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[namo]

[OOM: Defeat & Despair -- Gorlim comes to Námo and much shattering occurs. Warning for angst. Lots of it. Millitimed to Tuesday night.]

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[stilljustandrew]

[OOM: Kicking it old school, as they say.]

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[ardens-guard.livejournal.com]

Julian's sitting in a booth. There's a glass of water next to his right elbow, his huge bow is propped up next to him on the seat. He's not paying either any attention though, being fully engrossed in some paperwork at the moment.

Which isn't to say that he wouldn't mind interruptions. If there's one thing a Prince of Amber is rarely short of, it's time.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Super heros, are things that rock.

Well, okay, tha's not true, but I wanted to start an entrance post without beginnign with what hellspawn is actually doing.

Cause it's kind of boring. He's reading books. Lot's of books. And writing notes. Lots of notes. Do you have any idea how much research is needed to create a world? Bunches.

Distractions welcome.

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[bloodandnicotine]

Spring cleaning coming up. Which means, Spike needs an entrance post. Cause he spends most of his time in other peoples posts.

So, Spike strolls through the front door, talking to someone over his shoulder.

"And I still say she liked me bes..."

"Angel?"

"Oh. Milliways."

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits in a booth, studying several scrolls hovering in the air over the table. Other books and scrolls of various kinds lay about the table, and a couple glow with a silvery light. A notebook sits in front of him and a pen is in his hand as he takes notes and writes out ideas. He is working on a spell, on magic for his beloved. He is concentrating, but would not turn away either a friend or a stranger as a temporary distraction.

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[sister-lucy.livejournal.com]

There's a devil in the bar.

No, not that one.


Not that one, either, and not that one over there.

This one. The very tall, usually parasol twirling one, although the parasol is absent today. As is the kimono.

This, folks, is as Devil as Lucy gets.

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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Here's a face we haven't seen for a while. Lando enters, smiles, and heads to the Bar. He orders a Corellian ale, and pays with a newly minted New Republic coin.

He looks around, and smiles again. It's good to be back.

[ooc: slowtime likely for work and meetings and such.]

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[monster-made.livejournal.com]

Red-headed vampire inna bar, sitting at the bar people watching.

The glass of blood is more for show than anything, and to keep her hands occupied. She's fidgety, our Kate.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ "Depression" doesn't always mean financial hardship. ]

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[namo]

This morning found Námo drinking a large cup of hot tea with cream while sitting comfortably in a booth.

Also, in his hand is a quill, nearby a jar of ink, and in front of him several sheets of parchment. The flowing Tengwar is interspersed with another elaborate written language, one he has not spoken or written in many, many years. But when his mind wanders, it reverts back to Valarin, and when he realizes it, he forces his hand to the traditional Quenya Tengwar.

He wouldn't mind company, and he may not be moping.

But he may be brooding.

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[stilljustandrew]

*The front door opens a little bit, and in peers Andrew Wells. He takes in the surroundings, and turns to speak over his shoulder.*

Got it. C'mon.

*The door opens the rest of the way, and Andrew and Jonathan step in.*

*They both look exhausted.*

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[randomsbastard.livejournal.com]

Enter Martin, from direction of the staircase, staggering.

Pan elsewhere. Bar, being the glorious being she is, provides coffee. The blend is one found in a Shadow not too far from Earth. The smell alone could spark a sloth into hyperactivity from forty paces.

Pan back. Martin's staggering takes on direction, moving toward Bar with the single-minded obsession of the addicted. The worshipful.

By the time man and Bar are close enough to touch the coffee has been joined by a bowl of fruit with cream, a stack of pancakes, half a rack of bacon, two muffins (cherry and blackberry), and a pickle.

Martin kisses Bar before, and after, the first sip of coffee.

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[lvpd_sidle]

The door to the Bar opens and Sara trudges in, exhausted and annoyed from a day in court.

Shame we aren't allowed to hunt lawyers.

She curls up in a chair near a fireplace, shoes kicked off, holding a cup of coffee.

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[venusadept_2]

Today Felix receives a piece of cake; one of those light, fluffy, more-air-than sustenance types. It is square and frosted, with a single candle stuck in it. He is poking at it with a fork, having never seen such before. (Weyard tends more toward the heavier cakes.)

Yes, it's arbitrarily his birthday.

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[shortofcrazy]

Riley's singing under his breath in a terrible falsetto as he swings through the door into his hole-in-the-wall apartment's tiny kitchenette. "I, am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes ar-- Whoa."

