(no subject)

[into-inferno.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a tall man stands there for a moment, silhoutted against a blindingly bright light on the other side. The door shuts behind him as he takes a step forward, eyes squeezed almost shut, likely in reaction to that same light. There's smoke curling up from his red duster, which appears to have been burned in several places. His hands curl tightly around twin guns, both of which are up, but not aimed at anyone in particular. These, along with the large sword strapped to his back, are his only obvious weapons. They're enough.

It's the change in sound that registers first. The murmer of conversation, the scrape of chairs along the floor, the clink of glasses. Laughter. Dante's eyes snap fully open, and he blinks briefly to dispell both the dancing afterimages and the thin trickle of blood that oozes sluggishly from a shallow cut on his forehead. Those eyes widen briefly. Whatever he might have expected to find, wherever he might have expected to be, Milliways doesn't fit. It doesn't even come close.

"What the...?"

He tenses slightly, half-expecting some sort of trick. His grip tightens slightly around the guns, the reflex slight and almost convulsive. If someone would explain the situation to the bewildered devil hunter, it would likely be appreciated.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

The rafters are nice and shadowy, offering plenty of possible places to Lurk and Brood. Lurking, Brooding, or both is a very tempting proposition when you're feeling ... well, feeling like having a good Battish Brood.

Steph, however, is sitting at a brightly-lit table in the middle of the bar, with a mug of hot chocolate, fluffy slippers, and an air of defiance. Have at.

And now he's back from inner space.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a tall man with absurd hair walks in. He looks around, and smiles. It is, in fact, a rather interesting smile, because it's on a face well-suited to dour looks and piercing gazes. "Ah," he says quietly, "I had been wondering." The door closes behind him, and he turns around, raising an eyebrow. There is a brief rap at the door, as if to assure himself of its reality, and then walks over to the Bar.

"I apologize profusely. Please, accept this." A brick of a dull-white metal is placed on the Bar gently, and hopefully the ten-pound bar of manganese is accepted towards his tab. He also lays down a credit card. "Heretofore, or if that is not acceptable, please debit from this account forthwith. I will sign whatever is required."

That requirement accomplished, Egon obtains a glass of Ray's Drink, and moves to sit down. he doesn't realize he's got no chance of meeting Ray tonight, but who knows who else might drop by?

(no subject)

[treading_dawn]

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

Dark Hours...

[majereblack.livejournal.com]

For dark mages; Raistlin Majere comes downstairs, amused at some thing.

Even before he reaches the bar, there is a cup of hot tea and a small bowl of salad. A murmured thanks and a few irons, and he settles in a booth by the Observation Window.

One can almost make out an hourglass constellation, beyond the dying stars.

He seems thoughtful; rarely does he seem approachable, but that should hardly stop the daring or the adventurous.

(no subject)

[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

There's a boy on that sofa right there. He's lying full-length along it and his head is hanging off one end - there's also a guitar lying on top of him, though he's making no move to play it. It's possible he's asleep, or maybe he just thinks it's comfortable. Either way, feel free to poke him or knock his head as you go by. He won't mind.

"Suit of Swords"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[Not Entirely OOM: Look, we made a plot! It has a name and everything! (as of just now!) And here are the events so far:

It actually started with this eight months ago -- a dream, "Ascension of Swords," character development blah blah, you don't have to read this but I pimp it because I wrote the whole damn thing out by hand originally and that gives me bragging rights because it's over 10 pages typed. Warning for symbolic violence.

Fast forward to now.

Ruin arrives, and is mistaken for Gorlim by Eilinel.

Eilinel informs her husband of this curious shift of events. Gorlim, not-so-wisely, doesn't seem to think much of it.

Until Ruin shows up. It's love and hate at first sight. They strike a bargain. A very DANGEROUS bargain. Warning for sexual innuendo and a whole friggin' lot of Constantine Maroulis.

Ruin has a chat with his siblings, who do not approve. Do NOT approve.

Gorlim, meanwhile, goes to find Namo to inform him of this little agreement, and of his double's arrival. Namo has a brilliant idea. Warning for smoochin'.

Alas, their little scene is broken up by the arrival of Ruin, who comes to claim his end of the bargain. Warning for kinky sex of questionable consent, violence, redtext, dramatic irony, and general twistedness. No, really. Don't read this thread unless you have a strong stomach.

Afterwards, Gorlim returns to Namo's room. Namo cleans him up and puts him to sleep. And hey, look, we're not just arbitrarily breaking puppets here, but you get to read it to find out why. Warning for schmoop, poetical character development, and more smoochin'.

And, of course, not tired of wreaking havoc yet, Ruin goes to visit Rabastan Lestrange [still in progress, no applicable warnings yet], who is not aware of Ruin's presence, and suffering the aftereffects of an unfortunate revelation.

And so we leave our heroes with a splitscreen a la 24: Eilinel sleeping peacefully, unaware of her husband's bargain; Gorlim dead to the world in Namo's arms; and Rabastan unaware of his peril. Strength and Wheel are probably off whinging about their sibling and Moon is probably off her head someplace. More on them later.

Tune in next week for another stirring episode of "Wow, the muns of these puppets are really fucked-up." Thank you and good night!]

