(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

[OOM: Elizabeth runs into Jason at Guilty Pleasures.]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Discussing things. A conversation which culminates in a letter for Tom and Arithon.]

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[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is back in the bar, sitting by the fireplace paging through a copy of "Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell," and trying to decide if he's up to starting it, or whether he should just finish his Lagavulin and head up to bed.

Distractions, of course, are welcome.

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[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: Reclaimation]

There's flame, waving, joyous and bright in the wood. A girl is dancing, lost in a song of emotion and light...and for those who can feel it. Can sense it, there is so much fierce joy that it's impossible to ignore.

Like gravity, destiny, or simply a vortex, she draws without meaning to, the light offering safey and protection, the emotion on the breeze offering solace for troubled hearts. Come and share...

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

There is no way that the Milliways lake can ever be close to the Cornish sea, but it's the closest thing Morgan has. Close your eyes, and dream and remember...

And so it is that the rather pregnant girl walks into Milliways from the back door, with her black hair a cloud of tangles and a pleased smile on her face.

(no subject)

[hands-unclean.livejournal.com]

Lady Macbeth at a table, spinning a knife.

Hey, when you're dead, you've got a lot of time to kill. You know what beats this? Conversation.

She's very friendly, really. In her way. Honest!

Timmeh! Timmeh!

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Here again, leaning against a post and watching the bar.

He's got a lot to do, but none of it to be done. If that makes sense.

It probably doesn't, this is Tim after all.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Holding the stuffed toy in one hand, Aeryn waggled it slightly, tipping her head back and laughing softly as Andrei made a grab for it. He wasn't crying, on the contrary he seemed to be enjoying the game a lot.

[OOC: Locked to Jack. I swear I will have an Aeryn entry post tomorrow or Tuesday that is open. Also millitimed to last time she had Andrei, which was before the big Jack/Aeryn last thread admittance thingy. Watch Kyle and I enable playing together without our pups being SUPER awkward.]

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[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue Halliwell is sitting at a booth reading a very large book. Every so often she glances around the bar.She may be keeping an eye out for Arithon or Asandir, and probably her sisters as she is always happy to see them but she would be more then happy to welcome company.

Morning Madness

[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

Sparhawk rides Faran through the morning weather with little regard for snow, or cold, or any weather trait.

It is in this darkness, still becoming light, that he considers the things that have happened and what may yet occur. On his world, a God is dead and the others are mysteriously silent, quiet, and all seems out of place and odd. Here, tensions seem to have been very off for days. For now, for whatever it is worth, Sparhawk is wary and on edge.

As he finishes the ride and unsaddles and tends Faran, he wonders what will happen next.

He heads into the Bar, and orders a large breakfast, quiet and brooding as ever.

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits at his favorite booth and devours a small breakfast even as he peruses a scroll that is floating above the table.

In fact, there are several such texts, both scrolls and books, that currently float gently over the table.

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[venusadept_2]

Felix is here. More specifically, he is near the fire, reading.

Yes, Bar gave him another book. This time it's the Bible.

Needless to say, he's perplexed. He keeps reading, though, because it's a book and it hasn't offended him.

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[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

At her table Prue scribbles something on a page. She gets up and walks over to th Bar "Lady Bar could you please deliver this message to Either Asandir or Arithon?"

She places the ( Note for Asandir or Arithon )

The note disapears and Prue returns to her <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/11357950.html> seat</a>

(no subject)

[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

There's an FBI agent in the bar.

Thinking deep thoughts.

Just a bit preturbed he's got a cup of coffee that he's stirring around.

He could really use some company.

(no subject)

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a Filmmaker inna bar.

The door opens and there's a portly filmmaker who hasn't been inna bar in a while.

"....huh."

Carl grumbled for a moment, until he spotted a familiar face and just had to go say hi.