This? Is not a tiny kitchenette stuffed with chipped formica countertops and a wheezing refrigerator. And so there is a young man wearing jeans, his favorite pair of Converse, thick-rimmed glasses, and a gray zip-up hoodie, standing in the Bar doorway and grinning happily. "Excellent!"

Riley makes his way over to Bar and plunks down on a stool, tapping Bar. "BLT and a Coke, please." They appear in front of him, and the smile grows even wider as he settles down to the serious business of eating.

This is much better than the Easy Mac he'd been planning on.

[mun'll be here all day; have at! is a liar and must beg slowtime until about 6:30 EST for dinner is back!]

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[undignified]

If you ever wanted to know who the happiest pilot in the galaxy was, well, right now it's Wes.

...it might appear to be Wes all the time anyway, but it's definitely him just now.

He's at the Bar, with pancakes and syrup, and you know what? He probably won't even be annoyed with you if you steal some.

Now that's saying something.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The morning after Libria, which will itself be linked in time.]

Sergeant Wells comes down the stairs with the sort of deliberate tread that you get when you are trying very hard not to think about anything else. He quietly asks the Bar for breakfast, and gets it. There's a table open by the Observation Window; while he's never been the sort to much take in that view, it's as good a place as any other to sit for now.

Later, regardless of the weather, he'll be out by his fire-pit just as far from the Bar as he can get.

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[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Martha Adams had her son clean out the guest-bedroom closet. This was for the purely practical reason that every time she opens it, it becomes Milliways, and she rather needed the vacuum cleaner prior to having a dinner party for several of the newly elected senators.

She refused a position, although the write-in ballots were rather overwhelming. She prefers being what she was: a patriot, and a mother. At this point she's mostly a consultant, and has moved back into the farm.

So when she opens the door and walks in, she shows no surprise.

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti came downstairs from the library, bearing a notice that he pinned to the notice board:

Milliways Gardening Team
You have been (re-)hired as per my last notice:
- Morgan le Fey, herbs
- Snowball, digging and vegetables
- Todd Anderson, general help
Let us meet tomorrow (Friday) after breakfast (around eleven) on the lawn just outside the back door where the tables used to be last summer, to talk things over and to get started.
Elrond, if you wish to turn up then, you can discuss things with Morgan, who takes care of our herb garden.
If anybody else who is a) Bound and b) too young or otherwise unsuited to bar, kitchen and security work absolutely loves plants and needs a job, come see me then, and we'll see what we can do.

- Asar-Suti

(below, everything was repeated in Latin for Morgan's sake)


Then, Asar-Suti went to the fireplace and stayed around for possible questions, reading a book and drinking coffee as usual, in his favourite chair beside the trilobite tank.

A whole litter of pups

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

Over in a booth by the trilobite tank are Guppy and Abs playing a game of Guess Who, which for the purpose of clarity, is that little game with the faces on cards where you have to guess who your opponant has got. It has lots of names.

"Does he have a beard?"
"Yes. Does she have a nose bigger than her eyes."
"No. Does he look slightly jaundiced?"
"...Slightly jaundiced? This is Guess Who Guppy, not NHS direct."

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On a couch near the fire is Shufti, who is lying down on her side trying to find a position that won't aggrevate her back further. There are bruises on her neck from the scuffle yesterday.
Bar leant her 'Where's my cow?' again to cheer her up, so she's tracing the words slowly with her finger.

[ooc: Fleeing to dinner and ice cream, will pick up tags later. Here now, will be gone between 3 and 4pm ESTish. Back]

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[princeinexile]

There is a maimed prince with a whole VERITABLE STACK of books, note pads, and a couple of scrolls with him on the table. There is also a slender case on the table, which holds a flute inside. He has gone through two parts of ginseng tea and thus, remains both busy and rather energizeed.

Zuko has been busy, it seems, and he has not had and entrance post in some time, so here he is -- please, come and ask about the several projects that keep the prince from going insane while he waits for the door to appear.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Out by the lake, Jaina does some thinking on her marriage with Jag and reaches a couple of conclusions.]

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

One does what one must to alleviate the sense of exhaustion that comes with things melting.

For Jack, it's being curled in a corner comfortably far away from the fire.

Do feel free to point out that his reading Sir Robert Frost is rather appropriate. He chose the book with familiar and loving care.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

So, there's a guy in the bar, gin and tonic, shadowy and secluded booth, red eyes, etc. etc. all of which equates to a scene that effectively broadcasts a kind of aura, if you will, of



What? It's Gorlim.

