Note, and vanishing act

[princeinexile]

[Millitimed to Midafternoon, after lunch, and after this.]

Zuko came back inside, the picture of bewilderment. He stopped at the bar only to ( Scribble a note for Stephanie. )

After that, he vanished upstairs into his suite.

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[gravity_shifter]

There is a new occupant and note in the cells/Security office.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is glad when her grandfather finally comes downstairs so they can go out of the bar.

"You ready, sweetheart?" he asks, and Angela grins.

"Definitely ready," she says, shouldering her bag. There are enough clothes for about five days, and she has no books with her--just notebooks, and pens.

She's going to try to deal with things. Inside, it's like there's a part of her that's locked away, and she doesn't feel things as she probably should.

Most of the time, she doesn't feel much of anything at all. And sometimes, she's just hurt and confused and scared all at once.

She had cried with Steph, but that was the last time. There were times when she'd wanted to, but no tears would come. She would stare off into the darkness while trying to sleep, her tears and pain bottled up somewhere in the region of her heart, feeling as if she would die.

Wanting to die, sometimes. And knowing how she would do it if she did.

But now, Angela looks up at her grandfather, and takes his hand, and together they go out of the door.

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

There's a Mercutio in the bar, picking stable dirt from underneath his fingernails and irritatedly brushing his dripping hair away from his eyes. Today was a swimming day.

Have at.

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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is sitting by the window, today, not the fire. She has her own fire. No golden warmth for her though, but a fierce blue searing cold. Just one sole flickering flame, small, curled in the palm of her hand. She's staring at it with an odd mixture of fascination and fear. Perhaps obsession would be a better term.

It is still her magic, that much is certain. But it's more alive. More a thing of it's own. And more powerful.

It scares her.

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[withoutanydoubt.livejournal.com]

The bar, it seems, is determined not to let Riza finish her letter. Or perhaps it is determined to help her avoid questions she does not wish to answer. Either way, Riza's here again, pen and stationary at hand. She is far more occupied with watching the bar than with writing, however. Even were it not something she's been having difficulty with, this might be so.

She'd been heading out to buy some groceries when she'd stepped through the doorof her appartment and found herself at Milliways. Not the most unpleasant place to spend an afternoon off, and so she had decided to stay for a spell.

A day off means civilian clothing. Her gun is even out of sight, hidden in her bag. While the absence of her uniform and obvious weaponry does nothing to lessen her serious and guarded demeanor, it does soften her somehow. Riza is far from unapproachable.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Gorlim and Namo do the lovers' quarrel thing, and then make up. Gorlim gives a dissertation on the meaning of home. Namo demonstrates odd things to put in one's mouth. There are flowers where flowers were not before! Millitimed to like four days ago. >.> Warnings for very mild non-graphic quasi-sexual... thinging.]

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[song_tra_bong]

[OOM: Millitimed to Gorlim's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (aka May 18), after the airing of some grievances, Mary Anne hauls him out the front door for a mental health break in Vietnam. They get some fresh air, wander in circles, and even wax a little philosophical on what it means to belong to a place you never should have seen.]

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to...Thursday, Angie goes through a little withdrawal, and plans are made.]

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Artist's block]

Santino opened the door to the bar, this time without the pleasant automobile awaiting him at the curb visible behind him. Dressed somewhat in his usual thoroughfare- black suede pants, polished black shoes. Crisp collard shirt, top two buttons undone. For once, sans his iconic leather jacket or any of it's deritives. Hair slightly longer than usual, though much shorter than it previously had been. A slightly different style, tonight.

Santino ordered himself a red wine and several glasses, somehow managing to balance these on the journey to his selected table. Out in the open, highly visible and with more than one empty chair welcome to be filled.

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is quiet when she comes down the stairs into the bar. Quiet, and though she's tried to hide it, it's obvious that she both hasn't slept much, and has been crying.]

[still.]

[she orders some food and wine and book from the Bar herself, and curls into a booth like nothing is wrong]

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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha wanders down to the bar, and drops a note off for Jaina Solo, grabbing some boxes from bar, before heading back up.

( Jaina Solo )

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[the_seafarer]

Ostensibly, Caspian is outside working on the Hope. Certainly he has been out all morning, sanding and painting and now he is sitting near the unrigged boat, making certain that all of the sheets have made it through the winter in one piece.

