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[too-far-in.livejournal.com]

[OOM: News reaches the crew on Admiral Trigit's ship that Ysanne Isard has died at the hands of the Rebels.

Her daughter finds it hard to feel anything.

A few days later, Gara recieves a file about one Talon Squadron and comes up with how to destroy them.]

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[ladyfirestarter]

[Out of Milliways I: Afterwards, and the next day.]
[Out of Milliways II: Coming home.]

The front door to Milliways opens, and in stumble a woman and a girl, both red-haired, both slightly bedraggled from a day spent mostly traveling, and both clearly exhausted.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sarah Jane does some thinking late at night.]

POOF!

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

Homestar's back!

And lying face down on the floor!

It was a good concert. Like, Limozeen-esque good.

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[nolongerhunted]

She sat out back, knees drawn up to her chest and her head laid on them. Ever since her talk with Missouri she'd kind of retreated into herself. The heat that had been there since her death seemed slightly worse than what it normally was but she ignored it. Blue eyes stare out at the lake and she doesn't even pay much attention when hot tears slide down her cheeks. He'd promised that everything would be okay. That he'd be back in time. But things had gone so wrong. No, that was an understatement. She didn't know what to think anymore. She was so lost. And still very dead. Just in this place it seemed the dead were very corporeal.

Reaching up she wipes the tears away but they just won't seem to stop coming. So she just wraps her arms around her legs tight and lets that blonde hair of hers fall into her face. A distraction or some way to be cheered up would be good. Because thinking of what happened... thinking about how she lost him isn't really helping her any.

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[poisonwine]

Belle wanders into bar, collapsing into the nearest booth. She has a large purple and blue bruise on the left side of her face, and there's a bo staff leaning against the table in the aisle.

She hails a waitrat, and orders a round of pain pills and a celebratory milkshake. All of her students passed. Her first graduating class.

Happy, but very tired and hurt assassin, with a weapon obstructing traffic.

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[futures_of_ash]

She'd woken this morning. Not a normal occurrence for her, morning wise. She rarely slept. But she'd woken up in her bed, screaming and fighting, arms bleeding though she held no wounds.

Such an awakening was hardly conducive to a good day, and so it was no wonder that she was tucked in a corner under a table, thick, forest green blanket bundled to her chin as she carefully focused on a book in her hands. "If you are a dreamer...come in."

There were many ways to battle personal demons and nightmares. This was one.

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[undignified]

Specials
6am Sunrise
Nudge
Liquid Cocaine (#7)

What? Totally random selection.

All right, Wes is a little tired today, as shown by the fact that he's pulled a bar stool round and is sitting on it, leaning on the Bar with his chin propped up in his hand.

Given that the shirt under his jacket is bright yellow, probably no one else is going to be falling asleep at the Bar, today.

Poke him and he'll get you your drink.



[ooc: earlier than normal, but i'll be off and on from about 2pm. parents being tourists ftw?]

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[hcliffhuxtable.livejournal.com]

Cheerful if thirsty OB/GYN inna bar.

Please to be warning him if you want to talk to him, and the talk involves present-tense mention of someone having labor pains. Otherwise, c'mon over. There's a hoagie and a juice bottle calling his name, but he'll be happy to share.

He stops to leave a small pile of old schoolbooks for Betty, with Bar, and stops as a random thought sneaks through his skull without immediately escaping.
"Bar, if anyone else is asking for similar materials--No, I'm not asking whom. But if it'll help someone, up to say three or four separate requests, you can replicate these on my tab. I got my tax refund and all that jazz, I'm good for it."

He gets his late lunch and sits down.

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[second_sighted]

[OOM: The morning after Jordan's trip to a bathroom at the end of the universe, Frank attempts to assuage what by now might be near-constant panic. Some places daddies just don't want their daughters to go, you know?]

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane leans back into the couch as she props her legs up on the table in front of her, careful not to spill her drink. Watching the fireplace is fun and all, but after a few more seconds of staring into the fire, her attention quickly turns back to her notebook and the clean sheet of paper on her lap.

There are lots of things she feels like writing right now: summarizing the past few days here, article ideas for Say True, and article ideas for Metropolitan back home. Thing is, though, she's not writing any of them. Instead, Sarah's brainstorming ideas for more subtle signs.

It's rather fun, actually.

