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[stbethadettes]

(OOM: ...and blessed is the fruit of thy womb...)

Spoilers for Y: The Last Man #40

Exit post

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel drew a deep breath and squared her shoulders as she stepped into the Bar proper and looked over at the Door that still stood open. She'd spent the past several days resting,, hiding, recovering...

It was time to leave again.

The only thing stopping her now was that she'd promised not to leave without Yrael.

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[song_tra_bong]

[oom: After last night's conversation (in which there is avoidance, honesty, and incriminating words in foreign languages), Mary Anne has a dream and a conversation. This OOM contains allusions to TS Eliot, The Bible, and songs by Billie Holiday, along with the airing of concerns and Some Important Words (now for the first time in English).]

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph wanders through the Bar, accompanied as always by two large grey balls of puppy-fluff - Gheri and Gifr.

She's keeping an eye out for a certain wolf; and wondering, wryly, how long she's going to be playing mommy to canines.

They're heading outside, for sunshine, and she's dangling a plastic bag of raw meat, as usual. Charming, really, innit.

[The mun points out the timestamp on this entry, confirms that it is, indeed, that absurd hour, and wishes to advise in advance that should insomnia up and leave, the mun will do likewise, and may not manage to warn in advance. However, since she's here and wide awake now, tag away!]

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[cf1.livejournal.com]

Caitlin ducks in the Door with a large box. After closing the door, she glances around, then grins. She makes her way to the Bar and collects a large root beer float and then retreats to a table. She opens the box and starts working very slowly on sewing something. It is colorful and doesnt seem to contain much in the way of fabric. Caitlin isnt all that great at sewing, but she is trying. And at least here, maybe she can keep it a secret from nosy and possibly meant to be surprised teammates.

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[a-simple-choice.livejournal.com]

Outside, in the morning sun, Jor-El is flying. Most of the time,of late, he has been studying Earth science and conducting tests of these strange abilities he has developed. But even he cant resist the siren call of flight and wind and sun all the time. So, off he has gone, high up over Milliways, enjoying the sun and air.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank is sitting at the table near the Infirmary door and working on paperwork. His mind is, however, not in it, as he contemplates a plan forming back on Earth and stares off into space. Things are getting, as they say, hot in the Civil War atmosphere back home, and decisions are finally being made at the mansion. Hank ducked out for a brief break and to try to get this paperwork done. It really doesnt seem to be working.

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

At the Bar, Magius is sitting and trying out several different drinks. In fact, before him on the bar are quite a few glasses filled with different drinks of all kinds, from all sorts of worlds. Normally this might be a daunting thing, but Magius has cheated with an anti-nausea spell and an anti-inebriation spell. Both of those seemed a wise choice this morning.

So, wizard, drinks, Bar.

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[might-and-right.livejournal.com]

Thor is outside today, thinking. He is sitting, thinking, on a tall rock near the lake and pondering the hint of storm clouds in the sky. As he ponders them, they seem to twitch from time to time. A storm God's gaze does that, even to innocent storm-ish-but-not-really clouds.

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[bindsthedragon.livejournal.com]

Lavan and Kalira are running together.

Which is to say, Kalira is running, and Lavan is riding and they are in each others' heads and the line blurs at times. The ground outside today seem especially nice, and the air cool and crisp, and the two of them are happy, which is a rare enough occurrence.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

"You've done something that very few people have been able to do, you know." Joanne walks into the bar, followed closely by Mark, who is shrugging idly.

"You did."

"I'm not exactly most people."

"And I am?"

Joanne shrugs.

"That's libel right there. I'm gonna sue."

"Slander, Mark. I'm your lawyer anyway."

"I knew that. Really."

The pair claim a table, and sit down, going over what looks like some rather dry legal documents. Feel free to bug.

[ooc: Lemme know who you want, if anyone in particular.]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOM: In which the airspeed of a laden coconut never comes up in an early-morning stichomythia session with Mr. Andronicus Crowley and his unfathomably attractive nephew. And also in which Simon Tam gets a present.]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom sits at the bar, arms crossed, swinging his legs idly as if he hasn't yet learned how to be still.*

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[bitter-innocent.livejournal.com]

The lake seemed more welcoming than the bar this morning, when Edmond woke up after a strange dream.

So he's wading out there now, trying to clear his head and distract himself from his thoughts.
There's a distinct possibility that he'll be going for a swim before too long, so catch him while you can.

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[attic-girl.livejournal.com]

Fuchsia is sitting quietly by the observation window. She has her book, but isn't reading at the moment.

