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[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

He's put it off as long as he can.

His possessions have been left in the care of the Bar - his guitar to go to Charlie, his weapons to go to Mel and Faith, the rest going to pay off his tab. He's left notes for everyone who matters, too, just letting them know he's gone and saying goodbye.

And now, Angelo's ready to go. Almost. He's sitting somewhere within sight of the door, waiting for the one last person he promised to talk to before he leaves.

There's still time to catch him, if you wanted to.

[ooc: this post will remain open as long as anyone wants to tag it, timezones and the mun's need to sleep notwithstanding. slowtimes are more than welcome]

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker steps through his door, a little sweaty and a lot more tired.

Job done. Well is debateable.

He sits down at a table and waits for the world to stop spinning.

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[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

Drizzt enjoyed the pirate out fit so much that he is still wearing it.
*Don't worry he washed it*

So there is a Drow in a booth chuckling to him self from time to time as he sips some wine.

Tag at your convenience.

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[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

Darien's in the bar.

He's found a nice little corner near the fireplace and he's sucking down a coffee that he obviously hadn't gotten here. He's just come back from the Keep and...

A week or so more and he should be normal.

The scent of coffee mixed with the cloth of the couch is almost soothing in it's familiarity and he almost looks like he might be dozing. He's not, but he might look like it.

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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

After passing the first major test of the year with flying colours, Wednesday is happy enough to have a small celebration in the bar.

No books today, not even for pleasure reading. She orders a caramel latte from the bar - getting too cold now for lemonade - and heads outside to walk along the lake.

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[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

Chris enters Milliways with a smile, humming the latest piece they've been working on for a Mostly Mozart concert, and sits at the bar. "Dirty martini, please," he requests, and raises an eyebrow when an envelope materializes along with his drink. He takes a sip and opens the letter

The smile disappears as he reads, and he clutches the letter tightly. Oh, this changes everything.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel's flushed and smiling when she comes in from outside, digging her Security badge out and pinning it on the holster of her gun.
Don't try to tell me what I already know
Don't criticise me 'cause I'm running the show
She's been out all morning, swimming, jogging, demon-bunny slaying, target practice with throwing knives. And it's only late morning.
Some revolution is going to happen today
I'm gonna chase the dark clouds away
There's a huge grin on her face as she makes a beeline to the bar and gets a large lunch without even needing to order it. A grin that might be out of place, given the worry at home, but then, that's Mel for ya.
We can do what we want to do
We can do anything
There's no point being the Chosen One, dedicated to fighting bad guys and risking your life to help others - there's no point in doing anything, if you don't enjoy it.
Free to be who we want to be
Just tell yourself you can do it
Besides, training is fun.
This post is dedicated to Amy. The weirdo that she is.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is at the Bar, looking over a file full of clipings from various newspapers, including his own. The subject? Stolen goods. Someone is coming down hard on all those trucks carrying stolen TVs and fur coats and microwaves to the hard working fences of Gotham City. Someone in a cape and cowl. Knox finds this quite interesting.

He sips at his beer and makes notes.

Come say hi.

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[gone_byebye]

[OOM: "Another day, another dollar."]

Ray enters the Bar from the Firehouse as evening falls in Manhattan. He's still in his uniform, but the proton pack's been left behind. "Okay," he says, "that was weirder than it had to be. Bar, I could use something for dinner and I don't care what it is, as long as it's not pizza." Pause. "And a Third Rail. Thanks."

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[lvpd_sidle]

The CSI population of the bar has gone up by one.

This particular CSI is waiting for new canon in the middle of her shift, as evidenced by the equipment in her hands and distracted frown on her face.

Someone might want to keep her from walking into one of the walls.

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[e_delmar]

When you're the type of person who spends a lot of time outside, ain't nothin' worse than being forced inside.

Which is why Ennis is outside, even if he's sittin' against a tree, with a blanket - old and worn and soft - pulled up around him.

