Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> Goldilocks, Miho and the Three Bears (Part 2)

[OOM: Goldy and Miho play out the rest of the original story and manage to get back to the bar in an exciting and somewhat untraditional conclusion. Hurrah! Rated R for swearing and implied sexual content.]

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[shortofcrazy]

Wandering over to the Bar with a goofy smile on his face, Riley stares at the notice a minute, then finds his name. He's only had, like, three meals here all told; the number is nothing, really. He digs his wallet out of his pocket and dumps a few crumpled bills on the Bar. There's a moment's hesitation, as if Bar is skeptically eyeing (only, without eyes. since Bar doesn't, you know, have those) the state of the money, but then it disappears. Excellent.

He hops up onto a barstool and lays out some blueprints on the Bar. One looks very much like this one, and he has several more, too, that are more detailed and technology-driven. Ordering a bottle of Heineken, he swings his feet, drinks, and studies his schematics quite happily.

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[shufti]

Shufti looks a little less stiff and sore today, although the bruises on her neck are still visible.

At the moment she is sitting by the fire, having just eaten a little, knitting the tiny jumper. The ball of wool fits neatly onto her pregnant bump.

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[prydeful]

[OOM: In the House, Kitty talks to Edmund. And then she leaves. It's not so much with the happy.]

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[inquisitivehero]

[OOM: In The Shadows of the Night...: In which Hank, pushed too far by recent events, finally breaks down. Spoilers for current X-Events.]

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[shelley_winters]

And after finishing her coffee, and assuring that her notes to various friends and acquaintances are passed out, Shelley Winters slips out the door, back to Tackleford.

Been a while.

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[twostandingby]

[OOM: Some things never leave you. Tycho is fighting a losing battle with insomnia.]

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[iambetadraconis]

[Posting this before LJ enters shutdown mode for tonight...]

Having settled a portion of his tab with Bar, Rabastan is now sitting by the fireplace writing something down in a journal he's suddenly found himself in the possession of.

It's nothing much really; he's just scrawling something in it that looks either like so much child-like scribble or a badly-drawn doodle.

I guess he's had enough of revision on the Dark Arts and has now taken up something less involved.

Perhaps there's something more interesting to do?

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[firstfallenstar.livejournal.com]

He's watching the bar's patrons tonight, rather than the view beyond the window, and sipping from a glass of wine. Paid for in cash, of course - money, for him, is not at all hard to come by. The sudden buzz of activity caused by the management's notice intrigues him.

So, another devil in the bar. Have at.

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[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

There is an Ed, in the bar, sitting in a booth. He seems a bit jumpy tonight, and also like he's keeping an eye out for someone - but whoever he's looking for, he probaly doesn't want to see them. Because every so often, he'll duck under the table. Hiding from someone? Maybe, but it's always false alarms.

Care to investigate why he's acting like a scared squirrel?

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOOC: After this, Kitty comes by Casa Dean to pick up her dragon. There is down-breaking, and she ends up staying the night.

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[withamagicword]

[OOM: Everything Changes, Part One: In which, Billy returns to the Rock to face the Spectre and is overwhelmed before he even gets a chance to strike back, and is sent into slumber, only to wake to falling over Gotham City as Billy Batson in the wake of the Rock of Eternity's destruction. At the last moment, he uses the magic word and crashlands.]

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[velocitygirl]

[OOM 1: Mission Doom. Who's idea was it to send Forge into Black Sun? Oh yeah. Cracken.
OOM 2: Been Too Long. This bar looks familiar. So does that Twi'lek.
OOM 3: Peer Pressure is Not So Good. If only it were truly peer pressure.]

The door opens, and a slightly twitchy, really thin Inyri walks in, with really long hair and really dark eyeshadow, that makes her look almost deadish. But that's the style of the underground, afterall.

In her hand, clutched tight, is a small, metal case. She turns, to make sure the door is still there, then slinks over to an armchair quickly, scratching at her arm.

And you all thought she was bad off before.

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda walks into the bar, carrying a bag of books that's considerably larger than she is. She's looking at it all the time she walks towards Bar, which is a good hint to those who know her that she's surreptitiously levitating it.

When she reaches Bar and sets down her bag, she ( sees the sign about tabs. )

Then she takes out her notebook from the bag and scribbles ( a note for one Rupert Giles )

, following which she ( finds herself a room, which involves more difficulty than usual. )

[Hopefully it's okay to give my character a wonky room key that gives directions instead of having a number on it. I just thought it would make things more interesting.]

Some time later, Matilda emerges from the residential areas (sans giant bag of books but carrying her notebook and pencil) and takes a seat at Bar, frowning pensively and not eating anything, not even fried pancakes. Come ask her what's wrong, O sensitive patrons!

