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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

[OOM: First dates are nerve-wracking, but this one goes surprisingly well, all things considered. There is puzzling at modern gadgets, fancy dinner, a drive around the city, and well... it is James Bond taking Sarah Jane out on this date. So, warning for clearly implied sex.]

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[blue_raz]

Raziel walked out of the bar and found a post, a wooden post. He started to attack it with the Soul Reaver, in it's many incarnations, the glowing wraith blade made a beautiful site.

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[stupid-scar.livejournal.com]

There is a big, fluffy, white owl perched on the back of a chair near the fire grooming itself.

Frther inspection will reveal the owner of said owl curled up in said chair with a mug of butterbeer and a Rubix cube.

Said cube is well on its way to becoming Harry's next subject for magical experimentation if it doesn't start solving itself right quick.

Both Boy-Who-Lived and owl-above-head are botherable.

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[aerora.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Another precious memory is shared between thirteen (and a half) year old Sora and Kairi involving swimming, and general coping with the hot summer weather. Rated A for slightly awkward adorableness.]

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[colour_girl]

[OOM: Millitimed to during the Puppet Plot and before the Lake Party. timezones are evil and silly and we should get rid of them. ahem.

Iris takes Yrael to earth, starting in Greece, where he doesn't take the entire Greek Library with him, and ending in Japan, where he becomes the next Japanese Idol.]

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[bloodyrockgod]

Well, he's back.


A little sunburned, a little tired, and a lot more quiet than usual.

Once he's cleaned up a little and had some breakfast (still meatless--it's still Lent), Charlie takes his guitar out by the lake and starts playing slow, thoughtful variations on Nobody Knows and Nobody Seems to Care.

It beats thinkin'.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox sits at the bar, awash in brochures from moving companies. He spent the better part of the week thumbing through the Yellow Pages, calling the companies to get information, and calling the state Department of Transportation to check up on many of these firms. It's a lot of work just getting ready to move.

He's thumbing through a brochure from D. Vincenzio Movers, quite ready not to think about movers if someone will give him the chance.

[ooc: Online till about 2 pm Eastern time]

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[truequest.livejournal.com]

Princess Zelda is on the couch.

She came down earlier this morning, because she couldn't fall asleep...too much to think about.

She's writing in a journal that Bar gave her...and there are already around twenty pages covered in delicate Hylian runes.

Probably needs to be distracted at this point...

What's the word for canonpuncturing yourself?

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

YT is sitting in a big armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. Not that this is unusual - since she has so much time on her hands here, she's recently taken to muddling her way through Don Quixote, the last book Juanita suggested YT ought to read before she arrived at Milliways. Since it's such a big book, with lots of footnotes and some bits YT has to read over more than once to understand, it's going to last her a while.

But that's beside the point, because she is not reading Don Quixote at the moment. See, ever since her first conversation with Ray Stantz (well, her first real conversation), she's known that some of the people in Milliways have stories about them in other worlds: it is neither polite nor advisable to tell them so, but it's true. Divis Mal told her how he found out his own story. And, since YT was curious about her own story anyway, she did what he'd done, and asked the Bar to surprise her.

So the book she's reading is Snow Crash. To those who recognize both her and the book, this is absurd, bizarre and unsettling even by Milliways standards. It certainly is for YT, judging by the rather extreme and potentially amusing facial expressions she's making as she scans the pages.

Somebody might want to snap her out of it before she drives herself crazy.


[OOC: I would love for a pup with knowledge of YT's canon to tag this, but if your pup doesn't, that's okay too.]

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

[ July 2006, London: James Bond receives an early morning call. ]

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

Toki has of late, but wherefore he knows not, lost all his mirth. The earth (and bar) seems to him a stale promontory. This o'erhanging... Rafter. This majestical gold-fretted fireplace. It appears no other thing to him than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.

In words more suited to Toki, as he sighs out a puff of smoke from his cigarette,  "I's bored. Dis sucks."

He's in a writer's slump, he'd gotten halfway through writing the song he's been concocting for someone and then fell asleep, whereupon all his inspiration lept out of his head and ran off to go elope with somebody's libido.

Cheering up may be needed.

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[notjustatoaster.livejournal.com]

OOM: Sharon returns to Capricaand carries out the first step of the Cylon plan.

Helo has no idea she is a Cylon and Sharon has a secret meeting.

(ooc:This is my first OOM so feedback, either positive or negative would be much appreciated.)

