Mulder OOM

[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

[Dreams May come. Mulder dreams an old dream in a very different place. My first attempt at Whitetext! YAY!]

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[slayer_fray]

[OOC: Mel was in Cell. And while she was there she was visited by a twin brother for snark and sibling bonding (slowtimed liek wo) and her boyfriend (ditto, without the liek wo part) for what we like to call 'Mike/Mel being cute as hell and not communicating'. Steph woke up and there was woe and angst and major rifts. Then along comes the new Bossman, who totally understands poor Mel's plight against the evil Musicman. Which leads us to...]

The door to the Security office opens.

Someone walks out, determined but casual, holding a scythe in her right hand and a cold look in her eyes. Without doing anything to draw attention to herself, she disappears upstairs.

That bastard musicman had better watch out. Mel's loose and after blood.

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[tibetanmethod]

[Very, very out of Milliways:

A Damn Fine Field Trip.

Starring Monkey, Special Agent Dale Cooper, the dragon of wind of the evening star, and Trogdor the Burninator, who is not the best breakfast guest ever.]

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[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

There's a quiet woman near the fire, feet folded neatly under herself as she sorts through strands of shimmering thread Bar has given her. Her friend Elizabeth gave her room, in turn, Khemrys intends to at least brighten said room for her.

She may look relaxed and care free, but she glances over her shoulder often, and she keeps running a hand through her wildly dark hair...worried, perhaps, but not enough to divert her. All said, the newest shifter seems to have settled slightly, and her clothing is no longer stolen. Come see what she's working on?

[Mun will be on for a little while, so tags will end up slowtimed, for other purposes, Khemrys is cursed]

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[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

OOM: After her second day in Milliways, Scully struggles to understand, and composes her thoughts in writing.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

From the rafters, a pair of bright blue eyes watches the bar. So many people, so many new people... It's simply amazing, like watching a living organism. Perfectly splendiferous.

Witha near perfect dismount and a double backflip, he lands upon the floor, eyes still scanning the crowd. So many people, so many possible uses!

"Must be a number of magic users around here. Maybe I should start looking for help."

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[undignified]

Time means nothing in Milliways. Have we not learnt this by now?

Pilot at the Bar, with a chocolate milkshake and a plate of Oreos. Yup -- no alcohol. Universe must be--

Ah, never mind.

He might throw cookies at you if you venture too near. He's in that kind of mood.

(That's a good one, y'know. He throws cookies out of love, really.)

[ooc: feel free to tag for the day -- mun is going out for now (8.30am), but shall return in a couple hours.]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Still around the bar as she has been in search of both Paige and Strahan for days. How she would like to sore above the clouds with Strahan before she is turned back. Though she supposes that she will have the chance again. Either way Amanda is perched at the bar drinking some milk from a shallow bowl.

She wouldn't be opposed to some conversation.

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[badinlatin]

One Malcolm Reynolds is inna bar, you see.

He ran out of yarn on the ship, and he needs to restock. In baby blue and pink.

Yes, he is a manly manly knitter. No giggling, okay?

See! He is at the bar drinking a pint before getting the yarn! Manly, right?

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank settles in at the Bar, hot chocolate in his mug, laptop in front of him, a distracted look on his face, and a lot of thoughts in his mind. He has been pondering the future, medicine, and the X-Men, not to mention life in general. He currently has ignored the hot chocolate and the laptop, to pick up and read a large hardback book. Once a bookgeek, always a bookgeek.

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[e_delmar]

It's not very often that one would see this particular cowboy sitting near the fire with a smile on his face. But that's what we've got - one Ennis del Mar, hat pulled partially over his eyes, a light smile on his face as he works a bit at a new piece of wood.

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[withamagicword]

Billy sits at a table, going through books, looking for information on spells and curses and such. He hasnt a clue what he is going to find if anything, but he cant just not look, not while his friend is hurting and others are being hurt.