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[futures_of_ash]

There's a Rachel in the bar this morning, rubbing her forehead in annoyance and with flame flickering through her hair. She'd slept...

...that was the problem.

Nightmares.

She was growing far closer to trying the flower Archie had given her for good dreams. For now though, she's down in Bar, hands cradled around a cup of coffee.

(no subject)

[tragic_mask]

Mel is relaxing in a booth, eyes half-closed and cigarette in hand.

At least, it appears that way.

But every two minutes she looks up, at the blank wall that used to be a door when she came in through it. Glares at it (like that'll accomplish anything)- only for a second. Then she goes back to her smoke.

Mel is not in a good mood today. But is she ever?

(no subject)

[feintsoncue.livejournal.com]

After the excitement of yesterday, Walter's back to being Walter. Sweeping the floor of the bar like he didn't fight off an Opera Ghost yesterday. Just busying himself around at being Walter.

Until he stops in the middle of the floor and stares. At the door.

Quietly, unobtrusively, Walter stumbles over to the kitchen and returns his broom. Then he makes his faltering way to the front door, and slips out.

His Mum needs him. The Opera House needs him.

The show must go on.

fin

...Monkey plush things.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

In honor of the Krazy mun getting Kanon in her Kooky Easter Basket (it doesn't work so well) Carl appears! He's got a few rather large parcels.

"Hey ah-" He smiles, "Bar...person-thing?"

He grins, "...Can you make sure these get to their respective-ah-recipiants? I've got my Mother-in-law coming for dinner and um-"

The bar oblidges.

( To Mark Cohen )

( To Jack Driscoll )

This last part, Carl's a little nervous about. He's got a Massive Basket of these. The same sort of gifts he's just deposited for his friends.

Carl sets up a sign.

MONKEY STUFFED ANIMALS
Fun for the kids and Family, compliments of RKO pictures circa 1933. Feel free to take one. (one per customer please! so there's enough for everyone!) I only ask that you seek me-Carl denham-out to tell me what you think of our latest marketing strategy. I'll be around all week.

Also! Be sure to look for KONG. The Eighth wonder of the world. Coming soon.


Once these are deposited Carl turns around. With the look of a man going to his execution he stalks through the door. Before it closes, those close to carl might hear a "CARL YOU IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING BACK EGGS!"

[Please to be seeing backroom post? X3. Just a crackplot idea I had]

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

Mace Windu. After a very productive morning at the House of Arch, and a very productive rest of morning with his other students by the lake, the Jedi Master is sitting in a booth, sipping tea, and pondering lunch.

He seems extra approachable today. Almost in what other people would call 'a good mood'.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[ooc: After the lemon thread of DOOM (slowtimed). I'll be on and off all day, doing Easter-y things, but will get back to all tags.]

Mal is at a booth, doing Very Important Things.

Sort of.

Anyway, she's wearing goggles and gloves, and is very carefully dissecting a lemon. Assorted other citrus fruits, wires, and various tools lie around her, speading over seats and the floor.

Come disturb the mastermind at work?

(no subject)

[asphodelusalbus.livejournal.com]

The Leaky Cauldron has changed a lot over the years, of course, and with the war and everything it's been quite a while since Lily's been here. But surely, not this much?

She hesitates just inside the door, feeling in her sleeve for her wand, and stares at the room with wide green eyes.

"...James? Sirius? Is this another prank?"

On the notice board

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

For Nerdanel, Námo, Maglor, Gorlim, Eilinel, Gil, Guppy, Shufti, Rabastan, Strahan (plus potential kiddies & kitties):


The weather is wonderful!!

Our Easter family breakfast is outside!

- Asar-Suti



[[OOC: On the post on AS's journal, usual party post rules apply - including automatical slowtime so everybody invited can tag in. Enjoy!]]

(no subject)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

It's Easter, so Molly's eating chocolate for lunch.

What? Any excuse for chocolate is a good one!

Want to join her? She'll share!

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

The girl sitting at the Bar today looks quite a bit different from the one that walked through the door a year ago. For her, it's been more than six-- she's been through another war, almost thrown out of the Jedi Order, bitten by a Hellfly, been a bridesmaid in two weddings, met more Earth people than she can even count, and somehow ended up with her dead boyfriend's sister's childhood crush. Outwardly, her face is thinner and her scars are hidden by the fringe of too-long blonde hair she really ought to get cut and a Security badge is pinned to her jumpsuit.

And here she is, sipping at a milkshake, flipping idly though a comic book written in English and thinking about home.

Happy Milliversary, Tahiri.



[ooc: mun is writing a paper, so replies may be slow but she'll be here all day.]

(no subject)

[red-blossom.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar open to a redhead talking on a cell phone with a smile. "Oh, come on, Girl, you know that..." She stops and blinks, just holding the cell phone to her ear, mouth gaping open. She then smiles and clicks the cell phone shut, swinging a foot back to lightly shut the door behind her.

With a pass, she walks through the bar, hips swaying softly, and slips to sit at the bar, crossing her legs with a smile, leaning on the bar top lightly. "One iced tea, please, Lady Bar..." She is more than happy to be back here after the years in her time...And, she hoped to meet someone very important to her here.

Could that be you?