His sudden need to be outside certainly has nothing to do with the sudden and rather unexpected arrival of two very domineering dragon twins to his room in the House. Naturally not.

Even if he does look a little singed round the edges.

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

There was a masked hero in the bar again, but only long enough to realize where he was, smile, shake his head and head out to the lake.

After that there was a masked hero out by the lake, working on acrobatics. Simple things really, handsprings and handstands, leaps and rolls.

He'd probably welcome company, or conversation, or both, just mind the knives he's practicing with.

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[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Upstairs, Rilian is not sleeping well.]

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[nita_callahan]

[Upstairs: Nita and Gavroche talk, as wizard to wizard and friend to friend.]

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[OOM: upstairs, after Alanna]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

At some point, in the middle of the day, Ace wanders in from the back and orders a large plastic tub from the Bar. She then promptly takes her prize and heads back out.

A little while later, a slightly damp Ace returns, and orders newspapers. Lots of them. They appear in a large stack, newspapers from all over the world (and some very much not from Earth). Ace takes these as well, and a with a little more care this time, goes back outside.

A little longer after that, Ace comes back once more, and makes another order. She's rewarded with a large plastic bag of grey fluffy stuff. She slings this over her shoulder, and turns to head back out.

C'mon. You know you're curious. It's not healthy to suppress curiosity.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive... In which Mark has a rather large dose of reality.]

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[tragic_mask]

In the shadows-- a Melpomene, sitting in a dark corner all alone, nursing a  mug of black coffee in one hand and holding a smoking cigarette in the other. Glass ashtray nearby- several butts still glow in the ash. She looks depressed, but that's nothing new.

Just come and bother her until she stops being moody, or at least get her to stop with the nicotine. (This could take some work.)

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[alwaysroomforhope]

In an entry post that's not completely an excuse to show off a new icon, but probably mostly is, Steph's outside, over the lake and the forest, practicing on her skaterug.

Well - more off than on, technically - it's surprisingly steady, even when you push yourself off from a handstand and somersault twice, letting it go under tree branches while you go over, and land on your hands again. She's pulled that one off seven times now, and only fallen twice - and no serious injuries, either, just a couple of scratches from when she tried it too near the Whomping Willow. (It didn't approve.)

One of these'd be so much fun in Gotham.

[ETA: OOC: I vanish, la. Curse you all for not being awake at stupid o'clock your time when I wanted you, etc, etc, as usual if you want a thread tag anyway and I'll pick up inna morning or whenever I get home. ♥, W.]

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[young_tmriddle]

Tom walks in from the House of Arch to leave two notes in the bar. One is for Draco and one is for Salazar Slytherin. In the main text of Draco's letter, Tom asks Draco to do some specific research in Salazar's library in lieu of coming to the House of Arch library. In Salazar's, he asks if this favor might be possible, as he could use the help.

However, both also contain a brief summary of what's happened in the House of Arch, but that text is magically hidden from anyone but the person intended to read it.

Despite this fact, he whispers "Take care no one else sees these." to Bar as he pats her wood surface. He looks tired and strained as he ducks back into the House.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

The door opened, and a partially slimed Ghostbuster emerged into the bar. Some of the slime was ectoplasm, though some of it was baby spit up. The kids being little germ factories they are, were currently sick. Oscar with a cold, and Maria with an upset stomach. Troubles of parenthood.

He debated getting a drink, and decided to go for a walk out back first. Had a lot on his mind. Stuff from home, plus two people currently tops on his S list. Namely Peck, and also the white witch-bitch who made a comeback tour of the bar.

He strolled around the lakeside, and considered maybe meditating to try to destress. Evn though a punching bag, or target practice with the pack sounded even better.

(Be vewwy quiet, I'm hunting demon wabbits. Huh-huhhhhh....) Elmer Fudd as a Ghostbuster?

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[namo]

Námo has been spending more and more time outside. The weather was warming and he often found himself out by the lake.

This afternoon was no different.

He had to be out here, away from the bar, because Ruin had Gorlim again tonight.

Another night where his lover would come back to him, broken in some new, unimaginative way.

Tall, hair dark and eyes darker, he stands near the lake, barefoot, wearing only trousers and a loose tunic.


[OOC: All tags will be millitimed to before Mary Anne's thread.]

