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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

It was Molly that found the door back to Milliways inside the cabinet in the new house.

( How it happened... )

“Cain! I’ve found a door to Milliways in the laundry room!”

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Halloween night. Bar's costuming magic goes a little farther than anyone expected... maybe.]

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[huntress-moon.livejournal.com]

It's the night of the full moon, and outside, it is her time. All phases of the moon were hers, but here, the light was bright. Good night for a hunt. Likely can hear the baying of hounds on the edge of the forests tonight.

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[truantjohnny.livejournal.com]

It's been, what, seven years since that day in Flagstaff? Can't remember. Been thinking about that lately, since I buried my dog. Poor Edmund. I don't know whether it was the cold in Colorado or just old age that finally brought down his great old thrumming heart. Maybe I should have known when he barked at me, all dusty and sad, when we split ways from my buddy Red in Colorado Springs.

Red, now there's another good old road-dog. Those ridiculous raccoon-tats on his face, faded and blue from years in the sun, hitching his way from East Bumfuck, Virginia to San Deigo and back again. Best goddamn didgeridoo player this side of Australia.

Only Red's still alive and kicking and drinking, and Edmund is under three feet of hard dirt and a pile of stone in the Texas panhandle.

I've been thinking 'Fuck this' for a good five miles till I come across a tiny, burnt-out old bar, here out in the middle of nowhere.

What I need, I decide, is a beer. And a shower and shave wouldn't go amiss, either.

Maybe I should have known by the bone chimes hanging from the dilapidated front porch, playing some kind of primitive dirge. Maybe by the way the road shimmered on up ahead, from road into water, then from water into sky.

But what do I know?

So I walk into the bar.

The bar is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.

My breath hitches, and my heart races, beating out ancient rhythms of panic at my temples.

"What the fuck is this shit?"

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[called_lioness]

[OOM: "We don't talk about these things, you know." And there are many things Lucy and Caspian do not talk about and, on the night of the 30th, once the Band Candy has worn off--well, they find they really have to. Whether they like all of it or not. Sex, siblings, children, and promises are all mentioned. Sometimes with yelling.]

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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*Kara Thrace, beer in hand, sits on a stool at the bar. She's a little sweaty from flying sim runs upstairs. She's getting used to X-Wings, but she misses her Viper more every day. She plays idly with the frosty bottle, sliding it back and forth between her hands*

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[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

Not Far Enough Out Of Milliways To Be Comforting: A reaction.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells woke up in the woods this morning all spattered in red, with a nasty metallic aftertaste in his mouth and bits of skin stuck between his teeth. Normally that sort of thing can't ever mean anything good, but there was at least the skull of a fallen deer to make plain exactly what had died the night before. Not to mention the dim and glimmering memory of a silvery-lit woman with bow and arrow, and possibly hounds-

You can never really tell around here.

Anyway, he'd taken his usual precautions of stashing his clothing where it'd be safe, so aside form a brief, intense burst of blood-smell there's very little to give him away as he ducks into the Bar and heads upstairs. About half an hour later he returns, having showered, scrubbed, brushed, and flossed thoroughly. He's fit for civilized company now. At least, insofar as any werewolf can be when he's still got a night's worth of transformation to go.

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[inquisitivehero]

Countdown - 4. 3. 2. 1. - Last Call For Alcohol

***
( Henry McCoy is on the lake, sort of. )

(ooc: Warnings for various levels of intelligence and violence. Last Open post for this Hank McCoy in Milliways.)

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[sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com]

Alice's rest had been filled with many things she didn't know. Things that confused her beyond no end. Like remembering the name of the white rabbit that had been experimented on. Why the hell would she remember something like that? It really made no sense. Either way she was down in the bar at the table she normally sat at (not that she's really paying any attention to that) and there's a pad of paper sitting in front of her.

All six of her guns are with her. The MP5Ks, the Berettas... her shotgun. And, of course, the initialized gun Nathan had given her. Except that gun is laying next to the pad of paper on the table... just in case. Not that she believed she'd need it. One the piece of paper the words 'Today all your dreams come true' were written. Blue eyes stare at it as things are remembered. Things long forgotten.

Maybe the bio weapon needs a distraction. Maybe.

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[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Kidnapped.]

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Jim was outside in the less-than-perfect weather, jogging. The Bar had given him something close to the standard red-and-black track suit worn by Starfleet officers when they worked out in official facilities. It was, he realized, as close to being in uniform as he'd been in months. It felt decidedly strange, but not uncomfortable.

