Feb. 11th, 2006
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Feb. 11th, 2006 12:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
just-mad-about.livejournal.comShe's changed the name again. Allie to Madeleine--slightly more appropriate for the new planet, especially if she's planning on netting husband number--
Never mind that.
But she smiles Allie's shy smile when she enters the bar, and gets a drink--Allie's drink, tea with just a little milk and sugar, no sense being extravagant and all--before sitting down in an armchair.
Because after all, Allie's the one who's been here before.
Never mind that.
But she smiles Allie's shy smile when she enters the bar, and gets a drink--Allie's drink, tea with just a little milk and sugar, no sense being extravagant and all--before sitting down in an armchair.
Because after all, Allie's the one who's been here before.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 12:56 amtransgenic-max.livejournal.comApparently, boarding schools, explosives, and demonology all have something in common. At least if one were to look at the assorted books and papers scattered on the table in front of Max. It is quite possible that the connection exists only in her mind, of course.
Or that there is no connection, and she's just multitasking.
Care to ask?
Or that there is no connection, and she's just multitasking.
Care to ask?
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Feb. 11th, 2006 02:12 amgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom, sitting perfectly poised at the bar, may be having trouble sleeping.*
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Feb. 11th, 2006 05:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
latino_menaceThere was an exit. And because re-entrances are just about instantaneous when coming from Arithon's universe, there is now a return.
Ramon doesn't look that great. Covered in sand and hot and...well, like someone who's just been hiking through the desert for days. Which is exactly what he's been doing. Mearth isn't a hospitable kind of place and he's got himself a few pretty bad burns in the places that he couldn't cover. Other than that...he actually looks pretty happy. Apart from the glaring at a rope in his hand. Some sorcerors have a bizarre sense of humour and it's even worse when they're not joking.
Ramon doesn't look that great. Covered in sand and hot and...well, like someone who's just been hiking through the desert for days. Which is exactly what he's been doing. Mearth isn't a hospitable kind of place and he's got himself a few pretty bad burns in the places that he couldn't cover. Other than that...he actually looks pretty happy. Apart from the glaring at a rope in his hand. Some sorcerors have a bizarre sense of humour and it's even worse when they're not joking.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 06:13 amprime-dragon-11.livejournal.comIt was quite warm in Une's apartment with the heater on full blast to fight the brisk February air, and so when the time came for a midnight bathroom run, Une didn't need much more than what she wore to bed. Completely comfortable, Une had entered her bathroom, running a hand through her long brown hair to take out the usual bed snarls...
And she walked straight into a Bar.
"What the hell?"
As far as she can tell, no one really pays her any attention, but the fact remains that she's half naked under a bathrobe in a Bar filled with very strange people and... things. She shivers by a sudden draft and mutters about her very much questionable sanity. Her psychiatrist is not going to hear about this one...
And she walked straight into a Bar.
"What the hell?"
As far as she can tell, no one really pays her any attention, but the fact remains that she's half naked under a bathrobe in a Bar filled with very strange people and... things. She shivers by a sudden draft and mutters about her very much questionable sanity. Her psychiatrist is not going to hear about this one...
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:00 amratherbeinitaly.livejournal.comTeri enters the bar, looking cautiously around for a familiar face. She remembers Milliways being busier but, then, she's not sure how long ago that was or what may have changed since then.
She makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat, wondering what she should do next. There's not much time, not enough at any rate.
[OOC: This is closed due to need to millitime like crazy and muns having a crappy schedule. HOOWEVER! There will be an open post later today. :)]
She makes her way over to the bar and takes a seat, wondering what she should do next. There's not much time, not enough at any rate.
[OOC: This is closed due to need to millitime like crazy and muns having a crappy schedule. HOOWEVER! There will be an open post later today. :)]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:36 amgoodbyesandusky.livejournal.comClive was curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, mug of cinnamon chai with marshmallows held between both hands. He wasn't as gothed up as he usually was, smudged eyeliner and chipped nailpolish, and it was quite possible that he was still in his pyjammas.
He hadn't been sleeping well lately, even despite the good mood. He had headphones on, the CD player resting on the arm of the couch, he had camera and notebook nearby, though he wasn't using either at the moment.
He could probably use some breakfast, or a hug or something.
He hadn't been sleeping well lately, even despite the good mood. He had headphones on, the CD player resting on the arm of the couch, he had camera and notebook nearby, though he wasn't using either at the moment.
He could probably use some breakfast, or a hug or something.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:30 amstupendous-boy.livejournal.comWhen you learn the direction your time machine must be pointed in to go somewhere you'll get Chocolate-Frosted Sugar Bombs with the marshmallow bits, no questions asked, (not to mention the oodles of fun areas to explore) you'll want to head back there as much as you can.
