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[burning-evil.livejournal.com]

OOM: In which Puck admits that he's a virgin.

Yeah.

[Rated Yay! for sexual content, L for lying to the Prince of Lies and M for Manipulation.]

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[grovecj.livejournal.com]

OG at the bar. In a booth.

A suitcase rests beside him, and he also has a note book and a pen on the table.

On the table, one thing more, a sign that says:

LOANS

Care to come try to get one?



(***do not worry, it is the last repost***)

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[latino_menace]

Cells OOM: After this meeting with a certain Malfoy last night, Ramon has once again found himself incarcerated. Unfairly, he would proclaim, but still.

24 hours later, and he's bored out of his skull. Rather like his mun. And so, there's a post where he can be visited, if anyone's as bored as he is. Gloating, snark, friends, outright hate - all welcome.

Storm Rising...

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

A wizard walks along the lakeside and smiles as he wanders.

It has been awhile since he saw true snow and as the deepening storm flows around him, he laughs aloud.

Of course this might have to do with the glowing field of warmth surrounding him, melting snow as it hits and keeping the cold at bay. Or it might just be the sheer joy of it.

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[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

He's not the most social creature- far from it. But sometimes even the socially-phobic long for some form of company, even if it's just in the form of watching someone from the shadowed cover of the forest.

Thus, there's a monster lurking near the lake.

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[suchagoodchild.livejournal.com]

Still believing himself to be the victim of a kidnapping, Trevor has staged a hunger strike in protest.

Which, for Trevor Goodchild, means never eating whenever there is someone who might see him, but sneaking small bites of his emergency rations (specially designed for just such a purpose) when alone.

At the moment, he can be found sitting on a table in a full lotus position, eyes closed, swaying gently back and forth.

If you believe that he's actually meditating and not fully aware of everything around him, well, then, that's your call.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

As it was brought home to him the other night that he has spent far too long in the forge of late, Gimli is making an effort to be sociable today. This is, however, an effort as defined by Dwarven standards. Namely: he's eating lunch in public.

Nobody ever said dwarves were particularly outgoing.

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[flakygoodness.livejournal.com]

With a 'whoosh' of warm air that carries the scent of fresh-baked cookies, Geoff pops into view in the middle of the bar.

It's been a while since he could just pop into view instead of slowing fading in like a Polaroid. As such, he is likely to be giddy at the prospect.

There is definitely giggling.

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[outofdepth.livejournal.com]

For Guildenstern, being dead has meant wonderful perspective on life, and has therefore led him on many outdoor walks, indoor ruminations, and otherwise solitary pursuits.

It has not, however, meant checking the notice board on a regular basis. Which means when it finally does occur to him to check, he sees the rather unfortunate notice regarding tabs. He spares a glance to the tab board and winces at the number beside his name.

"That settles it, then," he muses to himself. "Definitely hell."

He pats his clothes, looking for any available coin and finding only two small coppers -- payment for the boatman, clearly someone's cruel joke -- which he lays on the bar, watching his tab diminish by not nearly enough.

"This... is apt to be interesting."

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[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Martha Adams, unBound, has been paying off her tab before leaving each night. The exception being the first time she was in, when the Joe Manco fund provided her with a room to shower the blood off and a cup of coffee. She paid that back, too. This is the sanest way to deal with things if you never know when you'll get a chance to return.

So when she sees the notice she nods once, closes the door behind her with care, and smiles faintly. A short exchange of money later she has a drink and a sandwich, and is seeking a table.

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[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

freedom

As bowed under the weight of the world as she is, Sonia can't help feeling somewhat relieved to finally be out of a cell. There would even be a spring in her step, if she weren't also weighed down by imminent infant.

She turns to the door. After such a long absence... she'd better go back and check on things. Not that she expects much to have happened these days, but it's a duty thing.

With a deep breath, she opens and heads through.

[OOP: Feel free to delay her departure, though she's pretty much set on going back.]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Long ago, Alexander Knox learned that running up a bar tab was a bad idea. So he isn't concerned about Beranrd's edict. In fact, he's amused by the signage he's seeing all over the place. It reminds him of his own days as a stringer, and his own missteps with the tab at his favorite bar.