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

It's been bothering him all night. And really, he shouldn't be worried in a place that he was supposed to be taking a vacation in.
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?
He stands for a moment, regarding the sign with a rather dark glare in his eyes. This has now entered the realm of the Not Cool.
And now this deadline, eviction or pay...
And then it hits him. Grinning to himself, he pulls a piece of paper out of his bag, and his film-marking pen, scribbling a note down, then pinning it up:
When they act tough, you call their bluff.
Wondering how you're gonna pay last year's tab?

Please don't go hungry. Find me, and I'll either pay your tab, or find something for you to do to earn money. I have a film production studio, and I always need people to do just about anything. All legal and moral, I promise.

~Mark Cohen. (I'm blonde with black glasses, am rather geeky-looking, and usually have a film camera, and a white-and-black-scarf.)

[OOC: Mun is not exactly here, but leave a message, Mark will find you. Or he'll be in later tonight. Also: Whitetext from the song Rent]

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara and Grissom, arguing quietly between themselves, approach the bulletin.

"For the last time, Gil, I'm covering myself, my brothers, and the Lady Celebrian. I've already settled Will's debt."

"Sara, it is no trouble for me and Jack--"

"Gil, kindly shut it," she says politely.

And he sighs. "Very well."

Both slide cards over to Bar, with muted instructions on the people they are covering.

[Not for tagging, say sorry.]

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[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

The twins were downstairs, they'd seen the notice, they didn't tend to miss things like that, but they were unconcerned, mostly because if they needed anything they'd been well-paid by the Merovingian and whatever they'd needed from the Bar so far had been paid in full.

That and there was the whole not actually needing to eat factor, that helped too.

At the moment they were working on yet another jigsaw puzzle, another of the high-contrast, no-edge pieces, three extra pieces, double sided ones. They were about halfway through, both working it out intently, both glancing up occasionally to watch the flailing.

They'll probably talk to you, if you introduce yourself. They're like that.

( at work, replies may be slow, this goes for Anoia as well )

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[jawaswag.livejournal.com]

There is panic. It might not be the most obvious panic in the galaxy, but there is certainly panic.

Because there is a sign. A sign saying he has to pay off his tab. A tab that he doesn't have any money left to pay. And any money he does have are in his credit accounts back home. On Coruscant. Where the whole rest of the Rogues are. Where Asyr's death is real.

Hence, panic. And a Gavin sitting at the bar wtih a mug of lum (cheaper than lomin ale), debating what to do. Emperor's black bones, this is about as bad as a dewback in a sarlacc pit.

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[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Now here's a face that hasn't been seen in some time, it's the crazy spatula-giving lady with the apron.

The current apron was blue with fleecy clouds across her chest, and green with fleecy black-faced sheep along the hem and middle, two of which were fleecy black-faced sheep pockets.

She laughed as she stepped through the door, "Ah, finally, was wondering where this place had got to."

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith, of course, does not have a tab, and hasn't had since that thing in Dover when she stabbed Lucius Malfoy in the gut. So the tab notice isn't a problem for her, per se.

But of course, such is not the case for everybody.

And Faith, tabless creature that she is, has some stuff back home that's just sitting around being valuable and not doing anything.

Ergo, Slayer, making one last trip through the doors to her world, and returning shortly after, arms full of Very Old And Valuable weapons, carrying a bag of cash on her arm, and lays the whole thing down on Bar, then starts naming names.

When she's done, everybody on the tab board who she knows personally that's in the red has a smaller tab, though how much smaller does vary.

This accomplished, she acquires a cup of coffee and goes to the bar to sit down.

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[young_tmriddle]

( Owl post to Bernard and 'Dora, written with much flailing )

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[hanild.livejournal.com]

Hanild has seen the notice about the tabs and it's got her worried. She's dead, no way to go home to get anything to cover her tab.

And so, she's out at the stables, looking for someone who might be in charge.

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Jedi Master at the bar.

No tea today, no sense in making his tab grow when he has no means to cover it.

Nope, none at all.

So, Mace Windu, troubled face, trying to come up with a solution.

Have at.

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[undignified]

Wes wanders down for some caf and sees a sign.

Wes looks over and still sees no door.



Wes wanders over to a table, after depositing about ten credits -- all his cash -- on Bar, to drink his caf and ponder how, exactly, he is going to pay his tab.

This would be where he would get really annoyed he wasn't here for Security hirings, if he knew about them.

Someone give him ideas. (Asking for a job? Offering to shoot things for people? Convincing Wedge to pay with his General's resources?) Just ... not Lilly's.


[ooc: mun has sucky aim access. mun may (will) slowtime. but mun is definitely here 'til midnight gmt for any tags gmail cares to send. :)]

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha has read the notice, which finally brought her attention to the tab board.

She remembered that she had thought it safer, some time back, to keep her room for storage after she had been cleaning out the lab at TPU.

