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[mogget_cat]

There is an Yrael in the bar, tonight, though you may miss him if you are looking for the standard albino-young-man-dressed-all-in-white.

There is an albino young man who looks much like Yrael at the bar, tonight, but he is dressed in a dark green shirt with a white jacket, and black dress pants. It is a new thing, owning clothes. Yrael fears he may have to learn how to use an iron, someday soon.

But the newly clothes-owning not'cat is not very happy, tonight. He came home yesterday to find his corner in near shambles: his books in disarray and his other things jumbled about. His copy of the Oxford English Dictionary had actually fallen upon his violinstrings, and had snapped three of them.

He is seeing to his violin right now, restringing it. Do come welcome him home and try to dissuade him from the belief that torching the damn clock would be the best course of action.

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[smallestopener]

OOM: Millitimed to earlier in the month, Ace takes Ingress on a fieldtrip in which there is a visit to the Globe Theater.

School is way more fun when a TARDIS is involved.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After two years, the highest levels of the U.S. government find out that Jack isn't so dead after all.]

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[aj_crawley]

[OOM: He even does the voices.]

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[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Dragon in the bar.

Dragon made of utensils. Looking as gloomy as a thing with a face made of a couple bent forks and serving spoons could look.

He was, it seemed, attempting to play catch with himself, snagging greenish marbles from a pile on one side, batting them back and forth across the table between serving fork paws before popping them into his mouth to collect them in his wire cage of a belly.

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

The door opens.

And a body falls through. Not a dead one, but a bleeding one. She lands on her knees, her hand pressed against a wound in her stomach, near the waist, a hole ripped in her red dress.

no hole. yet. they want to bring you to justice.

From the amount of blood on her hands, at her waist, and now on the floor, the wound is presumably deep.

shavit.

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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Time passes, and Milliways inevitably retreats into the distance- but the Bar's legacy goes on in a place where there are dragons.]

BARTENDING

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

And lo, it came to pass that the Rivan King who had left Milliways for fear of his family's safety returned unto that well known and currently-acursed bar. With him came his son, for he would not leave the Crown Prince for anything after the harrowing time spent retrieving him, and his most beautiful wife. She, once more with child, did reluctantly leave Prince Geran in the hands of a well-trusted friend and thus did the King Belgarion and his wife, Queen Ce'Nedra, settle behind the bar to fufill the Rivan King's weekly duty of bartending.
Drinks
Cold Fire
Cold Shower
Funky Cold Medina
...they've been in Riva for some weeks and the Rivan Queen can be quite blunt with her hinting at times.

Not that Garion really minds all that much. Do come by, though. They'd love to see you.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Intercidet

(Which is Latin for Here Be Plot Exposition)

[OOC: Warning for passing reference to unpleasant things like torture]

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[gone_byebye]

Ray is slime-free as he elbows the door open. There is good reason for that. Namely, he didn't think that his good friends here in the Bar would be all that happy with him if he introduced their son to the wonderful world of ectoplasmic manifestations just yet. Other stuff in the city, or at least around the Firehouse, yeah. The goopers out there... not so much.

"Okay, Geran," Ray says as the door closes behind them. "Your folks are around here somewhere. Let's go tell them about you meeting Francis, all right?"

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[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Milli-timed to after this thread, Draco Malfoy takes a trip to Eygpt and Persia with Salazar Slytherin. Warning for implied sexual encounter and old women with skin conditions.]

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[1morewfeeling.livejournal.com]

Sweet leans against th bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, looking red-faced dapper and amused as usual.

He's humming. FEAR.

( and such an interesting choice of songs )

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Las Vegas, a few days ago, and the letter that's delivered today.]

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[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

A red and dark grey robot touches down by the lake, coming from the woods. In one hand is his long-lost (but now found!) plasma rifle. In the other is a red-coated bunny - without a head.

Terrorsaur looks extremely pleased with himself.

Magic library, all day

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Their job was done.

Asar-Suti could have been content. The researchers had found out what they needed, they'd found the fellow who turned out to have all the information on the infernal clock, he had told them the rest of the tale, and was now getting people together to go get the key and stop the clock.

It was out of their hands.

Apart from the trifling detail that last night's quake had hit the magic library, as if in revenge. So one violet deity of erstwhile evil affiliation was still working like a house-elf, tidying up the books, mopping up the last bits of escaped magic and calming down ruffled grimoires. He was taking down the notice board, filing away all their research for possible future reference (the devil is a squirrel, as he'd once been told, and hoards his nuts) and even picking up the leaves the panicking ficus tree had shed.

Help of any kind would be welcome.

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

Jack has returned to the bar, with a wide smile and a sunburn across his nose and cheeks.

It's been an eventful few days. A hot few days, which is why he's rather slumped in his seat, and clutching a glass of ice water with trembling hands, but an interesting few days.