OOM

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

[The Very Awkward Conversation continues when Richard returns from visiting with Chris. Some things get resolved, some things are put on the backburner, sanity is questioned and then hog-tied and tossed into a closet, and the entire apartment building will be getting ginger snaps in their mailboxes.]

[warnings for adult situations, gratuitous baking, lots of bad language in english and greek, iminent death, and OMG serious confusion for months to come yet.

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[aphros-born.livejournal.com]

It has been a while, hasn't it? Yes, of course it has. She didn't expect the door to be this door, but it was. Is. Sleepy blue eyes, always sleepy but now sleep-fogged as well, linger on this booth, or that patron, the length of the bar, before she looks over her shoulder at her sitting room.

It doesn't take long for her to make up her mind, no, and her steps are tiny, graceful, hips swaying in the manner of those who live by them, love by them, she knows her hips are made for loving and anyone created for sexuality can't help but love her own body, can she? Love of self is so important if you wish to love others, and love is as much her area of divinity as sexual rapture.

At the bar she acquires a pear, brown and rough, the skin pebbled in such a way as to tease the tongue, taunt it, give some texture to what she tastes just before her teeth bruise, break, and tear the skin. Tiny teeth, as well, white as the pearls found in the ocean that birthed her.

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina's lounging in a booth comfortably. She's got a large mug of coffee and is people watching. She's in a decent mood today so poking or telling her to stop staring won't bother her today.

So send you pup on over to poke at her!

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack is eating a waffle at a table. He's in a good mood. It might be the waffle. It might be the job he's accepted. Could be. Might be. Better if you ask, eh?

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[bitter-innocent.livejournal.com]

Edmond, who's been taking advantage of the last few days by keeping to himself, has ventured downstairs only once per day, to check for the door and fetch food or drink as necessary.

But now, having had time to himself to think and to come to terms with his situation, he steps up to the bar once more, orders a glass of wine, and settles, unobtrusively, into a booth. Thus, today, with a genial though somewhat resigned smile, he observes the bar and it's patrons, for only the second time since his arrival.
It is considerably unlikely that he would object to introductions.

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[red_notebooks]

Jarod is lounged on a couch, looking spectacularly sexy in Hugo Boss and sipping champagne. What? Who cares that it's not noon yet - it must be somewhere. For the most part, he's ignoring everything that isn't, well - him. He's being remarkably self-centered and self-involved. He's a Pretender; he can do that.






[ooc: it also explains why he may not reply swiftly, since his mun is busily working at the work thing that sucks like a sucking thing but is required.]

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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

There's a little blond girl drawing in one of the booths, completely absorbed in her work. Peek over her shoulder to see what she's working on, if inclined.

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Almost time to leave.

After the discussion last night with Michael, Ford has a clearer perspective on certain things. Which, he supposes, is why he was pulled here, and why it was now -- or, more to the point, then from his perspective.

But he can't resist staying just a little bit longer. Milliways is brighter now than in his more recent memories. He's not sure if something had happened to it to cause the change, or if something had happened merely to him, but there's no denying the difference.

Even the tea tastes better.

But almost time to leave, nevertheless.

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[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

Sitting by the piano with a half-transcribed song on a homemade piece of sheet-music paper, pencil tucked between his teeth, Gren fiddles back and forth between notes: A, C. A, C. The cup of tea by his side has long since gone cold: focusing on music does that to him. He wants the notes to flow and he wants the song to be beautiful where it needs to be and abrupt where it needs to be and cool and jazzy where it needs to be. That's always the challenge.

In death, as in life, it's music that keeps him going. The song really sounds a little bit like Goodnight Julia -- most of his songs have a hint of that, with its slow melodic sadness -- but he's making a conscious effort for this one to be different. It's easy to improvise through songs on his saxophone; he can do that as much as he wants. But writing out the music is where the discipline of songwriting comes in. It's always been an academic exercise for him, but he doesn't resent it. It lets him focus and right now, he very much wants to focus on something.

Anything.

