(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: After Mal and Kaylee's ultimate fight of ultimate destruction, Mal and Zoe have a wee chat. It goes well.

Uh huh.

What actually does go well sans sarcasm is Mal's dream, featuring a Very Special Sekrit Guest, horses, stars and much abuse of precious.

Of course, it's not all that sekrit if you read the tags... :D?]

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

[OOM: From here]

Agatha strides into the bar, an odd device under her arm. She blinks at the sudden shift in surroundings, then grins for the fortunate timing. She calls back behind her, "All right, pass them to me and I'll position them for easier pickup once I retrieve the dray. You've done enough for today, Lars, Yeti."

The pair trailing behind her can't see the bar, the view obstructed by the larger, rust-covered pieces of machinery they're carrying. As soon as she has everything through, she quickly closes the door before they have a chance to see. She brushes her braid back over her shoulder, removes a small book from one of her vest pockets and beams.

"Now I can really get to work . . ."

Soon she's retrieved her notes from Bar, shifted a table next to the pile of rusted contraptions, and returned to work on her designs. Feel free to approach.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

[OOM: Arthur replies to Guinevere's most recent letter.]

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River has a milkshake.

And a barstool.

And a curly straw. It doesn't work very well for milkshakes, which is why there's a spoon too, but it's the principle of the thing.

Life, at least for the moment, is pretty good.

(It's Milliways, and she's River Tam, and she's a Joss Whedon character. So that could always change. But, for this moment, she has a chocolate milkshake, and that sums the situation up nicely.)

Exit Post

[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

Johnny's in his room, upstairs, when he hears it.

The howling.

Something about it just ... doesn't seem right. Something about the sound cuts straight through his soul.

He gets to his feet, leaving the radio he'd been listening to unattended, and runs down through the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's changing as he runs, until it's a coyote that sprints out to the lake, paws pounding the grass until he reaches the water's edge.

Nothing.

Only the circle, burned into the ground.

He can smell blood, though.

Blood ... and ... and snow. "Sky-cloud and soft feathers, is her scent, light flower perfume mixed with snow and magic..."

He doesn't know her name. He doesn't know her face. But he knows, and that is enough. He knows ... and so he throws back his head and howls, only once, before lying down at the edge of the lake.

He sniffs at the grass, hoping to catch even the faintest scent of Coyote, some lingering memory beyond the charcoal smell that fills the air. But that is all he dares to afford himself. She is not truly gone, of course - but the threat still remains, whoever she is. And therefore, the Bar is not safe.

The Bar is not safe, and the balance is upturned for the moment. It's not something he dares to repair on his own. Perhaps it's better to go where it's safe.

He shifts back, carefully, gets to his feet, and pads back into the Bar. Anyone who's met the luck god might notice an absence of his usual smile.

Stepping up to the bar, he takes up a cocktail napkin and a pen. Scrawling on the napkin, he slides it across the surface.

"Hey, bar? Make sure Ray gets this. The Ray in the infirmary. Okay? ... Thanks."

With a weary sigh, he turns toward the door. As he swings it open, there's a draft of cold, dry desert air, and a few sand dunes are visible from the bar.

One slow glance over his shoulder, and then he steps through the door into the Nevada wilderness.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

Will steps into the bar. He's barely a yard in before he stiffens like a pointing dog, his head snapping up and all his attention shifting visibly to a group on the stairs.

Almost all his attention, at any rate. His eyes flick towards the lake door even as he starts to move towards the stairway in a purposeful stalk that is nothing at all like his usual boy's amble.

[OOC: Plotlocked, please and sorry! If you want to notice him feel free, but he will be rather too preoccupied to stop and talk to anyone.]

(no subject)

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Through the magic of millitime, Sands is both in the bar and out of it!

He’s sat at a table in the corner, looking a great deal... if not happier, then calmer than he has for the past few days. No cigarette for once. Instead, he has a square of brightly coloured cardboard- a postcard, perhaps- between his fingers, and is tapping its edges idly against the tabletop, his expression vacant.

(no subject)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

There are notes left with the Bar, written in what would be excellent handwriting if the writer hadn't been in such a rush.

