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[ardens-guard.livejournal.com]

After this conversation with Random...

Julian takes a walk.

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[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

Another morning in the life of a saint.

Jimmy blinks when he sees that this is not his kitchen. Then grins, because he'd almost forgotten about this place, even though it's only been three months since he found it. What? He leads a distracting life.

There's a suspiciously large, self-rolled 'cigarette' hanging from his lips and he's dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts. If either of these details bother him, it doesn't show. If they bother you though, do let him know. Or even if you just want to talk. He's a sociable guy, even with a raging hangover.

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[gabriel_tam]

[OOM: Several months after Gabriel Tam first announced his candidacy, Election Night finally arrives, and those involved with the campaign anxiously await the results.

Once the news breaks, it's broadcast all over the 'verse-- and soon reaches Serenity as well.]


[OOC: Real life schedules are tricky, aren't they? Due to this simple fact, some reactions on shipboard are still being written. Thanks!]

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Barty, meet Mordred. And this? Totally happened on May Day.]

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[mommywitch.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to just after this]

Piper’s outside sitting on the grass, staring at the lake. If you look it’s obvious that something happened to her: her clothes look faintly singed and the ends of her hair look..well..crispy. She doesn’t seem to have noticed.

She wouldn't mind company.

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[female-were.livejournal.com]

One auburn haired woman on the couch with a book. Though, she's not exactly on the couch like a normal person. She's only taking up the end, and she's upside down. Bare feet and jean clad legs draped over the back of the couch and her hair in a pool under her head on the floor. As well, her feet are bobbing to an unheard rhythm.

Feel free to try and sneak up on her. Try being the operative word.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal is twitchy, today. Her eyes are fixed on the staircase that goes up to the rooms, one hand nervously tapping a pencil on the wooden top of the table. Every now and then, she'll shut her eyes, hand clenching on the table, knuckles white and breath leaving her as she forces down the pain.
ogods it hurts

my(his)eyes
After what is only a few minutes but seems to be an eternity, she breathes again, getting up and slowly making her way over to the bar for a cup of coffee. Orion trails at her heels, before curling at the foot of the barstool.

She sits, and drinks, eyes fixed on nothing in particular.
I'm sorry.

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[theravenboy]

Bran Davies has not brought his knapsack with him to the bar tonight; there is no point even pretending to read. He sits at a table by one wall, with a cup of tea before him and a golden harp on his lap, watching the room and waiting to see if something will happen.

[ooc: Not plotlocked. Tag at will!]

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[last_adam]

[OOM: After Adam drank with Lucy Saturday night, he comes home a wee bit tipsy.

Rated S^2 for Schmoopy and Smutty, and millitimed to Saturday night.]

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[elvish-hunter.livejournal.com]

Outside at the edge of the woods, the Hunter is pacing. Chances are she has actually stopped to sleep since her return, but there's a small chance she hasn't. She certainly hasn't eaten.

Her sword is unsheathed and on the ground, laying beside her bow and arrow case. Those close enough will be able to tell she's muttering to herself, but the language will only be recognizeable to very few. Even then, she's likely not making much sense.

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[narnianknight.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Rilian and Blodwen talk, as Rilian tries to understand the White Rider]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox. Bar. Lunch. Notepad. Has questions. Wants answers.

Isn't minimalism grand?

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[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

( Cut for length... )

...and so was the cup of tea and the half a sandwich he got from the bar as he stopped, sat, and had a meal. Say hi!

[ooc: not that it's affecting anyone ::sweatdrop:: but I'm heading home now. See you in a bit!] HERE!

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

The door opens and in steps the Jedi Exile once again, looking quite tired still.

She's still not sleeping well. Maybe it's time she take a trip off of Dantooine. Either that or do what Aeryn said she should start doing.

But that would mean she has to face the fact she's a murderer. And a coward.

And right now? A whiskey and an armchair sounds so much better.

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[i-weep.livejournal.com]

Astarael is still in the woods.
If you need her, well, she is there.
Loving, weeping, accepting.
If you need her, she will be there for you.
Always, and ever, she will. Usually she must go home quickly, a brief time here and then once again into the river of death, but this time...she doesn't know what is happening, but she doesn't have to go back yet.
Perhaps soon, but not yet.

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[silvia-broome.livejournal.com]

Silvia is at a table, as always, reading a book. A salad goes neglected on the table top. For Silvia, words are more important than food, which may explain why she is so thin.

[ ooc: locked to Señor Bauer, por favour. ]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sands gets his memories back. Copious amounts of HTML-woe ahoy!]

