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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Lee and Kara in their room. (You're shocked, right?) Sex, angst, heart to hearts, naked Triad, pilots discovering pizza, 264 comments (They can't be brief, we've tried)...Wacky fun for the...adult portion of the family.)

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[unwraith.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millidated to February 9th]
In the Pegasus Galaxy, Michael, Suzi Darley, and Rachel Grey face off against the Wraith; Michael and Rachel on the firing line while Suzi aids the wounded. Warnings for violence and language.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita's not in the cells right now, but while she was she had one final round of visitors.

Henry stops by again and there is plotting. Snowball type plotting. Rapunzel assures Makita that she's strong enough to control her temper. Wells explains a bit about why he's upset, and offers some pointers on not lashing out. Jet isn't really worried about her, and they talk about Katara. Steph* brings chocolate. Kira* offers to teach Makita to sew.

If you meant to talk to Makita while she was in the cells, well, she won't turn down your company now that she's out.

* these two threads are still in slowtime, but by noting them now this becomes the last Makita cells report post.

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[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

Cliff wasn't at the Lake Party, largely due to the fact that he and his wife were celebrating V-Day at home.
You can probably tell he had a good time. For one thing, there's still lipstick on his jacket collar, and he missed getting one of the rose petals out of his hair.

He's sitting by the trilobite tank, with a faintly smug grin on his face. Come say hi.

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[focusandcontrol.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After Jean Grey arrives in Milliways, she and Scott Summers go up to his room. There is kissing, discussion, postponement of further discussion, innuendo, and snuggling. Rated S for Sappy.]

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[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

Inara has just come down from the brothel office, where she had stopped to check for any new paperwork. She takes a seat at the bar, ready for an early lunch.

"Hey lovely. Can I get a bowl of soup and a salad? You pick the details." She grins as the plate and bowl appear and pats Bar in thanks. She looks around as she eats; bar occupant-watching never gets old. Come by and say hello!

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Pay all the attention you want to the Sime at the table. She's looking smug. Of course she is, you would too. Suzi's had a good couple of days (prudes and children need not inquire) and is now sipping a cup of tea. Smugly.

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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

The Swede was back.

He'd gone home after his discussion with Toki the previous day, and had found the door again through super-secret Scandinavian marking systems that he'd used on his way back to Mordhaus.

Either that or he just guessed and found the right one.

In any case, blond rockstar innabar, sprawled on a couch, sipping a beer.  Go bother him or something.

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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

[In Milliways: Patrick Bateman only manages to sleep for fifteen minutes, before he wakes up again.]

From the booth to the bar with a laugh, a hysterical chuckle that ends as quickly as it comes.

Raw nerves are showing.

In the dark creases beneath his eyes, and the grooves etching themselves on either side of his mouth and the jittery way his fingers taptaptap against his knee. Dark wool trousers with a matching jacket and a white shirt beneath (dated. A cleaner version of the Armani he was wearing before) it. He doesn't look over at the room because he can--

The razor; the bullet; the length of rope
Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows

--he can hear them. Whispering and giggling and mocking.

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[dr_temperance]

Dr. Temperance Brennan has shaken off the distracted fog she's been in for the last couple of days, and is back to her normal, productive self.

Besides, there's nothing like work to keep your mind off of your problems.

She's slipped into Milliways for lunch--a plate of spicy Asian noodles, vegetables, and shrimp that she's eating (fairly expertly) with chopsticks. She's unwinding by reading over a draft of a research article, pausing every now and then to make some notes with a red pen.

Botherable.

they call her `the one who reads all the books`...

[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

Sugar rubs a finger that she had just dipped in her ice water over her bottom lip, which is pale, dry and flaky like always but the water helps. Speaking to a waitrat, she ordered the stickiest, sweetest pastry they had and relaxed into her booth. A large novel was placed infront of her radiant hazel eyes, she read and turned the page, a small giggle leaving her every once in a while.


[Open!]

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[fighting_mad]

[OOM: On Eiattu - news.]

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[iamagichead.livejournal.com]

Most of the time when one finds a place such as Milliways, one enters in a typical manner, such as the front door. Others, sometimes due to circumstance, sometimes due to a narrative sense of amusements*, come in through the roof, or in extreme circumstances through an explosion.

