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[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

The Guado Glories are, for the record, nothing.

Well. Okay. So they haven't had the match yet. But they will, soon!

And they will be nothing.

With their hair. And eyes. And smiles that make--

Tidus firmly stops that train of thought, even if he's scowling at the blitzball he's kicking about. The fact that he's looking at the ball may be why it takes him a moment to realize he's in the bar instead of Luca.

...Well.

There's no grand maesters with blue hair here, anyway. And the game's not going to start without him.

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[snowy_river_man]

[OOM --

All in a day's work: Jim makes his first enemy, and then discovers what that flirting business is all about when Jessica Harrison needs help tying a knot.]

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[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

Day fifteen.

Bored gothy girl.

Booth, diet soda, paradoxes.

Bother?

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

There was a white fox curled up in a quiet corner of the bar. Grey eyes watching the place. The fox seemed tense and troubled.
But then he should be. The fox was really a wizard who might have less than a month to live.

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[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Someone is outside punishing themselves for being happy. That someone would be Revan who has been running laps around the lake until exhaustion hits and he has to stop. This is the point he is at now, exhausted and leaning against one of the trees, chest heaving, to catch his breath.

He has on clothes that he procured from Bar: a basic, grey t-shirt, despite the weather, black track pants, and heavy boots. His shirt is almost soaked through with sweat, indicating he has been jogging for some time, and he looks about ready to go jump in the lake, even if the water may be too cold.

He probably would go jump in the lake if a lightsaber was not tucked into his left boot, which is not the most comfortable of places to put it when running, having the metal chafe against the ankle, but he is out torturing himself already so added discomfort is overlooked.

He wants to keep running (and running and running) except exhaustion seems to be getting the better of him and he slips down from leaning against the trunk of the tree to sitting on the cold ground.

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Kira's in the bar...well, she's actually under the table. Reaching and cursing and muttering as she tries to get the stylus that a sock is chewing on. She has no idea where the sock came from, she could have sworn she gave them back to Atton. Maybe they reproduced and had a babysock, but all she knows is this one is trying to turn her stylus into broken pieces.

Botherable. :D

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[unwraith.livejournal.com]

Michael had spent the last couple of days away from the Bar proper, either at his room or outside. This morning wasn't an exception, he decided. He stayed inside after daybreak only long enough to grab a thermos of hot something-or-other, and head for the lakeshore.
Finding a rock that overlooked the water, he sat.
The cold didn't bother him as much as other things. He might welcome company, if they won't be put off by a somewhat irritable alien.

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[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Morgan visits Alanna, and there is Tea. Millitimed to...when Morgan first came back to the Bar. Or something]

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

The door opens on the sounds and smells of San Francisco. And on two people, as well; one of them has tentacles, and one doesn't. "Sounds like we're back, Suzi," Whistler calls over his shoulder. "Am I right?"

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie Kennedy, in the bar, with Paradoxes. Sounds like the solution to a game of Clue, and Archie would be amused, if indeed he knew how the game Clue were played and won. But anyway, there he is, prime and ready for conversations, pesterings, information, or simply pleasant company. Have at.

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

It finally dawned on Kirk that he could ask the Bar for a standard Captain's Log recorder. Not that he feels a need to record a Captain's (or rather, Admiral's) Log entry. No, he's using it to compose a letter to Sam Cogley. if he's going to face the music, he might need a good lawyer, and it never hurts to get thought organized.

But he's quite interruptable.

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[iambetadraconis]

I've got to persuade him. Somehow.

Regardless of what the Seker said, he intends to tell the god exactly what is to be done with Rodolphus.

That Asar-Suti is going to have to respect Rabastan's wishes regardless of what the god might want otherwise.

We're better than Rodolphus and we can prove it too.

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[mendanddefend_archive]

Guardian programs have many special abilities related to their function as protectors of the 'Net.

The ability to carry a tune is not one of them.

Unfortunately, neither is the ability to know that one cannot carry a tune.

Thus, we find Bob grooving into Milliways with a pair of headphones on, singing to himself. The song is unidentifiable, but it is very, very loud and very, very off-key.

Somebody please stop him, for the sake of decent people everywhere.

Life Support

[whychoosefear.livejournal.com]

There's only us, there's only this;
Forget regret or life is yours to miss.

Paul had posted meeting times and a location earlier, and so takes a seat. He's not anticipating a huge initial turnout, but he won't let that discourage him.

All are welcome to talk to him, or to others that are already within the circle.

No other road, no other way
No day but today.

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[nodistresshere]

It seems to be quiet here tonight; Iella is sitting at the bar with a glass of something, stirring it idly with a straw. Her chin sits in her other hand and her legs are crossed at the knee, one foot resting on the bar at the bottom of her stool. She may be toying with her drink, but she's watching the bar at large and the patrons around her, face bright with interest in what they're doing.

