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[steelartisan]

Piotr is here stealing Kitty's coffee when she isn't looking.

He feels content enough with the world for current lot of life. Enough to smile just a bit.

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[futures_of_ash]

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

[oom: After going swimming, Sands and Mal are cute and breaky.]

Sands is sat by the fire, damp hair curling slightly in the heat. He’s got the book with him again, but it lies unopened in his lap as he smokes.

Whatever good mood he was in yesterday, it’s gone now.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

A tired looking man wanders to a table, followed by a wait rat who carries a large tray.

Bruce is carrying quite a few books, which he sets down at a table as he sets himself down. The tray is set down next to the books. Bruce just asked for a small something to eat. Waffles and sausage and eggs and hashbrowns apparently are Bar's prescription for Bruce.

He eyes the and sighs but begins to eat.

(no subject)

[ultimatetourist.livejournal.com]

Beowulf Schaeffer is in the bar. He seems to be working on a number of different things, as evidenced by the various sheets of paper strewn about his booth, and the fact he hasn't touched his drink in an hour.

Perhaps he should be reminded of his drink? Or asked if he still wants it.

(no subject)

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Evil knits.

Evil also hops.

The hopping evil leaves two gifts for the knitting evil.

The copy of the second looks like it's been read through many times.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

OOM: After Random found out about what he'd done, waking up the morning after isn't such a pleasant thing for Ramon.

(no subject)

[withamagicword]

[OOM: Time passes after Billy and Stephanie's first talk, mind to mind. Time passes, and it doesn't go all that well. Billy reaches out to say hello again. Stephanie and he talk. Some answers are found, others made, and denial is entered into. Afterward, he continues, and things get even more uncertain for him. His thoughts turn, then, to a sister. And, finally, he and Rachel talk again, across the distance.]

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[Letter for Crowley]

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is still in the rafters. Waiting for this Tom RIddle she has heard about or perhaps even Snow. Still in a great mood after her visit with her sisters so it's hard for her to come down but she will if she see's one of the people she is looking for.




[OOC: Please, this is locked to Tom Riddle or Snow for IC clarification of misunderstanding.]

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Somewhere in the Core, Tahiri realizes that she's not taking very good care of herself or the ship.]

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht is at the Bar...and appears to be filling a rather large order. The Horta is wearing a kind of harness draped over his carapace and on either side are two large sacks.

The one on his right has a good many boxes which appear to be somewhat padded. The one on his left is half-full of more easily identifiable objects...toys to be specific.

Several of these appear on Bar's counter and are quickly placed in the bag.

Looks like Santa Horta's got plans for an early Christmas.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( OOM: life never goes where you expect it to, but at least it's always somewhere interesting )

(no subject)

[dragon_twin]

[OOM: In Camelot, Melou is cranky. Which makes Melehan cranky. They discuss dreams and offers before Melou succumbs to the lure of drugs.

Millitimed to like a week ago.]

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Adventures of Cain and Molly: Tricky Business - In Which Cain and Molly begin their journey in his world, and deal with a Business meeting. Along the way, they learn that things arent as easy as they hoped. Cain faces those he once led, while Molly tries to adapt to a whole new world.]

(no subject)

[stone-warrior.livejournal.com]

There is a gargoyle pacing the length of the bar, head down the entire way until he comes to the wall where a door should be. Then he stands and regards it before turning and making another lap in his pacing.

He came in last night and is very lost and worried. Every now and again he looks down at his own hands and glances towards the window. Something is very wrong here and it isn't just that he's seem to be in a bar at the end of the universe.

He's not as angry as he was last night, but still, approach with caution.

(no subject)

[dukeorsquire.livejournal.com]

It's very convienent to have had experience with Other Worlds prior to coming to Milliways. Terence is rather lucky; he's hardly surprised at all, when he dives into a lake in Esseex and emerges, spluttering, at the End of the Universe.

One Terence, stretched out beside the lake, dripping wet.

(no subject)

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Far, far away from the people at the piano, the Muse of Music is curled up in a booth, playing a light Celtic air on a pennywhistle. Those who know Renaissance Faire music will recognize it as "Donald, Where's Your Trousers?"*

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Coffee.

Paradoxes.

