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[not_that_spike]

( waiting in the House of Arch. )

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny is sitting at a table making little sparkle circles on the table with her wand. then she writes her name slowly. looking around to see if there is any one in she knows 

((Entry post!))

[dead-comrade.livejournal.com]

There's just an empty wall here. Move along, nothing to see. Wait! Ray enters, looking like he went on a trip for batteries and found the convenience store closed. Which is apt.

Behind him comes a scarred man wearing a beret, a grim expression, and a small but intriguing arsenal. The first thing he says as he looks around doesn't bear translating.

Then he half-turns to look at the wall behind him, because he's got business to attend to now. The wall is unhelpfully blank and bears remarkably little resemblance to a doorway.

". . . so to travel, you're supposed to think of where you're going?" And by his tone, it can probably be guessed that it isn't working.



((Mun asleep! Things will be picked up when this state changes.))

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

"Chase and Lyrae Go To White Castle"

Chapter 1--Car Trouble

Chapter 2--Concerning Climaxes

Chapter 3--The Lexicology of 'Assclown'

Chapter 3½--Trial By Laser Fire

Chapter 4--Grand Theft Lyrae

Chapter 5--It's Fun To Invade the YMCA

Chapter 6--Faith in the Democratic Process

Chapter 7--The Much-Anticipated Advent

Chapter 8--The Following Takes Place Between 1:00 AM and 2:00 AM

[OOC: As a chaser to the woe and doom that was Monday's episode of 24, Rance and Anna hereby present a bit of lighter fare for your amusement. :)]

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[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

It's Wednesday. It's 6 AM Eastern Standard Time. Do you know where your server is?

Hello, and Welcome to Milliways. My Name is Lenny, and I will be your Server this Morning. How may I help/serve you?

He did notice that there were a lot of new faces around.

Catch him as he wanders!

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

[sorta OOM: A brief backstory post covering the barebones details of Miniver's parents and childhood. This is probably not the most interesting thing ever, especially if you don't know Miniver, so you also get a sketch. Pardon the bad quality, it's a cell phone photo taken in a dark room.]

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[poisonwine]

(OoM, In which there is angsting and French dialouge)

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[futures_of_ash]

Security members on Valentines day, especially this one, weren't prone to anything different than normal really. She'd slept and then come inside, spandex wrapped and ready for work.

Then...then Bar had given her a pink cupcake with heart sprinkles on it and she'd rolled her eyes. Now there was a red head poking her confection with a straw as if it might bite...

[Responses may be slow!]

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita's been released from the cells. She walks straight to Bar and draws a note from her pocket. She sets it carefully on the surface, it's taken her most of the week she's been locked up to finish it.

( For Iroh )

Inside that letter is another letter

( For Zuko )

That done, Makita stares at Bar for silent minutes. Fighting with herself. Finally, slowly, she empties the pockets of her coat onto Bar's surface.

Pistols, grenades, and a dozen loaded magazines form a pile. She reaches out to touch them, but stops herself and strokes the smooth wooden surface. "Take care of them for me, okay?"

The pile disappears and Makita simply sits and stares at where they had been looking lost. For the first time since she entered the bar she is unarmed, and she feels helpless.

She could probably use someone to talk to, or just someone to sit with.

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[focusandcontrol.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to last night... Arrival and Falling... Scott Summers hits Milliways. Milliways hits back.]

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to a morning sometime last week, Sarah Jane invites the Doctor over for breakfast at Flat 007. Rated A for awkwardness and B for burning hot tea burns!]

Entrance

[becomingphoenix.livejournal.com]

Destruction.

A promise to kill her.

Claws.

Searing pain.

Voices in her head.

Darkness.

After that darkness there was sudden warmth, flames surrounding her. As if protecting her. From what though no one truly knew. Perhaps from the old life and bringing her back to the new. Perhaps protecting her for a whole other reason. A naked body encased only in flames falls through the void and into the snow. The snow around that body instantly melting with the heat.

Green eyes filled with fire snap open, scanning the area that’s around her. Her mind reaches out seeking something familiar. Something perhaps from her old life. Or perhaps its gauging those that would do her harm. Though we doubt that could happen. Death had taken her but now with the mergence of the Phoenix, she has risen from the ashes.

Reborn.

And ultimately has entered the confines of Milliways.


[OOC: Jean Grey is taken from the end of X3. And just a note the Phoenix part of her is not part of multiple personality disorder like in the movie. She is host to the Phoenix like in the comics.]

