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[last-king.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Thursday night. After his arrival and conversation with Lucy, Tirian gets a room upstairs.]

In the past few days, Tirian has not ventured forth from his room for much besides meals, though he's become somewhat accustomed to the bar and the sight of its patrons, if not any further interaction with them. By now, he's feeling himself perhaps more ready for any such interactions, and there are at least a few people he's hoping to meet.

So now, he comes down the stairs, a tall, broad-shouldered man of about twenty-five with blonde hair and a scant beard, his clothing rich, but simply made. With food and drink obtained from the bar--a simple but hearty meal--he settles at a table near the fire, watching the rest of the bar with slightly cautious interest.


[OOC: Mun is still having some computer issues, but wanted to get the poor lad out of slowtime limbo and have him actually meet some people. Tags may be slow.]

(no subject)

[e_delmar]

When a man's used to wide open plains and mountains aplenty, too many trees and not enough land will damn near kill him. This could be why Ennis Del Mar's hand is twitching a bit as he sits in the corner, smoking.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in her usual booth, eyes fixed on the screen of her laptop. She's biting her lip worriedly as she goes over the information, pausing every now and then to jot something down in her notebook. Whatever she's looking at, she doesn't seem to be particularly happy about it.

(no subject)

[forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Monkey was in the bar. He's thinner than he was, and his bright saffron robes are faded and stained. The quest moves on, even if it moves slow.

But he's still just Monkey, and right now he's dancing in the rafters in loping exaggerated steps from beam to beam, singing a demon-fighting song in loud screechy Chinese.

pengyou ni shi xiao haizi shuo da hua
zai lu shang wanr xiang yi tian biancheng da nanzi han
lian shang you tu
ni zhende mei lian
wo hui dao nar dou ti ni de pigu

shuo women hui women women hui yaogun ni
women hui women hui yao gun ni

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: A (somewhat) lazy Sunday morning.]

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[OOM: Back on Serenity, River has good news for her brother and sister-in-law.

Good news, specifically, about the late Mr. Early.]

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon's in the bar again. Well, he never left actually, which might be why he looks so knackered. At the same time, he looks pretty pleased with life too.

This doesn't mean he won't attempt to put the smackdown on people who seem to be cursed, but if you're not - or don't think you are - then he's safer to talk to than he has been in a while.

(no subject)

[twostandingby]

[OOM: After this, Petra brings Tycho up to the simulator room and they have a friendly contest. Rated X for X-wings and P for pilot getting vaped by a fifteen-year-old girl.]

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

The mun suddenly woke up at 4:30 this morning and remembered she had not yet finished a paper for school.

So while the mun works, Tahiri sneaks downstairs for a late-night/early morning milkshake. Strawberry. A note is delivered with it, which she sits and reads very carefully.

Wellllll kriff. Time to start tracking down people who know what this is about and see what's being done to stop it, huh?



[ooc: okay, paper is done and class calls. if anyone wants to tag, will pick up as soon as I get back.]

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Eddie sat in the bar. And this time, he was not his usual upbeat self.

Oh, he was very pleased with the gifts he'd recieved from Laini, and he had gone to get gifts for both her and Windows 95 - it was just part of what he considered normal life anymore. But there was more than the usual flippancy that he held dear in his mind.

His eyes were on the door. Usually, he could open that door to anywhere, but he knew there were things that would have to be found out eventually.

Sooner than eventually.

And for all the promises he'd made that he would get assistance before returning to that Korean battlefield, he was quickly discovering it was a promise he couldn't, in good conscience, keep.

Thus, Eddie was frowning as he watched the door, his glass of cran-grape beading sweat, the condensation rolling, unnoticed, over his fingers.

He had a lot to think about.

an... entrance

[de-thiel.livejournal.com]

A handsome man in an expensive suit walks in, shuffling papers on a clipboard.

He turns around and walks back out.

He walks back in.

He walks back out.

He walks back in... and then attempts to walk back out, except that the door seems to have closed. It is still there, thank goodness, or someone very well might have gotten shot before things were resolved (though not fatally because, really, that solves--all right, perhaps the first person would have been shot fatally if only to vent his irritation but the second would merely have been clipped in the knee for questioning) but it happens to be closed. At this, Arnaud blinks, attempting to be amused, before turning around.

He takes in the bar quite calmly for a moment before the clipboard is dropped to his side and his eyes close. He appears to be counting to t--

"Would someone like to explain why there is a drinking establishment in my lair?!"

...welcome to Milliways, Arnaud.