Thus, this morning brings with it the reappearance of a familiar cardboard box and a pair of begoggled explorers.
Thus, this morning brings with it the reappearance of a familiar cardboard box and a pair of begoggled explorers.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 12:48 pmgentleprince.livejournal.comIf the bar suddenly seems a little more princely, it's because... well... there's a prince in it. Logical, no? We certainly thought so.
He's lounging in a booth applying waxy wood polish to a bow that is certainly longer than the table it's sitting on. He's humming distractedly to himself as he rubs at the tiny, delicate carved patterns along its length.
Come distract him.
He's lounging in a booth applying waxy wood polish to a bow that is certainly longer than the table it's sitting on. He's humming distractedly to himself as he rubs at the tiny, delicate carved patterns along its length.
Come distract him.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 01:40 pmmadetomend.livejournal.comThis place, this new 'world' Sally has found herself in, is strange indeed. All sorts, congregating all in the same vicinity, only the new ones exchanging frightened looks.
Like home, but with humans.
Sally takes her food and finds an empty booth with a large window. Climbing up carefully to sit on the window sill, she adjusts herself so her wormwort root bread with horse fly butter is balanced on her knee and her murkwater juice is sitting on the window sill.
Both the drink and the food are varying shades of green.
Like home, but with humans.
Sally takes her food and finds an empty booth with a large window. Climbing up carefully to sit on the window sill, she adjusts herself so her wormwort root bread with horse fly butter is balanced on her knee and her murkwater juice is sitting on the window sill.
Both the drink and the food are varying shades of green.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 02:24 pmfellowship-of-7.livejournal.comSo. This is how this entrance post goes down.
At some point or another there will be a scene here. We shall give a summary of what it will say, when AIM, timezones, and work schedules allow:
Ramon finds Asandir and informs him that he (Ramon) is ready to go and get himself five hundred years. Asandir is tall, creepy, and vaguely blank. Ramon gets pissed (more), Asandir doesn't react, and then Ramon heads out into Mearth.
At some point there will also be an OoM explaining what goes on out there. That, however, is totally in Write's hands.
At some point or another there will be a scene here. We shall give a summary of what it will say, when AIM, timezones, and work schedules allow:
Ramon finds Asandir and informs him that he (Ramon) is ready to go and get himself five hundred years. Asandir is tall, creepy, and vaguely blank. Ramon gets pissed (more), Asandir doesn't react, and then Ramon heads out into Mearth.
At some point there will also be an OoM explaining what goes on out there. That, however, is totally in Write's hands.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 02:41 pmabs-denham.livejournal.com[oom: Room 147. Both Guppy and Abs reflect on their current situations. Although Guppy has a bad night, when comparing it with what he was like not long ago, Abs comes to the conclusion that he is showing signs of improvement, even if they are subtle.]
Abs comes downstairs, yawning and rubbing his eyes. With his focus mainly on the floor he goes over to the bar to get breakfast, then heads straight outside with it, trying not to look at the walls.
He's feeling cooped up today.
Abs comes downstairs, yawning and rubbing his eyes. With his focus mainly on the floor he goes over to the bar to get breakfast, then heads straight outside with it, trying not to look at the walls.
He's feeling cooped up today.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 03:10 pmarch-sariel.livejournal.comBecause she was requested, and because people like her, Sariel is in the bar, at the piano.
Playing 'Imagine.' She is, however, not associated with Peter Gabriel.
And she isn't singing, either -- just playing.
Playing 'Imagine.' She is, however, not associated with Peter Gabriel.
And she isn't singing, either -- just playing.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 03:37 pmbohemian-mark.livejournal.com"Maureen, we have an hour and a half till our plane leaves. I can go to the bathroom." Mark's voice comes through the door, right before he steps in, messenger bag over his shoulder as always, camera around his neck, and a confused expression. Blinking, he facepalms, looking around the room. "Ok, this is -not- the bathroom at JFK." Pause. "Time had better stop for this one. I can't miss that plane."
He runs off to the bathroom, then grabs a tea from bar. Might as well stay a couple minutes.
He runs off to the bathroom, then grabs a tea from bar. Might as well stay a couple minutes.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 03:40 pmthe_antiangstSo, how do you measure a year in the afterlife, anyway?
(Oh my God. Angel! You're a sight for sore eyes! But, you're... I mean, you were... What the hell is going on?)
Well, let's think about this. There are good times.
(Amusing as this is, I think I'd better go before there's a wardrobe casualty.)