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[dead_hooker_2]

Breakfast meetings are just the pits, in Trina's opinion, so she's not in the best of moods when she opens the door to head into the cafe and finds herself in Milliways.

She considers turning around and heading straight back to LA, but as no one here is likely to harass her about problems with the script, she decides a little bit of stalling can't hurt.

So here she is, settled at the bar with a latte and a low-fat lemon poppy seed muffin.

What? It's half past 9 AM in her world. Even for Trina Echolls, that's a bit early for a cocktail.

Most days.

Outside

[dragonmenacier.livejournal.com]

Trism had gone stir-crazy in the bar with nothing to do and too many people and too small a space, so he'd headed outside and was debating returning to the stables or exploring the forest beyond the lake.

{ooc: Mun is very silly and wasn't paying attention to the time. Going babysitting, back in a few hours.}

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Lets do a count, shall we?

In the bar, he's been attacked twice. Out of the bar, by two people on the same occasion. In the offices, once, making him the first person to jail his boss the same day they met as far as he knows.

There is a bruise on his neck, and his left wrist is splinted.

He has no actual weapons on.

Just a really, really grumpy expression.

So. Risk it?

Lunchtime

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's in the bar at a table trying to feed his two small sons and himself at the same time. He looks like he needs at least one set of extra arms to do this.

{ooc: Mun is very silly and wasn't paying attention to the time. Going babysitting, back in a few hours.}

(no subject)

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

Maglor was in the bar, at the piano, playing unobtrusively. He could do 'bar music' that upset nobody when he wanted to. He could do any sort of music.

He was going through a bottle of beer very, very slowly, and just hanging about.

Perhaps he was waiting for his mother to return, but that's neither here nor there.

OOM

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

[Upstairs in their room, Liir and Trism discuss a number of topics including Liir's coma, their assembled crimes, the Emperor of Oz, and a number of subjects inbetween]

[warnings: for unrepentant cuddling, serious conversation, and general prickliness]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

She has a book.

She has coffee.

She even has a reasonably cheerful expression.

Sara lacks company, however. Can someone do something about that?

Entrance

[jagerandre.livejournal.com]

Door swings open... and something, or someone, sorta-human, peers in.

"Vat? Hy deed not knev ve hed a bar in de kestle now..."

But one does not reject a gift horse, so the Jägerkin heads to the counter.




(Reposted, for great justice!)

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[elvish-hunter.livejournal.com]

The targets outside are being used for archery practice. The user, however, doesn't really need it. The Hunter simply misses using her bow and arrows. In other words, she's very good at it.

It also helps her mind not to wander, as it is wont to do when she's unfocussed. The running to retrieve the arrows helps, too.

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

[oom: The captivity continues. The cells get chatty and Jack stops by again for great crack and a small favor. Mary Anne also talks to Steph, one of her fellow cursed; they discuss the need to take action against certain kinds of people, with no irony whatsoever. Finally, she runs into Sharpe, which is still being slowtimed.

There's a new visitation post up here for interested parties. Tags may be sporadic today, due to classes and the fact that the mun has two papers due in two days, but she needs something to take her mind off of work. Have at.]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox has plopped down in a chair near the window, raincoat and hat on the floor. After a day of watching hundreds of anxious - and probably dishonest - citizens innudate the East End branch of Gotham Central Savings, seeing the universe make its end is rather calming. At least the imploding nebulae follow some kind of order.

He might even be up for some conversation.

[ooc: slowtime possible, and mun online till 4:50 EST]

Re-Entrance Post

[nerdanel_the_wise]

The door opens and Nerdanel returns.

She is pale, her face drawn, and her belly big. The Elf glances behind her, a frown on her lips, and then closes the door that disappears as soon as her hand leave the knob.

Sighing, she finds an unoccupied sofa and sits heavily, a hand on her stomach and another at her temple.