( Caspian )

( Alanna )

( Svava )

The bases having been covered, she's free to go.

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

[OOM: River and Mal have a chat. Nothing much happens. Sometimes, that's pretty significant in itself.]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[Letter to the Tonks-Wrangles]

OOM: No Rest For The Wicked

[princeinexile]

[OOM: Zuko's dreams are not what they could be.]

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

[OOM: After learning of Stephanie's grounding and not getting any answers, Billy flees back to the Rock. There, after much pacing and frustration, he uses their link to reach out and talk to her. He finally learns about recent events and things do not go well at all. Warnings for teenage angst and Rated W for Woe and O for Ouch as two hearts break.]

Breakfast Waitstaff On Duty

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

Anakin is behind the bar preparing a tray of food for patrons. He orders some caf and begins sipping it. He's not quite used to working breakfast but he'll deal. He places some orange juice and coffee, even a milk on the tray in a precise manner.

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

This vampire, despite Lawrence's return and the note from Aubrey, is not really happy. This may have something to do with Angela's return, or her conversation with Sands, or even the dark stone door that she cannot open. Whatever the reason, she's curled in a booth with a cup of coffee and a breakfast roll that Bar gave her and refused to take back.

So she's dissecting it carefully, eyes dark and quiet and carefully scannning the bar, making sure to watch the stairs or the entrances once every few minutes.

Eventually, she sits back, and just watches.

(no subject)

[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Martha Adams enters the bar, pulls her hair out of the short pony-tail that she had it up in, and goes to pick up a sandwich and a glass of something cold to eat.

Spring seems to be turning into summer faster than ever it has before, and her garden is growing as though magic was working on it.

And after a long day of weeding and dealing with calls from Washington, she wants dinner in a place where she will not be watched by wide, still too-empty eyes.

(no subject)

[3nanashi]

Quietly, Trowa enters the bar and, without seeming to look around, takes a seat at a free table.

He's got something which is nominally a cup of tea.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[In the infirmary: Angela's friends are invited to visit her in the infirmary. The mun can make no promises as to how talkative she'll be, though.]


[ooc: will be around later on in the day, slowtime in effect till then.]

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom wanders into the bar. Sits down.

Wonders if it's too early for drinks.*

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There are handprints burned into this table.

Not that Steph'd admit to picking the table for that reason. It's just a good place to sulk, over by the observation window, out of the way. Her stupid brother who she's not TALKING TO ANY MORE won't have anything to complain about.

She's anxiously folding and unfolding a slightly dog-eared note, and there's a notepad and pen on the table staring accusingly up at her, waiting for an answer.

She's been sitting there for half an hour and she hasn't written a word yet.

(no subject)

[astral-brat.livejournal.com]

Small boy count in the bar: n+1.

Ben's just in from training with Jacen, which is a bit more tiring than a regular day at the Academy (because Academy stuff's easy, he'll tell you that any day, that's why he hardly even goes). So he's not quite as hyper as usual, and is content to just sit in a booth with a milkshake, leaning back against the seat.

...

Oh, but he does have a holocam. Did we mention that? Might be filming you from his booth.

It's a pretty shiny, if small, holocam.

(Force bless Wyn Fel.)

(no subject)

[not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com]

There is a burned circle on the ground out by the lake.

And there is an old man standing at the edge of it, leaning heavily on his stick.

Birds can't shed tears. But he's singing words few here will recognise, voice creaky, singing for Coyote.

Later, there will be cold calm and dangerous intent. But for now, there is mourning for what is lost. All in its own time.

(no subject)

[not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com]

Behold! The masked hero quotient in the bar has just gone up by one.

This brings the number up to 'some'

This one in particular was sharpening and polishing a pair of throwing knives, balanced for someone with far more graceful hands than his own.

Belated mother's day present perhaps.

Go ahead and talk to him all the same, he likes people.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

Tom was out by the lake earlier today, preparing for the birthday ball. He'd been most disturbed to discover scorched earth and the lingering traces of wild magic - disturbed, wild magic - near the site he'd planned.

Not to be defeated, he'd simply moved to the opposite side of the lake. The walkway from the bar to the enchanted canvas tent enclosing the ballroom would simply need to be extended. He did decide to stop by Security on his way back to the House to get ready.