At the same time, it also reminds him that his credit card company will likely charge more interest than he'd like, and so Knox spent the night in a fairly small (and he presumes, cheap) room. But he awakens refreshed, and dry. At least till he gets back to the Gotham rain.

Come and say hi.

[ooc: slowtime is likely for work]

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[princess-entipy.livejournal.com]

Pretty pretty princess, at the bar, with lunch.

Come bug her. She might share.

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

Enters the Jack.


Who promptly sits at the bar and orders water. That actually doesn't mean anything special- water is still his favourite thing. You can create such lovely things with it.

Very soon, a menagerie of crystal animals are ambling about, soundless except for the clink of icy feet on the polished surface of the bar.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

By all rights Sergeant Wells ought to have had multiple nightmares last night. Lord knows he had enough issues kicked to the surface yesterday- and with the full moon so very, very close, everything's been pressing in on him worse than usual. There were, however, no nightmares to be had.

Probably because he never did manage to sleep.

You'll excuse him if he's just a bit crankier than usual today, we hope. There's only so many wonders tea can work.

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Here we find one Matilda, juggling a plate of fried pancakes, a very large physics book, and a smug expression. She sets the first two down on a table, sits, and lets the third continue to do its business while she combines eating with reading.
If anyone manages to glimpse the title, it is Everything There Is To Know About Light.

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[osuwarigirl.livejournal.com]

One very disgruntled not!Kikyo inna bar. She walks over to the bar and slaps a handful of yen on the bar top with a groan of a sigh, then shifts to take a seat as the money vanishes. "Two weeks' worth of allowance! How did I even let it get that far..." she murmurs, slouching in her seat, saddening a bit, as she stares to her feet at the ground in thought.

Tab's taken care of. Anyone feel like starting up a conversation with her?

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

(Oom from March 4, to be continued)

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[armoralchemy.livejournal.com]

Al enters the bar and makes his way to the bar to see if there are any messages from Ed. There aren't, and he gets The Notice instead.

Al exits the bar again.

He returns a second later with some odd-looking currency, and puts it on the bartop. His tab disappears. Hooray for gainfully employed brothers.

That settled, he goes over to his table and starts reading something huge and scientific.

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[master-cat.livejournal.com]

Perrault is seated on a stool near the door, quite relaxed by all appearances. The occasional sip of tea, a bite from a shrimp pastry that Bar so kindly provides. All very relaxed.

He is, as always, a cat. And therefore highly aware of his surroundings.

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

It has been a fair whILE yet she is here here is she is here she she is here is she is here and here is she is here
sIncE shE tsal emac ereh.

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Sometime after the Security meeting The mun cannot handle calendars or dates to save her life, but sometime during the day Tahiri comes downstairs with an empty bag and a datapad with the list of all the things she's supposed to get for people when she goes back home.

It's little things, mostly. Stuff she can find around the Academy. Bacta patches for Jaina's leg from the medbay, a few unique bits of lightsaber technology for Master Windu. The financial bits can be handled at terminals in the comm room.

If there's anything she's forgotten or something extra someone wants her to pick up while she's out, better catch her before she reaches the door.

Or, you know. If you just want to ask what she's up to. She might bring you back something neat if you ask nicely. Like a plush voxyn, or something.

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[button-masher.livejournal.com]

The door slides open and a hand attatched to a blue shirted arm scoots a small robot in. Said person attatched to said arm and hand watches carefully as the robot makes its way to the bar, holding a large pile of cash.

The robot deposits the cash, snatches an apple off the bar (the cost of which transferring to Gabe's account) and wanders back into the waiting palm of Tycho Brahe.

Thanks to the small robot, Tycho Brahe and John Gabriel's tabs are now paid in full! Yay! Insert girlish squeal from Gabe!