Exit Post

[soulkeepersong.livejournal.com]

I'm still yawning when I come downstairs this morning, but my jaw snaps shut when I see the Door.

"Yes!" I exclaim before I'm over and through without a moment's thought. I'm going home.


[OOC: And Cassie's out of the Bar.]

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[focusandcontrol.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After the solace his time here has been, Scott is caught off guard by the return of an old friend. Jean is there to aid, and soothe, and to think on what will be. Millitimed to last night.]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Now who could this be?

He's tiny.

He's adorable.

He's got the cutest little nose you ever did see.

And if you ask him, he'll tell you his name's, er ... Edward. There we go.

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[nita_callahan]

The bar is up one teenaged wizard, sitting at the Bar and poking through her manual.

There's only so many times you can doublecheck spellwork, though, and Nita's reread the Library spell so many times she has it practically memorized. Eventually she claps the book shut with a sigh, orders hot chocolate from Bar, and turns around on her stool to people-watch.

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[will_scarlett]

After various talks and too much scotch, Will ended up asleep in the same booth where his
staff was, he hasn't woke up just yet but is getting there. Sitting on the table is an empty tumbler and his booted feet are hanging off the end again, snoring and small not nice sounds are emerging, nightmares plus alcohol are not a pretty thing.

Care to wake him up.

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[ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Cable responds to a tragedy in his own way. Warning for Spoilers for Civil War storyline and Captain America #25]

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[undignified]

Well, look who's finally showing up again for his bartending shift, if a little late.

(It's not his fault, to be fair. He had missions, and patrols, and then the door wouldn't work when he wanted, and at least he got Gavin to cover for him last week! ... Although he's not entirely sure he even wants to know how that went.)

Wes Janson, then, behind the Bar, with OLD JANX SPIRIT scrawled on the Specials board.

He's a little worried about being away from Inyri, because he's still a little worried about her, and he fidgets with a cloth and wipes away invisible spills and marks from Bar's surface.

But he's grinning, and apart from the fidgeting, he seems perfectly happy.

A little quiet, but for him, that really just means more normal by everyone else's standards.

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[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

There is a quite frankly grumpy looking man with a pocket dictionary and another book sitting near the fire with a Doberman. Magic's mum is still busy, so she came with Spoon today.

She was told that her job is to watch him, and if he starts to be even slightly scary she is to bark as loud as possible until he stops being scary or goes outside. It works.

The language as he works his way through the poetry is, um. This man served with Harry Wells. Lets just...leave it at that.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray's in a good mood, despite the fact that he came in from New York with oily-looking yellowish slime stuck to most of his jumpsuit. Work was good, his nephews are doing well in their studies, and the overall strength of Monopod worm teeth seems to be slightly higher than initial surveys indicated. He'll go get changed and take a shower in a bit, but right now he's just a little low on the ol' blood sugar, so there's a slightly goopy Ghostbuster with a mug of Ovaltine at the bar. Say hi!

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[tosharethesky.livejournal.com]

The quiet's broken by what sounds like several voices singing, in good harmony.
It isn't disturbingly loud, but if one ventures close to the ship parked out back, one might think the "crew" was practicing a musical, or having a party.
Helva decided she's had enough of silence. She has always loved singing and occasional theater, so, why not?

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Unaware of James going to Havana, Sarah Jane spends the day wandering around a 21st century London not her own.]

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[is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com]

Ben doesn't really mind being Bound this time around. It gives him time to heal from the surgery without having to stay curled up immobile on his side in the dark, damp, not-quite sterile operating room of the Hydra, and for that, he can put up with a bit of cabin fever.

Now that the drugs are out of his system, he's relaxing with a nice glass of wine and Notes from Underground (not his first choice, but Bar seemed to think it was funny.)

Come chat!

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells has been busy at the Academy today, which should not be a surprise. What might be a surprise instead is that he cut out early and went to a bookseller's. He's currently settled in at a seat near the Window with two acquisitions.

He's starting to regret having left school at sixteen, but he'll be damned if he lets that get in his way.

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[misterparker.livejournal.com]

Parker comes in, wearing a baseball hat low on his head.

He slumps into a chair looking vaguely curious.

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[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Jay's latest game seems to be testing how many teetering steps he can take before falling down. The fact that the floor is solid wood doesn't seem to be dampening his enthusiasm in the slightest, at least as long as his dad's around to hold his hand and help him up when he stumbles.

Distractions would be quite welcome.

