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[ironside-pixie.livejournal.com]

"Urgh." "Argh." "Ick." Every so often one such sound drifts from a chair near the fire. Some are followed by expletives. If you follow the sound, you'll find an un-glamoured pixie girl curled up, surrounded by empty chocolate wrappers. The comfort food doesn't appear to have helped.

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[river_meimei]

[OOM: Space in Objects. In which Jubal Early learns how to appreciate the substance of things, rather terminally.]

The front door opens onto a silent, sepulchral gloom. There's illumination there, dim and dust-filtered, but to eyes accustomed to the bar's bright lights it's all a dark haze.

Three figures emerge. Meg first: face pale and set below the white layer of marble dust that covers her. A few scratches score her face and arms, and she holds herself with rigid poise.

River, next. Unharmed, only her feet and the palms of her hands grey with dust. Her face is alight with contentment -- those who know her well may read satisfaction there, too.

Lucifer last. A smirk plays around his lips; his face is unreadable beneath it. He slips into the shadows of the bar, and... well, perhaps he's gone. Perhaps you just aren't looking hard enough for smoldering eyes and lazy bare feet in the dim corners of the room.

Four went through the door, but of Jubal Early there is no sign.

The door closes with a soft, final click.

OOM

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

A (Messy) Beginning

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

After this, Kevin walks across the bar without looking back at his brother, making for the infirmary.

You can catch him in there or on the way.

(no subject)

[oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com]

Door. That means?

Exit: stage right.

(no subject)

[emrys-lost.livejournal.com]

[Following this]

Merlin is sitting in a booth in the bar.

He looks better than he did yesterday, we can give him that. The bruises are beginning to fade to a sickly green, and the bandages on his arm have been changed recently. He also seems to have lost most of the sickly pallor and haunted look in his eyes.

All in all, he's looking much better. And he may have learned his lesson about going outside.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

It's been a busy day for our young Hellspawn. He's been out by the lake, swimming and generally keeping himself in shape. Which is why he hasn't noticed anything until now. But, everyone ahs to come in sometime, and he comes in now, mask firmly affixed.

And almost immediately leaves again. Almost. His hand is on the door as his pale face scans the room, eyes clouded.

You see, it's rather easy for any wizard to pick up on magic. And one of the earliest and most powerful sources for magic has always been the natural cycle. Which is going on, everywhere, right now. Fuckbeans.

Yes, there is a lot of wild magic thanks to it, but... this many women, all going through? Oh god, the boy is scared.

Random Occaisional Security Office Description

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((IM:For those who are unaware, a description of the offices.))

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

After this. Aeryn entered the main Bar, a wand visible in her pocket (no she isn't happy to see you) hastily scrawled a few notes and left them on Bar to disappear, the she (millitimedly) found a doctor and sent him to the office, returning upstairs shortly afterwards.


( Draco Malfoy )

( All Security Members )

( Liam Ironarm )

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is sitting by the fire. Perhaps her eyes tend to drift towards the stairs. She seems to be a very anxious immortal. Perhaps she is up to a little mischief, or maybe she has innocent plans with a friend or she could just have a creek in her neck. There is really only one way to find out.

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

There is a sea of light that fills a spot in front of the door to Milliways. Slowly a form begins to appear in the sea of white orbs of light. When the lights disapear there is a woman standing there. After a quick glance around there is a look of satisfaction. Prue Halliwell is back in Bar.

Walking over to the bar she takes a seat and orders a cup of tea.

(no subject)

[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

(OOM: for anyone who was curious as to why there was only one twin in the bar this time yesterday.

Millitimed to yesterday of course.

Rated O, for OMGSMEX though not as graphic as my usual, since I'm still getting the hang of these two again)

(no subject)

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Telepathy has its drawbacks.

Particularly when you're in a Bar at the End of the Universe and close to 50% of the patrons are preoccupied with the same set of thoughts. Those thoughts being along the lines of owowowwhyGod/MotherNaturedoyouhatemeowowstupidmennotfairnotfairowieowielifesucks.

Therefore, your friendly neighborhood Ranger is once again staring at a candle flame using deep meditation to bolster his shields.

Come poke and see if you can startle him out of it.

(no subject)

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

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
If you were a frostling, where would you be?
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
Certainly not sitting comfortably at the base of a tree.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Jack looks meditative, contemplative, and would not consider company too much of a burden.

