(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Bounce Bounce... a girl with orangish red hair just bounded down the stairs into the bar. She has a dog at her heels and is giggling. Someone please talk to her. *

(no subject)

[future-leader.livejournal.com]

There's a fiercely annoyed-looking John Connor stalking in through the front door, muttering a continuous stream of curses under his breath. After a moment, he looks up, blinking once in surprise. The door never seems to be in the same place twice, for him. The surprise is swiftly replaced by relief, and then suspicion. After a moment, though, he shrugs and wanders towards the Bar to get a soda. May as well take advantage of the place while he's here.

And hey, real food. This is a bonus.

(no subject)

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

[A souls journey, in three parts. Leaving, Shadows, and Endings]

A girl stumbles in. A graceful stumble, she dares never to lose grace. Her large eyes are haunted, and she certainly does not see the Bar she stumbles into. No, she'd been looking for something, anything to end things...

So there is a Tool, lacking the uncanny air about her, the chilling feeling of the soulless...but no less broken.

Note for Kingsley Shacklebolt

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

Shortly after this, there is note left with the bar:

( Kingsley Shacklebolt )

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[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's just sitting on the shore tonight. After last night...perhaps it's best for simple quiet. Recovery even. There's the lingering scent of bloo donce more, but she'll live, the bandaging isn't even that thick across her back.

Come, poke her, she needs to be distracted or she'll start brooding...

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Real Tim, in the bar.

Sitting, in mid air, next to a familiar sign.

"WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I HAVE ANSWERS ASK AWAY."

He needs to do this from time to time.

(no subject)

[bloodandnicotine]

Spike strolls through the front door, muttering to himself. He has... uhm... okay, he has a baseball cap on his head backwards, and his clothing looks a little more ghetto...

"Listen to my words,
Or I'll cut you thrugh the gut,
I'm a demon with the swords
you may mock me, but!"

He pauses, in his, EXTREMLY bad rapping to look around the bar.

"Aw, bollocks."

(no subject)

[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

The door opens, as a Death Eater backs in, wand at the ready. He's in his robes and mask, and it's only when he notices the door out of the corner of his eye, (the real one, not the magic one) does he breathe a sigh of relief and slam the door.

His wand is pocketed as the mask is removed. He appears to be wiping something off of his hands on the robes.

"I would never have thought to be glad to see this place. Quite an easy exit."

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue walks up to the bar and places a note to her sister on her surface.

"Bar can you please deliver this as soon as possible?"

The ( Note for Paige Matthews )

is absorbed.

"Thank you."

She then finds a seat that will give her a good view of the bar and takes a seat with the fantasy book she picked out yesterday.

(no subject)

[pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com]

Nagisa sits a table in the middle of the bar, thinking and reminescing about current events.

Feel free to come by and welcome the new arrival.

(no subject)

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM 1: Return from the Jedi Academy.
OOM 2: Defeating a Friend.
OOM 3: Why do all these giant beasts hate me??]

The door opens and a pretty bloody and just plain hurt Exile stumbles through, clutching at her side. Her lightsaber hangs limply from her fingers and her footsteps are heavy.

She collapses in a booth, her head pounding, taking a deep breath, and trying to muster up the strength to sit there and heal herself. She's shaking too much...but she tries. It works a bit, taking the intense pain off her broken ribs.

Maybe someone should offer a towel or something. To stop that blood from getting everywhere.

(no subject)

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina is in the bar. Though, she's only there long enough to walk from the stairs to the door that leads to the forest. With a small side trip to the bar to pick up breakfast of course. She'd eat inside, but she really wants to be outside. And she doesn't seem to have the patience this morning to hold out at least until after food.

So, one werewolf sitting under a tree with enough food to feed about five people. Though, she really wouldn't object to conversation, should anyone want to come out and join her.

(no subject)

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

OOM: In Gotham, Knox gets results

Hunting......

[golden-acorns.livejournal.com]

A tiny little redhead with empty arms marches into the main bar area and begins looking around for someone.

....you might not want to be who that someone is, but come on and tag Ce'Nedra anyway.

