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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM:  April 3rd, 2012 - In front of friends and family, Tony is finally laid to rest.  At the reception after the funeral and interment, Michelle feels like a fraud and wants to make an escape.  Jack also wants to make an escape, after a conversation that goes rather badly.  Finally they manage to get away, along with Chris. Woe, suicidal thoughts and friendly support ensues.]

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[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In a dream, Antigone comes across an old friend. Something appears to be on its way.

Of course, that's not always good.

Or so Styx would have her believe.]

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[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

( OOM )

"---ing!" The world disappears in a flash of quick light.

She blinks. She's in Milliways.

She sighs. Exasperated.

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[saionjisenpai.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:


Long, long ago: Saionji and Antigone.]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda sitting by the fire reading a book. Nothing interesting but here she is.

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[rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com]

A jaffa by the observation window being stoic and preparing himself to go home and get caught up on three weeks of canon.

Poke at will.

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[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

A happy witch is sitting in a booth with a camera and a sign

Professional Photographer
Prue Halliwell

A book that is probably her portfolio sitting to the side as she attends to her camera.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar.

She has discovered the joys of photoshop on her shiny new Macbook. She should be writing.

Feel free to interrupt.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

This is Alexander Knox. Alexander Knox is a reporter. As such, he is required by custom (if not law) to drink alcoholic beverages. For Knox, that means beer. Or maybe whiskey.

Today it's a beer. A good lager, from a defunct brewery in Gotham. The Bar, he believes, is the last place he can get such a brew. He's probably right.

Come say hi to Knox and his rare beer.

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[gravity_shifter]

There's an alien in the bar. To be more specific, the wall walking, red one.

Sikozu really has had a lot on her plate lately, so to speak. The clock, futzing around with Lenny's bike, searching for that mysterious white cat man thing she's supposed to be investigating and yes, she really is still on that.

But, Lenny's back and the clock's been destroyed, so today, she's relaxing up in the rafters, watching the general goings on, Security badge visible. If you look up, anyway.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray trudges his way downstairs in a black t-shirt, scrub pants, and his Incredible Hulk slippers, looking as if he hasn't slept for a week. Which is a bit odd, because he seemed to be doing just fine yesterday evening.

Mind you, while he does look like a Cleveland bird's nest after a lake effect storm season, and while he really could use a shave, he sure looks happy about it. Also, there's ink stains on his fingers.

He's getting coffee and chocolate frosted sugar bombs, but once he's awake he'll probably be glad to talk to you.

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[stbethadettes]

Sitting at the couch is way more comfortable right now than sitting at a table or booth, so that's what Beth does as soon as she's had a late breakfast and the old daily prenatal vitamin.

Despite how things seem, she's not actually going to go into labor at any time. Or at least she doesn't think so.

Either way, she is feeling a little... unwieldy, and she's striving to make herself as comfortable as possible. She actually takes the time to fluff the cushions a little before she sits.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph wanders down the stairs, tucking her wet hair up into some sort of messy bun thing - off my face is the only defining characteristic, really. She's still in her pyjamas. This isn't unusual.

Now. Decisions, decisions. What to have to eat?

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Exile teams up with the Doctor to fight crime fix the Ebon Hawk. Of course, Sith Assassins have to attack, and not to mention the ship's upside down. Luckily with the Doctor's expertise and Kira's might might Force skillz, all is well, ending with a burial and promise of lunch. :D]

Re-Entry

[zodiacgod.livejournal.com]

The door opens and in walks one Sohma Akito.

Whose smirk promptly disappears. "Shit. Not this place again," he hisses under his breath.

But when he turns around... the door is already gone.

Here's hoping his stay this time is a little less violent?

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark runs in the bar door and skids to a stop. "Crap. This isn't the..." He cuts himself off, looking around a bit furtively, and walks over to Bar, having a quiet conversation, after which he is rewarded with a white envelope, which he stuffs in his bag. Grabbing the tea which appeared with the envelope, he returns to a table, and puts his feet up on it. He's trying to look bored. It almost works.