(no subject)

[ohcapnmycapn.livejournal.com]

It has been a while since the former Welton teacher found himself in Milliway's, but when he does, he is pleasently surprised. He smiles a bit and takes the book that was in his hand and heads over to a big comfy chair by the fire. He orders some tea from a wait rat and begins t o read, although feel free to bug.

(OOC: Mun is at work so please be patient...but tag away!)

The Beginning of an Entrance

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

Princess Ce'Nedra totters out of the infirmary clutching her very round belly and grimacing slightly. She looks around and spots Garion glaring at some Nardrak man for what ever reason. She gives an exasperated little sigh and calls out to him.

"Garion! I think it's time." She winces again and curls in on herself. "Oh! Yes! It's time right now!"

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

There was something weird about the smells of the Bar last night, when Sergeant Wells stopped to think about it. He'd ignored it for the most part as nothing to do with him. It was still hanging in the air when he came down the stairs this morning, but he's blamed it on the contents of the message board note.

And gone outside, because while shadows are scarcely a problem for him any more, he'd rather not be around that smell if it can be avoided. He's taken his portable bag and slung its newly repaired, reinforced strap over a stout tree limb. Anyone who's looking for him would be well advised to follow the dull thudding sounds of fist or foot or knee or elbow against canvas.

(no subject)

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

Here is someone that hasn't been seen in sometime and the poor old man has no idea the trouble he is walking into when he comes downstairs. SO happily oblivious to the waves of negative energy that permiates the room he takes a seat at the bar and orders himself breakfast.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He walks in, settling at the bar for breakfast. The sword is over his shoulder, visibe and almost menacing as the Orb at the pommel glows in refection of his irritation even under the bag.

I thought I was done, thought that after I'd killed Torak, killed him twice, the Dark Prophecy would be no more...but I was wrong. It never ends. It never ends and now it attacked my wife. Murgos, an entire race of tools, of agents.

Damn the rules if one of them should show their face. Damn them doubly if they try and harm my wife.

He keeps one eye on the door to the Infirmary. If any Murgo-looking types should even look that direction...

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

And from the House of Arch enters one small s'Ffalenn.

For the cursed amongst the bar who do not actually know that he's s'Ffalenn, we shall say that from the House of Arch enters on small, dark man with green eyes. Desh-theire will have been certain to drop descriptions as well as names.

Which is not to say that this is a plot-locked post, because it really isn't.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's avoiding chocolate today.

She's avoiding moving in general.

Approach with caution.

(no subject)

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is an OG, practicing with guns. This time, Ak-47, and a lever-action rifle.

The things a man gotta do to protect his family and friends...

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is a writer. A writer in ice skates. A writer doing jumps in ice skates on the lake.

Scott Hamilton would have a heart attack for all those doubles and singles Jack's making. And perhaps, just perhaps, there's a certain talent-slash-hobby of Jack's that he hasn't been telling people about. Hmm.

(no subject)

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

Liam walks up to the bar for his morning cup of tea and receives a note along with it.

Marvelous. Another witch causing trouble. They should all rot in the cells.

He jots down a quick reply and leaves it with the bar before walking over to his table and sitting with his back to the wall.

Watching.

Waiting.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

There is a new raven in Milliways. Or rather it's raven!Amanda. She is sitting in the rafters watching the patrons. This new literal birds eye view of things is taking a little getting used to.

All the shiny's in the bar are glinting in her eyes. Beware of your valuables!

*cue ominous maniacle laugh*








[OOC: Anyone that would like to have something shiny stolen by a raven!Amanda tag here and let me know. Fun may insue. Anyone that would just like to speak with the new raven!Amanda can do that too.]

(no subject)

[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Rilian attends a ball in the Lone Islands]

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

He worked his magic on Mike.

That rutting bastard worked his rutting music toy on Mike. Her Mike.

Mel is in the bar, in a T-shirt and loose fitting combat pants, scythe, gun, Security badge.

But no wrist-sheath on her right wrist. No Min fal'hwell. And no bracelet either.

Calm, collected, expression. And pancakes. Lots of pancakes.

(no subject)

[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

The Twins were downstairs, sitting across from each other in a booth.

They weren't working on a jigsaw puzzle as they had been recently, but were both folding a small menangerie of animals, most no bigger than a thumb, every fold precise, the paper almost blindingly white.