(no subject)

[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

{OOM: Nathan goes on a walk in the night and meets up with a newcomer to the Bar, Alice. There is conversation, gunplay, flirting, and discoveries. (Warnings for adult situations and sexual terms. No actual rocks were harmed in the making of this OOM.)]

(no subject)

[prince-luna.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Ventrue finds out that the Brujah are planning something. He's just not sure what just yet.]

So now there's a vampire that comes back into the bar. Except just not in the form of a vampire but in the form of a white wolf. The white wolf pads over to the where the fire place is and lays down in front of it, green eyes watching the flames. His mind was working a mile a minute after what Sonny had told him. Seemed Eddie was planning something and he had an idea of what exactly that was that Eddie was planning. If you can speak wolf or hear people inside your head then you can bug the Ventrue prince. If you can't do either, well, he'll just have to shift for you so you're talking to an actual being rather than a white wolf.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Here is Felix. He looks like he hasn't shaved in a few days.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"I'm not the visual artist at this table, Mark. I can't design things. You have to tell me how you want it."

"Well, I have no clue what I want, Val."

"Shhhh. Keep your voice down. If you want this to be a secret for now, you can't go yelling it all over the bar."

"Oh, sorry."

Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker and Mark Cohen are at a table, hunched over a notepad with a pile of coloured pencils. You might want to be scared. Or just ask what they're doing.

(no subject)

[zodiacgod.livejournal.com]

Akito is still pacing the bar.

He's found the place quite interesting. As it hasn't been explained to him, the viewing windows have been passed off as a movie - he hasn't seen many, so he figures something like that's possible.

He isn't sure he's fond of the sheer number of idiots people here, but there's certainly an enjoyable lack of people bothering him.

Feel free to change that.

(no subject)

[wereoutofajob.livejournal.com]

Let's just say there was an island, off the coast of Costa Rica. And let's just say that on this island a bunch of people with far too much time on their hands had decided to create "living biological attractions, so astounding-as to capture the imagination of the entire world"

Something wacky. Something crazy and fantastically cool. Like a dragon, or a unicorn.

Or maybe even a dinosaur.

The door opens, revealing a man who's been in the bar a couple of times before. He's got a definite look of amazement on his face, but there's also a bit of acceptance. His world in some way has been-well-explained.

It's too early for alcohol, but it's never too late for coffee as far as Dr. Grant is concerned. He's got a pamphlet on the table, and he's flipping through it with interest. People might recognize the Logo

Then again? They might not.

Palentologist, enjoying the bar atmosphere. Life a bit more righted then it was when you last saw him.

(no subject)

[jackmccoy-da.livejournal.com]

Today has not been an okay day for Jack McCoy. He woke up with a bit of a cold, sneezing and coughing. His bike's broken and he had to take a taxi into work. He would have walked, if not for the sheer amount of paper the man's handling.

And so he pushes open the door to his office, stack upon stack of legal briefs in your hand, and what looks like a few lawbooks as well. He's not usually this disorganized, but his sister's been sick.

Walking forward, Jack sets them on a table and breathes deep before looking up.

Uh oh.

"....Abby?" Jack's peering around.

"....when did they install a cafeteria?"

And why does this cafeteria look so suspiciously like the Blue Point Cafe he visited recently?

(no subject)

[sky-high-max.livejournal.com]

Max is now sitting at an otherwise-empty table, chewing on a straw.

She's clearly got something on her mind as she scoots her empty glass from hand to hand, occasionally gesturing as though drawing in the air.

She could probably use a pen and paper, but she's not desperate enough to ask the bar yet, and this isn't that important anyway.

In other words, feel perfectly free to interrupt.

(no subject)

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

There were nightmares last night, for the first time in a while. Quinn had them pretty regularly back home; he was due. Getting his nightly dose of fire out of the way and ending the subconscious anticipation has done him no appreciable good, though. He just looks more ragged than usual, for all that he's done his best to neaten himself and his clothing up.

Not that the horses are going to object. He's spending the morning in the stables, with Ross's reassuring bulk near to hand, and then heading out to exercise the beast It'll clear his head- he hopes.

Exit a Preston

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

[OOC: The importance of society, the mantle of carrying human civilization is passed to the next generation. Robbie and John Discuss this as Preston reaches a decision. millitimed to a couple of days ago.]

