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[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

It seems one not-exactly-deity-or-personification has decided to come down to the main bar, tonight. It also seems, however, that she's been elsewhere - there's grey ash caught in her hair, and the normal scent of woodsmoke is surprisingly strong.

She's also not really taking pains to appear mortal. If you look closely, you might be able to see the reflection of flames in her eyes, or just under her skin.

But she won't burn you, dear, of course not.

Right?

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael emerges from the staff corridor, looking rather better rested and somewhat more cheerful than he had last night. He pops to the bar to fetch a cup of tea and then settles himself on a sofa in front of the fire, placing his cup just so and folding and refolding his copy of the LA Times until the crossword is foremost, staring up at him blankly and somewhat forlornly, perhaps. If you were in the mood to anthropomorphise newsprint, of course.

He seems far more interested in decorating the border with a pattern of small leaves than in giving it a name - or, indeed, filling in any clues - and would most likely welcome further distraction.

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[looksunjapanese.livejournal.com]

This is an entry post which has been confiscated to say that the mun finally has a night where she can be up past midnight, is still bored, and welcoming threads.

It is also to say that Eiri's still in the bar, since he usually goes to bed late, and sleeps late. In this case particularly, as he's trying to avoid an interview he'll have to return to, eventually.

In the meantime, he's got coffee, a book resting open on one arm of the sofa, a bored expression, and a cigarette that's slowly burning away to nothing. Come distract him before he starts looking for trouble, or drops ash all over himself, the book, or the upholstery.

[ooc: Mun is awake again and open to tagging, as will not post another EP so soon.]

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[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Bev was going to go to bed, but since her door to Milliways came back, it's been showing up in unpredicted places.

Like tonight, when it showed up instead of her bedroom.

Still, there's nothing wrong with having a mug of hot chocolate before bed that she wouldn't have gotten otherwise.

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[river_meimei]

River was outside earlier, riding Boukephalos. It's getting colder, even for someone sitting on a warm horse, and her sweater isn't all that thick. So when she comes in through the lake door, her cheeks are red, her hair tousled and windblown with a few leaves scattered through it, and her fingers are icy.

All the same, she's grinning.

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[iambetadraconis]

( Letter for Asar-Suti )

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[kurosakiboy.livejournal.com]

Ichigo's in the bar again, looking a little beaten up. Just a few scrapes and cuts, a few bruises to go along, hardly anything to concern himself over. He's stuck himself in a booth, sword resting on the seat beside him. His head is back and his eyes are closed, but he's...just resting his eyes. Not sleeping. Really.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

There is an immortal sitting by the fire looking at her bare arm. On said arms is a mark on her arm. A bite mark that hasn't healed quite right. Something is wrong and she looks very disturbed. This isn't right. No wound should leave a scar, not on her, not since she became an immortal.

She knows who caused this and how it happened which only makes this worse. Could it be that she is now cursed as well? This doesn't bod well if she is. There is enough that she is dealing with but to have yet another beast inside her could be devistating.

So she ponders and drinks her coffee.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

In four days, Suzi will experience Turnover. She's not thinking about that right now.

She's also trying, very hard, not to think about totally breaking down on Whistler yesterday because that simply isn't channel behavior (with the exception of post-Transfer syndrome).

Instead she's thinking about the angel she met, and how comforting he zlins.

This is the tenth day, and Suzi has finally gotten another set of clothing. The specifications for it were "comfortable, practical, and easy to dry". So for the first time in her life she's got pants on...this was apparently the practical. She can't deny the comfortable, either.

Someone show this woman how to work a laundry machine and dryer, please. Or she'll be reduced to trying to get denim to dry on a line...

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[trustonewhosees.livejournal.com]

Tersa still in the bar. She doesn't look for the door; she'll know when it's time to leave, she presumes. She still won't be going home, her work in Terreille wasn't near finished, so she might as well see what the Bar is like while she's here. Maybe meet some new people. She's heard mentions of magic and dragons, but none of the Jewels. It's something of a relief, if one's honest.

She has a cup of hot coffee, and a plate of pancakes with blueberry syrup. Since both are new to her, she tastes them with caution.

Botherable.

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[whychoosefear.livejournal.com]

There's Paul in the bar today. He's reading a copy of the tabloid that had Mark so furious earlier.

