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[gramarye1971]

For once, Merriman's choice of reading material isn't in the category that might be defined as 'scary-intellectual'. It even has pictures in it.

All right, black-and-white drawings. But The Wind in the Willows is perfect reading material for the time of year, and it goes wonderfully well with tea and a small plate of ginger biscuits.

Any similarities of personality between Merriman and one of the book's four main characters is, of course, purely coincidental.

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[badinlatin]

There is a Captain.

A Captain Inna Bar. With Calligraphy pens even!

Limited Engagement; please tip your waitrats.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After this ...]


Puck ambles slowly outside, carrying something in one hand. His feet and chest are bare, but he seems not to mind the cold.

He reaches the edge of the woods and places the something in the branch of a tree.



A bottle of Dove shampoo.




... Well, hey.

Dove for peace.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael is curled up in a dim booth with a cup of tea, reading some Sayers. (Escapism of the angelic sort). It's probably for the best that this isn't the brightest of spots, because he's really not looking his best - a little pale, perhaps. He looks rather as though he hasn't slept for a week.

He is, as ever, incredibly willing to be interrupted.

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[kitchen_maid]

(NB: This is an ecomony entry post, and therefore features no verbs, adjectives, or adverbs. Those you only get with your business class entry posts.)


Amy.

Tea.

Company?

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[hopeitsworthit]

[ooc: After this]

Eleven minutes and thirty-six seconds later the boys are downstairs, their belongings (read: weapons and the clothes they've acquired during their stay) in hand, they head for the door.

"Hold up," Dean says, dropping his stuff and walking over to the bar proper.

He comes back a minute later with a a couple bottles of water, a few bags of chips, a fan belt and a tool box.

"Okay, now let's go."

And out the door and into the cold Kansas night they go.

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

There's that man again, Sands, looking distinctly ruffled this time round; shirt still buttoned crookedly and his walking stick not so much hanging casually from his arm as being held in a vice-like grip of doom.

He's walking with a slow and measured care up and down the wall, pausing every so often to apparently try and pry the brick open. Thus far, all attempts are proving unsuccessful.

However, if the litany of curses being ceaselessly muttered under his breath is anything to judge by, he isn't going to be giving up anytime soon.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone is drowsing in an armchair by the fire.

It's unclear how long she's been there, but the roses Saionji gave her have long been put in the greenhouse. Only one is still with her, held loosely between her fingertips.

The dark red petals make her skin look pale in the chill morning light.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Samantha has some news for Andrew. Rated A for Angsty moments, S for schmoop and TL for true love. ♥]

(no subject)

[undignified]

Wes is out back. He doesn't care that it's dark -- makes his blaster bolts and resultant explosions more visible.

He's set up a line of crude targets, just a bunch of cans set on the grass a little way away.

They've still got soda in them; 's what the explosions are.

He's got a whole pile of cans beside him, but he's only setting five up at a time, so after every five blasts he has to head over and set up more: even in the dark, all his shots are dead on.

Don't creep up on him.

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[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

It's very very very late at night.

That is why Buffy is sneaking downstairs in her PJs to get ice cream from Bar, curling up on one of the big cooshy chairs by the fire to eat aforementioned ice cream.

Yes, it makes sense. The heat has to counteract the cold. Duh.

Entrance

[genius-aspires.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways. Whitetext throughout.]

The door opens, blowing in a strong gust of rainy wind. A man walks through and he has a purpose about his stride, resolve written in every line on his face. He's soaked through and his hair's a mess - with the fact that he's short of stature, one glance might make you think that he's just a regular man.

And you'd be right, he is. He has an important job though and he wants to do it, regardless of everything that tells him he shouldn't.

But now he's here, wherever here is. And not looking all that pleased about it.

(no subject)

[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

He sits at the bar, drinking up a cup of black coffee that's so thick with sugar he could chew it. Dressed in the long black coat that smells of stagnant water. The pale irises of his eyes are swallowed up by widening pupils when his door appears again.
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
He continues to drink his coffee.

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

Changing Woman was over near the fire, sitting crosslegged and humming softly to herself, basket against her hip. The blanket over the top of it bumped and bunched up occasionally. And also, the entire thing was cheeping, softly. It made her smile, and sometimes drop breadcrumbs into it.