And now the time had come for Ingress's Princess Birthday Ball. Guests are received by the birthday girl and her co-hostess, Princess Amy.

Guests are mingling at the tables stacked high with delicious party treats or at the smaller circular tables arranged in clusters for viewing the dance floor, where the birthday girl is dancing the night away, along with the rest of her beautifully-dressed guests.

Do come join the fun. Everyone's invited.

(Except Blodwen Rowlands, of course.)

OOC: If you tag Amy or Ingress and we don't answer for a bit, we will as soon as we can.

Exit Post

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

After deciding that they will be taking a trip, Molly and Cain wind their way through the bar, and out the back door with a purpose. Once they are a reasonable distance away from anyone who might accidentally wander by, Molly turns to Cain and grins.

“It’ll be just like last time…you go through first, and I’ll follow and close the gate behind us.”

He nods, and adjusts the bag on his shoulder as Molly draws her wand and opens the gate to Cain’s vault in San Francisco.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

As of last night, a note is on the bulletin board in the bar:

Friends of Angela Edmunds;

Angela is in the infirmary for a few days, but she'll be all right. She's likely to be sleeping but should be up for visitors some time on Saturday. I'm sure she'll be glad to see you.

-Jack Bauer

There are also notes left with the bar for every Security member, containing ( the following )

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is in the bar, still showing the marks of his fight with Mordred - which include a black eye, among other bruises - but ignoring them.

He's on duty.

(no subject)

[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

 [Pre-Milliways: Cora is Sneaky]
Cora ducks into Milliways with a satchel hanging off of her arm, spots the sign heralding Ingress' birthday with a smile, and politely asks a waitrat where she might change clothes.

She returns from the ladies' room in a much nicer dress, leaves her satchel with a waitrat along with some coin, and heads towards the outdoors.

It's not often she's invited to a party.

[OOC: Tag if y'wish, but please ping at TLvop because I'll be paying attention to the party. :D]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[Letter to Crowley]

(no subject)

[wizard-kit.livejournal.com]

Kit is fodder for a GIP not, for once, actually asleep in the bar, but coming downstairs, fully awake, with a backpack over his shoulder.

And a couple of lists.

And a magazine.

Finding himself a table, the magazine, a small pen and a tablet from his backpack are placed on said table's surface. "Find me one I'd like?" he asks of the magazine, whose pages begin to flip.

Kit likes people, remember.

(no subject)

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Millitime invoked.

Out of the infirmary is good- even if Wellard is moving stiffly, and carefully. He may still be on the mend- but he alive, and will be better, and now well enough to be in the bar, with his papers and plans.

And some of it is the resolve that- yes. He will be down in the bar, to sit at a table, and make out lists for materials needed to start work on the first ship design, and no one can say or do otherwise. Wellard make take a more prudent seat where he can see people come and go-

But he will be in the bar.

(no subject)

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Seven floating leather- and flax- covered packages enter Milliways and settle down next to the Bar.

Exactly one minute later, a wizard enters, dressed in a high-collared tunic-robe of emerald green velvet with a thin white flax undershirt and pale green tights with snake-skin boots. Over his arm is a long dark green satin over-robe and in his hand are his black gloves.

He looks around with a self-satisfied smile on his lips.

He sets himself down at a table to wait for a while before going to Ingress's party.

Making an entrance is making a statement.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

The door opens from Las Vegas and Jack enters the bar.

To say that he looks shaken and distressed would be a fair assessment.

He needs explanations. At the very least.

(no subject)

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

She'd had a sneaking sense of Dread all day, strong enough that her concentration was off and she hadn't been able to get into the bar until just now.

It was worse here, and not as bad all at the same time. She didn't like it, not at all.

Something was very, very wrong.

She just couldn't pinpoint what yet.

(no subject)

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

(When dopamine levels subsequently fall, users experience a dysphoric ‘crash’.)