He's not going too fast, so feel free to try and keep up and say hi.

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Iella talks some sense into Corran. Way Millitimed to right before Halloween.]

By the Lake

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is out by the lake as she has been so often lately. Those who knew her when she first arrived may recognize the hair, she chopped off the green locks and bleeched it. Still stylish perhaps more so and still wearing the same workout clothes, okay there is a new top but the rest is the same.

So, Amanda + Lightsaber = long training session.

Bother at will.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi is almost done with the ring for Sharpe. She's just got to finish the sizing (the laterals taper, a bit, so she's able to test it by where it slides to on one. Don't bump them, they're delicate and look it). When the gentle and delicate work there is done she sets the ring in a small velvet box and closes it with a soft click.

She really, really needs a camera. Possibly also a sizing bar, that would make things easier in the future. For now, though, she's got a little bit of time before she starts work again, and she should probably be reminded about food. Sime tend to forget.

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[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob hasn't told anyone in Mainframe about his trip to Milliways yet. He meant to, when he first got back, but no one had even noticed he was gone. Apparently, although he'd spent the better part of a cycle in the bar, only a few nanoseconds had passed back home. Weird.

He will tell Dot about this place soon, though. If he gets a chance.

In the meantime, he's found himself in Milliways again. He's sitting at a table, sipping an energy shake, watching people walk by. So far no one's noticed him yet, but who knows how long that will last?

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[snowy_river_man]

[Pre-Milliways OOM, part the second:

Town is nothing like the mountains, and people aren't always who you expect them to be. Sometimes that works to your advantage.]

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[blood-hungary.livejournal.com]

Erzsébet is rather unruffled at finding herself here again. It lets her take care of a little business, as she leaves a small, black velvet pouch at the bar for Suzi Darley, the jewels promised for her commission.

An impassive glance around the bar later, she settles herself into one of the chairs near the fire, legs crossed at the ankles and fingers drumming gently on the arm of the chair.

As soon as she convinces herself the waitrats can be trusted, she may just order a drink.

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[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

Tonight there's new canon.

So clearly there has to be a Matt, glad (thank god) that he's back in color and back to looking like himself, outside- (odd that) close to the bar.

The woods are freaking him out.

Still. He's got a beer and he's got a newspaper. It's the LA times from 1994, but yanno.

He's re-reading the Rodney King thing again.


[Mun begs your apologies. Her vicodin just kicked in and it's an effort to stay awake. Will return on the morrow]

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

Well, well, well. Lookie here.

Some crazy Corellian Jedi thing is back in the bar. And you know something's wrong when Corran walks over to Bar and just asks for water.

Good thing he didn't. Whyren's, a chair near the fire, and a watchful eye.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

OoM: Its nice to have a thinky character that doesn't break my brain. Or: Suzi Darley gets introspective again.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Once again, Angela didn't sleep well the night before. Sometimes, having a Forsaken-look-alike come into the bar when you least expect it does that to you.

But she's gamely trying to study and sipping a double-espresso mochacchino (or whatever it's called--it has a lot of caffeine) as she does so. She's managing to get a decent amount done, but every so often she stares off blankly into space. Sometimes her writing trails off down the page before she brings herself back on task.

Her reading glasses are slipping down her nose, but she isn't taking much notice of them, really. She might like a distraction.

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[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

Wedge saunters downstairs in grey slacks, white t-shirt, and a comfortable brown jacket. This would be Wedge who is very off duty.

Considering he hasn't been back on duty since before Halloween, it's going to be a rough transition when he goes back, even if there's still a couple weeks of vacation waiting for him. He has just about everything he needs here, except a chance to fly. That's what'll drive him back, in the end.

That, and wanting an update on the latest smashball scores.

Humming to himself, he heads for the Bar for something to eat. Gotta love a place that serves good Corellian food.

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[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

He was well enough to be back in the bar, it would seem-

Thus, Wellard was at one of the tables, empty plates that had once held dinner, pushed to the side, and paging through a book Bar gave him. The Works of Robert Browning, and a quick glance to the note inside the cover shows this is a writer of the future!-

At least subjectively to someone from 1802.

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[futures_of_ash]

[Some internal work is done]

And there was a telepath, flame licking along her skin upon occasion as she paced along the lake shore. She didn't think being indoors at this moment would be the best of ideas, seeing what she'd just put herself through...

And she couldn't just sit still and meditate...

So she paced.

Pacing was good.

And occasionally skipped rocks across the water, since she was getting better at that particular trick.

