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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

There is one Very Unhappy (with capital letters and everything) teenager in the bar. Ichigo's not in his Shinigami uniform tonight, he's in his own body. This would be because Kon can no longer be trusted with it, having learned that Milliways has a brothel.

Stupid robot...

Let us count the reasons for this very unhappy mood.

-Hollows somehow getting to Milliways

-Inner Hollow creating one big mess of his life and threatening his friends to the point where he can no longer even go NEAR Steph

-Stupid robot informing stupid mod-soul of a certain (stupid) brothel

-Having no clue what to do about any of the above

He's fifteen years old. HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS STUFF. He's even wondering if he would have been better off never coming to this (stupid) place.

"Fucking hell..."

And now he's muttering to himself as well.

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: These things are never easy.]

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[argyle_princess]

[OOC: Not really OOM, but OMG slowtimed a bazillion years (or 12 days): Hannah and Wellard discuss history, technology, and how to escape sharks. With a special guest appearance totally given away by the tags.]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The thirteenth night - Ruin concocts a truly foul deception, and in the chaos of Gorlim's confusion, plants seeds of guilt for previously uncontemplated crimes. For all men kill the things they love, by each let this be heard: the coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. Has Gorlim managed both? [warnings for ye olde smut]

However, although men are easily fooled into believing what they see (especially when it is sitting on top of them doing some really novel things with their anatomy), Gorlim is a man who tends to believe what he wants to believe regardless of evidence to the contrary. In the past, this led him to some very destructive behaviour. Now, fortunately, because he wants to believe quite the opposite of Ruin's illusion, the spell breaks quickly, and Gorlim hurries to find Namo. They retreat to the cairn by the lake and at least one part of Ruin's falsely-implanted condemnations IS addressed, appealed, and pardoned. Other of Gorlim's conclusions remain to be addressed by persons with more authority on the subject (i.e., female), but these two, at least, are mended for the time being.

One night remains.

One card left in the Suit of Swords.

The end is about to be drawn...]

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[q_in_training]

[Semi-OOM, millitimed to Monday night: upstairs, Lilly comforts Mac after the events of graduation night.

As always, major VMars spoilers ahoy.]

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[gramarye1971]

[OOM and outside Time: Arma virumque cano, after a fashion.]

The door to the bar opens, and Merriman enters. A cursory glance at his clothing would indicate that he's entering from some point in the mid-twentieth century, but there's nothing else with him -- no newspaper or the like -- that would indicate the date.

A few steps into the bar, he catches sight of the small group at a table near the door...and he pauses in his tracks, hesitating, before he heads over to that table.


[OOC: Plot-locked.]

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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

It's a few days since he first came, and while Telemain has enjoyed it immensely, studying the various things in and around the bar, he's beginning to grow restless.

It shows, in the impatient rustle of paper as he turns the pages in one book, rather more vehemently than necessary, and in the sharp scratch of his pen against the parchment he's writing on.

Not that he doesn't like it here. But there's no door, and he hasn't decided yet if he wants to try it magically, not with so many powerful spells around him.

He wouldn't be adverse to a distraction from the dilemma.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

And at some point after the night just posted, Gorlim arrives in the bar from the lake. Namo had gone in some time ago, but Gorlim asked to be left alone to think for a while.

And he thought.

And he came to a conclusion.

He needed to find a female.


[ooc: This is not the puppet entry you are looking for. Which is to say, locked to Mary Anne.]

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[princeinexile]

Shortly a healing goes utterly awry and there's a violent disturbance in the infirmary, there is a prince wrapped in a sheet and an an infirmary gown stalking unsteadily from infirmary door toward the stairs to the suite.

He's... not quite well, but he's not on death's doorstep, either--

-- but he probably shouldn't be up and out of bed yet. Doesn't stop him from marching toward the stairs.

Someone might want to, though.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Lucifer and Thom, Millitimed to, saaay . . . Monday.]

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[inquisitivehero]

The Door opens and Hank comes in, and smiles. About time to get back here. He disappears upstairs quickly, gone for 20 minutes, then comes back down, looking more refreshed yet, having caught a shower.

