Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Tom is quick to respond to Indy's request for hex reversal. However, a lack of jelly fingers is not enough to make for cheery times.]

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[OOM. Tom is quick to respond to Indy's hex problem. It turns out that renewed gripping ability is not enough to make for cheery times, but it does allow for the pouring of liquor.]

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[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

The nights were starting to grow shorter, even as the bounty outside was beginning to be frosted over most nights. Winter's advent, harvest time...and so Khemrys was downstairs carefully embroidering colors and knots on small bags. Harvest was the time for storing what had been reaped, for organizing the summers bounty...

And for that, well, bags were needed!

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[river_meimei]

Most of the bar's patrons settle into booths regularly, but not many seek out the spaces underneath. It's comfortable there, though; the table overhead casts everything in shadow, and with the benches to either side it's like a small and tidy cave. Not even very dusty, not with the Oompa Loompas on the job. You can sit on the floor, press your back to the wall, and watch the oblivious feet of a dozen patrons pass by.

River's doing so now.

Her sundress, already dappled in tie-dyed shades of purple, is shadowed to murkiness; her arms and legs seem pale in contrast. Her face is subdued, inward-turned and blank.

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[thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com]

Guess who was still around? Yeah, no surprise there. He was done watching the window at least.

Just at that particular moment, in case anyone was wondering, the thief was sitting at one of the smaller tables with the ever-present cafe au lait, and working on what appeared to be a simple enough game of solitaire. He'd been doing coin tricks earlier so he didn't get out of practice, but he could only do that for so long.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Day Nineteen.

Suzi Darely officially looks unwell. She's five days past Turnover, she's not sleeping much, and she's afraid to dream. She's got a cup of over-sweet tea, but it is pretty much untouched.

((Today is a Tuesday which means tags will be sporadic, but they will get there eventually.))

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[kitchen_maid]

OOM: In Ambergeldar,
a much anticipated arrival occurs.

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[velocitygirl]

It's really early in the morning when she comes down, quickly, for only a moment. She drops a note onto the bar, murmuring a name, and then hesitates and places another note down too.

And then walks away.

( Wedge Antilles )

( Zekka Thyne )

Relaxing

[dragonmenacier.livejournal.com]

Trism is on the couch closest to the fire holding a half-empty bottle and a sleeping baby Trindle.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar, looking much recovered.

She's still coughing every now and then, but coughs always seem to hang on when she's been sick.

Bother at will.

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[rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com]

Out by the lake there is a Jaffa meditating.

Come try to distract him. He needs the practice, it's not like he is disciplined enough.

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[velocitygirl]

It's a little later when she comes back down, a yipping puppy in her arms and a duffel flung over her shoulder and a stack of notes in her hand.

Impersonal notes. Just information. She sets them down and gives Bar the names of who they're for.

And then she stares at the door. Then glances back to the infirmary. She absentmindedly ties Wyn's leash to the bar for a moment, and disappears through the sickbay's door. A quick kiss on the cheek for Face and a squeeze of his hand as he sleeps, and she comes back out again.

Gets her things. And walks out the door. Almost wishing she'd never walk in again. She knows it won't happen that way.

( Note for Wedge Antilles, Biggs Darklighter, Gavin Darklighter, Face Loran, Wes Janson, Shalla Nelprin, Atton Rand, Hobbie Klivian, Tycho Celchu )

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[burned-them-all.livejournal.com]

The morning's dreary and slightly overcast, so Gwendolyn is curled up in a chair, though the one furthest from the fire. In place of her usual poetry, she's reading a relatively modern book on Medieval History.

She's scowling quite a lot, and shaking her head. It's a good thing she's not really worried about her grade.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

It's not often that you find Indiana Jones over by the fireplace—barstools, or tables with spare chairs to use as foot-rests are more his thing. He'll join friends over there, sure, but he never tends to sit in that vicinity on his own, despite the appeal of the extra comfort.

Nevertheless, that's where he sits today, at one end of a couch, with a mug of coffee and a dog-eared issue of Model Railroader that looks like it spent the last few years in a dentist's waiting room. His hands seem to be working fine again. Beyond that, though the situation is far from normal, his typically vacant demeanor doesn't betray much.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There's an Archie out by the lake today, somewhere, off to the side, practicing sword drills with single-minded attention.