Unlike Mark, his reaction isn't comprised of rage. He seems to find it amusing.

He wouldn't mind talking to someone.

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[velocitygirl]

He's out. Oh gods he's out and she knows it first hand because her cheek is throbbing pink.

She runs down the stairs, barefoot, her shoes forgotten somewhere and she looks for someone she knows to help her.




They promised.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

A very astute man once said that a marriage is made up of two people who are willing to swear that only the other one snores. In this case, well, by the time Mark wakes up, the entire bar will know that he snores. Curled up in a booth, arms cuddling his camera, Mark snores away, oblivious to the entire world. Wake him up?

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[door-2-door.livejournal.com]

The Salesman's grown tired of people watching, which is why you'll find him outside hunting rabbits. Not unlike Elmer Fudd, but with proper R's, and very strange rabbits. Why yes, this is a first. Don't worry, though, you're probably safe enough. He's hard to sneak up on and not inclined to shoot without knowing that he should. It's just target practice, of sorts.

Despite that, he's far out in the woods, away from people, for a reason. Are you too?

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[the-silver-lady.livejournal.com]

Celebrían is down in the bar this afternoon, singing quietly and observing those around her.

There are many newcomers and she would be glad to meet them.

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[iambetadraconis]

Reply letter from Asar-Suti in hand, he goes through Milliways with a fine-toothed comb.

Rabastan's tried the garden and the library, and even that trilobite tank with those weird arthropods in it.

Three times already.

So far he hasn't run into Asar-Suti and that just compounds his anxiety.

How hard can it be to find one purple god anyways?

He sighs, shaking his head.

Time to make the rounds again...

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[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Fire and Frost (and later Jack) share a sibling moment. No, I didn't see it coming.]

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman was sitting on a rock out back, looking over the lake. It was chilly out, so he had a coat on. He watched the sunlight sparkle on the water, and the clouds idly pass overhead. The Pearl gave a nice touch to the view. A breeze blew past him, and he zipped up his coat. His eyes drew down to the water, and some memories stirred up. At least they didn't freeze him in his tracks in fear like it used to.

He would certainly welcome a distraction regardless, though.

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[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

There's a dead girl at the bar. Yes, we mention this because it is an usual sort of dead. But it's not really important right now, so just pretend we didn't mention it, eh?

--Anyway, Gwen's at the bar, staring at the bottles longingly. She could order a drink, and add it to her ever-growing tab, but she much prefers having them bought for her.

Be a gentleman? Or a doll, she won't discriminate.

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[the_antiangst]

Typist having finally tired of trying to work around a cranky laptop, Angel is in the bar. New people means more interesting people-watching, after all.
There is a sewing project, off to one side. There is pizza - enough for sharing, if pineapple and/or bacon doesn't present a problem.

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[not-one-drop.livejournal.com]

This particular reformed vampire isn't exactly in the bar.

Rather, she's outside, back to a tree and somewhat moodily tossing pebbles into the lake, shoulders hunched inside an overlarge sweatshirt.

She's not the biggest fan of autumn.

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[not-british.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Chase and guilt and nightmares and suppression. Rated D for Daddy issues, and A for some serious Angst.]

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[fiveroundsrapid.livejournal.com]

The exploratory mission into the caves under Wenley Moor did not go as planned. Between one thing and another, Frankly, it was the closest Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart ever came to uttering the words 'hold your fire' in a situation where a surrender flag was not immediately evident. And Baker got attacked anyway, damn the luck.

Frankly, he's glad his quarters turned out to be the Bar instead. He could use the breather.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Harry Wells has a long-standing policy of getting his arse the fuck away from human civilisation the day before full moon and staying well away until sunrise two days after full. It was easy in Yorkshire. In London, waiting for the doctors to say his granddaughter and her mum could come home frmo hospital, it wasn't nearly so bloody easy. To save everyone involved a lot of bother he took a train north, and got off as soon as he felt they were reasonably rural, then started running. This morning he started back home.

Unfortunately, this was supposed to be the Kings Cross exit where he was to meet Annie, so he's a little irritated just at the moment.

(no subject)

[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After a week of shopping, Cain and Molly wend their way toward a sight they hope might be familiar. Some things are the same, some are different.]