So, he is at a booth, table covered on books, an oreo shake melting nearby.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells dreamed last night, and they were nightmares, but when he woke before the dawn he did not let himself think about them. By the time he'd showered and shaved and made the bed (old habits die hard), the details had sunk out of sight. All that was left was a vague sense of discomfort, unease gnawing around the edges of his thoughts. Fine with him. Nightmares weren't the sort of thing you wanted to give air time to, anyway.

Still, the disquiet didn't go away through morning ablutions alone. The morning workout helped some, but not a lot. Looked like it was going to be one of those mornings; he'd been having them a lot lately. He'd have to take steps. Ten seconds' worth of them.

Which is, ultimately, a complicated way of saying that this morning Sergeant Wells is out back, muscles burning and lungs all but bursting as he pushes himself over and over again to beat his personal time over the hundred meter distance.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

She can still climb onto her table, but most of the time these days Morgan can't be bothered. Instead, she's sitting on the chair for once, resting her head on her folded arms and absently watching the room.

Absently, because most of her attention is on the writing and diagrams currently being written in mid-air by nothing but her mind.

Looks like someone memorized the spell Barty was using a few weeks ago.

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[medicine-bird.livejournal.com]

Having comandeered a booth with a good-sized table, Jean has proceeded to roll out a trio of posterboard-sized sheets of plastic transparancy across it. "Family Tree" has been written across the top of one in black marker.

Her actual family tree in her universe follows below, with the names "Scott" and "Logan" circled beside her name. Logan's features a few question marks inside his circle.

The other sheets get different colours, red marker for one, and green for the other.

On these, she's got the names 'Nathan' and 'Rachel' written, her name, Scott's, a bubble labled 'Clone?' and a plethora of different connecting lines.

She's now attempting different ways of getting things to line up.

Have even the slightest contact with the Summers clan, it seems, and you're in for a headache trying to understand it no matter what reality you're from.

Jean looks determined to try, however.

[OOC: The mun's got to take her kittybeasts to the vet, so I may be unable to continue. Thanks muchly!]

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[sister-lucy.livejournal.com]

There's an Angel in the bar.

She might argue that's she the Angel.

Regardless, she's there, a little subdued.

The stars are still exploding.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Multi-pup day.

Sara and Gil are talking quietly, seated near a fireplace. Gil is holding one of her hands and squeezes every so often while he speaks.

Celebrian is seated near the two, working once again on her needlepoint. Her gaze is serene.

Tag any. Tag all.

[ooc: Slowtime necessary at 1pm CST]

Entrance

[freddie-trumper.livejournal.com]

He had been walking through the civic centre.

The sound of the crowd had been both exhilerating and salt in old wounds.

They had not been cheering for him, they had been cheering for the player he currently coached. Freddie had needed to walk away from the match; the Grandmaster had needed to clear his mind and calm his temper. His temper always flared in matches, whether he was coaching or playing. So, he walked from the match, expecting to walk through the side door and into a silent hall.

Instead, he walks into ... a bar?

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[lordofravens.livejournal.com]

You get three! Three for the price of one! But it's a limited time offer so hurry now!



There's Roäc, out enjoying a slightly warmer winter's day, circling about, over the forest and over the lake, delighting in the fact that he can fly again after so many years of barely being able to.

---

There's Strength with her lion, grooming out his mane. It seems he's been outside too, playing in the gardens, and as such has a mane full of brambles and other weeds.

And he's enjoying the attention.

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And lastly there's Wheel, playing solitare at a table, a cup of tea sitting beside her as she turns the cards over.



All three characters are availible if your pup desires company so act now while this offer still stands. ^^

Just be sure to include the pup you're tagging in your order form for optimal results

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[nerdanel_the_wise]

She is knitting.

This is something new for her.

Nerdanel is knitting a receiving blanket.

In ice-blue.

She thinks Mandos might be pleased with the colour, but it is a brief thought and her attention is drawn back to the pattern she was creating.

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[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

Mulder's making it his policy to be in the bar every day to meet new people, to see what's up and see what's going on. He'd like to convince himself that this is important work and that bringing back proof of this place will validate all of his theories.