They worked in silence, as they so often did, and, oddly, were sunglasses-less and not so unapprochable as usual.

('bout twenty minutes while on lunch, then slowtime until I get home, knock yourselves out)

(no subject)

[stone-cold-dead.livejournal.com]

I noticed many people seemed to be stewing about something today. Maybe this place wasn't the heaven it could have been, but you could have all but lit up New York City with all the angry energy snapping around the room.

I decided to keep my nose out of it, as long as no one pulled me into whatever tense situation was happening, it wasn't my business.

I sat at the counter and wished I could get warm again. On the counter before me was sitting a hot toddy, but for some reason it didn't look entirely appealing. One benefit to being dead, I supposed, was that you didn't have to eat or drink. If you were stuck in a bar, this became a decided plus.

Out of habit, while I sit at the bar, my back is not toward the room but rather to the bartender. Unless the joint is really crooked, that's the last place you'd get attacked from. So I end up watching everyone else.

(no subject)

[hanild.livejournal.com]

Sitting quietly at a table is Hanild, completely unaware of anything untoward happening in the bar, magically or hormonally. Hooray for being dead. Or something. She'd be grateful if she knew, really.

She's writing on something similar to parchment, with a pen and ink. There might even be ink smudges on her cheek, where she's brushed her hair out of the way.

(no subject)

[stopped-signal.livejournal.com]

Mr. Universe is in the bar.

Should anyone be looking for him. Or, y'know, not.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin's still here, sitting in a corner with a small pocket grindstone and a grim expression.

Sharpening his knives.

Master of Shadows. Sorcerer. Not like Morgan's magic or Myrddin's, this kind is bad.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

There was a poet in the bar, writing as usual. But he seemed a bit troubled. Sensitive observer that he was, he couldn't help picking up on the tension in the place. And other matters had him concerned. Sometimes, he fiddled with his promise ring worriedly. Time had been very odd for him late, and his talks with his fiancee seemed so distant these days.

Todd was getting concerned, and tried to focus on his writing. Every so often, he asked one of the waitrats for some more tea, or a little food.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was tense and brooding. The female population being all broody didn't help. Nor was whatever that was about on the notice board.
But to a wizard, magic had a definite feel. No matter that it was a different world, that just gave it a different flavor. And he didn't care for the feel of this at all. It was familiar in all the *wrong* ways. He hoped no Death Eaters from his world had made it here to look for him.

Right now however, his biggest concern lay in the cells. His mother should never have been locked up.
He wanted to go flying out back on his broom to get his mind off his troubles, but it was bitterly cold, and raining. No good. So he was just pacing and brooding in the bar, over toward the way to the Security offices.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

To pacify the mun, who has had her inner Guppy seething quietly all morning

There is a Guppy in the bar. And he's still annoyed about this.

He is having tea and quietly seething. Chances are not at you.

(no subject)

[osuwarigirl.livejournal.com]

One extremely pissed off not!Kikyo inna bar, idling at a booth by herself. Sh has a cup of hot tea before her.

Approach, if you dare.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Felix is losing visibility. Anything can now be seen through him as though through a thin layer of mist.

He's still got the singing cube from last night, which is still making music. Yes, the same music. It may be getting tiresome for some patrons by now.

(no subject)

[fellowship-of-7.livejournal.com]

The tall figure of Asandir sweeps into the bar from the tower where Sethvir lives. This is the easiest place to step in and out of Athera, for him.

His robes are patched, at the edge of serviceable and ragged, but this is the way that he always dresses. The ragged clothing does nothing to disguise the aura of arrogant power that defines him.

Live long enough, powerful enough, and it becomes an almost inevitable side effect.

((OOC: Arithon can still be found here.))

(no subject)

[twostandingby]

Tycho sits at a table out of the way of the general flow of people. It's his second day in Milliways, and he wants to take stock of the other patrons and look around more before he goes throwing himself into the middle of the place; caution is the key. When he asked the Bar for something to eat, he'd been provided with a bowl of an unfamiliar red-orange soup and a chunk of bread, which he's now eating; he's not sure he's ever come across this before, but it's good and he's not inclined to complain about food after the years of eating military rations.

He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, minus the jacket, and considerably more rumpled now. He wishes that he had a datapad or something to look at; he has yet to figure out that the Bar can provide more than food, drink, and room keys. He eats and he watches quietly.

