(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche comes in through the painting and goes in search of chocolate.

He'd be glad to talk to almost anyone.

(no subject)

[tibetanmethod]

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks, for the endgame.

Cooper and Harry spend the day trying to figure out the cave petroglyph. There's a connection between Windom Earle, Bob, and the Black Lodge, but...they can't quite figure it out. So they break. Cooper meditates, and then meets with Annie. And comes back to work to find that Major Briggs has returned, having escaped from Windom Earle. They eventually figure out that Windom Earle is after the winner of the Miss Twin Peaks contest, and intends to use her to get into the Black Lodge, and also that Earle has been listening to their every move. Cooper and Harry race for the pageant, where Earle causes chaos and drags off the winner -- Annie. And Andy tells him that the petroglyph isn't a puzzle -- it's a map to the location of the Black Lodge. They regroup at the sheriff's station to put the final pieces together.

Harry and Cooper go to Glastonbury Grove, where Cooper goes on alone, following Windom Earle and Annie. Into the Black Lodge (and Cooper has been here before, oh yes he has). Leaving Harry behind.

Meanwhile, Harry waits, while the rest of the world goes to hell. No handbasket needed. And eventually...someone returns from the Black Lodge.

Someone.

And elsewhere, there are preparations for a war game.]

(no subject)

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Security is always a good thing to have around (even if people don't take advantage of it much), so Security is present. Back-up Security, yes, but he still has a badge visibly displayed on his belt.

He does not, however, appear to be actively on-duty. Tonight the Prince is perched in view of the observation window, alternately watching the stars and scribbling distractedly on a piece of paper. He looks like he might be composing poetry.

Drow In the Bar

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt has discoverd once more that a side effect of working out, is hunger.

He enters the bar through the back door and grabs a seat as close to the front door as possible, or rather where the front door should be.

"Bar could I get leg of mutton and some mountain ale please?" Depositing 3 coins on the counter his meal appears before him and he begins to eat slowly taking in the surrondings looking for any new faces.

Are you new, or just new to him?

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM: After this, Zoe and Wash could both use a little bit of a distraction.

Boy, do they get one.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is sprawled in the bar (left-over hangover from Sunday), security badge showing.

Add to his list of "Someday I should..." finding out what the glass on the badge goes to.

Legs crossed at the ankles, eyes half shut, but he's watching the bar anyway.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

[OOM: Ramon doesn't think. But a decision is made anyway.]

(no subject)

[beautybeloved.livejournal.com]

He enters from outside, braiding small wildflowers together into a chain as he walks. The chain is looped over his wrist as he stops at the Bar, stroking a hand over the surface and softly requesting what has become his usual: hot chocolate with cayenne, the sort of drink that even one half-dead can taste. His usual, by now, and his usual habit to request two tankards large enough for one fifteen feet tall to drink from, and his usual habit to cross over to the fireplace, where there's room for taller beings, to sit cross-legged on the floor and wait.

Even if today is not one of the days when they encounter each other, he will wait.

(no subject)

[a-simple-choice.livejournal.com]

Jor-El managed to find a room and sleep, a little, last night, even though he fouind himself awakening again and again with new questions every few hours.

Finally, now, he comes downstairs and carefully, settles at Bar's side on a stool, peering around curiously with a delighted look.

A large mug of kierseth, a Kryptonian drink, appears at his side, but is largely ignored as he watches the crowd with a fascinated stare.

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cecilia Crouch goes to Azkaban, and never leaves.]

(no subject)

[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Unable to cope with reconciling his mother's sacrifice with the new life he must lead, Barty forces himself to believe.]

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

There's no bloodpudding with a candle in it, but Nick is at the bar. He looks... well, depressed is pretty standard for the last few months (and centuries, but who's counting?) with the exception of those times when friends lift his spirits for him, but Ivanhoe the rat has served him his usual and seems to be keeping something of an eye on him.

He doesn't have a book with him, not even one of his own. He's just people watching at the moment.

Do come by.

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

And wonder of wonders, Bianca is actually eating where she is sitting at a table. All on her own, without being nagged. Indeed, she's looking far more healthy then she has done in months.

If it weren't for the fact that most of her clothes don't fit anymore, she'd be pretty much happy at life at the moment.

(no subject)

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Some days are better than others. Quinn's hoping that this turns out to be one of the good ones, for all that he's acquired a small bag of ice and is currently applying it to an angry, rapidly-purpling area on his forearm. It's nothing he's not used to- and he's got coffee, which is always good.