And there are... not-so-good ones.
(I was just going upstairs anyway after I told you that you could go. Dunno why I feel strangely crappy all of a sudden.)
There's the sheer 'what the fuck' factor.
(Susan said someone had been - I dunno, bitten by a Phantom? Or something? Turned into a were-Phantom? It all sounded awfully dodgy -)
More than once, even.
(...Ladies and gentlemen, your substitute cameraman is at a loss for words.)
There's new adopted family.
(Yeah, well, I reserve the right to be overprotective. Sisterly duty.)
And then, of course, there's the people you get back.
(When I finally found the one, our time was so short...but now...we're together again.)
Sounds a lot like life itself, when you put it that way. In that case, as Angel sees it, love is still a perfectly valid measurement.
For more pertinent inna-bar details: Couch by fireplace, hot chocolate, yesterday's tablecloth project. He's made some progress, though what the end product's going to be is still unclear.
(OOC: Whitetext from various of Angel's threads over the last year. Y'all rock.))
(Oh my God. Angel! You're a sight for sore eyes! But, you're... I mean, you were... What the hell is going on?)
Well, let's think about this. There are good times.
(Amusing as this is, I think I'd better go before there's a wardrobe casualty.)
And there are... not-so-good ones.
(I was just going upstairs anyway after I told you that you could go. Dunno why I feel strangely crappy all of a sudden.)
There's the sheer 'what the fuck' factor.
(Susan said someone had been - I dunno, bitten by a Phantom? Or something? Turned into a were-Phantom? It all sounded awfully dodgy -)
More than once, even.
(...Ladies and gentlemen, your substitute cameraman is at a loss for words.)
There's new adopted family.
(Yeah, well, I reserve the right to be overprotective. Sisterly duty.)
And then, of course, there's the people you get back.
(When I finally found the one, our time was so short...but now...we're together again.)
Sounds a lot like life itself, when you put it that way. In that case, as Angel sees it, love is still a perfectly valid measurement.
For more pertinent inna-bar details: Couch by fireplace, hot chocolate, yesterday's tablecloth project. He's made some progress, though what the end product's going to be is still unclear.
(OOC: Whitetext from various of Angel's threads over the last year. Y'all rock.))
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Feb. 11th, 2006 03:47 pmtheprettiestone.livejournal.comAlex is curled up on a couch by the fire, reading a thick paperback with a mug of tea on the table beside him.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 04:14 pmqsilver-keeper.livejournal.com[Millitimed to yesterday, Claire gives Jack Driscoll a simple test.]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 04:46 pmleftthecradle.livejournal.comThere is an Anla'shok in the bar. He's sitting at a very well situated table. It's near the fire, but with a good view of both the Observation Window and the Bar. From his vantage, he can easily watch both the show outside and the ever-evolving "show" inside.
There is also a bowl of fruit, a plate of cookies and a pot of tea on the table with him. Bait to lure conversation? Perhaps.
There is also a bowl of fruit, a plate of cookies and a pot of tea on the table with him. Bait to lure conversation? Perhaps.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 04:57 pmaction-antihero.livejournal.com[OOM: Capture. Warning for violence and disturbing imagery.]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 05:03 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/Rather the picture of dignity, despite his customary lack of it, Jack is sitting in a booth. Pale, but not particularly tragic, he doesn't stand out all that much by himself.
That doesn't mean that the quiet presence doesn't invite company.
That doesn't mean that the quiet presence doesn't invite company.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 05:12 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comThe weather outside, as is only normal for Scotland at this time of year, is cold and grey and rainy at best. Not too much rain, mind, or even the stubborn would be dissuaded.
Sergeant Wells, being exceptionally stubborn, is testing just how good his new coat is against the rain and the wind by having a go at his football. Look, he's even acquired orange cones to dribble around.
Sergeant Wells, being exceptionally stubborn, is testing just how good his new coat is against the rain and the wind by having a go at his football. Look, he's even acquired orange cones to dribble around.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 05:24 pmmop-jockey.livejournal.comLenny Inchpot has always been responsible. He likes the feeling. So now he's got four multi-colored chicks to watch over, and to be absolutely sure he does this right, he had asked Bar for some books on chicks.
The chicks are eating bits of bread which Lenny had torn up and spread out all over the table and drinking water from a saucer.
Occasionally small peck fights break out, but are quickly calmed by a gentle finger poke on the back.
The chicks are eating bits of bread which Lenny had torn up and spread out all over the table and drinking water from a saucer.