She remembered that time passes in a much, much different way within Milliways than it does outside.

And though she isn't Bound, she doesn't have access to that much currency on either side of the door.

A solution is needed.

Lilly's notice receives a quick 'AGH' and is forgotten as quickly as Agatha can.
Damn Canadian import laws.
Possibly something she can sell . . . Hm. The stash of things from TPU. To review: They kicked her out, with no refund of tuition. To attempt a visit to the city to return the property to its proper location would risk her life and/or freedom. She needs something to sell. Her small clanks, a dozen or so at this point, support her decision in full.

Two tables have been pushed together, and various items have been neatly lined up. They include an anvil, a small potted cactus, numerous books[on top of the stack: "How I did it"], assorted gears and common tools, vacuum tubes, a canister of Phlogysten, and several devices whose use isn't immediately discernible. There is a sign, written in a neat hand:

Items for Sale. Odd jobs performed; repairs, inventions, maintenance, detail work. Reasonable rates. Employees are highly adaptable; inquire if you have further questions.

Agatha is seated nearby, taking more notes. Her clanks do what they can, polishing the odd item or smoothing out a wrinkled page in a book.

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[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

Lenny's fairly new to having a tab and not being able to pay it off. So he orders a water and plain noodles for himself and a small bag of bread and a saucer of water for the chicks and sets to picking the bread apart and thinking. The chicks note the change of demeanor in their owner and solemnly eat their bread, not playing their usual game of bread-football. Occasionally Lenny sets a chick on his shoulder for a change in scenery.

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[osuwarigirl.livejournal.com]

One not!Kikyo inna bar.

At a bar.

Sipping at her tea.

Come bother at will

...Yes, mun has lost all originality with this entry post...

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Sergeant Wells spent most of last night outside, generally feeling not fit for human company. He's better now, so he's done his exercise for the morning and come in for lunch.

It's occurred to him that he's going to have to remember to grab his wallet when he goes home, then turn around and come back here; he takes obligations seriously. Still, the wallet idea doesn't quite sit right with him, and he doesn't know why.

He could probably do with some company.

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[deadirishdemon.livejournal.com]

Doyle has seen the rent notice. There was a moment of panicflail.

But then he saw his tab, which has magically *coughSlayercough* been reduced to nil.

Huh.

Still, the charity bit isn't his thing, so he has posted the following announcement:

Licensed Teacher Available
- Bond and Dead (not going anywhere anytime soon)
- Licensed for elementary school ages (5-10)
- Knows CPR

See Alan Doyle

A picture of himself is enclosed, and he is now sitting at a table with a cup of coffee.

The Americans corrupted him.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri is in the bar, in a well-lit booth, reading.

Still Lord of the Rings, still with the Joiner's dictionary, still pausing every few pages to write another word in the back so she'll remember to ask a native speaker what it means later. Some of these get filled in when context offers enough clues for a reasonable guess.

The only thing that distinguishes this day from any other day is the fact that she's not in her usual green jumpsuit-- in fact, it's a little difficult to say exactly what she's wearing. It looks something like a tunic or a robe, but made out of no cloth ever seen on Earth.

In fact, it's not made out of cloth at all... and it tends to cling to her in unnatural ways for a minute or so at a time before falling away again.

And it twitches.

Somehow, this doesn't seem to bother Tahiri in the slightest. Half-starved robeskins are supposed to be twitchy. It's her own fault for not wearing it more often.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is curled up in a booth, with a bottle of wine, sulking about the tab issue. Only, Eldornes Do Not Sulk, so maybe she's 'brooding'. Although, that isn't a very feminine word, so maybe...]

[Delia is Sulking, and trying to wrestle with her noble's pride at the same time. It's not really working, as Eldorne pride is both canonical and a bitch to deal with. But, to her credit, she is trying.]

[ooc: mun is doing uni work, so replies will be somewhat slow]

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[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac comes in from outside and slips to a seat at the bar. He moves a hand to his pocket and slips an amount of gold. After a moment, the gold vanishes and he sighs to slip to his usual booth.

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[onetruth-sleuth.livejournal.com]

Conan moves to the bar and crawls up on a stool. He slips a handful of yen to the bar top, and it vanishes. With a sigh, he drops off the stool and walks over to a table, hands buried in his short pockets.

Conan is at his usual table in the middle of the room. Feel free to poke...Or, glomp the cute little boy, as it amuses the mun... ^_^

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[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

Petunia's work in the kitchens has cut her tab down considerably. Despite that, she's been here for a year . . . things start to add up. She's been knitting a lot, and yarn costs start to add up after a time. And it's not as if she'd be able to bring what she's made with her when the door does open for her -- there would be far too many questions. She borrows an instant camera from Bar to photograph the items; there have been some perfectly nice people here, but others wouldn't be above stealing something if she had everything out in the open.