He's also got a space at his table near the fire, if anyone's interested.

(no subject)

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark comes down from upstairs, still in the black-and-trenchcoat from the day before, sunglasses perched on the top of his head. Over his shoulder is a bag, looking rather clunky. Walking over to Bar, he deposits a list on her. "Hey, Bar? Can I have the stuff on this list, please and thank you?" He recieves everything in a rather large duffle bag, which he takes with a smirk, going out back behind the bar.
See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit.
Before long, there is a rather curious sight to behold. Up in a tree is what looks like a woman, in black leather, in a harness, dangling from a length of rope. On the ground, is Mark, working with three cameras, from various angles, setting up shots. Someone might want to see what the boy's doing. It almost looks sketchy.

(no subject)

[red-mare.livejournal.com]

Jah-lila has been in and out of late. As the weather grows warmer, she is more often at home. Today, though, Capi- the tiny brown pard- insisted on leaping to her back and not letting go; and so she ran with him there, until she found herself trotting out from under the Milliways trees.

Ah, well. Unicorn and housecat, out by the lake.

(no subject)

[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Martha Adams wants to kill something.

Unfortunately, the thing she wants to kill is already dead.

So she's in the bar, with a drink, contemplating.

(no subject)

[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

This notice, yep, still on the board.

The boy in the picture was once again at the booth with the treadle sewing machine shoved in it, working diligently and humming to himself, one headphone in so he could hear anyone approaching.

He seemed to be doing well enough, having gotten the fabric Wednesday had left when he'd gone to get his breakfast from the Bar. Currently he was making... something out of it, he liked it, springy without being too slippy and difficult to sew.

Interested in modeling? Want to ask what the hell he's doing? Want to give him advice on fashion design? Anything else? Go talk to him, he's friendly.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Because some slowtimes need to be re-linked to the bar...

Alanna and Delia: it starts off with "You're a whore?!?" and ends with the mental image of King Jonathan in a sparkly tiara, and along the way marriage to Thom is discussed]

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is sitting by the fire with a cup of tea. Every so often she glances up at the stairs as if she is waiting for someone, probably because she is.

So she sits and waits to see when Magneto may be ready.

(no subject)

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

There is a girl at the bar.

Not at the bar, precisely. At a table near the bar.

She doesn't have a drink, though. Or food. Tragedy.

Don't let the smile fool you. Or please, do.

(no subject)

[princejonathan.livejournal.com]

Jon wanders in to the bar, enjoying a stolen hour between meetings. He approaches the bar and orders an ale. He takes it and leans against the bar, sipping it and crowd-watching.

(no subject)

[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

There's a woman holding an ice pack to her cheek while sitting at the bar.

She's looking rather dejected and drained of any kind of energy at the moment and, there's a few blood speckled tissues in her free hand.

Come on over and chat with her if you'd like, she's a little down at the moment.

[ooc: Slow time for a while, come on in and tag and I'll respond when I'm here and back.]

(no subject)

[p3-premonitions.livejournal.com]

Phoebe's in the bar again, and anyone watching her closely enough would notice her very occasional flashes to her adult self, Phoebe however seems oblivious.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar, an envelope clutched in one hand.

She hasn't opened it.

Someone might want to tell her she should.

[ooc: Slowtime for class work every so often.]

(no subject)

[sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com]

There is a woman in a black dress, eyes closed laying out in one of the booths. No, she's not asleep. Yes, her guns are on her. Well, the Berettas that are in her leg holsters anyways but the dress covers them up. See... she's slowly coming to terms with not keeping all of her guns with her. Either that or she's just having a good day. One of the two. We're not really sure which and she probably isn't either.

Sitting on the table that she's at those is a notepad with writing on it. The writing is in shorthand and written in only a way that she can read it. Well... her and the rest of Umbrella Corps' Security Team. The only word visible on the page is the word 'T-virus'. Otherwise... there's no telling what it says. Or what it is she's doing. It's also possible that she found out what the new power was that she gained after Umbrella Corp experimented on her.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is sitting at a booth, the cuts on her face almost gone by now. She's looking about the same as usual...moody, tired, and needing a drink.

Sadly, judging by the glass of milk that is currently being glared at, Bar won't give her alcohol anymore.

Have at, even if mun may seriously need the slowtimes.

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is rather fustrated at the moment. So she is sitting by the fire drinking some coffee and reading a book on psycology. Prue is keeping her eyes out for Paige. The only sister she knows of that still remembers being a witch....she hopes.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: After Archie's encounter with his father, he finds himself back at sea.))