(no subject)

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

The bar's door opens and closes so often these days. Quick random thoroughfare. Nothing interesting here, folks.

Lucifer's fingers dance and hesitate on the handle, and he doesn't even look in River's direction as he pulls the door open.

The space beyond is dark, but nothing like the darkness of space. Just dark. Musty, filtered dark.

[OOC: Post locked for plot, say thankya :)]

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

Door storms into the bar. She slams herself into a chair, orders a sandwich from a passing waitrat, and proceeds to glare at the world at large.

(no subject)

[forest_king]

Mendanbar thought he was going into his study, but the door seems to have brought him back here. Which is far more interesting than having another conversation with a rather grumpy gargoyle, so he's no complaints.

So, a new tall, untidy, black-haired (live) king in the bar. You can tell he's a king by the thin gold circlet he's got pushed back off his forehead at a somewhat rakish angle. And you can tell he's new because he's got that still slightly confused look.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

In a corner booth sits Ms. Inyri Forge, looking quite...well, angry.

She does have every right to be angry after all, since Wes still has her journal, and you know...she'd really like it back.

But for now, she shall sit here, and she shall brood, because that is what she's good at indeed.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Mara's in a back booth, looking...well, Mara-ish. Which is to say bitchy.

She's tapping a stylus on the table. And it's annoying, and you know it.

Tell her to stop. If you think she won't hurt you.

(no subject)

[princeinexile]

[Millitimed to Crack Of Effin' Dawn today.]

Zuko sits at a table near the door, sipping tea and having a breakfast that is distinctly Japanese. Fish and rice and broth and pickled vegtables.

A small bag occupies one of the chairs next to him, and he watches and waits, alert, bright eyed.

Almost excited.

He even smiles on occasion.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

This would be the second time he's been at the door to Milliways with a large, sharp object except this time the object in question is an axe and he's a great deal less focused.

Or rather, over focused.

Or rather, overloaded.

"Wood? Fire? Warm? Baby!"

...no, that's probably the most intelligent thing he's going to say till he meets his son. For the moment, however, he's staring around as if he'd just woken up, blinking and trying to process the bar that seems to have replaced the firewood pile and the chopping stump.

[ooc: for those who've read the Malloreon, I'm sure you can tell what this is: Geran is in the middle of being born. For those who haven't, here's the short story: Garion is completely and utterly gone right now. His brain is overloaded. Think of it as a bezerker gone backwards; he can only process the simplest of ideas or commands and everything is, for the moment, ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. Feel free to stop by and confuse him, mock him, or try and remind him that he should probably go home and check on his wife. For anyone who'd like to read how it happened in the books, click here for a laugh.]

[ooc: for about a half an hour, I must travel home. back for more crack soon] [...the guy at the store I went to was SPECIAL. I apologize for the delay but hey *grins* NEW CANON!]

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

It feels as if it's been a long time since they were here. It hasn't been -- not really -- it's just that Egypt is so very far away from everything. Even though it can't possibly matter in terms of time and space and distance, seeing as how they're at the end of the universe, London simply feels closer to this place.

It's less alien, less foreign.

His arm round his lovely wife's waist, Bill Weasley opens the door to Milliways and steps in.

"After you, my love."

It's good to be back.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's at a window table, slowly draining a mug of Darjeeling tea. She has a boiled egg in a cup in front of her, as yet untouched.

Her biological functions are none of your business.

(no subject)

[once_a_queen]

Susan seems a bit lost as she sips her tea at the bar. It's been an odd day, and a most vexing one. Her breakfast tea cooled before she could finish it - and she found herself in tears. She ran out of embroidery thread for a piece she was working on - and she found herself in tears. She stubbed her toe, cursed - which she rarely ever does - and then, yes, found herself in tears.

She has days like this every once in a while. Tea helps.


OOC: I really want to play. I can't type too long at once. I'll be checking every thirty minutes or so through the evening to tag, so if you'll be around and don't mind poky tags, I'll be playing with a proper entrance post yay!

(no subject)

[jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com]

There's a girl back from the dead!

Saw 2, a bag of peanutbutter M&Ms and a house all to herself.
which means-

The door creeped open-little by little to reveal a mousey-brown haired boy catiously peering over the other side. You wouldn't know it by the look of him but he's been peering over and around doors like that since first discovering this place.

Afraid of what that lady suggested-the possibility of ending up here in his pajamas.

