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[reapsandcons.livejournal.com]

Daisy Adair, this time, had not intended Milliways.

This, you see, was meant to be Westlake Center.

Of course, now having determined that it isn't Westlake Center, she procures a coffee and a seat.

(and then breakfast came)

And flapjacks (flapjacks! Not pancakes, she's not from that neck of the woods) never hurt anyone, even when it's closer to dinner than breakfast.

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[shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com]

It was evening, and Scully was more centered than she had been. She was still uncomfortable with being here, and guarded. There was also an eye to the door. She asked the Bar for some tea since it was too late for coffee. A vanilla cupcake with strawberry frosting appeared with a candle in it along with the tea.

"It's not my birthday..."

Uh, actually Scully, by the Bar's date, it was.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Four visitors.]

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Morgan has never, ever had a very good sense of time. Being crazy hasn't helped this, and she does realize this. However, she can't help but feel slightly panicky at that thought that in just over two months, she'll have to deal with Mordred.

No, scratch that. Mordred is a vague concept, an idea of a version of the one in the bar.

In just over two months, she'll have to deal with a baby.

So, she's downstairs. Normal table, normal chair, watching the Observation window and trying to forget that the being presently kicking inside her is actually someone, and something, that she'll have to deal with.

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[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Mun has revamped her pics! Yay! She is so proud.

Wow. It seems like forever since Bubbles has been in the bar. And here she is.

Teenage blond Powerpuff.

Large cheese pizza.

Looking bored.

Please. For the sake of her boredom. Come by and poke her.

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[called_lioness]

[OOM: In the House's library Lucy and Bianca meet. Bianca is obviously paranoid and Lucy's irritation is only because no one can like everyone. Of course.]

And when she's feeling rather near twitchy, Lucy takes her book and comes into the bar, instead, to read away from Bianca.

The woman...grates.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

[Not Exactly An OOM, But Way Slowtimed: Meg and Andrew Talk Things Out.]

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[gonna_live]

[So. After Gabriel Tam and his daughter-in-law Have Words, Eddie Dean offers Kaylee the chance to invoke bartender-client privilege, which winds up with an offer for translation.

Bartenders is nice.]

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[dead-brit.livejournal.com]

"It's my fucking birthday," the guy whined. "I haven't even used the Starbucks gift card yet."
"Someone got you a Starbucks card for your birthday?"
"...he wasn't my best friend."

Waste not, want not, or however the expression goes, right?

Mason's humming to himself as he enters the coffee shop -- except it's not so much humming as a quiet, under-his-breath na-NA, na-na-na-NA-NA, perfectly crafted to annoy anyone in a ten foot radius.

It stops, though, when he looks up and the door shuts behind him.

"Did they-- change Starbucks and no one told me?"

He considers for a moment, taking in the Bar, then fishes in his pocket for the $25 card. Calling to no one in particular, he then asks, "And can I use this to buy a drink?"

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Everyone's seen a rubiks cube, right? Simple enough design. Got it in your head? All right,now, turn it clear, an energy consturct, with each color representing something more elemental then actually colored. Then expand it, to about 3 feet in all directions. And add as many little squares as needed to fill that space. Now add that specific sparkle of magic energy.

What you see in your mind is what is before Tim, floating above the table. He's touchign pieces here and there, scooting them around.


Go ahead and ask him about it, he wants to explain.

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[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

[OOC: As of this, Khemrys is in the cells. Any wishing to tag her can ping the Mun]

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ In the heart of darkness.

Jack dreams. Ingrid offers comfort. Warning for violence and white text and flagrant quoting of Stereolab and Kanon. ]

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[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is in the bar.

She has a book, a novel for once, a rather large novel.

The witch is waiting and watching most likely for her sister.

With tea.

Come poke at will though, she expects it to be a long day.

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits outside near the lake, staring up at the skies, and thinking.

Even as he thinks, his hands trail purple light as he gestures, humming. the faint trails of light fade into the morning light as they leave his hands, and he smiles, bemused as he continues to think, continues to hum the magic.

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[inquisitivehero]

A Hank inexplicably in a suit sits at a booth to the side of the bar, just watching the main area with a faint smile on his face. There is a breakfast platter on the table and a small box in front of him, the same one he had with him when he returned to the Bar last night. Occasionally, he glances at it and his smile grows. He is in a good mood and glad to see friends and new people alike.