Warnings for angst, some violence, and hints of past abuse.

(no subject)

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

James has been around, honestly. He's just been busy, what with being on a job and all. Or would be, if he weren't Bound again. In deference to the work though, he's been keeping up a tight schedule - a run round the lake before breakfast, followed by a bracing swim on nice days even if the lake is still damn cold. Then mission details to keep rechecking through the day, a nap, and more exercise in the afternoon. And he's cut the smokes down to twenty a day, rather than the usual sixty.

Now, he's in the bar, freshly scrubbed up and looking casual, relaxing with a newspaper and lingering over a third cup of coffee. He's generally a sociable sort, so feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

I'm really tired. Something threw me off. I don't know why I'm here, but back home it was four in the morning, and I feel like four in the morning. I've managed to be swept away once again without normal (well, they're not really normal, but..) clothes. I'm in my pajamas, Led Zeppelin shirt, boxer shorts, and green slippers I brought for 99 cents. A seat at the bar, green tea, and a chopstick to put up my hair.

Anything I'm leaving out?

(no subject)

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe, coffee, booth.

Along with her laptop, camera, and a still broken blastsword. Hey, it wasn't her fault that it didn't get completely fixed! It was totally Tahiri's. Still, every now and then, the girl looks up from the article on her laptop, hoping she can spot someone else that may be able to fix the thing.

After all, she made a promise. And, journalistic integrity aside, Chloe Sullivan likes to be true to her word.

(no subject)

[wheelsy_sheriff]

It's sheriff Bill, and he's quite happy because Bar has made him a pecan pie that tastes just like his momma's. Sitting at a table, his jacket over the back of his seat and hat sittin close by, he's cutting up his pie and digging into a slice.

There's a few more slices and if you're nice enough he just might be willing to share.

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

Somehow, a dark corner appears to have resolved itself around a young man sitting calmly at a table at one end of the bar, dressed entirely in Assassin's black. He doesn't intend to do any actual assassinating today, so the official colour will do.

He has coffee, a whetstone, and an already-sharp knife, which he examines carefully. It's relaxing after a hard morning's training.

(no subject)

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

Minimalist attempt at entry.

Man. Suit. New York Times. Booth. J&B, rocks.

Humming.

(I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said )

(no subject)

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Having hung around for a thread already, Ako contracts a case of entrypostitis.

Feel free to make it a chronic thing, by posting in.

Please note that if nobody does, her player will continue drawing forms of the Crawling Chaos.

(no subject)

[payshisdebts]

There is one well-laid, smug Imp at a table, thumbing through an earmarked copy of ... what looks like shape-shifter pornography.

Ako treats him well, indeed; he could, if he allowed himself, get used to that. Too bad he won't. He knows what happens when he gets comfortable, indeed. What foul, horrible things-- to those he cares for, those who come close to him...

Not to mention, the risk he himself takes.

So for now he amuses himself with the Kitsune Sutra, a glass of wine, and a half-smile on his face.

(no subject)

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine, who has been sitting at his usual table, abset-mindedly sucking on the end of his pencil, when he's not sketching on a scrap of paper, finally sighs, folds the paper into quarters, and crosses the room. He deposits the paper on the surface of the bar.

"Lady Bar, if you could find something as close to these as possible, I should be most grateful."

There is a long pause, and then a smallish bundle appears on the warm wood, and Valentine's positive balance is decreased by a goodly amount. Not a particularly significant amount, given the extent of his ill-gotten wealth, but still no small change. He opens the bundle, nods, smiling, requests blue and green velvet, then makes his way back to his table.

Pehaps fifteen minutes later, he returns, a small neat package in each hand. Each has a note tucked into the folds of fabric, neatly written out in his somewhat stylised hand.

( Josiane )

( Delia )

He nods, pleased with himself, and returns to his table, where he sits contemplating his decanter. Does he want a drink, or not?

(no subject)

[man-ofthewatch.livejournal.com]

Jon can't leave, but he's keeping an eye out for Sansa. However he's trying to take it easy.

Trying. Maybe not succeeding.

So he's sitting in the bar, ignoring the water that the bar's provided. He's doubting that the owners of this establishment are friends to the watch-but he'll find a way. Thankfully he doesn't have to have a room. He's used to the cold.

Pale faced youth in the bar all in black.

Ghost, for his part-is sitting at the man's feet.

(no subject)

[bob_the_skull]

Skull inna bar...


*grumblegrumblegrumble*

"Stupid blasted wizard..."

