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[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drow at the bar with a black panther resting at his feet.

Both are paying casual attention to the patrons as they come and go.

feel free to tag.

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[middle-name-s.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar opens, and a couple of lawmen enter, having a spirited discussion about... kazoos?

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[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Waking feels like dying.

No particular warnings; no particular descriptions. Warning for all kinds of text though!]

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[i-martha-adams.livejournal.com]

Mrs. Martha Adams enters the bar for the first time in a while. She is looking, all things considered, quite good. Her hair is down to her shoulders again, her skin has the faint tan of a red-head who managed not to get burned (somehow), and she's dressed for gardening.

She heads toward the bar, head high and steps even, with the natural grace of someone who has no doubt about her position in the world or her right to be any place she desires. Her order for food is firm, but not harsh, and has equal confidence. She is, in all ways, showing the spirit that caused once caused a very spiritually little man to consider her as arrogant as the Tsarina walking through the halls of her palace.

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[ather-fledgling.livejournal.com]

There's an Aubrey in the bar.

Its early. But, he's not in the mood for sleeping. Though, he is in the mood to watch the morning patrons of the bar.

Which is what he's doing from one of the big comfy chairs.

Come talk?

[ooc: Small warnings for adult puns in the Mephisto convo. and some comments oocly made for which the mun is getting thwapped for.]

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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando is in the Bar. He's reading a book on Earth gambling, looking for something to wile away the time. Interruptions are more than welcome.

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

After some time spent lost in memory, Jack is still sitting at the window.

He's watching the ice he blew onto the glass melt away, taking the words
(Cruel Thing Cruel Thing Cruel Thing)
with it.

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[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

There is a wolf lying near the fireplace, an even smaller wolf curled up by his side. The large wolf, the one with fur like snow, is resting but not dozing as his eyes are half-open, but the little one with the dark coat is fast asleep.

Do feel free to wander over. They don't bite.

Um.

Usually.

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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday is seated at the bar, a glass of lemonade and her cricket whistle near her left hand, Cicero climbing slowly up her right. He seems to not want to wander when he doesn't have anything to escape from, but his plastic case is nearby, too.

Aside from keeping an eye on her eight-legged pet, Wednesday is trying to make a list. It's getting close to time to go back to school and she wants to be ready well in advance.

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldilocks is seated at a side table with a fairly typical look of breezy indifference about her. The striking yellow of a ruched halter top nicely compliments the hair dangling about her bronzed shoulders. White jeans and sandals complete the outfit.

She's working her way through a gently steaming bowl of crawfish bisque, few hunks of crusty bread, and a refreshing pint of snakebite and black. Given her languid rate of consumption, she may be here for some time.

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[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone comes in, feet bare and hair a little messier than usual. There might even be a leaf or two caught in it.

Guess who's been climbing trees.

She comes to the bar and leans on the counter. "Water?"

It comes with ice in it.

:D!

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[smart-sam.livejournal.com]

In a slightly secluded part of the bar, there is Sam.

What is Sam doing, you ask?
She is throwing knives at a rather mutilated picture. It is so mutilated you can't even tell who it is anymore.
She apparently needed to let off steam.
Rather alot of steam.

But there's good news! (Not related to car insurance)
She's not near enough to hurt anyone and..
Her aim is improving.

..which might, actually, be a bad thing for whoever's picture she's throwing knives at.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jack wakes to face his abductors.  Warnings for violence and ick.]

[ooc:  You can also watch an alternate version of this scene at You Tube, with a few differences.  Warnings for ick and season 5 spoilers.]

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

After waking with a start, Ishamael enters Shelley's chambers and they discuss many things. A modicum of hope is raised in the hearts of them both.

[OOC: Warning for creepiness, sexual content, language, and all the other stuff you masochists seem to really enjoy about this pairing.]

OOM: The Seeker - Destination Found.

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: With everything squared away in Russia, the three pilots flew back to LA in the Knight Industries planes. Eddie was sent to Good Samaritan Hospital, and Ben was checked over by KI medical staff. With Devon in attendance, it was Kara who came to pick Eddie up to take him back to FLAG HQ.

At the same HQ, Michael collected his dying daughter. Since her partner's rejection, all fight had gone out of her, and she was taken to the house in Placerville, to live or die.

Michael, however, went to Placerville alone. Kitt remained in LA to do what needed to be done with Karr. Eddie decided, with Keith Orbit in attendance, to delay his FLAG training in Chicago to spend some time with his 'father' in Seattle. And to postpone returning to Milliways until that training was done.

And somehow, he considers his greatest triumph to be getting Kara to not hate him quite as much.]

This is the end of The Seeker plot.

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

A gateway opens.

Out of it comes Cain, carrying an improbably tall stack of boxes. He carries them to a table, sets them down and moves back through the doorway. This happens several times, until three tables are covered.

Finally, he holds out a hand and Molly steps through and grasps it, and the gateway closes.

he holds her close and kisses her.

"We're home."

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

(oom: Lust has been busy)

Lust walks downstairs from her room with a satisfied smile on her face. All was in readiness, it only remained to complete her plans . . .

For that she needed to find Miho.

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[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Cora has found herself a comfortable spot on the far end of the couch, away from the fire. She has a small chalkboard, a piece of chalk, a rag, and a determined expression.

Feel free to interrupt her plotting—there’s only so long you can write things down and erase them in frustration.

[OOC: I'm recovering from being ill, so responses might be slow, ^^]

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[shufti]

Shufti is sitting at the bar, eating dinner. Jack is in a carrycot next to her, fast asleep, and she is therefore making the most of the few moments peace and quiet.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela is looking better than she has since she came back to the bar. And she is sitting in a booth, having eaten dinner, and is now flipping through a copy of "Writer's Digest".