Time moves on in Aman.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark is at a table in the bar, in a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt: Today For You Productions, bohemian filmmakers Sprawled in front of him are parts to a 16mm film camera, which he cleaning, carefully, almost lovingly. Come talk to him. He's in a much better mental state now.

(no subject)

[beautiful_ann]

"--be a minute, Manny; go ahead."

Ann's talking over her shoulder, so for a moment the bar only get a view of a petite woman in a three piece suit, bowler hat in hand. When she turns her head, it's pretty obvious she's been performing -- the mustache and pinned back curls give it away.

"Oh!" She grins. "All right, then."

Then it's off to the Bar to order coffee and perch on a stool, peeling the mustache off as she goes.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells has been doing his running early on in the mornings (and by his standards 'early on' means 'before the sun is up', and the rest of his exercise safter, but this time he promised someone he'd be available whenever she was ready. So the calisthenics and the heavy bag work and the rest of it had all been done first today. At the moment, Sergeant Wells is outside near his beloved soccer pitch, marking out the lines for the hundred-meter dash- and then, on a whim, the turns and corners necessary for the full four hundred meter oval.

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

For more than ten minutes, amazingly, there is now a Shelley down in the bar.

She has tea and lunch, or what passes for it for her. By which I mean greek salad. Mmm, feta cheese.

She is currently spooning out all the olives into a neat pile on her saucer, which she has sacrificed for the purpose. Egh, olives. She will most assuredly not mind if you steal one.

(no subject)

[the-calcium-tm.livejournal.com]

Milkround finished, Jimmy Connelly's leaning back against the bar, happily watching everyone else shuffle about him, and generally relaxing after the long day that followed his early morning. On his person, he's a dark blue beanie, a pint (two percent, well-chilled), as well as a cheerful disposition, yet lacks distinct company. Wouldn't be averse to it, mind you. Fact, with the way he's looking about, he's practically inviting it. Bit of an over-eager hint there, really, for those who read body language.

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

Assassin, bar, shadowy corner thereof.

Havelock is unobtrusive as always, but solidly there to all eyes, in a way that sometimes he manages not to be.

He may know about this. Then again, he may not. It is unclear.

By one elbow there is a faintly steaming mug giving off the faint rich smell of good, strong coffee.

In his hands, there is a small crossbow, which the young man examines closely and meticulously for signs of rust or wear.

(no subject)

[shufti]

Shufti comes down the stairs, not quite meeting the eyes of anyone in the room. She looks a little pale and clearly didn't sleep well.

With a little difficulty, being neither very tall nor, at the moment, very strong, she pulls herself up onto a barstool. Without her having to say anything, a glass of milk and some breakfast appears, along with a note.

She frowns at the note, turning it over in her hands and then starting to trace some of the letters with her finger, trying to spell out the words.


[ooc: Gone to Kempo, back later]

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri comes down the stairs, a bag and key in hand. The key is set on the Bar, where it dissolves, along with a note.

And then she turns. And leaves.

( Note for Wes Janson )

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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

The cold wind tore at Mesaana's black dress, but she did not give it the honor of even a note. Kim shivered slightly which earned a considerate look, before she glanced forward to the rock a little ways in front of them. Her crystalline voice was calm and collected as she spoke to her student.

A golden glow blossomed around her as she nodded to her student who followed suit. The two glowing figures waited a moment as Mesaana lectured slightly.

"Control is of the utmost as this requires a great deal of the Power."

Weaves formed slowly around her hands so that Kim could see how they were formed. A blinding flash as myriad coruscating bolts of lightning flung from Mesaana's hands. Whipping back and forth in a blinding display of power, the bolts twisted in the air for just a second before disappearing.

The smell of ozone was crisp in the air. A satisfied look on Mesaana's face. The stone was ripped by gashes, the very rock turned to impossibly smooth glass. At the stone's base, the snow was melted and the grass burned slightly.

"That, Lady Kim, is your next task."

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

A silver line slices through the air and widens into a portal, not far from the front door. Moiraine steps through, leatherbound journal in hand, and starts toward her usual table as the gateway snaps shut behind her.