Occasionally small peck fights break out, but are quickly calmed by a gentle finger poke on the back.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 05:25 pmkittenscrap.livejournal.comA kitten prowls around the bar, searching for other animal types to converse with, or perhaps just someone to pounce on to cause general chaos.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 06:24 pmshang-dragon.livejournal.comNew co-head of Security sitting at his table keeping an eye on the bar... and on the door. At least, where he knows the door should be. It never appears for him until someone walks through.
He's hoping a particular someone will walk through it soon.
See, he hasn't seen Alanna in quite a few days. He certainly doesn't begrudge her a little vacation; that's part of the reason for his position, to take some of the workload off of her. However, though the Shang Dragon would certainly never admit to feeling less than confident in his new position, it would have been nice to have spent a few days working with her to get comfortable with the duties.
Too bad fate doesn't always make things easy.
He's hoping a particular someone will walk through it soon.
See, he hasn't seen Alanna in quite a few days. He certainly doesn't begrudge her a little vacation; that's part of the reason for his position, to take some of the workload off of her. However, though the Shang Dragon would certainly never admit to feeling less than confident in his new position, it would have been nice to have spent a few days working with her to get comfortable with the duties.
Too bad fate doesn't always make things easy.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 06:25 pmprone-to-panic.livejournal.comArchie's got his tea and a spot with a nice view of most of the bar and its patrons. He's watching things, making sure that all is in order. It is his duty, but he's certainly distractable.
((OOC:Mun is off to find dinner, back presently. Back!))
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:03 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comThe cool night air blows at Jaina's hair as the Jedi spins around to block another red laser bolt from hitting it's target - her leg - with her lightsaber blade. The hovering training remote shoots another round of blaster bolts towards her and she works to angle the lightsaber to deflect those as well.
Jaina's been practicing for a couple of hours now. She wouldn't mind an interruption. Just be careful how you go about getting her attention; it wouldn't do to be stung by a stray bolt, now would it?
Jaina's been practicing for a couple of hours now. She wouldn't mind an interruption. Just be careful how you go about getting her attention; it wouldn't do to be stung by a stray bolt, now would it?
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:06 pmbloodyrockgodHere's a Charlie in a back booth. He's playing on the portable keyboard Faith gave him for his birthday, with headphones plugged in so to not disturb anyone.
Yes, notebook too. A day without writing is like a day with waffles: bearable, but why would you want to?
Yes, notebook too. A day without writing is like a day with waffles: bearable, but why would you want to?
Temporary Exit Post
Feb. 11th, 2006 07:13 pmnamoNámo stands with the red-haired Elf who was almost as tall as he was. Her hands are protectively resting against her belly as she chews her lip and fidgets. Gorlim's hand comes to rest on top of hers, his smile gentle.
"Nana, don't be so impatient!" he teases, turning his eyes to Námo.
The Vala cannot help the smile that forms as he looks at the little bird, and that smile remains as his eyes glance over the bar, seeking the faun and the violet deity that would accompany them.
And, at the appointed time they appear, Gil first, his pack on one shoulder, striding long legged in human shape and grinning at Red, who looks better to him the bigger she gets, followed by Asar Suti, resplendent in black and purple Ihlini robes. Gil's grey and brown looks shabby beside him but his smile shows he doesn't care.
"We all ready then?" Gil demands, impatient to be off and Asar Suti nudges him to be quiet.
"Nerdanel, Namo, Gorlim," Asar Suti says in greeting. "Gil has brought food - I couldnt convince him that Aman has everything we need."
Gil mutters something about 'tea' then subsides.
Nerdanel grins brightly to see them, pressing a kiss to first Gil's cheek, then Sooty's. "I am very ready. Oh, my twins' begetting day and the ability to see all my other sons as babes! I want to leave now." She turns to Námo, and the Vala half expects her to stomp her foot at him.
He thinks briefly to wait and see if she will, but Gorlim pokes him in his side, giving him a glare that warned him to not tease the Elf who claimed him as her own.
"Very well," he says quietly, turning to the door. "Since this is for your sons, Nerdanel, I think it is best we take up residence in your home for the month." He smirks at her as he opens the door, revealing her very tidy library.
Nerdanel grabs hold of Gil and Sooty's hand, tugging them with all her strength, which was less, actually, since Feaho drained her as much as he did. "Home! Now!"
Námo stands aside, watching the trio while he takes Gorlim's hand in his own, waiting for the the three of them to pass through.
"Ooh I do love assertive women," Gil purrs, tugging his hand free and tucking Nerdanel's hand through his arm instead. Standing that close the tips of his sharp Black horns are a little higher than the top of her red head. Sooty, of course, is smaller than either. Gil smiles at him around Red's bosom and the three move forward as one.
Nerdanel's laugh can be heard as she steps over the threshold.