Soon, another sign has been posted:

Knitted items for sale Afghans, hats, scarves, etc. Custom orders available for a flat rate plus yarn costs. See Petunia Dursley for further information.

The accompanying photos show three afghans spread out neatly. One is dark blue with indigo trim, very simple and basic. The second is made with blended yarn, a smooth rippling design in varying forest hues. The third, she was feeling creative on. Also, intense cabin fever over the winter. It is black and soft, and even from a photo it's clear it was carefully and patiently made. But the most interesting thing about it is the design; it's the view from the observation window -- or the window in Petunia's room, through an odd quirk of milliphysics -- created in yarn. The scene is captured about halfway through the night, just as the swirls of dying nebulas are getting dramatic and before the supernovas begin the great cascade.

It looks somewhat like the sky from 'Starry Night', in some sections.

There are also photos of hats. For great meta and reference to the photos of Dudley wearing different-coloured bobble hats as a child, some of them are the orange, red, and yellow design that Firefly fans will recognize. But there's also a wide selection of other colours.

Sign posted, Petunia retreats to her usual table to continue knitting. It seems a good idea to have some extra things ready, in case more are needed to settle the last of her tab.

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[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack's downstairs, paying off his tab and Kate's tab. He writes out a check, hoping to any god in the universe that his mother didn't shut down his account.

Because otherwise, he and Kate are screwed.

He sets the check on the bar, and it disappears. He breathes a sigh of relief. Hoo.

So he orders another drink (why stop now?) and wanders over to the armchairs.

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[twostandingby]

When Tycho comes downstairs, moving with all the subtlety of a sleep-deprived rancor (though better than he has been, since he finally just gave up and took a few sleeping pills last night) as he goes to the Bar and drops onto a stool, it takes him a few minutes of life-giving caf to notice the large notice, written in an unfamiliar language with a Basic translation underneath. He looks at it a minute, then goes upstairs and comes back down with his wallet. He lays out a datacard, which vanishes, then reappears after a moment. The amount owed next to his name disappears from the notice board. He looks over the board and sees several familiar names with large amounts owed. He asks the Bar for a piece of flimsi and a stylus, and he writes a quick note.

( For all New Republic pilots )

The note and stylus vanish. And then he sits, drinking caf and valiantly attempting to wake up some. Company would be most welcome.

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[backwardname.livejournal.com]

Since it's a miracle his mun even got Semagic to work for a split second, Campbell Alexander and Judge were not staying.

They made their way up to Bar, where Campbell placed a credit card down on her surface and asked, "Can Anna Fitzgerald be moved to my tab? There's no way I'm letting the girl have to fend for herself."

When it's my fault she's stuck here.

That done, he quickly wrote out a ( note to Anna )

, leaving it with Bar, and the two departed.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Two players, two characters, one post.

Dream enters without his usual fanfare, at his favored table. He, of course, is scribed in black, white, and hems of burning nightmare. One pale, pale hand rests on Kitty's shoulder.

She looks a little more with it, a little less likely to fall apart, than she had been the last time she came into the bar. She also still looks like she'd rather not be here, for all she can't hide forever.

He looks worried, for him, and silently accepts two cups of coffee from a passing rat. One of them is handed to his favorite niece before he sips from the other one.

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[withamagicword]

[OOM: Everything Changes, Part Two: In which Billy Batson, as Captain Marvel, fights demons and faces their evil, and is tricked, and takes a life. Afterwards, he must face his deed and quickly, or let chaos completely overwhelm his hometown.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Up in the sim room, Jag finds Jaina tinkering with one of the machines. They talk, reconcile, and thread ends on a rather sweet and sappy Hawksley-Workman-lyrics-whitetext note.]

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[the-silver-lady.livejournal.com]

A song is softly sung, the singer busy with needlepoint near a fireplace. Her tone is serene and her demeanor relaxed.

Celebrían would welcome company, both old and new.

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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is not at all worried about tabs. She's gainfully employed, but just to be sure, she deposits all the Scarran krindar she has with her onto the bar and watches them disappear. She's set for a good long while.

That done, she settles at a table, unaware of any doom that might be happening elsewhere. Someone might need to clue her in, or a certain someone else isn't getting cured.

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust.
Pays her tab,
and continues on with her life.
She is amused,
is Lust.

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han discovers, on lowering himself into a smuggling compartment head-first, that Milliways is here again. That whole ninety-degree gravity shift thing is getting less fun every time, even if it is more or less what you expect when most of the doors on your ship aren't vertical.

He gets up, rubbing his hip, and heads over to the bar. At least he can always get a good meal when he's here.

...right? Right. Only there's a notice staring him in the eye.

