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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom walks in through the back door, goes to the bar, and sits down.

It's more exciting than it sounds.*

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[excessive-speed.livejournal.com]

There is a speedster in the bar, who may or may not have been in for awhile. Rather than zipping around or taking a break for a lovely cup of tea, Jenni's sitting in a corner.

The reason for the sudden lack of energy may have something to do with the datapad in her lap - or rather, the thing that used to do be a datapad. Rather than actually being the shape or form of one, the entire thing is torn apart. Back off, front cracked, wires spread all over. She seems to be trying to put it back together, but, well. Electronics aren't really her forte, so all she's really managing to do is look like a guilty sort of puppy.

Oh dear.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom and Arithon catch up. There is strategizing regarding Blodwen and birthday balls.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Two serious-looking men are at the bar tonight, drinking scotch and bourbon respectively.

Malcolm Crowe and Agent K don't have much in common, but at the moment they're both worried about recent kidnappings of people from the bar. For now, there's nothing to do but wait, so they're taking some time to trade expertise on psychological trauma, the Stockholm Syndrome, some (very) basic principles of satellite-tracking technology and high-tech surveillance. It's not helping their shared mood very much, but it's better than nothing.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom finally met his ancestor, Salazar Slytherin the other night. They got on like a house on fire and ended up back in Slytherin's library for magical showing off and intellectual bonding.

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[lady_moon]

[OOM: Cause You Can Always Go Home -- Mary Anne visits the home plane of the tarot cards where she meets some of the family and is offered some advice by Ruin's daughter.]

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[undignified]

Know what? Whiskey tastes nice.

Hence why Wes has a bottle and a glass at his table.

He'll happily share, if you get your own glass.


Alternatively, he also has a plate of Oreos, because it's still the best combination.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Taking place the morning after this thread.

In which Aziraphael is confused almost beyond his capacity to cope, Crowley is utterly Crowley, and oh, such progress is made.]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands is in a bad mood. So what’s new?

He’s found himself a nice secluded corner of the bar and sat in it, with his back up against the wall and the bottle of tequila Mal gave him (half empty now) sat before him as he smokes.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive was back, obviously it was 'back' and not 'still there' because he had a box of mostly finished costumes on the floor under the table, and was once again working on piecework, humming softly along with whatever was on his headphones.

He was deconstructing a sequined handbag so that he could make something else out of it, some sort of gloves it seemed, given how carefully he was taking it apart at the seams.

His notice was still on the board, though partially obscured by another sign which he had smiled about and hadn't moved.

Go talk to him or something. You've always wanted to be a model, haven't you?

(Now I am go away-y for festival and mother's day and birthday things. Hopefully I will return Henna'ed and not burnt to a crisp)

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

She's in the bar.

What's new about that? It's not like she can leave, or anything. But she's in the main bar, in a corner booth, watching the patrons with quiet eyes. Sketching little drawings of swords on a piece of paper.

Bother?

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Is it Morning Yet? Angela prepares for another day.

Warnings for despair and doubt.]

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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Sometime early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how you look at it), Tahiri comes downstairs with a bag slung over her shoulder. She stops at the Bar long enough to write ( a note to Zekk. )

She's already left one in the Security office, so with all of her bases covered she heads out the door and back to Ossus.

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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Morning, and Lando is at a corner table, reading (with only some difficulty) a book on Earth organized crime, Excellent Cadavers by Alexander Stille. Alas, it's about Sicilian mobsters, not American, but it makes for good reading and it probably describes what he'll be facing when he goes to the casino.

He is quite interruptable, though.

[ooc: online for a couple of hours, then slowtime]

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Late last night, Jack left a note with Bar for Alanna before disappearing into the Security office.

( For Alanna )

[OOC: Heather, see the note in my backroom post.]

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[button-masher.livejournal.com]

The door opens and in walks Tycho Brahe, muttering things about Gabe being an idiot, and how mustaches make Asians look like math teachers. He takes a seat in the back {and yeah, that's the little robot in his pocket again}, and reads his gaming magazine.

He's not really realised that this isn't his kitchen. He's kind of clueless like that.


[ooc: mun here for long time, writing papers. so tag at will. if mun leaves, a message will appear! also, canon-puncturing rules apply. :D]

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[alas_alas]

[OOM: Echo has a dream that quickly becomes a nightmare.]