There's a father and a son standing at the door.
Now's the time.


The Father's got a few books, ones that certain bar patrons might recognize. Handing them off to his Son, Preston pats Robbie fondly on the head.

The door is there. It's been there for quite a while, neither of them have wanted to notice it.

Robbie stands firmly, struggling under the weight-but there's never been more happiness on his face-or the face of his father.

Preston opens the door for his son, watching as Robbie emerges into a stone-cold courtyard.

Those who'd look through would see the beginnings of flowers. Some of the stones in the courtyard have been torn away and one can see Gray faced librians working with seeds-tentatively examining the flowers that appear to have sprung up of their own violation.

Preston watches for a few moments before he closes the door behind him, striding off.
He's still got things to do here.

(no subject)

[wizard-kit.livejournal.com]

So, say there's an iPod. An iPod that insists on always playing the same song over and over and over.

And say the song is something annoying like 'Bill Me Up Buttercup.' (Or, if you like that song, the most annoying song you can possibly think of.)

Then you may understand why Kit is sitting at a table fighting with his iPod in the Speech.

"Please. Stop playing that song. Spare me."

(no subject)

[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Martha Adams is checking in again.

She has, through the magic of We Said So Even Without Net Access, been doing so briefly every day.

First to the notice, and then to Bar for a dinner. Things have calmed enough that she can pause for food out of her own world for a time.

(no subject)

[sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com]

And there is Umbrella Corp's bio weapon back in the bar. The meeting with Nathan had been rather... interesting to say the least. You learn new things from new people every day. But for now she's sitting at the bar seemingly quite content with herself. Or perhaps she's just flat out content.

She's merely sitting there drinking a kamikaze and eating a bowl of soup. Her mind kept wandering. Especially when it came to the people that wanted to help her rid her world of Umbrella Corp. It was amazing to hear things like that but at the same time it was her pride that wouldn't allow them to get involved. She'd lost too many people to them already she'd not lose anyone else. It just was not going to happen. Ever again. If she lost herself to Umbrella Corp then that was one thing... but to lose other people simply because they were foolish enough to want to help... no.

Right... maybe a distraction would be in order. Or something would be anyways otherwise she'll probably do the silly thing of going home long before Nathan can modify her weapons.

(no subject)

[aeons-in-flux.livejournal.com]

Don't look up.

Oh, all right.

There's a woman perched in the rafters, one who is wearing just barely enough clothing so as not to break any of the bar rules, though she's quite likely to break all of them at once one of these days. She's toying with a small metal ball that abruptly grows eight metal legs and prances about in her hand, a tiny metal spider that she releases to crawl down a rafter and onto one of the nearby tables.

Maybe it's yours?

the mun is lazy / is it any real surprise / that this is haiku?

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

Scuff and shine and scuff
Boots new made now to look old
--it has to look right.

In other words, Liir is sitting at one of the booths in the back corner with a pair of boots, a cup of coffee, and half of a forgotten sandwich.

(no subject)

[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack is at the bar, a beer in his hand as he reads some old newspaper, from Boston. Hah. He hates this place sometimes.

Come poke him.


[ooc: mun will probably slowtime soon. :D]

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

It's a sad but true fact that there is a limit to the problems that tea can help solve.

Arthur appears to be testing that limit today.

(no subject)

[wizard_howell]

It's as good a time as any to surreptitiously turn the knob above the door to the tiny grey sliver and find oneself at the purported end of the universe. But with the days growing longer, a little bit of anxiety is starting to mount. Howl walks in, doing a calculation for the thousandth time. If one listened carefully, they might hear ten thousandth day, ten thousandth day over and over.

Then again, they might not.

Still, he's here and his face brightens just a bit. No spells today; no charms. At least not any Big Magic.

Unless someone else starts it first. And there's only one other person who conceivably could, and he's still quite sure she doesn't know of this place yet.

(no subject)

[last-human.livejournal.com]

Y'know what's brilliant?

Curry is brilliant.
So're comics.
So's beer.

Guess who's got all three in a booth with him?

Yep.