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[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

[OOM, milli-timed to a few weeks ago: Under the influence of Band Candy, Chase and Chloe get up in each other's biz-ness. And inevitably, as with most threads involving hormonal outbursts, the words 'WE MUST NEVER SPEAK OF THIS' will be uttered. Warnings for light cursing, light nudity, light blood shed, and a little bit of Fred Durst-impersonation.]

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[necessary_child]

Sam appears in the doorway, looking incredibly tired and even paler and skinnier than usual.

(It's been ten or eleven days for him, after all.)

He just... blinks. And just about manages a wry grin before stumbling into the least-obvious booth possible, and collapsing in the shadows.

He knows he's got someone to find, but for now just being here's enough.

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[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is the roar of plasma thrusters. After a minute or two, the lake door swings open, and the most dangerous being in the whole universe steps in.

Lobo, the Main Man, the Last Czarnian.

A glance around, and he moves to his usual booth, ordering cold strong ale on the way.

He seems to be in a good mood...

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy managed a couple of hours sleep last night. Enough to make it through his shift in Holby today, even if his tired appearance resulted in a full blown power clash between his bosses.

After going outside to check on Hank, he makes his way over to a booth in the corner, gets himself some tea and a ham sandwich, which he picks at for a bit.

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[chf-insp-finch.livejournal.com]

[First, there was gunpowder, and music, and surprise.

Now comes the plot and the fear, and the chaos.

Now comes the real chase.]

The door creaks open, and Chief Inspector Eric Finch, shoulders slumped and face sagging with weariness, pauses, his hand on the doorknob. Behind him waits a large, bleak room with no light except the faint glow from the wall-filling television screen on the opposite side from the door. For a moment, he only stands there, tired eyes traveling around the room in a vain attempt to place this--is it a pub?--in a scenario in which it makes sense.

It refuses. The hallway down which Creedy, Dascombe and the others had gone after the briefing on Jordan Tower has disappeared, though Finch remembers hearing their retreating steps echo down through the walls. Giving one last incredulous look behind him, he pulls a jacket on over suspenders and a wrinkled blue shirt, and lets the door fall closed behind him.

He could use a drink, anyhow.


* OOMs contain some spoilers for the beginning of V for Vendetta. Both contain some violence or mention of violence.

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[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Xas steps through, tapping snow off his boots and unwinding the scarf from around his neck.

There is no appreciable redness on his cheeks despite the snow melting gently on his eyelashes and hair.

He draps his coat and gloves on a chair before going to the bar for a glass of wine, then settles back at the table, toeing off his boots and tucking his bare feet underneath him.

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[hero-jack.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jack starts his way through canon...and things happen. Spoilers for Lost 3.01: A Tale of Two Cities]

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[colour_girl]

It's late, at least for her. Or maybe it's early. One can never really tell at this place.

Either way, Iris is sitting backwards in a chair at one of the tables, a venti white hot chocolate with irish cream in one hand and a book in the other.

She's also humming tunes from a certain musical that has witches and farm girls and flying monkeys in it.

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[mogget_cat]

Yrael pads on bare feet from the back corridor, carrying his violin. He hums under his breath as he claims a bar stool as his own and orders a mug of hot chocolate.

A long, restful nap and a hot drink to ward off the November chill: what more could anyone ask for?

Oh right. Music.

Sooner or later, he gets around to tuning. Do stop by and listen to the young albino all dressed in white, who is playing the delighted surprise of feeling the first touch of winter's chill upon one's face.

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[kitchen_maid]

Amy comes in this evening with her hands full of envelopes, sealed with gold wax and ribbons, carefully and formally addressed in the swirling script of a palace scribe to Queen Susan of Narnia, Miss Marguerite Giry and Mr. Andrew Wells, Miss Anne Shirley, Mr. Logan Echolls, King Caspian X and Queen Lucy of Narnia, King Mendanbar of the Enchanted Forest, Princess Cimorene of Linderwall, Lord Ostium and Lady Door of the House of Arch and Mr. Gavroche Thernardier and Lady Ingress, Professor Merriman Lyon, Captain and Mrs. Malcolm Reynolds, Miss Philippa Gordon, Midshipman Henry Wellard, Mr. Gilbert Blythe, Miss Lilly Kane, and Mr. Eustace C. Scrubb.

"Bar, dear, would you mind, terribly, seeing that these are delivered?"

That done, she vanishes back out through the door to Ambergeldar, only to return moments later with her daughter.

They're both settled in over by the fireplace, where Amy is singing a silly song about a knight and a dragon, much, it appears, to Susan's amusement.