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[e_delmar]

[OOM: Truth Will Out.

Millitimed to late Friday night, after the bachelor party.]

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[called_lioness]

[OOMS DELUXE:

Friday night, Lilly Kane takes Narnians and others to Vegas for the bachelor and bachelorette parties.

The girls enjoy their time at the spa--and the strip club, though "enjoy" also means "are shocked by"--while the boys are...mostly just horrified.

Drinking occurs all around.

But it's not really enough for Lucy and Caspian to deal with being handcuffed and forced to deal with a sex shop by one Lilly Kane. (This thread rated R for Really They Did That In The Dressing Room?)

And in the end, they all meet up, for great flirting (between people you might not expect) and heading home.

Saturday, Caspian and Lucy get ready and are nervous. It's very cute, for both of them.

And then Saturday night...

Well.

God's in His Heaven and you're at my side, and now all is right with the world.

Many threads still ongoing.]

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[iustus_rex]

[OOM: He didn't try to become a recluse.

Or, Edmund Pevensie does some thinking, and some work, and tries to avoid a lot more thinking. Edit, because the mun forgot to mention this: Millitimed to Friday night, the day before Lucy and Caspian's wedding.]

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[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

This is utterly unfair, you know.

[ooc: I don't care.]

Why is it, exactly, that you only drag me out when you're in an abysmally bad mood and would be, if it were legally allowed, punching someone repeatedly in the face?

[ooc: What can I say? You're good for that sort of thing.]

...I'll never recover from that compliment, I don't think.

[ooc: Wake me up at noon and remind me to care.]

You really are in a bad mood.

[ooc: You could say that. You could also say water is wet.]

I get the point. Don't belabour it.

[ooc: You are the last person to be talking on that score.]

Are you going to get to the entrance part of the post or should I just step in as the adult and get to it?

[ooc: Be my guest.]

Thank you. Ahem. I am sitting near the Observation window watching the hourly show. I have with me a plate with bacon, two eggs fried, a cup of coffee and a small portion of toast. If you should care to speak to me, and I assure you that while I am not the most pleasant of company, I am in a considerably better mood than she is--

[ooc: I heard that.]

I figured you would.

--I will be quite civil if only to relieve the boredom of watching the universe explode into millions and billions of tiny not!pieces.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's in the bar, with a huge mug of coffee, and a bit of a pensive expression on his face. Feel free to bother him. He probably could use something else to think about.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith inna bar, walking in backward in full royal getup and chattering at somebody in Antarian.

She's given up getting them not to bow to her, but the following still gets old.

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[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

Slack is very fond of this section of the bar. Where did she come from? Good question. At the moment, it's irrelevant to her, meaning it's probably also just as irrelevant to you.

The part that is relevant is that she's got a blanket, and two mugs of coffee, and is chewing on the end of a piece of jerky, looking mildly unhappy. No, Slack has not been crying -- though she won't deny she's capable, it's not something she really ever has a reason to do -- she's just got a cold.

And really isn't enjoying it.

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[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

Salazar Slytherin enters, wearing something a little different. A white linen kilt just to his knee, under an open sleeveless sweeping white linen robe. His hair is neatly trimmed and pulled back with a snake clasp. His feet are shod in sandals and wrapped around his right bicep is a snake made of copper. Two things hang from his neck: a gold locket and a pewter ankh.

He looks around, and, realizing where he is, he takes a drink from the bar and finds a booth to wait at.

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She's tired. Not-so-slightly hungover. But also very, very pleased with herself.

And confused, but she is trying to forget the confusion by boiling her cooled caf with her brain. Sadly, it is not working.

Possibly she should be distracted before she bursts a blood vessel. Because that'd be bad, and then there would be no annoying questions of why she looks so tired and disheveled.

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[lvpd_sidle]

And there is Sara, looking oddly quiet and thoughtful this evening.

Perhaps she and Mark are worrying about the same things.

But it's more likely that she'd just returned from sheriff-mandated observances for the day.

At any rate, she wouldn't mind a distraction.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Coming in from the front door is Jack, iPod earbuds stuck in his ears, U2's "Peace on Earth" playing.   The fact that he looks tired and slightly ill isn't anything new, but he looks more tired today, if that's possible.  The last of the snow gone, he's been trying to take care of things at his clients' properties, considering they'd been left for six weeks, a fact their owners are thankfully not aware of.  No burst pipes or leaky roofs, thank God, but there's still a lot that needs to get done and not much time to do it in. 