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[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

Mulder's never been a man of appetite. He's known for going at least two days at a time without eating anything besides his sunflower seeds.

But man, alas, cannot survive on snackfood alone so when Mulder makes it down the stairs in his FBI ensemble sans tie there is a Hamburger with all the trimmings sans cheese, a side of fries, and a coke.

sitting there.

"....are you trying to mother me?"
Bar says nothing.

Almost as an afterthought Mulder pulls out his wallet and deposits his Mastercard on the bartop with a florish. It vanishes for a moment-panic rising in Mulder's throat-before returning again with an itemized receipt and a Pen.

"At least you're not making snarky remarks at me." Mulder said as he scribbled his signature, "Or asking me if I'm enjoyed my stay."

Gathering his food he heads to a nearby table.
FBI agent, Breakfast. What more could you ask for?

Slowtime for class say thankya! But like all slowtimes they shall be picked up until I cannot pick them up anymore! BBl

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Speed, healing, enhanced senses, endurance- all these are things that one legend or another says come with lycanthropy. They're useful. If you think of it in terms of a disease, they're what keeps the host alive long enough to pass on the infection. It's a good package for that, sort of like a tuned-down version of rabies that not only drives its victims to pass the virus on involuntarily, but takes its time about killing them.

What it is not a good package for is stuff involving loud noises and sharp, chemical smells. Lycanthropy is older than gunfire, and hasn't incorporated the prospect of the victim using firearms into the disease process. It's not likely to, as there's very little chance of a bullet becoming a disease vector. Possibly the expanded sensorium could even be said to represent the pathogen's blind, unknowing way of discouraging violence other than that dealt out by fangs and claws, the existing vectors of contagion.

If that's the case, then pathogen and host alike are currently having a very bad day, because Sergeant Wells has set up his bundle of sandbags outside well away from the bar for target practise with his .45.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Enter the newsman, this time straight from an interview with a man from the Treasury Department. He didn't mind the chance to organize his notes in a relatively quiet place before heading back to the newsroom. Fact was, the things Agent Coogan told Knox were pretty big. Big enough to warrant getting all the facts right.

So this time, Knox got a cup of coffee - really good coffee, he noted - and slid into a booth away from the Bar.

Every so often, though, he'd look up, since you never know what or who you will see in this place.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Oh, look. Its a diminutive prince, Sorcerer, bard, member of Security target.

Due to healing last night he no longer looks like Mel beat him up. He's got different leather armor on than when she did, of course, but that has more to do with the fact that a Slayer kicking in your armor means you need new than the bad memories.

And the memories are bad, yes.

He's got a cup of soup, because Bar insists on soup. Arithon, like his caith'd'ein does not win vs. Bar.

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: Return to Vale, Part 1; heavy end-of-game-2 spoilers]

Colored lights shimmer near the door, materializing into Felix. Almost before he's fully there he rushes to the Bar. A moment later he returns with a blue-and-green clay mask on his face and stumbles over to a dark corner of the bar.

The mask was originally designed to hide his identity from people who hadn't seen him in three years and who thought he was dead. Likely nobody will be particularly confused by it here.

However, one important feature of masks is that they hide the face. In this case, behind the mask, Felix can truly cry for the first time in years. There is no wailing, no bawling, and only a little sobbing, but the tears flow freely.

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[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: Sara tackles clearing out Barry's staff quarters.]

Brooding CSI in the bar, going through a stack of books. Every so often, she glances over to where the door should be.

She lives in hope, it would seem.

Bother.

[ooc: Fleeing for lunch. Back soon!]

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[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is sitting at a booth she has candles, various herbs, oils, stones, pouches, a pot, lighter, and various other instruments that one might recognize as spell components. There is also a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. She seems to be taking inventory and making preperations.

Every once in a while she glances up as if she is waiting for someone. She wouldn't be opposed to having some company.

OOM

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

[After the Little Dinner That Couldn't with Trism and Elphaba, Liir stomps off outside before Trism catches up with him. Words aren't said, and then they are said, and occasionally things get better.]

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Last night sometime, she received this.

So now, there's a slightly shell-shocked looking Max curled up in a booth. She's looking intently around the room, searching for someone specific for once, rather than just people watching.

The person she's looking for is a particular diminutive prince. Or anyone who might know where Arithon is.