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

Out of Milliways:

Never Enough

[OOC: Warning for violence and matricide.]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands by the fire, with his feet on the coffee table and an arm sprawled across the back of his sofa. You’d almost think he was comfortable, if it weren’t for the way his lips purse around his cigarette with a scowl.

It may be worth noting that, from where he’s sitting, one has a near-perfect view of where a door should be.

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[withamagicword]

[OOM: After the break-up, weeks pass for Billy, but time seems to stand still.]

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[ten_of_swords]

[OOM: Mary Anne comes looking for Ruin, ready to kick ass. Instead, there is some odd heart-to-heart, a confession from Ruin, and then rutting on the rooftop under the rain. Warnings for major, explicit smut.]

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[gravity_shifter]

Sometime last night, a note was left at the bar for Nita Callahan:

Nita Callahan,

Havelock Vetinari has been taken to the cells for attacking a bar patron and wished that you be notified of his whereabouts. Please do not hesitate to notify a member of Security if you wish to visit him.

~Sikozu Shanu

Multi-pup post

[capt_angie]

Outside, a solitary figure flies on a broom over the lake. She loops and swerves, flies as high as she can and then dives for the ground, pulling up just in time for her knees to skim the clear water.
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In the bar, Drusilla and Miss Edith are sitting in a booth. Dru is brushing the tangle's out of the doll's dark hair. Untouched on the table is a cup of camomile tea- cold now- and a slice of sponge cake.
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Sitting by the fire, Helga is making something out of scraps of material. At first it looks like nothing much, but as she stitches more of the material together, something begins to take shape. Helga is making a rag doll.
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Finally, Inari Raith sit's at the bar. She has a glass of coke in her hand and a basket of fried paradoxes on bar in front of her (she doesn't know that they are fried paradoxes, she just asked for a vegetarian snack and the bar provided Ratty's specialty).

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker scribbles something on a napkin before heading through the door with Thom.

"This is for Lawrence," Parker says, watching it disappear. "Thanks."

( Note for Lawrence )

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

[OOMs: Atton dreams and shortly after waking up is given gifts.]

Atton stumbles into the bar, staring around and steadying himself on the wall as the door closes behind him. He looks subtly different than when he left - unarmed, completely bewildered, staring round with wide eyes and gaping. The ring finger on his left hand is missing and he's clutching a bag like it might vanish at any moment.

For the moment, he seems unable to move. Shock'll do that to a person.

[Plotlocked.]

OOM/Exit Post

[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

Kyle heads to Bar and leaves a note with her and a key for Quinn Abercromby.

( Note for Quinn. )

After making sure that everything's alright, Kyle joins Warren at the door and heads home.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[ooc: (millitimed to when Mal gets back *eyes Lizzy*) Mal and Sands don't look at eachother and then sort themselves out by the lake. Rated W for WTF are these pups on?]

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[white_flowers]

[Upstairs, immediately before.]

Her hand is resting lightly on Rilian's arm as the two of them come downstairs together, and his head is bent to hear her as she murmurs something in her soft musical voice.

Anghared is smiling and evidently happy, although she does give a quick nervous glance around the room as they reach the bottom of the stairs. Seeing this, Rilian puts his hand over hers for a moment, reassuring her.

She nods, and then they walk together to the Bar, where she leaves a white-wrapped package and this note.

( To the Lady Morgan )

Following that, the Narnian king and the fair, fey woman dressed in a green kirtle each take a seat together at a nearby table.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack storms into the bar. He is full of rage.

Yes, that is rage you see on his face, not constipation or a really bad sunburn. RAGE.

Have at. :)

[ ooc: el warning: mun's body is slowly dragging her towards the happy land of sleep. which means she will dissappear within the next...ten minutes or so. or maybe later than that. but soon! ]

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[stopped-signal.livejournal.com]

Mr. Universe is downstairs, for the first time in a couple of weeks, having got caught up in whatever's the latest thing to catch his interest.

He has his laptop, of course, and is working intently.

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

After talking with Blodwen the other day, Wellard takes care of some

[OOM: Loose Ends]

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[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Salazar walks in briskly, murmuring something soothing and rubbing gently something on his left shoulder that isn't there anymore.

He stops, looks around, mutters some random curse word that very few people will understand anyway because it's in Parseltongue, drops his hand to his side and sits to order a drink. The drink and a note appears.

The note takes precedence due to it's sender. Reading... reading... reading...

And cue embers!