(will be headed to work soon, but should be a fairly slow day. This warning goes for any of my pups to follow as well, and recycled entrance post? Whut? >,>; so, yeah, finally here, gonna be a slow day totally, entertain me? Please? Same goes for Clive and Adric above. )

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive was off watching the observation window, a mug held between both hands, it was cinnamon chai topped with marshmallows. It was what Bar had come up with when he'd asked for something warm the night before, and he'd decided he liked it. He was surprisingly un-gothy, CD player balanced on the railing, headphones on. Plz not to be sneaking up.

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric was collecting abandoned dishes, dragon still on his shoulder, carrying a basket for the silverware, sure, they'd been doing the same thing the night before, but there were always more dishes to wash. The boy was humming to himself, and the dragon was whistling along, sort of. He sounded a bit like a teakettle. He would both, more than likely, welcome conversation and interruptions of their work.

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks down from her room and takes up a spot at the bar. She glances around furtively, then leans down and whispers to the bar, "Can you supply ..." Then her lips move soundlessly, or perhaps she speaks so softly because she doesn't want anyone to hear.

But Bar doesn't respond anyway. Lust sighs softly and orders a glass of wine for breakfast.

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

The door opened and shut once again, beholding Santino once again. He purchased a bottle of wine and took a seat, pouring himself half a glass. He swirled the glass and took a wiff. Apparently pleased, he set the bottle down.

Come on, dollface, come and bore him.

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[withamagicword]

Out back, Captain Marvel is flying.

There is a sensation to it that he will never get tired of, of being free, and unencumbered, of being able to forget the problems and troubles that come with living two lives, and having a world under siege. The wind whipping through his hair and the feel of being weightless just make him smile.

And so, out back, sometimes high, sometimes low, around lake and Bar and trees, Captain Marvel is flying.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank settles into a chair at the Bar, munching on chocolate muffins from a plate next to him. A large mug of chocolate flavored coffee, pr coffee flavored chocolate perhaps, sits next to him, as he watches the room.

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

It's morning, too, too early, and Random's on a sofa, clutching coffee like a lifeline and sitting with his eyes closed because owowowow hangover. It wasn't even his fault this time. You can't leave friends drinking alone, anyone can tell you that.

But anyways, Random's there and not particularly regretting any of it, but most certainly feeling all of it. Hair may also be sticking up in odd places, due to complete neglect to find a comb.

If you talk too loudly, you may get hissed at. If you bring asprin, he'll love you forever.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace, at the Bar. She only came in a few minutes ago, the dust from the last planet still coating her boots. In fact, she's still in the process of hitching herself up onto a barstool.

"Soup, if y'please, love. Chicken soup." She orders, her voice a bit hoarse. The reason for this becomes immensely clear when, a few moments later, she begins coughing in a manner that threatens to dislodge her lungs.

It's been a very, very long day.

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[onetruth-sleuth.livejournal.com]

It's lunchtime, and Conan is sitting at a table in a booster seat(thank Lady Bar), a plate of pancakes before him. Hey, he's woken late this morning!

Feel free to come by. Surely, a kid his size can't possibly finish that big stack of pancakes on his own.

(no subject)

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

OOM: So, were you wondering why Satine was so upset the last time you saw her in the Bar? The Anti-"Elephant Love Medley" might explain a thing or two. Truths are told, songs are sung, and nobody escapes with a dry eye.

( Silly love songs? Maybe not. )

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a Mordred in the bar. No badge, just himself in his black jacket and plan pin-stripped pants.

Just himself, drinking. Not steadily, but not slowly, either.

[ooc: tag may be slow, as mun is very tired. But they will come]

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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

Nice day, isn't it?

nice day for a white wedding

Dworkin most certainly thinks so. He's out and about and in the bar and he has his pencils on the table, sketching like mad and fleshing out a picture of an old man (not Dworkin- else. A first commission, as it were) sitting in a booth and holding wine.