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[the_antiangst]

Going to class even though he'd really rather stay in bed, walking out of said class after ripping the prof a well-deserved new orifice, calling the ex on his bullshit... Angel's had a pretty rough day, all told. Between that and the rough week, never mind that it's only Wednesday, he feels justified in staying in the room at this point.
Steve won't be thrilled if he doesn't eat, though (it's kind of nice, having a roommate who gives a damn), so he gets his shoes and coat on and heads out - only to find there's a bar in the hall now.
"...What the fuck?"
Then again, it looks like it serves food. And since it wasn't there a few hours ago, it's probably not really on campus. Angel can definitely work with that.

(OOC: This is Angel about four and a half years before canon starts. Those who know him will likely be able to figure he won't recognize them, though '...have we met?' moments are still welcome. XD
Me, I'll have to disappear between noon and 2:30 EST for class, but otherwise I'm around all day.)

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After an unsuccessful conversation with Wells, Colonel Farrell considers England's options and comes to an inescapable conclusion.]

FOOP! (Been a while since he's had an official exit post)

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Homestar, now fairly more confident that a giant foot isn't going to come crashing down on him, is doing the last-minute Valentine's thing.

"The Bar, I'm gonna need those chocolates I asked you to save for me so's I can bring them to Girlfriend for Vamlumtimes. And don't forget that special surprise for that new girl, Kit."

By "special surprise," Homestar means a fairly big pink squirrel plush.

The Bar provides the reserved chocolates, marked "To Marzipan" on the box.

"I know I can always count on you."

He leans in close.

"You take care of yourself, 'kay Beautiful?"

In response, The Bar brings up Homestar's blender.

"All right, mash 'go' on that blender and I'll be on my way!"

FOOP!

And with that, he's gone.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Over by the fireplace sits one Sarah Jane. Except, this time, instead of sitting at her regular armchair, she's on the floor and hugging her legs as she stares into the flames.

There's a lot of thinking going on right now, about things discussed last night and things that have happened in the last week. Lots of thinking and very few conclusions being drawn. Very few indeed.

Feel free to interupt; she'll be sitting here for a long while.

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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

Because he was bored, and clearly had nothing else to do, he'd gone looking.  Just because really.

Blonde guitarist in the bar, blinking, "... When's did we gets a bar in Mordhaus?"

Upon seeing a face, and guitar, he recognized, he swept across the room.

 

Catch him before he gets there if you like.

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[truequest.livejournal.com]

The door flies open and Zelda rushes through, closing the door behind her. She leans against it, catches her breath, then wanders over to the fire.

After removing her cloak and settling into a nice spot by the fire, she begins to play her harp, and sing softly. She's a little unsettled, and trying to relax. Come sit and listen for a bit. She's singing love songs in her native tounge, but anyone can understand the meaning...

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

Well, now that he's got Bar figured out, Toki had himself a guitar (his signature guitar, a Gibson Flying V)  and self-sufficiant amp to keep himself occupied, and was playing on a low volume, just loud to hear it over the general bar noise, but not enough to disturb the other patrons.  He knew he could leave, but he didn't want to. Not yet, at least.

He was currently in one of the chairs by the fireplace, and looked very botherable.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The lake's frozen, which is a real shame. Belar was in the mood for swimming today, and orca shape calls for a lot of open water. Oh, well. Yeah, he's a God and could make the ice no longer be a problem with less effort than it takes to blink, but wouldn't that be just the tiniest bit stupidly indulgent on his part? It can wait. Swimming's better appreciated when it's done in season.

For now, he might as well make the most of what they have got, which is why the inevitable ANSWERING PRAYERS- BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign on the table in front of him also has the lines:

CURLING SIGN-UP HERE
ALSO ICE HOCKEY, LUGE, SKIING, SNOWBOARDING, ETC.

GET IT WHILE IT'S COLD

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia is sitting at the bar, bent over her work from the Guild. She figures that she's not going to have such unlimited time to be productive once she gets back home, so she's getting it done while she can.

Bar has kindly provided Mia with a sandwich, chips, and tea, the ultimates in multitasking-friendly foods.

She won't mind if you come and interrupt her work. She'll even share her tea.

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[oom: Letters.]

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[trustydriver.livejournal.com]

We join our heroine, Kit Baxter, as she enters the mysterious Bar at the End of the Universe through an apparently ordinary door in the home of her employer.

