Waiter on duty

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart is hurriedly tying on his apron as he comes through the door. A quick blur of red, and his name is now up on the board, under the server bit.

That done, he precedes to make the rounds, seeing if anyone might need something to drink.

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[othercaptjack]

Sam Linnfer enters from London, and deposits several copies of the same note with Bar.

( To anyone who might wonder )

He then proceeds to order a coffee and to sit down on a barstool, drinking and flipping through a newspaper while he waits for Jack. He may appear to be slightly more irritatingly cheerful than usual. Jack eventually appears downstairs, his bag slung over one shoulder, and with a spring in his step.

"Miss me?"

Sam rolls his eyes and waits for Jack to stop by Bar to leave some notes of his own.

( For the Delicate Flowers )

( For the Doctor, Rose Tyler and Ace )

Then the Devil and the Captain vanish out of the door, opened by Sam, off to 21st-century London.

Field trip!

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[bannion_sight]

[OOM: On a quiet night in Toronto, a long-sought dream comes clear at last.]

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[aj_crawley]

It's a demon.

I know. Try to contain yourselves.

He's been around, in the vaguer sense of the word, but not quite so visibly; winter is cold and work has been tiring, and the bustle of the bar has frequently been passed up of late for an evening begun at the Tonks-Wrangles' and ended... elsewhere. Still, there's only so much hospitality even a demon can leech off of - and besides, there are faces he (would not admit that he) misses.

Thus, for a limited time only: Crowley, by the fire, only moderately attached to reading the newspaper in his lap.

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[musicintherain.livejournal.com]

There is a jingle of, no, not bells, but coins as the front door opens. Coins on an anklet, hidden by a long, swirling blue-purple skirt. The quiet jingle stops, though, when the owners sees where she is.

Milliways.

Without her veil.

Zenobia's eyes widen as she brings her hand to her (uncovered) mouth. She's a little too pale, against her long black hair, but more then that, she looks young. Maybe seventeen, maybe. If you squint.

"Oh. Oops."

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi still isn't sure about the ring. Chances are she'll have to actually try it out in Whistler's world before she makes up her mind. So she's not wearing it, right now, and is instead watching for someone to walk out of the infirmary.

Her expression is slightly thinky, but also cheerful and open.

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[unwraith.livejournal.com]

Michael's inside, after spending the morning by the lake practicing some sword and knife-dances, and then target shooting with a silenced blaster.

He has a 'pet' Fiend with him, and a few things he needs, from Bar. He's not thrilled about running a tab, but no help for it this time. If all goes well, that won't go on for long.

The map, and a set of basic supplies and tools, go into a shoulder bag.
He's also got his weapons on him, concealed under his cloak.

He's spent the last several days resting, and physically/mentally preparing for a visit 'home'. Fi will be going with him for what should be a trip of no more than two weeks.

One might poke him either outdoors or in, before he heads out the door.

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[janetsdaughter.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cassie makes a trip to get Orion.]

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[janetsdaughter.livejournal.com]

Cassandra's sitting on the floor in a more secluded part of the bar, with little colored things on the floor around her. She analyzes the pieces and every few minutes moves a few around purposefully.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The back door comes open, and a white, faintly glowing gyrfalcon flies in. The bird circles through the rafters once or twice before dropping down into a chair, although strictly speaking the bird is gone and Belar's human form is what actually lands in the chair. He grins- there is something to be said for style, in his estimation- and puts up his usual sign.

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

ASK ME ABOUT SNOWBOARD, SKI, LUGE, HOCKEY, OR OTHER WINTER SPORT LESSONS
JUST NOT FIGURE SKATING

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[gone_byebye]

[OOM: A telephone call.]

Ray practically bounces into Milliways today, grinning in a way that usually implies he's either had time with Romana or made a major scientific breakthrough that'd cause most Bar denizens' eyes to glaze over if he attempted to explain it to them. "Bar?" he calls. "Could you just give me something on the light side and a pitcher of the quantum blue for lunch today? I'm gonna be having dinner with my grandfather tonight and I've got to go do lightsaber practice after I eat so I don't want to- oh, thank you, Bar, I definitely appreciate it-"

Even the Bar gets a little nervous when Ray gets too chatty.

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[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

India is beautiful, but the bar is always a welcome change. And so it is that there is a personification curled up in an armchair, working on more decorations for the apartment.