"Bar? Some coffee and breakfast, please."

As a tray appears, he picks it up and settles it at his usual table near the Infirmary

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[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce sits in a booth, working on calculations on papers. On the table is a mass of papers, scribbled with neat handwritten equations. A small device, looking like a borg cube in miniature, sits, pulsing with green light, in the middle of the table.

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

Cain smiles as he settles downstairs with a book and a large mug of tea. He sits in a booth near the Bar and just settles back, resting, watching the Bar. He is glad to be back.

This place feels like home to him. And even without his memory, he still feels a kind of contentment in him. he smiles again and picks up his book.

On the Hunt

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Prue is on the hunt for her sisters. Any of them she can find. Since she didn't catch sight of them yesterday she decides to take the innitiative.

With a crystal ball in hand she recites a spell. The ball glows and she watches it with deep concentration searching for her sisters.

Come try to distract her it could be funny or you know... not.

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[nita_callahan]

Nita. Booth. Tea.

Need I go on?

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[theravenboy]

Bran arrives at the bar with a harp in his arms and a sword belted to his hips. Before finding a table, he gives the harp to Bar to hold for the evening. If trouble erupts tonight, he will need his hands free to wield Caliburn.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

Clive thumped down the stairs with another box full of tissue-wrapped costume bundles, and a handful of notes, he was bouncing really as he set them down, "Make sure these get where they're going Bar? Thanks."

Packages for:

( Lawrence )

( Boromir )

( Cain )

Notes for everyone else ( here )

That finished he got lunch and padded off to a booth to keep an eye out for anyone, grinning, he was finished and that made him just a little giddy. All that was left was the last few arrangements and then the actual show.

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[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

Sam's sitting in the bar.

And?

Not ONLY does she not have any work with her BUT - she's humming.

HUMMING.

This is something to be stared and marveled at.

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

There are some days where it's just too difficult to do anything.

This is one of them. That's why Jack's sprawled on the couch, playing with a glass of water, though the water seems to have climbed out of the glass and is now stalking about on his stomach in the form of a crystal leopard, with faint etched spots.

His head is on the arm of the couch, propped up enough so he can watch the progress if his creation with a lazy smile.

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[oldromansaint.livejournal.com]

Santino moved into the bar, almost unchanged from his last apppearance, again without his customary jacket but with full-length hair. This time, without reading material.

He moved to an open booth in relatively plain view. Come join him?

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[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally comes downstairs, bag with kangaroo peeking out (complete with feathered, magenta-colored cap!) slung over her shoulder and orders a sandwich and drink.

The rafters look comfortable today.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar, not through the front doors, but from the back, fresh from demon bunny hunting.

She may be Queen, but she's still a Slayer, and there are certain impulses she just can't help.

It was a good hunt - there's blood under her nails that isn't hers, and she's humming as she acquires food and coffee from bar.

Mmm. Violence.

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[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

It's been some time since Zoe was in the bar.

However, there's been a fairly good reason for her absence.

A reason that's wrapped in a blue knit blanket and tucked securely into the crook of one arm as she steps into the bar now, heading for an unoccupied chair near the fireplace.

Milliways, meet Naomi.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

You know that nice feeling you get? When you get a mug of hot tea and take a deep breath and get that warm, pepper-minty taste?

Random's just sitting in a booth, not bothering with drinking his tea just yet, just enjoying it. He'll get to it eventually. Don't rush him.

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker looks good today. Relaxed and with a cup of coffee at his left. He's got a map open in front of him, well worn.

Keeps looking up, scanning for company.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Some time ago, in a decent sort of world, a young man in London got a phone call.

This is his first chance to follow up.]

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[not_that_spike]

Not a moment goes by when he's down here that he doesn't scan the place, looking for her, if she's not already by his side. She's just... well, fuck, she's everything to him. All of it, all wrapped up in one perfect, angelic, strawberry-eating, hairspray-wielding, tough-as-nails, big-hearted, gorgeous package.

Like he could even stay away: as soon as he sees Beth, he knows it won't be long before he can't stand it any longer and has to move to her side. That couch might have her name on it, but he bets he can muscle in on a little bit of the real estate.