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[guppy_sandhu]

( Note for Helen, Amanda, Aeryn, Abs, Asar-Suti, Gil, Behrooz, Castle, Chase, Hank, Catherine and Lindsey, Nerdanel, Gorlim, Námo, Ray, Peter Venkman, Sara, Steph, Naraht and David. )

After depositing a load of violently purple invitations at the bar, Guppy settles by the infirmary with the cat.

The doctor is in

In the stables

[the_seafarer]

After this conversation, a sign is tacked up by a newly-occupied stall at the far end of the stable.

( NOTICE: To the employees and visitors of the stable )

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly comes down to the bar with parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She stops off at the bar to get a tray of tea and biscuits, and asks for a room key.

She settles herself at a table with a good view of the patrons, and sets to work making a sign that she intends to hang on the notice board later that reads:

NEED A BABYSITTER?

Molly Prewett, (nearly) fully qualified witch, can help you with occasional childcare needs! Ready, willing and able to change nappies, keep your child entertained, safeguard, and lavish attention.

Asking 10 Sickles per hour, but open to negotiation. Please no children over the age of ten.
Seek me out in the bar, or leave a note.

She uses a sticking charm on a photo of herself, taken at the holidays, waving enthusiastically. It's not great, but it's the best one she's got.


She's sticking her tongue out in her endeavor to use her very best handwriting, and would welcome interuptions, if you'd like to stop and tease her or say hello!

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

[Atton experiments with writing in a journal. It doesn't really work very well.]

Atton comes downstairs, heading for the door to go out and get money. His hand is barely millimetres away from the door handle when it vanishes.
"Oh, that's just not kriffing fair." He stands by the door for a while, tapping his foot and expecting it to appear again. When it doesn't, he heads off and slumps in a booth with a large, leather-bound book.

If you look carefully, you might notice that there's another, more modern book inside the large book.

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[shufti]

Shufti is sitting curled up by the fire, finger tracing the letters in a large book in front of her.

Bar lent her 'The very hungry caterpillar' today.

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[dragon_twin]

The front door of the bar opens and Melou pokes his head around.

He grins, because he remembers this place, and ambles in, jumping slightly as the door closes behind him.

Anyone care to occupy the tiny Pendragon until his mother finds him?

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[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Lonely-looking Slayer reading a copy of Cosmopolitan that she got from Bar. She'd seen the notice, but isn't worrying too much. She's sure that Snow said she was covered, being dead and all. She'd just cut down on frivolities. No more midnight ice-cream.

That said, she doesn't consider Cosmo a frivolity. It's cheaper than buying a book. And far less taxing.

So untaxing that she looks close to falling asleep.

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[balletrat]

*Meg's curled up in an armchair with her history book, in front of the fire; she's reading intently, a faint frown on her face.

Her coffee mug balances precariously on an arm of the chair, looking as if it's held upright mostly by sheer force of will.*

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam walks in the front door, a bag in her hand. She goes up to the bar and takes out her check book and neatly makes out a check for her tab and Andrew's tab.

After depositing that, she orders a milkshake and goes and sits down somewhere, so she can rest. Mumsies to be shouldn't walk around all day!

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cally does some work at the embassy in Rome.]

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

Cain sits at a table near the back door, watching the snow. it hasnt turned really nasty yet, but, if experience means anything, it looks like it will. He wonders how long it will last and if he will be around to see it when it is calm again. Musing, he drinks his beer and watches the night.

Exit Post (pre-OOM)

[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce comes down the stairs, and from the look on his face, he's in no mood to talk to anyone. Well, except for Bar, apparently, because he heads straight over to her and orders a Lagavulin, watching his bar tab take another little jump. It's not that much, really, but it's more than he has with him here.

He suspects Andrew would be happy to help him pay down his tab, but Wesley's never been good at turning to allies for--hello. That's new.

Wes sets his glass back on the bar, his mouth open in surprise. Is that the Door? He looks at Bar for a long moment before a look of understanding comes over him.

"It's a kind of test, isn't it?" He gazes at the door again, and then nods. "Right."

He asks Bar for a small bag containing several innocuous things, and when it appears, he puts it over his shoulder, gets up from the bar, walks over to the Door to open it, and steps right through.