The whole tree thing bears explaining.

Multi-Pup Post!

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Out back, Giles was heading toward the stables to see about doing some riding again. He needed to think over some things after he had checked the recent notices around the bar, and toward the outer office board.

Also outside, Draco was likewise getting his mind off some problems by flying on his broom.

----

In the bar itself, there's Agent Scully enjoying some lunch, conducting general observations, and taking some notes at one table.

Over by the Observation Window, was Truman again, once again, enjoying the show that is the End of the Universe.

Partridge was reading the Once and Future King over near the fireplace. He also was enjoying the common Pre-Libria snack for law enforcement, namely coffee and donuts.

There's even a pregnant momma by name of Dana Barrett, sitting at another table with some brunch, and trying to get her mind off concerns with some light reading.

(ooc: mun's bouncing around some today, but will tag as regularly as I can. Just indicate who you want to talk to in your tag.)

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie--barefooted and bed-headed--sits by the fireplace, softly playing his guitar.

He's got a tune. The words are making themselves known.

This is what is known as a Good Day.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

It's a Jack, with a sleeping Georgia in a baby carrier (that's really going to be too small for her soon) and his laptop at a table.

Spring's coming soon. He's designing.

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[jack_f_twist]

Not much for a man to do, here, who's used to wide open spaces and chores to do.

'Course, napping by the fireside isn't exactly a terrible occupation, either.

Jack has the brim of his beat-up old hat pulled over his eyes, hands clasped over his stomach, sprawled contentedly on one of the couches.

There might be a suspicious silver gleam from his shirt pocket.

Entrance Post

[lucky-domino.livejournal.com]

Finding yourself at the bar at the end of the Universe when you've had a thoroughly terrible day week month consecutive span of time not really worth calculating simply because it would be that depressing might be looked on well.

However, if after that span of time all you really want to do is go home, take a nice, hot shower, and curl up under a metric tonne of blankets for roughly a year or so, finding yourself at the bar at the end of the Universe is slightly less pleasing.

And if you didn't know there even was a bar at the end of the universe, let alone one that could be reached through your bedroom door, well.

Domino's reaction is likely only what should be expected. Blink. Stare. Reach for gun.

"What the hell?"

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[twostandingby]

[The afternoon after this.]

Drinking last night was not a good plan. In fact, it was a Very Bad One. Tycho is slumped over the bar unmoving, head pillowed on his arms.

The general noise of the bar doesn't help the thundering in his head and the smell of various strange foods is only adding to the nausea that has been plaguing him since waking this morning. He's not entirely sure, though, that he can move. So he sits, and he swears at his stupidity and at Wes in his head, and he may or may not be dying. He thinks he might.

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[mommywitch.livejournal.com]

Piper walks up to Bar.
"I would like a room - Please."

A old fashoned key appears with a tag attached that reads Three Squared.

Piper stares for a moment.
"And where exactly, is this?" she asks to no one in particular.

A map appears beside the key.
"Great. A bar with a sense of humor."

She grabs the key and map and trots up the stairs.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Kitt and Michael are back home, technically the day after Michael's birthday. Both know that their time together is limited as it is, so they make love while they can {consider that your NC-17 warning}. And then, it turns out their gut feelings were more than correct. Kitt returns to himself.]

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[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

Bit by bit, Eddie's bar tab has been lowering from the astronomical figure it'd been. World by world that he'd visited and used his skills to win a bit at the casinos, it'd been going down.

Today, Eddie stands at the bar and places a roll of money on the surface. His bar tab hits zero.

He'll be leaving soon, and he doesn't know if he'll be coming back. To be even is important to him.

[Sickish. Away.]

Treason? Nationalist strife? We didn't do it.

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

"-- but it's currently not looking like we're going to do much to fix it, either," says a woman's voice, British accented with a slight twinge of something other, as she and a man slightly taller step through the door.

They're both wearing suits, and she has a cravat and he a fancy tie, like they've just come from some meeting.

The circlets 'pon their heads may state it's more than a business meeting.

"Wel, I'm sorry," says the man, "but it wasn't up to me! Okay. Part of it's up to me. But I can't get all of Parliament to shut up long enough --"

"You can't get me to shut up either!"

"I'm noticing that! Lower your voice, please," he adds piteously. "Can't take the levels."