There's a piece of wood in his hand, but it ain't hardly been started in on, and he don't look like he's gonna be working on it any time soon.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's in the bar, at a table, in a t-shirt and jeans, his coat and scarf over the back of his chair. On the table is his camera, but not in the way it usually is. The camera's componant pieces are spread around, and Mark is cleaning each of them carefully.

No, this isn't a GIP. Moooooove along.

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[bloodyrockgod]

One of the things Charlie loves about spending time in Las Vegas is that Jack and Gil don't mind when he listens to the radio around Georgia. They don't insist on all kids' music like the Wiggles or . . . or whoever else kids are supposed to listen to. And Georgie likes it when he sings--of course, she's such a happy child she loves just about everything.

Home for the day, Charlie has his guitar and is working on a new song he's learned.
( hey there, Delilah )

He's grinning when he finishes. Music > life.

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[no-real-hero.livejournal.com]

Moving from the door to the bar, Hero lays down the items in her hands. "Payment for my tab, Bar. I hope that's fair." For a moment nothing happens, but then the items seem to simply disappear. When she checks her name on the tab board, there's a big fat zero next to it. That's good.

That's really good. "Thanks." She pats the bar's surface, then turns around, scanning the room sharply.

Shit: she doesn't see him. Stepping into the middle of the room, she clears her throat.

"Quinn?"

There's a moment's silence where she wonders what the fuck, is everyone deaf or something? before she tries again.

"I'm looking for a man named Quinn!"

Someone's got to have heard that one. Maybe she's not as patient as she used to be before every goddamn man on the planet but her dog of a brother dropped fucking dead, but she can bide her time for a little bit. She holds her trusty Polaroid camera tight in her hand, waiting and listening and watching and hoping like hell he didn't leave without saying goodbye.

OOM in several parts.

[iambetadraconis]

[OOM: Shortly before Rabastan's discharge from the infirmary, Rabastan gets a pair of visitors. In part one, Asar-Suti meets Rabastan as Lestrange heads up to the main bar, intending to fetch something to eat. Rabastan's herded back down and into a private room where he and Asar-Suti talk. They're interrupted in part two by Strahan, who's decided that he Can't Wait and has to talk to his god now. Things are discussed and hot chocolate is shared.

This leads to...

( Asar-Suti's note that's sent after Rabastan's discharge, which is being posted here for continuity's sake. )

And is continued on here in Rabastan's journal, where Asar-Suti and Strahan take Rabastan out into the forest where Asar-Suti intends to induce a transformation into wolf shape in Rabastan, much to Strahan's eagerness.]

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[loveinalocket.livejournal.com]

Shiori is here, again with her gameboy. She's still trying to beat Shadowgate. At least this time she's remembering to keep a torch lit, and isn't dying that way.

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[horsepiiiiiilot.livejournal.com]

So in theory, this would be a great time for someone to be philosophical, or existential, or even equistential as the case might be.

After all, it's not every day that someone walks into Milliways for the first time.

(Not for the someone in question, anyway, unless maybe it was that guy from Groundhog Day. Anyone seen him around?)

It's nice to make "a man walks into a bar" jokes, but it doesn't work quite so well when the man in equestion question isn't a man so much as he is a male.

In this case, a male Thakwaash.

This probably means nothing to most people in Milliways, as his species has, to date, been somewhat underrepresented.

Suffice to say that if someone writing, say, a fantasy or science fiction novel, perhaps, decided that he wanted to have a character who looked like a cross halfway between a horse and a human, well... if he was writing fantasy, you'd get a centaur.

As the guy in this case was writing science fiction, you end up with an equine hominid nicknamed Runt.

Unfortunately, "an equine hominid walked into a bar!", while true, does not have quite the same ring to it.

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[cardboard-tube.livejournal.com]

Gabe wanders in, sits at the Bar, and orders a can of Sprite.

Opens it.

Starts drinking.

Drinks more.