(no subject)

[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Geburah, Part I]

Passing through the Door, Wesley-Wyndham Pryce finds himself in one of the lands of the dead.

(no subject)

[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

The only other time he's played his saxophone in the bar was that one time with Charlie; he's not sure why he's been shy to do it. After all, he's been a musician all his life (and all his death).

Tonight, he's in a corner, playing quietly. Songs he's written or classic songs he learned over the years. He's not playing to attract attention or because he wants to prove anything. All he wants is the satisfaction of making the most beautiful music he can.

It's the one gift life and death never took away from him, after all.

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[somnium-sum.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and he turns in the doorway, facing down a pair of violet-gone-indigo eyes with horizontal pupils; like a goat's. Its leonine tail swishes and it lowers its head, horn brandished, stamping a cloven hoof that made a sound like a ringing bell. It drops its head.

(Sound the charge, and beat a retreat.)

His eyes widen in suprise and he hurries inside, shutting the it quickly. He rests against the closed door just to catch his breath and still his chuckling. Afterward, he brushes down his coat and steps up to the bar, hands in his pockets.

"My lady bar, should it please you to accept this." There's an envelope placed on the well-polished wooden surface, and he watches carefully as his accumulated tab drops. "And for Kaye's as well, lady." He nods, and smiles faintly. "Thank you. And good e'en."

And he heads upstairs for well-deserved sleep.

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir is at the bar with apple slices and a book.

The book is by far taking up most of his attention, though that's not to say he doesn't have some to spare -- both apples and attention.

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[the_antiangst]

It's March, so theoretically it should be warming up outside. The weather seems to have other ideas, but all that really means to Angel is it's a bit longer before going outside will be worth the bother.
So: Angel, couch by fireplace, pizza (with fruit on it), and notebook. Still poking away at that speech business.

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[whitest_witch]

On the roof, not sitting, but standing on the roof swaying with superb balance as it came at full speed round the corner with one wheel in the air was Jadis the Queen of Queens and the Terror of Charn. Her teeth were bared, her eyes shone like fire, and her long hair streamed out behind her like a comet's tail. She was flogging the horse without mercy. Its nostrils were wide and red and its sides were spotted with foam. It galloped madly up to the front door, missing the lamp post by an inch, and then reared up on its hind legs. The hansom crashed into the lamp post and shattered into several pieces. The Witch, with a magnificent jump, had sprung clear just in time and landed on the horse's back. She settled herself astride and leaned forward, whispering things in its ear. They must have been things meant not to quiet it but to madden it. It was on its hind legs again in a moment, and its neigh was like a scream; it was all hoofs and teeth and eyes and tossing mane. Only a splendid rider could have stayed on its back.
THE MAGICIAN'S NEPHEW

Jadis steps through the door from hell, leading an immense horse - well, a horse, but for the horns that swept down from either side of it's skull, and the wild look in it's eyes. It follows her meekly enough, though. and she leads it towards the stables.

(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is sprawled out in front of the fire. She's laying on her stomach reading a book and enjoying the fire's warmth.

Feel free to trip over her, or just bug her in general.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Santino and Thom, after the fact. Millitimed to a few days ago.]

(no subject)

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Brotherly love. Or, um, not.)

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has come in from outdoors, frowning. It's the middle of March. There should be crocuses and such, in her opinion, not more snow.

She asks Bar for ginger ale and a plum, and settles over by the fireplace, feet stretched out toward the hearth in the hopes that her toes will get warm sometime soon.

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

Connor is sitting quietly, sipping at a scotch and paging through a very old book.

(no subject)

[supersymmetry]

And there is a Fred in the bar.

She's looking a little frustrated, and more than a little perplexed. She has no idea that her boyfriend has apparently just walked right out the door without telling her, though she has wondered where he's been for the last day or two. This is understandably contributing to her frustration, though she may also be vaguely frustrated with her own dilemma as she has just taken notice of the sign regarding bar tabs.

"Great." she sighs, half to herself, as she settles down in a chair by the fire. "I'll get right on that."

As soon as she figures out how.

