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[futures_of_ash]

And there's a Rachel in the bar, getting used to some new adjustments in her life, hence the loose shirt rather than spandex. The reason for those adjustments is also present, snuggled sleepily against Rachel's chest as she sprawls on the couch.

The telepath is actually distracted enough that flame is licking from her fingertips as she humms softly and rubs the infant's back...luckily, Elshie doesn't seem to mind the flame flickers at all.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is sitting at a table that has many different flowers. yarns, treads, paints and material on it. There is a paint streak on her cheek her hair is twisted up away from her face. Shes trying to match paint to a bit of yarn.. not having that much luck. any help would he welcome

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[river_meimei]

River's on the couch, curled up, with tea (green, unsweetened) and a book (100 Scottish Ballads) and half a ham sandwich.

And about a dozen sleek pens, each with a different color of ink.

'Bonnie Dundee' is currently acquiring quite a number of multicolored annotations.

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[undignified]

Wes Janson! At a table! With a bright orange drink!

He is slightly tipsy from a bit too much vodka (blame Kaye ... or him for drinking it, really), but this just makes conversations more fun.

His drink is vodka and Irn Bru, which he is not actually drinking right now -- he's glancing round the bar thoughtfully -- but which is there, all the same.

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker stretches and yawns on his way downstairs.

He finds a table and slouches into a seat, waving over a waitrat to order coffee.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

OOM: Interview Chat with a Millionaire. Guest starring Michael Keaton.

Out Back: By The Lake

[kingmickeymouse.livejournal.com]

A small figure wanders outside from the bar and looks out over the lake. A black hood around his face, the only thing visible are two round ears. He leaps up into the air, hand held high as a blade that looks like a key appeared in his hand. He twirled the keyblade around him and then held it in ready position. He began fighting as if holding a sword, each move made with precision and the 4'10" mouse moved with a distinct grace that one would not expect from a creature such as this.

His hood fell down from around his face. It revealed a mouse, and those from Earth would recognize him as Mickey Mouse. He is a precise fighter with his weapon and then after a few moments he froze, concentrating as the sun shone down on him.

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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio is on the floor near the observation window, and has just pushed himself up into a bridge.

He's very unlikely to be able to hold it for long, though. Ow, these fuckers hurt.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket.*

Well! Someone is in a good mood tonight.

*It would be rude to refuse, so he picks up the bottle and pops the top, glass in the other hand to catch the overflow. He pours as many glasses as the bottle will fill, setting them about the bar. Finished, he then writes on the board.*

HAPPY HOUR

Free Champagne courtsey of the Bar! Limit 2 glasses per customer.

Wine tasting night -- all wine is half price. Restrictions apply.

Chef Salad
Fresh Fruit Bowl

Garlic Naan

Lamb Saag Gosht
Pork Tikka
Sheekh Kabab
Chicken Tandoori

All dishes served with rice.

*It's Happy Hour time.*

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

At some point during the night, (it is indeed night when this happens, for millitime is a wacky thing) someone walks down the stairs and into the bar. Said someone stops as soon as they reach the ground, and they stare at the door for a few moments.

Then she hurries to the bar, requests pen and paper, and hurriedly scrawls down three notes.

( Atton )

( Yrael )

( Inyri )

A request to Bar to make sure they get to the needed people, (and also to make sure they can read it) and the someone heads to the door, opens it, and leaves. (Sneakily, of course.)

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[no-real-hero.livejournal.com]

( Out by the lake, Hero and Spike have a talk in which no guns are drawn... or even sketched. )

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[blue_ajah]

Given the events of the past several days, it is perhaps not a surprise that when Moiraine comes downstairs in the early evening, there is a subtle tension radiating beneath her outward composure.

The situation is not improved when she reaches the bar and is presented with a large package, along with three separate notes.

Her lips tighten as she reads the note on Tet stationery; when she looks at the page accompanying it, she grows very still. After several seconds, Moiraine sighs.

"Light illumine and protect you, Susannah, wherever you have gone... in this world or any other."

Finally, she opens the third note, and for the first time since she has entered the bar today, she smiles.

