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[bring_a_sponge]

Zed would never admit it, but he's settling into a routine here at Milliways. It's been a few days since his arrival now, and he has to admit, the food and drink are excellent.

He also has to admit, he only has a half-formed notion, at best, of what to do about the Black Oil on his planet. And so, for the moment, he's cooling his heels, while enjoying another glass from Bar's excellent stock of small-batch whiskeys.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She walks in looking chipper. for a change she's been to the store having quite a few objects from all kinds of wizarding stores if your from her world or like the stuff from her world and she has something you've got to have she may give it to you.. or she'll just keep her stuff to her self so she sits at a table and starts to unwrap Chocolate Frogs.

Waiter on Duty

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart descends from his room, rubbing his head.

"Oh, man..."

He throws on his apron and snags his tray, but still looks a little out of it.

"Clones always gimme a headache."

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[cf1.livejournal.com]

Cait comes in from her morning jog, and to the bar; it has been two days or more, Milliways time still confuses her, and she is getting worried.

It is not a good nagging suspicion, no nagging feels are good; but it is there.

Cait is looking for someone from security.

But, she is open to talking with people who notice the slightly distressed expression.

First entrance

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

A distracted red-head in a wheelchair rolls into the Bar. "Okay, Dinah, I'll give you another call after you land." She stops pushing herself along and reaches up to slide the headset off her head. She slides her glasses down and pinches the bridge of her nose.

She sighs, and pushes her glasses back into place, which is when she really notices that she's not in her kitchen anymore. Her eyes widen as she looks around the bar and a slight grin plays around the corners of her mouth.

"What's the point of having highly-trained and thoroughly dangerous field agents if you're going to stumble through a dimensional gateway in your kitchen?" But she's smiling now, she's been sending other people out for far too long, and here's a chance for her to do something on her own.

Barbara Gordon is in the Bar. Maybe someone will invite her to join the party out back.

Lake Party Shore Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's early afternoon.

Somehow, somewhere, some magical person has effected a change.

The sun is not warm; it's hot.

The lake is not frozen; it's the temperature of water which has been warming under the sun for a summer.

The grass is green.

In the expanse of lawn between the bar and the water, there is a smallish bar set up; patrons can help themselves, or bartenders can suck up by manning it. Adjacent to that bar are tables, laden with food: hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, chicken, spicy black bean burgers, potato salad, corn on the cob...

You get the picture.

So come on out. The sun won't stay like this forever.

Lake Party Water Post

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The water is warm, almost too warm to be refreshing, and sparkles in the early afternoon sun as the squid frolics in the distance.

It's the perfect temperature for swimming, and the sun is the perfect temperature to make one need to swim.

So come on in. The water's fine.

(no subject)

[hearthethoughts.livejournal.com]

The door opens to reveal a man, in a suit, doing the G-Man FBI agent boogie.

Well, he's not nessescarily boogy-ing. He's more or less playing a well concieved hunch.
Once in Milliways, he raises his eyes to the ceiling before sitting at a table.

Matt Parkman, in the bar, perhaps looking for someone.

(no subject)

[cheerychaplain]

Father Mulcahy is in the bar this late afternoon, and will be into the evening. Oh, he has been outside; he took a walk by the lakeshore and smiled to see so many patrons laughing and talking, swimming and lounging (some more scandalously than others), and he is leaving them to their fun. It is, after all, summer in Korea. He has had quite enough heat and sun for the day.

He sits at the bar with a sandwich and a glass of water, paying more attention to the book (or, well, The Book) that he is flipping through and the notes he is taking than to his meal. He may be wrapped up in planning Sunday's sermon, but there is still an eyecatching sign pinned to the notice board, and he is wearing a black collared shirt under his usual green jacket. The cross hanging from his neck stands out in stark relief against the black.

Lake Party Bonfire Shore

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The sun's gone down. The food's been replenished.

So has the booze.

A bonfire's been set up, and is burning.

There are people relaxing , here and there, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

There are others, outside the ring of light, enjoying the darkness.