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

It's just the three of them, Spoon and Rasia and Stepan, today. They've got a more orderly order than they did with Nelly and the chew toy yesterday as they walk from the front door to the back. The name of this game is follow quietly and try to figure out which pocket Spoon put the treats in without barking. It isn't the best game, but it's a game, and the fuzzy tails of the puppies are going a mile a minute as they try to beat each other in being the quietest.

Sometimes Rasia is hopping as she starts to yell about strangers and then muffles it. Stepan is pretty sure he's getting the bigger treat. Spoon himself looks thoughtful, amused but thoughtful, as he chews over the last couple of days.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

It was now December back home. Not much snow, more rain really. Luckily, no rain of slime for the team's sake or really their wardrobe's sake. Even though it was tis the season to be scary there.

Peter wandered into the bar, and flopped down on a stool by the bar. Brief sniff of his uniform sleeve, and he grimaced. Zoo smells are very hard to get rid of.

"My usual, sweetheart. Long day."

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[robbie-ross.livejournal.com]

Robbie comes downstairs, again resigned to stare at a blank wall.

However, when he looks over, there is a door.

He stares at it for a while, and slowly a smile comes to his face. Robbie rushes to it and turns the knob, opening it onto the familiar sight of Oscar's home. He gives one glance behind him, then steps through, back home, shutting the door firmly behind him.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace likes music, despite her inability to sing without causing aural pain. Thus, while she gets more cocoa, she lets Bar update her iPod. She's settled on the couch before Bar's new additions start up.









Ace, laughing fit to burst, on the couch.


Wells and Cooper must have been horribly, horribly drunk.

(OOC: Spoon is singing. Thus? Absolutely filthy lyrics.)

Very Delayed First Entry.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Le Chiffre had never been the religious type, in his job he'd found it best not to be, but when one had the distinct feeling they'd just been shot in the head, it seemed walking towards the light would be the most logical step to take in this chain of events.

Though perhaps light wasn't exactly the right word to describe what he witnessed. It was a door; a partially opened door which was already causing much confusion and disbelief, and that was before he'd even peered in to reveal some snazzy looking bar. Now came the choice of remaining in bleak blackness waiting for some impending doom, or having a drink or two in a welcoming bar.

So here he was, a confused yet nonetheless grumpy looking baddie, standing rather dapper in all black- minus a dinner jacket- and possibly trying to come to terms with his mortality.. that, and the fact that he's appeared in a bar with the master of all headaches.

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[lady_moon]

Moon and Ruin are in the bar tonight.

They are seated at a table with a gameboard between them.

Bane is asleep under Ruin's chair while Mare fusses over Mons beside Moon's.

Ruin takes his game piece, counts over four spaces, then slides it down the board. He sighs and eyes Moon. "I can't believe I let you talk me into playing this."

"You need practice. You're gonna have kids," Moon declares as she moves her own piece up the board.

"Not for another four hundred years!" He glares at how far behind he is. "Why Snakes and Ladders?"

Moon's green eyes sparkle as she looks at her brother. "Because I didn't think I could talk you into Candyland."

Either or both are botherable, just specify who.

OOM

[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Petrelli family...has brunch.

Hollandaise sauce > plot?]

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[teh-data-fork.livejournal.com]

Adam hasn't left Milliways since he got back yesterday evening, which is why he might be looking a bit antsy--he can leave the bar and be at work in twenty minutes if he's called in, but he still doesn't like being out-of-universe during crisis situations. He'd just been reluctant to go home, when it's technically safer here at the moment.

(Ignoring the fact that while Newark hasn't been hit by any bombs or nukes yet, he has been attacked in the Bar. His black eye is fading nicely anyway.)

So. Adam, sitting at the bar, fidgeting with his cell phone. He might flail a bit if you distract him, but it'll be good for him.

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[nita_callahan]

There's a note left with Bar, addressed to K, Moiraine, Havelock, and Jack Bauer; a similar note is waiting for Ronan, Gavroche, and Filif in their manuals. She'll tell Kit in person.

( They all read something like this: )

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Garion, lacking a bartending icon FTWince, is settled at the bar, no drinks up on the board. He's got Beldaran with him, tucked into his arm and with the other he holds onto one of the drink recipe manuals, his lips quirking back and forth in indecision. Back and forth, back and forth, and eventually he closes it before laying it on the bar counter and turning to write something.

Drink Specials To Be Announced
First four drinks ordered are on the bartender and will be the specials for the rest of Happy Hour tonight.
Chocolate Shake
Mead
Ale
XXXXXXX

There.