Soon afterwards, the Aes Sedai is settled at her preferred table, with tea. The notes have been folded and tucked into her belt pouch. The package sits on the floor beside her.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Hey look! Back by popular demand! There's an Archie for your threading pleasure! Tag him while he's hot!



((OOC: Real life calls! If anyone still wants to talk to him, tag and I'll respond when I get back home. Promise!))

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna and Lucy -- you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have... an afternoon by the lake.:D?]

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[agirllost]

Kim's in the bar. She's still working on her list and watching the door, waiting for a certain blonde computer expert to enter.

She looks determined but tired.

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[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina gave up. She absolutely gave up.

She could not decide between black ink and red on the invites.

Defeated, she slumped in a booth from sheer mental exhaustion, one copy of the invitation in black and another in red sitting on the table in front of her. Also on the table was a goblet of warm blood, and a shot glass of vodka. She had yet to put the vodka into the blood, but it was tempting.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

[oom: After this]

Mal stalks into the bar from a door more often used for another, muttering what is most likely profanity under her breath. Pauses when her feet tap on wood as opposed to streets, and frowns.

This isn't where she wants to be.

Hesitates, obviously torn, then moves quickly to a shaded corner booth, curling up to watch the bar from slightly narrowed eyes.

She won't bite.

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[ronin-bunny.livejournal.com]

A short figure wearing traditional Japanese garbed and a chinese-style straw hat walks in through the front door of the bar, closing it behind him. The hat shifts slightly as the figure looks up from underneath it, and freezes.

”どこは、この所？”he mutters.

Suspiciously, he looks about, one hand going to the hilt of the sword at his waist. These are not people that he recognizes. Much less a species that he recognises--odd pink beings that look almost like monkeys without tails.

”サルが？気おつけて、うさぎ。”

Hand still on his katana, he stands there, waiting, and watching. One must be ready if one is to face an advisary, and it is best that they make the first move.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting at the Bar, stirring sugar into a glass of tea.

It's a lot of sugar.

Actually, it's starting to not dissolve. He doesn't really like it this sweet, but it looks like he could wake up a little more.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, taking a break from the pile of paperwork he's been absorbing himself in in order to tease the cats with a yoyo.

There are two black cats below his table today. One is Scampi, the other is Maladicta's cat Orion, who he's rather hoping will eventually be claimed.

He keeps his eyes on the cats.

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[e_delmar]

[OOMs: Sometimes home is home. And sometimes home ain't what you think it is.

Sometimes it's the place where people haunt you.

Sometimes it's just the place.

And sometimes it's where you go when there ain't nothin' else to do.]

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[shufti]

In the middle of a space of floor is Shufti, with a large cardboard box, which moves a little.

She has cut large, semicircular holes in it (and carefully removed the staples) so that Jack can wriggle and roll through it. Through the top she has dangled wooly pom-poms on longer pieces of wool.

He appears to be enjoying himself, not quite big enough to crawl but at least able to lift the box a little at the corners.

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

Jack Frost is in the bar, resting his elbows on its surface and sipping a milkshake through a straw, staring ahead.

He looks rather bemused.

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[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie has apparently been doing some cleaning - when she opens the door to Milliways, the contents of the pantry behind her are rearranged neatly on their shelves, and no cans or boxes are left on the floor as she used to allow.

She got tired of stumbling her way into the bar at the end of the 'verse.

At least Sallie remembers to take off the apron and leave it behind her as she enters Milliways today. Making her way to the bar, Sallie orders a mug of coffee - straight black - before finding a seat next to the observation window.

She's trying to convince herself she should get used to it more. It's working. For the most part.

Sallie'll still never try and ask the Serenity crew about EVAs.

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[beauty-marred.livejournal.com]

Narcissa us not lonely. Not at all. The truth of the matter is that she's trying to give Draco some freedom, and Lucius, well, he's still off on whatever errand he was last instructed to complete.

And she certainly doesn't spend most of her time up in her room because the bar itself reminds her how lonely she is.

Just to disprove that, in fact, she's in the bar proper this evening, sitting near the observation window, a glass of sherry in hand.

Perfectly normal.