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[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina is lounging in a booth, eating. What is she eating? While it can't be classified as junk food. And it's green. But it isn't anything that grows naturally. She's got tri-colored pasta in front of her, no sauce but some butter. And a cup of coffee.

Feel free to bother the werewolf, she's not bound to bite tonight. Unless asked of course.

(no subject)

[blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com]

Now there's another sign on the board. 'S getting a lot of signage, these days.

This one looks like this:



Yeah, Face hasn't exactly got round to asking anyone to translate his masterpiece of signage into English yet. Not to worry, the Bar'll do that, right? ...

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[simon_doctor]

Simon Tam comes stalking out of the infirmary in a cold fury, and heads in the direction of the --

wait.

A few paces into the room he slows, then comes to a stop. His hands and arms relax from their taut anger, and his eyebrows draw down slowly in bewilderment.

He looks back over his shoulder with an expression that says, as clearly as though he'd spoken aloud: what the tiān xiăodé just happened?

(no subject)

[hellobugbite]

Cold is the first thing he thinks upon waking, cold that shivers its way in through flightsuits and ejector seats and sinks into your very bones-- falling asleep in the cold's not such a bad way to go, really, Klivian, 's better than an Imp's lasers up your tail or just getting old and stupid--

He paws at the light controls by his bed and sits for a moment in his tangle of sheets, then gets up uneasily, moving stiffly towards the 'fresher, pushes the door open--

and there's Milliways, almost as if he'd never left.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard is sitting at the bar, looking thoughtful as he scribbles every so often onto the pad of paper beside him. After a few moments of staring blankly at the paper, he looks up, frowning to himself. While it seems that he might be a little frustrated at the moment, he doesn't look like he would mind company.

(no subject)

[surreally-yours.livejournal.com]

*A lovely young woman in tight pants and a leather bodice walks into the bar again*

And about time.

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[arrakis-witch.livejournal.com]

*She bursts through the door in a wave of movement that comes to an abrupt stop when she realizes where she is*

This isn't right.

*She turns to go back through the door and discovers that it isn't there anymore. Alia Atreides is Bound*

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[tibetanmethod]

Dale Cooper comes in backwards.

And walks backwards to the bar.

And says, cheerfully, "Can I have a cup of coffee, please?"

Talking backwards will have to wait. Baby steps.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Sometime around sunset, as he's working through a plate of lentils and rice and onions, Wells stops and glances down at his watch. With a sigh, he pushes the plate away and gets up to head outside.

No sense postponing the inevitable.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

A note is left at the bar.

( Dr Malcolm Crowe )

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

(in room 31)

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max, Security badge visible, as it rarely is, is curled up in a booth. She's people watching rather intently, and scribbling in her notebook. A big round of applause to anyone who can actually read her writing. There's a good chance even she can't.

Feel free to bother the X5. Or tell her to stop staring.

(no subject)

[elhombrelobo.livejournal.com]

Sim is not a man who's much taken by the moon. As far as he's concerned it's just one more bright object in the sky. Werewolves of his breed don't need some well-lit space rock to transform into animals; they just need the right heritage.

Still, he is in the mood for a run.

So he gets up without making so much as a sound, heads to the door and slips out into the still-chilly air of late winter.

Undresses, kicks his clothes under a bush with a bootless foot, and Changes. And runs. To the lake and to the forest beyond it.



There are things he might give up in his life, like smoking, but running as a wolf is not one of them...

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[flybywash]

After fuel, food, and the beginnings of a baby supply stockpile, there was just about a handful of platinum left over from their last job. Wash ambles in, cane ticking on the floor, and pauses at the Bar to dig around in his pockets.

He comes up with a few coins. They get slapped on the Bar; his tab dips a fair amount -- let the benefits of inflation never go unsung -- as he says, quietly, "I'll get the rest later. Promise. And -- can I have a salad? Just a small one."

Bar provides. He takes a seat, leaning his cane against a free stool, and starts poking at it.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's in a booth, with a textbook that weighs about as much as she does propped up against the table. Part of its title is visible: Economic and Financial Analysis of.