He'd like to convince himself of that.

Because this place is an absolute good to him. No bad or evil vibes. In any other case he'd scoff at a man in his position, calling him Naive and/or silly to the core. But here it feels too good. He can picture it in his mind, going up to Kersh, going up to Skinner and declaring loudly "I was Right and here's why." presenting....something.

He'd like to do just that.

But Scully's taking this hard and that's got Mulder to thinking and worrying somewhat. But that's only a small part of what's going on in the FBI agent's brain.

"....Bar..."
Easy Mulder. you're doing nothing out of the ordinary.

"....Darling..."
still feels weird talking to a piece of wood.

Bar, ever the anticipator of a patron's needs-provides Mulder with a small blue bowl and a tall-frosty coke.

"....thanks-do you think I could have my-"
Notebook and pen materialize out of nowhere and Mulder flips it open.

X-File Casenotes 11211013: Day Two...

FBI Agent, Contented. Take his mind off of the worry for his partner or just introduce yourself, the same offer of drinks on the FBI's tab applies.

Mun must needs run off for....class. but she will return asap. Feel free to tag! with mulder for some reason I'm better at tagging slowtimes. Returned!

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[of-the-fountain.livejournal.com]

Lord of the Fountain sitting near the fire.

Playing his flute. Expertly. The tune lilting and haunting.

It is his lament for his fallen city.

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[jeanluc-1701.livejournal.com]

Picard comes down the stairs from his room and makes his way to the Bar. After a moment he comes away with a cup of tea, Earl Grey, hot and a small silver flute. He takes a seat and begins to play the flute. He's no virtuoso, but he knows his way around the instrument.

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[fellowship-of-7.livejournal.com]

The Fellowship Sorcerer is in, rather earlier than last time, and avaliable for threading.

This post is not plotlocked, as this player doesn't particularly like plotlocking things.

So cursed, confused, or bored, go ahead and talk to the tall, dark, creepy man in indigo robes with sword and staff.

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[jack_f_twist]

[OOM: Sometimes, you get taken to the last place you expect to be, and you see the last person you ever expected to see, and you figure, must be fate, say thankya. And despite Jack's being six years younger than the last time Ennis saw him, some things don't never change (rated R for, come on, these two not wasting any time).

And then there's always those moments after, and if you don't know how to say something, you don't say anything.

And it's a comfort just to find something again that you thought was gone for good.]

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

* A happy go-lucky blonde walks into the bar and quickly pulls a MP3 player out of her purse. She goes and sit in a booth. She is happily listening to future music but company would be appreciated too.*

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[shufti]

[ooc: The tenth light infantry of Borogravia discover what tins are.]

The door opens and Shufti squelches in, careful to wipe the mud off boots slightly too large. Once satisfied that no mess will be made, the skinny kid heads towards the back door to empty out the water, then back to the fireplace. A pair of damp socks are removed and held in front of the fire.

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[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

Kumbricia stirs the pot, and licks the ladle,
Liir Thropp stirs the air, and sips the tea
Sets the table, pours a glass of tears
Sits at the bar, pours a glass of beer
Waits beside the ominous vacant cradle
Waits beside the ominous Viewing Window
Waiting still. She can wait for years.
Watching all, throughout their varied years...

[ooc: Explanation of this post HERE, thanks ^_^]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon looks rather as though he got hit with a cement mixer.

Several times.

That isn't what happened, of course, but it comes close.

Arithon s'Ffalenn got beat up by a Slayer. He isn't happy that he's alive.

It hurts too much to realize that As-yah got cursed.

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[scapepig]

The pig has not been in the bar for several days.

He was hiding after an argument with Terrorsaur, but eventually he got hungry, which is why he is now sitting by the fire, eating apples.

On the side of his face turned to the wall there is a scratch below his eye.

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[guppy_sandhu]

The bottom of the pile of paperwork is in sight. As is a plate of jam tarts and a sign.