She is evidently intending to have tea and a quiet hour, but as she takes her third step her head snaps up, as she suddenly becomes aware of something.

The book disappears into her belt pouch and her skin acquires a subtle luminescence as the Aes Sedai glides swiftly out the door to the lake.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

There's a soggy black cat under Guppy's table.

In disgrace.

Despite Guppy's pleas of 'He's only a baby Mrs Jones, I don't think he would be ready for that', he had to give in when the soggy animal was brought back in a cat box with video evidence. Which she played twice.

The one of the pair who does not have a vet's appointment is sitting quietly going through paperwork with his sign up.

The doctor is in

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Flushed with energy and happiness, she doesn't even notice, when she comes in from the , that she's still bearing the very faint residuals of a flame-like aura, that dance lightly over her skin for a few second becfore they too fade away.

So all there is is a very happy, curse-free Security member and Slayer, who flops at a table with a huge pile of crepes, grinning like a mad thing.

Three princesses (mostly), one post

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog enters the bar in her seemingly perpetual - these days - foul mood. She settles at the bar and orders a glass of wine.


Hanild is curled up on a couch by the fire, reading a book. Her dinner is sitting on a nearby table, along with a glass of ale.


Our third princess (mostly) is Fuchsia. She's outside, corsetted gown and all and spooked like crazy. She doesn't know how far she's run, but she leaning against a tree, trying to catch her breath.


[ooc: Ok, I caved. Multi-pup post. Indicate which one you're tagging, svp]

(no subject)

[e_delmar]

Sometimes when you're stuck in a crummy situation, there ain't nothin' to do but ride it out.

And sometimes when you're stuck in a crummy situation, something (or someone) comes along to make it a bit less crummy.

And so it's with an air of peace, if not quite happiness, that Ennis sits by the fire, smoke rising up past his face and over the brim of his hat.

(no subject)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Good Golly, Miss Molly's back AGAIN.

This time by way of the front door of the castle. She was just heading inside from the greenhouses, so she's a bit soil-smudged, and has a bright bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Watch out! Those snap dragons really snap!

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

As earlier:

Felix.

Couch-by-the-fireplace.

Bible (King James).

Confusion.

Conversation?

(no subject)

[symbiote-venom.livejournal.com]

Venom wanders downstairs, his usual self. All black, white spider on his chest, plenty of muscles and a mouthful of rather large teeth.

He drops into a booth and asks for a beer, not feeling like drinking anything particularly special. As he drinks, he glances around the bar, beginning to people-watch as he's often found himself doing lately.

If there's one word to describe him, it's restless.

(OOC: About three more visits to Milliways before Venom takes his leave for awhile. Once he's out, who knows when he'll be back, so anybody interested in chatting should know they have limited time.)

...because this is a filler episode and the mun doesn't like it all that much.

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien walks out of the bar.










Darien walks into the bar.

Looking mildly bummed out.

Been Home rested

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny's been home.. She's had rest. She is no longer sulking.. She sits at a table.. She could use company..Maybe even a drink who knows..

(no subject)

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

Lady Death floats into the bar, a stormy look on her face and her two Nameless Hellhounds trailing behind her. She floats to the counter and orders a glass of mead before proceeding to a booth. The Hellhounds sit under the table at a wordless command, red eyes glowing in the darkness there.

She makes a concerted effort to relax. Practicing with the lightsaber now would be a very bad idea, she thinks.

(no subject)

[from-topside.livejournal.com]

There's a businessman making his way in, only mildly surprised to find himself in the bar... or perhaps not surprised. Just amused. He takes off his coat, drapes it over his arm, and starts looking around for his boys.

"Dick? I know you're in here, mate."