The rest of the threads herein will likely be much less punchy. Probably. No promises. Anyway, breaky angstpuppet inna bar. Tag at your own risk.

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[teach-them-all.livejournal.com]

It's been said that when the Dark comes rising that six will turn it back. Notably, there aren't six around at the moment and so Mesaana is sitting at a table sipping a cup of very strong tea calmly. She does not look particularly like a Dark Lord since she's currently wearing a blue robe over her white nightdress. Her hair is a mess and she looks a touch grumpy.

Go on, tempt Fate. If you are really good at tempting, Fate just might screw you.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Just because a Slayer is no longer Slaying is no reason for her to let her Slayer-fu lapse.

Ergo, Faith, outside, blindfolded, engaging in sword practice.

Feel free to watch - but don't sneak up on her.

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[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

Mun's got the rest of canon, and proper icons finally.
So Molly's in the bar, sketching again, and there was a book on French Impressionism by her.
Also tea and some dinner. She's welcome to company.
(OOC: Warning, Tim Hunter aka Hellspawn thread has gone into mature territory. Smut alert, discretion is advised.)

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

After this , a limping Molly comes into the bar through the back door with leaves in her hair, several scratches and scrapes on her face and hands, and holding her arm, which is hanging at an unnatural angle. The tears that she shed earlier have dried on her face, leaving clean streaks where they’d tracked down her cheeks, but the relief at making it back to the bar has them welling up again.

Little help?

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[cywyllog]

Welsh princess. Couch. Fire. Tea. Brooding.

Because she has many things to brood and think about.

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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles stopped down in the bar to get some dinner, and he also ordered a pot of tea.
Usual kind of books on magic and demonology by him, stacked on the table.

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[not_that_spike]

The suit and tie are, really, pretty much just old habit by now. Still, old habits die hard, even at the end of the universe.

It's a bar.

It's where they live. In a million years, Spike never thought he'd be living in a room above a bar. He thought he was all done with rooms up above places when he was young, after he got his first cheesy walk-up studio apartment in Tharsis City.

This one's better, in so many ways. Leaning against the wall, he lights a smoke because he'll be damned if he's going to quit that habit any more than he's going to quit the getting dressed to come downstairs habit. When he's upstairs? Well, that's a different matter entirely.

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[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jenny and Terrorsaur are having some fun sparring behind Milliways...
Two robots duking it out. Now that is entertainment, folks.]

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

Smeagol's back to his old habit of sitting under his table instead of at it. Possibly this has something to do with the fact that he's twitchier than usual. Really, that's the most likely reason.

Oddly enough, he's not doing much in the way of actual hiding, today. He's right at the edge of his booth, eating nervously, looking for someone.

It's probably not you, but don't let that stop you.

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust is in the bar, absently toying with a glass of wine. She contemplates the Death of Infinity outside the window also absently. She's not sure where she is, but she's absent all over the place in Milliways.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark is in the bar, looking perhaps a bit over-tired, and more than a bit frustrated. In fact, really, he's tired. This is rather clear, because he's scribbling at a notebook, and making absoluterly no sense. However, feel free to bother him. He probably could use conversation.

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Ash storms into the bar, stopping just short of slamming the door. The casual observer might notice the remains of a skeletal disembodied hand still clinging to his sleeve.

Late-night S-Mart shifts are hell. Literally.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Most of the day, for Wells, has passed in quiet and thought, or in staring out the Window. Sooner or later that sort of thing pales, though.

The evening, such as it is, is being passed in rather less congenial circumstances- just at the moment the weather's really not nice- but he seems to find a certain measure of comfort in an outdoor fire-pit well away from the back door of the bar. For whatever reason.

At least the fire's visible, even if he's rather harder to spot.

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

Barty has been reading all day, but then he got hungry, so he came down to the bar for fish and chips.

Now he's lounging in front of the fire with a book about human transfiguration and a hot firewhiskey.

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[mnt_mike]

Mike stands behind Bar, arms open to her brown mahogany expanse.

"Okay. So here we are again. Another Thursday, another Happy Hour. I went out of my way to keep my brain from working at all this entire week so that I wouldn't have a damn idea for a theme tonight.
So here I stand. Totally without any sort of concept in the slightest.
SO! let's do this thing. What are we doing tonight?"

Nothing happens.
Mike's arms fall to his side.

"You're shunning me, aren't you?"

That's when something moves. When Mike turns towards the movement, he totally misses the fact that a large box has appeared on Bar's top. When he finally looks back, he screetchs in surprise. Yes, the mighty ex-turtle ninja screams like a little girl.