(no subject)

[p3-premonitions.livejournal.com]

Phoebe's in the bar, thumbing through a teen mag. She's still seventeen, bother her at will.

(no subject)

[by-matchlight.livejournal.com]

Lærke is trying to sit daintily in a chair. However, this is difficult when one's feet do not touch the floor. So instead there is squirming and sighing, twisting and kneeling on the chair, flopping back down, and looking just generally bored and restless as she watches the Bar crowd.
This is one little girl who never heard of getting candies on Easter. Who wants to be the first to break it to her?

(no subject)

[shortofcrazy]

When the door opens to Milliways instead of to the busy street, it's been a little while since Riley's been in. He smiles in relief and makes his way to a booth, where he sets his messenger bag on the table, doesn't bother to take off his jacket, drops down, and lets the side of his face go thunk on the tabletop. Long day at work staring at a computer screen? Eye-hurting. The program you've been trying to run for nearly a month turning out to have a bug? Incredibly frustrating. The chance to take a nap before starting the commute home? Priceless.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

"Cat, just stop tugging at it, that's how it's supposed to fit. Really."

If anyone was near enough the door they'd probably hear this before the pair emerged, both wearing ears and little cotton tails, carrying baskets of goodies.

If you want to catch them before they wander off to spread the sugary joy, now'd be the time to do it.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in the rafters, but not hiding in them. She's braced herself between two, feet on one and hands on the other, holding herself horizontal and watching people pass below her. Bar's busy today.

(no subject)

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

Easter...how quaint. Another holiday completely twisted by folklore and marketing techniques. Peter Cottontall is coming down the bunny trail and he's bringing tons of sugar-packed candy as well. I'm a bit of an atheist myself, but that might just be the years of pent-up frustration caused by way too many lectures from my mother about "God". Anyways, let's just say the church doesn't consider short leather skirts as formal attire, so therefore I stayed home this morning. I slept late, made breakfast, said a general prayer, and let it be.

Then, the bathroom door put me here. Sitting at the bar, irish coffee at my side. Whiskey is good for mornings and the coffee is alright too. Unfortunately, not dressed in the usual. Caught me in my pajamas this time, boxer shorts and a white tank top. Well, it's comfortable enough.

(no subject)

[pig-transcends.livejournal.com]

A Pig manifests on one of the larger barstools. "Hefeweizen with a slice of lemon, please? And a straw. Thank you, Bar." He slurps loudly and contentedly from his beer, unconcerned by the way reality seems to ripple around him.

(no subject)

[argentine-rose.livejournal.com]

It’s not Easter in Eva’s chunk of South America, but she’s not refusing the Easter candies the bar indulges her with.

Yes, she probably should be looking after her figure. She’s going to be an actress some day, after all.

But she’s also still a girl. And sometimes, a girl’s just gotta dive in the chocolate pool.

[ ooc: and mun's gotta lay down. tag now, will pick up later! :) ]

entrance post, why not?

[chiss-captive.livejournal.com]

It seems to be a recurring theme that Milliways, when it pops up in a Galaxy Far, Far Away, tends to be in the 'fresher.

This trend does not seem to be letting up, and man, those 'freshers are vicious.

Wynssa Fel isn't even really paying attention as she pushes the door open, intent on trying to find a hairbrush.

And finding a bar.

Well.

That's new.

"... Jagged?"

(no subject)

[wizard_howell]

Closing the door behind him, Howl looks round the room: from rafters to tables to booths to the bar itself.

She's not here -- again -- and he's satisfied. He can smell her magic leagues away and she's not here. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hears a voice saying something about the Witch and the back door to this place, but he lets it go. There's such a haze of cider circling round it in his memory that he thinks it's best forgot about after all. Taking a seat in the middle of things, he taps his fingers on the wooden surface and waits.

Trouble is usually very good at finding him. And if by some stroke of luck it doesn't, he'll seek it out in his own way.

(no subject)

[almost-arabian.livejournal.com]

Lawrence of Arabia sitting at the bar.

Prodding a chocolate bunny rabbit with some curiousity. It's not that he doesn't have Easter at home, but ... well, he doesn't practice it and he's not seen one of the things since he was young. Easter treats in the early 1900s are surely not the same, at any rate.

Feel free to bother the man poking chocolate.

(no subject)

[sister-lucy.livejournal.com]

Lucy is in the bar today.

Well, of course she is.

She's sitting at a table, swirling a fruity, parasolled drink and possibly smirking to herself. Just a little.

Medea

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Canto VII: The Dark Dominion

Movement Two: A Flash of Lightning

[OOC: Warning for... less objectionable material than usual, but still dark psychological themes, violent themes, mild implied sexual themes, and general creepiness, doom, and woe.]

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Grissom comes in through the front door, faint amusement on his face.

Seriously, Griss. I'm bored. Give me a cold case, a new one, something to do here.

He takes a seat near the Bar, glancing around. Today would be an ideal time for him to bring Sara visitors.

[ooc: If your pup knows Sara and wants a trip to Vegas, by all means, tag in.]

(no subject)

[wereoutofajob.livejournal.com]

Alan Grant, is taking it easy.

Formulating plans. The kids on his mind but-well with there being no door what else can he do?
So he's got a beer. Doing his best not to get drunk.