"Stupid boss, doesn't know what day it is, how can he expect to fight crime if he can't even check a stupid calendar..." Grumbling to herself, she marches up to the Bar and sits. "Gimmie a Scotch on the rocks."

The requested drink appears, along with large, pink plush squirrel. Kit blinks in surprise at the latter item, then tucks it under her arm and proceeds to sip her drink grumpily. It's going to take more than a stuffed toy to get rid of her bad mood.

[ooc: Going out to supper. Will pick up tags later this evening. Back!]

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[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

[Not-quite-so-OOM: Chloe and Riley go on their first Valentine's Day date and some admittances are made. Not to mention plans for Thanksgiving in Smallville.]

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[i_grenfelz]

The shirt Carmela is wearing is almost as violently pink as LJ's current color scheme. Similarly patterned, too.

'Mela would like LJ, really.

She's also carrying a rather large box of chocolates, and has a rosebud tucked into the elastic at the end of her braid.

Valentine's Day has, of course, been good to Carmela. She's willing to share the bounty, though, if you're willing to be her valentine!

[OOC: Fair warning -- slowtime for dinner is imminent.]

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[clumsy_auror]

[ooc: Just another Wednesday. Right? Right.]

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[kein_tannenbaum]

Filif's been doing research.

...which is to say that he's been reading the rather pink magazines that Carmela keeps him in good supply of. The most recent issues were very enthused about something called "Valentine's Day," which apparently consists of giving chocolate to attractive males. Filif isn't quite sure how to judge if a human is attractive, but far be it from him to deviate from the cultural norm!

So: there is a large evergreen tree peering curiously at the males in the room.

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[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

Valerie looks a little subdued tonight as she ties on her apron and writes her name up on the board. It's . . . well. It's always a little hard to be alone.

She's hardly the only one, though, she reminds herself, and she's bright enough as she starts her rounds.

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress on duty; feel free to flag her down.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack comes into the bar, expecting to just grab a cup of coffee and see if anyone he knows is around.  He's not expecting it to be Valentine's Day, and so he's trying to think of what he should get Chris if she turns up tonight.  He's also rather aware that as of tonight it's two years since he walked in, in Milliways time at least.

Needless to say, both of these things have put a rather pensive expression on his face, as he sits by the fireplace with a cup of coffee.  It's a pleasant kind of pensive, though.

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[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

There is one Dick Grayson, in the bar, at the door. His hair is uncombed and he's in pajama pants. It looks like -someone- was grabbed by the door when he'd just woken up, judging by the bewildered look on his face.

Or maybe there's something else to this look. He looks a a little younger - by two years, possibly three? He's staring at the bar like it's somewhere he's never been before - and after a moment, he looks suspicious.

He stalks into the bar, on his guard. He suspects that this is a trick. The question is, whether it's a trick by someone friendly... or one of his enemies. The only way to find out is to investigate.

....someone might want to educate him on what this place is. Unless you'll enjoy watching Batman's son stalking around with no shirt on.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells stayed at the Bar last night. Not that he doesn't have duty at the school- he does- but time stops for him, and he wants to get a proper grasp on the bow Abigail Whistler gave him the other day before he goes back. Or at least a reasonable beginner's grasp; seeing him practise'll give the girls something to study on their own in order to show up the teacher, he reckons.

He's inside now, though. It's cold out and he wanted supper. There's room at his table, too, if anyone's interested and doesn't mind the smell of garlic.

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[mnt_mike]

It's nine o'clock, do you know where your Barman is?

Bar does.

Boy does she ever. She's blushing a deep cherry-red as a result.

Four spoons appear on Bar's top. One by one they lift and drop back down upon the wood in quick succession.

He's not coming. Fine. FINE!

A small chalk board and easel appears. The script is small and precise.

GOOD EVENING MILLIWAYS AND WELCOME TO HAPPY HOUR.
IN HONOR OF THE EARTH HOLIDAYS OF VALENTINE'S DAY AND LUPERCALIA
THIS EVENING'S SPECIALS ARE DRINKS THAT HAVE A DOUBLE MEANING.

I AM OPEN.
...
THIS DOES NOT HAVE A DOUBLE MEANING.

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[bringonthewonder]

Angela spent a lot of time on the basket she's carrying when she comes into the bar this evening. It's roughly the size of a small bathtub, carefully decorated with ribbons and glitter, and stuffed full of Peeps -- chicks and bunnies, both, in every color Angela could find. There's also a hand-drawn, water-colorer, spiral-bound set of instuctions, each showing a man who is clearly Raven, putting marshmallow chicks into a mircowave. (The looks of terror on the faces of the chicks and bunnies are, we must hope, purely figments of Angela's imagination.)

