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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

Faramir is in the Bar tonight, security badge clipped to his belt... but he's not really patrolling. He is reading, nearing the very end of an extremely large book. He's stopped turning the pages.

Come ask why he's grinning like that.

OOM

[landlesslord]

[OOM: Back in Nottingham Sir Guy rescues a nun, visits Marian and learns that the Sheriff has a cunning plan.]

Waiter on Duty

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Behold, the crimson speedster!

in an apron.

Asleep in a chair by the sign announcing his name, and his drink special as "Zzzzz...."

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[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*Kara is sitting at a table alone, staring into space. Her mun is a wee bit broken, but Kara's fine*

(ooc: This is a smutty thread, be warned)

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Only after accepting that he is going to die can a warrior truly reach greatness.

Makita finds an unexpected ally in the bar and they head to Bahamut. A squad of Reds is spotted, and Makita and Miho move in for a closer look.]

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[live-infear.livejournal.com]

Gordon doesn't generally swear. He does when he walks into the bar, but it's very softly, under his breath. Mostly, his displeasure at finding himself here expresses itself in other ways, the irritated twist of his mouth and the slight tension of his posture.

After standing there in the doorway for a moment, though, he does step inside and go to get a drink. He'd been on his way to get what would probably be bad news anyway, and there was no reason he could see not to put it off as long as possible.

Horse 'Sploring

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

Because of her injury and the cold, YT hasn't been outside in days. But now her ankle's good enough to walk on and the temperature isn't so harsh, although it's still chilly and rather uncomfortable for a girl born and bred in L.A. The landscape is also very different from what she's used to. It's outside, though, and that's what she wants.

She's learned that one of the outlying buildings is a stable. YT likes animals, but has had very little contact with horses, which every teenage girl with an ounce of decency is supposed to love instinctively. YT must have an ounce of decency after all, because she really wants to see the horses. So she goes down to the stable.

It's warmer than outside, and smells interesting. There's the odor of horse poop, of course, and a cleaner, dryer, slightly sweet smell that YT would identify as straw, if she'd ever really encountered it before. There are, of course, horses in stalls, some of whom turn their large heads to look at her as she comes in. YT walks down the aisles between the stalls, looking at the horses. They're really pretty, but she's kind of afraid to reach out and touch one, since she doesn't know how they will react.

A strange noise startles her, and when she turns her head she sees what strikes her as a distinctly non-equine movement off in the shadows. "Hello?" she calls.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

The full moon's over. Wells can breathe easy, or something like it, at the Bar now; the walls are still a little oppressive, but he's had to deal with worse. He's good. It's all right.

... at least it is up until the Bar delivers him Lan and Nynaeve's note while he's getting tea.

"Fuck," he mutters, and sets the tea aside in favour of looking outside for something to punch.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

Belar is fairly bouncing as he comes through the door. "Bar," he says, "I just had some incredible news from Earth. Would you do me a favor and use this to pay for drinks for as many people as possible today?"

'This' is a sack of turquoise, jet, and amber, most of which is either carved into bear shapes or polished into domed cabochons. It disappears into the Bar's surface almost immediately.

"Thanks, you're a doll." With that, he heads over to a convenient table and erects the ANSWERING PRAYERS sign, but this time it includes a few more lines:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 20 MINUTES

CONGRATULATE ME, I GOT NEW PEOPLE
(ALSO, MY NAME IS TOTALLY BELAR)
(NOT ALORN)
(THAT'S JUST MY PEOPLE)
(MY ORIGINAL PEOPLE, I MEAN)

... he's a little excitable at times.

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[a1enzo]

When Enzo brought his dog into the bar, poor Frisket was seriously alarmed by his inability to smell anything matter-based, i.e. almost everyone and everything there. Many dogs would consider such a place a threat to be avoided.

Frisket considers it a threat to be defeated. And he is more than smart enough to figure out how to open a door.

Digital doggie in the bar. Enzo did tell him last time not to eat anyone here, but beyond that, all bets are off.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Meanwhile, back at the ranchWells family farm, the full moon shines on a freed Spoon for the first time.]

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Cain faces an old enemy, and is forced into battle.

Meanwhile, in an attempt to escape her peril, Molly takes a (literal) crash course in driving.

Warnings for violence and cliffhangers. ]]

Outside

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

A cane lies in the frosted grass besides a scabbard.

Belgarion of Riva is practicing.