Diet Coke (no ice, twist of lemon) death-gripped in one hand, slouched into a booth. Add aviator-style shades (Ray-Bans, naturally,) the well-pressed if slightly ashy guayabera, distressed chinos (Ralph Lauren relaxed-fitting pants in rugged cotton chino in a color known as Burmese tan,) loafers (Imported Hamlin, dark brown calfskin. An elegant leather loafer with deck-shoe detailing,) disheveled sun-bleached hair and a day's worth of scruff.

(The 'crash' can last from 9 hours to 4 days and may consist of agitation, depressed moods, insomnia to hypersomnolence, and initial drug craving.)

(no subject)

[sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com]

A bit of blood... a bit of water... what else is there when it comes to a bio weapon who exerts herself to the point of exhaustion? So, we have an Alice in the Bar sporting a bit of blood and dripping water. Though she places a towel onto the booth she normally sits at and lays out on the towel. She doesn't seem too worried about the blood... either that or she just doesn't give a damn. And no one can make her give a damn either. She lets her unnatural eyes close and tries to make her body relax.

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles has been around to some extent, but mostly back in his world. Occasionally stopping in to access the library here.

He entered the bar, and recieved a note. He then headed to the back where Peter had taken notice of the scorched area outside in the grass, and was using a PKE meter and a Giga-meter as well on it.

"Peter, I got your note, what happened?"

"Not sure, Jeeves, other than some serious shit went on back here. Getting some ugly readings I'm gonna be wanting to pass on to Ray and Egon."

Giles frowned as he studied it as well, not liking the look of it at all.

-----

Elsewhere, before attending the party, a white fox briefly went over to sniff at the edges of it, and do his own investigating before heading off.

(ooc: not plotlocked, it's a multi-pup post, feel free to talk to any of the group. Particularly Venkman and Giles. Though fox!Draco's available as well.)

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOM: Early on Friday afternoon, Crowley's waiting for a call. He gets one.]

[Warning for some adult content ahead, amigos.]

(no subject)

[blue_eyed_lord]

Aphelise seems quite comfortable at his table, reading a book on the history of space flight. A glass of dark wine sits before him. Occasionally, his bright blue eyes glance around the room. Just watching, for now.

Do come chat. He always likes to meet new people.

(no subject)

[notanormalfox.livejournal.com]

There's a Fox Mulder in the bar!He requires the least brainpower to play honestly

It's been a long and harrowing few weeks for his mun but he's here flipping through a book of psychology.

Please! Bother!

(no subject)

[needsnewtoaster.livejournal.com]

Orlin comes in covered from head to toe in mud and disappears upstairs for a shower. About half an hour later, freshly scrubbed and his hair still sliightly damp, he comes back down and sits by the fireplace with a very large bowl of mint chocolate chip chocolate icecream..

Yummy.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace doesn't want to be in the bar, not overly much, but when Moiraine discovered the lack of food on the TARDIS there hadn't been much choice. So they come in through the back door - the listless pyro back in her usual hard-wearing coat and slacks, Moiraine still in the fluffy pink dress she wore to Ingress' party, neither of them talking at the moment. They take a table in one of the quieter areas of the bar and settle down to the business of dinner.

At least, Moiraine does.

Ace seems content to make interesting abstract art out of hers.

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cain and Molly take a trip to one of his vaults and discover that there is more to learn there than they thought. Rated M for Memory.]

(no subject)

[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a little perkier this evening, Mal is perched on a barstool and sketching swords again - or, occasionally, people. Still not very good, it could be her hands are a little shakier then they have been lately. Still, that's neither here nor there, and at least she's smiling.

Come bother?

(no subject)

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

(OOM: How a former reality tv star gets a new job as a Guide Researcher:

Step 1: Meet another guide, namely that frood, Ford Prefect. Find out about the exciting lifestyle, and harrowing times of a researcher for The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Step 2: Arrange a meeting time, around noonish, so there's been time for a light snack.

Step 3: Meet at scheduled time, making sure to have the above mentioned light snack, and of course, a towel. Meet another frood, Arthur Dent.

Step 4: Head out for fun times abroad the EVA pod, aka Apple, and hear rousing stories. And find out just how slimy or not is the very valuable Babelfish.