She sets the basket on Bar. "I can ask you to deliver this, right?" she says. She takes the fact that it vanishes as a yes. "Cool. Thanks."

Angela gets a beer and some pizza, and settles in to see what's going on at the end of the universe.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Sometimes you have to fight back]

There is a scream and a splash from outside the door. Followed by the sound of a man shouting how stupid a thing to do that is.

And then an eight-year-old Guppy, soaked to the skin, runs in through the door and slams it shut behind him. And there's almost a grim smile - at least he managed to stop the same thing happening to his friend.

He looks around nervously, wondering if he's going to get told off for making a mess, then squelches over to the fire.

He hides under a table, trying to get himself dry and avoid being asked to leave on account of dripping all over the place.

[ooc: Last appearance of bebe!Guppy for the moment, regular!Guppy back tomorrow.]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm. I wonder what day it could be. What day could possibly have put Puck in such a generally amused frame of mind?





I wonder.



At any rate, Puck is lying on his back on one of the tables, eyeing the upside-down comings and goings of the patrons with lazy, amiable curiosity.

He is always willing to accept gifts of chocolate.

[OOC: Not locked for plot or anything at all, but plz to ping at Merky Dee before tagging, that'd be love. VALENTINE'S DAY LOVE.]

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[me-phistopheles.livejournal.com]

Mephistopheles is laying on a comfy couch next to the fireplace. With a book on demon seals in his hand, he stared into the fire. He would rather be sitting in the fire but he didn't want to get ashes on his clothing.

He picked up his glass of merlot and took a sip of it. He wouldn't mind sharing a glass or two of his finest wine.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Jaq ended up wandering into the strange cantina again. He's not entirely sure how that happened (he was certain the door he went through lead to the kitchens) but he's not complaining. Crowds, people to steal from and persuade into giving him stuff. It's all good.

He still hasn't seen the observation window. This is, perhaps, for the best.

So, he's at a booth, looking around, with a grin that is certainly not predatory in the slightest, oh no.

[Tiny!Atton again. May try to steal from your pups.]

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[rigthegames.livejournal.com]

It’s a normal day at Milliways. The sun is shining; the universe is exploding; somewhere, no doubt, birds are singing in their trees. Normal, boring, and Sands pays it little mind as he emerges from the guest quarters and orders a tequila.

Leaning back comfortably, he scans the bar for anything interesting. Window, people, door, chairs-

Door.

To his credit, he doesn’t quite drop his drink, but it’s a close thing. He blinks, rubs a hand across his eyes, and chances a second look. The door’s still there, exactly where it should have been all this time.

There’s no hesitation as Sands drains the glass, no backward glances. He reaches the door, he pulls it open, and, sliding his sunglasses onto his face, he steps through.

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[shufti]

Shufti is at the bar, looking at a box of animal crackers and two notes from Bar.

She looks down at Jack and shrugs, giving him a cracker.

"I wonder what Valumptines is."

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[argyle_princess]

Hannah Griffith, coffee, and a book on forensic athropology.

She's probably welcome a chance to take a break. The book is interesting, but it's on the dense side of things.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

There is Faith, in a booth, smiling.

Her stomach has a little more curve to it than usual.

She's covering it with a hand, and humming softly.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

There's a hippie in the bar this evening, sprawled in an anatomically unlikely position kind sideways-backwards on a chair at a table. Upon the table, decoratively, are numerous papers upon which Miniver is writing -- apparently simultaneously working on multiple pages. In his hand is a jeweled quill, and the color of the ink from the pot is... unpredictable, at best. But very shiny.

Somewhere in the mess of papers, a pot of tea may be found, and its accompanying cup. They may or may not be buried at any given time. The table's surface is an evolving dynamic.

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[taishar_malkier]

Nynaeve is at one table, bent studiously (and scowlingly) over a pile of books. Every so often, her hand lifts as if to yank on her braid. Once in a while, she even manages to halt the gesture midway through.

Several tables away, Lan has settled back with his chair against the wall, puffing slowly on his pipe and studying the room.

[OOC: Mun is mulititasking, so please ping Zebosity before tagging? Not at all plot-locked, though! Nynaeve is unfortunately not available for tags tonight, thanks to busy mun syndrome.]