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[urzaplaneswalkr.livejournal.com]

Urza takes a table near the center of the bar, experimentally ordering a Tolarian ale from a passing waitrat. He is more than a little surprised when it is not only delivered, but perfectly aged.

This was truly a place to defy description. Although, if his conversations the previous night were to be believed, the phrase 'journey's end' might just apply.

And so he sits and looks around for likely candidates to approach with his request for help. At the same time, he takes the opportunity to draw upon the mana he can feel permeating the place to fortify his wards. Those sensitive to the flow of magic would easily sense such a thing, but as there could be no violence in this place, he felt safe in doing so.

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

Slouching in a booth.

Coffee with three sugars don't help--

With massive hangover.

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[mnt_mike]

Bar is, as ever, serene.
She's happily mixing drinks, and serving food as ordered.
It's a good day to be Bar.

A very good day.

Some might say too good a day.
Those that look close might notice that she's a little more cherrywood, than usual.
It's that good a day.

Those already looking closely might also notice that on one end of her she's gathering supplies.
One by one containers of various foods begin to appear.
First it's simple things: a bowl of ice cream, Funions, EasyCheez
But then things start to get a little more...um...stylized: Oysters on the half shell, chocolate covered strawberries, Moscato di Asti.

As the containers begin to stack up, a picnic basket slowly begins to raise itself from Bar's surface.

With a spring in his step, and a song in his heart, a particular Barman makes his way down the stairs.
The smile on his face? Suffice it to say that the power of that smile could light Vegas for a week.

He stops at Bar, still beaming.

"MapleBaby, you read my mind."

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

At another part of the bar, Lucius and Narcissa's only son was lounging on a sofa. Casually observing people as he had a light dinner. Dressed, but not as neat again. Going more for roguish looks it seemed.

And a real smile on Draco's face.

Must be a girl behind the reason for it.

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[jack_f_twist]

(The problem with dreams, is that eventually,


you wake up.


And you might not be so alone as you think.)


And then it turns out it weren't so much of a dream after all.










There's a cowboy in the bar, standing silent and stunned, and familiar looking to some, maybe. A cigarette smolders between the thumb and forefinger of his shaking right hand.

It smells, vaguely, of peaches.

"Shit," he maybe whispers, but if he does, it's to himself and no one else.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

It's a quiet night, which is nice, but those can get boring if you're not careful. Harry Wells is considering this from where he sits, not far from the Window. He's not watching the ongoing destruction just at the moment. He's just there- it's as good a spot as any.

There's an electronic device of some sort on the table in front of him, a little smaller than one of his fists. Every so often a tiny green LED on it flickers, but otherwise it shows no particular signs of life.

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[mogget_cat]

It's been a peaceful day, a good day. Tonight, Yrael is stretched out on the bar, lapping at a bowl of cream occasionally as he tells Bar of his day.

One can only assume she is listening. Feel free to interrupt. Yrael probably won't mind too much.

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Princess in the bar with tea. Not an unusual sight really. She's over in a booth with her back to the place where the door ought to be. She might not be able to do anything about it, but looking at it just makes it that much worse.

Despite her door woes, however, she's not terribly gloomy. Also, she has cookies. They help.

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[river_meimei]

River enters the bar. (Brown coat, pink skirt, red sweater, and cowrie-shell bracelet.) She casts a quick glance over her shoulder as the door slides shut behind her, and then turns to gaze curiously out across the bar.

And then her head snaps up, and she stops dead, one hand tightening unnoticed on the back of an empty chair, and she stares.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew heads away from the bar with his order, and finds himself a table.*

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[swinging-cod.livejournal.com]

[ooc: An Interlude. Millitimed to Sunday.]

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman is at the bar, getting a refill on a cup of tea. He gets his refill -- and though he hadn't asked for it, a neat flowered plate with a clotted-cream-and-jam-topped scone appears as well, beside the cup.

He blinks, a little surprised, but then he smiles and nods cordially to the bar. 'My thanks.'


[OOC: Plot-locked, with apologies.]

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[north-witch.livejournal.com]

Serafina Pekkala and Kaisa are in the bar, talking quietly amongst themselves.

They both look pleased by that last part, as it's the first time they've been back since the weekend.