He reads it, and swears, and turns on his heel. "Chewie!" he yells, grabbing the doorframe and hauling himself through. "Chewie, we gotta get a job, and this time one that don't end with us poorer'n when we started, huh?"

The door closes behind him on a Wookiee's mournful interrogative.

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[makes-it-rain.livejournal.com]

Time sure runs funny in Milliways. You think it's only been a few days since you wandered downstairs -- turns out it's been a few months.

Maes Hughes notices that notice that's supposed to be noticed, when he goes to order a meal (dinner? lunch?) from Bar, and rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully.

He's not worried, really, because he's not spent much, but he does continue to eye it thoughtfully as he eats.

Between that and the glancing around, vaguely people-watching, he seems pretty approachable, right?

Millitimed to sometime after the thing with k_in_black.

[gone_byebye]

Ray comes in from New York City, rubbing at his face tiredly with one hand. He's got a sheaf of papers in one hand, and he looks as if he could use a drink; what the Bar gives him, however, is his usual green stuff and a plate of dinner. He nods and touches the bar briefly with his Visa card.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

That having been done, he scoops up his receipt and goes looking for a place to sit.

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[elhombrelobo.livejournal.com]

There's Sim, sitting in the bar, looking as though he's never left it.

The truth is, he had left the bar, but as his adventures are nothing to write home about, it only appears as though he's been here all along.

Or maybe someone's noticed, but as he's the unassuming type, they probably haven't remarked upon it.

Or maybe I'm just rambling.

Well, Sim's here. He's read the notice and has given the bar five dollars. Which for Sim, is a lot of money. And so he hopes that a portion of his tab is covered, providing we adjust for inflation and deflation.

Hey he's not rich by any definition of the word, but he does have some money on him, so...

And now that he's paid a portion of his bill, he's enjoying a bottle of Atlantean. Looking like he's never left Milliways.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph hasn't been visible much this week. She's been here, of course, but mostly she's been Lurking. When she spots the new notice, though, she drops out of the rafters to read it, and her face falls.

And then she looks across at her tab, and - is there an opposite to falling faces? Jumping faces, perhaps, or flying? Whatever it is, her face does it, because her tab's at zero.

So there's a Steph with a smile on, actually in the Bar proper for once, not lurking, because she's gotta find out who's responsible for this. 'Cos, wow.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco had seen the notice, and there was some cursing. Later, he came back into the bar. Early on, he had a small purse to pay for items, but with meals, books, and a broom, he was well into the red now. And now it looked like he was going to have to do something terrible.

Get a job.

Right now, he was also considering a hunger strike to protest. We can guess how long THAT will last.

So sullen and broke wizard in the bar, seeking employment.

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[reluctantcleric.livejournal.com]

Partridge also had seen the notice. Hmmm... this might be a problem. He had a feeling this was going to happen sometime soon.

But where could he go ask for work?
Especially given his unusual set of skills. He started checking the other notices for something promising, and also seemed to be looking to talk to somebody.

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly is sitting at a table in the bar with tea and biscuits, but you may not recognise her for one of two reasons.

1. She's purple. Hair, skin, eyes.
2. She's wearing a Not Happy Face.

Strangley enough, the two things are not really related to each other.

She's open for company.

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[bloodyrockgod]

When Charlie sees the notice, he winces and goes back upstairs. He returns in a few minutes and lays a few wrinkled twenties on the bar. "Me and Darien Fawkes, please," he says, and nods when the totals reduce a bit.

He sits at the piano, warms up with scales, and starts playing.

( you know this one )

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[miss-eyre.livejournal.com]

Jane comes down from her rooComing down the stairs to the Bar, Jane is amazed by the buzz in the bar tonight. She raises an eyebrow at it. convinced that it is another play or death or other somesuch drama as Milliways is wont to have. Her interest is caught, however, by the large notice in regards to bar tabs. One quick glance gardners her the knowledge that her tab is extravegant, and more pressingly, she is unable to afford to pay any of it. She orders a cup of tea to steady herself, but her hands are obviously trembling, resulting in the cup rattling on its saucer. She must think as to how to solve this problem and with all rapidness. She does not fancy being a pauper once again.

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[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles glanced at the notice. Hmmm... he went over to check his tab.
Funny... he could have sworn it was more. He wondered how he might pay for it all.

Forwarding the bill to the Council certainly had some perverse appeal.

If only the blasted door was there... oh hello, now it was.

Catch him now before he heads back.

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[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

There's a sign up and lots of people are reading it and muttering about it.

Mugen can't read it. Not a word of it. Some of the lettering that could be kanji if he holds his head sideways looks kind of familiar but hell if he knows more than a few basic words, or at least words that are basic to 17th-century Japan, where he's from. Words like samurai or criminal or execution or sword.

"Nope. Don't see a damn word I know there."

He can write his name, or the symbol for his name, and it looks something like ∞ when he gets done writing it... but that's about it.