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[nita_callahan]

[Millitimed to Apr. 20, after the Medea plotters returned.

Kit and Nita talk.

Rated S for . . . well, Shipping.]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Perhaps no one will notice that, after a bit of odd racket, there's an extra tree at the edge of the forest, a stately elm that's slightly out of place, but seems healthy enough for all it's misplacement. Since it is at the far side of the lake, maybe no one will see the trunk split near the base, and open to let Ace slip out. She looks tired, and as she shuts the trunk/door behind her, she leans back against the tree, staring up through the branches at the sky that isn't really a sky.

Well.

Here we are then.

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[twiststheblade]

Miho, back of a booth, with a shamisen, provided by Bar in answer to a request for something to keep her entertained. She's currently tuning it to her voice, singing soft nonsense just for the sound. Eventually, she might play. Pehaps.

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[pen-velui.livejournal.com]

Because for utterly inexplicable reasons she has woken up in her mun's head rather more loudly than she ever was expected to in the first place, there's a Luthien out by the lakeside.

Up in a tree, gaining perspective, and singing something soft, Sindar, and ... well, 'mellow' does not begin with 'S', but it suits.

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[dreamer_fray]

[OOM: Some indeterminate amount of time after this conversation with Mel, Harth is thinking. Or brooding. Whichever.]

Multi-Pup Post!

[princeinexile]

Zuko seems to have taken up living around the fireplaces while he nurses his tea, unable to get warm or feel better. He dozes quietly, his eyes closed, but it's never for long. But it's either be down here, or be upstairs with his uncle hovering about him, giving him more uncertainty about the future; what he said, was it true? Were they really no longer traveling together?

---

Near the library, Tyrion sips wine and eats cheese, and watches people with his mismatched eyes. He is as friendly as he ever was, speaking freely and smiling despite the fact it only makes his scar more hideous.

---

In a shadow'd booth, Raistlin sips mulled wine and writes with quill and ink in a heavy volume; who knows what he's writing, but if one was inclined to asking, he might tell them.

[Plz specify who you're tagging kthx bai!]

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[alderaani-intel.livejournal.com]

Her apartment (the one she shared with Tycho) had been so empty when she got home. He'd left, off on some mission, the only remnants of him being a shirt with some holes and a note he left on the table for her, a long note in scrawling words about love and hope and happiness she's okay. A typical note from an Alderaanian, she smiled to herself. She would have done the same.

So she had wandered the empty rooms, lonely, until she went into the kitchen, and realised she wasn't standing in the kitchen, she was standing in the middle of a bar, and she'd never been so happy to see this place. She might even be bouncing.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

[OOM: After finding out that Hellspawn is leaving, Steph gets emo, a lot. Can you say abandonment issues? Luckily, Billy's around, and liberal application of Billy makes anything better, or at least, a little bit.]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie's out by the lake, playing his guitar. Not singing for once, though he probably will if you ask.

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[balletrat]

*Meg's curled up in an armchair by the fireplace, her eyes squinting over her book of twentieth-century history.

Usually, she has a hard time working through large chunks of prose - but she's nearing the end of WWII, in her reading, and tonight she seems to be fully absorbed.*

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[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes in, the bruise on his temple now gone, but looking grave and worried.

Events are in motion, in his world, and he understands the implications all too well.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

One night later, and Malcolm Crowe and Agent K are back at the bar, still waiting for anything new about the whereabouts of Ray or Angela. Which means more talk of psychological trauma, Stockholm Syndrome, satellite-tracking, and high-tech surveillance while they pass the time.

They probably wouldn't mind a distraction, especially from those with intel--or worries--to share.

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[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

Johnny Destiny, luck god with a small g, inna bar.

At a table, actually, with a fresh deck of cards that he asked Bar for - as he's already started sharing cards out of his lucky deck. Mostly, he's just cutting and shuffling them to break them in, and humming to himself.

He wouldn't be adverse to a little conversation, though.

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[shortofcrazy]

[OOM: After meeting in Milliways, Riley takes Chloe to Washington D.C. on a first date. In the process, there are other firsts, as well.]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He's just sitting at the bar, minding his own business.