Microscope.

Content CSI.

Bother.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon s'Ffalenn is in the bar.

Forgive him if he does not stand, he can not at current time.

This is because there is very little left of him.

By "very little", we mean that every ounce of fat, and much of his muscle, has been burned away. No beguiling slenderness, no attractive and lithe form, but nearly a walking skeleton covered in flesh like darkened and dried leather that barely manages to strain across his joints.

The eyes are the same, of course, and his hair.

He's curled up in a chair, one of the soft ones, with a cup of broth and a jug of water, watching the fire as it burns.

(no subject)

[mother_lost]

*Soft harp music is filtering through one corner of the bar. Guinevere's fingers wander over the strings without much purpose, playing something repetitive in a minor key.

Something is on her mind.*

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

He's done with Ross for the morning- the stall's been mucked out and the horse fed and watered. Exercise will come later, as right now Quinn needs breakfast more than anything.

Soon, he's thinking, soon. All that's left is Dr. Tam and Lando Calrissian. The rest of the supplies he can either buy from the Bar in some capacity, or get from Calrissian himself- but one way or another, Quinn is going home soon.

It's a lovelier thought than he would've believed, after seeing a place like this, and it's put him in a very good mood. He probably wouldn't mind sharing his table.

(no subject)

[silvia-broome.livejournal.com]

It's Silvia's day off, and she's enjoying it by the lake. She doesn't think it's warm enough to take a dip in the lake. Then again, she has a odd sense of "warm."

Out of Milliways: Room 111

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

((OOM. Goldy entertains a not-entirely-unexpected visitor and coffee is not drunk. Then, after a quick confession about inebriated Kung-fu, it is drunk very quickly indeed. Rated PG-13 for adult situations.))

(no subject)

[eight_or_eleven]

Strength is sitting at a grand piano, playing random melodies while the lion lounges atop it.

Wait. Was there a piano there before?

Maybe. Maybe not.

For the sake of this post it is there, and the lion is there too.

And oh yes, there is Wheel. Standing next to the piano. Looking like the stereotypical lounge singer. Singing.

And the song he is singing is ( this )

Care to join them or talk to them or even just to dance along?

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

[OOM: In which Antigone's honor fails to be defended.]

(no subject)

[peerless_thayet]

Although she had promised to at least try and find someone to accompany her to the bar, Thayet is alone when she walks through the front door, the skirts of her simple day dress making a soft rustling sound. In her mind, she has nothing to fear from either Delia or Josiane; not when the Lioness is nearby, and she has a small dagger hidden on her person.

Greeting Bar as she would an old friend, Thayet laughs with delighted surprise when the invitation to the twins’ birthday party appears alongside her wine.

What an excellent opportunity to have a few words with Thom.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Package for Crowley]

(no subject)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Cain receives an unexpected invitation that is sure to make the start of their wandering a memorable one, then Molly reflects on her role with Cain on this trip.]]

(no subject)

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda is in the bar, carrying a slightly perplexed expression on her face and a nondescript bag over her shoulder. Any who wish to speak to her will find her wandering around, munching on fried pancakes or writing in her notebook.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in the Bar again, sprawled across a couch, reading.

It's a book on Arthurian History, and her eyes are a little glazed, but she's determined to get through it.

Don't ask why.

(no subject)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack is at a table. Jack is reading a newspaper. Jack is not smiling.

Same old story, yeah?

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard has made his way down into the bar again, looking far less scruffy-and far more awake-than he did last night. He sets the notebook he's been working on aside as he lounges in a booth, turning his attention to the rest of the bar. After spending so long staring at half-legible notes, the other patrons are a lot more interesting.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is down in the bar, perched in a booth, people-watching industrially.

And possibly smiling in a self-satified way to herself. Aubrey'll be coming home soon.

Conversation might be nice.

(no subject)

[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo sits at a table, sword hanging off the back of his chair. His expression is gloomy, his eyes cast downwards in sorrow and shame at his own foolishness.

The rush of power he had gotten, it had been more addictive than he could have imagined. Duty had kept his mind focused at first, but afterwards, days later, he felt himself craving it like a drug. But he resisted, held back, not willing to give in to such a foolish and pitiful urge. But when he had needed it, truly and really needed that surge for a good reason, he found that it was no longer within his grasp.