"I'm sorry. Really. Shit, Max, I'm sorry, I know business about death by the hands of the king upsets you --"

"And why wouldn't it?"

The two of them stop, to look remotely sad and wistful for a moment, before they note the locale, and look at each other again.

"... how long have we been having this argument out loud, in public?"

"Hell if I know."

[These two together inspire serious headache for the mun, who may or may not beg slowtime at random intervals just to get their voices back together. So just a warning and previously established apology. :D?]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Last night Guppy finished the pile of paperwork he'd accumulated in the first few weeks he was off sick. He was rather pleased about it. He had a doughnut to celebrate.
Then he made the mistake of venturing into work. And of course ready and waiting was another large pile, eventually topped with a post-it note.
'Dr Sandhu is still on sick leave. Please divert all urgent paperwork to me. H.Harper.'
He'd read it with a smile before taking the mass of paper away. Now he is sitting in a booth near the infirmary, going through all of it methodically.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava, down in the bar, glaring at some paper scribbled with very few notes. That is about as many ideas as she has had to this whole issue with the curse, and it has been hitting rather close to home lately.

Considering how nice things had been lately, she really should not be surprised.

((Speaking of curses, if your char is targeting Bianca, Svava is fair game. However, post not plot-locked at all- have fun!))

ETA: Now, this is after all of Svava's fun with healing Arithon and Mary Anne in the infirmary, and locking up the latter in the cells. She is even more unhappy with the whole situation, and has a handkerchief wrapped around her left hand.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ The morning after, Jack reflects. ]

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[shufti]

[ooc: Note to self p343]
The door opens to reveal a bush. A fairly nice looking bush really, all leafy and green and having a load of twigs broken off it as a red-brown haired kid is shoved roughly through it by a large hand. The red army uniform is looking fairly clean today.
Shufti falls at the shove and stays on all fours for a moment, wheezing and out of breath. In each hand is a small dress, and on one cheek, some lipstick.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is used to wide open spaces, trees, plains...the ocean.

Being trapped in the bar does not suit him at all well.

Which is why, at some point, he slips outside.

Yeah. Go ahead and attack the stupid bastard.

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda has spent large portions of the past few days wandering aimlessly around her house re-reading Beowulf, being firmly a member the school of thought that says "What works once will work again if you keep trying at it." Now, at last, her efforts have paid off; she walks in through the door, completely absorbed in the impending death of Grendel's mother. It is very likely that sometime in the next thirty seconds she will bump into somebody, as she's so far unaware that she isn't still at home.

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is in his normal spot, lounging in a booth with coffee. He still looks a bit on edge, but the whole mess with Bianca is still churning in his mind.
And growing.
Care to stop by?
(P.S. CURSE!)

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[true_desire]

Is anyone really surprised to see Desire in the bar anymore?
Out of those who know the Endless -- No. Probably not.

There in the usual booth, Desire sits with shoes kicked up on the bench across the way: The Endless has a lit cigarette hanging loosely between lips. Book of matches in hand, Desire lights the paper matches one at a time, pitching them at the blue glass ashtray.

Bored Endless.
Better come over and do something before Desire decides to go looking for entertainment.

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Cimorene enters with a sigh of relief. She walks on over to Bar, taking off her checked apron as she goes, ignoring the few wisps of hair that have managed to free themselves from the confines of both braids and crown.

"Bar, I'd love some dinner, please. Something spicy maybe? And a glass of water?"

A plate of curry and a glass of water appear, and she takes it over to one of the booths, settling herself in.

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[dreamer_fray]

[OOC: A few days after this.

Which is really just an excuse to link that thread again, even though it's still slowtimed.]

Harth is hanging around in the bar again, which is really his default state of being these days. His sister's not in cell anymore, though he hasn't caught up with her yet. There will be much wtf-ing when he does. For now, though, he's just drinking lunch.

Really, straws are damn convenient, even if they do make that weird slurping noise towards the bottom.

Yeah, Harth needs an image consultant.

[OOC: Mun is no longer here, sleep, omg.]

OOMs

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

[In the Infirmary Kevin finds a kneecapped Arithon and a clawed up Mary Anne. Given Arithon's issues with iron and technology, Kevin gets Svava to heal Arithon. While he makes a graceful exit, Svava heals Mary Anne, and then takes her to the cells.

The link also has a Note for other Members of Security.