Step 5: Head to the Guide Offices on lovely Trintranix Five, be slightly confused about strange signs. Make friends with the elevator. Get some odd looks about sign confusion. Get to the office, and get some more confusion, and questions of sanity from employer. Sign paperwork. Pick up supplies to start the new, fast-paced and exciting (of course this means dangerous) life of a Guide researcher.)

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

[ In his room, he dreams. Warnings for the mun letting her inner HP fen come out to play. ]

Jack is at a booth with a cup of coffee and a book. It's a good book, really. His mouth is simply drawn into a line because he's in a generic bad mood. Not a mood that will make him snark at people, but don't expect any sudden bursts of excitement or glee to come from this one.

(no subject)

[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

The Front Door opened, and Truman walked in with some supplies, including his towel again. He waved back to a couple of people.

"Bye Arthur, Bye Ford. Thanks for everything, and see ya later, froods!"

He beamed as he glanced around the bar, completely unaware of the recent DOOM.

He then yelled happily, "I GOT THE JOB! WHOO-HOOO!" There was likely also a happy dance.

(no subject)

[agnes_nitt]

[after this]

[OOM: In the cells, Agnes explains herself to Sharpe.]

(no subject)

[diamndcourtesan.livejournal.com]

She's been around. It's just an optical illusion if you haven't seen her.

Satine. Red dress. Plate of something called panang curry, which the mun is certainly not enjoying at this very moment.

Hello.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Here's a Mercutio, there's a Mercutio, everywhere a Mercutio. Mercutio!

Okay, reports of multiple Mercutios may have been greatly exaggerated (but wouldn't that be fun?). Still, there's a a single, solitary Mercutio reading a... book. You know the kind. Lurid covers, titles like, "An Eastern Romance", and far too much description to be healthy.

He's finding it rather amusing.

(no subject)

[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After her confrontation in the bar, Anghared meets a friendly face upstairs]

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Harry Wells is in the Bar tonight, settled in at one of the booths with a great many papers and several manila envelopes. He's had dinner, and he's got beer, but he's not paying much attention to it. The black-and-white aerial photographs he's going over are an entirely different story.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: I spy. No warnings, and no, it shouldn't make sense yet.]

Guppy comes into the bar and hesitates briefly, looking back at the door he just came through. Unable to put his finger on what exactly has replaced the portal turbulance he was experiencing before, he shrugs it off as an anomoly again and heads over to the bar.

He sits down on the nearest barstool, gets a cup of tea and starts to do the Su doku from his newspaper.

(no subject)

[shufti]

Shufti comes in from Amanda's place in London, carrying Jack, and heads over to one corner.

She orders bread and soup from a waitrat, then settles down to read a story to the baby.

(no subject)

[jack_inthegreen]

[ooc: OOM, literally: Jack does what he does best: makes things grow.

The scorched earth outside will be healed in the morning. Rain tonight.]

[done with Coyote-mun and mod permission. enjoy the rain.]

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

There is, as it happens, an Omnian priest in the bar.

His collar is surprisingly relaxed tonight, which is indicative either of his mood or of a dearth of starch.

Either way, he's sitting at a table, nursing a mug of tea.*

The Book of Om is, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen.



*For a given definition of the word "tea." In this case, it should be understood that the contents of the mug constitute "dinner."

... Hey. For all he knows, it's a fast month.

(no subject)

[invisible-lyle.livejournal.com]

There is one Lyle Norg, in the bar, at a table. He wandered down from the upstairs a few minutes ago, in hopes of finding something interesting - but it's hard to find something interesting when you're feeling restless.

There are so many things he could find to be entertained by, but in the end, apparently he's settled for his own devices - staring intently as his own hand as he turns it invisible and then back again. Invisible... back again.... invisible.... you get the picture.

Might you come and entertain him? He's not doing such a good job by himself.

(no subject)

[copper-fray.livejournal.com]

The couch is really quite comfortable, and that is at least one of the reasons why Erin is sitting on it right now.

In fact, that may well be the only reason.

She's got her feet tucked up on the cushions, and her Security badge is in its usual place on her shoulder.

Aside from that detail, this is pretty much Erin when she's relaxing.

Nobody pass out, now.

