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[blue_ajah]

Eventually, she completes her letter-writing, and carries them to the bar. One general note is left, of which a copy is to be given to anyone who might have reason to express interest, informing them that she has departed, for a time. In addition, a few more specific missives are handed over:

( Rand al'Thor )

( Will Stanton )

( Captain Malcolm Reynolds )

( Dale Cooper )

( Meg Giry )

( Kim Bauer )

No letter is left for Dream; then again, none is needed, as he knows what it is that she would write.

Once everything is finished, Moiraine crosses to the front door. She takes a single, steadying breath as light blossoms around her-- then opens it, and crosses through into a deserted corridor, her appearance shifting as she does into that of an older, gray-haired woman clad in a servant's green dress.

The door shuts quietly behind her.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Regrowing lost teeth at the ripe old age of forty-three is an event that calls for celebration in Wells' book.

Or at least for Guinness and a seat by the fire, which is very nearly the same thing.

There's another chair opposite, and Wells looks like he wouldn't mind company- although you might get kicked if you try to claim the ottoman.

Back Already?

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

It may have been a day in Bar but it's been several weeks in her world. Opening the door to what she had expected to be her bedroom turns out to be Milliways. Looking rather annoyed she turns to leave. Trying the door it wont open, "Very Funny" she expresses to the door before heading over to the Bar.

Broody immortal at the bar drinking Scotch.



[OOC: same warnings. She is evil.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

[OOM: There's nothing like meeting future in-laws your boyfriend's parents to...make you wish you'd kept your mind on your friend's disappearance. Millitimed to September 25th, and rated A for Awkward.]

This is not Apropos' entrance post.

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

You think this is Apropos' entrance post. It looks like it. Smells like it. Yes, I saw you sniffing it, don't think I didn't. It sounds like it might be as well, what with it being in first person. Apropos might even be sitting in one of the booths enjoying breakfast. It is not, however, Apropos' entrance post.

No one tags those, you see.

This is, in fact, the entrance post of Fitzpepper McSt. Dangerstrike.

She enters the bar in the middle of desperate battle with the dark forces of Mordor...i. Mordori. The Mordori Syndicate. The slinky black catsuit hugs her curves provocatively as she flies in after kicking one of the orcish ninjas in his massive, horrifying jaw. Her hair, the color of spun sunlight (and twice as soft as the finest silk) flies about and yet doesn't block her vision as she spins with the infinite grace of her world's greatest martial artist to slam the giant ninja bad-guy back out the door. As soon as the hulking beast flies back into the alley from which she came, Fitzpepper (Fitz to her few, but close, friends) breathes an exceedingly interesting sigh, complete with heaving bosom and did we mention the catsuit? and walks to the bar. Her color-changing eyes take in the Observation Window.

The daughter of the last of the royal line of the lost people of the world of Mari'su and an Avon lady/Secret Agent from Minnesota, Fitz has the gifts of her father and so, it is no surprise what she says as she approaches the bar.

"I have never been to this place before but by the power of Mari'su, I would know that this bar is sentient and so I would like a diet Coke with lemon." Of course, she gets it. "How interesting it is to be at the end of the universe, as that is what the window over there must be showing. Ah, yet another strange day in my life. I wonder who I might meet here?"

She almost certainly doesn't notice, however, the man with the crippled leg dry heaving in the corner from her very presence.

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[rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com]

In a cave in search of possibly the one thing that can stop the Ori and their followers Teal'c walks through what had once been a wall of flames and into Milliways. Once he see's where he is he turns back but the door wont open. Now there is a stoic Jaffa drinking something rather fowl at the bar. He is posture perfect.

Poke at will. He hasn't been tortured lately so he may be in a better mood then before, not that anyone could tell by looking at him.

(no subject)

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

It has been a while since Prue has been in Milliways. There has been much for her to take care of in her world and time ins't something she has any concept of inthe Otherworld.

Oblivious that her spells on a certain friend have worn off the witch sits in a booth happily and starts to drink some tea.

(no subject)

[called_lioness]

[OOM: And all good things... Well, you know the rest. Milltimed to the 17th. Sooner or later you have to tell your husband things.