Added in with all of this, last night Svava also tossed Khemrys in a cell.

Its been a busy few days.]

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam's in the bar, looking around to see who's in.

(no subject)

[pendragon-son.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Before they came to Miliways... Melehan and Melou, well, acted like themselves. Contains plots to throw their uncle into a cell once Melehan is High King, a race, a fight, and Melou's plan to run away and live in the woods is thrawted by Melehan's love of books. Otherwise known as 128 comments of the muns working out how the characters ticked. Millitimed to the 14th]

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael goes to visit a certain prisoner, before his trial

Michael comes in from Antar, in uniform and looking tired.

There's a lot of work to be done for the trial, after all.

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin is out in the main bar for the first time in a while.

He's settled things to an extent with Darien, after all, and he's happier.

(no subject)

[forest_king]

Mendanbar has discovered that he can actually get to Milliways intentionally, using the door in the attic that goes wherever you want it to go.

So here he is, looking a little more tidy that usual and his circlet almost straight, and with his sword belted on, and a very bright smile.

He makes his way over to Bar, asks for apple cider, and also receives a basket of ginger snaps.

He appears to be in a very good mood now.


[ooc: If you're a magic user, you might want to check out important information here.]



ETA: [ooc: Gah! Back soon!]

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

A note is left for Max.

It may have blood on it.

From two people, yes.

Lady Max,
Your brother is in a tree.
He will come out tomorrow.
Arithon s'Ffalenn

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[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

Sitting in a booth with some hot stew and a glass of water with some apple trickle at the side for later. It's not the best apple trickle he's ever had, but it's good enough or it smells it from what he can tell. He looks a little out of sorts or perhaps just a little uncomfortable.

There's a perguenay cigarette in the ash tray, smoke curling upwards in a fragrant column, but this one actually looks as if it's being smoked in between bites.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's Atton, sprawled on the sofa with his feet up, examining a blaster and occasionally dropping it on the ground and stamping on it experimentally, producing bright red sparks, before fiddling with it once more.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

[OOM: Return to Vale, Part 2; heavy end-of-game-2 spoilers.]

Like they did earlier today, the lights shimmer near the door and form Felix. This time he is smiling. He is soon ensconced at a table near the middle of the room with a glass of Something Dark.

[OOC: As of this post, Felix has reached the end of established Golden Sun canon. He will henceforth be living through my in-progress sequelfic "Golden Sun Book 3: A New Dawn", which can be found at Fanfiction.net. Although the first part with Felix has not yet been posted, nothing of note will happen before mid-March, Bar time.]

(no subject)

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

There was a pair of gothbois in a booth.

Wait, no, that can't be right, can it?

Yep, there's the usual, top hat and all, and... a second one, currently having eyeliner applied by the first, already decked out in a pair of black jeans and a black button up shirt. It's certainly not his usual attire, as the blue star badge pinned to one shoulder of the shirt betrays.

There was also a demi-living clockwork dragon sitting on the table between them and holding the caddy of makeup, just looking back and forth from one to the other, tail swishing with a whisk-y sound.

G'head, tag one, tag both, stop and stare, whatever.


(They went and did this when I wasn't looking today. At least my pups are making friends with each other?)

(no subject)

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

The young man at the bar, who may be not so young, and not quite a man, is surveying the bar haughtily.

Well, not so much that, as surveying the bar and attempting to look haughty (no, not that. Behaving in the manner of a haughty person unconsciously. He's not posing for anyone.) While absentmindedly eating a handful of raisins.

Just to be specific. In case you were wondering.

(no subject)

[harvardbohemian.livejournal.com]

There are days which Joanne just wishes she didn't have to go to court. This is one of those days. Walking into the bar, she blinks, then just shakes her head, walking over to the bar, getting a drink, and then going to a table, spreading papers out over the table. She looks like she might should have gotten Advil as well.

(no subject)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly's back in the bar. She found out who hexed her, and is now sporting a black eye and huge grin. She's not giving out kisses anymore (well, not to strangers, anyway), but she does have a huge bag of Honeydukes' sweets she might be willing to share.

Come say "hi", or just grab a chocolate frog on your way through!

(no subject)

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

[OOM: once again, Khemrys can be found in the cells. Visitors are encouraged for her peace of mind. Tags will be slowtimed as Mun goes back to work, but all tags welcome]

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod is in the bar. When did he get there? Does it really matter?