Instead, it's resting, open and upside down, on her knee, while she simply stares out at the stars.

It seems someone is thinking.

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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday is in a panic.

You wouldn't know it to look at her, but she is. Really.

The empty plastic carrying case might have something to do with it.

"...Cicero?"

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[last-and-first.livejournal.com]

Hestia is curled up in a comfy chair, studying a decidedly yellow drink. It could be she's trying to decide what it is, or perhaps what sort of alcohol it needs. Either way, a more intriguing distraction would not be unwelcome.

The mun just hopes she's smart enough not to choose tequila.

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[gravity_shifter]

Outside by the lake is an alien. An alien who is not used to being, well, outside. As curious as she is, she's always preferred to be indoors, where there are walls she can climb. Call it a by product of living her life on bases and ships, instead of planets.

Still, Sikozu is indeed curious, and the warm weather and smell of the water is interesting. For now, anyway.

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[fourth-of-three.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since D'Artagnan has been in the bar. Assume he's been all soldierly at home, and making new friends.

Having been allowed to leave once, Milliways is no longer a loathed place, but still inconvenient. And so, striding through the door of what ought to be his own lodgings, he is briefly dismayed. But only until a quick glance over his shoulder and a relieved sigh reveal that the door is still visible.

Reassured, he drops into a booth and orders a bottle of Beaugency wine. Bring a glass, it's not been a hard enough day that he would not share.

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[cywyllog]

There is a Welsh princess seated at a table. Too hot for the fire and she doesn't need to be distracted by the out of doors or the exploding cosmos.

No, today, Cywyllog has a project. Well, sewing anyway. One of the boys tore his blanket and it needs mending. She could have left it for one of her maids, she supposes, but it gives her something to do while the twins nap. Or at least try to do.

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[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

Look, it's a dead French girl studious young woman in a booth near the window.

Well, she was working, until the universe distracted her. Isn't that the way it always goes?

Still, there are books and pens strewn across the table, notes jotted in margins, passages highlighted, words underlined... The catch? They're in Provençal.

Poke her and tell her to get back to work.

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[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

And because they're always around, usually when they're least wanted, The Salesman is in the bar.

If you don't want him, he won't interrupt, but he's observing, regardless.
...Isn't that comforting?

The paperwork is not out yet, which implies that he's relaxing.
-With a beer and pack of ciggs, no less. Isn't life grand (and dull)?

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Annie makes her way down the stairs and heads over to the Bar. "Excuse me," she says politely, "but I don't suppose you might have some sort of newspaper or- oh, I don't know, some other source of information about the economy and business prospects in Yorkshire-"

A small pile of different types of paper appears, along with a cup of tea. Annie smiles. "Thank you," she says, sorting briefly through the papers and setting a batch of photographs on top before retreating to one of the seats with a view of outside.

In the forest

[female-were.livejournal.com]

If your heading out towards the forest, you might notice the heavy scent of blood that's on the air. Faint closer towards the bar, stronger by the clearing that's become a bunny graveyard. Not one or two, but ten to twenty little bodies litter the clearing. Some eaten, some just killed for the purpose of killing.

Who committed this deed? Possibly the person that the bare leg hanging from that tree on the edge of the clearing belongs to. One of the small give aways being that it's streaked with blood.

Raina's lounging on a branch of the tree wearing jean shorts and an sweater. She's watching the forest from her perch. And if it's any clue from the dead bunnies, she's in a darker mood. Though, some of the mood has been cleared with all the deaths, even if they aren't human.

Feel free to just notice the clearing on your way through the forest. Or if you are a brave soul, feel free to try and approach her.

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

The black suit he is wearing today is from Alan Flusser, an updated version of the classic thirties style suits, with a dotted turquoise silk tie and matching suspenders from Valentino Couture. The elegantly draping charcoal trench coat is Cole Haan, bought at Bergdorf's last night. His smile is wide, his teeth are so bright they could cut glass.
Yeah, 'cause he's back
He's the man behind the mask
Patrick is settled at a booth, with his drink in a hand-blown tumbler of red Japanese glass, rhum (from Martinique, retaining a greater amount of the original flavor of the sugarcane) and the barest splash of cola.

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

There's a woman on a couch who is very possibly sleeping. (Though it's just as possible that she's not.)

Her feet are hanging just a bit too far off the couch, enough to get in someone's way if they're about to walk by. She's a fire hazard, she is.

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric was out by the lake once again, still practicing with his knives, he'd lost a bit of coordination over the cold weather when he wasn't outside as much, but he was getting it back again.