[OOC: Ack! Threads! and then Real Life descends! Will pick up all tags in the morning! *loves and flees*]

Medea

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Canto VI: Incident in a Rose Garden

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

It's been quiet the past few days in New York City, so Ray's been largely engrossed in research. Most of it's been refreshing his information on certain small-scale psychic phenomena from the classic texts before looking for any new primary sources for ganzfeld studies. He's therefore in a somewhat bookish mood when he enters the Bar, so he'll just be over towards the Window with a pale blue library-bound volume on mental control over brown-fat metabolic processes and a cheeseburger that would make Jim Fixx cry.

(no subject)

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Yes she;s been back to her world even after what's happened with Piper, she figured it was that or have a nervous breakdown and a Charmed One after a nervous breakdown? Probably not a good thing.

She gets the note as she approaches Bar for a Diet Cherry Coke and winces, Prue was going to kill her, fun!

(no subject)

[dragon_twin]

[OOM: Melou takes care of some unfinished business.

Warnings for, um, well let's just say it's not a fun, happy OOM despite Melou being rather pleased with himself.]

(no subject)

[p3-premonitions.livejournal.com]

For the first time in a long time, Phoebe is in the bar, feel free to bug her. She's typing on her laptop and her hair is in braided pigtails, she looks a bit concerned about something, and is trying to take her mind off of it.

(no subject)

[wanderingdaae.livejournal.com]

Christine is in the bar again, looking slightly less entranced than last time. She's sitting quietly by herself, bother her at will.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Three masked malcontents sitting cross-legged, discussing plans for their fort. They're spread out over a fairly large area.

It's possible you're in their way.

(no subject)

[spooky-crimes.livejournal.com]

Bishop is in the bar.. he is walking around just taking it all in.. he'll talk to any one or anything.


[OOC: Noah can read minds let me know soon if you don’t want him to know what your thinking.. and how much he could know about you if you must Ping Mun at AIM: Squeaky4684 or YIM baby_duck484]

(no subject)

[2nd-feanorian.livejournal.com]

There was a brooding elf in the bar, by the fireplace, all on his own. He very quietly played a small, scruffy mouth organ, and intensely watched the patrons of the bar.

He was looking for a certain wizard whom both his mother and Asar-Suti had described to him.



[[OOC: Open to all, but hoping for a) Rabastan Lestrange, for plot reasons, and b) Guildenstern, for carkeys reasons]]

(no subject)

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Isuzu has found out the hard way that trying to power kick a perfectly solid was-adoor-but-is-now-a-wall was not one of her more brilliant ideas.

Her foot hurts like hell and she's slumping into a corner, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sense of being stuck, again.

Wanna be friendly? Good luck, she's in a mood today, no thanks to her mun.

(no subject)

[noble-samurai.livejournal.com]

Jack wanders into the bar, beige colored cloak wrapped tightly around him. He seems a tad battered, having just walked through a sandstorm, but as he removes his wide-brimmed hat, he is smiling. He's glad to be back. The future is the sort of place he needs a break from often.

He makes his way over to a booth and slumps there, ordering the same thing he always has from a passing wait-rat. He appears weary, but happy as he removes his hat and cloak and places them on the seat beside him. Come and bug the samurai, he's always looking for somebody to talk to.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha's in the bar, alternating between reading a book and making notes.

Most people don't find inspiration for their design from fiction.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in the bar.

You might not see her, though. She's Lurking.

Since she's a sensible girl, and hungry, she's got her dinner up in the rafters with her. It's not quite as good at Lurking as she is, because, pizza, the smell wafts. But it tastes good, so she's not gonna complain.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Happy Hour Specials

Return of Beer Night!

50% off all beers, ales and lagers. Some (20th Century Earth) recommendations:

J.W.Dundee Honey Brown Lager
Pacifico Clara
Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout
Stella Artois Pilsner
Boulder Sundance Amber Ale

Eddie chalks up the specials and waits, humming a Johnny Cash song to himself as he wipes down the Bar.

(no subject)

[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

Saionji slinks into the bar to check if there's a response from Antigone in the exchange diary.


There is.



He takes a seat in a booth and begins composing a return draft in a seperate notebook.



It's a slow process.