It's not Easter in his world but what the hell? He'll celebrate it anyway.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's at a table, alternately attempting to screen film by holding it up to the light, and filming. Beside him, is a steaming dish of food, which he is, every so often taking a bite of. Gotta love friends' wives.

Stop by. He might film you, or even show you film of yourself.

Multi-pup post

[shufti]

Over in a booth by the fire, a tired looking Shufti is sitting playing with the baby.
Jack seems to be thoroughly enjoying this game of 'Where's my nose?' He laughs and gurgles, making her smile.


_________________________________________________________________

Guppy is sitting at the bar, reading the newspaper.
He may have forgotton that he is wearing a pair of pink and white striped slipper socks.

(no subject)

[first-horseman.livejournal.com]

Easter's one of the few holidays he does care about, if for very different reasons than most people who remember the day.
Still, it's a good excuse to drink hard and perhaps forget a few things. Meet some new faces.
So Pestilence-call-me-Adan-if-you're-a-stranger sits near a window, a mostly empty glass in his hands. Quiet, watching. No, he does not brood, thank you.
Go on, poke at him. He won't bite unless asked nicely.

(no subject)

[abs-denham.livejournal.com]

*mun kicks LJ to make it work*

Abs is at the bar, drinking tea and looking out for people he knows.

[ooc: Please see back room post here because the html won't work before tagging. http://community.livejournal.com/ways_back_room/2124363.html ]

(no subject)

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo's once more wandered into the bar, and is situated in a little booth out of the way. Shinigami uniform, check, huge sword on the table (in its sheathe), as check. He's looking around in a bored sort of way, his annoyance from the previous day forgotten now.

One Death God, looking bored, sipping a chocolate milkshake now and then.

Out of Milliways

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

>> April 16th, 2006: A Tale of Two Horses

[OOM: Earlier today, Goldy decides to take a first look around the stables. She happens on Jadis and gives her a hand spoiling Warglut. She also comes up with a solution to the witch's boredom. Later, once again proving that you can lead a horse to water but can't make it drink, she accompanies Alanna and Mithros on a walk. She finds out that Knight and Antichrist are hand-fasted (only 4 months late) and they agree on a solution to Adam's mothering.]

(no subject)

[ten_of_swords]

He's lounging on a sofa, smug and content.

The Gorlim look-a-like has had a good few days.

Munching on some grapes, his feet tapping the air to his own mental beat, Ruin is the epitomy of relaxed contentment.

(no subject)

[jusa-littlelion.livejournal.com]

It wouldn't be a complete holiday without someone who's never experienced a holiday (or has a skewed impression of it)

Robbie's gotten a blanket and found an out of way booth in the darkness of the bar, reassured by his encounter with Aslan, Robbie's feeling safe.

Until he wakes up and sees bar.

"....Oh-boy-"

There seems to be bright colors, lots of flowers-

Robbie, welcome to your first holiday at Milliways.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, resting his head in his hand. He appears to be nodding off. This may have something to do with the fact that he, like his mun, didn't actually sleep during the night.

He's facing the door, though his eyes don't seem particularly focused on anything. Looking carefully, some may notice him sniffing at the air fairly consistently, though.

Fortunately, the Bar knew better than to try to force any silly Easter candy on him. There's a glass of tea, but it cold by now.

BARTENDING!

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Ce'Nedra and Geran are already at home, having gone through the other day, but Garion had stayed (since he would, to all perceptions, walk out only a fraction of an instant after them no matter how long he stayed) in order to do his shift. It was always a tricky thing, going in and out considering how things could go with time, and it wasn't that long and thus, there he was.
Drinks
Easter Bunny
White Rabbit
Egg-Cream
Chocolate Buzz
That being said, there is no actual bunny on the counter (though that is always a possibility) and the Rivan King looks cheerful and pleasant, if a little tired, and happy to serve.

"Drinks anyone?"

(no subject)

[tachikomachan.livejournal.com]

Giant blue metalic spider sitting motionless in a corner of the bar.

But for how long?

(no subject)

[sky-high-max.livejournal.com]

Max puts up a flyer on the bulliten board.

Seeking flying beings for broomless Quidditch!
Requirements: Must have means of flying for a long period of time, either naturally or via magic. Must also have some means with which to carry and throw a ball.
Practices start ASAP - Game dates TBA
Any questions please contact Maximum or Duo Maxwell.

There are twelve numbered lines on the paper.

Feel free to sign up or ask questions.

[ooc: Mun will be slowtiming on questions.]

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal, back again, with a baby in a sling across her front.

Trying to figure out how to feed him from a bottle.

Without cursing.

So, have at.

Multi-Pup Post

[callmedavid.livejournal.com]

There are two 24 pups in the bar.

Sitting in some corner, right at the bar, is one Ryan Chappelle. He has a scotch and a cigarette and book, but he's not reading it. Instead he just staring off into space.

And the other, the one who just walked back into the bar and has that surprised look on his face, that's David Palmer. Judging by the suit this isn't where he expected to be but he doesn't mind too much.

(no subject)

[monk-with-mask.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Some people are just ungrateful.]

The door swings open, and a somewhat odd looking man with a smiling, fox-eyed mask enters, stopping and peering around the bar as the door closes behind him.