She's a little bored, in case one hadn't gathered.

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[not-de-la-vega.livejournal.com]

The Count was back, no, not that one, the other one. The younger one. Yeah. Him.

Once again he had paperwork, and once again he was ignoring said paperwork in favor of a glass of port and watching the universe ending outside the window.

Go ahead and poke him, it'll probably make him jump.

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[thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com]

Remy was outside, apparently he was enjoying the rain, at least for the moment, just sitting on the back steps where he could at least pretend he was staying mostly dry, steaming mug of coffee held between both hands.

Partially it was to remind himself just how far from home he was. Feel free to interrupt.

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[shelley_winters]

The door swings open and a redhead in an unusually smart trouser suit takes a step in before pausing and blinking, and then, tentatively, smiling. She had thought it would be much longer before a door opened for her.

She glances at the stairs and heads up... before coming back down a few minutes later. No note. Good.

The girl sits down at the bar, and starts wondering what to order.

After this conversation with Nina, Shelley retuns with damp hair, clean, more casual clothes, and a bad mood. Why does she attract the horrible people?

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[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

The problem with taking a bunch of photographs all at once is that pretty soon, you run out of memory space on your card. And if your tab has already sky rocketed over the past couple of weeks, this means that getting a second memory card from Bar is not an option. And neither is going home, well, not yet anyway.

So, there's a Chloe sitting at a table with a mug of coffee and a digital camera, going through the images to try to find some to delete. Most of the time, it's just laughter. Because, truth be told, most of Milliways' patrons made for some very interesting shots.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

A girl walks into the bar, her face stuck in a book. She doesn't always read while she walks, but she's got a test on Catcher in the Rye and she's trying to get in a few more details before she sits the test.

She looks up after she's walked in, puzzled at the lack of changing-classes noise, and looks around bemusedly.

"Wow, it looks like I've got a bit more time to study, then."

She gets a Coke from the bar and goes to sit down with her book.

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[dear-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Given how long it'd been since the school's pantry door last opened into Milliways, Cora almost stopped bringing her satchel filled with presents for the new year to the school with her.

But when the door opens, she still has it with her, and grins through the opening before rushing back to fetch it. Satchel firmly on her shoulder, Cora makes a beeline to the sofas by the fire. Even with the small oven, the schoolroom is very cold.

[OOC: I am a bit on the tired side, so might head out in an hour or two. Also, Cora will be toting around her presents for awhile--she would rather deliver them herself, and doesn't realize that Bar can do it for her]

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[mogget_cat]

Yrael's voice is very easy to listen to, singing or speaking, but especially when telling stories. He is stretched out on the couch tonight with a book in his hand and a calico cat curled up across his shoulders so she might see the pictures as he reads to her.

"..."A blessing on that wild thing whoever he may be," said the Woman straightening her back, "for I was a busy Woman this morning and he has done me a service."
That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the dried horse skin curtain that was stretched tail down at the mouth of the cave fell down---So!---because it remembered the bargain, and when the Woman went to pick it up---lo and behold!---the Cat was sitting quite comfy inside the cave..."

Yrael turns the page as the calico's tail twitches in amusement. As he reads, Yrael's voice takes on all the smugness of a cat who has outwitted a foe with ease.

"..."O, my enemy and wife of my enemy and mother of my enemy," said the Cat, "it is I, for you have spoken a word in my praise, and now I can sit within the cave for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me."
The woman was very angry, and shut her lips tight and took up her spinning wheel and began to spin...."

Yrael reaches up to scritch the calico under the chin, smiling at the happy eruption of purring. Stories need audiences, even if the audience is a single, comfortable cat.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah, I'll pop them around to you as soon as I get home, okay Nana? ... no, they're perfectly safe, Abs found them on the sink." Guppy hovers in the doorway, aware that he's about to lose his phone signal. "I have to go, I'll be round in about an hour... yes I'll use the pedestrian crossing... okay, bye bye."

He puts his phone away as he heads over to the bar, pausing to get a pen out of his pocket and write 'teeth' on his hand. He then gets a cup of tea and heads over to a booth near the infirmary.

Entirely botherable.

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[smallestopener]

OOM: Mace Windu and Ingress talk celestial objects in the House of Arch

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[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

Johnny is standing by the trilobite tank, looking at the contents with a slightly bemused expression.

He leans over the top to get a better look, ash threatening to leave his cigarette and decorate the tank.

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[gone_byebye]

There should have been a paranormal incident today in Fort Lee, New Jersey. Something involving demonically possessed toilets. Instead, four students from Stevens Institute of Technology Hoboken were arrested for trespassing-related charges at the insistence of the management of the biggest Holiday Inn in the county.

Ray does not want to talk about it. He hates false alarms.

He's just gonna be over here with pie now, 'k?