The doctor is in.

Come chat, or nab a jam tart.

[ooc: Mun disappearing for an hour and a half, back 12.30pm EST, sorry.Gone to dinner, back soon. Also applies to SNOWBALL and SHUFTI below]

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[ardens-guard.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a man walks in, soaked through and with his long dark hair plastered to his head. His expression isn't happy to say the least - this is an extremely inconvenient time to be pulled into the bar.

'Fuck!'

Still, there's nothing to be done about it and he figures he might as well get a drink while he's here. Bar provides a buttergin and a couple of large towels which are gratefully received and Julian heads for a booth to dry off.

This is an entrance post? YOU LIE! YOU LIE FROM YOUR FILTHY LYING MOUTH!

[insaneinvader.livejournal.com]

The door creaks open, a normal sign that someone is most likely entering the bar.

But... there's nobody at the--

Wait! If you squint hard enough, you will see a small, green child is the one who opened the door. He doesn't seem to be paying any attention to his surroundings. But soon enough, there'll be a spaz fit.

Wait for it, wait for it.....

"................... This is not my lab! FILTHY HUMANS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY LAB?!"

Everybody in Milliways, say hello to ZIM.

[ slowtime for dinner. back! ]

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[twostandingby]

There is a Tycho ensconced on a couch by the fire, frowning at a booklet of pages made of flimsi. It's archaic, really, but it is what Bar gave him when he asked for something to do. It's interesting, at any rate; the directions (that he'd had to request in Basic) say to fill in the grid so that every row, every column, and every box contains the digits 1 through 9. Thankfully, though English and Basic are different in writing, numbers remain the same. So he sits and makes occasional scratches in the booklet with a stylus, trying to work out one of the harder puzzles.

[summary o' doom: Jaina has a dastardly plan to get Jagged Fel and Wedge Antilles to act like the family that they are. She recruits Tycho to help drag Wedge along. There is talk of drugging.

Wes shows up unannounced, as he always does, and there is a long and winding and very unserious conversation, and then there is drinking. Drunkenness ensues. Still ongoing. DONE.]

A brief visit. Very brief.

[beautiful_ann]

The door opens, and Ann makes it halfway in before she recognizes where she is.

"Oh, no, I really don't have time for this right now--"

She turns around, pulling the door closed behind her. Presumably it opens where she intended it to the next time, because she doesn't return.


[OOC: Sorry, plotpost; no threads today.]

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[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

This time she is returning from her own home. The fact that the guest bedroom opens onto a bar is...odd, but rather better than remembering her husband helping her figure out decorations, or wondering what Daniel would have thought of it.

Her son is with the woman he fell in love with during the invasion. Martha has been with the politicians, drafting ideas and assisting as she can in making certain that the new United States is as much like the original one as possible.

Joshua would have loved that, too.

She enters, without hesitation, and closes the door behind herself.

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

He woke to the comfortable press of Cameron's weight against him, her head on his chest. He eased out from under her slowly, smiling at her sleeping form. She stirred, but didn't wake as he got to his feet. Triumph snorfled and rolled over.

He leaned down and kissed Cameron's cheek and her forehead before scribbling a quick note in case she woke before he got back. with food. He slipped into jeans and a T-shirt, button own unbuttoned as he headed out of the room. He danced a couple steps toward the stiars, still in awe of the fact his leg didn't hurt at all, and he didn't need his cane.

He frowned as he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the door gracing the wall directly opposite him. "You'v egot horrible timing," he muttered under his breath. Figures Bar would send him out, just when Cameron came back.

He went to the bar and ordered food for two on a tray, and a side of dog food. A white pill appeared instead. He hadn't had Vicodin for two weeks. he still had a half empty bottl upstairs. "Oh nice." he muttered, fingering the pill. "You don't gve them to me when I need them, but now that I don't...what? You have an over stock now?" He pushed the pill back, but it stayed there, staing up at him.