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

One thing about being married to a good-looking man is that sitting around and watching him work can be a pleasant enough evening's entertainment all on its own.

Susannah's hovering wheelchair is parked at corner table, at prime ogling distance from the Bar. She has iced tea and a book of su doku puzzles she is not working very hard on.

(no subject)

[probability-cat.livejournal.com]

Schrödinger's Cat is at a table (somehow, you missed seeing her in transit). She has a vodka martini sitting on the table and the remains of a meal; she is currently paying close attention to sharpening a sword at the moment.

Odds are she won't swing it at you, unless your name happens to be Schrödinger.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Enter one Doctor Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter. An event that many find unremarkable and a few might find alarming or annoying, depending on their wont. To those few beings who can make the claim to know Hannibal well enough to read him, there is something in his eyes. What it is may be hard to say, but it certainly isn't dust.

He approaches the piano carefully, in a slightly eliptic manner. On arrival, he sits down and slides his fingers slowly over the keys, watching the reflections off the ivories. He takes pleasure in great instruments.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally is curled up on the couch practicing her Italian by reading the newspaper, Il Manifesto. On the floor by the sofa within reach is the English-Italian dictionary and Il Cortegiano, which she had on hand when entering the bar.

The front page of the paper has been thrown down on the floor for people to trample on if they aren't looking. Cally is silently mouthing her way through the editorials; they're much more interesting than the front page, but not as interesting as talking to someone would be.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

There's a certain member of Security sitting over by the fireplace, trying to warm up after a walk outside. Cool and damp; fine for most people, but Jack's still a California boy at heart, and while this might be lovely spring weather for Scotland, he's trying to shake a chill. However, he's in a fairly good mood. This is probably due to the fact that by the converging coincidences of the universe (or just the will of his mun) he hasn't seen a certain sign in the bar.

He's also keeping a lookout for a certain daughter of his. It's her birthday after all. Nothing to worry about though, right? If she hasn't come down soon, he'll go upstairs and look for her.

(no subject)

[adams1776.livejournal.com]

Once again, the city pub has become Milliways for Massachusetts representative John Adams. Unlike last time, though, he's too preoccupied to really care. He just spots an empty seat by the fireplace and pulls a coffee table closer. Unrolling a parchment, he also sets up quill and inkwell and proceeds to start writing.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel's making stuff again. This batch of starting fabric is... somewhat louder than the last.
And while it may be warmer out, Angel's hesitant to take sewing projects outside, so he's taken over a table.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Pale, snarky wizard in the bar, sitting in a quiet booth somewhere. A certain tutor would likely recognize the dagger he had with him at the moment, with scarabs on the hilt. He was currently poring over a book, and occasionally trying different grips with the knife.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

At some point during the night or day, a sign went up in the main bar.

It just reads:

Could friends and family of Kim Bauer, Shelley Winters, Nita Callahan and Trillian Astra please contact Michael Guerin or Ford Prefect as soon as possible?

(no subject)

[g-prewett-twin.livejournal.com]

[oom: Pre-Milliways ]

“What the bloody hell is going on here? What happened to the Leaky Cauldron?”

He needs to find Fabian. Something’s not right.

So, a confused red-haired wizard (you can tell by the robes and wand), possibly related to a certain young witch, has stumbled into Milliways. Someone really should explain things to the man.

(no subject)

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

After much deliberation on her part, Penelope Clearwater is in the bar.

She's seated in a booth with a good view of the door, but also as strategically close to the stairs as she can manage.

Roght now, she is ripping up a paper napkin.

She doesn't appear to notice.

(no subject)

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman was also in the bar, sitting in his favorite spot by the Observation Window. Check out the big puppy eyes of longing on this sad face here.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly decided, earlier today, that the Delicate Flowers needed their own drink. Having had this brainwave, she enlisted the closest Delicate Flower she could find (Puck, as it turned out) and they spent most of the afternoon mixing and tasting various fruity, floral, and strangely colored beverages.

In short, she is drunk. She is also seated at a table with an assortment of brightly colored liquors, flowers, and a notepad that is covered in illegible scrawls. Feel free to talk to her, but she's probably going to make you taste something. Or giggle a lot. Possibly both.