Námo presses a quick kiss to Gorlim's cheek. "Ready, love?"
"Oh yes!" Gorlim chirps happily as he pulls Námo playfully through the door, the five of them visible for one the shortest moment before the door shuts on the home in Tirion.
[OOC: This was a joint post written with Gil-mun in Writely, and we both had mun permissions to god Gorlim and Asar-Suti out of the bar.]
"Nana, don't be so impatient!" he teases, turning his eyes to Námo.
The Vala cannot help the smile that forms as he looks at the little bird, and that smile remains as his eyes glance over the bar, seeking the faun and the violet deity that would accompany them.
And, at the appointed time they appear, Gil first, his pack on one shoulder, striding long legged in human shape and grinning at Red, who looks better to him the bigger she gets, followed by Asar Suti, resplendent in black and purple Ihlini robes. Gil's grey and brown looks shabby beside him but his smile shows he doesn't care.
"We all ready then?" Gil demands, impatient to be off and Asar Suti nudges him to be quiet.
"Nerdanel, Namo, Gorlim," Asar Suti says in greeting. "Gil has brought food - I couldnt convince him that Aman has everything we need."
Gil mutters something about 'tea' then subsides.
Nerdanel grins brightly to see them, pressing a kiss to first Gil's cheek, then Sooty's. "I am very ready. Oh, my twins' begetting day and the ability to see all my other sons as babes! I want to leave now." She turns to Námo, and the Vala half expects her to stomp her foot at him.
He thinks briefly to wait and see if she will, but Gorlim pokes him in his side, giving him a glare that warned him to not tease the Elf who claimed him as her own.
"Very well," he says quietly, turning to the door. "Since this is for your sons, Nerdanel, I think it is best we take up residence in your home for the month." He smirks at her as he opens the door, revealing her very tidy library.
Nerdanel grabs hold of Gil and Sooty's hand, tugging them with all her strength, which was less, actually, since Feaho drained her as much as he did. "Home! Now!"
Námo stands aside, watching the trio while he takes Gorlim's hand in his own, waiting for the the three of them to pass through.
"Ooh I do love assertive women," Gil purrs, tugging his hand free and tucking Nerdanel's hand through his arm instead. Standing that close the tips of his sharp Black horns are a little higher than the top of her red head. Sooty, of course, is smaller than either. Gil smiles at him around Red's bosom and the three move forward as one.
Nerdanel's laugh can be heard as she steps over the threshold.
Námo presses a quick kiss to Gorlim's cheek. "Ready, love?"
"Oh yes!" Gorlim chirps happily as he pulls Námo playfully through the door, the five of them visible for one the shortest moment before the door shuts on the home in Tirion.
[OOC: This was a joint post written with Gil-mun in Writely, and we both had mun permissions to god Gorlim and Asar-Suti out of the bar.]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:15 pmshelley_wintersThe door opens from Antar, and Shelley slips in.
It's been a while since she came in, even longer since she returned from Shorelle. But to the bar she quietly goes, to order a pot of tea, and generally sit soaking up the Milliways-ish atmosphere.
It's been a while since she came in, even longer since she returned from Shorelle. But to the bar she quietly goes, to order a pot of tea, and generally sit soaking up the Milliways-ish atmosphere.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:25 pmcapt_angieAngie comes down from upstairs and settles into a chair by the fire, ordering a Butterbeer and a chicken sandwich from a passing waitrat. She has a Quidditch supplies catalogue with her and is slowly flipping through the pages, occasionally marking an item or two as she eats. Not than she can afford half the things she's marking, but thats not the point.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:34 pmwizard_howell( OOM: back at the castle )
This is exactly where he wants to be. Feeling indignant and not a small bit predatory, Howl strides across the room from the front door to the bar. Digging out a gold coin from his leather pouch, he sets it down on the bar. "A pint of cider, good friend." Anger has long since given way to good humour: he's had his fun being testy and now he's ready to relax. He takes his pint to a table in the centre of everything where he can people-watch to his heart's content. Howl sets his feet up on the chair across from him, takes a sip of his cider, and smiles.
Hullo, strange pub. I do rather like you.
[Summary: in which Howl chats up lots of girls and one spandex-clad suprahero, but steals no hearts (to his knowledge).]
This is exactly where he wants to be. Feeling indignant and not a small bit predatory, Howl strides across the room from the front door to the bar. Digging out a gold coin from his leather pouch, he sets it down on the bar. "A pint of cider, good friend." Anger has long since given way to good humour: he's had his fun being testy and now he's ready to relax. He takes his pint to a table in the centre of everything where he can people-watch to his heart's content. Howl sets his feet up on the chair across from him, takes a sip of his cider, and smiles.