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary Lennox comes into the bar through the back door - hands covered in dirt, again - and goes over to the counter to solemnly request a milkshake, before taking it over to a table to sit and watch the passersby, with her usual solemnity.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

They say that boredom can drive somebody to do terrible, destructive things. In the case of one Atton Rand, this is making pyramids out of pazaak cards and then knocking them over just before he gets to a point where he can put the last card on. He's gone through the cycle of careful, precise building and knocking over twice now.

...

Three times, actually, as he just knocked them over again.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was going over study on Animagus training, and mental training to get his Occulmency back up. Especially since mental control was such a crucial factor to both. He was over in a quiet booth, out of the way of the main traffic area. He had gotten the Ranger's note, and the paper was back in his room. Green on the pin, quite proper look actually.
So anyway, pale wizard in a booth, and if you said he was avoiding anyone in the bar, he'd expressly deny it. As well as anything else related to it.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's seated in a booth perusing random entries in the Guide, looking more cheerful than he has in days. There's a pot of tea in front of him and a dog gnawing on a chew toy under the table.

There's also a second conspicuously empty teacup, should anyone wish to join him.

(no subject)

[spooky-crimes.livejournal.com]

Noah sits down at a table. looking around for some one that may know how to get out of here. Because so far he's been stuck


[OOC: Noah can read minds let me know soon if you don’t want him to know what your thinking.. and how much he could know about you]

(no subject)

[holostar.livejournal.com]

The door opens and one would wonder how many times time is going to pass quickly for this woman. For here is Mrs. Syal Antilles-Fel, with yet another child.

She really does pop them out quickly, huh?

Anyway, blonde woman, with tiny bundle of baby girl goodness, and another little girl ('round six this time) at one leg, and a little boy at the other...so many children!

She sighs and takes a seat in an armchair, snuggling with the newborn, as the other two play quietly at her feet.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's once more an Archie in the bar, tucked away in a corner booth, trying to make sense of things. He may have tea, but he's a bit too agitated at the moment to truly enjoy it. After last night's dance with Rachel, he's doing a slightly better job of holding things together, but the fact of the matter still remains that he is terribly troubled and utterly confused.

Try not to sneak up on him, he's terribly jumpy.

(no subject)

[sistersxkeeper.livejournal.com]

Dinner for Anna tonight was decidedly going to be pasta. Now to choose which kind. She was thinking of eating angel hair.

But for now she was going to stare. Stare at her drink as she decided what to eat.

Someone should distract her.

(no subject)

[moonheartache.livejournal.com]

Usagi runs into the bar. AShe looks as if she's frantically hurrying somewhere-and rams right into a barstool, landing flat on her butt. She looks around, and when she realizes where she is, she suddenly looks like someone kicked her puppy...or talking cat, as the case may be.

Out by the Lake

[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

There's a dark fae out by the lake. He's got a sword in hand, the steel one not one of his magic blades. The darker it gets with the sun setting the more he blends into the shadows, only the silver of the earrings on his ears and the sword appearing very clearly. He's moving gracefully and with a practiced ease from form to form.

Come interrupt him, as he's been out here for a while and could use the distraction.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela comes downstairs into the bar, with her notebook, pens stuck through her ponytail, a dictionary, and a packet of Post-It notes in her mouth.

She dumps everything into one of the quiter booths and sits down.

Every so often, she looks up from her writing to look up a word, then gets distracted by reading the dictionary. Then she sticks a post-it in a page and closes the book.

And then she starts to write again.

It's not really legible; she uses shorthand symbols sometimes.

She'll be able to read it later.


She's working like mad, but she'll stop to talk.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran does not actually expect to get any studying done at Milliways. Nevertheless, he is poring over his maths textbook at the bar. The golden harp rests near him on the bar counter, a safe distance away from Bran's teapot.

(no subject)

[forest_king]

Mendanbar comes into the bar, humming a bit to himself, and shutting the door carefully behind him.

No sword tonight, no circlet, just Mendanbar, in rumpled clothes, getting away from Willin (who has a letter from Queen Alexandra, probably about her 12 unmarried daughters) and the gargoyle (who hasn't a letter from anyone, but manages to be annoying without one).