(no subject)

[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

(OOM: In which Johnny takes a walk in the Nevada desert, reminisces, and inadvertently sends himself on a sort of vision quest.)

( Plot-locked, of course. Unless you happen to be howling_laugh, in which case, feel free to drop by in a dream or two. ;D )

(no subject)

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

"WAKE UP, ICHIGOOOOOOO!!"

The cry seems to come from a long ways off, as well as something that sounds like a muffled explosion, and then the door bursts (explodes also works to describe it) open. This would be because of the fifteen year old Shinigami flying through it, crashing into a table or two before stopping.

The door swings shut on its own, perhaps because Ichigo's father, for all his good intentions, creates a sort of danger zone around himself and Ichigo whenever the two are in the same room. Speaking of the strawberry boy, he stands, rubs his head sorely, and stumbles his way sleepily towards the bar. He is, for once, not in his Shinigami robes, and not carrying his sword. Instead, he wears a simple t-shirt, and boxers. Upon arrival at the bar, he orders a bowl of cereal, orange juice, and to have it put on his tab which he will pay as soon as he actually has money.

The yellow stuffed animal in his hand begins squirming and crying out curses at Ichigo, who puts the thing wearily on the bar counter. "Damn it Ichigo," the little toy yells at him, shaking a stuffed fist, "I told you not to grab me when we heard your father coming! I could have avoided that whole thing if you hadn't grabbed onto me! I could have just laid there and pretended to be a normal toy, but noooo, you didn't trust me to stay there without you watching me, well-"

By now, Ichigo's food has arrived, and he's tuning out Kon. It's morning for him, and to hell with anybody who says otherwise. It's too early to think coherently anyways.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Snow is seated by the observation window, curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and tray of fried paradoxes. She's in a contemplative mood, just sitting back and watching the universe die away.

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Millitimed after the party, and there was a white fox slinking around outside. Making sure to avoid the forests (demon bunnies), and that scorched patch of earth as well. Already looked it over earlier, and wanting nothing more to do with it.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim is going to get another coffee, she's on her way back to the infirmary when she spots her Dad and Ramon near the wall. They're talking, no, more than talking, her Dad is moving to open the door. There's only one reason she can think of for Dad and Ramon to be anywhere together, and it's not good. She's not convinced that Ramon is at fault, maybe more in denial than anything else, but one thought filters through, if Ramon shapeshifts...

She channels briefly and sends a thought of love and support to Angie, apologizing that she'll be late in getting back.

Then, rushes to the still open door and barely makes it through before it closes.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha is happily settled at Bar. She has her research books, design sketches, notebooks, and random scraps of paper carefully spread around her. She's humming in her usual odd tune, and occasionally one of her small clanks will give her a small poke as a reminder that food and beverages must occasionally be consumed.

(no subject)

[uncommongardenr.livejournal.com]

OOM: In the wake of Blodwen Rowlands' return, Dickon and his mother talk about a few things.]

(no subject)

[uncommongardenr.livejournal.com]

It's raining as he steps out of the greenhouse, so Dickon runs the short distance to the bar, jacket pulled up around his ears.

Inside, he shakes himself off, removing jacket and cap--and taking care to remove the sprig of apple flowers from the jacket, pinning it to his shirt instead as he walks toward the bar.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes in, hastily, and looks around.

He's looking for Morgan, specifically, but would welcome other company.

(no subject)

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Inari first came to Milliways and since she left, she's been wondering if she was just imagining the place. In fact she's almost convinced herself she was imagining it, no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise: Thomas is in Chicago, not in a bar at the end of the universe.

So when she opens the door to the small two bedroom apartment that she shares with Bobby and finds herself instead at Milliways, she is more than pleasantly surprised. She grins and head to the bar to order a coke, which she sips while looking around for Thomas, or any of the others she met on her first visit.

Of course, she'd be more than happy to meet someone new as well...

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: And now, for your reading pleasure -

What We Did On Our TARDIS Vacation: By Princess Moiraine, Age Six, Lady Ace, Age Five, and The Incomparable Raven, Age Four and a Half.

Rated FTW for... well. Yes. No warnings to speak of, unless you're a monster terrorizing London. Millitimed to May 10th.)