Entrance Post

[prince-luna.livejournal.com]

[From here]

At first he'd thought it was one of Eddie's doing... then he'd had to scratch that idea. None of this was smart enough to be something that Eddie would've done. Not that he was saying the Brujah Primogen was dumb or anything. It's just that he knew how Eddie thought and this... this wasn't it. Actually... he's not sure who would've thought of something like this. Something that would pull him away from San Francisco... away from his home.

Many would wonder or start wondering where he was, especially Cash, if he wasn't home by the end of the night. But there seemed little he could do. So when he does end up in the bar he allows his eyes and sharp senses to take in the sights and smells of the place. The unfamiliar place.

If this was the trick of one of the vampires back home they would regret it upon his return. For he'd not tolerate an act such as this. And even though he'd hate to have to call a blood hunt... he'd do it. If only to prove that he was still ruler. To prove that this was not something that you did to him.

Moving away from the door after taking everything in he walks over to a stool and sits down. Might as well not block the door while he sat and tried figuring out exactly whom had did this. Because he doesn't understand how he can go from being in the Haven to being inside of a bar... really that makes no sense to the vampire.

(no subject)

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

So, winter.

No, not winter.

WINTER

In the bar. With icecream.

(no subject)

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The morning in Imladris dawned bright and clear, and the first of the migratory birds arrived in the gardens, poking about for forgotten seeds. The sight raised Glorfindel's spirits enought that as he strolled back to the armory after morning drills, he sang to himself in a strong, clear voice, not caring a whit about who might hear.

He is still singing as he strolls though the door, as the bar stands in place of his armory once again.

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chared palan-díriel...

Unperturbed, and certainly undaunted from finishing his song, he continues on towards the fire to warm up.

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

[OOM: Nerdanel and Mandos have a small talk before the Elf falls asleep.]

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel is at a table, looking refreshed for the moment. She slept late and is now enjoying a large breakfast.

Gil is an excellent cook and the pregnant Elf is beginning to suspect he is spoiling her rotten with the pastries and sweets he concocts.

A Former Star Enters.

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Close the World, Open the Next.

Truman stepped into the bar, blinking with some surprise. It wasn't Seahaven, but was this the real world? His eyes immediately scanned the place. Lots of people here. Lots of very strange people in fact. Hmmmm... He didn't see any cameras here offhand, or nobody seemed to recognize him. That's promising. And was that stars through some of the windows?!?

So he just stepped further into the bar, and the door closed smoothly behind him.

He then simply smiled, and chirped cheerfully, "Good morning!"

(no subject)

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The rain switched to snow overnight out by the lake. Everything is now covered in a softening blanket of white.

A set of footprints can been seen in this pristine blanket. If one were to follow them, they would lead one to the Ranger who has decided to finally explore the great Milliways outdoors.

And, if you look at the prints closely, you'll see the feet that made them are bare.

(no subject)

[elvish-hunter.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]


The door opens and a tall, lean woman enters. She is well armed - a bow and arrows strapped across her back, a sword sheathed at her side and a short knife attached to each thigh.

The surprise she feels at entering such a pace is not indicated on her face. Those who are highly perceptible may notice the extra tension in her limbs.

Quickly, her bright, blue inhuman eyes dart around the room, assessing her situation. She then slowly draws her sword and steps forward.

(no subject)

[karthan-pirate.livejournal.com]

Given Ramon's warning of a few days ago, and despite his own inclination to go unarmed in a place with rules of 'no violence', Avar carefully belts on the cutlass his son had gifted him with, and heads downstairs.

Once there, he obtains a light meal--bread and fruit and cold meats--from Bar, and settles himself not in a booth, but at a table.

With his back to a wall and facing as much of the room as he can. He has no desire to die twice, and though it might not come to that, far better to take preventative measures than to recover from a possibly fatal misstep.

(no subject)

[steadycenter.livejournal.com]

[ooc: "Okay. Let's go see Uncle Charlie."]

The front door opens to a wee girl who's been to the bar many times before . . . and a woman who has not.

"See, Mummy?" Megan Pace says gleefully, as Karen Pace looks about in wonder and confusion.

Hello Mr. Preston

[honest-preston.livejournal.com]

When you're a busy young man with your nose in administrative duties, you have a tendency to zero in on you work. Not on where you may be going. Which is why a serious-looking, tall young man in glasses walks in looking at his notepad and nothing else. He doesn't notice that he hasn't stepped into the Universal Studio headquarters in New York, not until he bumps into a table. The notepad falls out of his hands. And the young man looks up.

At the Observation Window.

Oops?