Hullo, strange pub. I do rather like you.
[Summary: in which Howl chats up lots of girls and one spandex-clad suprahero, but steals no hearts (to his knowledge).]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:40 pmdragonofgrey.livejournal.comDraco was lounging on the couch by the fireplace. Martin the chick was peeping contently on his shoulder. Dressed in very fine looking dark forest green robes, lined with silver thread. Though it only made his pale face seem even paler. He was breathing slowly, watching the flames, and seemed to be in a light trance or meditative state.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:43 pmlightningbaron6.livejournal.comZechs is in the Bar again, though this time he's curled up contentedly on a sofa, hair pulled back into a low ponytail and a mug of hot cocoa in one hand. A book is open on his lap, and anyone passing near enough would hear him singing, very quietly, a sweet, poignant lullaby in Russian.
He looks thoroughly comfortable and at peace with the world, and would most probably react favourably to company.
He looks thoroughly comfortable and at peace with the world, and would most probably react favourably to company.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 07:50 pmwatcher-g-man.livejournal.comGiles seemed to be in a good mood. It wasn't obvious. He had his books by him, and tea as usual.
But he wasn't reading. He seemed to be simply watching the other people. Nothing else.
The Watcher's just watching.
But he wasn't reading. He seemed to be simply watching the other people. Nothing else.
The Watcher's just watching.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:00 pmhogwartsbadger.livejournal.comHelga pushes the door open and enters the bar, smiling brightly when she realises where she is. She has found herself becoming rather fond of the strange place and it's inhabitants.
She slips into a booth and waits for a passing waitrat to approach. When one inevitably does come over, she orders some mulled wine and plum cake. She'd be more than pleased to share with anyone who might be around.
She slips into a booth and waits for a passing waitrat to approach. When one inevitably does come over, she orders some mulled wine and plum cake. She'd be more than pleased to share with anyone who might be around.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:26 pmdead_hooker_2Trina's back, sitting at that bar, ignoring her wine for the moment, and making quite a show of reading a tabloid.
She appears to be on the cover.
Well, you have to keep up with your press, after all.
She appears to be on the cover.
Well, you have to keep up with your press, after all.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:29 pmand-far-away.livejournal.comThe door opens and Sharpe comes in, turned mostly away from the room and laughing at something someone outside has said. He's dressed more like a farmer than a soldier, now, and covered in hay dust.
He turns as the door closes, and blinks at the room, then grins.
"About bloody time."
He turns as the door closes, and blinks at the room, then grins.
"About bloody time."
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:33 pmbut-i-will.livejournal.comHere's a little blonde vampire you've not seen in a while.
She's been around, doing whatever it is she does to amuse herself. It's less exciting than her old ways, but that's par for the course when you're on what's either afterlife number two or four, depending on how you're counting.
This is just to say that there is an extremely bored Darla out on the prowl tonight. You may not be able to tell that she's on the prowl, considering that she's just sitting there looking perfectly innocent and sipping a glass of something that is shockingly not blood, but rather simply white wine. What? A girl can't vary her tastes now and then?
She absolutely will bite, but probably only if you ask. She's not uncivilized, you know.
She's been around, doing whatever it is she does to amuse herself. It's less exciting than her old ways, but that's par for the course when you're on what's either afterlife number two or four, depending on how you're counting.
This is just to say that there is an extremely bored Darla out on the prowl tonight. You may not be able to tell that she's on the prowl, considering that she's just sitting there looking perfectly innocent and sipping a glass of something that is shockingly not blood, but rather simply white wine. What? A girl can't vary her tastes now and then?
She absolutely will bite, but probably only if you ask. She's not uncivilized, you know.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:33 pmf-for-french.livejournal.comThere's a Cordelia in the bar. No, not the Shakespearian lady but the office assistant/junior asskickier-of-evil/senior snark and mockery officer of Angel Investigations.
She's enjoying a salad and adiet water.
She's enjoying a salad and a
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Feb. 11th, 2006 08:38 pmratherbeinitaly.livejournal.comTeri enters the bar again. She stops briefly to get a cup of tea before taking a seat at a nearby table, watching the people move about the bar, looking for a familiar face.
She's hoping to see someone. A few someones, perhaps.
She's hoping to see someone. A few someones, perhaps.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:01 pmways-lust.livejournal.comLust is at the counter, sipping a glass of wine and looking ... introspective.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:07 pmtheravenboyBran Davies has not been to the bar in a while. Very busy, he is, this time of year, with exams coming up.