"And I ain't stupid." Eyes narrowed, he stands there scratching his chin. "Screw that." He's not stupid, but he's too proud to ask just anyone to read it to him.

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir, having spent his day in his usual manner of work and practice, relaxes by the fireplace with an ale.

The notice makes him raise an eyebrow, and he shrugs. He's doing all right.

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

From the House of Arch, two short figures enter, namely Bianca and Arithon. She needs something to eat, and if one them remembers they nag the other.

So, two pups, two muns, tag either or both.

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[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is sitting by the observation window, but is observing the geneal mayhem in the bar as opposed to the stars. She, being one of the few not having to worry about their tab as she pays hers regularly, is torn between being amused and feeling sorry for the rest.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Letter to Tom Riddle]

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[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie is sitting in a booth, a pile of sugar cubes and a glass of water in front of her. She has the hiccoughs.

She's seen the tab notice. She doesn't really care. She's still technically gainfully employed. Once she doesn't have hiccoughs anymore, she'll worry about that.

Do you have a cure? Please tell her. Or the mun.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel, couch by fireplace, tea and paradoxes, notebook.
He's pointedly ignoring the tab notice in favor of said notebook, drumming on it with his pen when he's not actually managing to write.
So far, he hasn't really made it past You guys are crazy, you know. Precisely who is being addressed is, as yet, unclear.

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[theravenboy]

Bran Davies, returning to Milliways for the first time in weeks, stares at first the new sign and then at the tab board. There are zeroes neatly marked next to the names Bran Davies and Owen Davies. When he sees the alarmingly long Roman numeral following Guinevere Britanniae, Bran closes his eyes and begins thinking very hard.

"Bar?" Bran says at last. "May I have some good-quality paper and an envelope, please? And a pen. A few scraps of paper to take notes on, too." When the items appear, incidentally raising Bran's tab above zero again, Bran adds, "I'd like to borrow a Welsh-Latin dictionary. If you have one."

Bran sits on a barstool, deep in concentration, and begins scribbling on one of the scraps of paper.

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Aeryn escapes]

Pulse pistol nowhere in sight, a bruised, blood stained soldier climbed through the door. It swung shut behind her. Oh and she's Aeryn Sun. Relieved to be...somewhere she doesn't remember, she flipped over, letting the light of the roof dance in her vision. Then she started to laugh.

[OOC: Plot locked, but never fear, there will be infirmary posts later. This is mostly just to establish...backness and illness.]

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Dinner's long since been over for the couple, but Jaina and Jagged Fel are still downstairs in the bar, sitting next to each other at a booth. Jaina's crutches lean against the table, her legs spread across Jag's lap as opposed to the seat across from her. It's rather comfortable. Well, for her, anyway.

Currently, they're enjoying the last of the strawberry ice cream Jaina had ordered alongside a proper meal - nerf steak, topatoes, and charbote - and talking quietly.


[ooc: Two pups, two muns, both of whom are here. Feel free to tag!]

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[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

Erin's seated at a table, feet propped casually on the chair across from her.

Her Security badge is in its usual prominent position over what should be the breast pocket of her shirt.

She's frowning a little, fingers tapping an impatient and irritated rhythm on the table. Little sisters should not be taking care of the elder ones. Sets the whole universe out of alignment.

It hadn't been difficult to take care of, though--a quick word with Bar as she ordered dinner, arranging her tab to be paid out of her Security salary from here on out.

Let's see Mel get around that.

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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

The door opened, and the half-ghost boy that flew through it stopped in midair and blinked.

He was be-spandexed, and his hair was white.

"Huh. So that's what happened when you reverse the dials on the Fenton portal." A pause. "Cool."

He stuck his head through the door, as if to tell someone he'd be right back, and shut the door behind him, phasing back to normal again, and looking around for Ray or Venkman.

One of the first things he went to was the notice board...

"COME ON!"

It wasn't as if he'd had control over being Bound those few weeks!

"That's two months' allowance!"

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

Ron's been around. Mostly cooped up with Harry and Hermione (Hermione especially, haha) but around.

However, today was one of the first days he felt social in a long while, and thus he'd come down read the notice, freaked accordingly, and sat at the bar.

Then he noticed that his tab had been paid off, and freaked over that, because when it came to money and the fact that he had none, he had a bit of a mental thing...

Bloody son of a...

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[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally fretted for a moment when she read the notice. But then she noticed that a very sizable chunk had been taken out of her tab, so she ran upstairs to get her sewing things and is now set to making a complete suit (with olive green undershirt) of dark green with black pinstripes and a tie for Clive. Because she assumes it's Clive that paid off her tab.

There's also a kangaroo. Staring, keen with interest in the goings-on of the bar.