It had taken a while to get started, since the Orb (in a show of disdain for Garion's Brilliant Plan™) had refused to lift the sword for a few minutes; Garion had had to argue with it for a while before it would allow him to practice. And promise he'd never leave it again. And promise that it could play with Geran for a while.

That said, you wouldn't know that the rather large young man swinging the giant flaming blade about had been nearly beaten to death less than a month before, unless you noticed that he was favoring one leg. Slightly. It was one of the things he was working on.

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[will_scarlett]

Will is well fed and content in the bar. He's sprawled over a table with his feet up and leaning periously back on his chair. A mug of hot chocolate sits on the table largely forgotten as he watches everyone. He's humming a bouncy song that sounds meant for dancing as he plays with a silver penny trying to see how high he can make it spin without it falling. At points, it looks like it will drop especially when his eye is caught by a new face.

Botherable.

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[lady_moon]

Moon's curled up on a couch, but taking up only half of it. She's small, and even smaller all huddled up like she is. Mons and Mare are there, but they are watching her from several feet away. Their Mistress is introspective, quiet and unusually dim, so they keep their distance respectfully, but still guard her.

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[mogget_cat]

There is a white cat on the bar, curled up into a little crescent of soft, white fur. Occasionally, it twitches a paw or ear in its sleep. Aw, it's dreaming.


Probably dreaming about eating the waitrats, or something.

Come pet it. Its catnap has gone on long enough.

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[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

Lock, Shock and Barrel come running downstairs, followed closely by Tub. The door has been there every day since they came back, and every time they open it, Halloween Town looks worse.

"Okay, let's do this. Yeah, if we don't, it'll kill Halloween Town. And then come after us."

Shock gets up on a chair in the middle of Bar and yells out.

"HI. CAN EVERYONE THAT'S SIGNED UP TO HELP US SAVE HALLOWEEN TOWN PLEASE COME HERE. WE'RE GOING NOW. Okay, Barrel, you stay here, Lock and I are gonna go find people on the list."

Once everyone's ready, Lock, Shock and Barrel (together) open the pumpkin-shaped door that led them out just a few days ago. Everyone takes a breath before stepping out into whatever it is that awaits them on the other side.

~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~

A few minutes later, the pumpkin door opens by itself, letting out the same small band of champions. At the lead is Tub, who deposits an unconscious woman on the couch before ambling back through the door, which disappears after he's gone, once and for all.

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[gorgonfondness]

The unconscious woman that Tub put on the couch?

That would be Mia.

From a distance, one would guess that she was only sleeping. People closer to the couch, however, can hear her softly panting instead of breathing. Beads of sweat are sitting on her brow and the collar of her robe and her hair are damp with it. Any mother worth their salt wouldn't even have to put a hand to her forehead to know that she's burning up.

Help?

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[truequest.livejournal.com]

Zelda is sitting at the bar.

She's curled up looking at the glowing orb between her two palms.

If you look closely you can see the face that she is gazing at longingly...

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Truman was around in the bar, but it was really cozy on the couch by the fire. So he had nodded off and then fell asleep there. More troubled dreams of eternal winter nights by the look of it. And the fact that he was frowning in his sleep, and was tightly curled into himself like he was freezing.

Probably should be woken up.

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

Tommy's back in Milliways and seems rather pleased about the fact. He's currently sitting on a couch near one of the fireplaces and grading his students' homework, occasionally pausing to chew on the end of his pen while he decides how many points to penalize an answer that is not entirely to his satisfaction.

He's a bit bruised and scraped and generally banged up, but he looks cheerful for all of that. Feel free to bother him!

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[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's downstairs at a table, with a vodka tonic and a bored look.

There might be some vaguely irritated finger tapping. Lilly hates being bored.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It is a forgone conclusion that Ace should not be allowed to get too bored.


Sadly, no one ever remembers these things, least of all Ace.

So tonight, Ace has turned one tabletop into a virtual sugar free-for-all. It had started with pouring out a little sugar on the table, and then drawing a pattern in it. That had looked pretty cool, so she poured out a little more sugar and drew a pattern in that, too.

Then she lined the pattern with jelly babies, like candy on parade.

Now there are two graham cracker houses plastered with various candies (one obviously being a saloon, while the other is a boarding house), a horse made out of twizzlers, M&M's and a whole lot of frosting, tied to a rail made of tootsie rolls, and the beginnings of a raft to sail a blue-sugar river that runs just south of the tiny town.

Plz send help.