He's having Glenmorangie and dinner and he's quite content to be doing both.

There is also an antique horse statue next to him on the table.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

One Mr. Driscoll by the fireplace, reading, blissfully unaware that one of his closest friends got the living daylights beaten (scratched? chewed?) out of her.

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox walks into the bar, snow on her boots, flushed from exercise - her skipping-rope's slung over one shoulder.

She looks very proud of herself.

She's up to ninety-three.

(no subject)

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

Ingrid's sitting in a chair by the fireplace, writing in a small notebook, not looking up at all.

In other words, if lion came up and roared in her face, it'd probably take her a minute to look up.

[ooc: mun's gone out for a couple hours.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy came in from the stables today and, in a fit of whimsy (even by Amy standards) asked Bar for "something new."

And so now she's sitting at a table in the bar, eyeing a bowl of alarmingly green Jell-o, confused and uncertain.

Food in Amy's world just doesn't . . . wiggle this much.

(no subject)

[e_delmar]

Somewhere near the fireplace sits Ennis. His hat is off, sitting on his chest, and the smoke from his cigarette circles his face.

(no subject)

[shufti]

Perched on a barstool is a skinny kid in a red army uniform.

On the surface of the bar is a glass of milk, which is being drunk, and a banana, which is being sort of poked with a crossbow bolt.

Borogravia may have bananas, but if it has they weren't in the places Shufti has been to.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Peter ambles down from his room, yawning a bit. A quick whisper to the Bar, and a lovely hot chocolate is steaming away on the counter. He filches a chair close to the fire, and settles in, just people watching. Possibly staring into space every once in a while.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Things have been bad for Sheppard lately-which explains why he's scowling as he steps in through the door, glancing around for only a moment before heading over to the bar and ordering a beer. But bad time of it or not, he hasn't forgotten about some of the things he needed to do in regards to Milliways. He sets down a thick folder full of printouts on the bar surface, paging through them briefly to make sure none fell out. After a moment he looks up again, still watching the rest of the bar with a scowl.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways, Rachel and Arithon present:

crack.

No kitchens, blobs, shrubbery, Bards, Telekinetics, or Microwaves were harmed in the making of this OoM. The stove, however, will never be the same.

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

Cain settles on a barstool, watching the Bar with a smile. His bag is at his feet and he is wearing his traveling clothes, but he hasnt yet managed to leave. Which is fine with him.

He watches the room and drinks a beer.

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust enters the bar.

She's humming a tune from Enigma that has been running through her head for some time, but she's not sure where it came from.

Still, Lust is in the bar. And not your soul. Be glad.

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[clumsy_auror]

Everyone's going a little stir-crazy in the flat, today. Accordingly, it's time for a bit of a field trip, so out of the staff wing comes Tonks, carrying Anthony, Sunny holding tight to her hand. The toddler's been rather subdued, today, and Tonks is hoping a bit of a change of scenery will do her some good.

The little family (minus the goddamned pater familias, as Everett McGill would say), settle themselves at their table and look around for their friends.


[OOC: If you're wanting to tag Sunny, please ping Mir first at chaos pockets. Danke.]

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

The front door is supposed to let in people. Groups of people, people alone, people in pairs, people who have more than one self inside their own heads. Bleeding people, hale people, live people, dead people, small green people, giant fuzzy people, young people, old people, people who are clueless, people who have been here before.

Not horses, generally.

Not horses moving at a full-out gallop, at least.

That's just mean.

The door opens, and somehow, in a rather eye-bending fashion, becomes larger, for a moment. Almost as large as the space between two over-arching trees, which would blend in quite well with the forest beyond, and the thin, barely-marked trail leading up to the door. It is dusk out there, the sky a dark purple where it is visible between the budding branches of trees.

Then, in the distance, comes a faint jingling sound, and louder, the slightly dulled report of hooves on firm soil - clipityclipityclipityclip.

The sound fades, grows, becomes sharper for a moment - the hard fast sound of hooves rattling against wood - then duller again, moving fast.

Then around a sharp bend in the path, a horse and rider appear - the horse is white, elegant, running hard, the tiny sliver bells on his bridle ringing wildly, the white gem-stones flashing in the dim light. The rider is pale as well, in a grey cloak, leaning forward, his golden hair flying loose behind him.

Neither horse nor rider seem to see the bar at all.