Spoon was heidiously bored with the entire process and had sprawled out on his back with his legs sticking up in the air, attempting to get Adric's attention by being dead.

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[curlys-boy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to last Wednesday - July 12, 2006 - Kyle and Warren celebrated Warren's birthday with much schmoopiness and boy-kissing. Rock on with your day.]

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Exile. Booth. Tea. Healthy looking.


Yay!

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

After this conversation with Peter Venkman, Ash has been a lot less comfortable letting his son out of his sight. Rather than drive Sheila crazy with his hovering, he's been spending as much time out of the apartment as he can.

Which is to say, dad and baby inna bar. Bother at will.

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

There's a peculiar sort of expression on Jack Frost's face today, as he lounges on the sofa.

Perhaps the best way to describe it is intense smugness coupled with delicious satisfaction.

If he was inclined to purr, he would be doing so right now.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

And lo, there is Faith, coming in from Antar in full court regalia, speaking to somebody in Antarian over her shoulder.

Anybody who speaks the language will understand her words as 'Oh, please stop bowing. Please.'

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[the_antiangst]

And Angel's in the bar, at a table, with pizza and a soda (with ice cubes, even!).
Since Mark's situation wasn't problematic, this is one rather pleased dead twentysomething drag queen.
Company wouldn't be turned away.

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[withrocksin]

Musician inna bar, with a notebook.
It's occurred to Imp that he should probably risk going home soon. There are a few loose ends he needs to tie up, chief among them whether the money from all that music business is still sitting around unattended. He rather doubts it, given Ankh-Morpork, but it can't hurt to look.
...Thing is, he has to work out if there's another way to get to Dead Man's Curve. Preferably one without a sharp drop to the bottom.

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

So, Mordred walks into the Bar one day, and stops dead, no pun intended. His eyes focus on one little girl reading a certain book and his jaw clenches. Glaring at the cover, he turns around and marches over to the Bar.

He then walks over to the noticeboard, pins the very large piece of paper up and begins to write.

And this is what it says, in large letters:

To All Who Read Malory, Know This:

The Man Was A Complete WANKER

Not To Mention The Prick NEVER Checked His Facts.

- Mordred Ambrosius

Smiling a little, the ghost prince strolls off again.

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[twiststheblade]

Miho is at her usual spot by the lake, going through kata - with her own blades! It is impossible to describe quite how happy this makes her. Suffice it to say, she's glowing. Albeit with an odd tinge of sadness, that will probably never go away. She's also even more defensive than usual - it would be wise to make plenty of noise, you might just find yourself sans head if you were to sneak up on her.

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[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

Valentine is, as per usual, at a table, with a pile of books, and an amusing object. today, it is a yoyo. bar has an odd sense of humour. But it seems to be amusing him. He's been pretty bored, after all. Amusement is good.

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[whitest_witch]

Jadis is taking a walk in the gardens. She's discovering, for the first time in a very long time, that she not only remembers summer, but that the sun feels good. Of course, it's not baking hot like Charn, but it's warm. Her robe, whilst still having the faint glitter of frost, is filmy and loose, hanging around her calves, and her feet are bare and grass stained. She hasn't got flowers in her hair, luckily.

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[piecesofmodesty.livejournal.com]

Modesty has found her bathroom door sending her to Milliways, yet again. Of course, the first thing she does is head for the bathrooms, but once she returns, she makes for her usual spot at the bar. One sandwich (enormous, over-stuffed, hot-smoked salmon and salad) and a glass of good white wine later, and she's contentedly smoking a cigarette whilst idly surveying the bar. Damn, but she loves this place.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[Out by the lake, Mal is almost sucessful.]

There's a Mal out by the lake.

To be more specific, there's an unconscious Mal out by the lake, crumpled on the ground, blood (not her own) staining her mouth and lips. Half turned over in the grass, she's pretty hard to spot.

Perhaps she should be spotted.

[ooc: I came, I posted, I ordered other people to read before tagging. Danke.]

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[sansa-stark.livejournal.com]

Sansa is sitting by the fireplace. She has a sewing basket out, and is doing some practice stitches, using gold thread on scraps of white fabric. A milkshake is on the small end table beside her, a book next to that milkshake.

Occasionally she does some people watching.

...Sansa really doesn't want to read that book.

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[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Well, now. This is someone who isn't often seen, isn't it?

Princess Josiane of Rittevon, every inch the royal lady she is, neatly perched in an arm chair. Legs crossed, the free ankle swinging gently, settling the bells on the bangle about her ankle to jingling gently.