"I didn't know the Emperor had his own tavern, no da," A moment's thought later. "The Emperor doesn't have his own tavern, no da. What's going on?"

(no subject)

[treadingturds.livejournal.com]

Jocasta is in the bar sporting a rosy cheeked glow that speaks of being out exrcising in the spring air since dawn.

Now, though, roast pork with all the trimmings at a table near the middle of the bar. Nice.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

[OOC: After this, a ( note is left with the bar for Moiraine Sedai. )

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

It might be random, it might be crack, but it's happening. Randomly, Mark jumps up on a table, and starts to sing, loudly, and with accompanying dance. Millways Bar, he's doing it again.

( What's the time? )

Feel free to laugh or stare. Or both.

(no subject)

[blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com]

Face wanders into the bar, looking cheerful, well-rested, and evil. He is innocent of all conspiracies. Totally. Would you suspect a face like this of harbouring secret plans?

He heads over to the Bar, produces a flimsy from his pocket, and holds a short one-way conversation with Bar. When he turns around, he's holding a bigger sign, in English and Aurebesh, which he proceeds to pin on the notice-board.

ATTENTION PILOTS.
PLEASE TALK TO

FACE LORAN

THIS IS IMPORTANT.


That's all it says. He wanders over to a table in full view and settles down with a mug of caf, stretching his legs out in front of him. Blocking the pathway, but who's that gonna bother?

(no subject)

[fatherw.livejournal.com]

There is one slightly burnt Arthur in bar.

Okay, not really burnt, but his hair is smoking and standing on end. You see, there was this nifty electrical torch on the stand next to his bed, and he just had to see how it worked. And when he bulled the cord from the wall, it turned off. He tried pulling it again to turn it back on, but nothing happened.

Obviously a problem with the wall then, yes? Well, arthur, being an inquisitve young man, he took the fork he'd been eating lunch with, to try and figure out what was wronf inside the wall.

Hence the hair and smell of ozone surrounding him, and his angry muttering.

(no subject)

[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

(OOM: One thing left to do.)

The front door opens, slowly, as the muzzle of a questing horse pushes it from the outside. It pauses, momentarily, startled by the lights and sound inside, but there is also the smell of water and food, and those are things that attract a horse that has been on the trail for hours. As it clops its way further inside, it is clear this is no free-ranging horse. It is fully tacked, and sitting slumped in the saddle is a man.

A man that takes a little longer than he's wont to notice his surroundings. His clothing is a bit worn, but obviously well-cared-for and of good quality - dark pants tightened with a wide black leather belt, tall black boots, a fine brown linen shirt and a dark coat to match the pants, his black wide-brimmed hat pulled low to shade his eyes.

Most noticeable of all, however, is the gun still strapped in its holster, waiting use. That, and the slowly spreading dark stain growing fan-like just above his belt-buckle.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's in the bar with coffee, a pair of bunny ears Indy'd given her perched on her head, a small basket full of Easter candy that she's occasionally nibbling on, and a few marshmallow peeps. The marshmallow peeps are not getting eaten so much as molded into smushy imitations of some of her favorite bits from the pop-up Kama Sutra.

She thinks this should become a new Easter tradition. Really. Just ask her.

(no subject)

[ten-feet-below.livejournal.com]

It's a well-known fact: anything can happen in the woods.

Which is why the Prince who steps through the door doesn't look so very surprised to find himself inside, despite the fact that a few seconds ago he'd been striding through the woods without a building in sight.

"A tavern!" he exclaims, unnecessarily, and strides inside, looking around with some satisfaction.

(no subject)

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

It would take a lot of discussion and consideration to turn up anyone who could tell you the last time Easter was actually celebrated in Quinn's world. The Bar, of course, is unfazed by this fact, and adds an old but serviceable Sony Walkman to his dinner order- along with a cassette tape that he very nearly drops. Fingers trembling just a little, he manages to pop the tape in, pull on the earphones, and press 'play'. Moments later, the sound starts.

Judging by the look of absolutely, utterly enraptured attention on his face, you're going to have to shake him physically to get him to notice you tonight.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Here's a boy you haven't seen around for a while. He's lying on his back on a couch, pedalling his feet aimlessly in the air and reading a letter.

There's been a sad lack of Mercutio in your life, hasn't there? Uh-huh. Of course there has. And now his mun is no longer freezing in a field, he's here! With a new earring! He wants you to talk to him. Come on.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the Bar in a long, long time.


.... well, no. That's not entirely correct. Quite a few people here would be willing to say he's been in the bar recently, but they'd only be partly right. After all, the Ray Stantz who was here last was a little taller than that, and a little less pudgy (not a lot, just a little), and he didn't blink nearly so much at his surroundings. And he sure wasn't a redhead.

"Oh," says Ray as the door closes behind him. "This place again. Cool, it worked!"

And he grins and trots over to the Bar, blissfully oblivious to the fact that he's still in uniform and has his goggles pushed up on his head.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

H'es pacing, back and forth, his boots click clacking aginst the wood , gloved hands held behind his back. His cape flutters with his movement, mysteriously.

It helps him, really, to try and figure all this out. Bloody creations.

Hellspawn, have at.