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[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: Sara observes an unconventional anniversary. Backdated to June 6th.]

"--I know that's not feasible. Does it hurt to dream?"

Pause.

"Don't answer that."

A few minutes later, Sara closes her phone and takes a seat near a fireplace, looking contemplative.

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[twiststheblade]

Well, this is a turn up for the books. A visible Miho again, albeit not a particularly happy one. That's nothing new. No-one's seen her smile unprompted for ages.

She comes down from her late-late-early shift in the brothel, breakfast in mind.

Breakfast consists of - black coffee, a cigarette and, wonder of wonders, a boiled egg. With toast soldiers. The soldiers are soldier shaped, with helmets and bayonets. Miho looks at the soldiers. The soldiers do not look back at Miho, as they're not actually real, but the narrative would like it if they did.

Is that a smile? Maybe. You'll have to come find out.

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Outside, a couple of familiar faces meet. Crack happens.]

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which there is almost a moment.]

Mal - is looking odd.

She's sitting in a booth with her sketchpad open in front of her to an almost-blank page. It's got a picture of a short. slender girl, dressed in the Borogravian military uniform. Her face, however, is nothing but a blank oval.

Mal has her hand spread in a fan over her face, eyes shut, touching and memorizing the features like a blind man. The pencil lies untouched next to a tiny, shattered mirror.

This might be an interesting time to converse.

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[human-magnet.livejournal.com]

One of the greatest villains of the Marvel Universe strides into the bar.

Magneto, now ruling the world and (to his best recollection) having been doing so all the time. He strides confidently to the bar and orders a pot of tea.

The door is unlocked!

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly and Cain make their way into the bar from the lake door, carrying the remnants of their afternoon picnic. Their hair is still damp from swimming, and both are barefoot.

They head for the stairs, but Molly stops in her track and puts a hand on Cain’s arm.

“Wait.”

She bites the inside of her lip, and approaches the door. She takes a deep breath, and can feel Cain behind her, silently lending his support. She reaches out with a slightly trembling hand and pulls on the handle… and it opens.

She is so shocked, that she gasps and lets the door close again, her eyes flying to Cain’s. He envelops her in a hug, and leads her away from he door, and up the stairs.

They have plans to make.

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[the_antiangst]

Bit of a racket, out by the lake.
But it's getting dark, as well as a bit cool for Angel's tastes, so odds are he'll be taking the drumming inside sometime soon.

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[stbethadettes]

Maybe Beth should be thankful she hasn't gotten any really bizarre cravings. As it is, she doesn't think she can be blamed much when she curls up on a couch with a book, a bottle of water, and a box of Girl Scout cookies.

(Thin mints, to be exact.)

Though she opens her book, it only holds her interest until the end of the chapter. Then her eyes tend to linger on the bar crowd more than the words on the pages in front of her.

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[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

Morwen, booth, cider, book.
Also, occasional people-watching; she's mainly keeping an eye out for her friends, but wouldn't turn down conversation.

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne on a barstool, flipping through a book of Yeats' poetry.

Doesn't seem like she'd be adverse to company.



[ooc: the mun blames her minimalist entrance post on tired feet. make of that logic what you will]

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[q_in_training]

[OOM: After this and this, Mac goes home and tries to deal.

Warnings for references to psychological violence and (as usual) major spoilers in all links for the VMars S2 finale.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy, in the midst of boredom, has got the Subbuteo table football out again, spreading the big green cloth over a large table. On top of it are two teams of small plastic players on little bases, and a ball.

And a sign.

If you win I will buy you a drink.
Current scores:
Catherine 0 , Guppy 0
Scampi 4 , Guppy 2 (two players eaten)

Anyone up for the challenge?

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo inna Bar. Yeah, Petra seems to be MIA, definitely, so he's lounging around...unarmed, by the way...someone should come disturb him.

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo has been around ALL day, honest. He's just been taking his first trip up into the rafters, mainly because he likes the bar, but he's a bit worried about talking to anybody he knows. It's not that he doesn't want to (except for Zuko, who can kiss his ass, the little...) but what with certain...issues Ichigo has been having, he thinks it best not to give a certain inner demon any reason to jump out today.