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[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

Outside by the lake, Dionysus stands. Various woodland nymphs and satyrs, as well as various staffers are bustling about, setting up long wooden tables with benches, further tables with foods of all variety, and most importantly, a long table with mutliple kegs and cups all over.

And Dionysus stands. Amidst it all, with a smile on his face. Clapping his hands as the preparations complete, he calls out with a clear voice.

"Friends! Tonight we celebrate the coming of spring! Come join us and eat, drink, and be merry!"

And so the celebrations begin.

[OOC: All are welcome, invited, and encouraged to join in! Please simply indicate where it is that you've put yourself at the gathering as you enter the thread, and let it flow from there. Note that this thread is marked for potential rated R type interactions that may occur as the night wears on. You are forewarned.]

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Inyri goes to visit Shalla after their fight. They argue, they hug, and then they sleep. And things -- for a while, at least -- are better.

(Millitimed between this and this, because the mun kind of sucks at posting things.)]

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

When Aziraphael arrived in the bar this evening, smiling, his cheeks pink, he took one look around and headed down the long hallway of the Staff Wing to knock on the door at the end.

He was greeted by a barking dog, a half-dressed Bernard, an exhausted and frazzled Nymphadora who wouldn't even lift her head from underneath one of the pillows on their couch to say hello intelligibly, and a toddler who was smiling, well, angelically through it all, who was thrust into Aziraphael's arms with little preamble other than, "Heylookweneedsometimebeenkindofadayhewouldn'tnapandwebothneedoneSunny'sonaplaydatesoI'llseeyoulaterokaybye."

Cut to one angel, settled at the usual table with his usual tea, clutching a bottle filled with orange juice in one hand and a cheerful, babbling toddler in the other.

"Hi. ...Hi. ...Hi!!" says Anthony, having chosen his word of focus for the day.

Aziraphael is starting to see where Bernard and 'Dora were coming from.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

[OOM. In which the Powers That Be send Faith and Michael a message. Rated B or breaky, V for Violent, and SD for Slayer Dream]

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[othercaptjack]

"What is it?"

It's... squishy. And spongy. And red.

And Bar is being supremely unhelpful.

"No, seriously, sweetheart, what am I supposed to do with it?"

While he puzzles that out: Jack Harkness, on a barstool, chatting to the Bar.

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[fighting_mad]

Plourr sits with her head in her hand, a small, short cylinder resting on the table. Coming from the nondescript cylinder is a three-dimensional map, projected over it. The map itself is of a jungle planet, the vegetation primarily bright green with oranges and purples and pinks, and it's constantly moving, the point of view soaring over the trees, clearings, and occasional cities. Thin red lines and numbers mark off cubes with latitudes and longitudes; every so often, Plourr pauses the scrolling to peer at a city, marked in several different colors, and she presses her finger to a few cubes, turning the cubes red with the touch of her hand.

She's intent on it, but that doesn't mean she isn't looking around occasionally, as if looking for someone. Maybe she is. Maybe she isn't. Either way, the datapad chirping on the table (making noises that sound suspiciously like a game) is a clue that she wouldn't mind distractions. As a matter of fact, she would welcome them. This is dull.

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[maj-ferretface.livejournal.com]

Frank Burns sits at the bar with a pen and a legal pad. He scribbles furiously, bent low over the pad of paper with his tongue between his teeth. From time to time, he looks up, shooting sneaky, suspicious looks at the patrons around him.

The comparison to a small predatory rodent has never been so apt.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion doesn't have much of an expression tonight; if you could call it anything, the word would probably be 'thoughtful'. The past, the present and the future are all sort of stirring about in his head after some of the conversations he's had in the last few days, catalyzed by the realization today that he'd been here nearly a month since he'd been injured.

A month and no action.

Then there'd been some of the patrons, new people he'd met and old people he'd spoken to. To put it simply: it'd been one of those weeks.
Drink Specials
Liquid Sword
Fireball
Green Demon
Dragon's Blood
"What'll you have?" he asks, somewhat distracted.

...and your kicks for free

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

It is a very happy Darien who comes trotting into the bar today, a very happy Darien indeed. He's slouched back, grooving to the sound of his own mental music, occasionally samba-ing between patrons and chairs and tables and obviously looking to celebrate.

After a brief pause for air guitar in the middle of the bar, he heads for the counter. This? Calls for Corona.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

[oom: after the Halloween Town plot, Angela and her not!parents have a talk.]

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[were-needed.livejournal.com]

Steed is at the bar, looking with fascination at an object Bar has lent him for the time being. It appears to be an electonic game of some description, a bit like a Game Boy.