Don't go inside yet.

The night is young.

Lake Party Bonfire Water

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

It's dark, now. The water retains all the residual warmth from the beating sun.

There are people splashing near the shore, near the bonfire and the light.

But there are hidden coves here and there in the warm water, and there's the wide expanse of black leading to the Black Pearl and beyond, all made monochrome in the moonlight.

A perfect night for a swim.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi and Whistler are cuddled up together on the couch with a table pulled up next to them. The two look comfortable, happy, and not at all inclined to go outside. Oh, there was some discussion of it, and indeed Suzi is still wearing the top of the last trial as a shirt, but in the end Whistler's discomfort of large parties (especially in unknown places) won out. It wouldn't be much fun to just park themselves by the snack tables and spook small children (Whistler's idea, that; Suz is more likely to be spooked by small children), so they're going to have an Isn't winter over yet? party of their own by the fireplace. The bikinis can wait for summer at home, and less crowded beaches.

Just in case anyone else feels like joining the two, all of the food on the table is baseline safe as well as Sime and Gen safe.

(no subject)

[anvard-born.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a man backs in, laughing. His clothes would be considered formal by the standards of most worlds, though they're casual as far as he's concerned.

The laughter stops when he glances over his shoulder, replaced by blinking as he turns to get a better look.

Welcome to Milliways, Lune of Archenland.

(no subject)

[nomorecyberarts.livejournal.com]

It's a bit surprising that he hasn't been seen much since he came in, as he has been Bound for the past week. However, Benjamin Coffin has been around, avoiding people who he really doesn't want to talk to. At the moment, however, he has found the lake, staring oddly (and admittedly ogling) at the people around him.

[ooc: Mostly plotlocked, but if you want to tag him, plz ping me at quiverby on AIM. I'll be slow, but you're welcome to talk to him. If you want in on said plot, plz also ping.]

[OOC2: Warning for violence in first thread. Whups.]

(no subject)

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Because his mun does not trust him around scantily clad women, James Bond is inside the bar rather than out by the lake. He has his usual vodka martini and is playing a game of solitaire at a table.

Yep, he's livin' la vida loca tonight.

(no subject)

[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

Lenny missed his shift this morning, so he's making up for it tonight.

He writes up on the Specials Board:

Lenny Inchpot, Wait Staff. Holler if you want me to get you something.

He looks around and sees that it's fairly dead inside. Outside, on the other hand...

I'll be wandering around outside too, but you can catch me when I come back in.

He switches his shirt for a shirt with Milliways Bar: Start the Day with a Big Bang. emblazoned on the front, grabs a tray, pad of paper, and a pencil and heads outside.

Catch him whenever!

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

[Out of Milliways, and outside Time, Raven pays someone a visit, and discoveries are made on how generous Raven can be.]

what if we could. [open]

[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

A very petite strawberry blonde is thumbing through a magazine the bar had just given her when she complained of a lack of good clothing in her wardrobe. Posh. Sugar is trying her best to decipher the names of these designers, only being well bought with the local dress makers on Greek Street. Inside her head she was wondering who in the bloody hell would wear such a thing but amused all the same.

(no subject)

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

[OOM: All the way, with feeling.

Millitimed to yesterday. Assume Buffy's been back in Mways since yesterday night-ish?]

Bartending!

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Buffy comes in from sunning herself - it's time for her shift; she can go and swim after she's done.

As for her specials, she feels it's only fitting to have a Sunny theme. Her being from Sunnydale and it being so nice out and all.

Specials:

Sun Of A Beach
Sunburn
Suntan Lotion

So, bartender on duty in a bikini and a t-shirt (and flipflops, too) who's more than likely going to complain that it's chilly inside.

"Hey guys, it's Saturday night! Slayer's gonna shake it like a polaroid picture Tom Cruise! What'll you have?"

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Before Nita leaves the bar Saturday night, she stops by Bar, pulls a folder out of her personal claudication, and gives it to Bar. "Can you give this to Moiraine next time she's in?"

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