen, double word score makes thirty four, fifty bonus points for putting my seven letters in front of your 'cope'. Makes eighty four."

Abs scowls and produces an 's'. Guppy does a quick add up.

"Eighteen then."

(no subject)

[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Jack walks in, soaking wet. That's because it rained for four days straight on the island.

What joy.

He shivers, and wanders up to the bar, grabbing a cup of coffee, and then sits very close to fire. As close as he can without actually being in it.

(no subject)

[stopped-signal.livejournal.com]

Superhacker in the bar, still working away at his laptop. It's quite possible he's been there all night.

See, he talked to a couple of people and got some ideas, and yesterday he met the closest thing he has to a goddess, in the form of Philotic Jane, and got some inspiration.

And now? He has a project.

There's a person or two he'd like to talk to about it. And whether that's you or not, expect to be talked at about it if you come by. But don't let that put you off.

[ooc: heading home - will pick up all tags when I get there]

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

Brilliant young doctor at the bar.

Checking over a copy of the inventory list from the infirmary.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel has curry.

Because why the hells shouldn't she have curry? She asked Bar to recommend something, and was rewarded with a chicken balti. With a garlic naan.

So she has curry. At a table in the middle of the bar, security badge pinned to her gunbelt. But mostly: Curry.

(no subject)

[princeinexile]

[OOM: Millitimed sometime mid-morning, Aang comes to bother Zuko in his room and try and play nice. Rated E for Emo, L for Linkin Park, A For Avatar Aangst. In progress, yo.]

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Steph - not in the rafters, not jogging around the lake, not even standing on her hands - just sitting quietly in a booth, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, drinking green tea, and reading.

Hey, you can't be hyperactive all the time.

(no subject)

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

Who in their right mind would eat icecream in the middle of winter?


A rather cheerful Jack of the Frost might. Do mind the dip in temperature as you pass his booth. A little cold to be chalked up to being a draft.

Entrance Post

[capt-bogbot.livejournal.com]

((pre-Milliways))

The door flies open, sparks can be seen in the background, a mechanoid falls through it and picks himself up, he's back online now, but his visual units are still down.

"Ah so this must be Silicon Heaven!"

((and now in the right place, apparently my ear infection has melted into my brain!))

(no subject)

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Babys boats a silver moon,
In the back of the bar
sailing or the sky
sailing or the sea of dew
A hunchback is sitting
while the clouds float by
Baby's fishing for a dream fishing near and far
her line a silver moonbeam is her bait a silver star
Sipping his wine and sharpening pencils with nimble fingers and a knife.
The shavings collect in a small pile on the table.
sail
baby sail
out across the sea only don't foregettosailbackagaintome.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

[OOM:In which things are done.]

"FINE! NO CANNONS!" Enter: A Tub, followed by three 'children': Lock, the demon, Shock, the witch, and Barrel, the skeletal boy.

They come bearing gifts things.

(no subject)

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Limité

Part 1

Intermission

Part 2

Epilogue]

Enterance!

[jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com]

[ Just after-This!]

There's a child in the bar.

More accurately being flung through a door-as if pushed. As the door closes one might be able to hear sound of gunfire-

Or it might just be your imagination.

Standing, he rubs at his head where there is a rather large purple-y bruise growing.

And then his eyes go big.

Very. Very. big.

Welcome to Milliways Robbie Preston.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

[OOC: We interrupt your regularly scheduled presence post to bring you the Djinn. Also, in case anyone is interested, no final decisions have been made regarding roles for what I am calling the Sol Blade Plot.]

One week ago, nine Djinn scattered themselves through a bar. The Adept who generally accompanies them was absent. The same appears to be the case tonight. As before, they are all over.

One by the fire, one on the Bar, one by the front door, one by the stairs, one in the rafters, one in a booth, one lurking in a dark corner, one on a table near the middle of the room, and one wandering aimlessly.

Talk to them?

(no subject)

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

[Last night, after the fight with Tahiri.]

There's a Joiner Jedi sitting at a booth, staring in to his lomin ale and angsting. Been a while since he's actually had a reason to mope, and Zekk's not enjoying it one bit.

Especially with no Jaina around to comfort him. So. Zekk. At a booth. And very much into the whole self-loathing and self-pitying thing tonight. He is, however, looking up every once in a while to see if she's around.

Just, cause.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Steph, with a slightly - okay, very - tipsy Edward Elric using her as support. They make their way over to Bar, and Steph plants Ed firmly in a chair nearby. "Stay there, Hep, and wait."

She leans over Bar, dangling Ed's room key and her own. "Bar, sweetie? We've both got rooms already, but we both need roommates - at least, this one clearly does." She gestures at Ed, who looks blearily up at her, and then closes his eyes and falls asleep.

"So - if I give you back these keys, can we have a suite? Just a little one? Separate bedrooms, but whatever else, we'll share."

Bar aquiesces, by way of replacing the two single-room keys with two matching keys to a different room, and shifting Steph's tab up quite a bit.