Ponder Stibbons, however, has never been one for typical. This is why he walks down the stairs from the magic library with a quite confused look on his face. He blinks, looking around the room with a slight sense of confusion. Rummaging in his pockets, he pulls out his thaumometer and stares at it. Someone might want to explain where he is.

---
*This is called a mun's sense of meta. Or at the very least the mun's sense of evil. More often than not, it is the latter.

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[the_antiangst]

Angel fell asleep on one of the couches by the fire last night - they're fairly comfortable, and thanks to all the stress he'd had before he got to the bar, putting up with the background noise wasn't that much of a problem.
In any case, he's awake now, and he's had lunch and returned to the couch. Bar gave him Chinese, when he asked for something he could eat in one sitting; Angel's currently eyeing the chopsticks that came along with it, before he asked for a fork, and wondering if there's a point to him having the things.

(OOC: Still college!Angel; as yesterday, about four and a half years pre-canon. We shall return you to your regularly scheduled drag queen sometime tomorrow.)

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[poisonwine]

Belle is in bar. She has a large insulated coffee mug next to her, but at the moment her attention is turned to a large glass of whiskey.

She looks like hell. It's obvious she's gotten no sleep, and she keeps checking her watch. Poke away. Coherency can not be guaranteed.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Today, he's at the bar, a cup of coffee by his elbow, flipping through a magazine. His mind is on a number of things, the contents of the magazine, his complicated love life, and how much he wants to smoke being the most prominent. To the observer, however, it just looks like he's reading a magazine.

First leaving?

[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

After this, Toki decided that maybe Skwisgaar was right and he needed some sleep.

So he stomped up to his guitar and amp and brought them back to Bar, "Miss Bar thingies? Coulds you please to be holdsing these for me untils I come back?"
Bar made them disappear and he wandered back off to the door, scowling in Skwisgaar's direction once more before opening the door and making his exit.

Sleep. Pfeh.

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[keyblade-girl.livejournal.com]

Kairi has learned never to expect the door to the Bar - it will come whenever it pleases, not when she wants it to be there. And as near as she can figure, always at random. So she's taken to planning as best she can to be prepared for it's potential appearance.

This time when it opens, it's at the end of her school day. Still in her uniform, book bag in hand, she takes her chance - stepping through.

With significantly more confidence this time, she orders a hot chocolate and sits down to wait.

Come here often?

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

(OOM:In from the Street)

Initially YT is just confused: she was expecting to walk into the dark, minimalist Black Sun and instead finds herself in a brightly lit and more conventional-looking bar. Most of the patrons don't look all that conventional - some of them don't even look human - but this is the Metaverse, where you can look like whatever you want, provided you have the equipment, the resources and the know-how to render yourself that way.

YT knows the people who run the Black Sun, and she also knows that they would never - not in a million years - redecorate the place or play a joke on her. She definitely didn't walk into the wrong place. There is a possibility that she's encountered some kind of glitch or virus. But that shouldn't be happening either: her computer is cutting-edge, in prime working condition, and protected by software that cavity-searches all incoming and outgoing data. Or so Hiro assured her, and he would know.

She realizes that she's been standing here too long, and she's starting to attract attention from the bar's patrons. Screw it, she decides. She should've been out of here ten seconds ago and left the speculations until later. Maybe she should have Hiro look over her computer and make sure she hasn't picked up something malicious.

However, when she turns to face the portal she used to come in, she finds only a blank wall behind her.

For the first time YT actually feels scared. And pissed. She wheels around, addressing the bar at large: "Okay, just what the fuck is going on here?"

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[gorgonfondness]

[OOM: Valentine's Day can be a rotten holiday, even if you do have someone you love.]

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[demlshn-boy-sir.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Makita meets Kell, and the School of Boom ensues. Rated DT for Demolitions Training.]]

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[dontlooklisten.livejournal.com]

Suzi is not the only one looking smug today. Whistler looks positively insufferable for a man his age the day after Valentine's. Not that he's particularly inclined to fuss over the holiday most of the time, but.... well, in Suzi's parlance? It was the chocolate holiday. That, at least, he managed to remember.

And, you know, sometimes these things work out for the best. So. Lunch with an insufferable smile, anyone?