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[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt is in bar this afternoon, sprawled all ove the table are maps of his home and the surronding area. Scattered over the map are red marks and circles. It looks like a high school freshmans english homework.

But its not. cause its a map.

He is looking over the map intently but glances every so often up form his work.

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

It is debatable how many princesses are in the Bar at any given moment. For now, though, it can be safely said that the number has gone up by one.

As has the number of Amberites.

Fiona is sitting at the Bar, idly sketching as she waits for someone. Mary Anne, to be precise, but it is not as if she would turn away company, either.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the course of the argument with the man at the kebab shop Wells realised he'd escalated a nothing little dispute into a shouting match, one just barely this side of turning into a fist fight. He backed down by an effort of sheer will, but left in such a hurry that he left his falafel behind untouched.

God damn it, but London is getting to be more than he can bear.

All of this doesn't mean much, except as an explanation for why he arrives from a corridor that smells faintly of distant smoke and ore rather than from somewhere recognisably English. He's been working off the remains of that irrational rage in Hephaestos' halls, and only now does he judge that he's safe to be around civilised folk again. That, plus he could use something to eat.

He'll be over by the fire if anyone's interested.

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[scion-of-amber.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mary Anne is kidnapped. Features a house-tour, cooking, three wolfhounds and two women determined to enjoy themselves.]

An Unexpected Entrance

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

A tall teenage girl comes in, pushing messy hair out of her face and not really looking where she is going.

She's dressed in a karate gi and is barefoot, most of her hair in a ponytail, but a goodly bit having come out of it.

When she feels the bar floor under her feet, she looks up and around.

"Okay, this is really weird," Angela says.

She goes over to the bar for a glass of water. She can still see the door. But she may as well have some water first before going back.

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[othercaptjack]

It's a Jack!

Humming something irritatingly upbeat as he wanders downstairs, and patting Bar fondly as he swings by. After a brief one-sided conversation, he sits down at a nearby table to eat, richer by a plate of kebabs and couscous.

Come and say hi, or... tell him to shut up, possibly.

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[not_that_spike]

Two years ago tonight, Spike found himself at this place. He didn't know how he got here -- didn't remember opening the door or falling in or having some big traumatic thing happen or any of that shit -- but here he was. He remembers looking around, feeling hung over as hell, and not really knowing what the fuck was going on other than he was in yet another bar somewhere.

Beth got here a week later but they didn't meet until four days after that. And then they spent a week flirting and trying their damnedest to avoid the inevitable before they gave in to it and went upstairs together.

They've been together every night since, with two exceptions: one night when Spike sat up taking care of Ed, and the month or so they were separated. Beth made some comment earlier today about this being a sentimental anniversary for him and he's not sentimental by nature -- not in the least -- except when it comes to her and then all bets are off.

Tonight, they'll celebrate this two year milestone together: they have a dinner date and a few other things in mind and she'll be here as soon as her about-to-pop self waddles down the stairs and over to the couch, which she says she prefers these days because it's easier on her back and belly. In the meantime, he's kicking back with the real extreme combination of a glass of water and a cigarette; he wants to save the martini or whatever for when she's around.

It's been a hell of a good two years. The best ones of his life.

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal Lecter is at the piano and he's not playing his favorite artist for once. No, tonight he's playing something a little later; a bit by Ravel: L'Enfant Et Les Sortilèges.

Yes, it's an orchestral piece but he's playing it well on just the piano anyway.




(ooc: The link? It's only a 30 second clip)

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

[A Great Man Dies.. And John Preston is Brought back.]

....John Preston is in the bar.

That fact in and of itself shouldn't be strange. But he's been busy, and the Bar hasn't cared to show itself save for a few happenstance showings.

So Preston, Gun Drawn, Front splattered with Gore and Red, throws open the door-slams it shut-

And stares.