Neither would mind horribly if they were interrupted, just don't piss off the man-eating kangaroo.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy hasn't let his tab get too high ever since the first time he was Bound, mainly because it scared the hell out of him at the time. He hasn't yet found out that it's been cleared because his mun only just noticed.
Right now he has other things on his mind. The table in front of him is covered in books of native British poisonous plants, and a cup of comfrey tea, which he is sort of dissecting the leaves out of rather than drinking. He is fidgetty and on edge, and not really in the best of moods.
It's been a long week.

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[young_tmriddle]

Tom walks in looking rather harried. He posts a sign on the bulletin board and then hurries back through the House of Arch painting to and another busy evening in the Underside.

The sign reads:

POSITIONS WANTED

The Lord and Lady of the House of Arch are seeking tutors (French language, Science, European and general world History, art, and music) as well as a part-time nanny for Ingress (age 6) and Gavroche (age 11)- two high-spirited, bright, magically gifted children.

(There are extremely cute wizarding pictures of Ingress and Gavroche waving)

We need reliable, experienced professionals for full-time or part-time positions within the House of Arch. Please fill out the application, and return it by owl to Tom and Door.

( Application here )

OOC-Applicants, please cut and paste answers in replies, and see note in back room regarding the "interview" process ;)

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[red_chilies]

[[New York: Tom gets caught up when he's writing; Carl attempts to convince him to eat. It even sort of works!]]

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[nonookie4u.livejournal.com]

Strata comes into the bar, looking for some company after a long hiatus, living in her cabin by the shore. She glances at the note, mutters, and empties a small purse of most of its contents, counting its contents carefully and sighing when her tab reduces to zero. She takes the now six-months-old Elpida and settles herself on ther favorite couch, delicately balancing a mug of water and a plate of grape-leave wrapped rice in her free hand.
Of course, to honor the ocassion, she is fully dressed up in her finest sky-blue himation and jewelry, as well as her usual glass amphora necklace. She smiles brightly.

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[shufti]

Pregnant teen in the bar, over by the tab notice.
Painstakingly tracing the letters with her finger in an attempt to read what it says. Because anything that long has to be important.
Anyone prepared to take pity on her and read it out?

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Because mun is not precicely in a good mood, she is throwing Jack in to distract her. Don't worry, no writers were hurt in the process of composing this entry post.

For reference, Jack is writing at a better lit corner of the bar. As always, he can be distracted. Preferably when he is not looking off in the distance.

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[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

There's a psych nurse inna bar, who's just seen the tab notice.

He's decided that this calls for drastic action, which is why he's sitting in one corner of the bar playing the guitar and singing Morning Town Ride.
It's the only song he knows that only has A D and E chords.
In front of him is a pot.

'Will stop singing when can cover tab'

At some point he might find out that the infirmary staff tabs have been paid off. Hopefully before he gives up singing and seeks out Lilly.

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[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Liz lunches with a certain canonical gentleman.]

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[creator_raven]

Raven is settled comfortably in a booth, feet tucked up beneath him, boots propped neatly beside him. Sometimes it's nice to be able to wriggle your toes.

And when one is dining on hot chocolate and the equivalent of freshly-baked cookies, being comfortable is paramount.

Not that he isn't the rest of the time, of course.

Still, hot chocolate is special.

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[hg-unwell.livejournal.com]

Griffin, dismayed by Bernard's notice, sits at the bar, busily penning a reply to Tom's notice, figuring he should apply himself to respectable teaching before seriously considering Lilly's notice and wondering if three-and-thirty isn't too old to be a rentboy.

He is, at least, practiced.

And distinctive.

And dead.

And destitute.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz wanders into the bar, and sees the sign.

His first thought is that he has to try leave again, as the only way he'll work off his tab is if he can work at his job in the library.

For a while. And maybe borrow his room mate's laundry detergent.

This doesn't seem to go over too well, though, as the door won't open. He sighs, but without thinking to actually check his tab, Behrooz sits at a table and doesn't order anything.

Though there's probably a part of him seriously wondering if he'd get charged for hunting the demonic bunnies.

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Paige walks through wearing a bathrobe, her head turned as she's talking to the person in her room.

"Yes I'll be right back, I'm just going to get us some breakfast."

Then she turns her head to see she's back at Milliways and frowns, "I've only been gone two days." she says with a sigh, then notices the sign about the tab, she'd not really thought that far ahead, stupid of her really.

Of course they're not much she can do about it right now, since she's wearing only the robe.

((the mun was trying to take a break, but well it didn't work so well :/))

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

(OOM: In which there is a lot of singing, and unfortunately, fear.)

The door opens to a deciduous forest in very early spring, late in the afternoon. That sight, however, is rapidly blocked by one tall elf entering, carrying another, significantly pregnant elf, in his arms. Glorfindel, the one doing the carrying (and also decidedly not pregnant) nudges the door shut behind him, and then makes his way towards the couch. It doesn't look as if he intends to let go of his cousin (by default, the decidedly pregnant one) any time soon.