[ ooc: mun is out for food; will be back in 20 minutes. a delayed "I'm back!" ]

(no subject)

[medicine-bird.livejournal.com]

Over by the hearth as usual, Jean Grey sits with a small box of truffles and the latest copy of Human Genetics, at least by her standards. She hadn't had a chance to read it before heading off to Boston, you see.

For all her intent study of emerging genetic anomalies, she seems to be quite open to company.

[OOC: The mun's been summoned elsewhere, so no more replies from me, alas. Thanks muchly!]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

There is a black bird up in the rafters. If one can tell and with how many are in the bar one could identify that the bird was a raven. Not The Raven, but a raven, female in fact. She is watching bar, perhaps looking for friends or potential victims maybe both.

At any rate there is a beuatiful black bird perched in the rafters looking a little lonely.

(no subject)

[yourladyship.livejournal.com]

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else -- and the case in point, a certain, squeaking Cleopatra -- a blonde Elizabethan player-queen, in skirts and frills and silly shoes that make him trip the moment he steps backstage. But this is not backstage, not the one he expected, not the court, but the tavern ... or not.

With startled-startling eyes Alfred glances around the bar, stammers an "ex-excuse me" to no one in particular. He turns, to flee (and trips, of course) (he will never get used to those shoes).

(no subject)

[harvardbohemian.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Joanne visits the last person she'd ever thought would be in jail.]

"He's got me on this wild goose chase, Adam, about some bar on Avenue C. I gotta go. My signal's breaking up. I'll call you later, alright?" Hanging up, Joanne eyes the door in the alley. It was just a door to someone's storage area. This is so wierd. Idly pulling at the door, she wonders where she put the number to that psychiatrist she was going to send Maureen to....
What to do with my impromptu baby...
And then everything changes. The door actually opens. Stepping in the door, she sees, not boxes and a storage area, but a bar. A real, live, bar, with people. Strange people. And... rats running around? So either Mark's up to some sort of trick, or something even stranger than she thought is happening.
I look before I leap, I love margins and discipline...
Pausing, she clears her throat, addressing the bar at large, perhaps with less confidence than she's used to. "Excuse me, I'm Joanne Jefferson, legal council for Mark Cohen. I'm looking for a drag queen claiming to be Angel."

Welcome to Milliways, Joanne.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

"Oh. Hey. Look." Beth's arm is still wrapped tightly around his waist. "We're back."

The view of the Bebop's kitchen is the last thing Spike sees before the door closes. Slowly, he lowers his gun and pockets it.

And there, by the front door to the bar, he turns and kisses Beth. "I've got three words for you." He smiles a smug little smile.

"Let's go upstairs."

(They do.)

(no subject)

[sto-helit.livejournal.com]

Two for one Disc post today, which mainly consists of a girl sitting at a booth and arguing spiritedly with an orangutan.

Have at with either of them.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ Upstairs, in Jack's room: Fuck Orpheus.

Warning for JACK SMASH!!!, blood, and vomit. Millitimed to last night. ]

Entrance post

[shufti]

The door opens to reveal a small, scruffy kid, covered in mud and wearing a red army uniform. Under a large brown hat is red-brown hair, and a body that manages to look both plump and malnourished at the same time.

Shufti stops, blinks, and looks around, eyes taking in these strange surroundings.

"Sarge?" It is a hissed whisper, hand reaching for a small handheld horsebow hanging from a tatty brown leather belt.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

You may have noticed the writer curled up uncomfortably in a booth. You may also have noticed that this writer has strips of fabric wrapped around his hands and elbows, and cuts on his face. You may also notice that this writer looks, shall we say, pissed off. Very much so.

Approach with caution.


[ ooc: and now mun must gobed. ]

(no subject)

[jediwarriorgirl.livejournal.com]

Tenel Ka comes into the bar, and, instead of heading straight outside for a long run, she orders a tall glass of tea and sits down in a corner booth with it. Every now and then she glances toward the door, as though she's watching it but not wanting to look as though she's watching it.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Harry Wells got up early, as is his wont, and did what he normally does of a morning. But after that there was a lot of day in which to plan and consider and practise, and sooner or later he ran out of work to do and found himself stuck thinking.

It's not a pastime he enjoys, around here. Necessary, yeah, but not the most comfortable way to pass the hours.

At any rate he's got tea and a spot by the fire and could probably be disturbed without too much trouble.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Gil has once again brought Georgia to the Bar. Sara is currently playing peekaboo with her.