Is the phrase that greets a grumpy-looking vampire named Nick.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava has left the bar-

She took care of Lærke, and saw the little girl to the House of Arch for her lessons.

Aside from that, however? She has been seated where she can watch the back door, constantly.

That has been about all.


[OOC: Mun is off because of an opening shift tommorrow- slowtime's apply!]

(no subject)

[whats-bad-wolf.livejournal.com]

Rose Tyler's seen a lot of strange things in the past year. A sentient bar (or Bar) that can provide any food from any world? ...okay, that's pretty high up.

It's certainly more appealing than a lot of the other things, anyway.

She's sitting at said Bar now, still rather bemused by the fact that her plate of chips just appeared out of nowhere.

Yeah. She likes this place so far.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is in her usual spot by the fire, basking like a cat in the warmth. She's a little calmer then ususal, and is busy amusing herself by making smoke pictures in the air above her.

Come, say hi?

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

((OOM: After Archie learns what really happened aboard the Renown, He finds himself on another ship entirely. Much to his dismay.))



Warnings for angst, violent situations, and hints of past abuse.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's sitting in a booth, reading a datapad with something between complete interest and utter horror. Occasionally he'll wrinkle his nose and make a comment like 'That's just nasty' or 'Oh, kriff, no, that shouldn't go there!' He's also absent-mindedly laying out a variety of weapons on the table - including, but not limited to, blasters, knives, grenades and odd things that look like corkscrews. They probably are corkscrews.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly was going to work on the fliers for the launch party in her suite, but... do you know how many verses that Magic Kingdom song has when Mike and Mel are singing it?

Of course, the fact that the two of them are back, singing or not, means that there's a pretty bright smile on her face as she settles at her table.

Corner Table

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

The toaster and napkin dispenser was gone.

Now only a pad of paper and pencil were sitting in front of Orlin, covered in odd looking symbols and little diagrams of what looked like a circular gatey thing.

He's happily humming away as he doodles.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Almost everything Spike does has a purpose. Sometimes, the purpose isn't real apparent. Lots of times he does one thing while pretending to do something else entirely... like scope out the room while it looks like he's reading, or plan a trip even though for all intents and purposes he's just sitting and smoking.

But hell, they've talked about Europa long enough; time to actually go there. With a determined stride and a final check ("Got your passport? Money card? Vitamins? Gun?" to which Beth just gives a small what do you think, bounty hunter? sort of look), he double-checks that his gun is loaded, his backpack's on, and he's got a firm grasp on her hand. No going through doors alone, at least not out there.

He doesn't look around to see who's there or who's watching or any of that shit; he doesn't give a damn. All he knows is it's time to take Beth to Europa, and that's what he's going to do. One way or another, they'll get there.

"Ready, Slim? Let's go." Still holding her, he opens the door. When it closes again, it takes with it any evidence either of them was ever standing there.

(no subject)

[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM 1: Fight the Monster that Hates You
OOM 2: Love the Woman That Made You]


The door slams open, and the Exile storms in, a mess. In each hand is a lightsaber, on her back an oversized jacket (with a large hole in the side) and another gash on her forehead. She should really stop getting hurt.

She goes to the bar, quickly grabs a kolto patch, and some thread and a patch (that has little blue and green lightsabers on it) and a needle, before going to sit in a booth. She shrugs out of the jacket, and starts cleaning off her head. Buh.

(no subject)

[lesserobscene.livejournal.com]

The door swings open, and Trapper John McIntyre walks in. For a moment the faint sounds of Korea drift in, and then the door closes.

It takes him a few steps into the bar to realize that no, this isn't the Swamp.

(The place is clean, for one thing.)

He looks around.

This really isn't the Swamp.

Uh.

(no subject)

[venusadept_2]

Felix is presently at the Bar. He has, in front of him, a chessboard (apparently in the middle of a game) and a guide to chess strategies, to which he frequently refers. Oddly, he has the air of someone who is learning more out of need than of want.

This doesn't mean he won't willingly talk to you.

(no subject)

[jack_f_twist]

[OOM: After his little discussion with Lawrence last night, a few truths come out and Jack learns the hard way why you don't never hit with a closed fist. Later, in the room, a few more things don't get talked over, but maybe that ain't so bad.

Plus, he finally finds that fuckin' harmonica. Rated M for Moody Cowboys.]

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is just outside the door. It's not quite a bright sunny day, but it's warm and a lighter kind of grey and there is sun. There are daffodils, too. All in all, it's a good day, and he's sprawled on a grassy knoll, head tipped back to the skies, humming.