Sometimes it's good to have a place to hide . . .

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: You make time for certain things. Warning for adult content.]

(no subject)

[undignified]

When Wes wanders over to get a drink, he gets a note as well. He blinks at it, notices the name at the bottom, and retreats to a booth with his glass of Whyren's to read it.

It's the last few paragraphs that get him most.

Wes Janson doesn't cry. He just doesn't, ever. Unless you're Hobbie Klivian, you've never seen him cry.
Or Mirax Terrik, after Distna, but even he doesn't remember that too well.
What he does is drink lots so that he giggles at nothing instead.

There's a bottle of Whyren's Reserve

(that's what you do when you drink, you try to forget)

on his table now for this purpose, but he hasn't opened it yet. He's just staring at it. And wondering how he manages to kriff everything up.

He won't object to sharing the whiskey, so long as you find your own glass.

Three for one special offer

[guppy_sandhu]

In a booth by the fire Guppy is sitting quietly eating dinner and watching the bar.

He has some nice thick chips, perfect for nabbing.

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There is a large pig sitting by the bar drinking a pint of beer from a bowl.

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Shufti nipped home this afternoon to get a few posessions. She didn't have much to bring back, but is now sitting in a booth, the crossbow by her side and knitting in hand. The usual army uniform has been replaced with a green/orange woollen jumper and a pair of trousers slightly too big for her.


Take your pick.

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[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

There's an FBI agent in the bar.


He's got a tall frosty glass o' coke (Don't blame him he asked for a beer) and he's generally watching the world go by.

Not adverse to company.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman had been out back, going for a leisure stroll around earlier.

He was back in the bar, and was sitting over near his still favorite spot. Namely by the Observation Window, his new favorite show was on.

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[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

This glorious day to squeeze, save, and shelve
Sitting at a table with two corked and sealed bottles.
in dandelion wine, fermented, distilled, stocked.
And down to one, the red waxen seal had been broken and he used a knife to spear the cork out. The dandelion wine is being drunk out of a Mason jelly jar, because it seems to be the only way he can enjoy it.
Cellar will shelter, protect, and secure
His eyes are on his door, and he appears content.
deep joy. Preserve, keep, lock.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is a Bright Shiner at the piano, tonight. The music sings of the heat haze of a high summer sunrise, where the air seems to hum. The luxurious lethargy of letting the light cascade down upon one, filling one with warmth and the pure energy of day. Arpeggios stretch to the sky, twisting as they wake the melody; chromatic swirls of notes, energy rippling in whirling curlicues of golden delight play among the slanting shafts of harmonic light.*

*Come listen.*

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

The problem with questions you need to ask is that they aren't always questions you want to ask. Often, in fact, they are quite the opposite. That's Max's problem today, and why she sits staring out at the end of the universe, psyching herself up for a discussion she does not want to have.

Ever.

Conversation would be welcome. She could use the distraction.

(no subject)

[princeinexile]

There is an aggitated young prince in the bar; he's curled up with a Smoking Mountain (nonalcoholic version) and a few ....ESL books. Bar was generous, what with Wells teaching him English letters and all.

He occasionally glances about the bar with -- something akin to nervous energy, a worrisome bit of thought. He doesn't even know why.

[If you're looking for a Desh-Theire encounter, I'm your man, but please catch the mun on AIM so I know who, what and why.]

(no subject)

[veryvorkosigan]

Countess-and-Vicereine Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, looking every inch the Vor matron today in dark green embroidered with silver, is seated at a small table not far from the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa.

Come say hi! She'll talk to anybody.

(no subject)

[outta-a-chair.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Story Time]

Colin is sitting very stiffly at a table and sipping hot chocolate again.

He wishes his chair wouldn't keep shifting, but he is used to it.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After this distressing conversation with Desire, Antigone flees to her room and realizes a thing or two.]