Bother either or both.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

It's cold outside, especially after a morning's work at the anvil, but Gimli is in need of somethign to eat and a good drink. Thus, there is a dwarf at one of the tables with a hefty pile of roasted meat and root vegetables in front of him.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Somewhat sullen wizard in the bar, dressed in dark green robes. Martin was on his shoulder peeping quietly.
He was keeping an eye for members of security. Especially Liam.
He was keeping himself busy reading up on Animagus training while he observed the people. A lot seemed new today. Huh, strange.

The door opens and in rolls a white trenchcoat. Oh. And John bloody Taylor...

[finds-it.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Escaping the Harrowing and a VERY brief trip on the Rainbow Run]

...I gotta start landing on my feet. Because my ass? Is getting bloody tired of it.

I take a look around, not exactly surprised to see a bar. I hadn't been too far from Strangfellows when I'd been attacked and there's always the chance that the Member's Card in my pocket could have pulled me out of trouble, but there's no Alex behind the bar and this place looks a hell of a lot...

Cleaner? Friendlier? Sane?

Pick your adjective and run with it.

That being said, no matter how nice it looked, I wasn't really interested in ending up places without intending to be there in the first place. Yeah, I was mostly just intending to be anywhere but where the Harrowing were, but I know every bar and club in the Nightside and this didn't look anything like any of them.

So I get to my feet, shake off as much of the dirt as I can, and start looking around.

first entrance

[last-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The exile comes to Telos.]

The door slides upward, opening in near perfect imitation of a freighter's entry ramp. A figure dressed in solid white enters, moving silently as a ghost.

She blinks once as she takes in her surroundings-- this certainly does not look like the inside of the exile's ship. The handmaiden should know... she was the one who stole it from Citadel Station.

In fact, it looks rather like a seedy cantina. Only with not quite so many Twi'leks.

Something has obviously gone wrong. The handmaiden just does not know what.

Entrance

[plant-alchemist.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Things are a little strained at the Tringham residence.]

Russell doesn't notice where he is at first, with his head down as he closes the door behind him. But when he turns to walk toward his desk, he stops abruptly at the sight of a bar full of people in front of him where his bedroom should have been.

He stands silent for a moment and stares, eyebrows raised, sure that he must be imagining things.

Russell steps backward to lean against the closed door and reaches around for the doorknob, certain that if he went back out and came back in, there would be no bar and he could blame this hallucination on his over worked mind. When he can't find the handle, he turns around to a blank wall where the door had been only seconds ago. He runs his hands frantically over the wall hoping that it would suddenly appear and wondering why it was even gone in the first place.

It had to be to alchemy. It was the only explanation for a door turning into a wall. If only he had something to draw an array with, then escaping wouldn't be so much of a problem. So now Russell was stuck in this hallucination, hoping that it was only because he had only fallen asleep at his desk again. After all, his room hadn't been a bar earlier that day.

Entrance Post, yo!

[drunken-warrior.livejournal.com]

OOC: After this this post in Zhang Fei's journal

Zhang Fei saw the door to a tavern, he stopped the horse and gazed at the door.

"I never saw that tavern before. Bah, it the first tavern I have see so far."

He need to wallow in sorrow, darnit! >.> Zhang Fei got the horse and lead it to the door, he tied the horse near the door and opened the door, he walked in..

...He cursed in surprise and stared at everyone in the bar, none seem to have the same clothing of anyone from his era. "Where in the hell am I?"

He decided that he will leave this weird place and turn to the door again, the door didn't opened at all. He did a light curse, and shook his head.

".....Look like I am stuck here......."

He just sighed and went to corner, he took a seat and wondered how in the heck he will get beer. >.>

Anyone want to speak with a large man with a green turban and some warrior clothing?

Zhang Fei's mun was sorry about the bad first post!

OOM

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Reunions, Magics, Staffs, and Other Important Things - Nina comes to Magius's room as they talk and begin to come together once more. Warnings for R-rated sexual situations.]

(no subject)

[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

( Just after this )

"Where the hell are you, asshole?" With a silver-blue flash of his katana, Mugen leaps through the door, eyes narrowed, looking around like he's never been allowed in a place like this a day in his whole fucking life. "What the hell..."

It's the smell of food that stops him cold, like he's run into a stone wall.

And then he sees Jin, and he's torn as hell. Who gets to wait: his stomach or his anger?

Right now his stomach loses: he still has to settle this shit with Jin.

(no subject)

[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

I bet you didn't know Daisy Adair could play the piano, did you?

... well, her mun didn't either, and had to check a couple of canon resources to be sure.

But, lo and behold, Daisy Adair can play the piano, and is currently doing so!

( To Ben Folds' 'Lullabye.' )

She's very fond of the song -- even has her eyes closed as she plays it.