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[morelikeasponge.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Homecoming. Spoilers for...the episode "Homecoming."]

The door opens, and Peter staggers through, grabbing at a nearby coatrack to steady himself and tipping a few jackets onto the floor in the process. He's covered in blood, and wheezing like he just ran a marathon, but there's not a scratch visible on him.

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[shufti]

Shufti is in one corner of the bar, looking through the useful package of books Cliff left for her with a look of excitement.

Jack is sitting next to her, eating cheese sandwiches and delicately leaving the crusts.

***

Snowball is out back, rooting for worms in the ground near the forest and bringing them over to the flower beds carefully in his teeth.

Worms are good for the soil and all that.

***

Johnny Private is also out back, practicing sword drill. Slashes and dives and rolls. He's botherable, and happy for people to watch, but sneaking up on him is inadvisable if you wish to retain your limbs.

***

John Steed is in the bar, reading a copy of The Times which would appear to be from the mid-sixties. Today's paper in his terms.

He watches the people, fully up for conversation whether you've met him or not.

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[gorgonfondness]

Things have returned to whatever resembles normal around here for Mia. This means sitting at a booth with a pot of tea and two teacups, as she always welcomes company, and idly wondering what she should do next while she's Bound here.

The wonderful thing about Milliways, at the risk of making people feel somewhat nostalgic, is that Milliways has wonderful things.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in she's In a pretty good mood. No killings in her world for the past week. She to Bar and looks around for some one she knows She walks to the a table. Sitting down she puts her chin in her hand

She could use some one any one to chat with

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[will_scarlett]

Will's had a couple of strange Milliways days and is currently doing his best to work his way through the meal Bar gave him, she decided it was time for him to learn about fish and chips, he is English after all. There is grease, vinegar and a very happy looking outlaw, who has discovered the joys of fried food.

Along with trying to figure out how the quickest way to eat the fish without it falling on him and drink his ale, Will has a determined look in his eye, plans for punching Draco and understanding Kara are being plotted. So he's kind of watching the Bar as he plots and thinks with a thoughtful smile on his face.

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[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan walks in to the bar and has to grin to him self. He managed to come in this time with out waving his gun so he won't have to worry about going to what ever the bar has for People that bend the rules

He's feeling good he walks to a booth sprawling out

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[focusandcontrol.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Not Alone... Scott Summer's powers re-awaken, but not easily, and Jean is there with him. Rated LD fort Lovey-Dovey, and O for Ow!]

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

Toki's taken to the rooftop to play to the woods. Why? No real reason, of course, he just felt the need to get some fresh air.

Ironically, he was smoking while he played his guitar.

Perhaps the roof-dwellers would like to tell him to turn that noise down?

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

[ Outside, this morning: A companion piece. ]

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[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

Beverly spent the night in a guest room at Milliways last night, and is leaning towards doing the same tonight.

She doesn't want to go home until she's sure she's ready; after 1408 used her father's face against her, she doesn't want to face him again until she's sure she can do so normally.

However, she also slept through most of today with no nightmares, and woke up hungrier than she's felt in days.

Thus, she's at the bar, working her way through a cheeseburger and french fries, and looking more cheerful than she has in days, as well.

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[not_that_spike]

( House of Arch: When Tom Riddle gets that look in his eyes, you never know just what to expect. )

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There should be a stormcloud above Atton's head, but there isn't. The scowling, foot-tapping, and way he's holding a bottle (of something bright red and noxious smelling) in his hand rather tightly create much the same effect, however.

He's modifying his lightsaber, fiddling with wires and the power cell. It's sparking, somewhat ominously, as if it's on the verge of exploding. It probably is, really.

Botherable.

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*First warm day in a long time: Thom breezes in, white T-shirt, no shoes, orders champagne.

Adjusts his sunglasses.*

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[walker-cain.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Arriving home after the Hospital and their time in Milliways, Molly and Cain find lots of mail, including one rather large surprise.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

It's Friday night in Holby, which is why the sound of raucous singing can be heard from the reception of Holby City hospital. The lyrics vary from muffled to obscene.

Guppy enters, unravelling toilet paper from his body and arms. Someone thought he might look funny like that. It would appear he disagrees.

"Coffee please bar. And some idiot repellant."

He blinks in surprise as both items appear.

"I was joking about the latter, but thank you."

He sits down and has a look to see what she's given him.