"Thank you!" She plants a quick kiss on the shiny surface and scoops up her new keys. "Hep? Let's go!"

Ed's only response is a heavy, drunken snore. Steph sighs, hoists him up again, and they set off up the stairs.

First entrance...

[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

There was, perhaps, an explosion, and the smell of deisel burning, maybe.

There was definitely a thump though as a body fell from the ceiling, and another thump as a second, matching body fell onto the first.

They were there for a split second, and then gone, a writhing mass of ... we'll call it 'ghost' for simplicity's sake, taking their place.

Then they coalesced into two seperate people once more, white suits clearly un-burnt, and only a little dusty from having landed on the floor.

One of the pair tugged his jacket straight while the other scanned the bar, eyes hidden behind dark glasses, "This is... interesting." The first nodded, "Very interesting."

Milliways, say hello to the Twins.

(no subject)

[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir sits by the fire with his feet up and a tankard of ale.

He would deny brooding.

(He totally is, though.)

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's been in the bar for a while, doing various kinds of paperwork. You probably haven't really seen him. However, he is there. In a baseball cap (see icon) and a t-shirt: Don't ask me, I'm just the handleman, not a Vice President. It looks rather old and well-loved. His camera's on the table. And really, he could use conversation.

(no subject)

[still-michael.livejournal.com]

Well, look at that-- Michael came downstairs.

He and Kitt would be leaving the bar eventually. And eventually was probably soon, since Kitt had been packing up a few things. But for the moment...

Well. There could still be people Michael might want to check up on, or who might want to check on him.

Year of the Dog Part Two.

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

[After this...]

There's a medium-sized, black and white dog running about the bar.

It has one brown eye and one blue eye.

And it seems to be looking for something white, wooly and moving about in flocks.

Or maybe his eye is on the customers.

As long as it has legs and moves, he'll round it up until he drops from exhaustion.

Perhaps a dog biscuit might distract him?

(no subject)

[twiststheblade]

Miho has acquired a pack of cigarettes from Bar, as the salesman wouldn't give her one, and is perched on the arm of a chair, by the fire, smoking and idly watching the flames. And, of course, we mustn't forget the little wire cat, which is trying to undo the laces on her rollerblades. Unsuccessfully.

(OOC: and mun must flee.)

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel, couch by fireplace, pizza, tea, fuzzy gender line.
Business as usual, then. He'll share the pizza, if the pineapple isn't an issue.

(no subject)

[watching_you]

Veronica Mars is in the bar, her hair pulled back and her feet propped up on a table.

She's got a nice big cup of coffee and a notepad, and she's alternating between writing things down and chewing her pen to bits.

Oh, she's plotting.

She's plotting harder than she ever has in her life.

Chocolate Milk, AWAY.

[air-scooting.livejournal.com]

After talking to Zuko upstairs, Aang decided it was time for sweets and to have the prince join him in doing so. Literally leaping down the stairs, Aang landed and jumped again over the heads of many in Milliways; he aimed right to the bar, landing on a stool.

Slamming a fist (lightly) onto the bar, in some goofy way to look 'badass' or 'suave', Aang shouted, "Two chocolate milks, please!"

One for him, and one for Prince Zuko. Mwahahaha.

(no subject)

[purifying-flame.livejournal.com]

There is a miko, watching the fireplace a bit idly.

Sometimes all you need is the comfort of something familiar.

And to Rei, this is certainly that.

Multi-pup post

[capt_angie]

Helga is sitting by the fireplace. Her sewing basket is at her feet and she is working on a new project- a traveling cloak in deep purple intended for the eldest of her two brothers. So far she only has the patern pieces cut out, and at the moment she is pinning the lining to the material.


Angelina is at a booth eating a steak dinner and drinking a butterbeer and flicking through a copy of 'The Quibbler' and laughing occasionally at one of the stories.

Drusilla is sitting at a table alone, apart from the baby doll she is cradling softly and crooning lullabies to.

Any one of them would appreciate company.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Driscoll in the bar, still without shoes, still in modern clothes.

And, yep, still reading a book. Though it's a different one this time! Please be to ignoring the stack of books next to him.

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust is not above taking a whole day away from the man who's engrossed in reading books.

So she is here still, people-watching and sipping a glass of wine contentedly.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There is once again a strangely dressed-down Max curled up in a booth, fiddling with a laptop. It's not the same booth as it was last night, so she has moved, at some point. She seems frustrated.

Then there is a sudden grin, and a triumphant cry of, "Gotcha, you bastard!"

Come poke the X5 before her good civil mood is ruined again?

(no subject)

[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra sits at a table in the bar her feet up on one chair and her black and white kitten sitting on her knees. The cat looks rather wet and Petra is smiling brodly as she dries him off with a small rag.

(no subject)

[wizard_dresden]

My name is Harry...

I'm in a bar...

I should stop singing to the tunes of strange children's wind-up toys.


It's scary.

(no subject)

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She's sipping a coke at a table.. alone. Any one can fix that

(no subject)

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

The couch by the fire is currently occupied by an angel.