Come bother him.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg's curled up in an armchair with a book - not her history book, this time, but American Gods, which she is making a valiant effort really to get more than halfway through.

It's not that World War II isn't fascinating - a little too fascinating, even, in a horrifying sort of way.

But she doesn't really want to read about futuristic weapons ripping up her homeland tonight.*

Medea

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Canto VII: The Dark Dominion

Movement Four: From the Father of Storms

[OOC: Warning for some graphic violence, mild sexual themes, mild gore, and large amounts of Doom.]

(no subject)

[once_a_queen]

Susan's had a busy day, and she's been looking forward to a nice cuppa, or perhaps something stronger.

She could have gone down to the pub, but she was more in the mood for Milliways. So here she is.

Mother and Son.

[badinlatin]

Normally Mal would never drink in front of his mother. However, Sallie must have had a pretty decent day; when they spot each other as Sallie walks in the bar from her pantry, they hug quickly, Mal holding out a chair for her as Sallie orders them both a glass of rice wine.

Not even Sallie drinks Ng Ka Pe. That was yet another war habit she had never been able to strip Mal of.

Mal turns to the waitrat, adding, "Instead o' the rice wine, I'd like a glass o' Ng K---"

Sallie glares at her son.

"Nevermind. Rice wine is perfect."

This does not mean that Sallie still isn't trying.

[ooc: Tag one or the other or both! I'm here foreva', yo.]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

And after everything?

(And "everything" involves a lot, including a trip upstairs to her old room to get out of the goddamned dress and into some sweats.)

Nita walks into the bar and heads for Bar, who gives her a pot of tea without prompting. She perches on a stool, stocking feet hooked up, and looks around.

There's a lot of people she wants to see, and a lot of people who might want to know that the others are back safely.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is sitting at a table off to one side of the bar, absorbed in something on the table.

That something would be a fairly ordinary-looking braided leather bracelet, lying in front of him. It's the first time he's taken it off since November.

Kennis is sitting next to it on the table, offering squeaked advice, while Gavroche tries to decide how best to work the wizardry he has in mind.

No, this isn't a Once More With Feeling post...

[slayer_fray]

The door flies open on its hinges to reveal a heavily tanned pair that haven't been seen in Milliways for a while. A blonde young man and a girl whose multicoloured hair is a bit paler than it used to be, both sporting big black round plastic mouse ears and carrying holdalls. They burst in and stand there framed in the door, as he starts singing. He hasn't got the best voice in the world, but gusto, and the huge grin on his face more than make up for it, as does his partner's accompanying humming:

"All my life I have been searching
For the fabled Promised Land
With my sisters and my brothers
We shall walk there hand in hand
Through the trials and tribulations
And the Devil's cruel temptations
I know that we will all get there one day..."

The last two words are sung together, and the woman takes over:

"After years and years of wand'ring
Oh the Kingdom we shall find..."
 ("Find the kingdooom!" the guy chimes in)
"And the doors may not be open
But we'll gather in the line
And our hearts will swell with pride
The day those gates swing open wide"
("Whoa-ho!")
"And we take a walk down Main Street, USA"

And then they join together to sing:

Before starting towards the nearest person to the door, who just happens to be Gavroche.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon's back in the bar again, once more with a notebook and pen in front of him. The top page is covered with numbers - whether they correspond to the briefcase open on the table that's stuffed with large amounts of money or not, remains to be seen. There's also a travelling bag by his feet.

Oh yeah, and a couple of guns on top of the cash in case anyone gets any ideas. As he appears to be counting the money right now, they're close at hand.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy hasn't been around much today. This is because his mun has six hours of practice exams tomorrow it's been busy in Holby.

But he's here now, sitting at the bar over a large book, head leaning on his arm as his eyes focus on the page.
He might in fact be asleep; it's hard to tell. Why not come closer and find out?

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy has a root beer float and the latest copy of Equus magazine. She's reading an article on preventing lameness. Well, it would be more accurate to say that magazine is open to that article on the table in front of her. She's mostly watching people go by.

It's been a while since she just sat in the bar in the evening, and she's trying to figure out if she's missed anything.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is in the bar today, as opposed to being somewhere else. The mun's brane, unfortunately, did not follow him to aforementioned bar.

He's just making himself comfortable in a booth with a book (Goethe's Faust, again) and a cup of tea.