Bran's back tonight, sitting on a barstool with a cup of tea. His golden harp sits on the bar, a safe distance away from the teacup.
Bran's back tonight, sitting on a barstool with a cup of tea. His golden harp sits on the bar, a safe distance away from the teacup.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:28 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comA muddy, sodden soldier hauls himself in through the back door, grinning. He's dripping all over the place as he hangs up his coat, but doesn't much seem to care.
Some time later, though, he has a very uncomfortable expression, and appears to be looking for someone specific.
Some time later, though, he has a very uncomfortable expression, and appears to be looking for someone specific.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:34 pmdragonvolunteer.livejournal.comPretty pretty princess in the bar!
Said princess isn't looking particularly royal at the moment, however. Why, she's not even wearing a crown! She's hunched over a rather large and dusty tome, every so often scribbling on a nearby piece of scrap paper with a quill.
There may be ink stains on her hands
Said princess isn't looking particularly royal at the moment, however. Why, she's not even wearing a crown! She's hunched over a rather large and dusty tome, every so often scribbling on a nearby piece of scrap paper with a quill.
There may be ink stains on her hands
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:38 pmburiedmybrother.livejournal.comMaybe it's a little late to be in the greenhouse-- but it's warm and full of flowers, and Antigone can't think of many places she'd rather spend an evening.
... Not realistically, anyway.
So she's sitting on the floor, glancing up at the green leaves of a plant she can't remember the name of, and thinking.
Well.
Dreaming, more likely.
... Not realistically, anyway.
So she's sitting on the floor, glancing up at the green leaves of a plant she can't remember the name of, and thinking.
Well.
Dreaming, more likely.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:49 pmsteadfastknightKitt walked in from upstairs, having thoroughly given up on home anytime soon. Not... that she really minded. After all, it meant more time for relaxation, and that was what was on her mind as she came down, binder in hand, and picked up a cup of cocoa on the way. One of the patented huge ones. And with the cup, she went about, trying to find a suitable place to relax.
After all, that's what Milliways was there for - to her.
After all, that's what Milliways was there for - to her.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 09:55 pmgonna_liveKaylee comes in from the lake looking mildly discouraged and also cold. She's wearing the fleece-lined duster Mal gave her, once upon a time.
She may have tried to make a snowcat, and failed, because it's awfully hard to make a thing with four legs in snow.
She heads for the Bar. Coffee is in order. Also, soup.
She may have tried to make a snowcat, and failed, because it's awfully hard to make a thing with four legs in snow.
She heads for the Bar. Coffee is in order. Also, soup.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:02 pmleplusbeauFleur's tongue is sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she tries to hand roll a cigarette with a local tobacco blend. Because she likes to experiment. That and Egyptians like hookah too much and never like to share with a woman. She needs a proper social smoke.
All her extra layers of clothing is piled messily in the seat next to her at the bar. Burning head scarves sounds like fun idea!
[OOC: Slowtime might happen for fun snowstorms keep threatening electricity. Sorry in advance if it happens!]
All her extra layers of clothing is piled messily in the seat next to her at the bar. Burning head scarves sounds like fun idea!
[OOC: Slowtime might happen for fun snowstorms keep threatening electricity. Sorry in advance if it happens!]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:03 pmgeneral-lando.livejournal.comLando sits at the Bar, enjoying a Corellian ale, and the quiet. Tomorrow, it's back to the Sluiss Van shipyards, back to his plans, back to being treated like a war hero.
But tonight, there is none of that. Come say hi.
[ooc: mun only online for an hour]
But tonight, there is none of that. Come say hi.
[ooc: mun only online for an hour]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:06 pmvaapadmaster.livejournal.comThere is a Jedi master outside, exercising with his lightsaber. Mace might not admit it, but he misses agressive negotiations sometimes.
But, alas, he has to content himself with imaginary foes.
Come watch the superb display, he does not mind.
But, alas, he has to content himself with imaginary foes.
Come watch the superb display, he does not mind.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:39 pmscares-me.livejournal.com[OOM: The Carousel]
When Jane enters, she stops abruptly, looking around in surprise.
It'd been a long time since she was here - she'd thought she wouldn't come back. The thought had been somewhat comforting.
But now, as she turns to see the door has disappeared, she just sighs resignedly, and heads up to the bar, ordering a salad for dinner, though she mostly just pokes at it.
When Jane enters, she stops abruptly, looking around in surprise.
It'd been a long time since she was here - she'd thought she wouldn't come back. The thought had been somewhat comforting.