He should be afraid. Tetris is very addictive.

***

Snowball is out back, straightening the edges of the patches he's been digging up for Asar-Suti. Whilst he has turned all the soil, snouts aren't really adapted for straight lines, so he's really just tidying up.

Either are entirely botherable.

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[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Still here.

Angela's sort of forgotten how long she's been here this time.

But she's making the best of things. Or trying to.

Right now, she's having pizza and a Coke and watching the goings-on. Anwen is beside her, sniffing occasionally at Angela's pizza and then turning back to her own saucer of milk.

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[truequest.livejournal.com]

Zelda is asleep on the couch.

Staying awake two days straight will do that.

She could easily be bothered though, especially since she is taking up quite a bit of the couch...

[OOC:Mun is already asleep leik woe...slowtimed threads still possible though if you want:)]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Over by the trilobite tank, an unsuspecting 8-year-old completes his homework.

'Write about what you want to be when you grow up
When I grow up I want to be a doctor like my Daddy. And I want to be a cool doctor who plays rock music and has blue hair to make the patients feel happy and not want to kill each other.'

It would appear Guppy's aims change slightly over the course of twenty years or so. Nevertheless, he's botherable now.

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[iwenttomissouri.livejournal.com]

Missouri Mosely has seen many strange things in her life.

She's seen the work of vengeful spirits and felt the evil energy left behind by demons. She's read thoughts and exorcised poltergeists.

But she's never seen anything like this, especially not upon opening the door to her spare room.

"Well, would you look at this..."

Missouri hesitates a moment and then steps right in.

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[hiroaki_protagonist]

[OOM: Sometimes, time passes outside the bar. Enough of it for our friends to worry.]

Your first reaction, when the Front Door opens, may be to wonder when Blade got in. Black guy, leather jacket, shades, swords — it's a reasonable mistake to make, if you're from a world with those comics and/or the movies made from them.

Then you'll notice that this guy's skin is a shade or two lighter than Wesley Snipes. And that the weapons at his belt are regular samurai swords, not some freaky product of a Hollywood propmaker's imagination.

Get a little closer, and you'll see other details that don't quite match up. Like the T-shirt and jeans worn under, so help me, a black leather kimono.

Get closer still, close enough to look at his shades, and you'll see streams of data reflected on them. And see the Asiatic appearance of the eyes behind them.

He looks around, obviously trying to get his bearings. Wherever he was expecting to end up, this probably wasn't it. Care to tell him where he is, or ask what he's looking for?

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[wild_blueyonder]

The Tick is at the bar tonight. Talking to her. Quite a bit actually. His hands are waving madly and his antenna gesture crazily as he recounts  a heroic adventure. Or perhaps he's talking about the lastest news coverage of foreign affairs. Or just discussing the weather. Who knows. 

Bar stops him though by producing a giant banana split. Tick's eyes go wide and he smiles, "Ooo, pretty." And, as if driven by some invisible hypnotic force he picks up the sundae and wanders over to a table. Bar, no doubt, sighs. 

Big blue super hero now at a table. Come, don't be afraid.

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

There's a very cheerful-looking Dr. Tommy Oliver seated at one of the bar tables. He's got a half-empty mug of coffee, a stack of graded quizzes pushed to one side and a smear of dirt across the bridge of his nose and one cheek. His hands are occupied with carefully picking and brushing dirt away from... something that we can only hope is fossilized, and he occasionally pauses to write or doodle on a notepad. The exposed page is covered with surprisingly good sketches. Fortunately he's remembered to put a few sheets of newsprint between the table's surface and the mess that he's making.

Still, those with a pathological aversion to dirt might want to stay back.

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[mysolarsailpwns.livejournal.com]

A teenage boy pushes open the door, and slouches into the bar. A complicated device looking like a surfboard with an engine on the underside is tucked under his arm.

Jim was expecting an inn, so it takes a while for him to notice that this is not the inn he was looking for. He's about halfway across the room before he grinds to a halt, staring in quiet confusion at the unfamiliar patrons. Since when did this many Terrans visit the Benbow?

Come to that, when did this many Terrans ever visit Montressor?

The quiet observation is cut rather short, though, when Jim looks the other way, and the boy who has live his life not light-years, not uncrossable distances, but a scant few miles away from potentially explosive and unquestionably deadly stars sees the End of the Universe.

"AAAAUGH!"

The solar surfer clatters to the floor as Jim throws up his arms and falls back in a position of absolute terror.