Blinking, standing there kind of stupidly-Robbie Preston took a deep breath,exhaled walked further into the room looking around.

(no subject)

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe O'Brian has two notebooks with her at the moment. One, she is writing in. The other, she is flipping through. Occasionally, while flipping, she makes an odd -stifled- 'bwuh' type noise in her throat and her eyebrow twitches.

On the current page of the notebook she is writing in is written, 'Ryan Chappelle is dead.' It has been traced over repeatedly, mostly because Chloe really wants to try to believe that Milliways is real, but it is very hard, no matter what anyone says.

Listed under that: 'but he can breathe, eat, drink and be married.'

[ooc: and back]

(no subject)

[fellowship-of-7.livejournal.com]

Posted to the notice board, in an almost computer-like hand;

People of Milliways,

The being known as Desh-theire, or the mistwraith, has entered the bar. It is advised that those who begin acting strangely are watched carefully as they may have been tainted by its touch. Those who are capable of using powers with reference to light, such as sun, or have machines which do the same are requested to find and speak with myself or Sanluin.

Asandir of the Seven.

The paper is enchanted to appear in the language of whomever reads it.

(no subject)

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl Denham!

Because the Mun's got BACK like Chilli's Babyback ribs.

So there's Carl, opening the door-slightly bemused but never the less....

He's humming a rather jaunty lil' tune as he saunters into the room.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Felix is now little more than a smear of colors. Suddenly, he gasps.

"This is like Teleport slowed down! I can see everything! Inside and out, front and back and sides... And not just here, back in the Dragon Room, and on the Aerie! This is amazing!"

Soon there is a shimmer, and Felix is gone. So are the Djinn, and his sword from the stasis unit.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar for a while. Or, well, at least when he wasn't bloodied and semi-conscious.

Anyway. Jack hobbles downstairs, limping heavily as he heads for the chairs by the fireplace. His right arm is still in a sling, his knee still rigid, though the brusing around his eye and the red welt left from the burn on his cheek have faded a fair bit. He still doesn't look as though he's slept much though, which would probably be because he hasn't.

The noise and bustle in the bar is a little jarring, a little uncomfortable. After so many months living in a quiet, secluded area, he's not used to being around so many people at once. But it's better than sitting in his room for another day, staring at the TV or the walls.

He settles into a chair, propping his left leg on an ottoman. Pulling a book from inside his sling, he settles in to read, though not averse to companionship at the moment. Just don't be surprised if he's a little twitchy.

[ooc: Not sure how late I'll be on, and access is likely to be a little interrupted crap, have to run for a minute--back in a bit, but I'm perfectly willing to slowtime--just bear in mind that slowtimes from tonight won't be tagged until after 6 pm tomorrow. Work is kicking my ass again. And I'm back!]

(no subject)

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

Touga is out in the greenhouse.



Things are slowly growing again. He is standing in the center of a spot of sunlight, looking up with his eyes closed. May be almost smiling.

(no subject)

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Thank God for being a shapeshifter.

Meaning, there is a normal, cracked out, cheerful kitsune humming to herself as she gleefully reverse-engineers a gadget on one of the tables in the bar. Laini also has tea, and strawberry pocky available for stealing.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's in the bar, with a cup of tea and various books on pregnancy, child rearing, that general sort of thing.

And of course, there is a new ultrasound picture, one where you can clearly see a heart. It makes her smile everytime she looks at it, making her remember that everything will be okay.

Come and chat with the happy Sam.

(no subject)

[mr-shipbuilder.livejournal.com]

Of course that certain shipbuilder has been in the bar. He's been up in his room a lot, poring over blueprints, his notbook and calculations, but he's also been in the bar, doing...well, pretty much the same thing. What else does a recently deceased workaholic have to do? He even failed to notice his birthday; though that could also be because he'd had his birthday about two months before, back home. He's been engrossed in his diagrams and plans and designs, blocking out everything else.

Just like he's doing now, at a well-lit corner booth.

[ooc: Same rule applies--not sure how much I'll be on and might be hopping on and off. Will let you know when I do Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, dammit, back in a bit. Slowtime is all good, but work tomorrow means threads will have to be continued in the evening.]