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[talkstohats]

Sophie's got a basket of mending with her, today, as she meanders her slow and creaking way through the silver-down door and into the bar.


If anyone asks, she simply couldn't get any work done with Howl and Michael throwing around all that clatter in the backyard for their spells. It's perfectly reasonable for her to make her way into somewhere that has suitable cushioned seats for her old bones.

And curiosity has absolutely nothing to do with it.

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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel is at the bar with...well nothing! He doesn't have his usual books and he murmurs something quietly to Bar and his mug of coffee appears before him. He takes it and reatreats to the fireplace to ponder on thoughts unknown. Could be about the Ori or it could even be about various languages needing study in order to keep his skills sharp. Come bug? You won't regret it. I promis.

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[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom and Edmund have a chat in the House of Arch library

first grasp

[yukon-2019.livejournal.com]

Lucy pops off her wretched hotel-room up ... where? Sounds have changed. No more unnerving-silence-only-interrupted-by-sick-neon lamps-buzzing. There are voices in the air now ...

'... in my head, aren't they? They're all in ... I am in! Oooh that's exciting - but I didn't expect it to be so ... dark!?'

She's not aware of having mouth and eyes shut tightly - possibly like waiting for a strike.

She's not aware of sitting on the ground - possibly right in the middle of something that would look like a bar (with eyes open).

Hopefully no one trips over her. Sincere apologies, if someone does.

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[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The Door...remember it? That fickle fetcher of frenetic friends of fortune?

Well, it just opened and admited a ball of light.

It's a sizable ball of light. If it were a pumpkin, it would make one really, huge jack-o-lantern. However, there is a decided lack of orange...much more white with hints of blue and gold flickering and swirling through it.

Our friend, the floating, luminescent orb, freezes mid-float. And anyone with an ounce of psi-sensitivity can probably hear its reaction to its arrival.

Valen's name!

The thought is tinged with a feeling rather like that of a practicing nudist who has just realized he didn't notice the "Did You Remember To Dress" sign on his front door.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

And right after that, the Door opened again to admit a tired but relieved at being done with work Ghostbuster. He also had sore fingers. Maria was teething. And he was wondering if there was beaver in the family tree somewhere. A kid should not be able to *eat* a playpen.



He blinked and shielded his eyes at another arrival.

"Yo buddy, lay off the high beams will ya?" He yelled.

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[realmrsreynolds]

[OOM: Millitime-y to...recently:

Sallie has many many people over for dinner.]

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[doctor-weir.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Doctor!" Elizabeth calls hastily over her shoulder. Rodney had left ahead of her and she'd been throwing a polite if evasive smile over her shoulder to Dr. Lee.

That's why she didn't see herself walking into Milliways instead of a hallway at Stargate Command.

"At least I won't have to talk about World of Warcraft here..."

[ooc: Plz ping 'stephmuji' before tagging if possible.]

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[hands-unclean.livejournal.com]

If one is loose with days, it has been one year since Lady Macbeth arrived facedown in Milliways, newly freed of both madness and her life.

Death has been good to her. Her husband is regained, and alliances, if not friends, have been gathered from across many worlds.

She came here ragged and alone. Now she is holding court at her favorite table, near the windows on the lake. Come join her for a toast: she has much to celebrate.

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

Whistler's been around the Bar for most of the day, but he hasn't been doing anything especially noticeable. Mostly he's been walking along the walls, tapping here, listening there, running small objects over this or that bit of paneling and nodding or scowling. Nothing big. It's kept him busy, but busy time is over, so out comes the white cane as he lets go of the wall and very, very carefully navigates through the maze of chairs and tables to the Bar. "Hey, Bar?" he says, resting his fingertips on the polished surface. "Can I get dinner now? I'm not hungry for anything in particular, but if it's something Suzi hasn't had, that'd be great."

There's a pause, and then a comprehensive little sushi assortment appears. Under his fingers the varnish briefly rises and falls in a series of Braille dots.

"Oh, that's great. Thank you."

The Bar's a little awkward to eat at if you're expecting somebody else to share with. He winds up sticking the cane under one arm and picking up his tray, then making for where he's pretty sure he remembers encountering the nearest table with the free hand outstretched.