So you'd probably scare her to death (again) if you poked her.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

When things are hard, it never hurts to spend time with those you love.

So it is perhaps a gentler, softer Aeryn standing in the Bar today, making amusing faces at her son, who giggles in delight. She's still determined, to go back to Crais, get the potion from Angie and leave in a few solar days time, but that only makes today with Andrei, more precious.

Come coo at the baby. He's cute!

[OOC: Permission was obtained from Danii and her pup Gary, who know where the boys are right now, for Aeryn to have the bebe today.]

(no subject)

[theres-grey-now.livejournal.com]

Sarah's curled up in her armchair by the fire, attempting to sketch the bar.

But for some reason, the bar keeps turning into a dead body with her knife in its chest. Christopher's chest.

Come distract her from her drawing?

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

[OOMs: Atton shares a dream with somebody and visits another slicer, who is significantly more helpful.]

Sometime earlier, in an unwritten exit post, Jaq left the bar.

The door swings open and Atton enters, favouring one leg and looking a bit bruised and battered, but smiling and relatively content nonetheless. He takes a moment to adjust to not being in a dirty, underground street and then heads over to a booth.

From another deserted alleyway in NYC......

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

I was never really to big on the whole dancing part of going to a club. It wasn't like the current venture was packed with people anyways. I got what I wanted, whether it be a drink or...well something else and left. I would practically sit in the alleyway with my amusements and wait for my completely screwed up friends to come stumbling out at one point. I still dressed in my finest which happened to be a plain black droopy shirt..thing. My mom had given it to me, while she was trying to change me into a girly girl. She eventually realized it would never happen. So, one alleyway just as another, right? Obviously not.

I walk through the back exit, equipped with my cigarettes and a beer. I appear in a bar. It's not a rave bar...but it is a bar. I starrrrre for a moment and then just sit. Right in the middle of the floor. I lean against...something, random thoughts fly through my mind.

Puff and drink.

Care to greet the latest import?

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington comes in, apparently having just returned from a skirmish - one arm is bandaged, and his uniform is torn and bloodied.

He sighs as he sees where he is, but doesn't walk back out. Might as well stay for a drink.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sitting in a chair by the fireplace, with a book in his hand. Not that he's reading it much, as he seems to be starting to nod off. He should probably head upstairs to bed, but doesn't want to; since he got back, his sleep has been unsettled, and he's not eager to head off to dreamland again.

Not that he seems to have much of a choice at the moment, though he keeps jerking himself awake.

At least the bruising on his face has faded to a sickly yellow, the burn now a faint red line, and the immobilizers on his hand and knee come off tomorrow.

[ooc: Heading off for canon at 9PM EST--in two hours. Back after that but depending on which computer I'm on and how interesting/good the ep is, tags might be slow due to squeeage.]

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

[OOM: Atop the Aerie; warnings for severe end-of-second-game spoilers.]

...And when he looks up, he is elsewhere.

Felix is crouched by the door, sword out (though not in an immediately-threatening position). He blinks several times. His eyes widen. He sheathes his sword and bounds over to the bar.

::Crystal?::

::Rx-V-2ke3-alpha-*#po,:: responds the Djinni.

"Bar, may I have a two-dimensional Psynergy diagram for Rx-V-2ke3-alpha-*#po, please?"

The piece of paper that appears bears a picture that looks like nothing so much as a technicolored tangle of spaghetti and meatballs. Felix takes a seat and begins tracing some of the lines, occasionally muttering something like "tied into t rather than x" or "semi-inversion at the kappa point".

Happy Hour

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard meanders out of the Staff Wing, glancing at his silver bracelets every so often, and walks behind Bar.

Both kids were cranky today, a bit, and so if either one glows red, he'll be disappearing to help his frazzled wife deal with a screaming toddler and/or infant.

But! He's here now!

He settles into one corner of the Bar, waiting for Patrick Swayze to come rescue him for orders.

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour! Drink specials are Pomegranate Cosmopolitan, Strawberry Margarita, and Dirty Girl Scout. Food special is Penne Puttanesca. What'll you have?"

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam wanders through the front door, since he was in town, and stops dead when he sees who came in just before him.

"..."

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sometimes, exits are big to-dos. There are goodbyes and hugs and occasionally tears.

This isn't one of those.

Instead, it's just Sawyer and Claire walking in and leaving their room keys on the bar. The lease for their new apartment has been signed, the deposit and first month's rent has been paid, and their few belongings have been moved over. They don't need the rooms in the bar anymore.

That's all there is to it. Smiling to each other, they turn and walk back out. Those with a discerning ear might hear a little something different about the way the door clicks shut behind them this time. There's a sort of finality to the sound.