That is, they don't see it until suddenly they are in it, the doors slamming shut behind them.

Hooves slide and scrabble on hard wood as the pair attempt to avoid crashing into the tables at full tilt.

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[gabriel_tam]

This time, when Gabriel Tam enters Milliways, it's not an unexpected trip.

A flash of a particular Lavinian alleyway-- one not far from Andronicus Crowley's apartment -- can be seen through the door before he closes it behind him and heads toward the bar. It's been a busy day, and tomorrow will be even more hectic, so there's likely a reason he's chosen to take time this evening to come to the end of the 'verse for a drink. Whatever it is, it's not immediately evident.

Gabriel gets a cup of coffee and takes a seat in an armchair not too far from the fire. Casually, he takes out a datapad and begins to scan through a few recorded media feeds.

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[called_lioness]

And what does Lucy do when she's still irritated by that woman, even a day later, and keep feeling twitchy?

She goes back to the bar and find herself a chair and carves for a bit, absently, before slicing her thumb, which is what happens when one uses a knife without one's full attention, and angrily ends up getting a bandage to wrap around it.

Which is why she's glaring a little at her book more than reading it, to be honest, and going quickly through a teapot.

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is still in the bar tonight. Or rather, she has been all day. She has no plans to go back home until at least tomorrow.

So there is a somewhat familiar sight, as she takes her glass of wine and settles near the fire.

Entrance post

[r-dewinter.livejournal.com]

Rebecca is dressed for a ball. She's got on a rose-gold lame evening gown with robin's egg blue trim, intricately beaded. She's gorgeous, and she knows it.

Of course, she was supposed to be at a party in London, not at Milliways, but she resigns herself to the situation. After all, she's dressed to be seen, and where better to be seen than here?

First Entrance

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

The door warps and twists, bending towards several points at once as if unsure as to which reality it should open forth upon. Then, there is a woman, or perhaps a man, occassionally a tree...a being if you will. A wish had been made, a wish had been granted, it had simply taken time.

The bieng's form shifts and twists almost as much as the door, but the living bundle in her arms does not. No, the pale, small child in a large leather jacket barely stirs before being settled gently upon her feet. "Well come, Tool...to Milliways" Wish whispered before fading away.

Tool opened her eyes, large and soulless, and looked around in puzzlement. Her small hand clutched teh edges of the jacket about her shoulders, covering the lace and silk composition of her gown. The jacket looks familiar, for those who care to look...it belongs to a security member.

The girl on the other hand, delicate, almost elven, and certainly young, couldn't possibly be related.

"Master?"

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[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce settles back in a chair as he sorts through papers and magazines and small computer pads. He is studying radiative sciences once more, ever seeking a cure, ever trying to figure out a way to cure what ails him.

He glances around the room occasionally, looking for friends and new people who might looks interesting.

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[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

Hermione inna bar.

Book and chicken salad.

Probably oblivious to everything, poor girl.

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[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

There is an Ed in the bar. His nose is still all bruised up from his encounter with Steph, and he's writing quickly in a notebook. It may or may not be readable to anyone else: it's all in a complex code.

He might explain what he's writing, if poked about it. Depends on how secretive he's feeling at the time.

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[dragon_twin]

Melou pushes the door open to his room, only to find himself in the bar. He figures he has three options. He can close the door and try to get into his room again, he can get Melehan and go into the bar, or he can go in by himself.

He hesitates for a moment before entering the bar and closing the door behind him. Thankfully, it remains visible.

Well, since Melehan went in first without him, it was only fair.

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[creator_raven]

There is a Raven in the bar, sprawled sideways across two chairs. His feet are crossed, and he is looking rather intently at the rafters.

Or he would be, if his hands weren't over his eyes.

Maybe he's sleeping?

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Viktor is in a booth near the back, reading.

He's not in the shadows. There's plenty of light to read by. He's just there, where it's quiet.

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Sometimes there are really good entrance posts, full of vim and vigour and wit. Those, you want to tag because they are really good.

This is not one of those.

And sometimes there are entrance posts which you tag just because they're kind of pathetic, the way a dog caught in the rain looks, little eyes just saying, "Tag Love me, tag love me."

This is one of those. AND PROUD OF IT.

Which is another way of saying, "Come keep the guy playing with cards in that booth over there company." Only with less dignity.