(no subject)

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence is sitting at the bar, sipping at a hot toddy.

And he's got quite an undecided look on his face. Very pondering.

Only one other person knows why.

He is chewing on the end of his pen thoughtfully.

(no subject)

[lightningbaron6.livejournal.com]

There is a Zechs in the bar, curled into a chair and reading a rather lengthy document about heavens only know what. From the look of intense disinterest on his face, he himself might not be entirely sure, either.

There is something slightly off, however, for anyone who's seen him before.

And that is his hair. No, it's still the same length, and the style hasn't changed. What's new is the addition of several purple streaks. Fear not, it was not a conscious decision on his part. Blame Duo Maxwell and his water gun filled with grape juice. Grape juice that is fading with repeated washings, but still isn't gone yet.

Company would be very welcome.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

The Aes Sedai leaves her sealed study once again and glides downstairs into the main bar. As is usual, her demeanor is serene and composed.

As she approaches the Bar for tea, Moiraine catches sight of a sign. Dark eyes narrow sharply as she reads it.

Barely a second later, she is scanning the room for any one of a number of individuals.

(no subject)

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne inna booth. She's making a few adjustments to her cocktail napkin map, in between sips of a Bloody Mary.

She's also singing to herself. If it's bothering you, you could ask her to stop. No guarantees that she will, though.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce sits at a booth, reading a magazine on variable flow intensities of stellar energy wave equations.

Hey! He's a science geek, what do you expect?

(no subject)

[snapcrackleburn.livejournal.com]

Roy is sitting in a booth, looking vaguely contemplative. His meditations are supposed to be aided by a scotch on the rocks.

What he has, however, is a scotch and water, because he's been sitting there for so long without touching it that the ice has given up and melted.

It would be safe to guess that he's reflecting upon his conversation with Steph from the previous night.

After all, that's something that bears rumination.

It's also safe to say that an interruption wouldn't necessarily be looked unfavourably upon.

Two for one sale! Tonight only!

[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

Doyle is lounging on a couch by the fire. And, since by lounge we mean taking up the full couch, he's barefoot. He's listening to the bar, not watching it. The shadows around him are also flickering, as he's still testing out his new powers.



Over in a booth far from the couch, sits Aubrey. He's watching people like they're food. Which, since he's a vampire, is very true in his eyes. He has a glass of alcohol in front of him though he's not sure what it is. He didn't ask for something specific, and doesn't really care either.

Tag either, they are both up for company.

(no subject)

[countofserenno.livejournal.com]

Dooku is in the Bar, and he looks slightly annoyed, having just walked in from a meditation session. Maybe it's the weather. Anyhow, he's in the bar, ordering dinner, and in a decidedly good position to be interrupted. Any takers?

(no subject)

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine is, for once, not looking scruffy. His hair is gleaming and neatly held back by a chocolate satin ribbon, and his shirt and breeches have been well chosen in shades of gold and bronze. His boots are well-polished, warm deep brown leather.

He has his ubiquitous glass of wine, and is sunk deep into a soft armchair with a book. He frows every now and then and looks up, lips moving slightly. He's having a litle difficulty with these phrases and spellings, but he's persevering.

He wants to know what will happen to Anne, George, Dick and Julian next.

(no subject)

[alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com]

Phil waltzes into the bar with a grin on her face, which is really nothing out of the ordinary, is it now.

She gracelessly collapses herself into a chair and orders tea from a passing waitrat. Tea having been procured, she looks around for friends, or perhaps new acquaintances.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

OOM: After finding out her mother and Nita are gone and taking care of a friend's child, Angela considers her role in all this.

(no subject)

[deptfordmouse.livejournal.com]

Audrey Scuttle, the Starwife, the Handmaiden of Orion, Blessed of the Green, scourge of heathen gods and fools alike, is currently dancing tippy-toes across the top of the Bar, with a broad smile on her face and an acorn-cup of berrybrew in her hand.

... it's probably a good idea to mention that Audrey is a mouse.

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[noattachments]

There's nothing like a good salad for dinner. Which would explain the one in front of Kate as she flips through a newspaper, occassionaly sipping at a glass at lemonade.

