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[lucky-coyote.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Johnny steps through smoothly, straightening his jacket. After lending Ray a helping hand, he'd gone back to Vegas for a little while to walk the tables and throw a little luck around.

As such, he returns with a full wallet, and heads straight for the Bar.

"My apologies for the late tab." He smiles winningly, then sets a small pile of twenties down on the bar. As it disappears, his tab on the board winks out of the red ... and over, into green.

"And don't worry about the extra. Just give it to the next person that comes along."

(no subject)

[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

Sands pauses in the lake doorway.

His hands are shaking, just a little, but his face is a mask of calm. The faintest of smirks carved into marble, with dirt under his nails. Slow fingers run through his hair, and then dip down to his pocket to

(pull out his gun and blow the whole fucking bar to Kingdom Come)

withdraw a pair of sunglasses.

They’re slid into place with near-reverence, and for a second the marble cracks into a smile, thin and sharp and thoroughly unpleasant. Then his eyes are hidden behind dark lenses and the blankness snaps back into place.

He hums to himself as he passes through the bar and out up to his room.

There’s almost a spring in his step.

(no subject)

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Timed to yesterday. Violence and music should never mix, but they often do. Warnings apply. Phil Collins was not harmed in anyway.]

(no subject)

[namo]

[OOM: Millitimed to Wednesday night - Námo and Gorlim spend some time together. Warnings for smut and minor emo-ness.]

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

OOM: ...and it's someone else who suffers.

Ramon enters the bar quietly tonight, with a face that gives new meaning to the phrase 'closed book'. No mood whatsoever is discernable on his features, which may well say something in itself.

Outwardly, he's tanned and impeccable. Nothing different or out of order. The bottle of tequila and newspaper are the same as ever, cold and Portuguese respectively. So everything's fine.

(no subject)

[gabriel_tam]

[OOM: Late at night on Londinium, while awaiting Simon and River's upcoming arraignment hearing, Gabriel and Regan Tam try to sleep.

They're not particularly successful.]


[OOC: Warning for disturbing and violent images.]

(no subject)

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

[OOM: Millitimed to Wednesday afternoon, Penelope goes to visit her friend Catherine Adair after learning of her mother's death. Some unexpected demands are made.

Looks like there's some action and adventure in store for somebody.]

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cain's body fights for life in the infirmary, but his mind is far, far, away.]

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Talkin' World War 3 Blues

BEING the end of the Dylan trilogy, IN WHICH we discover apologies, explanations, and Hawk and Virgil.]

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

In the Bar, Bruce is sitting with his pack and watching the Door, a thoughtful look on his face. It has been over a month since he last went back to Earth, and, while he never would have thought it possible, he misses it. So he is ready, packed, and set to go.

He knows exactly where and when he wants to go and what he wants to do. And he is hoping for a peaceful time of it. Not that he expects it, but he is hoping.

(no subject)

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[OOM: And Delia isn't really here anymore]

(no subject)

[ather-fledgling.livejournal.com]

It's early. Especially for a vampire. But Aubrey couldn't sleep, and he got bored pacing the bar back home.

So, change of scenery. The Milliways bar. Chance of activity. He's sitting in a booth, drumming his fingers on the table restlessly.

Short of restless, he's in a decent mood. Feel free to poke.

(no subject)

[elvish-hunter.livejournal.com]

At an uncharacteristically unshadowy table sits the Hunter. She is weapon-free, save for the knives strapped to her thighs, and largely staring at the glass in front of her.

It's anyone's guess as to what's in the glass. The Hunter's not even sure she knows herself. It's merely something to focus on and lately, focus has been hard to keep.

But if the Hunter is good at anything, besides hunting, it's patience.

(no subject)

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly wakes feeling stiff and uncomfortable, and it takes a moment to realise why. She has been sleeping sitting up, with her head cushioned on her arms on the bed beside Cain.

He is still unconcious.

She wonders if he is aware at all, or if his mind is asleep too. The thought is depressing, and she pushes it away.

Her back cracks and pops as she stands up and stretches, and she looks down at Cain to see that he hasn't moved at all since the last time she checked on him.

"I'll be right back, love."

He doesn't so much as twitch in acknowledgement, but Molly hurries anyway.