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[tibetanmethod]

[Out of Milliways and into Twin Peaks:

After Harry and Cooper meet Moiraine (still vaguely slowtimed), they go their separate ways. Cooper returns to the Great Northern, where there's a gift waiting for him from Windom Earle. As gifts go, it sucks. Cooper takes it to Harry Truman early the next morning, and they settle in for a hard day's work.

While Harry deals with Hank Jennings and his insinuations about Josie Packard, Cooper receives preliminary evidence that says that those insinuations are truth, and goes out to talk to Josie himself, on Harry's behalf.

There's more work to do, though. They have to figure out how to respond to Windom Earle, and while Pete Martell helps them do that, Albert Rosenfield delivers the nail in Josie Packard's coffin to Cooper, who tells Albert that he'll tell Harry himself. Harry's a smart man, though, and he doesn't really need to be told.

Harry spends the evening driving around, and finally heads to the Packard residence to get some answers. Catherine Martell gives them to Harry, and then calls Cooper, who makes his move.

Which winds up with Josie dead in Harry's arms, and a waking vision or two for Cooper.

The next few days are predictably dreadful. Harry is ensconced at the Bookhouse with a bottle of whiskey, and Cooper and Deputy Hawk are running the department between them. Harry isn't particularly inclined to listen to reason, and there's other work for Cooper to do, anyhow -- more information about Windom Earle and the White and Black Lodges. A bad day means he gives himself an especially nice present. Only he doesn't really give it to himself, as there's a new waitress at the Double R. One with eyes from the good dreams. The word here is 'smitten'.

Which of course means that there are further problems at the Bookhouse with Harry, who's gone just a little berserk, complete with gun. Cooper talks him down, Harry passes out, and Hawk and Cooper leave Harry for the night under the watchful eye of one of the Bookhouse Boys.

Who promptly gets pistol-whipped by Thomas Eckhardt's secretary so that she can make an attempt on Harry's life.

Twin Peaks is a town full of secrets, and the outside world isn't helping.]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*The bar is a good place to sulk, although Thom won't admit that he's sulking.

However, a drink wouldn't go amiss.*

Multi-pup post

[capt_angie]

Angelina is in her usual spot by the fire with hot chocolate. She's wearing a pale blue blouse and a darker blue a-line knee length skirt. Anyone who knows her should know that skirts and Angie do not mix.

Also by the fire is Helga. She has her sewing out and is unpicking a row of stitches so she can lower the hem on a set of small yellow robes.

Finally, we have Drusilla, who is walking out by the lake with Miss Edith.

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[not-death-eater.livejournal.com]

Git, in the back corner, in his normal robes. He's got a pile of books on the table in front of him, along with a cup of tea, and his wand. Strike that. The wand is firmly clenched in his hand. He doesn't want any long toothed miscreant making off with it. Again.

The title of the book he's currently reading? 'The Binding and commanding of Spirits'


...Oops?

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[blue_ajah]

As she glides down the stairs into the bar, Moiraine unobtrusively scans the room in order to assess who is present and what possible dangers there may be. Whatever she thinks of what she observes is not immediately apparent, save that she continues across the floor to the bar.

Soon after, she is seated again at in the corner booth. The book before her is open to The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot, and she appears to be comparing it to notes taken in her journal over a year ago.

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[the_antiangst]

(Out of Milliways: Grissom takes Angel to visit Sara.)

Angel comes in through the front door (bet you didn't even see him leave, did you?), and stops by Bar to drop off the letter, per Sara's request, and to get himself some dinner.
Following which: Dead twentysomething drag queen at a table, with pasta.

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[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

James Norrington and Lee Scoresby are sitting around a table together, Lee's Winchester rifle propped against his chair and Hester at his feet.

They're playing cards.

Tag one or both.

"Are you the brain specialist?"

[2brickstogether.livejournal.com]

Someone is knocking on the Door.

The knocking is insistent, and lasts for a few minutes, punctuated by puzzled pauses, before the door opens, quite suddenly.

A man in gumboots, suspenders, a sweater vest and a handkerchief on his head backs into the Bar. "DOCTOR?"

He turns around. At the sight of the Bar, rather than the doctor's office, he stops, and stares.

Finally... he speaks.

"Doctor? DOCTOR?" He turns around once, just to make sure he's not missing something. "DOCTOR?"

Quick, somebody talk to him before he starts smashing things!

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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo's around.

He's looking for his friends, to say his goodbyes.

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[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Fenchurch?

Is around.

Today, she's sitting, or rather floating over, the piano bench.

Even if the only instrument she can play is guitar.

She isn't playing the piano, no, just hanging around it. Possibly she likes it.

It's a theory.

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[withamagicword]

Billy sits in the rafters, watching the Bar below him. Next to him is a pizza carrier and soda in a strap bottle. A half-finished book sits there also and he smiles as he watches the crowd. He has beena round awhile and it never gets old for him. Of course, he is prtobably looking for a particular person.

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[redhorserider.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Alanna and War talk out by the lake. Warning for...NOTHING! HOMG IT'S A MIRACLE!]

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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin comes downstairs from the guest rooms, looking tanned and unusually relaxed.

It's with some relief that he heads for the Bar to get a cup of coffee.

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[lady_moon]

Moon is in the bar.

She's not as giddy now that the fullness of the moon is passing. The dark-haired woman is playing with a mobile of stars floating around the moon.