Nothing special about this exit. Nothing particular to show that the door will only open once more for either of these two... and not for quite a long time.

In the real world, though, that's how it works sometimes.

(no subject)

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

Run, run, scuttle, weave
something beautiful
roll, tackle, crouch, pounce
that's what I see
scamper, skid, leap, lop
something shining golden
clatter, thump, scratch, trot
like a field of wheat
a fox is in the bar.

Even if you've never heard a fox singing, the energy level of the large, furry animal ought to be enough to give a hint that he's pretty content with life right now.

Come play with him.

(no subject)

[toomanypostits.livejournal.com]

Rube had an evening reap tonight that he kept for himself. The rest of the group had enough to deal with, and this one wasn't highly out of his way. So, he took care of it quickly and is now heading back to Der Waffle Haus for some coffee while he finishes up some paperwork.

He stops just inside the door.

"Now what the hell is this?"

Because it clearly isn't Der Waffle Haus.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

She is, in fact, in a good mood, as she cartwheels across the rafters. But this mood is almost wholy relient on the fact that she's very determinedly not thinking about demonsmusicvampiressexmagicbrother.

Not thinking about things. It's a defence mechanism. That doens't mean that there's not a part of her mind and a part of her eye looking for someone.

(no subject)

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman asked the bar for a key, and now he was sitting by the fireplace. His clothes and hair were dry now, and he felt quite warm. He had some hot chocolate (NOT Moccocoa however, say thankya) to help him warm up. His eyes still glanced outside toward the Observation window.
There was a definite look of contentment, and a sense of 'I have arrived' about the 30 year old newcomer. He was starting to relax, and not look for the cameras or anything like that anymore. There was other odd things, but goood odd things.
Things like magic, aliens, other worlds, and he felt like the proverbial kid in a candy store being in the thick of it.

(no subject)

[stopped-signal.livejournal.com]

Mr. Universe is in the bar again, keeping a wary eye out for large crazy blond men.

Yes, Garion, we mean you.

(no subject)

[royal-guarantor.livejournal.com]

Roshaun comes downstairs and heads for the Bar for a drink.

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

He's abandoned the pile of books for the evening in favor of a large mug of strong coffee - caffiene apparently being the intoxicant of choice for the day.

Have at him.

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[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

A green-haired teenaged boy in a white uniform is seated at the Bar; Saionji has been out of Milliways for several weeks, but he found himself with an empty evening, and he'd rather spend it here than in his dorm room.

In a vague concession to his catch-up work, he has a Japanese translation of Herman Hesse's Demian with him, but it's being neglected in favor of a magazine (also in Japanese) about the world kendo championships.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal hears about Jubal. He is, um...enthused.]

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[gonna_live]

Industrial-strength hand cleanser cleanses one's hands.

It also kind of leaves them dry.

This is why Kaylee is sitting at the Bar and contemplating very deeply just what the proper course of action is.

Is there, in fact, such a thing as strawberry-scented hand cream? Inquiring minds want to know.

(no subject)

[champloosamurai.livejournal.com]

As he enters through a door he never opened, Jin can hear Mugen's voice behind him demanding as loudly as usual that he wait just a goddamn minute.

It's difficult to tune Mugen out.

It's not for Mugen's sake, however, when Jin stops just two steps inside the door, his eyes widening in surprise first and then narrowing in suspicion.

(no subject)

[loveinalocket.livejournal.com]

Shiori is here. That's all really.
(Regrettably, Shiori-mun is not, as she has gone to bed.)

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust returns to Milliways.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

First Entrance

[dragonmenacier.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a tall blond man steps in and looks around. He doesn't seem to be terrible surprised to be in a bar, but he does raise an eyebrow at some of the stranger-looking people and Animals. He chooses to ignore them for the moment and steps inside, shakes out his cloak, and hangs it on the rack, and then starts walking the perimeter of the room, clearly looking for someone.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty has fully recovered from Saturday night, and is now enjoying a quieter, more civilised evening, with a fish and chips and a can of Ka.

(no subject)

[forest_king]

Mendanbar has been trying to figure out what exactly it is that makes the doors in his castle occasionally open on the end of the Universe. But it's the Enchanted Forest, and he's not too bothered by the fact that, for now, he has absolutely no idea.

At any rate, he's found his way here tonight, through a door that should have led to a ballroom. (The ballroom is a good place to hide from his steward. Milliways is a better one.)

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[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Al sits on a rock, out by the frozen lake. From the look of the frost forming on him, he's been there for some time. In fact, it's probably best not to get too close to that much frozen steel. You might not come off at all.