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is back in the bar. Same sign, same smirk. A few more words have been scribbled on the sign, and she's actually got a notebook with her tonight, but this is what happens when you decide that hey, starting a whorehouse was a more brilliant idea than even you realized. The additional words read:

Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers is still looking for whores as well as bouncers and other positions, and clients, duh. Come talk to Madam Lilly, she won't bite. Unless you're paying for it, of course.

[OOC: post is locked to anyone who tagged backroom post with interest, but if you'd like to talk to her and haven't tagged yet, just ping 'da emmy gee' on aim. Thanks!]

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[theravenboy]

[OOM: Bran has written a letter to his father Arthur Pendragon, requesting assistance with Guinevere's tab. In the bar, he arranged for Merriman to deliver the letter.]

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman has tea again this evening, and a few issues of Punch. He can't always read Punch without wanting to roll his eyes at the late-Victorian idea of humour, but the parliamentary sketches are fairly interesting, most of the time.

His tab is still low, so he isn't concerned about it yet...but there are a few people he needs to speak to before he settles his account.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A sign is posted.

"

Need Money?

Got a Huge Tab?

Eccentric Rich Man Seeks Eager Employees To Perform Odd Jobs, for $$$CASH$$$

Leave a Note with Bar For John Ward, I will Send Back a JoB!"

No, Tim isn't there, but the notes will get to him. It's good to be the ward of a billionaire.

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[un_fallen]

Raguel comes in and makes his usual beeline for an unobtrusive vantage point. He glances at the settle-up sign at the bar, slows, and looks again.

He crosses to the board showing all the tabs. Blinks. Digs in his pockets. Stares at his findings.

"Damn," he mutters. A few coins are deposited on Bar's surface - far less than enough - and after one final rummage through his bag the angel stalks moodily to a corner table.

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[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

It's cold out by the lake, but it's a good place to sit and think about what it means to be dead and owe money. All his life, he was good and paid his debts. They sent him to prison anyhow, but still, he was a pretty good Solar System citizen.

Now he has nothing but a saxophone and a tab, and Gren feels like he's indebted in so many ways. He checks the tab board: what he owes is significantly less than what Julia owes, because it's her room he's been staying in, but there goes the concept of getting a room of his own, not that he really needs one. But the way his luck is going, he will need one now that there's no chance he can afford it unless there's some sort of minor miracle, some hiring of dead sax players of questionable sexuality. He really doubts that's going to happen.

But it all begs the question for him: why am I here? Like he told Faye, he can only see a fuzzy outline of the door.

He'll try it one of these nights. See if he can find his way over there, feel a doorknob. He's really only sure of one thing: this time, he's bringing his saxophone with him.

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[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Backstory]

A man stumbles through the door, dirty, panting, frightened.

He falls to the floor, tripping over his combat boots and landing on the long brown coat he is wearing.

He's in his mid twenties and his hair is cropped and auburn; his pale skin is spotted with dirt and flecks of blood--some dried, some not.

He's still frightened, panting in fear.






[ooc: plot locked. Say sorry]

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[song_tra_bong]

It is something of a well-kept secret that Mary Anne loves to dance. Aside from ballet lessons when she was six, most of her style hinges on making things up. She hasn't had many opportunities to dance in the last three years.

Now outside by the lake, what she's doing now couldn't really be called a dance. Most dances don't involve knives. It's not a kata or any regulated set of training maneuvers, either; there are too many pauses that hint at improvisation.

Her weapons has seemed like foreign creatures ever since the fight with Ramon. She's trying to make them her own again. Feel free to correct her form or just observe.

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[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is in the bar and looking somewhat less than cheerful.

Bloody awful, really. His eyes are dark from lack of sleep, and at the rate he's going through that second scotch, it may be a short night. Pity the alcohol doesn't seem to be taking his mind off whatever is bothering him.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom's at the bar. He has one foot propped up on the stool next to him.

He's drinking and looking vaguely out of sorts. Yes, at the same time.*

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[prydeful]

She has a hand in her hair, and another leafing through a book, which she's only half paying attention to.

It's not really important, anyway. Or Kitty doesn't think so.

And there's a lot to think on, anyway.

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[north-witch.livejournal.com]

It has been some time, since Serafina Pekkala stepped into this place. In fact, she is only vaguely aware of how long it has really been--to one for whom human lifetimes pass fleetingly, a few months can slip by easily.

But she enters now, in tattered black silk as always, Kaisa on her shoulder, and proceeds to the Bar, where a mug of something warm and spiced is obtained.

It's only then that the notice board, and its latest contents, catches her eye. As she reads, her eyebrows lift slightly.