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[md_donighal]

[OOM: Dinner date (in progress).]

There's a certain extra level of spring in the step of the man in the gray suit as he walks through the door. So much spring is there, in fact, that he's treating gravity more as a guideline than a law. And not only is he dancing on the air like he doesn't care, he's singing.

"o/` Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street
There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat
Everyone sings hallelujah when my boy walks down the street
Life just kind of dances through ya from your smile down to your feet... o/`"

Feel free to break him out of his reverie. Please to not be bringing him down too hard, though.

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[princeinexile]

[OOM: Zuko's fever breaks -- and so does he.]

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker looks slightly dazed and confused. He's surprised to see Milliways, but not overly. This is how things go.

Closing the door behind him, he steps towards the bar, and orders a beer.

After a while, he tries the door, only to find it locked.

"Don't," he tells himself, and goes to sit at a table.

Panicking never helped anyone.

FIRST ENTRY .... God help us.

[shinymetal-ass.livejournal.com]

The door slides up and open with a whoosh. "Hey, meatsack, let's go out and get some-- WHAT THE HELL?"

A wide eyed (sorta) robot is now standing at the entry to Bar. "Fry, wherever you are, I love what you've done with this dump! Maybe God does act from time to time, to give you an idea like THIS!"

His head swivels on his torso as he scans the room. "Now, time to find me some floozy-bots and a 12 pack..."

Milliways, plz to be welcoming... Bender.

First Post.

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan comes in with his weapon drawn stooped down he slings him self around the door. Looking around making sure there was no one armed or threatening. He could be a little jumpy but getting shot in the eye with a nail does that to you.

He steps in fully his gun still out and pointing. He looks behind him this isn’t the house he had just stepped in to this place is nothing like what he knew the house should look like. Having done a search warrant on it already.

Wait a minute where was Eric, Horatio

“ H, Eric.. H, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Someone should point out to this Newbie guns are a no no

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

There is a realm in Underhill that is all 80s, all the time. (Scary thought, isn't it? Located right next to the eternal department of the DMV and in front of Kadath.)

This may explain why Laini is dressed in a jean skirt, leg warmers, hi-top sneakers, and an off shoulder sweatshirt, while humming You Can Call Me Al. Aside from that, she is working on her PDA while sprawled sideways in a chair-

Hey, it is Casual Decade down in Furhold. Dress code? What dress code?

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[not_that_spike]

He's sick of being in their rooms alone, sick of being alone with his thoughts all the time.

Might as well stare down that damn door for a while instead, and so he stands watching the bar's front door. He hasn't tried it yet, because the last thing he wants is to see Mars and Syndicate Headquarters and a hundred guys with rifles gunning for him.

Yeah, he's been happier. He's also been in worse spots before, though that's small comfort right now. What would make him happiest is to see that door open, Beth and Beth Junior walking through. it's a possibility, but he doesn't think it's going to happen tonight.

Every heartbeat measures the passing of time. Tonight, that doesn't feel real good.

He's not even smoking.

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[the_lioness]

[OOM: Elaine visits Alanna and spoils her rotten with a book on war and knitted items. They catch up, and soon both agree that they greatly miss sparring with each other.

As promised, Rachel takes Alanna flying. Very, very gently. She enjoys it immensely. What Adam doesn't know won't hurt him?

Inara is another welcome visitor. They talk a bit about their respective upbringings, and Inara teaches Alanna to write a few names in Chinese.]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Knox and Rapunzel celebrate Valentine's Day in Gotham, and have a little fun. Guest-starring Michael Keaton, Kim Basinger and Michael Gough.]

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

If you are inclined to make fun of Chase for drinking a floofy girly drink (into which the Bar has stuck an umbrella, despite his request that she not), just remember that he's handy with martial arts.

...Okay, no, he isn't really. Mock all you want.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: The timelines shift neatly back into place.]

Over by the infirmary is Guppy, full size today, taking the time for a cup of tea and the Su Doku from the inner section of his newspaper.

The title of the paper reads: Harper Elected - Holby ED saved!. Another reason for him to be looking cheerful today.

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[hellobugbite]

The door into the Bar swings open, as it's been very inclined to do in the past few days, and Hobbie shuffles through.