She's not sure why, exactly, because she knows they'll just end up in the dumpster outside. But still, she threads bits of colored paper and mermaid's tears and fluttering streamers of cloth onto a glittering strand of wire, to be hung on the window or the walls or just to be admired.

Never let it be said that she dislikes pretty things.

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[pwyll_twiceborn]

[OOM: There was a dream.

And that dream leads to a trip.

The waiting isn't quite over yet, but in the meantime, there's always tour groups.]

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[still_golden]

[OOM: After Kim receives her sign, she and her friends sneak into the place indicated by her dream -- Stonehenge.]

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

The farmhouse in Yorkshire is normally only visited by family and locals interested in having the part-time farrier come around to have a go at their horses, but today was different. A packet of papers arrived today in the care of a man in a terribly formal dark suit. It was addressed to Harry, who wasn't there. Annie waited a whole ten minutes after the man left to have a look at the contents.

She wouldn't be here in Milliways now for anything less than this.

"Bar," she says, laying the envelope on the flat, polished surface, "this is for Harry. I wonder, though, if you might do me a favour?"

And she smiles a little, just a little.

"If you could see your way clear to making a copy of the contents and delivering them to Captain Richard Ryan, I should be very much obliged."

Whether the copy is made or not, she pats the Bartop gently, orders a cup of tea, and goes to find a spot where she might sit by the fire. The confirmation of the completed destruction of the facility on Gruinard Island, along with an order signed by the Under-Secretary of Defence for the total and complete decontamination of the island itself, is not to be sneezed at.

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[slayer_fray]

[OOM: Mel finds a place to stay]

Mel doesn't look any different when she comes in to the bar. Well, except for the giant fur hat that almost swallows up her entire head. Apart from that, she doesn't look any different, she doesn't feel any different, and she isn't any different.

Except that she got a good night's sleep on a sweat-soaked blood stained mattress, which has made her general tired look a good sight less so.

She just grabs a plate of fries and a burger and retires to a booth.

[Out of Milliways: Slightly further in the future]

[slayer_fray]

( Almost the same place, but a different time entirely )

[OOM: After being de-yuppied, grown-up Mel returned to Haddyn, where she seeks out, and finds, the missing Princess. Here be violence.]

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[algiersloveknot.livejournal.com]

You miss certain things.

But she's vowing to not be distracted. Except for the fact that the observation window is always distracting.

So there's a woman who's become dragged in by the observation window's view on her quest to look for a certain member of the male sex.

You could tell her that she's blocking traffic, or ask if she could sit down? She's currently standing in front of a table and watching a burst.

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[duck-bill.livejournal.com]

Well, looky here.

There are some small creatures of varying sizes in the tree-cave - sorry, bar. A yellow one, a brown one, and a green one.

Cera marches in proudly, Petrie fluttering overhead and Ducky trailing behind, urging Spike to hurry.

"Found it!"

It took almost twenty minutes to find the right cave. The end of an Epic Quest!

[OOC: Tag one, or tag 'em all.]

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

Corran trundles down the stairs and into Bar proper with datapad in hand, stopping only briefly at the bar for a mug of lomin-ale before slippig into a booth near the door to write up a profile for Security. Who better to warn them about Thyne than the one who caught him the first time, right? Settling in, he checks his lightsaber at his hip--for reassurance. Then sets to work.

However, being near Door... he could be looking for distraction. Datawork is overrated, after all.

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And there's a doctor.
And a pilot.
And a bunch of prosthetics.
All by the fireplace in a recliner.
All rolled into one.

And it looks like Ton's about half-asleep, and TOTALLY unawares.



Mun dares you to wake him.

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[notjustnarrator.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Nick & his niece do a bit of bonding over breakfast, in which some things are discussed.]

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[cf1.livejournal.com]

After a run around the lake, Caitlin comes back inside, leaving snow-covered boots by the door, and moving into some warm, comfortable slippers.

A quick stop at the bar, to get herself a hot cocoa, and the tall woman claims a big comfortable chair for herself, intent in enjoying a calm evening.

But she would not oppose conversation.

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[eiattu_pride]

There is a Rial in the bar!

A Rial who, upon close inspection, is no longer purple. A Rial who is no longer glowing. A Rial who is looking smug as he taps idly at a datapad, and, most importantly, a Rial who is very much up for being bothered.

Because, no matter what his wife says, he doesn't bite.