(no subject)

[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

[OOM: in which Cimorene and Mendanbar find suitable transportation]

The door opens and Cimornene and Mendanbar enter, carrying a very large carpet between them. Said carpet is rolled up, but if one looks at all carefully one may notice that it is covered in large teddy bears. Large pink teddy bears.

Cimorene cranes her neck around to look at Mendanbar, "Do you think we should stop here and get some food for lunchtime? It's going to be a long trip."

Feel free to stop them on their way to say hello. Or to mock the carpet.

[ooc: Two muns and two pups for the price of one!]

(no subject)

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

The problem with having a sentient Bar?

She doesn't always give you what you want her to.

Witness a certain kitsune as he discovers this.

"Come on!" Foxtrot pleads. "If you don't want to give me a list, how about one order of everything he usually gets?"

Bar's counter remains stubbornly empty.

FX abruptly shifts into Rodger Rabbit voice. "P-p-p-p-p-p-please, Barrie!" he studders. "How am I supposed to start a religion without knowing the right sacraments?"

Still nothing.

Yes, Foxtrot is still plugging away at getting the Church of Stantz up and running. He even has the Commandment Tablets on the floor beside him.

[ooc: Gotta slowtime for sleep. Will pick up in the morning.]

(no subject)

[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

Gren comes in from a walk around the lake just in time to see Faye run after Spike and Beth -- who look like they don't know they're being followed -- as they open the door and leave together. Feeling much like that peeping Tom she once accused him of potentially being, he watches as her fury mounts and she kicks the door before storming over to the bar.

She's his friend: his only real friend. It's impossible for him to stand by idly and watch her steam like this. His steps are determined and quick as he makes his way to the bar.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Two characters for the price of one:
Angel (not in drag, tonight) and Jane Lane are at one of the tables, talking. There's about half a pizza left on the table between them; Angel ordered, and while Jane approves of the topping combination, she's got her sketchbook out.
No sense in getting grease all over her plans for the loft, after all.

(OOC: If you're after one of them in particular, pls. to specify.)

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo walks into the bar for the first time in awhile, sword on his back, in his usual uniform. He looks normal enough as he takes a seat at a table, dropping the sheathed weapon to the floor with some care. The only thing that stands out, however, is the deep, thoughtful look on his face.

He just finished encountering his mothers killer, you see. And even worse, the monster got away.

One might think that after such a failure, Ichigo would be raving mad, if not brooding with a vengeance. But instead, he just sits there by himself, not drinking or eating anything, not glancing around at the odd inhabitants of the bar he is still getting used to.

He has had a very...odd sort of day. And as such, is in an odd (though not bad) sort of mood.

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[anythingbutblue]

Faye freezes when she sees them.

Her eyes narrow, and she watches as they walk hand-in-hand to the door, which Spike opens, and then step through.

Wait a second.

Rising from her seat, she hurries after them, her own rapid footsteps the only sound she's aware of in the entire bar. "Wait!" she hisses at the closing door.

But it's too late.

It's more than closed when she reaches it. It's not there at all, just like every other day here.

Letting out a growl of sheer frustration, she kicks the wall where she thinks the door should be and stomps back over to her seat at the bar.

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[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

There is an Ed, in the bar. He is sitting cross-legged on top of a booth table (again?) and reading a book. His hair is braided carefully, and tied off with a blue string.

He is ever so normal, nothing out of the ordinary at all. You might never guess he's a birthday boy today, would you?

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[gonna_live]

[Out of Milliways: Kaylee's been hiding.

And then she gets a present.

It gets rid of a problem she's got.]

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[gone_byebye]

People talk about getting ahead of yourself, but they never really understand just how bad that can get sometimes. Ray's in the Bar, frowning at a pile of notes and diagrams heaped up on the table in front of him, and taking notes on an entirely separate pad as he goes.

He doesn't even notice that the Bar gave him the green stuff when he placed his drink order earlier. It seems to be going down all right anyway.

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[hellobugbite]

Hobbie's sitting at the Bar, trying his hand at playing Earth-style solitaire with a sabacc deck.

--which might explain the near-continuous stream of curses being muttered under his breath.

Hard enough, the game, when there's 52 cards. Harder still, when there's 76.

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[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

OOM: A first week, or thereabouts.

Jimmy's in a chair by the observation window. His hair is wild and unkempt, his eyes clouded. Could be that he's just sleepy, maybe not. But he'd probably be glad of a distraction.

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[bartyjr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Morgan senses something is wrong with Barty. He's adamant that nothing at all is wrong; in fact, everything is going right. They argue. He walks out, hurt and needing time alone.]