"...........Father Damn it all to-"

He whirls about-there's no time for Milliways now-he's got to go back, he's got things to do-

And the door vanishes.

One John Preston, in the bar, looking seriously like he wants to kick the door-that's-not-there in.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

The Front Door is thrown open, and there's a weary but very happy Venkman exulting, "Goood evening Milliways! You're beautiful, sweetheart! Don't ever change. Really."

He walked in, and waved around the bar randomly as he added, "Yes, I'm back, please don't fuss. I missed ya too. Please, you're too kind, thank you!"

Someone's in a REALLY good mood.

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[goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com]

The door opened, as it was prone to do, and admitted a wiry young man, also not an uncommon occurance. Said young man blinked, this was probably nothing new either.

He checked to make sure the door was still there, it was, but didn't open without effort. He shrugged this off and made his way over to the bar. Didn't seem that the place had changed too much, though by his count it had been a year since he'd last seen it.

Yes, that's right, Clive is back in the bar.

{ooc:This is because he was nagging, summary of what's happened with him is in his journal, take a peek, he's growed up in a year}

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[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Medieval Lady.

Booth.

Steaming drink.

And people-watching.

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[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

[OOM: It's the End. Season 2 Finale spoilers.]

The door open and two figures fall through, hands tied at the back, bags on their heads.

This...isn't wherever the Others wanted them to go. Pretty damned sure.

Pretty damn sure that the Others don't know how to fry paradoxes and that's what it smells like.

Welcome back, Jack and Kate.


[OOC: two pups, Jack and Kate, spoiler warnings for all of Season 2]

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

There's a familiar sight by the Observation Window, casually tapping buttons on the Guide. Reviewing some entries, and thinking of some of the places he's seen since coming here. And some of the peoples he's met.

He's always welcome to see old friends, or meet new ones.

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker is sitting at a table, watching a cup of coffee cool with an odd expression on his face.

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[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

-- and so Max sat down, closing his mouth, satisfied with the presentation.

Until, of course, he realized he'd sat down in Milliways.

"That's some kind of breakage of the laws of physics I'm not even going to ask about," he relates to the chair he's found himself sitting on. "I didn't even know the bar could do that without the whole door business. Then again, sometimes I wonder about trapdoors and ceilings."

Yes, Antar's king is talking to a chair, why do you ask?

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[shufti]

Shufti is outside, firing crossbow bolts at a man-shaped paper target from different angles.

Sometimes she spins around before shooting, other times she does a run up and fires. Jack watches with interest from nearby, sitting up on the grass and listening to the comforting sound of bolts going whum into the targets. Safe behind the bow.

After a while, she stops and removes the bolts from the range, taking Jack with her.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in one of the bar's many corners, with a pack of playing cards that Bar leant him.

He was playing patience, but has currently stopped to look at the card he just turned over, which happens to depict the fifteen of paradoxes.

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[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

The mun's been so busy with her new job that she's absolutely forgotten what Buffy was supposed to be doing. So we're pretending like Buffy hasn't left the bar yet to continue canon, and is just sitting drinking a diet coke, eating pizza, and reading a book.

Yeah, she's reading. Because I want her to be reading. It's a good conversation opener. I'm just not sure what she's reading.

Come find out?

*/meta-laced entry*

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[e_delmar]

She told him to stay in bed. She pulled the blanket up around him and gave him hot drinks and told him if he needed anything-



well, it's like your own kid bein' your parent.


Could explain the grumbling as Ennis enters into the bar, makin' his way quick (as he can, anyway) over to the couch.

Or maybe that's explained by them bottles in his pocket. Either way, he's resting on the couch and not lookin' all that happy.

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[fighting_mad]

[OOM: Eventually, even after armageddeon, you have to go home, where long distance makes life difficult. Several battles (most notably over Brentaal) are fought before Plourr finally calls her husband back.

The mission that follows involves far less explosions than the princess would like.]