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[emptiedstreets]

Ronan's getting tired of having seemingly innocent doors abruptly dump him into the Bar (he's run wizardry after wizardry, but hasn't been able to figure out exactly how apparently random doorways contain Gates, each with a very specific destination)-- going to get a hammer from the tool shed and returning hours later, sans hammer and plus a distinct aroma of pub, is resulting in some very interesting discussions with his parents.

Interesting for a given value of 'interesting', of course. So he's more than a little annoyed when the door to the bathroom in Bray's chip shop sends him, once again, to the Bar at the end of the universe.

And in the middle of an earthquake, to boot.

Caught very much off-guard, Ronan goes flying, smacking his head against the edge of a table.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

[OOM: From here.]

The door opens on the cool air of early June in Northumberland. It takes the man who's stepped through a few moments to realise what's happened.

"Y'know," Quinn says to no one in particular, "months now we've been trying every bloody door in that castle, and now this...."

He shakes his head with a rueful smile before heading towards the restrooms.

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[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: From here and here

All special effects music-magic related, and take place in an optional reality. Feel free to gawk, but not interfere in the events, please?]

Lights cut out. Another black out? No. A musical. It's localized, around the singer; the audience sits in light. He's alone in the spot.

Spotlight on a willowy young man in an open shirt; long green hair spills down his back.

At first there's no music; his voice is reedy, and clear, and very loud in the (magical) silence.

( There was a girl... )

He sinks to his knees, lifting a (bamboo sword) microphone from the floor by his feet, and huddles there until the music starts.

Armageddon: Day Ten

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The Clock is just a hair before 8 when the eight chimes sound.

It's a bad one. Anything not secured is getting moved or coming down. Fortunately, after all the damage recently, most everything in the bar itself has been tied down or charmed. In the rooms upstairs, even heavier furniture like bed and bureaus are liable to be shifted by the shaking. Visible cracks appear in some of the inner walls as the support studs shift in opposition to each other. Even the support columns shift a couple of degrees under the force.

Outside, the other buildings also tremble. The greenhouse luckily escapes most of the force; however, the stables aren't so lucky. Tack and feeding buckets are thrown from the walls. The holder for the hay cracks and spills some of the contents across the floor. Several of the doors are shaken loose, releasing some of the horses out into the open, while others are merely spooked by the sudden tremors but have nowhere to go.

[ooc: See Lorna's backroom post regarding the stable repair, etc]

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

Mal's down in the bar, sprawled inelegantly across an armchair. There's a black cat curled up in the small gap between armchair and vampire, seemingly taking advantage of his owner's being asleep to sharpen his claws on her shirt.

...Mal's not going to be too impressed when she wakes up.

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[scapepig]

Snowball is in the bar, eating a dinner of fruits and vegetables.

He looks somewhat disgruntled, having become tired of being bounced around like a football over the last few days.

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[1st-feanorian.livejournal.com]

The Elf comes in through the door, surprised to find this place again after so long. The mess from the latest quake is still evident around the room.

He sees the Clock and realizes that this is what his mother had told him of when he was a child. The Clock that was threatening the strange bar he'd seen as a child. He nods when he reads the note asking for help and gladly signs his name. He was brought here for a reason; perhaps this was it.

While he waits, he purchases some fruit juice from the bar and takes a table, looking around for anyone he might remember.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

The room shook.

That wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't sent Mary's book - a fairly heavy book, too - flying flying across the room, skidding along the floor to rest under a table.

Mary emerges from under that table a few minutes later, clutching the book tightly, and looking more than a little vexed about the whole situation.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Sunday Afternoon Walk.]

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[forest_king]

Mendanbar has been around, he just hasn't been terribly social.

Frankly, he's worried. He's worried about being trapped here, he's worried about the way the building keeps shaking, he's worried about what sort of state the Forest is going to be in when he gets home.

It's just not conducive to being, well, chatty.

But he's in the bar tonight, looking at the door, and thinking.

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[dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com]

Cimorene has surmised that being downstairs during the quakes seems to be rather safer than upstairs, but when the most recent one hits she's not so sure, especially as it sent her careening into a small table.

Still, she's in the bar, trying to figure out just what's going on, or at least to find some people to commiserate with.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting on the floor, near the fireplace, eyes flickering aorund the bar while he picks at a plate of onion rings.

After falling out of his chair during the earthquake, he may figure he's safer already being on the floor.

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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

Telemain is in the bar, perched on a stool and looking down at a bucket of soapy water, muttering furiously at it.

It seems to be glowing, at this point.

Telemain, however, is getting nowhere.

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[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

Norrington is in the bar, in a booth near the back of the room, after a day or two spent upstairs.

The Bar may be only serving basic hard liquor, but that's good enough for him.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: In addition to the problems in Milliways, matters in the Underside are not going smoothly for Tom and Door.

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[tibetanmethod]

[An exit.]