On the side of the box Lost and Found is written in clear, clean, black letters.

"Woah! I totally didn't know we had one of these. Score! I will never doubt you again!
Ladies and Gentlemen. You once were lost, but now you're found. Welcome to Happy Hour. Bar is open."

Mike wastes no time, before opening the lid on the box....

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Apparently, Max's research has branched out to newspaper articles. Or at least that's the most logical explanation for the stack of newspapers strewn about her booth. She's sipping coffee and paging thoughtfully through them, in no visible order.

Feel free to bother her, she won't bite.

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[the_seafarer]

Hello, and welcome to Break a Narnian King Week!

The work has been easier, now that the stable is fully employed once again, but there are times when horses are simply easier to talk to or be silent with than humans, which is likely why Caspian has been spending rather a lot of time with them.

Tonight, however, he's in the bar, sitting by the fire--not on the couch, and not drinking

(hot chocolate)

tea.

Tonight he has ale, but he doesn't seem hugely inclined to drink that, either.

[OOC: Tags may be slow, as mun is doing work, but they'll be steady.]

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[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles is at the bar.

Apparently, bored.

She's idly flipping though a coloring book and sipping at a soda. Debating on whether or not to color one of them. And if so, which one.

Coloring is her thing, anyways. Regardless of how old she is.

Come by and poke her. She's squishy.

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

There are two reasons Chloe's in the bar tonight: One, to check on things, to make sure it's all still very real, and two, to eat.
Reason number one: Check. Still very very real.
Reason number two: Check. Turkey sandwich and chamomile tea soda.
Also on the agenda for the night: Updating that journal she started. Certain things need to be written down and deciphered.
Here's your chance to become a diary notebook entry, if you so wish.

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[master-cat.livejournal.com]

Perrault has been through a rather stressful mood as of late; the duties of an advisor, especially an advisor to one such as Pierre, rarely leave time for one to rest. On top of that, the door has stubbornly insisted on opening to the boring, normal sitting room for far too long. Now that it's finally opened again, Perrault is celebrating at Bar with a superb dinner. He won't mind an interruption. Much.

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene is relaxing at a small table. Life in the Mountains of Morning has been remarkably undramatic this week, which is just the way she likes it. She's about halfway through the book she was reading yesterday. Unless she's interrupted, she might just finish it tonight. Which isn't to say that she wouldn't mind an interruption.

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

You might have missed him.

But he's been there, just out of notice.

A study of the faded, and near-invisible.

A pale, pretty boy is sitting near the fire. He's balled up in a chair, bare toes curling over the edge of his seat. Bony kneecaps visible through the threadbare parts of his tie-dyed jeans, the colors of which have washed out to the point where it's only the suggestion of color, a whisper. Only the low glow of fire creates a faint flush along his right side, while above it ivory fingers move in the empty air at only something those milky blue eyes can see.

There's a flatly warm bottle of Dixie beer in his other hand, but he doesn't realize it.


[ooc: Here, and awake.]

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits at table, idly drawing letting in colors in thr air. He isnt being showy about it, but he is somewhat bored and tired and restive all at once, so he is just ffiddling with a simple magic and watching the other Milliwaysers go by. An interruption would be most welcome.

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[futures_of_ash]

It is dark on the lake, clouds hiding the stars above...but for once that suites Rachel's mood. It's carefully contained, in deference to the sleeping baby on her back, but her mind is seething. Today...she'd started to prod gently at her mind once more, gathering shards...

And it hurt.

But that's over now and she's just flaming gently over the waters, watching the ripples and letting the presence of her brother ground her once more.

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[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

Petunia is at the bar, knitting. She's been feeling oddly relaxed lately, though it would be hard for her to answer if asked why.

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha.

Bar.

Small stack of notebooks, filled.

A variety of tools, occasionally rotated by Bar.

Half a dozen small clanks standing at the ready.

Something that bears a passing resemblance to the variety of exercise devices you see on commercials, but with gears and pistons.

Agatha is too caught up in her work to bother with further narration. She feels this speaks for itself.

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: After Mal talked to HoM!Kitty in the bar, their conversation moves from the bar to the stables.]

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Over in a booth, there was an assassin and a superhero trading battle scars and sharing a veritable platter of nachos. This is because they were both requested, and to save the mun's brainspace in attempting to post them seperately.

They seem to be having fun at least, and they're liable to make a party of it if anyone else wants some nachos and has got scars to show off.