Out in the bar, she quickly orders some tea and toast, and asks for some parchment and a quill. She scibbles a quick note that reads:

Friends of Cain Adamson and/or Molly Prewett,

Cain was hit by as powerful curse, and is unconcious in the infirmary. I am not leaving until he wakes up. If you need me, that is where I will be. Feel free to come and talk.

Molly

She takes the tray from the bar, and asks that the note be given to anyone who might be interested in knowing about either Cain or herself.

Then she goes back to Cain's bedside and waits.


[[ooc: Feel free to tag and find out what happened, I should be around pretty much all day.]]

(no subject)

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

A young man is stretched out on one of the couches, feet hanging off one of the armrests, bare toes wriggling. One arm folded behind his head, resting cheek against his upper arm. Eyes halfway closed, flickering rapidly behind paper thin lids that cannot block the pale china blue of them. Ghost is awake and dreaming, sing-songing under his breath, "Trees swayin' in a summer breeze, silver leaves fallin'as we walk by."

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

And in the bar there is a Mordred. Walking in from outside, jacket and shirt unbottoned and feet bare and the sword in the sheathe at this hip should explain why he is breathing heavily.

There is a Mordred. Not for long, but have at.

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: In the infirmary, it's taken a little longer than Wells intended, but he's remembered the way back.]

(no subject)

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Enter the scoundrel businessman. Lando has had time to sleep, go home, check on things, and get a fresh cloak. He's now at the Bar, enjoying a Corellian ale and relaxing. Thoughts of what he saw at Gruinard have begun to fade.

Say hello if you wish.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

[After Zuko returns from Gruinard Island, Steph completely fails to cheer him up. Also, to understand, to reassure, or to comfort. There's shouting and temper tantrums and slamming of doors. ...well, door. A Good Time Was Had By All, etc.]

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

[OOM: And Rachel slides slowly through time streams and realities, to sad horror and familiar faces]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara has coffee, her laptop, and a contemplative expression.

The laptop and coffe probably aren't the objects of her contemplation.

Bother.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Perfectly Normal Beasts slobber a lot. So do Doberman Pinschers.

This is readily apparent as Arthur enters the bar from outside, wiping his face with a towel. Ah, the joys of pet ownership.

[ooc: I have a rehearsal dinner to go to around 5:00 et. Slowtimes are possible/probable.]

First Post: Quasimodo

[singing-quasi.livejournal.com]

There was-- a strange chiming, from the rafters. Like the tolling of churchbells. Mid-day mass, maybe? Or something a little stranger, for Milliways?

There was a few thumps, as the bells faded from hearing, and then there was a large, bent-backed boy; a thatch of rough red hair covered his head, and a massive lump overshaddowed his left eye. Massive arms, from pulling bellrope and hefting his weight through the towers of Notre Dame...

Quasimodo, called Half-Man, peers down at Milliways in pure and total bewilderment.

"Oh, no. Master Frollo will be furious." There's a bar, a den of sin and depravity, hidden in the cathedral!

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( OOM: There once was a tiger-striped cat... somewhere on Mars, 2071 )




[Contains end-of-series spoilers for Cowboy Bebop]

(no subject)

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

A mussy-headed teenage boy and rumpled-looking teenage girl made their way downstairs both of them still looking sleepy.

"--And this is the Bar itself, which, uh, you've already seen--you can order anything from it and it just...appears."

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: Sara and Greg have their first date. Rated A for awkward and S for sweet slow learners.]

(no subject)

[wizard_howell]

"Hullo, tavern."

Howl walks in, long scarlet-and-grey sleeves draping past his fingertips, and makes his way to the bar. He looks impeccably cool and suave, as if he hasn't a single care in the entire world.

Or worlds.

"Brandy tonight, please." He sets a gold coin down on Bar's surface: it's been some time since he was last here, and the events of outside are... no concern at this place. No: this is for relaxation.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally was rather relieved to find the door from her room led to Milliways instead of the hallway in the embassy.

She is determined to relax this evening, which just might cut in on the evening being actually being relaxing, but that's not the point. She mulls over what type of tea to order while enjoying an apple (jonagold) that the waitrat left behind while she made the (difficult) decision. How did she (Cally thinks the waitrat was a she) know that Cally loves apples?

Trying not to fall into the apple-induced spate of memories triggered by the cider smell, she scans the bar idly. Company might help her relax. Really relax.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Here is an Ace, being a paragon of good work ethic - she's busy scribbling away at a list as she sits curled up in her favorite chair by the fire.