[OOC: Open for interaction. House will be exiting the bar tonight, to live out the past couple months of canon. He's been Bound since his birthday, back in December. He'll be back later this weekend, after living out Batlimore and the events of the past couple weeks of canon]

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[bloodyrockgod]

The portable keyboard Faith gave him for his birthday is one of Charlie's favorite toys--one reason being that he can compose without bothering anyone if he uses his headphones. And there are times when the music's just not ready for anybody else to hear.

So he may need a poke in the shoulder to get his attention.

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[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

In Chloe's opinion, the blastsword has to be one of the strangest and coolest things she's ever come across. It's a shame, really, that it doesn't belong to her. And that she'll have to return it as soon as Janson realizes it's been about a week.

She hasn't even had a chance to bring it home to Smallville yet and show off to Clark and Pete!

Regardless, Chloe is outside right now, drawing random shapes and objects in the air with the glowing tip of the sword. That last one she drew may slightly resemble the globe on top of the Daily Planet building.

If you squint hard enough.


[ooc: mun only here for about an hour and a half.]

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex comes in from outside, absently fingercombing his hair back into neatness, and gets a glass of wine from the Bar before finding a booth and sprawling.



[ooc: here for any curse victims who want to attack an Arithon or Avar lookalike, but otherwise not plotlocked.]

entrance post

[first-horseman.livejournal.com]

The door swings open quietly. A man pauses just on the threshold, seeming only surprised to find himself in a bar rather than the place he'd expected to go. Pestilence is aware that more than one world exists, but he hasn't made much of a habit of traveling them alone, or without meaning to do so.
He relaxes, sizing up his surroundings, with a mix of wariness and curiosity.

What the hell, the place looks interesting as do the other people nearby. He glances down at himself. Ordinary human appearance, 30-something guy, casual Friday look with jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket. He has ID in one pocket that'd name him as Adan Curtis,if anyone asked.
Or he might even tell the truth, depending on who or what did the asking.

He grins, and lets the door close behind him.

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

You know those little desk-top toys of the balls on the stand, pull one back on one end and let it click against the others, and the one on the far side bounces, then clicks back? Imagine doing that with seven-tails. It takes the sort of concentration of not thinking about it too hard, because when you do is when you mess up.

Thus, Laini is busy working on some sort of gadget on the high table in front of her, while her tails merrily sway behind her. Without clicking.




((OOC: Dinner time, tag and I will return.))

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: 1944. Warning for vivid, very icky imagery.

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[venusadept_2]

Tonight when Felix steps through the Door, it shows mountains and the tops of trees rushing by, still with the ship in the foreground.

He takes a seat nearby and watches the crowd. Curious about the scenery?

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

There is, for the first time in some time, a Nick in the bar.

He's just sitting in a booth at the moment, sucking on a blood lolly. No, it's not the one from the other night, but a new one. He's somewhat changed from the last time anyone had seen him; for one, he has no heartbeat. For another, if you haven't seen him for a while, his skin is more pale and... well, the list goes on, but if you're really interested, you should come say hi.

He's reading at the moment, Paradise Lost.

Apt, he figures.

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[not_that_spike]

Some nights are fine nights to just hang out by the fire, doing nothing. Spike's been accused of being lazy more than once, but he's not really a do-nothing type of guy. He might look lazy, but he's always reading or eating or sleeping or smoking or researching something or daydreaming, and in his book, none of those qualify as doing nothing.

So tonight as he's staring into the fire, it might look like he's not doing a goddamn thing, but inside his brain, he's planning a trip.

With Beth.

To Europa.

He only looks bored as hell.

One of them thar multi-pup posts

[honest-preston.livejournal.com]

INT - MILLIWAYS - EVENING

A crowded bar full of people, wait rats, and crack. At a BOOTH sits PRESTON, a young man in his early 20's, his face that of a boy but his aura that of a world-weary man. He has a scar on his right cheek. There are wire-frame glasses on his face--the kind so simple, so clear, that it's easy to miss them if the light doesn't hit the wire and the frames just right. Despite his world-weariness, he looks quietly content this evening, sipping on a strawberry-vanilla milkshake and reading a movie magazine.