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[nita_callahan]

When Nita comes into the bar from her run around the lake today, she absently passes by the door like any other day. Then -- pauses, and backtracks a couple steps.

Holding her breath, she puts out her hand and tries the doorknob.

It turns.

Nita's face lights up, and her smile only widens when she cracks open the door and sees Grand Central Station around the edge.

But she can't just leave -- not with, well, everything as it is. So she hurries to the Bar, requests some paper and a pencil, and starts jotting notes.

( To Tom Riddle )

( To Nita's friends )

Finally, she pulls out her manual and fires off messages to Kit and Dairine.

( Manual mail )

All that done, she settles onto a barstool, looking happier than she has in weeks.

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[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After frustrating fights with possible employers, Jaina wanders into Csaplar for a break and her luck changes with a chance encounter.]


Right now, is cause for celebration. Her poncho's thrown off to the side of the booth, now covered with various tools and objects as Jaina continues to work on the small scum scrubber she had brought with her from home. There's still a while before Jag comes home and today, she wants to find people to brag to.

There's a small loaf of ryshcate on the table and a glass of Whyren's to add to the celebration and every now and then, a bright smile and proud look crosses over her face while she works on the droid.

After all, this is the first time Jaina Solo Fel's ever possessed a job that doesn't involve killing other beings.

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[mother_lost]

*When Guinevere approaches the Bar, a note in a hand she recognizes is delivered, and she smiles as she opens it.

Her expression goes from simple cheer to something far more complex and deep as she reads it.

The Bar provides her with the paper and pen she needs when she finishes, and then holds the note.

Guinevere sits back, a little stunned, but smiling.*

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[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

There's a witch sitting on a couch. What, you want specifics? Alright, this particular witch happens to be Thea Harman, with a large dusty book, wrapped in a big cosy blanket. There may be room for two and she doesn't mind snuggling. Unless you are a skeaze :p

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[payshisdebts]

There is somewhat grouchy Imp there -- he has taken with a spring cold, and mulled wine and bed rest seems not to touch it.

That leaves Tyrion huddled grumpily by the fire place, nursing his wine and cursing his poor fortune. This is a strange place, but he should not catch ill here! That's unseemly, for a magical place between worlds! The very idea!

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[dragon_twin]

Melou is actually in a good mood. He had his stitches out earlier today and the sling won't be far behind.

For now, he's sitting in a booth, enjoying one of the first drinks he's had in over two weeks. He plans on having several.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal enters the bar, grinning, positively stalking across the floor. Her eyes are dark, and sparkling, her clothes smelling of rain and lightning and fire, wild, unchecked.

She had fun. Hasn't felt like that in a long while.

Sits at the bar, smirking to herself, sipping a milkshake and amusing herself with a sketchpad and pencil.

Bothering would be most welcome.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's sitting near a fireplace with a picture in her hand.

She wouldn't object to being distracted.

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[not_that_spike]

Making his way to the bar (not early, he promised Beth it wouldn't be early) with two long broomstick handles tucked under his arm, Spike leaves a note for Elaine. It's simple enough:

Elaine, meet me by the lake when you're ready.

With that, he grabs four bottles of water and heads out the back door. It's a beautiful day, perfect for working out outside, and really, it's been too damn long since they did this together. He's kind of looking forward to it, actually.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray makes his way down the stairs and out to lakeside, humming to himself. Egon's done some serious scanning work back in his world. There's an approximate location now. It's good.

He hasn't got his 'sabre just at the moment, but Bar was willing to give him a wooden practice sword, and he's perfectly capable of going through basic lightsabre drill techniques from memory. Which he might as well do while he works out how the heck everyone's going to get to the DC area.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[oom: in which the Prior hears the news.]

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is downstairs in the bar, writing furiously.

In student terms, this is what's called doing a 'brain dump'.

Catching what she remembers and putting it on paper before it goes away again.

The heading on the page is FUCKING TRAUMA underlined several times and followed by a bulleted list.

She has also outlined the conversation with Random she had yesterday so she doesn't leave anything out.

Her memory is clouded by emotion and she's not always the best at remembering when she's happy.

She's looking up--glancing around for her grampa, because she really needs to talk to him.

She's also looking for Malcolm Crowe. For obvious reasons.

But she would also like to speak to any of her other friends.

With a warning for sudden tears.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is downstairs in the bar tonight, taking the opportunity to practice her harp in a more public place.

She isn't bad at it. But she is rather shy about it, thus, the harping in the bar. Getting used to people hearing her.

She wouldn't mind conversation, though.

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[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally creeps downstairs silently and leaves a note and package with Bar before creeping silently back up to her room.

( For Clive )

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[shufti]

[oom: War restarts in Borogravia with immediate civilian impact.]