(no subject)

[un_fallen]

Raguel stomps in, glowering, and flings himself down at a table by the lakeside door. His bag lands at his feet with a muffled thunk, and has hardly touched the floor before his hands are busy with cigarette and lighter. Respite in place, he hunches over it and stares at the glowing end, settling down for a nice afternoon brood.

(OOC: Mun will only be around for a couple of hours, but slowtime keeps me sane during the week is always welcome.)

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

The Rivan King wanders in the front door and, despite his upcoming shift, heads immediately for the infirmary. There are a few minutes spent there before he comes out, his tiny wife in his arm dozing lazily against his shoulder. Her hand is wrapped protectively around her belly but for the most part, she looks utterly calm in his arms. The only troubling thing is the slight wheeze in her breathing.

It's no trouble to get behind the bar, but while he can no doubt serve drinks...writing the specials up might prove somewhat of a hassel with his bundle. Thus, with only a small wince of regret, he whispers a word and the letters appear on the board, mildly neater than if he'd actually written them with his hand.
Silver King Cocktail
Chocolate Monkey
Cherry Garden
Green Hope
and Ale or Mead.

Then one hand runs through his wife's hair as he gives her a soft kiss to the cheek and tries to relax.

"What'll it be?"

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[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

Slack is not just in the booth.

She's mostly asleep in the booth.

There is a book in front of her -- specifically The Zombie Survival Guide, because why not? -- but she's less reading it as staring at it.

Long, long week.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> February 5th, 2006: The Games

[OOM: Goldy and Miho engage in some competitive target practice in the woods. The deadlier of the pair eventually sets her sights on something other than pine cones, but, somewhat surprisingly, ends up not getting her own way. Today.]

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

It is Sunday, and is befitting of this day, Jack is taking a break. Last night he had stealthed back in the bar with a few writing, reading, and organizational materials, heading up to his room to sleep. He's now in a booth, writing (for pleasure), with hot chocolate and no shoes. He didn't need the bothersome things, anyway.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

There is a soldier in the bar, and he's had a heck of a day. Sometimes just looking at your calendar is enough to tick you off. The morning's workout didn't help much, although it at least took the edge off, so now he's got a bit of lunch.

It's getting cold. Mostly 'cos he's taking a stab at using the brush-pen again. That Prince Zuko kid the other night didn't recognise the use of a ball-point pen, so if he's going to ever be able to leave notes for the boy about target practise he's likely going to have to write in the same language.

Unfortunately, he doesn't actually know Zuko's language, so he's reduced to practising the techniques of the brushpen by writing in... er, Arabic.

At least it's good handwriting...?

(no subject)

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

Baby.

Booth.

Books.

He closes the last of them, looking at Andrei very carefully before looking around the bar...for someone.

[ooc: plotlocked, if you please.]

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jason's Room]

OOC: Go ahead and give me a Ping and come on up!

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

One corner of the bar is set up in a very makeshift theatre fashion. There's a sheet set up against two poles, and the requisite distance away, in the midst of chairs, is a projector. Popcorn and drinks are on a table off to one side, along with bowls.

Looks like everything's set up for a film showing. Now all that is needed is people. Come on over, even if you don't know what's going on.

[ooc: Note: This is very slowtimed. Tag as you wilt. And. The links in the film posts are to the lyrics/dialogue for that part, for those of you who don't know Rent.]

(no subject)

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

Jack is in the bar, in a booth. Clutched on his lap is an inconspicuous black bag, in which two months worth of knick knacks are hidden.

Yes, it's a small bag.

At the moment, he's reading a book out of it. Poetry by Robert Frost. Feel free to laugh.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max, booth, coffee. This is not unsual.

She's frowning to herself, going over a couple pages in her notebook. Over. And over. And over.

Poke the X5 out of the apparent infinite loop?

(no subject)

[wm-sidle.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Will faces reality.]

He walks downstairs, taking a look around, and is glad when he doesn't see Sara.
Fathers be good to your daughters...
She had friends, family, and a man who would fight for her. She didn't need him.
Someday, I won't hate your memory, Dad.

"Could I have a pen and some paper?"

( Note for Sara )

That done, he watches the letter vanish.

And then he walks out the door.

[ooc: Will is retired. Thank you one and all.]