The fallen kind.

More specifically the fallen wingless angel named Xas.

He is watching the fire meditatively, though he does occasionally pass a sleepy glance around the room.

He wouldn't mind company.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine rushes downstairs.

She might have forgotten something.

Oh! She forgot she had to work today.

Bother.


She grabs her tray from Bar and goes to look for people to serve.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

By the fire is Guppy, listening to music on his CD player whilst scritching the sleeping black cat on his stomach.

Come poke him.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

She has eschewed tea in favor of something stronger this evening, but the slight headache remains, to judge by the faint line on her brow.

Despite this, Moiraine is sitting at a corner table, where the light is not too bright but where she maintains a clear view of the room. A glass of spiced wine is at hand, and a much-read anthology of poetry lies open on the table before her.

The look in the dark eyes is one of thoughtfulness; perhaps even quiet resignation. Occasionally, she glances at the front door.

[OOC: I am studying, but needed the distraction. Replies may be a touch slow, but will come.]

Entrance Post

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Lethe opens her eyes and she is lost.

She glances about, startled and certain that she is someplace she has never been before. (To be completely honest, almost anywhere can be categorized as someplace she hasn't been before. But Hades isn't nearly as pleasant, nor as finely decorated. The people, she notes, don't look quite as dead either.)

She blinks once more - just to be certain she's not imagining things - and ducks her head in some sort of attempt at invisibility.

If anyone would like to help a confused (and mildly frightened) nymph, it would be greatly appreciated.

(no subject)

[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene pops her head around the door.

The bar is still there, and so she breaks into a wide smile and steps inside, happily surprised, and this time sans feather-duster.

Looking around, she doesn't see anyone she knows, so she heads over to the bar for a cup of blackberry tea.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells is in a better mood now than he was earlier. Thank the Landlord for small mercies, 'cos for a while there he was in one mother of a vile temper.

Now, though, he's picked up a bit, so he's got himself a nice vegetarian curry straight from the Bar thank you very much, and a spot near the door, and an empty chair or two at his table.

He's not bitey at the moment, so come by and say hi if you like.

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[withamagicword]

From here:

Captain Marvel trudges into the bar, looking rather hangdog and looking for a particular face.

His eyes scan the crowd as he peers around the place.

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael woke up this evening in the same booth in which he had fallen asleep the night before while waiting for Jason. The wait-rats had long taken the cold food and drink away, and Jason had not come. It was certainly possible that Jason had come in late and not wanted to wake Yrael, but that was very unlikely. It was also possible he had slept outside, but that was even less likely. So naturally, Yrael was rather concerned.*

*At the moment, Yrael is quickly heading past the lake towards the woods, with the intent of searching for his truant friend.*
Brother.

(ooc: Plot-locked, say sorry.)

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[gonna_live]

The mule's running well enough that Kaylee can't continue repairs until they touch down somewhere -- testing to be done that can't be done in the cargo bay. Which means that right now she's free to wander into the bar, looking a hell of a lot less grimy and frustrated than yesterday. Kind of tired, though.

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[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

There's an alpha werewolf sitting and grading papers at a table near the fire. He'd been unBound at some point and had been kidnapped from work again. He doesn't seem to mind too much.

The mun promises no biting if poked.

((No AIM atm. Sorry.))

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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"...huh. Definitely not the officer's club."

Not that Hawkeye's complaining. Milliways does some damn good drinks, and it's always good to hide out somewhere that doesn't have a Frank Burns.

So he grins to himself and makes his way to the Bar, contemplating what to order. Feel free to give him some ideas.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Peacekeeper inna booth. Shiny badge.

She's twiddling with the beacon still, but seeming rather happy.

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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Alanna spends the day in the security office. Sikozu, Erin, Belgarath, Aeryn, Tahiri and Mordred stop by to discuss their new positions. Adam and Alanna make plans for the evening. Ace is added to the list of people Alanna shouldn't be allowed to speak with because Mischief is plotted. Barry and Max stop by with security concerns. Last but certainly not least, Alanna meets Bellatrix. *collapses*]

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

(Millitimed to be before Danny doom)

Dana was resting upstairs while Peter was off shift on guard duty, and getting a short bite to eat. The long-term strain was obvious on his haggard face. He sighed some, and sipped some coffee.

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[richest-duck.livejournal.com]

Scrooge takes his glass of tea and his sandwich and his newspaper over to one of the booths. With a bit of juggling, he manages to deposit his load safely on the table.

There really is nothing more relaxing than stirring one's tea and reading a newspaper, to stay up to date with the latest financial happenings. Of course, this newspaper is from the year 2025, but that doesn't bother him much. Stranger things have happened here.

He wouldn't mind some company.

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[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is sitting in a booth, a now empty plate sitting in front of her. She's looking around the bar, possibly looking for a couple certain people she hasn't seen in a while, due to her being M.I.A. for the last few days.

[plot-locked. Sorry]