(no subject)

[cellist-dana.livejournal.com]

Worried pregnant cellist in the bar.
Dana moodily sipped her weak tea, and nibbled on some food.
Today, it seemed to be pretzals with ranch dressing, and a pastrami sandwich with cole slaw on the side.
Here's one where hormones are definitely impacting on the moodiness, but PMS obviously isn't to blame here.
It was also partly a picture she was idly fiddling with, one that showed her, Peter and Oscar, all smiling at the camera.

(no subject)

[playintheblues.livejournal.com]

The mysterious cloaked boy is once again down in the bar.

His sword is gone, which makes it ever so much easier to sit on the floor next to the fire.

Come talk to him! He promises not to bite.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie is sneezing by the fire and burying himself rather miserably in his sweatshirt.

Damn winter.

(no subject)

[disobedientgirl.livejournal.com]

It's Ella! She's back again from school where she drives all the teachers mad.

Come talk to the quiet grinning girl.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's seated in a quiet corner booth with his usual cup of tea, a bowl of grapes and a bag of dog biscuits.

The tea and grapes are self-explanatory. The reason for the dog biscuits becomes apparent when he slips one to the Doberman under the table.

Happy Hour

[iustus_rex]

As Edmund comes out of the House of Arch for bartending this Friday evening, he is rather noticeably not accompanied by Kitty.

It's noticeable, of course, because he is accompanied by... Alex.

And he has an expression of some surprise, really, as they continue their conversation, heading for the bar; as usual, Edmund is absently scooping up any empty glasses on the way.

"-- you mean you've memorized all of it?"

"Of course." Alex looks somewhat surprised himself, at that. "We had to memorise things all the time in page training, why should now be any different?"

"I wasn't expecting you to memorize it," Edmund replies, somewhat weakly. "Or-- well, not all of it, certainly, I just thought you might want to have an idea of what to expect before this..."

Alex blinks at him. "What else would I do with it?"

Good question. Edmund, however, still looks somewhat at a loss for words.

"-- the whole thing?"

"It wouldn't be very effective if I'd only memorised bits and pieces," Alex points out.

By now, they're behind the bar, and Edmund is still half-staring at Alex as he cleans up, rinsing and polishing glasses. "But you memorized all the recipes at the back, too, I mean?"

Alex's expression can best be summarised thusly: What the crack are you on?

"Of course."

"Oh," Edmund says, weakly. "Well. That's... quite good, then, I suppose." He cuts himself off, visibly, before asking once more all of it? and, instead, reaches for the chalk, scribbling on the specials board.

Welcome to Milliways Bar
Happy Hour

Come find a drink Alex hasn't yet learned!
3/4 Off any drink Bar has to make

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's once again been in the bar for a while. In fact, he's already had a couple of very interesting conversations, and is looking for more. He's got tea, and he's willing to share.



((For Plot purposes, Archie has been cursed, but isn't showing many outward signs of it. Yet.))

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[stbethadettes]

(OOM: seeing Doc in Tharsis City)

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[lyra_silver]

Some very special books reside in St Sophia's Library. A few of these books are not actually in the Rare Books Room, and one has to know exactly where to look in order to find them. One has to know even more in order to read them without being hounded by the librarians.

Lyra Silvertongue knows St Sophia's Library.

"Bar, could I have some book pads and a snake, please?" Collecting the pads, she finds a corner booth with good lighting. Very carefully, she removes William Blake's The Marriage of Heaven and Hell and sets it on the book pads.

[ooc: Mun has unexpectedly been overcome by exhaustion. *hangs slowtime sign*]

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

It's been a very long, very strange day, and so Sheppard looks almost grateful to see Milliways when he steps through the door. He heads to the bar, sitting down and ordering a beer. Compared to the day he's had, the usual strangeness of Milliways is welcome. Trips to the bar usually don't involve being threatened with being killed, and that's a welcome change of pace right now.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is downstairs in the bar, reading Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers.

She just wanted a beer, this time.

She's not had one in a while, not since before she got drunk the last time.

It's been long enough since that happened that beer tastes good to her again.

She wouldn't mind company.

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[the_antiangst]

Two characters for the price of one! (Or something.)
Angel (not dressed up, since he knows now is... not exactly the time) and Jane (who hasn't been around enough lately to be caught in the tide of hormonal rage) are over by the fireplace, catching up. Angel's taking up one of the couches with a sewing project, or possibly two, and Jane's in a nearby armchair, drawing.
Have at one or both.