By the FIREPLACE sits JACK DRISCOLL, a tall man, age 30, a fine example of the "tall, dark, and handsome" archetype. His rather sizable nose is pointed down to a thick anthology of plays. Small cuts adorn his cheek, chin, and hands; his brows are furrowed in contemplation and displeasure.

[ ooc: you can tag both but in separate threads, please? thanks. ]

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela's downstairs, having her milkshake and watching the patrons. She might just be making up stories about them in her head, something she's enjoyed since she was very little.

She won't tell you that, though.

Every so often, she looks up in the rafters to see if a certain person is there.

She's feeling and looking much better now than the last time she was in the bar, and she's up for conversation.

First Entrance

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

And there is a door in the middle of Milliways.

A crude, wooden door with a distinct smell of things better left unsaid and a half-moon on the top.

And then there is a vampire.

Maladict doesn’t notice for a second, so preoccupied with searching his white-and-red Borogravien military uniform for his packet of coffee beans, but when he actually does look up, shock and confusion paint themselves across his pale features.

He takes a quick look around the edge of a booth.

Nope. No privy.

He sits down hard in the nearest chair, and buries his head in his arms, convinced that when he looks up all will be right with the world.

You might want to disabuse him of that notion.

[Mal is a female vampire who over an unspecified length of time dressed and acted like a boy to the point where she had to force herself to tell someone that she was not, in fact, of the male persuasion. Unable to become used to being female, she is now back to being a man, and will be referred to as he for the sake of roleplaying, until he manages to get over his issues. And please frogive the mun for typing errors or slow responses - nerve damage is quite a bitch.]

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog enters the bar tonight blissfully unaware of the arrival of certain patrons in the past few days.

She is not, however, blissful. In fact, she's downright grumpy. She orders a glass of wine and settles by the fire.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down from the rooms upstairs and pauses at the bar. Again, she is not covering up her bite-marks from where Dracula had bitten her. She orders a glass of warm blood from Bar and looks around at the others present.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Here's a new sight, but an increasingly frequent patron in the bar.
Truman was currently gazing out the Observation Window, seeming pretty content with the sight.
He'll likely get bored eventually. Maybe after another week, or month...
The fact he might appear vaguely like certain evil and horrible actors is completely coincedental.
Yes, really. A few minutes of conversation will prove it so.

(ooc: slowtime's a factor since the mun's got a meeting in a half hour, but will back around 11pmEST back)

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[kindred_spirit]

It's been a while, but when Gil opened the door to the schoolhouse to leave this afternoon, it led to the end of the universe.

So here he is, settled comfortably into a booth, watching people go by. He's probably keeping an eye open for a certain other Canadian from 1882, but he's usually happy to talk to just about anyone.

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[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

There's a shadowed fae in a booth with a bowl of soup. His hair is braided and sitting on the booth next to him, giving a good view of the pointed ears with all those silver hoops. There's a steel sword in sheath leaning against the seat, because he's been out practicing.

Come talk to the dark fae. He's fairly friendly now days.

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[reluctantcleric.livejournal.com]

It's been a bit, but the dead Cleric Partridge was downstairs sitting at a table once again. Not as much fried food this time, but definitely branching well outside of Librian's concept of food. Of course, he also was reading. Looked like the "Once and Future King" actually.

(ooc: Same heads-up as Truman's post. Feel free to tag either or both. Will be back to get tags later back )

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[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

( Room ∞∞∞: Futuristic Entrapment [Bath Time, Part 1] )

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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats has been in the bar for some time, sitting and reading; surprisingly, his texts appear to be mainly secular.

He seems a great deal fresher tonight.

... Despite the fact that his tea is going rather cold.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From here.

To say that Ramon and Svava Do Not Get Along is putting it lightly. She has stormed off, to the Bar, to get a drink. (If she knew that Bar had cut off Ramon, she would have told him this, just.... well. See the Not Getting Along?)