Oh, and there is a chocolate milkshake.

Conversation would be welcome!

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Drinking from a beer bottle, Parker looks completely relaxed. He's lounging near the window, watching outside.

Destruction and rebuilding. He likes the way that sounds.

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[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes in smiling. Then he sees a certain sign, as he approaches the Bar, and the smile fades.

It vanishes entirely by the time he's finished reading the letter that shows up with his drink, and he slumps visibly on his stool. After a few minutes, he raises his glass to the empty air behind the Bar, glumly.

Here's to you, Eddie and Susannah. All the peace you can find.

He might need company.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Sometimes, the unexpected happens.]

Guppy is sitting in a booth by the infirmary, going through his paperwork. The bruise around his eye is turned carefully to the wall, simply because he's embarrassed and hoping nobody will notice.

On the top of the pile is an incident report form, which he's been putting off filling in but knows he's going to have to do some time.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at a table, resting his head in his hand and doing homework. There's a half-eaten sandwich next to the papers, the sunglasses folded up and serving as a bookmark in an open book, and his book bag at his feet.

He looks a little exhausted, but the Bar has good food, which he values as a study supplement, and he presses on. For now.

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

I keep saying I've got something to tell you,
something I call insanity, tryin' to confess.
Patrick is in a very good mood. Very good. Enough of a good mood to dance.
I've been messin', where I shouldn't have been a messin'
and now I've got your blood all over your dess.
So he does, with a slight kick to close his door he moon-walks across the bar for several feet, pivots on his heel for a smooth about-face. He throws a wink to the empty air, snaps his fingers and moves suavely for the bar. He's listening to Nancy Sinatra's These Boots were Made for Walkin'" on his CD-player.
These shoes are made for stalkin' and that's just what they'll do
one of these days these (Allen-Edmonds) shoes are gonna stalk you.

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[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

There is a not!sex vampire sitting at a table with a glass of coke and a vegetarian lasagna. The laptop is, thankfully, not with her today so her brother, boyfriend, and other various friends and relatives are safe from Photoshop- for today at least.

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[balletrat]

*There's an open spot in front of the fireplace, between the couches and the hearth; or at least, there's usually an open spot.

Currently it's occupied by Meg, performing a series of stretches and cheerfully oblivious to the fact that anyone coming to the couches is obliged to climb over the back, jump over her or step on her.*

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[the_seafarer]

It's been a good few days since Caspian has been out and around in the bar proper, and even now, over a cup of tea, and at his work he has seemed a mite distracted.

Under the circumstances, however, perhaps he might be forgiven?

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[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

The book got left upstairs tonight, along with the new slingshot.

Bev's downstairs, though, in a booth with french fries and a milkshake, as well as a notebook and pencil. She's not drawing anything in particular, just doodling idly to pass the time.

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[dreamer_fray]

Regardez!

Il y a un petit vampire dans le bar!

Merde alors!

...Le francais de la mun est tres mal. Desolee?

Why yes, Harth is so very evil that he has forced his narration into butchering the beauty of the French language. This may account for his smug expression. Or that could be the three large shotglasses lined up in front of him.

Yes! Today is for experimenting with just how much he needs to drink before getting totally smashed. Come help! Or watch. Something.

[OOC: Now with handy corrections by Kate! Thanks Kate!]

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[balletrat]

[OOM: Millitimed to earlier this week, Meg and Amy go on a picnic. Warning for possibly illegal use of unlicensed magic carpets. Scenes involving dangerous wildlife may not be suitable for very young viewers.]

Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes.

[simon_doctor]

Some OOMs, millitimed to the beginning of this week.

Sunday: Serenity makes a mail run, and Simon receives an unexpected package. (Unexpected, that is, to him ... but not to those of us who saw a certain conversation earlier this month.)

Monday: Serenity's crew does its regular inventory check, and conversation about said package ensues.

The end result of which is inevitable, really.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is in the bar!

OMG LATE-NIGHT MILKSHAKES.

He sips one contentedly from his spot on a couch, managing to take up nearly the whole thing despite being kind of short and scrawny slim.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

House-hunting's a bit weird when you can't take possession of the house in question for several months yet. It's weirder still when the gradually approaching moon leaves you in the sort of mood where you'd like little better than to smack a couple of heads involved so that they go clear through a convenient wall.

Harry Wells really doesn't do verbal jousting very well.

Anyway, he's got to blow off at least some steam. And really, isn't that what pubs are for?

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[flame-and-void.livejournal.com]

Thumping down the stairs, a long tube of leather cradled underarm, Rand makes his way to the Bar and quietly asks for a cup of water.

He sips at it, grimacing at the slightly loud sound of the late night patrons. He'd Heal himself out of this headache, but unfortunately, that's not the way Healing works.

Moving from the bar, he finds a table and sets down the glass, proceeding to open the leather tube and taking out canvas maps, spreading them out and using various salt shakers and condiments to keep things weighed down. He sits, fishing a small journal out of his pocket, and reaching down into the tube, produces an ink well and quill, slightly ruffled.

Studying the maps, he begins making notes.

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[gravity_shifter]

New note for Security, re: Ichigo.

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[collects_ears]

George is sitting at a table, with a book and bottle of Olau red.

While he is reasonably engrossed in the contents of the book before him - he does look up from time to time - looking for someone in particular.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in to the bar.. Sits down at a table .. leans back in her chair slowly running her hands though her hair.. today was one of those days in her world