The door opens from what looks like a forest. Shufti enters, crouched with her crossbow, clearly having been stalking something.

She straightens up as soon as she sees the bar, an overwhealming look of relief on her face. Several weeks have clearly passed - Jack, strapped to her front, looks about three months old, and reasonably healthy. She looks as if she hasn't eaten in weeks.

She wipes the mud streaks on her face, takes a last glance through the still image the other side of the door, then shuts it. She heads to the bar and clambers up on the nearest stool.

"Jack needs more formula, I had to start watering it down." She strokes the baby's hair. As a bottle arrives she takes it over to a booth and unclips his harness so that she can feed him.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. A.K.A. You didn't think we were gonna just let this go after setting it up for a year and a half, did you?]

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Parker takes Lawrence back with him and they go to Mexico on business here. Warnings for language and violence.]

Parker walks in, looks surprised for a minute and glances behind him to make sure that Lawrence is following. Then he moves to a booth and sits.

[ooc: plot locked, say sorry.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy comes out of the infirmary to grab tea and a sandwich.

He sits and watches the bar, entirely up for conversation until he's finished the sandwich.

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[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

Clarice Starling comes downstairs, freshly showered and dressed for dinner.

In her case, "dressed for dinner" just means that she's swapped out running shorts for slacks and changed t-shirts-- the one she's got now is nicer and more fitted.

But hey! At least her hair is herbal fresh.


[OOC: Plot-locked, sorry.]

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[forest_king]

Mendanbar is still here. Really. He is.

And tonight he's even in the bar, with cider and a sandwich, his sword leaking magic just a little bit. You'd barely notice it. Unless, of course, you're the sort of person who notices that sort of thing.

Back in Neptune...

[watching_you]

[At the Neptune Grand Hotel, the post-graduation party is in full swing. But this is Neptune, after all. Nothing good ever lasts.

Meanwhile, Veronica makes her way to the roof, to save a friend. But things don't go as planned.

Warnings for violence both physical and psychological, mature themes, death, some nudity, and a world of spoilers.]

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[ather-fledgling.livejournal.com]

There's a black wolf over there. Nice and curled up by the fire. He's watching the bar idly through yellow eyes. Maybe watching for someone, maybe just watching, who's to really tell. But, none the less he's there. And for those that have met him and have a decent scent of smell, a.k.a. more than human, they might be able to tell it's him. Otherwise, he just looks like an ordinary wolf, albeit, one that's lounging in front of the fire.

Feel free to approach. He probably  won't bite.

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[q_in_training]

The door opens.

( Spoilers for the Veronica Mars S2 finale. )

The door closes, but remains ajar an inch.

And then it opens again, and Mac, dressed in the clothes Logan had in his hands not five minutes earlier, steps into Milliways.

Her hair's a little damp, and it's very, very obvious that she's been crying.



[ooc: plot-locked; the link at the top also contains major spoilers.]

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[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Cai is sleeping in the stables. Now free from his self-imposed responsibility, the Ranger walks by himself in the moonlight-drenched lakeshore. He feels...itchy. This is his first time Bound, and, although he knows it is for a good cause, the restrictions chafe. Meditation on the slumbering plants, the rippling lakewater and the twinkling stars doesn't provide adequate release. He knows what will...but he's only done this once in Milliways. And that time it was only to aid in its defense.

But sometimes you just need to get naked.

He stops and stretches out his arms. Human form dissolves into white light shot through with the occasional rainbow. This isn't the furious hydra that helped beat back the Mistwraith. Gossamer wings unfurl from the form, poised to carry him into the air, and a song rings out audible only to the mind.

When the Vorlons 'showed' themselves, everyone saw something different. Humans have not manipulated races as the Vorlons did, but they've become rather Vorlon-like in many respects. Who knows what any patrons wandering around the lake might see.

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[female-were.livejournal.com]

Raina's still on the couch, still with a book, jean clad legs still over the back of the couch. It doesn't look like she's moved much at all from this morning really. And, in good odds, she probably hasn't.

Though, it looks like she's near the end of her book. Might mean that she wouldn't object to company.

Entrance Post

[lucky-tyche.livejournal.com]

There’s a slight crash as a tall figure stumbles into the bar.

Awkwardly, she makes her way to the back, arms swaying ahead of her in the process. (Tyche apologizes in advance if she may tug on your shirt or spill a drink or two; she’s just trying to feel her way around this strange, new place.)

She slides into a booth, taking her blindfold off as a smirk arises on her lips.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

[oom: in which Random takes care of some business in Texorami. Warnings for extreme violence, death, murder, etc.]