It's one of her favourite toys.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael wanders in, tiredly but not as much so he has been, and looks around for anyone he recognises.

Whether that's you or not, feel free to talk to him.

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[holostar.livejournal.com]

The door slides open, and a thin, petite woman in all black steps through, her hair pulled back severely, her hands shaking. It's been some years since Syal has come in the door, at least for her. She blinks, looking around warily as she realises where she is, and then quickly takes a seat, resting her head on one shaking hand.

She knows she should go home, at least there, Soontir would be around. Chak, Jagged and Wyn would be around. Cem would be there. But she can't bear the sympathetic looks from the servants, the boasting stories from the Chiss. She'd locked herself in her 'fresher that morning, just to get a moment's peice before attending the funeral.

Funerals.

She's very careful not to break down again.



[ooc: mun will have to slowtime in an hour or two, just as forewarning]

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[wheels-spun.livejournal.com]

[Yet another multi-pup posting...]

Sitting at a table, with a chess game made entirely of glass between them, is Strength and Wheel. The game doesn't appear to have any winner clearly defined, as it looks as though both Strength and Wheel are going through the motions, rather than engaging in anything competitive.

There's a somberness about the pair, as their minds are on a certain brother of theirs, and the man he intends to ruin.

"Your move sister," says Wheel, an old man today, prodding Strength to move her pieces about.

"Huh? Oh. You're right. It is." And she moves her white piece forward, only to have it claimed by one of Wheel's.

They need a better distraction than this.

---

Nearby is a bird who hasn't seen the interior of the bar in a long time. Or maybe he has, but he's made it look like he hasn't.

Roäc the Raven is watching the two cards from his perch upon the rafters.

He's very concerned in the way a stranger who knows nothing of the situation at hand can be. A detached sense of concern, but concern nonetheless.

It seems the duo needs a lot of cheering up...

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes in, again with Megan, and leads her over to the Bar to get them both a drink and snack.

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche paid attention, the other day, when he was talking to Matt Truman, and listened to his description of Sharpe. So, when he spotted him on his security shift, he went over to introduce himself.

They're sitting together having a chat over milkshakes, now. The milkshakes are Gavroche's fault.

Tag one or both.

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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is sitting by the fire, with a large blank book and a fountain pen. She has a glass of white wine on the table by her elbow, and alternates writing in the book, with sipping from the glass. There is a gerat deal more sipping happening than writing. She could probably use some distraction.

First entrance - The fun has arrived!

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

It's a familiar sight, the Door opening onto some strange world. This time it opens onto a busy street that seems to have been plucked right from a cartoon. However, the person who enters is hardly cartoonish. In fact, he looks rather like James Dean.

"What the..."

Yes, James Dean wearing blue-jeans, a red leather jacket and some Wayfarer shades. He plucks them off as he looks around the room in suprise.

"Unless Mahmut's done some serious redecorating, this ain't The Drunk Tank."

And, on closer inspection, this ain't James Dean either. The observant will realize that, not only is he barefoot, but those feet are paws. Rather vulpine looking paws to match the four fox-tails sprouting from his tight butt. However, he doesn't seem too phased by it. After a second, he grins and slips the shades back on.

"Well, it's a bar and I see plenty of babes here. What the hell!"

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Foxtrot X-Ray to Milliways.

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[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

Bird in the bar, on the move.

Maybe he'll visit your table.

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[mogget_cat]

*Someone forgot that those catnip plants by the lake would be blooming.*

*That someone just tripped over an invisible dustbunny and is trying in vain to get back on his feet. His predicament is frankly hilarious. To him, anyway. He's laughing like a fool.*

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige has been in the bar for a few days now, she can't go home until Piper's back to normal.

To say Piper's predicament is getting to her is an understandment, she's currently halfway through a bottle of red wine, would someone like to remind her she doesn't actually drink anymore?

Pilot Inna Bar...

[ton-phanan.livejournal.com]

Ton has been here, hiding in a booth.

Actually, he's been spralwed in a booth, watching the universe as it blows up. He hasn't moved much, except for nature calls. And maybe to eat and drink, but otherwise...nope. No movement.

Come poke him, see if he'll bite?

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is sitting in a booth about to dig into a good looking plate of chicken fried steak and mashed taters. It's amazing that after all that happened he was able to hold onto his wallet but he has and so he's treating himself to dinner.

He's in a civilian shirt now with his sheriff's jacket and hat laying on the seat beside him. The bench across the table is open though should anyone care to have a sit.

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[simon_doctor]

Simon's in the bar.

Sitting near the fireplace with a bowl of hodgeberries, and keeping a cautious eye on the stairway leading to the guest rooms.

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[tibetanmethod]

[After all of this.]

The mask of Caroline's face is still in Harry's office among the stacks and stacks of paperwork. But Cooper has the picture in his wallet, and right now it's out of his wallet, and in front of him on the table.

This is what we call a stolen moment: time taken to remember, and reflect, and wonder -- more time than waiting for an elevator provides.

He's sitting in a booth in the corner, with low lights and a cup of coffee, with the black and white portrait of Caroline, and wondering about her.

And about Annie.

That...that was a damn fine cup of coffee she made, earlier.