Two lists, even.

Of course, she occasionally forgets which list she's working on, and has to erase entries or scratch them out, but it's keeping her busy, anyway.

(no subject)

[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu is bored.

When she's bored, one of the ways she entertains herself is to walk around the bar, alternating between the floor and the wall.

So, that's what she's doing right about now.

Her Security badge is also visible, should anyone require such services.

(no subject)

[ariseinmight]

Now here's an interesting sight. Melkor sitting in a booth, cradling a small child. A child with flame-red hair and too-blue eyes. If you get close, you can hear the story he's telling the little boy.

"And then the other Valar locked Uncle Melkor in the dark forever and ever and ever. Because they were mean and didn't think that Uncle Melkor had good ideas about the way things should be. So rather than listen, they just locked him up in the dark."

"Dark bad!" squeaks Gabriel.

"Yes, that's right! Dark very bad. You wouldn't want to be locked up in the dark, would you? No, you wouldn't."

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Well, here's a man who hasn't had an entrance post to call his own for coming on three weeks. And you've missed him, right? Of course you have. I certainly have.

He's got a flagon of wine, and he's lying loose and easy in a booth, a book of Pertrarch's poems abandoned at his side.

Come have a drink.

(no subject)

[ten_of_swords]

It's been a while since he's had an entrance post.

Today, he's seated in a booth, glass of booze in his hand. His hair is shaggy, his face a little on the pale side, but his eyes still glitter with mischief.

He always welcomes company.

Ruin never seeks people. People seek him.

(no subject)

[annwn-lord.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark-haired man walks into the bar, with a dog. The dog is slightly unusual and might be noticed where the man might not be. The dog is pure white with red ears. Rather a strange breed.

The man himself is rather handsome and wearing modern clothing. When he sees where he is, he grins and claps his hands. "Milliways! It seems it's holiday time, Weylyn. Now, for a good ale and some of that fantastic bread."

He goes about procuring said items from Bar and taking a barstool to eat and watch people.

He's thinking of the lakeside, and how beautiful the sun is there. He can't wait for morning.

After all, in Annwn, there is no sun.

(no subject)

[lady_moon]

Moon is dressed in jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Her feet are bare, her hair rumpled.

She is curled up on a sofa, a large book in her lap and a strawberry milkshake in hand.

This? Is one content tarot card.

(no subject)

[nerdanel_the_wise]

Nerdanel, unaware that her son has been handed over to The Evil of her world, is blissfully napping on one of the sofas.

Her knitting is resting on her lap in her limp hands, her eyes partially open but unfocused in her sleep. Approach softly, and she won't scream and jump when you wake her.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

She is looking far more herself when she glides downstairs this evening, although she is mindful of Nynaeve's warnings not to overexert.

Moiraine has no intention of giving the other Aes Sedai reason to be concerned, if it can be avoided. She is soon settled in an out-of-the-way booth with tea and a book.

To all appearances she is interested in her reading, although it may be noticed that she is keeping an eye on the room and its patrons, as well.

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

[OOM: In Las Vegas, Gil finds it hard to sleep. Rated L for loneliness and W for whitetext. Lyrics borrowed are Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah".]

(no subject)

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

A man enters, slow and heavy. His robes drag the floor as he makes his way to the Bar and orders a wine.
Please don't tear this world asunder
In his world, it's only been a day since he was last here, and Salazar has yet to recover.
Please take back this fear we're under
A red sky and thick clouds met Salazar when he returned home to rest.
I demand a better future
The Gods take them all.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in the bar. For once she's not lolling about by the fire or hanging from a rafter; she's at a corner table, with a stack of thick, musty books and a notepad, and her hair's tied back off her face. She looks the picture of a serious student.

Well, apart from the two monstrous puppies playing at her feet. They're distracting. But she can't just lock them up in her suite, and she doesn't know what else to do with them!

The books are mostly old and faded, but if you're close enough to make out the titles, they're things like World Mythology, The Book Of Werewolves, Witches, Werewolves And Fairies, The Lore Of The Forest and Encyclopaedia of Mythology.

Somebody's researching.

She's not very good at it.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[OOM: Today, it's all about showdowns.