Nor does he have much energy to do it at the moment.  The little amount of work he'd put in earlier was enough to exhaust him, though it was welcome--when he was hammering and cleaning up the mess critters had left in one cottage, he hadn't been thinking about his time in China, or Michelle, or Tony.  The thoughts had come back pretty quickly once he'd decided that he couldn't do any more that day, though. 

Settling into one of the chairs by the fire, he tries to concentrate on the music in his ears, not the thoughs swirling through his head.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is outside, hanging from the branch of a tree by his arms.

Shufti rather awkwardly hinted that he needed to get some muscle on his arms, so he's been having a go at a couple of simple exercises.

He concentrates, then tries to lift himself up on the branch. Small beads of sweat form on his forehead as his whole effort goes into the action.

Somehow he manages to get his elbows level with his shoulders, at which point he breathes and relaxes them again.

"Two."

No, even by my standards, two pull ups is not a workout.

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[shufti]

Shufti comes down the stairs, carrying Jack in a baby sling. She heads over to the bar.

"May I have an unusual non-alcoholic drink please?" she asks, waiting a moment as Bar considers.

A light green liquid in a glass appears, which she blinks and staaares at.

Because the bubbles appear to be going down...

"Thank you."

Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

There is a slightly subdued George behind the bar.

No reason in particular. He just is.

"Tonight's drinks are Oatmeal Cookie, Opera House Special, Orange Flamingo and Oriental Cocktail."

"What'll it be?"

Out in the woods by the lake

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti was outside, in the forest, shifted into faun-shaped.

Something not with human feet was better to walk the woods in any case; and in this specific case, he was working a bit of unfamiliar magic, together with tricks and whistles and just plain longing, to make another faun come to him.

Another very specific faun.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman was lounging out back, watching the stars coming out. He was sitting on the rocks by the lake, and yes, he had seen the ship out on the lake. And that insatiable curiosity of his was itching again to take a closer peek at it.

Feel free to chat with him in the meantime, or notice him if you're a certain Captain.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was lounging in one of the chairs in the bar by the fire. Casually reading a book on very advanced potions, and occasionally having a biscuit from a plate of them near him.

Dare ya to speak to the git, or steal a biscuit?

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[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur's seated in a booth, back to the observation window, doing something...odd.

There's a large stack of Oreo cookies in front of him. Eying it critically, he verrrry carefully adds another to the pile.


Food-stacking. The last refuge of the terminally bored.

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[jack_f_twist]

Ever since last night, Jack's been moping around; in the stables, out by the lake, and finally driven back into the bar proper, too lonely to stay outside and too wound up to sit and exchange pleasantries, all of which leads to him sittin' by the fire with a bottle of beer and a cigarette he ain't smokin.

And every now and again, he turns to glance over at the door.

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[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

There is a Jack, by the fire, reading a book.

Disturb accordingly.

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[e_delmar]

[OOM: Ennis Del Mar ain't never been much of one for hospitals. or doctors. or people, for that matter.]

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[tachikomachan.livejournal.com]

Blue metalic spider comes in through the door.

And this time, it's brought a couple friends.

There's a chorus of "oooooo!" as the door swings shut.

As far as the main one's concerned, it's only been a couple days since it was last here. Residents of the bar may disagree.

Either way, they're having somewhat of a hard time trying to fit through the aisles.

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[plant-alchemist.livejournal.com]

[OOC : Dated to before arriving back at Milliways. AKA the mun is lazy and didn't write it until just now.]

OOM: A possible cure is found for the sickness caused by red water. Results are so far positive.

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[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: After a visit to Serenity, Lilly's a little less taken than she used to be and not exactly happy about it. She calls on Meg and ice cream for help and they answer. Eventually.]

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

Corran is sitting at the bar. In his usual spot. With his usual Whyren's.

And empty barstools on either side. With empty glasses at each.

Someone's lookin for a chat.

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[velocitygirl]

Inyri, in the bar, drinking a cup of caff, arms still all wrapped up.

Poke! But not really.

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[river_meimei]

[OOM: A few days ago, River asks Mal for a favor.]