Even if you wish you didn't.]

she's back

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is in the bar. its been a while she's missed it. and just the meeting of friends new and old.and the meeting of new people. shes at a table come by have a chat. she would love it. Maybe or have an argument she likes those too

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[gone_byebye]

Ray lumbers into the Bar, looking as if he'd like nothing so much as to fall asleep face-down in his oatmeal. Alas, this is not breakfast time, and he doe not get oatmeal. Woe. He'll settle for a burger and whatever the pale green liquid is that Bar gives him in lieu of soda.

(He's just lucky that's actual meat on the bun, there.)

(no subject)

[yankeedoodle_dr]

Hawkeye Pierce has: the driest mother of all dry martinis, his favorite ratty maroon bathrobe (which is less a matter of having and more a matter of wearing) loosely knotted over his undershirt and shorts, unlaced Army boots on his feet, and a seat at the Bar. He is also humming snatches of "My Blue Heaven" under his breath and absently conducting to himself with a stizzle swick swizzle stick. Humming isn't quite the right word; it sounds something like this: "zya-ah-duh-duh-duh-duh-my blue heaven." His voice is low and not unpleasant, though the humming could be annoying, if one is so inclined. However, he'll gladly give it up in favor of conversation. Especially if the other conversant is of the female variety.

[See post, please!]

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Door opens, datapad slides through.

Followed by some socks.

Followed by a pair of shoes, and a body and a head, belonging to Kira Isek. "Kriffing socks, give me my datapad!"

The socks make vague squealing noises, pushing the datapad under a booth, and cowering in the corner with it.

Kira, in her Master's robes, is now halfway under said booth, trying to grab the datapad back.

Amazingly, even socks hurt a little when they bite.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel comes in from out back, gets some pasta and tea from Bar, sets his pickle tub down by a table, and sits down to have some dinner. The Giant Sweatshirt's back out, due to slowly dropping temperatures; for all it doesn't look like it's trying to eat Angel alive anymore, it's still clearly about three sizes too big.
He's got a bit of a thoughtful look on his face, but he's not writing down whatever it is yet.

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[shufti]

Some newspaper has been spread over one of the tables near the trilobite tank. On top is a piece of paper, which baby Jack is doing some finger painting on. Shufti is helping, which is why she's got a big orange splodge on her nose.

They seem to be having fun. Come join them.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy comes into the bar, sporting even more of a suntan than he was yesterday. He heads over to the bar and grabs a sandwich, and a cup of tea.

He sits in a booth near the infirmary, taking an opportunity to flick through the Times, something he's been unable to get in Cambodia. Come join him.

OOMs: Black Pearl

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

Lots of slowtimed OOMs here!

Way back when (that works for time lines, at least in Milliways), Wellard takes Elda out to meet Jack on board the Pearl to forstall any "ack! Beastie!" "Ack! Pirate!" chance meetings.

Later, there is a lot of repair work going on! Two former british naval officers meet, (though the circumstances of how they both left the navy rather differ). Kaylee and Jack discuss purple vs Black for the Pearl.

Speaking of colors, there is a rather orange group helping out with repairs as well. Mercer defies the saying about whistling on board ship, and volunteers up in the rigging- where else?

Other repair threads are still... in the works!

ETA: Demon in the Rigging! Now with subtitles!

Notes for Asar-Suti and Rabastan.

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Enough time had passed since the bestowing of the ring to Rabastan and Strahan has decided that, today—or even tonight—is a good night to begin Rabastan's training. That means he has to find the wizard and take him to the Seker so that they could teach Lestrange how to cope with an animal's body.

It also means two notes to send, and, after requesting writing materials from a rat ordered to stay put until the compositions were complete so it could deliver them to the persons they were intended for, he sets down to writing.

( To Rabastan Lestrange. )

( To Asar-Suti. )

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[dreamer_fray]

And then there was Harth.

Lying full-length on a table in one of the booths, and staring up into the rafters. Naming the stars.

Not really. Can't see 'em from this point.

But he might be. Y'never know.

(no subject)

[necessary_child]

Sam's stretched out on a sofa by the fire, reading and munching chocolates (After Eights, if you're wondering. He's leaving the empty chocolate packets in the box, because he's annoying that way). He's in a quiet mood for once, but isn't at all unbotherable.