At first he was just disappointed, but when he had wondered if maybe there was still a way, when he had thought perhaps the boundaries and rules of his world worked differently in Milliways, he had had hope. Such made it all the more painful when he tried and failed a second time, out by the lake, far from the bar. Full of anger and shame, he stalked back to the bar.

Slowly, anger fled and left only shame. Now he sits by himself, lost in thought, and trying to figure out what in the world came over him. He'd not be against somebody to talk to, be it to cheer him up or just to distract him.

(no subject)

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

It's been a good afteroon for Foxtrot X-ray. He's got his clothes for the fashion show. He found an empty room to try them on for fit (of course, they fit perfectly) before boxing them back up to wait for the show.

But time to get back to business...the business of evangelization. A few mintues work and he's once again ensconced at a table, decked in his priestly robes with computer-tower offering plate on the floor at his feet. Proudly displayed on the table is the Newly Approved Five Commandments.

THOU SHALT NOT TORMENT THE GEEK, THE NERD OR ANY OTHER ENTITY FAR SMARTER THAN THEE LEST THOU BE SMITTEN WITH FIRE ANTS FROM ON HIGH.

INTERPET NOT MY WORDS. FOR, VERILY, I MEAN WHAT I SAY.

THOU SHALT NOT OBSTRUCT ANY GEEK’S WAY TO HER OR HIS CAFFEINE LEST THOU BE TORN ASSUNDER AND THY BALLS NAILED TO THE WALL. (IF THOU ART MALE, THAT IS. FEMALES WILL BE SIMPLY TORN ASSUNDER.)

THOU SHALT CAFFEINATE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE. AND, VERILY, EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER LEST I COME DOWN THERE AND BOOMSMITE THY ASS.

There is also a stack of folded robes that look to be copies of FX's regalia. There is a small sign by them as well.

Fellow Poobahs, remember to pick up your robes.

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[the-calcium-tm.livejournal.com]

Milkman in the Bar, eying the pool table. Consider him flummoxed. Numbered balls...? What happened to red and yellow?

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray is out and about in the Bar again. A guy can only stand it in the Infirmary so long. He's settled in at a table near the Observation Window with a big, black copy of Tobin's Spirit Guide. The silver chain that came with the book is looped several times around his table's leg. This is not to prevent the book being stolen so much as it is because every so often the book makes an attempt to get away.

Despite the fact that he's wearing an FDNY Hook and Ladder No. 8 T-shirt, he seems to think the book's behavior is perfectly normal.

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[fighting_mad]

[OOC: Millitimed to several nights ago, after a discussion in the Bar, Aeryn and Plourr go upstairs. There is doom, and then, well, things get interesting.

The aftermath is perhaps predictable.

Adult content ahoy!]

Out in the gardens...

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela had eaten an actual full breakfast before dozing off again after her rough night.

Her mother was driving her crazy with her hovering over her, and finally, Angela had been as nice as possible when she told Mom to please let her have some alone time.

Though, of course, Kim is bound to be somewhere nearby. Angela tries to block out the feeling of being watched. It makes her flesh crawl, and she adds to the scratches already on her arms if she isn't careful about it.

But at the moment, Angela is sitting in the gardens, on a patio chair. She is actually wearing a softly knit dress, which is strange, but you can hardly tell, since she's also wrapped in a blanket, shivering. The sun is fairly warm, but her body is telling her it's cold. Still, Angela is looking up at the sky for the first time in over a week.

It's beautiful.

There's a notebook and pen beside her, and the notebook is blank. There are plenty of things she could write about.

But writing them would make them real.

(no subject)

[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin's been a little scarce since meeting Simon Cole and hearing what he had to say. This is because he's terrified of running into Arnaud in the bar.

The prospect of meeting the person who betrayed you and had you killed tends to have that effect.

He's around tonight, though. Sort of hoping to see a Security person, but any friendly face will be welcome.

(no subject)

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks into the bar with two footlockers, one in each hand. From the way they swing, they look massively dense but by the way her arms look, she's able to carry them easily.