He got Mel's note. He's not in a terribly good mood, say sorry, but he's there.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

[OOM: I should tell you..., or why you should perhaps actually trust rumour among Bohemians.]

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Cain asks Molly to take him to one of his many storage vaults, then they go to the Hogsmeade monastery to see if they can find someone to tell them what they need to do to get married. ]]

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[colour_girl]

Iris is sitting outside by the lake, observing whoever else may be out there and watching the leaves on the trees change. A boring pastime for some, but not for her.

She's not hard to miss, with wings matching the colors of the leaves. Although one might mistaken her for a bush from behind.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/]

Distracted with a red felt-tip marker. Taking up little space on a couch. Writing, using his bare arm for paper. Just as thin and colorless, and if he keeps still he can watch the way the ink feathers out against his skin as it dries.

Words and whispers from his mouth, Warm her from the inside out.

On the end table, his cup of hot chocolate has been sitting there untouched for a while now. Though he skimmed off the melting marshmallows. Picked out one by one because they were the best part. Once the cocoa cools, and the cinnamon stick has time to sit, it will be better.

Mmmm...beeeeer. (tag open)

[thea-lilitu.livejournal.com]

Lilith was still using "Thea" as her epithet; you don't get past hundreds of years of caution with a few good encounters. But she had taken the hint about even trying to play "normal human", and so her wings were folded against her back as she came down from the room she had rented. They were vast owls' wings, cream-brown barred and so soft they did not rustle. She'd chosen the brown suede halter dress and thigh boots to go with them--if she was going to be freaky-and-proud, she wanted to at least do it with some style. Besides...the outfit was suitable for her to unleash her inner amber addict; three strands of gleaming golden lumps wrapped each wrist, and another three crossed her throat. She kept playing with them--they were sparklies, after all.

She was humming as she came trotting down; she looked around, a faint smile on her face. She wasn't Hungry yet, but she loved being around people...as long as nobody went torches-and-pitchforks crazy on her in the process. Hopping onto a stool (chairs with backs were a problem with her wings "out" anyway), she ordered another Babylonian beer, which came in a biggish earthenware vessel with a slim gold straw. "Yum." It had literally been ages since she had access to her favorite brew; finding someplace that served it was enough to keep her coming back all on its own.

She murmured a toast that hadn't been used in several thousand years, then happily started slurping.

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[gone_byebye]

It only ever gets worse in New York at this time of year. Ray would very much like to hide in Milliways and sleep for about a week, but that's not about to happen. At least he can get something to drink here and steal a few minutes of relative quiet.

Assuming he's lucky, which he usually isn't.

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

The wiring's all been run, and the central elements of the sound system have been installed in strategic positions in the walls. There's a control panel located behind the Bar now, all its switches and controls neatly labeled in written English and in Braille. There's still elements left to install. Speakers, mostly.

Which is why Whistler is two steps from the top of a step-ladder with rails, bolting a speaker of considerable size to the wall.

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[luckbun-yoyo.livejournal.com]

There is a girl in her tweens with a long red ponytail sitting at a table, humming to herself. She's got a big brown bag on the table to the side a bit, and is holding a very large circular lollipop in both hands.

She's hardly opposed to an interruption.

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[doc_evil]

[OOM: In one of his many lairs, Dr. Evil contemplates running his evil empire without Mr. Bigglesworth. Desolate, he sulks.

It's all very dramatic.

He does, however, get over it rather quickly, as all stoic evil doctors must do.

But they will always have the cryogenic chamber.]

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[always-win.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and in comes Snow White, who looks at first annoyed that this isn't her office, and then pleased when she realises that it means she can obtain a pot of tea, and read over her papers in peace. So she heads straight for a table, flagging over a waitrat on her way.

She still has that box with her. The one with half a reel of gaffa tape holding the lid down, and what appear to be air-holes punched in it. Apparently, she doesn't want to let it out of her sight.

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

Redhead girl in a bar.

She's not new, just a lot...younger. She's even been here before at this age...just not recently.

And she barely remembers it.

But she's there. And staring at the wall with a glare. There used to be a door there.

And no, levelling her blaster at it cannot be a good idea.

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[dreamer_fray]

Y'could call it intuition, the way Harth makes straight for the door as soon as he comes down.

It opens.