She looks a mite bored.

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Today is a day for swimming. So much a day for swimming. So that's where Mercutio is, in the lake, floating merrily on his back.

Mmmmm.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter checked the door. Still frozen for the moment. He had Maria in a stroller carry out seat, and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder. Both father and daughter been having a hard time sleeping lately.

He sat at his usual table, with the seat on the table, rocking her some to try calm her. He forced himself to make some funny goofy faces which helped a little.

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

There was a demi-count* perched in a booth. The bandage he'd had during his last visit was gone, or at least replaced by something small enough to go under his shirt.

He was humming to himself as he cleaned one of the shorter knives, nose wrinkling at a nick in the blade's edge, he'd have to file it down when he got home, because clearly he didn't think to get a stone from the bar.

He was keeping an eye on things however, didn't pay not to really, he'd learned that once too many.

*here the narration points out that he really is a count, but doesn't like titles, hence, demi-count

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[piecesofmodesty.livejournal.com]

(from here.)

Modesty leaves her seat at the bar, tucking a silver cigarette case into her clutch purse as she does so. She opens the lake door, and heads through into the sunlight. It's hot, but not unbearable - there's a cool breeze blowing in off the lake which makes it seem a little cooler. She heads for the edge of the woods though, and the shade.

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[call-me-shane.livejournal.com]

The daylight is beginning to fail, but there's still plenty of light left in the day to go on a short ride.

A very short ride, of course, he has no desire to end up on an infirmary bed again, but Shane feels there is only so much caution a man can take. Still, he's taking his time, brushing his horse's coat out thoroughly, picking his feet with meticulous care, checking his tack for any cracks in the leather or stress in the metal buckles. The dust that rises from the saddle pad catches the slanted sunlight just so as he sets the tack out along the fence.

But then, after all that is through?

He is going to ride.

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: A long vacation and time off, and Cain and Molly find ways to relax. Warnings for Adult graphic sexuality.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

CSI inna bar!

This CSI is quite happy with things happening in her life right now.

Have a seat, the drinks'll be on her.

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[notdarkgeneral.livejournal.com]

There's a ex-Negaverse general sitting at a table. Black slacks and a black sleeveless tank, and his long white hair is loose around his shoulders.

He's even being so not evil as to read a book, a cup of coffee at his elbow. Feel free to inturupte him. For any reason. After all he's reading Tolstoy, so, it's dry.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Holby 3083. Day 5. Things get a little hot for Snowball. Millitimed to a week ago. Rated S for mentions of suicide and risk of bad spelling due to rushed touch-typing-internet-cafeness.]

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[song_tra_bong]

A girl's gotta eat so...

Girl inna bar, hand inna cast, accompanied by a bowl of soup.

(Minimalism is the new black.)

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[What's Been Going On]
[The Choice is Made]

...and from the door, a great white Light, brighter than anything, that fades away even as a tired, dirty, awe-struck Rivan King stumbles backwards into the bar.

"FUCK!"

It's hard to tell if this is anger, surprise, confusion, or just complete and utter awe. Especially since he's just standing there staring.

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[oneman_onevote]

Assassin in the bar, uncharacteristically visible today.

He sits in a booth with a barely-touched glass of wine - much better than the best of Ankh-Morpork, he had ruefully noted - and a small, dull book. It is pleasant to relax once in a while.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray woke up this morning to the disquieting specter of an injured (if healing) left shoulder and a horribly red, distinctly swollen right upper arm. Granted, he's left-handed, but the proton packs ride heavy some days. He's not going to go home until he can actually carry one of the things safely, he thinks.

Besides, Eddie might try to contact him, and it would be easier for Eddie to reach him here in the Bar.

So- we have a Ray, pursuing his old pastime of updating the three-dimensional map of Milliways patrons and their worlds. In practical terms it looks like he's doing something involving a lot of upright rods, silver-white beads, and some sort of wire grid or something. At least it's keeping him out of trouble.

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[tibetanmethod]

When Dale Cooper (by the bar, looking thoughtful) is wearing his field jacket and is possessed of his whistle (the one that summons all duck armies to his august presence), nothing good is in the works.

Ask anyone.

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[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie received Ennis' note the night he left, and while she's happy he went back to his life - can't hide forever, sadly enough ---

He left. And for as little as the man talked, he was a good man to have around. Kept an old lady company.

This is possibly why she's staring at a pad of music staff paper while twirling her pen across her fingers rather than actually committing anything useful to paper.