...

Loudly, "Shit! I just lost the game!"

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was out back, though it might be hard to realize it's him. Since currently, there was a white fox scampering about. Nice to be generally safe around the place again. Well, except for the demon bunnies, but he wasn't going that far into the woods. Mostly staying around the meadows, and near the coast of the lake.

He's kind of cute like this. The git part's hard to see from this angle.

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[lvpd_sidle]

The door opens and two CSIs walk in.

"....well, I'm never looking at another circus performance the same way again."

"No kidding, Griss."

Sara's cell-phone rings and she answers it, face growing pale. "....what? We'll be right--"

She turns, and sees that the door is gone. Her cellphone goes dead.

"FUCK!"

<small[ooc: New canon. Mun knows the summary.]

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[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Inari has been in the bar so it comes as a bit of a surprise when she opens the door to her apartment and finds the bar there instead. She grins, goes to the bar to get a glass of coke and a vegetarian lasagne which she takes to a table.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting by the trilobite tank, on the floor, with baby Jack. He's babysitting tonight, to let the lad's mum have a chance to rest, eat and train.

Said baby is just finding his crawling legs, and is therefore exploring the floor under the doctor's watchful eye.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar.

However, instead of sitting at any of the tables, she's currently busily poking her head underneath various (unoccupied) booths. There might also be some muttering involved.*

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[gifted_profiler]

He'd returned home from Portland earlier. Peter Watts had confirmed that the district attorney had gone ahead and pressed charges, despite the inadmissibility of the evidence in the van.

Now, he's lying in bed beside Catherine, but Frank can't sleep. He keeps hearing Jim Horn's questions, torn from a man desperate to understand.

I wanted to work with the Group. And I know because of my actions that's over, but... I need you to tell me-- help me, Frank. How do you do this? Why do you do this?

After a few minutes more of staring silently at the ceiling, Frank gets up and pulls on his clothes, then starts downstairs to the basement and his office.

As he walks through the bedroom door, however, he finds himself somewhere else entirely.

"Not again." Frank Black looks thoroughly exasperated.

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[gonna_live]

[Andronicus Crowley gets a wave.]

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[shufti]

Shufti is outside, by the lake, with a big sword.

She is absorbed in her task, now that she doesn't have to watch the baby (the littl'un is in the safe hands of Guppy for the evening), but is beginning to look rather tired.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard is no stranger to fleeing engaging in a strategic retreat, particularly when it comes to first contact meetings gone awry. Some days, they happen with alarming frequency.

Judging from the way he comes bolting into the bar, today is one of those days.

He skids to a halt, blinking as he realizes he's quite literally out of the woods-then turns to see where the rest of the team is. Unfortunately, they're not behind him-and neither is the door. There's only one response in this sort of situation, really.

"Dammit!"

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[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

"MAGANDANG TANGHALI PO!" booms a voice from somewhere near the ceiling. "HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE PHILIPINES? WE STOPPED IN THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY. WE HOPE YOU CAN VISIT DURING THE DAY'S ROLLING. LIKE THAT'S POSSIBLE."

No, the King of All Cosmos isn't visiting, it's just Peach in the rafters. The squawking and laughter will probably give it away.

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[un_fallen]

Raguel sneaks unobtrusively into a corner, asks for something without alcohol.

No, he doesn't have a hangover. Don't be ridiculous.

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[thirty-pieces.livejournal.com]

Judas is sitting at one of the tables, legs drawn up and crossed, back straight, with a manuscript spread flat in front of him.

He looks intent.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

There is a drug lord inna bar.

Talk to him if you feel like it.

Ignore him if you don't.

:D!






[OOC: Mun is quite drunk and, therefore, reserves the right to pass out at any time.]

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[river_meimei]

River's not behind the Bar today. So that's an improvement on yesterday.

She's up in the rafters instead, curled up on a broad rough-sanded beam with her back to a support post, watching the room below.