So, teenager in the bar, up in the rafters, blood rushing to his head as he hangs his upper body upside down from one of the beams, legs wrapped tight to keep him from falling. Would he be able to drink a soda upside down?

Only time will tell.

And now for something more completely different...

[masterofsoresu]

...a Bound Jedi getting an entrance post.

Well, if you want to be technical, a materialisation post. Still, it's something one doesn't often get from Obi-Wan.

Here he is. Feel free to tag him if you know him. Feel free to tag him if you know of him (i.e. have seen the vids). Feel free to tag him if you're from a time and place where they've never kriffing heard of him. (All these, of course, are for values of "you" that presume you're a pup. Muns are assumed to be in the second category by default.)

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is down in the bar, looking well-rested for once. She's reading a book on meditation, and drinking a chocolate milkshake.

Conversation would be nice. Chances of crying are very slight today.

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[shufti]

Shufti and Jack are sitting near the fire, on the floor, playing a silly game.

She looks tired and not particularly well. If you haven't seen her in the last few days, she has gone back to being very skinny from her time back home.

Jack on the other hand looks happy and healthy, so they've obviously been doing something right.

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[tragic_mask]

[ooc: millitimed to 9:00 tomorrow morning. note-- I'll be here for a few more hours tonight, then on tomorrow evening to do stuff if you want to slowtime.]

The morning after this, Melpomene stumbles down to the bar and orders something stiff. Her eyes are deep-set and there are dark pouches beneath them. She stares at nothing in particular and tries to figure things out.

She could always use some help.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Harry's got plans to make and a navigational device's instruction manual to decipher, so it's Annie who's in the Bar tonight instead of her husband. She's seated by the fire, and she's got a stack of cookbooks at her elbow. About half of them are from Earth- Earths, really, as she doesn't recognise any of them from her home. Most of the rest are from the Disc, thanks to a little assistance from Jocasta.

She's not really paying that much attention to the one she's reading, though. More likely she could do with some company tonight.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I'm hungry. Any suggestions?" Sheppard can be found sitting at the bar, ordering dinner. Or trying to, anyway. At his question, a plate of some unidentifiable meat and an even more nondescript side dish appear on the bar surface, causing Sheppard's face to fall. He remembers this particular dish from an off-world trip-he remembers it all too well. "How about something else?" The plate remains.

And so he sits there, having a stare down with his food. A distraction, or a visit from someone who can actually order something edible, would be welcome.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman wasn't out back today. In fact, he was in the bar again. Sitting near the Observation Window, and occasionally glancing through the Guide. He did also have a book on 20th Century pop culture by him that was currently opened to the article on Star Wars. Sounded neat, and he wondered how he could have missed it. Well, he knows why, sort of.

Anyway, he's welcome to company.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter was in the bar, glancing over some pictures of Oscar and Maria. They were getting so big. He'd like to bring them by the place again, but lately? It just hasn't seemed safe. And he didn't want them being targetted as well.

Depending on who you are, he might show the pictures to you.

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[fighting_mad]

[OOM: Upstairs, Aeryn and Plourr have a late night run-in. Much unhappy, talking, anger and arguing ensues, before. Well. The simulator room has now officially been, uh, christened. If it hadn't been already.

Warnings for: Length, talk of violence, general angst, excessive sarcasm, and girlsmut.]

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah padded into the bar, in uniform once again. She smirked faintly, shaking her head as she shook herself out and went to get a drink, brow arching slightly at the cupcake she was given as well.

She blinked then, and then laughed, shaking her head, "Has it really been that long?" She took Bar's silence as a 'yes' and smiled, patting the surface and padding off to one of the smaller tables to reminisce.

Talk to her or something, seriously.

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[river_meimei]

River is sprawled on the floor of the bar, propped up on her elbows. Mal taught her to knit, once; she's trying again, with a fuzzy yarn flecked with orange and yellow.

Right now it involves a lot of scowling at the needles.

The yarn, as they say, is problematic.