(OOC: I'm new at this, so I might get slowish; if so, bear with me. Let me know which you want, if you've a preference.)

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[attic-girl.livejournal.com]

Fuchsia is back downstairs this evening and is taking the advice of an acquaintance. She has a journal and a pen and is attempting to write.

Sadly, all she's achieved so far are drawings similar to the ones she used to decorate the walls of her bedroom with. Still, it's something.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Having spent the whole morning feeling cross and arguing with various people, Guppy has escaped to the lakeside.

The anger is subdued, to be replaced by worry, emotional exhaustion (too much seething) and a headache like having a woodpecker in his ear.

He sits down next to a tree, crosses his legs and closes his eyes, trying to let his mind clear to the sounds of the forest.

[ooc: Mun has gone to bed. Slowtime tags still welcome. Also applies to Snowball post above.]

Oh, Logan

[obligatoryass]

He's in the bar, looking far too pleased with himself. He ought to be wearing a button reading: "I'm a genius! Ask me how!" but alas, he is not.

One reason is the upcoming date with Hannah. A masterstroke of manipulation, dating the daughter of the fake witness against him. Plus, she is supercute.

The other? Logan has a hip flask. Full of whiskey. And he shares. Usually.

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[elhombrelobo.livejournal.com]

There's Sim.

Sim is sitting in a corner of the bar avoiding the women.

This is nothing new. He does this all the time. Sitting in a corner [dark of course] avoiding the women of Milliways Bar while slamming down one drink after another.

This time he's sitting so close to the wall he's in danger of ending up on the other side of the wall.

Three guesses why and the first two don't count.



...women...

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

(Of course, to hear them tell it, it is the surviving sister who is the crazy one. What a Witch. Psychologically warped; possessed by demons. Insane. Not a pretty picture.)

Pretty is as pretty does, and Elphaba's not the sort to bother to behave in any manner other than what suits her at the time.

(She was castrated at birth. She was born hermaphroditic, or maybe entirely male. She was deprived of a mother's love, is how I've heard it. She was an abused child. She was addicted to medicine for her skin condition. She has been unlucky in love like the rest of us. She's a woman who prefers the company of other women.)

She does come out, sometimes, to sit and read--which is not, really, much different than what she does alone, but she's never cared for company for company's sake. Talk too often is merely gossip.

(She's the spurned lover of a married man. She is a married man. She's a despot. A dangerous tyrant. I hear she's a champion of home rule for the so-called Winkies)

The Lives of the Saints is the book of the night. Frex read taught her to read from it.

If you accuse her of nostalgia, you might be right, but she won't admit it.

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[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

What? Did you think this wouldn't touch the animal patrons as well?

Looks like human[oid] females aren't the only ones cycling in the bar this month.

There's a large, cougar-like cat roaming between the tables, yowling, screaming and, every now and then, will roll about on the floor the way you've seen housecats do.

It would appear that being around a large number of hormonal women has caused Tasha to come into heat. Or rather, the scent of dozens of women going through their monthly cycles has caused her to come into heat. Or maybe it's empathy that's led her to this state.

Then again it could just be a funny case of coincidence that Ian's lir is in estrus and acting very friendly to everyone, rubbing against them and purring loud enough to pass for a car engine.

Either way, there's a cat who's perhaps the only one enjoying this time of the month - much to Ian's chagrin.


[This post weirds me out in all sorts of ways and that's why I have to write it.

Stupid muses...]

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[latino_menace]

Ramon enters the bar carrying a large bag. Also, two swords, a rifle and a something that looks suspiciously like an Uzi. A few pistols can be seen in his waistband. He doesn't linger in the bar proper, just heads upstairs to the room he and Random still keep here.

A few minutes later, he's back and settling into a booth with the swords and the two large guns; these last two get rapidly taken apart and he starts to clean them thoroughly. But it's no coincidence that he's in a booth with a good view of the rest of the bar and he looks up often. There's a few people he's keeping an eye out for - two specifically...and anyone else that's acting strangely.

Looks like he knows what's going on. And is getting ready for something serious.

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[clumsy_auror]

Tonks meanders out of the Staff Wing, Anthony in one arm and a small stack of reports in the other.

She's playing catch-up at work, getting ready to go back, when it's time.

A mug of Mexican chocolate appears on the Bar and trails her to her seat. Try not to intercept it in mid-air.

re-entrance

[bedside-manners.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After this...]