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[fran-goldsmith.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Why Fran's boyfriend is very possibly spending the rest of the week sleeping on the couch"]

Fran looks more than a little annoyed as she comes in through the door this time. She doesn't even look to see if the door's visible or not before she stalks over to the Bar. "Beer, and not 'light' either, please," tersely.
She takes her drink off to a corner near the stairs, muttering darkly to herself."...Men!"
Distractions welcome, any and all, but if you're a guy? Be ready to duck.

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[over_europe]

Nix is laughing when he enters the bar. Chuckling, at any rate, saying, "Why, Harry, I didn't kn–" The world will never know what Nixon didn't know, however, as he stops when he realizes which door, exactly, he has just stepped through. Helmetless and rifleless but still dressed for combat, face shadowed with stubble and dirt, he looks rather pleased even as he grumbles, "That was a perfectly decent conversation," and heads outside.

Just out the bar door, looking out across the lake, the captain mutters a few unkind words in both English and French as he struggles to light the cigarette in his mouth against the stiff breeze. Every time he has a tiny flame going inside the shelter of his cupped hand (which isn't often, as his lighter has been limping along the last couple of days), the cold wind puts it out again. He could easily be caught either inside or outside, and company would certainly be less frustrating than what he's doing now.

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Truman has a long and troubled night.)

Truman was in the bar, with a blanket wrapped around himself on top of the sweater top and jeans he was already wearing. There was a large pot of hot chocolate by him, and a plate of cookies. He was also sitting by the fire. It just seemed so much colder today than usual. And not enough light around.

He'd be grateful for distractions, and doesn't mind sharing.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

Ryan's still sitting in one of the darker corners today. His face is still as red and raw and burnt looking as it was yesterday, though someone who's good with colors may be able to tell that he's a shade lighter. When he asks Bar for tea, it appears quickly, along with a packet of papers. He frowns as he opens them up, though it quickly turns into a scowl. He's takes tea and the report to his table to look over it better.


Irritated, but botherable.

(no subject)

[bannion_sight]

[OOM: In Stonehenge, Kim Ford comes face-to-face with a long-dead King.]

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Stephanie is sitting at the piano, hands on her knees, gaze lost somewhere behind the keys.

Perhaps it's for the best she hasn't started playing yet. She hasn't practiced since Arithon left. And she wasn't particularly wonderful even then. Just average.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

This is Miniver.

This is Miniver being BORED.

This is Miniver being TOTALLY UNPRODUCTIVE in ways that involve stacking things on tables.

This is Miniver stacking things on tables in order to construct New York City skyscapes.

This is Miniver stacking things on tables in order to construct Camelot.

This is Miniver stacking things on tables in order to construct abstractly obscene sculptures. (Is that a saltshaker in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?)

In short, this is Miniver desperately needing someone to annoy who isn't a waitrat.

And this is the end of the See Spot Run Styled bar entrance.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

For once, Ace comes into the bar through the front door.

A thin plume of grey smoke follows, until it is cut off when the door closes. Ace looks, honestly, like she took a stroll through an active battlefield. She's mud up to the knees, there's soot on her face as well as on her hands, and what was once a neat ponytail is now rather scraggly and a bit singed at the ends.

Why yes, Ace is abusing the latest twist life has thrown her way quite thoroughly, why do you ask?

It takes her a moment to realize that for some reason she's not in the TARDIS, but in the bar, but once she does, she hurries over to Bar for a quick supply-buying spree.

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[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Ilyana meets a surprise on the road]

A tired, somewhat worried Ilyana stumbled through the door. She stopped, blinking, then turned to see if she can bring her fellow traveler with her, but the scene on the other side of the door was frozen.
Well, a few minutes' rest shouldn't hurt, she decided. She hadn't slept for the last day and a half after encountering Kevin. The young man needed her attention just now.

She ordered hot tea and food, then went to sit at a booth, curled up in her cloak.
Company's welcome while she's awake, or after.

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[smallestopener]

Ingress bounces in from the House of Arch, with a sparkly tiara on her head.

Some days you just feel like wearing tiaras.

She orders both a milkshake and a cup of hot cocoa. Chocolate is good!

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Bond has knitted. Bond has purled. Bond has even done the bind-off for two swatches, a knitted blue and a purled yellow. What he needs now is to celebrate! Or: to slouch in a chair by the Observation Window and drink a glass of double bourbon, and to keep his mind off how much the damn nicotine patch isn't working and how much he wants a bloody cigarette.