Feel free to steal a chocolate, or tell him not to take up so much room. Or both.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

[OOM: August 20, 1996. Murphy's been acting odd. Connor wants to know why.]

(no subject)

[dragon_twin]

For Melou, Milliways is a welcome sight tonight. He's in a far better mood than he has been of late, but he's still not home, so there's a lingering tiredness.

Alcohol is clearly in order.

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[md_donighal]

In the evening, Michael comes down... and sees his door. "Glass of shiraz, please, dear?" Bar obliges, and delivers Moiraine's note while she's about it. He reads it as he sips. "Light illumine and protect you, Moiraine Sedai, in all the empty places where you must walk."

His departure is at hand, but for narrative purposes, he won't be leaving until at least one person has come to say eir goodbyes.

(no subject)

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

A tall girl, talking on her cell phone and laden with packages, pushes open the door to the bar with her shoulder. One hand is occupied with about four shopping bags and the other hand is occupied with her cell phone. She's wearing sunglasses and not really watching where she's going, which is one reason she's surprised when her cell phone conversation cuts out.

"...Yeah. OK. Marta? Marta? You're cutting out..."

The girl looks at her cell phone, irritably pushing her sunglasses on top of her head to look at the screen on the phone.

And then she looks up.

"...oh. Milliways."

Oh, well. The mall floors (and the not-so-sensible shoes she was wearing) hurt her feet. She may as well sit down.

And take off those damned shoes.



[OOC: the Angela-Melou thread is now definitely in the "R" rated category]

Writely!

[iambetadraconis]

[OOM: Strahan takes Rabastan to see the Seker the wonderful Seker of Valgaard! to begin teaching him how to master the wolf's body.]

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[learningtosee.livejournal.com]

Stella walked into the bar the same way she did everything. Very quietly. She made her way up to the bar and ordered some hot chocolate and sat down. She kept an eye out for anyone she knew but for the most part quietly looked at her book.

(no subject)

[e_delmar]

Ennis' back by the fireplace, complete with blanket, but he seems to be awake tonight, and that's a good thing, at least.

He's got a piece of wood and a knife in his hands, though he don't seem to be doin' much with either at the moment.

Nearby, a cigarette's burning its way down to a stub.

(no subject)

[vegetarianvamp.livejournal.com]

Inari inna bar! She's sitting at the bar with a glass of coke and a basket of deep fried paradoxes. Come by and say hello or steal a steal a paradox or two. (For those not in the know, deep fried paradoxes look and taste exactly like an onion ring does not).

(no subject)

[dead_hooker_2]

Sometimes a girl just needs to hang out on the beach. And if a girl lives in California, this is not a hard thing to do. Which is exactly what Trina has been doing.

Which might explain why she's come in now, in a bikini and a sarong, sunglasses and flip-flops, slightly windswept and sandy.

This is so not the bar she thought she was walking into. But she's not complaining.

Bar makes a mean Strawberry Daquiri, after all.

(no subject)

[simple-aeronaut.livejournal.com]

It's dusk, and Lee's bedding down.

In his balloon, now the basket's made - he gave up his room upstairs, if he ever had one - with blankets and his daemon to keep him warm this autumn night.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Last time Beverly was here, the door stayed put, and she'd taken the chance of going home, hoping it wouldn't end up being another year before she made it back.

Judging by her presence, and the slightly smug look she's wearing, the gamble paid off.

She's at the bar with a hamburger and a cherry soda, and probably wouldn't mind conversation.

(no subject)

[ladyfirestarter]

It's late at night, and Charlie McGee can't sleep.

She's given up on trying to soothe herself into sleepiness, after trying everything from music to poetry to hot milk with a shot of kahlua, and has instead thrown on a sweatshirt and jeans and come looking for company.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael enters, shooting a slightly hunted look over his shoulder, and heads for the Bar.

The discerning ear may hear him muttering about pageboys with swords and stubborn councillors.

(no subject)

[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Annie Wells takes Arithon to meet proof that real music still exists in her and Harry's world.]

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River steps through the door. Her brows are drawn together in concentration; she has the look of someone on a mission.

When she spots Jack and Ennis over by the fire, her face brightens, and she heads over to them.