Janet stepped backward into the bar, the same way she left Cassie's room through the closet. She examined her hands right away to make sure she was still visible, to make sure that she had made it back in time.

She stood stock still as the event horizon shut off soudlessly, melting into the wall behind it. This time, it left no door in its place. Janet looked at the blank wall for a short moment and smiled, content to turn around and find a seat at the bar. She knew that that had been the last time she would ever go back to her universe.

But it didn't matter now, she was just happy that she had even gotten a second chance.

Janet briefly reached up to where her necklace had been and then slid onto the nearest barstool.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy is over by the fire, curled up in her chair, and sound asleep.

Someone should wake her up. For one thing, she's going to get a terrible crick in her neck if she sleeps like that. And for another, she's surely going drop that teacup before too much longer.

...a return

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"David!"

He walks in shouting the name, noticibly different from the last time anyone would have seen him. For one, he's more pale, though the extent of that paleness cannot be seen in the dim lighting. His eyes are slightly different, and his teeth... Well, he's not smiling and he probably won't smile for some time, but when he does, there's something to notice there. Most noticiably, or perhaps least noticiable but most notably, his heart is no longer beating.

Once he's established that David is nowhere in sight or hearing, he settles on one side of the bar in a booth. Ivanhoe, ever helpful and kind, brings him his usual... and for the first time in some time, he can actually drink it.

No, he still doesn't know what's going on, but he knows he doesn't exactly like it.

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

That time of the month? Sucks to be human, doesn't it ladies?

Lust enters the bar, confident, cool and collected as ever. Some time spent back home works wonders for the mind when you're confronted with insoluable moral quandries without the benefit of a soul.

She orders a glass of wine and looks around.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

It's very sudden. Atton just gets up from where he is sitting, drinking something surprisingly non-alcoholic and leaves the bar.

A couple of moments later, he enters again. Except he looks much younger. Thirteen years younger, in fact, or thereabouts. And very hungover.

"Oh, kriff, not again - ..." Eighteen-year-old-Atton-who-is-not-yet-called-Atton breaks off into a stream of curses, but runs out of them before long. So he goes and looks broody in a booth.

It seemed a good idea at the time.

((Mun may have to go in forty minutes or, at the most, two hours, so slowtime may be necessary.))

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[scapepig]

Ever seen a pig try to play the piano?

You have now.

The stool was a bit of a problem, but having managed to lever himself onto it, Snowball is now prodding experimentally at the keys with his snout and trotters.

What exactly he is trying to play, if anything, is questionable. More likely he's trying to figure out how it works.

[Entrance]

[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mary confronts Young Master Colin about being stupid, and Colin is unimpressed with her elephant injuries. In the end, Mary shares another Secret, and opens the door for Colin.]

Colin pushes himself through the door, and stops, chair blocking the way, Mary behind him.

His eyes are wider than ever as he stares.

He's never seen anything like this.

"Mary--why--what is this?"

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the bar.

Watching the remains of his dinner and a mostly empty glass of water rather intently.

His eyes do flash up, though usually only for a moment, scanning the bar. Occasionally to a wait rat if it rushes past, then quickly back to the mostly empty plate.

He's hoping this will make his eyes less noticeable.

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[karthan-pirate.livejournal.com]

Avar s'Ffalenn is downstairs, sipping slowly at a mug of ale, and reading a book. He appears to be taking diligent notes.

At least part of the book is in English. Most of it isn't.

Learning a new language is not actually his idea of a good time. But the learning that comes after, when translation is no longer necessary, that's the kind he likes. So he'll get through this.

But there will be frowning.

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[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

I heard the huntsman calling as he drew Three-acre Spinney;
He found a fox and hunted him ere night,

He left one place, to this place. The door opened and he crossed the threshold into the bar. The formal riding attire he wore were of an antique cut, suggesting a hunt. The tailcoat and breeches were dark blue, the exposed vest embroidered over with silver. Field boots were polished with meticulous care. Crossed with the modern satchel that hung over his shoulder. His eyebrows furrowed with thought, throwing a glamour over the clothing. The colors trembled and bled out into black. He slouched into a booth, removed a book from the bag, and read.

And his voice upon the hillside was golden as a guinea,
And I ventured he'd done nicely--most respectful and polite--
Jig-jogging back to kennels, and the stars were shining bright.