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[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

It’s the weekend!

Admittedly, these things make little difference when you’re trapped in a magical bar, but Luna always likes to look on the bright side.

Only her forehead is visible behind the thick textbook her nose is buried in, but it’s a very cheerful forehead.

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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's in the bar, lounging in a booth, smoking a cigarette and watching life pass by with an idle, bored smile. He looks ready to leap upon the opportunity for interesting conversation.

Milliways provides ample opportunity for that.

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[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

OOM: Sometimes, it sucks to be Bound. But sometimes, being locked out is worse.

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[night-hibiscus.livejournal.com]

The door pops open, and two people amble through, talking animatedly. Tidus is saying something about Maechen.

"I think he's very interesting!" Yuna exclaims, with a kind of amused horror. "It's... fun, learning about so much fascinating history. Oh!"

Magic bar.

[Joint entrance post, Yuna and Tidus either or both.]

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[river_meimei]

River enters with slow, careful steps, rolling heel-to-toe as if any moment she might change the direction of her steps and shift into a solemn dance. She doesn't, though; only makes her way to the bar, and runs her palms over the surface.

"Please," she says, and gets a small bowl of fried paradoxes with marinara sauce.

And a bracelet woven of fresh flowers, with a note in childish handwriting.

And a letter.

The paradoxes and the bracelet make her smile, and the note does too, and she slips the bracelet over her wrist with care and smiles again at the result as she tucks the accompanying note in her pocket.

The letter, when she opens it, wipes all the smiles away.

She reads it once standing by the bar, face going pale and strained and fingers too tight on the paper.

Then she turns away, jerky and abrupt, half-running for a booth where she can tuck herself beneath the table and spread the two pages of the letter on the floor and reread it over and over again. Her fingers twitch through mental calculations, her lips moving soundlessly and her face lined with unhappiness and frustration; every so often she scrubs at her face with one brown cuff, to stop a tear from falling onto the paper.

The fried paradoxes, abandoned, vanish back into the Bar after a few minutes.

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

(Millitimed to last weekend: OOM: After escaping from HRG, Nathan ends up landing at a diner where he meets Hiro. There's brief intros and convo in the diner, followed by another one on the ride back to Vegas.)

Nathan seemed to be of a mixed mood. On the good side, he met an amazing woman. Bad side? She helped set him up to be taped for blackmail material. But in spite of the tape, he turned it into another good side by demanding double the money from Linderman, figuring he was worth the price tag. And he's got this flying under control. Bad side of that? People are taking too much interest, and now supposedly New York's going to have a very bad day in a few weeks. And let's not forget the election. The one that he might win via 'mudslide-o'. Hmmmm....

Want to play poke the politician? See how high he jumps?
And if he lands on the floor again?

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

Jack's out by the water, smiling the worlds-best-news secretive sort of smile, curling around a secret and watching the snow in the air.

It's superb and he couldn't be happier and it's winter and everything. Just. Everything.

Bartending!

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

[OOC: First off, ACK. Mun apologises for lateness; there was much in the way of Superman Returns and phonecalls from Big Sister. So, apologies for lateness.]

Buffy comes downstairs - still in her own room upstairs, not sure if she'd want to move into the Staff Quarters or not, and slips behind the bar, chalk in hand, and writes up the specials.

Specials;

Mom's Apple Pie
Is That A Banana In Your Pocket
Water Your Melon

Because hey. Fruit. She ends up with a glass of appletiser and an apple, and smile.

"So, what can I get you?"

Bartending is go.

Waiter on Duty!

[orgmemberxiii.livejournal.com]

Roxas is in the bar again, making his rounds with a tray tucked under his arm and pad and pencil sticking out of his pocket.

Anyone need anything?

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Commuppances]

Guppy wanders in through the front door, so tired out that he doesn't even notice the door disappear behind him. Someone's decided that his canon is going to move at chronological snailspace that the young doctor needs a break.

He goes to the bar and grabs a coffee before getting out the insurance form he was filling in yesterday. He crosses out watch then begins to write an explanatory note at the bottom as to why he is withdrawing his insurance claim in case anyone misinterprets him at the company.

He stops and frowns, suddenly aware that he has managed to spell 'patient' wrong. Definitely not a good sign.