"...shavit," he says after a long moment, his right hand sliding up to grip at the opposite shoulder. "Of all the vaping--"

The left sleeve of his jacket is pinned up, held in place by a metal band around his lower bicep.

It's been a bad day.

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[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: June, 2012 - It can be difficult to lead too many lives at once.]

When Behrooz comes into the Bar, his shoulders slump in a relieved sort of way. He looks around, briefly, and then chooses a seat far at the end of the Bar, just ordering a glass of tea. He doesn't feel particularly hungry.

And as glad as he is to be in here, he's not sure how exactly social he feels at the moment. Though, he'll certainly try to be, if he needs to.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary's been outside for a while today, making sure that her tree survived the re-frosting relatively unscathed. (It did.) Now she's enjoying the warmth of the fire, Shakespeare book balanced on top of the survey book on her knees, and a milkshake by her elbow.

In general, she looks content.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is standing by the observation window, one hand resting lightly on the glass. He looks absorbed.*

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[mitanarchist]

The thing about time-warps is that they tend to come in waves.

The young man that comes in the bar should look familiar to quite a few people, barring the lack of a few years.

He's looking around with a perplexed expression. I haven't even started on weed today.

Say hi to Collins, folks.

[ooc: Angel-mun is a shameless enabler. This is Collins from a few years before canon. La!]

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[badinlatin]

Mal's still floating around in the bar since his conversation with Inara earlier, but now he has pen and paper.

Sketching out designs absently, Mal crosses out one -- stylized Mandarin characters -- with his pen, doodling something entirely different, but something that has yet to take any concrete shape.

[ooc: am pretty sleepy; a closed post. Duibuqi.]

Entrance Post

[inadell.livejournal.com]

"...moving back to England already. If I heard Luz and his Horton impression one more time I swear he would be on the next patrol going out." Little Harry Welsh opened the door to what was supposed to be the officers billets for Easy Company. He was looking back over his shoulder paying no attention as he stepped into what is now a bar. Not the inn lobby of the officers billets in the city of Carentan.

"Wonder when we are moving back to Utah. Be nice to be able to see Kitty again before we-" Finally he looks up and nearly backpeddles right out the door. "OK this is the last fucking time I take a drink of whatever Nix passes me."

The man's dress is typical uniform of paratroopers from World War II (1944), but it's dirty. So is the face of the man wearing it with mud and grime. In fact it's just starting to rain outside so little wet drops sprinkle over his cloths, gear, and helmet. With his helmet cocked to the side and M-1 Garand rifle on his shoulder he soon steps away from the door that closes behind him. Looking over the patrons hesitantly he frowns slightly, reaching up to adjust the helmet on his head. No other officers were there or other paratroopers. This wasn't good.

"Where the fuck did the officers billet go?" he murmers to himself.

[The mun apologizes but 1am is calling for sleep. Slow times are love! and tags are welcomed and will be gotten too in more decent hours XD]

Entrance Post

[i-see-math.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, Amita, if Larry was so worried about me getting things out of his..." As he opens the door, he turns around not to see Larry's vacant office. A bar shows up instead. A little too much space to actually exist in the space formerly known as Larry's office. It's like Larry had a parallel universe in his office, and just never told anyone. Not that this terribly surprises Charlie.

The door shuts behind him, and you have this poor, naïve mathematician left. He's a bit unkempt, and is armed with his leather messenger bag and his red-chalk holder in hand.

"Well. Um. This looks interesting... I suppose I could knock off for a few before my Statistics class."

Charlie Eppes, welcome to Milliways.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

...Garion has totally been here for a couple of hours with the drink specials on the board since he's covering for Indy tonight.

Totally.

It's his mun who stayed late at work.

That said:
Drink Specials
Any drink named after an animal is 1/2 price
...no one said it was exactly original of course.

"What'll you have?"

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[dreamer_fray]

[OOC: From here.]

--love you.

It hurts, you know.

It did the first time (animal's teeth scraping bone it was so eager to suck out my blood) and it did again, and then there was white, and then... and then... To sleep without dreaming, ain't that a thing. Just a blackout, oblivion forever until the universe dies in a spectacular shower of burning ice and freezing gases, sending final blinding waves of devastating radiation out into dead space before ending with a poetically appropriate whimper--

And stop.