So, just in case someone was getting ideas, plz to not be licking the suit of armor. You might lose your whole tongue.

Besides, then Al would have to stop admiring the pretty view, and that would be sad.

(no subject)

[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

It's been a long and somewhat uneventful day in the Mountains of Morning, which is why Cimorene is happily ensconced at a booth munching an apple and reading from a large, oldish book. This one, at least, is in English.

As always, she'd love some company.

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[river_meimei]

River is curled on an armchair, legs tucked tidily beneath her.

She's watching the room with interest. Every so often she glances at someone else, and starts to grin again, as if she can't help it.

There's a subtle change in her demeanor. Usually she watches objects with fascination or wariness or uncertainty that's not necessarily proportional to their actual appearance, and that's still true. What's changed is the way she's watching people: no sudden starts, no sharp glances over their shoulders, no flickering changes of expression.

That's because, as of last night's encounter with Rachel Grey, she's not picking up on anything psychically. The only thing people are saying to her is what they're actually saying.

It won't last.

But, for now, it's holding steady.

entrance

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

The day had started out strange, a strange feeling in the air when Anna had walked through those courtroom doors...and it ended strange, as Brian pulled her out of a car, rain drenching them both.

Or so Anna had thought it had ended. But when the door opened to admit a blonde teenager soaked with rain from her head to her toes, dripping in it, Anna realised her day was only beginning, and it was only getting stranger.

She took a tentative step foward, drinking in the sight of the bar. What was this place...and more importantly, where was she?

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[it_has_teeth]

Outside in the lake, under the thin layer of surface ice, a vast white shape is circling.

Come close enough and it's possible to distinguish Ed, a flash of movement where there shouldn't be any, a white shadow.

He's the Pale Slayer for a reason.

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

The door to the bar opens, and Merriman stalks in. The second the door closes behind him, he hurriedly shrugs off his heavy wool greatcoat and scowls down at the back, where a large white splotch of powdery snow is rapidly starting to melt into the fabric.

Enough snow on the ground in Oxford, and the students will naturally want to make use of it. It's most unfortunate for him that he accidentally happened to get caught in the cross-fire of a massive snowball war between Balliol and Trinity.

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[family-sport.livejournal.com]

The nice thing about the Murry family--besides the fact, in Calvin's opinion, at least, that they were absolutely brilliant in all possible ways--was that when he came home from classes, it wasn't just to see Meg. Dr. Murry (female) would feed him while Dr. Murry (male) would ask him, along with the rest of his kids, how his studies were going, and he'd play basketball with the twins and read to Charles Wallace.

And go with Meg to the star-watching rock, most nights, and just talk.

Kythe.

I Name you Calvin, I Name you Meg sing with us dance with us listen to us.

Be.

Some nights, Meg reads to Charles Wallace alone, though, or talks with her mother, and tonight is one of those nights. He's tempted to stay inside and wait for her to finish, but that old go there do this feeling is back, so he's at the rock by himself, bundled up against the cold, and looking at the stars trying to clear his head before heading back to the house.

But when he opens the door and steps through, it's not the Murry's kitchen that he sees.

Calvin O'Keefe blinks repeatedly, door closing behind him, and stares, slowly beginning to look a little bemused and a little lost.

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[viceriddengnome.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and a magical sitar enters.





It's a sad magical sitar. Buy him a drink? Or tell him where he is? Cos he's confused.

[ ooc: and mun is feeling tired...will vanish...although i'm not sure if I'll be gone for the rest of the night. ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

The doctor is in

Guppy is in a booth half way between the bar and the infirmary, playing chess with himself.

Come join him.

[ooc: Mun needs to slowtime for sleeeeep. Sorry :)]

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[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

Ed is in the bar, in a booth, with a diagram spread out before him. He doesn't seem to really get it at all - he'll pick it up every so often, squint at it or turn it over, all the time looking a bit confused.

Apparently there's a difference between being able to get alchemy and being able to get the aspects of science, and he's learning that different now.

He's completely distracted, but would not be adverse to some help. Anyone happen to know about rockets?

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[shufti]

There's a scruffy, muddy kid huddled next to the fire, trying to get warm. The red army uniform is tatty and slightly too large, although not enough to mask the evident malnourishment.

Big blue eyes watch the patrons closely, one hand still resting on a horsebow hooked to a tatty belt.

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[anythingbutblue]

Faye's taken a long walk around today. She saw the greenhouse and the stables and all that, but there's one thing she thinks this place really needs and doesn't have.

A casino.