Simon and River Tam make their debut court appearance, as their parents, Crowley, and the crew of Serenity watch from remote locations.

And after the proceedings, Crowley, Gabriel, and Regan have their own run-in, and then hold a spot of palaver with the crew.]

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Snow, Millie and Wade are in their old booth, bags by the table. They'll be leaving on vacation later tonight, once Bigby joins them. For now, they're having a last snack before heading out. Millie looks a bit sluggish, but cheerful, and Wade is bouncing in anticipation. Fried paradoxes and chocolate milkshakes are the chosen indulgence tonight, and friends are welcome.

(no subject)

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

Enter one Alice, who walks over to the bar, dropping a small curtsey.

"Good evening," she says, and then, just a bit warily, "May I have a milkshake?"

It appears, and she takes a cautious sip, and then smiles. "Oh, I do hope this means you're feeling better. Thank you very much."

She takes the milkshake, and retires to an armchair near the fireplace.

(no subject)

[princeinexile]

[OOM: Wolfmind - Zuko begins to fragment.]

(no subject)

[ss-potions.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM, and letter to Albus Dumbledore.]

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

The front door opens, the front door closes; Ray is not making much fuss on his entrances lately. It's been busy in New York. On his side of the door three days've passed since he last felt free to get to Milliways. He's in civilian clothes, but he forgot to take his ecto goggles off, which gets the occasional odd look from the wait-rats as he strides up to the Bar. "If it's not too much trouble," he says to that august wooden surface, "I would greatly appreciate about. . . oh, three cases of Goldmax Kokeshi picks, five cases of Royal Paper round unflavored unwrapped toothpicks, one case of Continental Wood Expendable 4 Inch Club Frill picks, and a stack of napkins roughly yea high." 'Yea' is four or five inches. "And a two-liter bottle of water, please- tap water's okay- and, oh, just to be on the safe side a gross of sticks of Trident spearmint flavored gum, out of their wrappers if you don't mind. Thank you."

How does a bar give a guy a weird look? Not that it matters, because he gets his order and rests his Visa card against the counter long enough to pay for it before happily trundling off towards one of the larger tables to start doing unspeakable things with the tiny pointies.

(no subject)

[middle-name-s.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways and Into Twin Peaks:

Hank Jennings is a man in high demand.

Ben Horne is a bad father.

Together, they commit crimes!]

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Beautiful medieval lady, sitting by the fire, just being idle.

Yes, minimalist. You know what to do.

(no subject)

[middle-name-s.livejournal.com]

Maybe when you were a kid, you wanted a wood-burning kit.

Hey, you might've been a boring kid.

And probably, your mother told you it wasn't safe.

Your mother was not Harry Truman's mother, and for the record--Harry Truman's house has never burnt down. Beat that with a stick.


Left at the bar, there is a flat wooden plaque, about two feet long and a foot and a half high. Inch thick Douglas fir; sanded, smoothed, polished and finally lacquered after the burning. All in all, a few hours hobby work over a couple nights for a (slightly lonely) sheriff.

It says, in neatly burned-in letters:

ALSO, I TEACH HIGH SCHOOL.
THE SECOND ONE'S ACTUALLY HARDER.

It has a wire on the back, for hanging.

For Miss Kitty Pryde, to be served at the side of a mug of piping hot coffee the size of her head, roughly, the next time she's in.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

Simon and River are coming home.

They're free.

Even if that senator is likely to try something underhanded for who knows what reason.

While Mal is getting the plan together, Kaylee ducks in the bar, looking deeply cheerful (and her eyes a little red, maybe), figuring that any news this good deserves a beer.

(no subject)

[misterparker.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After Mal and Parker argue he goes back home and realizes that it never happens like you expect it to.]

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

Merriman has read and re-read the note that Door left for him, and happens to be pondering it yet again over a pot of tea. The very fact that it is in front of him helps to focus his thoughts, even though there is nothing new to be gained from it.

His pot of tea has long since grown tepid, but that certainly hasn't stopped him from drinking it.

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cain's mind wrestles with pain and despair.]

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

After a rather uncomfortable morning, Ramon enters the bar carrying a sports bag. It's thrown carelessly into a booth while he goes to get a drink - coffee today - and then he sits down and scans the room. He's looking for someone in particular but if anyone else wants to talk to him...he'll probably be horribly rude, unless you're a friend. Such is life.