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[qsilver-md.livejournal.com]

Kevin comes in, downcast and wary, with a fading bruise still visible on his chin, and looks around the room before he takes a seat by the Bar.

He needs coffee.

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[iopenthings]

No one on the Milliways side of the House of Arch painting would ever realize how long Door stood on the opposite side, hesitant and afraid.

But she's in the bar now, wearing a ragged black skirt, a too-big sweater, and fingerless gloves--perfect clothes for blending in on the Underside.

They might not work so well in the bar.

She orders a Raspberry Russian from Bar, murmuring a quiet thanks as she heads toward a table in the corner.

This isn't a time to be too easily seen.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

There is one more empty bed in the infirmary.

The reason for that is sitting on the piano, glancing around the bar with sharp green eyes.

He's a little slow still, but really feeling much better.

Really.

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[bloodyrockgod]

Normally when these two talk, it's the gardener counselling and comforting the musician.

Odd to see it the other way around. But there are times even a god needs to vent.



[ooc: your friend and mine, the multi-pup post. just let me know who you want.]

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[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

There is a Jedi Master outside.

Oh, yes, he is going over lightsaber katas. If anything, his skill keeps on improving.

In the semi-dark of a starry night, the display of flashing and dancing lights is quite impressive.

Watch, bother, interrupt?

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's in the bar, at a table, with hot chocolate and a catalogue.
Not the Brute Force Cybernetics catalogue - this one's got clothes in it, mainly nice dresses. Angel's got a wedding to go to in a week, after all.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara.

Microscope.

Fresh batch of slides.

Opened envelope resting near one elbow.

Botherable.

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

The door swings open and a green-trimmed astromech droid comes trundling into the bar........and stops dead in it's tracks. Swivelling its dome, it turns around,hooting and tweetling madly, to head back out--

Just in time to knock over his friend and co-pilot.

"Whistler! What's the prob--" Corran stumbles over his astromech, looks around, and grins. "Finally! Alright, while this might not be the officer's mess, Whistler, this place is a whole lot better. It's that bar I was telling you I wanted you to see--remember?" He's practically hopping from foot to foot with excitement. He's missed this place.

He strolls over to the bar and sits down with a grin "Firewhiskey, Bar, if you please. Miss that stuff since I left last time..."

Too-long-gone Jedi inna bar. Come talk to 'im!

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

*Crash!* goes the back door as Malcolm Crowe staggers into the bar, gasping and wheezing for breath. He stumbles forward several feet, barely clutching a booth along the way to steady himself, and barely makes it to the bar where he collapses on a seat.

Sweat pouring off of him, Malcolm rasps several times before he finally manages to get out, "barwaterpleeze."

You may be wondering, "What the hell?" It might help to point out that the Dr. Crowe is wearing a well-soaked jogging suit. And that once he finishes the water that's just appeared in front of him, he'll be heading back out to the woods for another round.

Because, that's just the way it is when you've enrolled in "Jack Bauer's 24 Days to Fitness or Death Program."

(Oddly enough, Malcolm has found that being dead already isn't making the regimen any easier.)

Feel free to hassle him before he finishes that water, though.

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman has a double brandy, though he hasn't really touched it.

(Perhaps that's because it's his second of the evening.)

Nevertheless, he's sitting at a table near to the door leading out to the lake. Just in case.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is lounging idly on the couch in front of the fire, cup of hot chocolate in his hand.

This particular cup is piled high with whip cream.

And sprinkles.

Rainbow sprinkles.

Raven is obviously the envy of everyone who does not have such a cup of hot chocolate.

Or so he believes.

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[simon_doctor]

Simon Tam is in the bar.

He's not doing anything in particular, and rather enjoying it.

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[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Fire. Fire wasn't working. Time to try something else. It was the logical step. At least, this was Thea's reasoning when she sat at an out of the way booth and began to cut herself methodically. Not deeply, just enough to draw the tiniest amount of blood. Eagle-eyed patrons may notice the red flash between her fingers, a ruby caught there. She placed it on the wound and started to hum, visualizing. Nothing happened.

This was getting more and more frustrating. With a sigh, she placed the knife to one side. Distract her?

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[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Been a while since Isuzu's been active no thanks to her mun running around like a chaotic chicken with her head half off in the bar.

So, rather bored Sohma inna bar, come and chat with her if you please.

[ooc: Tag if you please, slow time while I pass out on the couch. XD]