Bianca may be following after Svava, but if anyone wants to catch her on her own, that is quite possible as well. After all, for cursed intents and purposes, Svava looks enough like the former vampire if you wish to accost her as such.

And... yes. Getting a drink.

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[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

Erin has seen better days. Worse ones too, if you get right down to it.

But this place isn't Haddyn, and she's not sleeping in her own bed. Which means, since her sister's in the cells and her brother's close by and she really has no power to help, not here and not now, that she's not sleeping.

It shows.

So there's an exhausted cop with a Security badge sitting at the bar, very grimly drinking a glass of some clear liquid.

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[souvlakifan.livejournal.com]

The mun figures since he's already threading, the guy deserves an entrance post.

So, here's Don Schanke at the bar, drinking some coffee and going through this week's Police Gazette.

Well... "this week" meaning what it would be in his world if he were alive.

An Exit for now...

[withamagicword]

After conversations, bounciness, and mourning, all things must come to an end. Billy is walking away from talking to a friend when he spots the Door appearing, as if it had never left. He gapes for one long moment, then runs upstairs, grabbing his bag and stuff and then back downstairs pell-mell, almost knocking down a few people on the way. He stops short as he sees the Door, then glances back and goes to Bar.

"Bar, I need to leave a note."

A pen and paper appear and he scribbles a quick note.

( To Anyone who might wonder )

"Bar, can you give this to Hank and Sara and all my friends and anyone who might wonder where I am? Thank you... for everything."

He pats Bar as the note disappears and then runs to the Door, stopping for just a moment and glancing around. Now what was it Hellspawn had told him? Oh, right. he calls out aloud.

"HellSpawn!"

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

A man cannot be forever at sprinting, no matter how enthusiastic he is about the prospect, so Sergeant Wells has procured himself something in the dinner family. It involves broad beans over golden-brown speckled stuff, and quite a bit of brown rice. Also, it smells of garlic. How that's gonna mix with his beer is anybody's guess.

If you don't mind the garlic, and the way the wait-rats avoid his vicinity, there's room at his table.

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[family-sport.livejournal.com]

[OOM: I think that once you’ve found a person that you’re very fond of . . . I mean a person who’s fond of you, too, and likes you enough to be interested in your character. . . . Well, I think that’s just as important as college is, and even more so. That’s what I think.]

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[never-mourned.livejournal.com]

Did she ever come out?
No, not yet. Not quite yet.
Out of her room at least, she did, yes.

And there she is, eating an apple and reading. Elphaba is not entirely certain she likes Marx, but he's certainly interesting.

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[mogget_cat]

*Oh, were you thinking about sitting on the couch in front of the fire?*

*Sorry.*

*The not'cat has claimed that territory in the name of Yrael.*

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank sits at the Bar, drinking a hot chocolate and grinning down at a small box in front of him. He went shopping today. He is however, open to distraction.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy is curled up over by the fire, with her embroidery and her tea, tonight. She's not paying as much attention to her sewing as she should be, which means that any minute now she'll notice the mistakes and start picking them out.

But she's in a good mood, and will remain so until she looks closely at her work.

Catch her now and the scowling at her work could be put off entirely.

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[badinlatin]

Mal is inna bar, humming along to himself rather cheerfully, really.

Seems someone finished baby Naomi's blanket!

Celebration blueberries at the bar must be in order.

[ooc: ping before tagging as am theoretically doing homework. Or watch the oncoming crack. Whatev'.]

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[jack_f_twist]

River never should a told him he could get a harmonica from the Bar, thusly allowing Jack, sprawled on a couch by the fire with his legs stretched to the blaze, one worn boot crossed over the other, to be drawling out some old rodeo tune, rough and bluesy, his hat drawn down to shade his eyes.

At least it makes him happy.

And River.

But perhaps her taste in music is not to be trusted.