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[queenofmay]

Marian walks into the bar through the pumpkin shaped door, a small buoy adrift, among all the others. There is almost a glance at the bar, but it never connects. Instead she walks to a couch somewhere in the back under a light. Very specifically under a light. Her movements all precise. Too precise, too smooth, too empty. Sitting down she stares at her hands as though she may have never seen them before.

Very botherable. Especially it you aren't a nightmare.

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[evryinchbut1.livejournal.com]

Your server is: Valerie

Waitress making the rounds; feel free to flag her down.

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[whiteabsolution.livejournal.com]

The lithe body of a strawberry blonde is lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace. She has a book in her hands but has dozed off during reading it. Feel free to come wake her.

Happy Hour!

[collects_ears]

Its time for some minor math.

Bar + Tender = Happy Hour!

Drinks are themed accordingly.

"Tonight's drinks are: Three Day Weekend, Three Musketeers, The Three Stages of Friendship and Three Wise Men."

Have at!

"What'll it be?"

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[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

Artie walks into Milliways with a small stack of books in hand. He stops at Bar just long enough to order a chai tea, then heads over to a quiet corner booth.

He's still new enough to Milliways that he thinks it might be a good place for a quiet evening of studying.

[ooc: Any new tags will take place after the chase sequence.]

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[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Cain borrows strength from old friends and allies to defeat an old enemy. Molly is a little worse for wear, but at least they both survived.]]

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco and Miniver were sitting at a table. Draco was currently reading over a book on basic charms to Miniver, and practicing with his wand to demonstrate. So there were sometimes bubbles, smoke creatures, or other simple trifles.

Earlier Tom agreed to help Miniver out with a trip to Ollivander's for a wand in his world. Draco was wanted there, or a version so it was out of the question for him to go along. Cover story of an American wizard who got his previous one broken. Quick-Spell course materials were picked up over at Flourish and Botts, as well as a few basic books. And some extra ones since Tom is nice that way.

This was going to take a long time. He was only about a decade and a half behind on training after all.

(ooc: two muns, two pups, with Tom-Miniver handwaveyness. You know the drill.)

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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

Skwisgaar, at least, was feeling well enough to practice.

Granted, he'd practiced while he wasn't feeling well, but it just wasn't the same as it was now that he was feeling better.

Just at the moment he was sprawled in the chair near the fire, keeping one eye on the bar at large and the other on Toki, marginally concerned about the brunette's continued insistance on killing Nathan.

(Ayup, you know the drill, two pups, two muns, we're crazy, they're recovering, have at!)

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[igottawrite.livejournal.com]

There's something very frustrating about not being able to remember all the lyrics to a song. The frustration is, in fact, directly proportional to how bad or embarrassing or dated the song is.

It may be that Matt was well on his way to closing in on that first stanza. He had the tune, which was a real earworm, but the words, it's just no good without the words!

He slams a fist on the tabletop. It's the nonverbal equivalent of "You'll pay for this, Captain Planet!" Care to help him out?

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[futures_of_ash]

"I know Bar" she chuckled softly, head down and freshly washed hair pouring over the polished wood.

"I know"

"No, the ribs aren't broken. Yes, I'm sure." she lifted her head, bruising along one side of her face from her cheek bone to her chin, but she seemed happy enough. "If I take them will you stop being angry at me?"

Yes, a bruised up security member was arguing softly with Bar. No doubt a distraction would be welcome.

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[a_poor_guardian]

The winter has stretched on, week after colorless week, with the wind calling, low and wild, over the bare moors. This time of year, Archibald Craven has always closed himself up in his rooms, only waiting for the weather to clear before packing his bags and crossing to the Continent.

Archibald Craven can't go away now. He's promised Colin and Mary that he wouldn't go; he's promised himself that he wouldn't go. But Archibald is restless, and the old troubles have been disturbing his sleep. Perhaps a visit to Milliways, where the lights are brighter and the wind doesn't blow as loudly, might distract him.

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[watching_you]

The door opens and Veronica steps in.

And she wavers for a moment, blinks.

"Whoa."

It's been a while.


[OOC: Spoiler warnings for up to the most recent episodes of Veronica Mars in the comments! Consider yourself warned.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Someone didn't feel like going home last night.

Eight-year-olds don't tend to carry enough money for a room, and Guppy knew it. So with a little resourcefulness it's surprising how cosy a rather small kid can curl up between a sofa and a wall.

He emerges now, hungry, and goes to the bar, scrabbling around for some change in his pockets. Coat hood still pulled up over the black eye he came in with yesterday.