Rewind.

--in a spectacular shower of burning ice and freezing gases, sending final blinding waves of devastating radiation out into dead space

Harth turns slowly away from the observation window, eyes blank behind thick glasses, taking in silently the familiar sight of Milliways.

"Well," he says softly, voice feeling dry in his throat.

"Wasn't that somethin'."

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill still hasn't gone home yet. Right now he's finishing off a plate of chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes and still pointedly ignoring the door. He needs a way to tell someone that he's leaving, just hasn't found one. So in the meantime he'll just enjoy Bar's cuisine and alcohol.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April inna bar.

Feeling better. With a book. And a kitten.

Botherable.

So, two Shinigami Captains walk into a bar...

[notevengod.livejournal.com]

Stop me if you've heard this one before.

...no?

Ok, good.

They were just out for a stroll; two Captains with nothing to do (except maybe more paperwork, but there's always more paperwork) and no place to be, out for some fresh air. Aizen Sosuke, Captain of the 5th Division: a simple looking man with a warm heart, brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. Not too tall or too short, not too scrawny or too well built. Just a simple man. And then, of course, Gin Ichimaru, Captain of the 3rd Division: a man with a foxy sort of face and eyes that almost never open. His white hair and  playful-yet-deadly grin make sure that he's never difficult to recognize. With the cunning of a fox and all the warmth of a venomous snake, few in Soul Society would dare to cross him

Neither are expecting a bar when they slide open the doorway; neither can hide their surprise. They both walk in slowly, swords remaining sheathed at their waists. Trying to remain calm and composed, they both sweep the area with careful glances.

"Gin," Aizen says eventually, "it would seem we're lost."

[ooc: Two new pups, two not-so-new muns, both eagerly awaiting tags! Except now both muns are for bed! We beg slowtime to those who've taken the time to thread with us, and thank you as well!]

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[scapepig]

Over by the fire are four little piglets, who appear to be playing Snakes and Ladders. However, all being colourblind, a number of squabbles are breaking out over whose counter is whose.

Snowball is keeping an eye, and an ear, on his offspring whilst sitting poring over a large map. He looks worried, an expression of grin determination on his face whenever the piglets aren't watching.

Looks like they'll all be making a break for freedom soon.

First entrance

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

You ever get the feeling that you're a little paranoid?

Of course, anyone who knows Matrix would tell you he is paranoid (along with having a "few" anger management issues), but that's not the point.

He's been noticing lately that some of the others have been acting odd lately. Bob, Dot, little Enzo. They've all been acting like they're hiding something. It's been giving him a weird feeling.

And as anyone who knows him will also tell you, he takes weird feelings way too seriously.

Luckily for everyone, though, he's decided not to act on it. Since acting on it might somehow involve some property damage.

Today, he's decided to take a break from all of his probably well founded paranoia, and unwind over at Dot's Diner. He's hoping to take his mind off things for a while.

Of course, his funny feeling may pop up again, since when he goes to open the door to the diner, it opens up into a weird looking bar with a lot of strange looking sprites (when the frag were there so many sprites in mainframe?).

Matrix looks around the bar, giving a curious look to everything going on.

"...The diner get another upgrade?" he asks, figuring Dot is somewhere within earshot.

Milliways, Matrix. Matrix, Milliways.

Play nice.

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[his-fathers-sin.livejournal.com]

You know what sucks?

When you're on a road where rocks move, and even the Legendary Guardian Auron doesn't realize it until you're half-way down the wrong path.

(On the bright side, he's pretty sure he's getting better at casting slow. On the downside, still walking.)

Tidus wants to know what the hell the point of being a Legendary Guardian that everyone fawns over is if you can't even remember which path to take.

(Tidus asked this of Auron. Auron grunted. Tidus was not really so much expecting that much.)

In conclusion: that fizzy Pepsi drink from going to Ray's world?

Tidus definitely feels he's earned that, when he stumbles in after having hacked up a smaller fiend.

Exit Post + OOM.

[badinlatin]

It was a short visit to see Kitty, and an eventful one.

Mal takes the time to pick up the notebook he'd left at his previous table before his little departure before limping back through the door to Serenity.

Ow.

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[gonna_live]

[OOM: Distraction, a week ago.]