But now, as she turns to see the door has disappeared, she just sighs resignedly, and heads up to the bar, ordering a salad for dinner, though she mostly just pokes at it.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:54 pmmogget_cat*There is an albino young man leaning back against the bar, tuning his violin. Should one catch a glimpse of his eyes through the white hair that has fallen across them, one would see that his eyes are alarmingly bright green, bisected by the slit pupils of a cat.*
*When he finishes tuning the violin, he begins playing. It is a winding, twisting melody: a dance. The notes curve through the air like the movement of clouds before the wind, changing and shifting, never caught in the mind. Trying to catch the mood of the music is like trying to catch mist with your bare hands. Soon Yrael's rich tenor voice weaves itself into the wispy music of the violin.*
Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
Wind and sea.
Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with glee,
Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud's o'ertaking
Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.
One blown sail beneath her, hardly making
Forth, wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,
Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking
Wind and sea.
*Come listen.*
*When he finishes tuning the violin, he begins playing. It is a winding, twisting melody: a dance. The notes curve through the air like the movement of clouds before the wind, changing and shifting, never caught in the mind. Trying to catch the mood of the music is like trying to catch mist with your bare hands. Soon Yrael's rich tenor voice weaves itself into the wispy music of the violin.*
Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
Wind and sea.
Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with glee,
Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud's o'ertaking
Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.
One blown sail beneath her, hardly making
Forth, wild-winged for harbourage yet to be,
Strives and leaps and pants beneath the breaking
Wind and sea.
*Come listen.*
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Feb. 11th, 2006 10:59 pmriver_meimeiRiver is perched on a barstool, one leg drawn up and chin resting on a knee. It's a decent trick of balance, given the diameter of a Milliways barstool, but she looks comfortable. The dangling leg is wound around a rung, toes idly exploring its surface.
In front of her is a small bowl of hummus and a little plate filled with pita bread wedges and sliced raw vegetables: carrots, red peppers, celery, and a few briny brown olives.
Finger food is good for nutrition and entertainment.
In front of her is a small bowl of hummus and a little plate filled with pita bread wedges and sliced raw vegetables: carrots, red peppers, celery, and a few briny brown olives.
Finger food is good for nutrition and entertainment.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:06 pmgravity_shifterSikozu is people watching, but rather than sit in one spot, either at a table or in the rafters, she walking slowly around the bar. Her security badge is again pinned to her waist, and she's actually drinking something. It's a chocolate milkshake.
What? She likes them.
What? She likes them.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:17 pmimperfecthero01.livejournal.com[OOM: Even Preventers get put to the test.]
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:28 pmjackdriscoll.livejournal.comTheoretically, there would be an OOM attached with this entry post. Theoretically, mun's cold shouldn't be getting worse, either, but it is. Thus, you have a Jack at a booth with a cat and not an OOM. He's less breaky than he was yesterday. There's a cup of hot chocolate nearby, and the writer himself is hunched over the table writing in a notepad, the sleeves of his brown jacket covering nearly half of his hands.
He's less breaky, but not whole enough to avoid wearing baggy clothing.
He's less breaky, but not whole enough to avoid wearing baggy clothing.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:29 pmmilkbonesoldier.livejournal.comWells slips out the back of the Bar largely unnoticed, rubbing at the crook of his arm. He's all over mud, but probably that does not matter considering the weather outside.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:35 pmnotashortbean.livejournal.comOver a week of searching, and over a week spent out of the bar. But since Ed would have just turned right around and left if he'd ended up at Milliways, that suited him just fine. But now that he's given up the search, and left his home, he'd be very glad to see the bar.
Which is why it's a good thing he's ended up there today. It's an appreciated distraction from the dirt and grime of a very long train ride.
His ponytail and clothes a bit disheveled, Ed heads for a seat at the bar. Might as well get something good to eat while he's here!
Which is why it's a good thing he's ended up there today. It's an appreciated distraction from the dirt and grime of a very long train ride.
His ponytail and clothes a bit disheveled, Ed heads for a seat at the bar. Might as well get something good to eat while he's here!
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:44 pmironside-pixie.livejournal.comWhat would you do if you were a totally innocent green girl? Flash your stolen goods in full view of course. Thus, Kaye's at the Bar, playing with a gold, heart-shaped lighter. If you ask nicely, she might show you a trick. Asking not nicely? Well, beware singed eyebrows.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:45 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy comes down the stairs and sits down at the bar. He looks a little pale and very tired, but he orders some chicken and rice and starts to eat it slowly.
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Feb. 11th, 2006 11:47 pmfirewitandhate.livejournal.comLoki is sitting at a table, drinking mead, and eating popcorn for some reason. He's also got the contents of a saltshaker on the table, and is idly moving them about. Perhaps he could use some company?