He stands there for a moment, looking out, face unreadable. Thoughtfully, the vampire slips hands into his pockets, feeling the dried herbs already stored there, wrapped in cloth. Huh. Convenient.

And with a slight smile of anticipation, he walks out, door shutting firmly behind him.

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[last-heraldmage.livejournal.com]

Herald-Mage Vanyel Ashkevron and his Companion Yfandes, having dealt with a small group of rogue wizards near the Rethwellan border, have decided to stop at an inn on their way back to Haven.

Unfortunately, as Yfandes notices as soon as she steps through the inn's stable doors, ::Vanyel! That's not a normal door, it's a portal!:: She freezes, two hooves in the doorway and two hooves out of it. Vanyel, just behind her, holds tightly to a thong on Yfandes's saddle.

Yfandes tries to move backwards, back into Valdemar, but the portal grips them both and pulls them through into Milliways.

Vanyel and Yfandes, for logical reasons, are very much on guard right now.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is in the bar this evening. This, in and of itself, is not unusual.

The distracted smile on her face and constant rubbing of her left hand, however, is.

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[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

To one side of Revan there are several empty glasses from various alcoholic beverages, explaining his rumpled appearance of having one too many, and to the other side is a pile of crumbled up napkins littering the counter, each with scribbles of writing crossed out on them with the pen that Bar had provided.

He seems to have been there awhile and after what seems the twentieth attempt of trying to compose a proper note, he settles with scribbling one brief sentence, his name, and folds the napkin before he can scribble it out. "Anyway I could have this delivered to Kira Isek, Bar?" he asks and the folded note disappears from the counter.

"I’ll take that as a yes," he says and orders another drink.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard is...well, not exactly in a good mood as he makes his way down the stairs and into the main bar. But it's a better mood than he had when he came in a few days ago. But that slightly better mood quickly disappears as he makes his way up to the bar and note appears. He frowns as he reads it, and soon Sheppard is intently watching the bar, keeping an eye out for any signs of a familiar (but unwelcome) face.

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[shufti]

Shufti comes downstairs, holding Jack, and deposits a number of notes on the bar.

"Please can you deliver these?" she asks, and Bar absorbs them accordingly. "Thank you."

( CJ, Sam Linnfer, Amanda, Guppy and Molly Prewett )

She then sits at the bar and gets a drink of cola with lots of ice. She bounces Jack up and down on her knee as they both watch the bubbles going up.

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[gravity_shifter]

A cycle. One year, as she's come to call it. That's how long ago Sikozu first entered this place she now considers her home. And in that time, a lot has happened. This is home now, after all, and there's a reason for that. But there are questions that haven't been answered, things she's been avoiding.

Until this morning.

Tests have been conducted. A door has been opened. Now, all she has to do is decide what to do with what she now knows for certain.

In the meantime, sulking at the bar with an ill-timed milkshake is as complex an activity as she's inclined to participate in.

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[tibetanmethod]

By the window (not The Window, but the window that looks out on the lake) stands Dale Cooper, hands in his pockets.

There are trees out there.



Maybe an expedition out to the woods soon.

Maybe.

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[frankmartin]

[OOM: Frank takes a walk and does some thinking.]

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[mnt_raph]

*At first it's an innocuous tapping; persistent but light.
That doesn't last for long, soon it's a rather insistent knocking.
Then, like a rather impatient child, whatever it is begins to bang on the door.
The wood of the door itself threatens to splinter and break under the battery.

As abruptly as it starts, it stops.
Curious that.

With no warning the sound of metal on metal pierces the air.
What was once doorknob and lock has been reduced to so much scrap metal.

The door swings slowly open.
The hustle and bustle of Diagon alley can be seen in the background.
Of course, that's not the most striking about whole little affair.

No what is most striking is the fact that two rather angry looking martial arts weapons are hovering at roughly eye level.
There's the overall sensation that they're really pissed off, and that they're daring you to look at them funny.
Inanimate objects aren't known for their sense of humor.

They were left behind.
They were rebuilt to never be lost.
They are returning to where they belong.
To the side of their master.

They head up the stairs towards the suites.*

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[the_antiangst]

Angel's on a couch by the fire - it must be getting cold outside again.
Tea and paradoxes, sewing project, ever-popular fuzzy gender line.