Through the door walks a familiar face. Although it's likely that only a few people here will have seen this expression before. Or seen this man with blood spattered across him, and a smear of red where a stained hand had brushed at his jaw.

None of it seems to be his own, which is a step in the right direction. Well, that depends on your point of view. It's a step in a very wrong direction for four other people, but as far as Random is concerned, everything's going well tonight.

Which is why he treats himself, with a grin, to "the finest scotch you've got, m'lady."

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[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

If you listen carefully, or have very good hearing, you might hear talking coming from one of the booths. The only thing strange about this particular one is that there's only one person in it. Watching a holo-recording. Talking about stuff that probably isn't news, because newscasters die and certainly don't get classified information, but it's definitely about the state of her galaxy. When you can't win, you just muddle through, until you can get the closure you need.

Muddle away. Sometimes other people taking your mind off it helps. So, Aeryn, booth, holo-message, not frowning...much.

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

At some point during the day, a black and grey owl flies in through the door, and lands on the bar. Apparently it knows what it's doing, because it shakes and a letter falls off.

It's addressed to ( Thea Harman. )

Its package delivered, the owl flies back out again.

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[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

In the bar there is a table.

On the table there are some notes.

On the notes there are some clanks (and the odd stain).

The clanks are awaiting further instruction from their mistress.

Agatha is currently lost in a good book, finally taking a break from her numerous plans as of late. She still needs to work on easing up her focus, as evidenced by the mug of Ovaltine next to her that has been ignored long enough to develop a film.

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[imperfecthero01.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and there is now one Heero Yuy, in the bar.

He might be a bit of a sorry sight, indeed. Scraped knuckles, a bleeding lip, and at least three scattered bruises that can be caught at first glance. Either someone did a number on him, or someone got in a few hits while he did a number on them.

Well. By the hint of a smirk on his lips as he heads towards the bar itself, the latter is probably indicated. At least he's in a good mood?

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mara Jade Skywalker places a call to Csilla to talk with her neice. There they joke about Zekk, Han trying to kill Jag, and really bad housewarming gifts. Rated S for sweet and T for teasing about the awesome weather Ossus is having. HAH!]

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's got himself a table by the back door again tonight. He's not as close, or as watchful as he was last night, as the moon is now just past full, but there's still dangerous critters out and about, and he's Security. It wouldn't do to have someone wander out unwittingly, now would it?

Come chat.

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[shelley_winters]

Out of Milliways

Over dinner in Ishamael's house, there is a certain lack of conversation and an unrecognisable main course, followed by a rather deadly incident...

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[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine's less scruffy than usual - he's actually made an effort. He even looks positively handsome, hair softly curling over his collar - not tied back today. His shirt is the same blue as his eyes, his trousers are soft black leather.

Anyone who'd been at the brothel launch party might recognise the outfit. Anyone who hadn't, could be forgiven for thinking that perhaps he works there.

Gigolo all the way, baby.

He has the usual decanter of good red wine, spare glass, and interesting book.

Go ahead. He'll share.

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

This past little while, Ichigo has been having...problems. Trouble with a certain pest in his head. Tonight, that voice is blissfully silent.

But now there is another pest he is dealing with...

"I told you, I don't want you in the bar, ESPECIALLY not in my body."

"Aw, come off it Ichigo, I'll be good!"

"Oh, like you were good last time?"

"She was TOTALLY coming onto ME! What happened was beyond my control!"

"YOU KISSED HER!"

"To the untrained eye, it might have appeared that way..."

Two teenagers sitting at a table in the bar, both leaning back in their chairs across from each other, one scowling, one with an easy smile on his face. Oh, and did I mention they look identical? The scowling Ichigo is just that- Ichigo, in his usual Shinigami uniform with Zangetsu hanging off the back of his chair. The other, much less scowling Ichigo, is in the teenagers school uniform, white shirt and black pants, his feet up on the table.

Come bug the...brothers? Twins? Whatever they are, they're not against conversation.

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[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

Jimmy is having a very strange day. And that's even without being a dog. Yes, a dog. Someone ran into Puck last night.

But still, that's irrelevant right now. What's more to the point is that he's been sitting in a patch of sun for most of the day because it's too warm to run around. When it had got hot, he'd gone for a swim in the lake.

But the point is - it's been surprisingly nice, sitting around with nothing to do and not much to think about. It's fairly similar to his life as a human, but whatever. There's less pressure like this. It's been nice. Now though, he's hungry. And he has no idea how to go about getting food out of the bar as a dog. So - chances are, if you're eating right now, you've got a damp-haired labrador staring at your dinner. And possibly drooling a bit.