Likely story.*

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[dragon_twin]

Melou is getting sick of Camelot. The fact that the dreams have started again doesn't help.

Which is why he looks relieved to be in the bar tonight.

He grabs a drink from the bar (whiskey tonight) and then lounges at a table, trying to relax.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

It's been a while. Work, and fatherhood's been keeping this particular Ghostbuster busy. But tonight, Peter was in, uniform on, meter strapped to belt, and pack on shoulders. Game face on, and there was gonna be deep hurting for whoever messed with his people. Oh yeah, man.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is settled comfortably on the sofa, a plate of cookies resting below one dangling hand.

He seems a little more relaxes than he has for no small number of days, now.

Vacations in the TARDIS are not to be sneered at.

Particularly when the company is very good.

Though Milliways itself is a good second choice--at least for the moment.

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly is barefoot as she pads down the stairs. She had told Cain where she was going, but wasn't sure he'd really heard her... he'd been immersed in a book, and had made one of those "mmmhmmm" noises that could mean anything.

But craving for tea and biscuits cannot be denied, so she orders a tray from Bar, and finds a table within view of the stairs. If he should happen to notice her missing, he'll be able to find her easily enough.

She nibbles an oatmeal biscuit as sits and people watches. Maybe she's watching you?

You can't send the cavalry until you get the cavalry together.

[blond-w-brain.livejournal.com]

Blond-Egon walks into the bar in full array, and pins a note up on the board:

ATTENTION Those who have offered to assist with the rescue of Ray Stantz. We have received numerous offers of assistance, but for this part of the mission we believe it best to be a small team. Therefore, my counterpart and myself have picked those best suited to going. They are:

• Foxtrot X-Ray
• Daniel Fenton
• Peter Venkman
• Both Dr. Egon Spenglers

We appreciate your offers of assistance, and are certain that Ray will, as well. However, we do not know what the situation will be, and therefore feel it to be counterproductive to bring more than a small team with us. Anyone else who has wished to be involved in this rescue, we ask you stand by in case assistance is needed, whether medical, physical, spiritual or clerical. Regards, Dr. Egon Spengler (the blond one)

That done, Egon sits at a table, waiting for the forces to gather. He's sure that someone will be annoyed.

(( OOM: Gone to Montana to rescue Ray, back later. ))

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius settles in place on a stool at the Bar and picks up the glass of Palanthian red wine that appears before him.

"Thank you, Lady Bar."

Then he turns to watch the bar, silver eyes observing what there is to see.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ In New York City, 1933:

Jack Driscoll has a new neighbor. ]

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[gone_byebye]

After making sure things are in order, the red-headed Ghostbuster heads over to the Bar. "Thanks," says Ray. "For everything."

And heads for the door.

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[bothbutneither.livejournal.com]

He has been writing music, something beyond the familiar strains of the song he calls Goodnight Julia. He doesn't have the sax with him at the moment, but still, there's a feeling of accomplishment. Sitting at the bar (but not at the corner bar stool), he orders himself a cup of tea and a shot of vodka; after a sip of tea he mixes the vodka right into the cup.

It's just for the flavor. A glance at the door shows him that the outline is sharp and clear.

One of these days, he'll have to try it despite the voice crying in his brain, the one that says but I have more songs to write.

It won't be tonight.

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[withamagicword]

There is a Billy. He is sitting drinking coffee. No shakes at the moment.

He has been a little worried of late and is thinking, and reading, on a small seat near the fire.

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[hogwartsbadger.livejournal.com]

The door opens and a woman in her mid twenties enters the bar. She is wearing bright blue robes emroidered around the colar and the cuffs with small white flowers and her long, dirty blonde hair  is coming loose from it's braid. In her arms is a thick leather bound book.

She moves to a booth and orders a small mulled wine and a a platter of fruit. While she eats and sips her wine, she opens the book and reads of the complexities of growing certain magical herbs.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Breakdown.

Warnings for drug use, abuse of a minor, and weeping.]

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[shufti]

Shufti is in one corner of the bar, feeding Jack from a bottle.
Next to her is a small cuddly toy bunny rabbit.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is having a sandwich in a booth near the infirmary.