Short and sweet entrance post tonight.

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[virii-twins.livejournal.com]

The twins, in ghost-form, filtered in through the observation window, going solid moments later, sitting across from each other at one of the small tables, both panting slightly. They hadn't been sparring, not exactly, and they likely had no idea how long they'd been gone, out chasing the end of the universe around in circles.

Of course, there was also the question of whether they'd done it on purpose, or if it hadn't been entirely planned. Feel free to ask them where they've been, if you know them of course, or ask who they are if you don't. Just don't expect many coherent, nor informative, answers.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive was sitting in front of the fire, kneees drawn to his chest, chin resting on them, entirely wrapped in the quilt that Sally had given him for christmas.

He'd had another one of the white dreams, this time he was sure he'd heard Gypsy singing and that more than anything made him homesick all over again. He'd gone out in the rain for a little while, just long enough to get damp, but not drenched. And then he'd come inside to settle in front of the fire with a mug of cocoa, which was sitting on the floor beside him at the moment.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes....
Here beneath the blue suburban skys...
She's also in the bar, in a booth, reading a book and drinking a glass of coke. *

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[pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com]

There is a sleeping teenager in the bench of one of the booths. She's got one hand resting over her stomach as she lays sprawled out as much as she can in the booth, snoring.

Someone wanna pop by and wake her up?

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[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

The morning after. And wow, Jimmy actually slept. He found a couch somewhere and crashed out on it, not moving once. That's what happens when you've forced your body to stay awake for almost four days.

He's awake now though, staring blearily around and wondering why his hallucination is still happening. He's more inclined to believe it's real than he was last night but that doesn't help with the pertinent questions in his head, which run something like -

a)where am I?
b) what time is it? and
c) am I likely to get arrested for sparking up a breakfast spliff?

This is a normal way for him to start the day. But if you can answer any of the above questions - or even if you can't - he'll be happy to talk to you.

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Samantha takes Jaina shopping. Rated S for stubborn girls, RA for random angst, and W for weird looks. Of course, G for General Fun too! :D]

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[it_has_teeth]

Out in the lake a shark is circling, fin white and gleaming in the moonlight.

It is a pity the water is not warm enough for swimming, yet.

Ed is generally appreciative of company.

As it is he merely swims, body slicing through the water, silent and sure.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Ever notice how some people seem to be able to give the impression of bristling despite not being of a furry persuasion? There's just a certain air about them that substitutes for genuinely raised hackles and flattened ears.

That's the impression Quinn gives just now. He's obtained a large notebook from the Bar along with a fountain pen and ink. He's snagged himself a good table in a well-lighted part of the Bar, and he's started writing- and drawing. Quite a lot of both, really. His handwriting is absolutely meticulous, the mark of years of practise with a pen of that nature, and as for the drawing those have the clean and simple lines of a draftsman's handiwork.

Most of the visible ones appear to be sketches, from various angles and at varying distances, of dragons.

[SIMON COLE POST]

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

He wanders down the steps as if he's confused as to where he might be, as to what he's doing there. He moves less fluidly than normal, his steps those of a more bulky man than he actually is and his gaze is a great deal more actively searching than he usually is. There's always a haze of laziness around Darien Fawkes, but it's completely gone at the moment. A few tentative steps before he comes to the bar and looks around for a bartender.

It's almost like he's a totally different person.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

There's a weary-looking Max in the bar tonight, in her usual booth, with her usual cup of coffee. She's bent over what appears to be maps and blueprints of an industrial complex, making notes in what is either terrible handwriting or some obscure code. She doesn't seem to be paying much attention to what's going on around her.

Care to test that theory?

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[capt_angie]

The door is pushed open and a tired witch steps into the bar, her head down, shoulders slouched. It's been a long day and this weather... it's really not helping. There's no wind, no rain, just an oppressive fog that chills the bones and clings to everything.

She looks up and tucks her long hair behind her ears, glancing around for a place to sit. She spots a place by the fire and heads over, and she all but flops into the comfortable chair. A helpfull waitrat brings her mug of foaming Butterbeer and she orders a nice big piece of chocolate cake, which the rat provides in a few short minutes.

Come say hi maybe?