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Sunday afternoons are dull. Boring and dull.

And Mel is bored. And a bored Mel means trouble.

Or sometimes, as in this case, a bored mel means the rafters are an interesting place to watch, as she's up there doing a handstand.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

There is an operation going on on a table in a booth near the trilobite tank. The doctor and the nurse are poking at the patient with a very steady hand. Guppy is in charge of the tweezers for now until...

'BZZZZZZZZ!' he whips his hand away, dropping the tweezers. Abs grins, picks them up and carefully removes a tiny plastic spanner from the 'patient's' foot. Guppy scowls.

"You know when I played this game as a kid it had a light on its nose when you touched the metal. It didn't give you electric shocks like this version."

Anyone else want to play?


[ooc: Tags will be slow for the next 1000 900 800 700 600 500 400 300 200 words Essay finished but mun nipping out for a while]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara comes downstairs, heading to the Bar.

"Can I get a salad and a cup of coffee, please?"

The food materializes, along with a note.

And Sara finds that she doesn't have that much of an appetite after all.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> February 5th, 2006: The Workout

[OOM: Goldy runs into Claire in the gym. After a little awkwardness, a friendship is renewed and much news is shared around the usual girly banter.]

(no subject)

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

Penelope officially has a letter for her family.

She has checked it, double-checked it, and triple-checked it to ensure that it strikes that delicate balance between informative and alarmist, and now she's glancing around for someone who can get back home with it.

In the meantime, she supposes a cup of tea would do her good.

Come by and chat! If only to compliment her on her tasteful amethyst robes.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim is outside by the lake, draped over a treebranch and watching the frozen water serenely.

If you want him to come down, you could yank his cloak. Or come join him. Either way, he wouldn't be averse to company.

(no subject)

[whitest_witch]

Jadis is sitting in her usual oversized chair, for once without a book, or even a notepad. Instead, she is singing softly to herself, and watching the flames. She's smiling, and she looks. . . young. Happy.

Her voice is surprisingly sweet, a low, slightly husky alto. The song seems to be in her native language, and although Bar doesn't translate the words, it's simple, repetetive, and almost childish. As she continues to sing, however, the melody becomes more complicated, variations on a theme.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

There's a somewhat rarer sight by the fireplace tonight. At least rarer over the last few days. But, for what it's worth, Cywyllog and the boys are downstairs. She's curled up in a chair, and the twins are playing on the floor.

This is a sight, however, that won't be lasting much longer. Therefore, company is more than welcome.

(no subject)

[scapepig]

There is a large pig by the fire, reading a book on clocks he borrowed from Bar.

He appears to be fascinated.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: This is where you want to go. An almost encounter with humanity.]

OOM: LA - April 24-25 2010

[agirllost]

[Pair of OOMs about season 4:

1) Morning of April 24 - Kim thinks about the upcoming day.

2) Morning of April 25 - Kim and Chase get a phone call - warnings for angst and season four spoilers.

Bring tissues. It broke the muns.]

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits at the bar and studies the board for a moment, then says, "Bar, could I have a glass of wine? And something about wine?"

Up pops a bottle, a glass, and . . . Sideways.

"Um. Okay, then. Thank you, dear." He gives the bar a kiss and takes all three to a booth.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Mun just got power back after a day-and-a-half-long outage. Therefore, there's an Earthman with tea in the bar.

(no subject)

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In the infirmary, Alessa's drawing a lot of stuff.
Hank offers small talk, a trip outside in a while, and other encouragement.
Harper offers a holonovel of the Wizard of Oz, and there is much cuteness over Sordid Past Memories.]

(no subject)

[namo]

The Vala stands near the lake, his eyes looking over it, into something only he sees.

He posture does not look uninviting, but he has things on his mind. When does he not?

Come pester the quiet, brooding Námo?

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary's been asleep, blanket-covered, on one of the couches in front of the fireplace for most of the day.

Now, finally, she wakes up, rubs her eyes, sits up, and then winces as the stiffness from her bruises sets in, pulling the blanket a little more closely around her shoulders.

(no subject)

[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene is actually wearing a crown tonight, a small one anyway. It's a nice touch when foreign dignitaries come to call.