The doctor is in

Not met him yet? Come say hello. He likes people providing they aren't trying to hit him or throw things at his head.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack emerges from the Security office, blinking at the brighter lights of the bar and running a hand over his hair. He's not sure how long he was in the office reading reports and background information on the Malfoy family, but he knows one thing from his research: it's going to be difficult to make a deal with Narcissa. He's not sure what he can offer her that would induce her to go into the cells for a few days, but he has to find something, or some other way they can do it.

He takes a seat at the bar where he has a good view of the room, and orders let another cup of coffee, keeping an eye out for anyone matching Narcissa's description, or for one other person. In looking through the reports, there was a mention of an altercation she'd had with Ramon; if he'd even needed confirmation that Ramon should be the prime suspect, that was it.

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

The Steward of Gondor is in the bar tonight, doing what one generally does in a bar:

Drink.

He seems... curiously blank tonight. Neither in a good mood or a bad. Simply... somewhat detatched. Deep in thought. Daydreamy.

Security badge is, as usual, clipped to his belt and in plain view.

Lost in thought he may be, but he always welcomes company.

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[agirllost]

Kim tried to contact Angie and failed, hearing only her own voice in her mind, not powerful enough to find her or reach her. After trying for hours, she gave up, weakened from the attempts.

She went back into the bar, meaning to order a diet coke, but instead she asked for a shot of something strong, and another shot, and then another.

If she can't help her, can think of no way to help her, disturbingly almost relieved that Ishamael doesn't have her...she'll be numb until it works itself out.

This is probably why she's standing with her hand on the wall and begging the door to appear.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOMs: Millitimed to um. Like, two days ago. >.>

Gorlim goes to see Namo after a stressful evening. They decide to take a nap.

They wake up, feed the baby, and talk. And go back to sleep.

Yes, absolutely thrilling summaries, aren't they? Oh, but they make a Very Important Decision in the second one. It's dynamite here. Buddies of Gorlim might want to take a look at least at the first page and see what we've got cooking for... later. ;) ;) ;) ]

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

Nick's fingertips trail the banister when he comes down the stairs into the Bar, and he squints a little, hangs back slightly in the shadow of the stairwell, watching for a moment the comings and goings of patrons, the way their mouths move, silent, in laughter and speech--the way their hands move, silent, in his field of view.

He has always been easy to overlook, the scruffy, scrawny young man, and now he slips--also silent--to the Bar, jots a note and slips it onto the Bar countertop. She gives him a beer in return.

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[argyle_princess]

It's been one of those days where nothing really bad happens, but a lot of little things go wrong in little ways.

Finding a bar in her room just seems the perfect end to the day.

Hannah Griffith is back. Still a little uncertain about this place, but here.

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[ladyfirestarter]

[At the Taos installation, Charlie gets a surprise.]



The front door opens, and Charlie McGee steps in, studying a piece of paper held loosely in one hand.

After a moment, she looks up from the paper and glances around in surprise. She hasn't been able to find a door here since January.

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[gonetocarlsbad.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael and Maria Guerin escort Hank back to Antar, where he is lectured by Michael's entire family, then thrown out

Since his return from Antar, Hank has been sitting somewhere in the main bar with a drink. Trying to either avoid thinking about what was said, or justify it to himself.

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[alas_alas]

Echo comes into the bar, face stained with tears. She quietly moves to what she would call her booth, and curls up on the seat, looking around for people that she knows.

Today has not been a good day.

Exit Post: Going Home...

[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

Warren and Kyle have their bags packed and slung over their shoulders as they come down the stairs. It's time to go home after their little mini-vacation. Otis and Harriet, the wonder mice, have their little furry faces pressed against their habitrail and are squeaking instructions to the Waitrats. Something along the lines of, "And next time we want Gouda".

Kyle's guitar is strapped to his back, while Warren's got the laptop. It's a strange trade for the both of them. As Mr. Brooks goes to Bar and pays up their tab, Mr. Garrett looks around at the place that's been home for the last few weeks. He's sad to leave Milliways, but is reassured by the fact that they have multiple doors at home. Putting on a cheerful face, the werewolf and his boyfriend wave bye to some of the people that they've met, and then head towards the door.

It's time to go back to their world, with its Stop-N-Rob gas stations and law firms.