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[veryvorkosigan]

The front door opens, and in breezes Cordelia Vorkosigan. Life's quieted down a little at home, and she feels like a change of scene.

To the bar, for coffee and a hazelnut croissant; then to a table near the wall, for some peoplewatching.

This place never gets dull.

Multi-pup post

[guppy_sandhu]

Down by the fire is Guppy, sitting in a comfy armchair with his cd player.

He also has ice cream. With a flake in it.

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Nearby, on the floor by the fire, Shufti is cleaning a rather dangerous looking crossbow.

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At the bar, Abs is having a pint of beer and people-watching

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Poke one, or poke all.

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[karthan-pirate.livejournal.com]

Against all common sense and reason, Avar is back in the bar tonight, cutlass at his waist, book on the table in front of him.

He's trying to read it.

How well does anyone think it's working?

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[family-sport.livejournal.com]

((OOC: The mun is about until approximately 2 AM EST, and after that threads must be paused for the night.))

If you had his family you probably wouldn't be spending time with them either, if it were at all avoidable.

If you had his family you might, like he was, go out to the elementary play ground, cold as it is, and shoot basket after basket until your arms are numb. It's quiet and that's something home's never been.

You might. Might not. But Calvin did, and he's got the basketball under one arm when he walks in, blinking to find himself back here, and still not entirely certain what's going on. He's not uncomfortable with that feeling anymore, though.

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[maggot-teacher.livejournal.com]

CAPTAIN SUNSHINE AHOY!







Also, Cort's in a booth with a pint.

(In case this wasn't clear, Cort is not Captain Sunshine.)

(He is rather the antithesis thereof.)

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[futures_of_ash]

It's been a long day for Rachel. She'd taken it into her head to walk around the lake...to push her walking limits. It took most of the day, but it's an odd sort of triumph that sees her leaning against the wall near the outside door. She's shaking slightly, and frowning at some thought or another...but she did it. Haltingly and slowly, she did it.

It's the small steps that really, truly count sometimes. She lets her cloak pool in a pile of firey fabric by her side as she slips down to sit against the wall, arms on her knees. She's healing nicely now, the ribbons cut into her arms seem nothing more than angry red scars now...displayed unintentionally as she lets her head hang.

Yes, it's been a hard day for Rachel, but it was worth it.

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[blankslatelogan.livejournal.com]

Logan is sitting at a table near the fire, watching the bar. There's little else to do, at the moment. Which is beginning to grate on him - being pinned down isn't something he's ever enjoyed.

Please, distract him before he snaps.

(OOC: Having some connection issues, so appologies if I'm slow in replying. Or vanish.)

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[loving-uncle.livejournal.com]

A man walks into a bar. Ouch.

No, no, wait. A man walks into a bar he's never been in before. It's certainly not the bar he was in earlier this week, and the man definitely doesn't in any way resemble the man whose picture is hanging around in a child created representation.

After all, this man has a mustache.

Happy Hour!

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam bounces out of the staff quarters, having agreed to take Mike's shift for the night, and writes up the specials.

Jade

Snake in the Grass

Salem Witch

Green Spider

And the non-alcoholic option:

Cranberry Frog

"Choose a special or name your drink, folks!"

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[latino_menace]

One Ramon. Has sword, will travel. Only not very far, unless specific people ask him.

Alas, the battle against Bar is not going well. Once again, no alcohol has been provided. This, possibly more than anything else recently, has him in a foul mood.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[ooc: letter to Crowley]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie inna bar! For a limited time only! Come and get him while he's hot!! No, really.

In other news, he's British, so he's got tea. Go figure. He's also looking vaguely twitchy, but that'll be because of the curse. Don't let it deter you from stopping by.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

[There is a note up in the Security Office here.]

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[river_meimei]

River is in the rafters. Comfortable, brown-coated, motionless and half-shadowed; you'd have to be both observant and used to looking up to notice her.

Jubal Early's gone.

Count Olaf's not.

She told Sunny she'd watch. And she is.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Earlier today, Tom stops by with news.]