It is at a time like this when Lust would like to be least noticed. Naturally her mun is evil and would not like her to pass unnoticed. Especially by those who know and distrust her.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Tonight, Ace is determined to finish that reading she started last night, without last night's detour into dreamland. Thus, she's in her favorite booth, with the dreaded book, and some impressively hot curry to keep her awake, and naan to put the fire out.

So far, seems to be working.

Of course, this means that she's been reading this stuff for quite a bit, and she would welcome just about any chance to get away from it. Good stuff to know, yes. Interesting? Hell no.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes downstairs for her shift, in a considerably better mood than last week.

She's wearing her normal barmaid attire: jeans, sneakers and "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!" t-shirt.

She takes a tray from Bar and goes to see who she can serve tonight.

(no subject)

[pretty-nagisa.livejournal.com]

Hey, lookie what we have here! Cure Black is inna bar!

...Probably not that good of a thing, really. She looks bored.

Currently, she sits at a table, slumping in her seat.

Feel free to poke...

(no subject)

[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Jack Shepherd steps through, a gun in his hand, and he's glancing back over his shoulder, yelling something, something about grabbing those guns.

They'll need 'em.

He turns around and stops, noticing the bar, now. "Uh, Sawyer, be right back." He shuts the door (checking it's still there) and walks resolutely towards the Bar, and orders a beer.

He needs it.

(no subject)

[dnd-thief.livejournal.com]

Sheila, back of a booth, still with her nose buried an a game boy.

Coke.

Fries.

Content.

Bother?

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells has decided he likes the booth a few away from the Observation Window best. It gives a decent view of the patrons, and it's not too far for his trips to the Bar for refills- those can't be helped, thanks to the wait-rats' attitudes. Might as well minimize them where he can, especially since tonight he's going over his plans again- photographs, floor plans, detailed lists of research projects- and writing down, or crossing out, names.

(no subject)

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal Lecter is in the bar, sipping wine and enjoying being far away from Foxtrot X-Ray.

There is nothing to see here. Move along, please, citizen.

(no subject)

[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

He's at the fire, watching the flames with a sweet little smile. His hands are on the handle to his cane and he leans on it from his seat, face illuminated by the bright red light in a way that looks... utterly natural. There's a glass of wine on the coffee table and a small bowl of dolmas there as well sitting among some slices of lemon and a bit of bread.

He's in. He's relaxing.

Three for the price of one

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is over by the fire, drying out his socks.

Looks like it's raining in Holby, again. He's soaked through and hasn't even got as far as noticing the leaking blue smudge coming from his pocket.

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Near the bar is Snowball, eating a large apple and watching the people go past.

He has a little smudge of soil between his trotters, evidence that someone's been in the garden today.

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Shufti is in a corner booth with Jack, poking experimentally at a piece of carrot cake the bar gave her. She doesn't look entirely sure what it is.

[ooc: Please to be being nice to the mun. She is sick and fell over her own bike, which was very embarrassing.]

(no subject)

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

Peach inna bar, perched over on the mantelpiece. She's up to the usual - gnawing at the mantel, occasionally pausing to scream obscenities or lines from movies like she's got a serious case of Tourette syndrome.

Someone who's paying close attention might notice that she's keeping a bit closer eye on the crowd than usual.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Murmurs of Unrest]

(no subject)

[iambetadraconis]

Some days you just don't feel in the mood for company.

Some days you just can't stand the pack of people that makes up Milliways.

Some days you just have to get away.

Even if "away" means "outside" and not "home".

He packs up the book he was reading in the Darkened Corner of the Bar™—made all the easier by the little light that's been following him about since morning and heads outside for a little solitude.

Or maybe a walk about the lake. That'll do.

Yes. A walk by the lake sounds good.

So outside he goes. For that much-desired walk.




Ah, solitude...

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

Blodwen noticed the House of Arch owl last night.

This was a bad, bad thing.

OOM: A surprise and most unwelcome guest in the House of Arch

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Talking of bombs.]

(no subject)

[hello-cally.livejournal.com]

West comes into the bar looking worn out, but he is mostly convinced that he can shake it off. It has been... a very long, very eventful, and not exactly good day. In his arms he carries a largish, flat, cloth-wrapped package.