It's never a bad idea to hope.

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[gonna_live]

There are some nights in spring where it's warm, and there's just enough of a breeze to warrant long sleeves (and perhaps a stolen white shirt on the comfortable side of threadbare), and when it might be a little cold but it's impossible to resist the lure of bare feet on the lake shore with the grass in your toes and stars in the sky.



Kaylee's shoes are only a few feet away.

Her hands are in her pockets.

And her eyes are on the sky, and she's smiling -- something rare enough.

Nights like this it's hard not to be in a good mood, no matter what else is going on.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is sprawled in a booth, feet dangling over the far edge of the seat.

His boots are stuffed in the corner, socks hanging over the edges. Hopefully none of the mud is getting on the seat.

There is a plate of cookies by his left elbow, and a pitcher of lemonade a little farther away. Lemonade is sticky if it spills, and Raven is occasionally careless.

At the moment, however, he looks relaxed and remarkably comfortable.

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[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

The door is opened and a girl of about 18 enters the bar. She's wearing blue denim dungarees over a white t-shirt and her dark hair is in two french braids and she has a small black rucksack over one shoulder. She's talking on a cell phone and paying no attention to where she is.

"Uh-huh. No. No I won't forget. I'll be home soon. Yeah. Love you too. Bye Bobby."

She takes the phone from her ear and flips it shut, then drops it in her pocket. Then she looks up. She looks around. This is NOT the grocery store.

Inari Raith, welcome to Milliways.

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[prydeful]

Good moods don't happen a lot for her lately.

Finding out the government had put chips that could shock mutants into their skulls?

This does not put Kitty in a good mood.

Hitting things for three or four or maybe five hours, though?

That'll help.

So she's doing okay, overall, when she walks in, fingers from one hand twined with the other behind her back as she reaches back and stretches, shoulders and elbows and knuckles all popping.

Really, the world may still be going to hell one step at a time, but some things are soothing, and the feel of someone twice your size going down under your fist is one of them.

All she needs is coffee, and once that's got, and she's settled at a table, popping her neck before taking a sip, she feels even better than she had a moment ago.

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[balletrat]

[OOC: Last week, Andrew tells Meg about his confession to Lilly.]

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[silvia-broome.livejournal.com]

Silvia is playing music: this time, on a wooden flute. She's curled up in a booth with a cup of tea nearby as she practices.

She doesn't mind being bothered.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[Angela writes in her journal.]

Angela is in the bar, writing something else. It might be nonsense, it might be a story, it's hard to tell with her handwriting. When Angela doesn't want someone else reading what she's written, it's pretty hard to read.

She's sipping a coke and isn't very attentive to what's going on around her.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon's in a mood. He won't tell people that, but it should be rather obvious from the bottle in front of him, the overflowing ashtray and the black look on his face. Also, there's a gun resting in plain view on the tabletop.

There's only so much you can repress before it starts to push back. In other words, approach with caution.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy's rubbing the last traces of lotion into her hands when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, and she looks more than a little tired.

"Ramen noodles, please, if it's not too much trouble. Pork. And something cold to drink."

The bowl appears, and a can of Match; she scans the tables.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

This...is not where Faith was expecting to be.

It's not where she WANTS to be, especially, right now.

So there's a second's hesitation, when she steps in from Antar and realizes where she is. Hesitation, and a brief backward glance over her shoulder.

But Max is asleep, and she can't do anything for him right this second...so it's off to the Bar, for a cup of coffee generously laced with whiskey, and a brief stop at a table.

She looks tired, and rather empty, despite the engagement bling.

Catch her quick, before the coffee's gone.

When the door opens...

[diipu-sabmergii.livejournal.com]

...the woman with the sea-green hair standing there puts one hand over her mouth in surprise, but steps in nonetheless.

She looks around, holding an elaborately-ribboned pale pink box carefully, as if to keep the contents from sliding.  'I remember this place... and I wonder....'  Could the person she was looking for be here instead of at the shrine?

Michiru starts strolling around the room, looking through the crowd for a pretty, black-haired girl -- it's Rei Hino's birthday, and Michiru baked a cake.

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[just-elaine.livejournal.com]

There hasn't been a door for Elaine. Not once or twice since she came in.

And now there is, and she doesn't think for more than a moment, because--because there are things she has to do.

And she walks out.

(no subject)

[book_bound]

[OOM: The pages turn. The story goes on. The teller is only a little different. And the reader is always the same.]

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[gramarye1971]

The door opens, quietly.

He's reading while walking again. Not paying attention to where he's going. The Solitary Existence of the Petite Universe: A History is quite fascinating, especially this close to the end of the last chapter.

He weaves his way through the bar again, moving around tables and avoiding other patrons, and once again wanders out the back door in the direction of the lake.


[OOC: Plot-locked, alas, for reasons which will be made very clear in the link.]

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[steelartisan]

Sometimes beating up the "bad guys" can only do so much for that extra stress.

Piotr is working on the fine art of Tree Punching. Until he remembers that taking them down the long, hard, sweaty way is more work and therefore, more stress relief.

So, Piotr is now shirtless and all rippling muscle as he works on making a large wood pile for...someone. He has a nice small one right now.

He's leaving the stump for last. More punch worthy.