But right now she is not dealing with foreign dignitaries. She's sitting at the bar with a cup of tea. Come and join her.

(no subject)

[wizard_howell]

With a loud laugh, hands on his hips, Howl Pendragon walks into the bar looking back over his shoulder.

"Let that be a lesson to you not to fuss with my suits, Sophie! And Michael, you're not wizard enough to use that class of enlargement spell!"

He's still laughing as he turns round and realises where he's ended up. "Oh, end of the universe. What a lovely respite you are from the mundane." One slightly Welsh wizard heads straight to the bar for a pint of cider.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

Angelina is sitting by the fireplace, her broom proped up against the chair she's sitting on. She has plans to go flying in a bit but at the moment she's sipping from a mug of hot chocolate.

Come and chat to her before she heads outside.

[ooc: Mun is running of to have a bath. Back in an hour or so. Back!]

(no subject)

[ladys-choice.livejournal.com]

There is a young writer in the bar, in a booth, with an empty notebook and a pen. He's scribbling, crossing out, looking thoughful, scribbling again. Come and save him.

(no subject)

[eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com]

Easter wanders in from out back and finds herself a spot with a nice view of the observation windows.

Come see what the goddess has been up to.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie wedged sideways into one of the chairs in front of the fireplace. He's reading Shakespeare again... oh dear.

Re-Entrance Post

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and for the first time in months, there's a Peter Heerkins in the Bar.

He grins to himself, and takes a seat in an out of the way corner.

Welcome back, dude.

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

[OOM: Bill and Fleur in Egypt.

Or, in other words.

Bill: ...what? Wait. What?

Fleur: WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW MY FEELINGS BEFORE I SAY THEM?!

Rated G for Goofball like behavior and S for Shockingly not full of naked and Surprisingly emotional.]

(no subject)

[learningtosee.livejournal.com]

Stella has been looking for someone, and hasn't seen him in quite awhile. It took her a while to notice, but she's been missing Cypher. They were going to have drinks together. However, he's been gone so long she's starting to think he's left for good and forgot to say goodbye.

This thought is extremely depressing.

So, lonenly Stella, looking for a drinking buddy. Not that she quite realizes it yet.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes in through the front door, looking tired.

His trip to Las Vegas was all but useless, except to show where Lorne isn't.

He looks around to see if Andrew's in.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Watcher Giles, back to reading magic tomes once again, and looking over some things in his notes.
He idly sipped some tea, and would occasionally observe the room. He also had a sizable dinner with him as per doctor's orders, and seem quite well-rested.

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

OOM: Waking up with Claire

Kevin and Claire come downstairs, hand in hand, and he walks her over to the door, since she needs to get back to work.

A few quiet words, a kiss - or two - goodbye, and she's gone, carrying Pavlov.

Smiling to himself, he turns away and heads for a table.

(no subject)

[safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com]

In honour of LJlogin being updated and working ... the Door opens for a Cassie (in tank and jeans, not costume), who is really quite glad of this.

She smiles with relief and heads over to take a seat at the Bar, and promptly orders an enormous mint-choc milkshake. It's ... remarkably green.

You may be close enough to hear her grumble as she tucks in: "...parents. Freaking. SUCK."

Ah, adolescent angst. Innit cute?

[ooc: mun only here for an hour at the most, so, uh, expect slowtime. :D?]

(no subject)

[mapmakerchur.livejournal.com]

Chur comes down from her room and limps over to the bar, grumpily. Her request to the Bar is polite enough, though, and soon she's taking some green tea and a savory wheat pudding with large meat chunks in it over to a table.

She probably won't share, but she might tell you what it is so you could order some from the Bar.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells is settled in at one of the tables. He'd been in the Bar this morning, but after some time he'd felt compelled to get himself outside, so that's where he's been all day.

At the moment he's picked out one of the booths. He's got a few books on his table, a couple of blueprints, and a brush-pen set.

Possibly you might want to say hi.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Shoeless writer by the fire with a book and hot chocolate, in a vague mood due to slowtime. He's slightly frowning, so let's just guess the mood is vaguely bad.