Or hey, even a racetrack. For horses. Or dogs. Races are all luck anyway and it probably doesn't matter which, but she's always had a thing for betting on the ponies.

She wouldn't mind seeing the damn door either, but that doesn't seem to be happening.

Again, she takes up the length of an entire fireside couch, idly flipping through a fashion magazine.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy has spent a good part of the day in the stables today, getting well acquainted with the horse she has yet to name.

She's come into the bar now, gotten cocoa and a slice of pizza, and curled up over by the fire.

She's a little lost in thought right now, but cheerful enough, and company would be very welcome.

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[conglomerelda]

The door to Milliways opens, and sort of stretches around someone who is far too large to go through a normal sized door.

A gold griffin the size of a large draft horse wanders in on three legs, as her fourth is occupied with a large, thick book. She bumps into a table before looking up and noticing her surroundings.

"Not again," she says, exasperated. "All right Lukin, have you been collaborating with Claudia again? Because this doesn't look like-"

However, her friends and classmates are not there.

"Oh lawks," Elda mutters, and wades through the crowd to find out exactly where she is.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Earlier today, 'Dora finishes a small chore.]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is curled in a booth, staring into his coffee as he stirs it. He had a decent night, with the exception of Bianca having to come over....but it's impossible to tell what's on his mind at the moment. Only one way to find out, right?

OOM: Room X

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Much belated due to IRL and the like, but anyways-

[OOM:The Second Valentine's Day]
As opposed to Svava's and Archie's first with its doom and woe. This year's is much better.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Upstairs in her mother's room, Angela recovers from the flu and talks to her mother. In progress.]

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank has been in his room and in the Infirmary, but has definitely Not been hiding. Nope. Not at all. Thus it is that he is sitting at a new table, near the Infirmary, tapping away at his rather odd looking laptop and watching the Bar.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Once again, there is an Archie in the bar. As his custom, he's got his tea and a watchful look on his face. He is watching, and some part of him is waiting...

((Yep, still cursed.))

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[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: The last night for Barry Allen and Sara Sidle. Rated W for whitetext and waaah factor.]

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[loving-uncle.livejournal.com]

Every once in a while, there comes an actor who takes the world by storm. Who prompts raves from critics, tears from audiences, and flowers from women. In fact, at this very moment in time, there is only one such spectacular actor. The one to whom all others strive.


This actor, this wonderful, amazing, spectacular actor, is now in the bar. He steeples his hands together, under his chin. "Well, well, well."


[For ease of scheduling and sleep patterns, please consider massive slowtime in effect. Tag at will.]

First Entrance Post

[agent-eppes.livejournal.com]

[In the beginning...]

So you may have heard it before? An FBI agent walks into a bar and the bartender says... oh, okay, you've heard a slight variation but the punch line remains the same, right?

Okay so a Don Eppes walks into milliways, for the first time, and with the most utterly confused look on his face he doesn't know where to begin, what to say, what to do... there seems to be many inhabitants of the bar coming and going.

He whirls around trying to take in what he's seeing. In all his years working for the FBI in Albuquerque and Los Angeles he never had been trained for something like this.


Don could very much appreciate any help he could get here.




OOC: Slowtime as of now as for the mun it's 12.46am in Australian EST, but I will be on in a number of hours so if you're wanting to get to know Don, the mun is happy to get Don involved. This'll be strike-throughed once I'm back

Back :)

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[latino_menace]

He may look tired still, but he also seems to be a hell of a lot happier. Anyone's guess as to why and he's not telling anyway. Still, Ramon's back in the bar and on the lookout for strange behaviour from people - while simultaneously attempting to persuade bar that giving him alcohol will not impair his judgement.

Bar seems to be winning. Is anyone surprised?

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[namo]

[OOM: Room 144 -- Námo and Gorlim share a brief mental schmooping before the Vala goes to bed.]

Entry Post

[future-leader.livejournal.com]

So, a ten year old walks into a bar. Which, given the bar, probably isn't actually that rare an occurrence.

His hair's slightly touseled, windblown, and there's a smudge of grease on one cheek. He huddles deep within a worn denim jacket that's several sizes too large, trying to ward off the chill of the desert evening.

Which he suddenly realises isn't a problem. About the same time as the chatter of conversation, which shouldn't exist in the middle of nowhere, filters into his brain. His head snaps up, eyes narrowing as he looks over the very alien bar that had replaced the back yard of the latest in his mother's series of contacts.

"What. The. Hell?"

Very confused John Connor in the bar.

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[slayer_fray]

[OOC: After this, Mel is in the Cells. 'M just sayin']