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[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

Chinthliss is at a table near the front door. He's ordered Guinness, rather than anything milder.
The glass sits by his left hand, untouched. He's looking at a piece of paper on the table as if he expects it to bite him.
Eventually, he tucks it away into his coat with a wry smile, and turns his attention to the alcohol. He'll be serious later. Tonight he's not in the mood for work.

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[watchmakers_son]

[Out of Milliways: Sylar returns to the east coast. (Contains spoilers for graphic novel #20, "Road Kill," and episode 1x15, "Run!")]

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[abar-starclog.livejournal.com]

Carl was reading. But now he's doodling on the book cover. It happens a lot around here.
This book cover's not being subjected to an epic stick-figure battle. Instead, the stick figures are exploring the jungle-filled interior. They might encounter a hippo, if he can just figure out how to draw one.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

[ In flat 007: This morning, an exercise in laziness, persistence, and recklessness. Warning for sexual content. ]

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

Toki was at the bar, pleading.
"But I promise, I nots a druggies. I does dems wrecks-re-ocean-ally, but dat don't means I a big druggies! Dat's Pickle!"

She hadn't even let him order beer in the last 24 hours. So naturally, the rockstar was pouting ever-so-sadly.

"I miss Skwisgaar and Pickle and Nat'an and even Murderface, can'ts I jus' goes home?" He was petting the bar, hoping that would get her to comply.
Looking at the Totally Not a Door but Most Definately a Wall, Toki heaved a sigh.

Please distract him!

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi looks rather dreadfully formal today. Really. From sensible shoes without heels to sensible heavy skirt to sensible shirt, all based on the clothing she wore when she entered Milliways the very first time but patterned in an amber brown with virtually no adornment. She's managed to wrestle her hair back into a bun that doesn't look like it was crafted by a drunken monkey. She's got her House of Farris cloak, in a richer amber brown than the other clothing, on. She polished her House ring.

She's not smiling. She's watching.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

The Dorbed people of Mongolia have kept Belar crazy busy today, which is just fine with him. It's fantastic, having a people he can actually live with again! But, you know, he's still got the Alorns too, and he's never in all his days played favorites with his mortal children. So he's in the Bar now with his ANSWERING PRAYERS - BACK IN 15 MINUTES sign doing its usual decremental dance. It's easier to concentrate here, when he's a little further away from the constant sense of his individual people all around him.

He could be interrupted, maybe. Or at least notified of someone waiting for the end of the time period. He's good.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells is still on the stiff side from yesterday's bout with Batgirl, but the way he sees it, that's all right. Bruises heal and cracked ribs knit. Experience is forever.

(It passes briefly through his mind that he can add yet another asskicker woman to his list of the people he's surrounded with. He might be Hephaestos' primary follower in modern England, but it's starting to seriously look as if Artemis is trying to get his attention. He might have to do some research.)

Anyway, he did a fair job of getting through the day at the Academy despite still having to finish healing up, so he reckons he's entitled to some time at the Bar before Annie comes in to take him back to Yorkshire for supper.

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[child-murderer.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Achilles and Petra meet* and lets just say that things are /less/ than happy.  Of course, no one got hurt but there are some ideas of harm that Achilles is tossing around.)

Achilles sits at the bar watching the differentpatrons of the bar.  Behind his serene face lays is a tangle of emotions.

Anger, hatred, revenge... And then a cold calculation that would make mind readers shiver as he methodically plans how to bring utter destruction to his enemy within reach.

Of course, normal people would not notice this well spoken young man to harbor such evil.  He would call it success, but it is of the blackest sort.

(ooc: *= I'm working on writting that OOM, but for now we'll handwave for the sake of time.)

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[not-lazy-steph.livejournal.com]

(Because the mun is having a bad day week month, you all get the bouncy pup.)

Stephanie was back, and she was baking again, or, rather, decorating, she'd come in carrying a towering, teetering, ten-tier torte which was now on the table in a booth where she could spread out the toppings and stand on the seat to use the icing gun.

Feel free to ask her what's going on, that is, if you can interrupt the incessant humming.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Laugh about it, shout about it, when you've got to choose...]

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[unwraith.livejournal.com]

Michael walks into Milliways, a rag still in his hands, wiping away grease and what might look like brightly colored paint. He's speaking over his shoulder to someone, "Tell Aliz that I..." stops, as the door shuts firmly and locks.
He's startled, but not altogether unhappy, to judge by his expression.
Then he's a bit chilly, as he was also wearing a thin white shirt that had several holes in it, and no black jacket this time. Capes and engineering tubes are a bad mix.
He heads for the Bar, first.

(slowtime warning, but tags welcome)

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[gonna_live]

[Out of Milliways:

Something's happening.]

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[undignified]

Wes is behind the Bar, being a model bartender and a perfect example of maturity to boot.

...he's written ALCOHOL on the Specials board, and is currently building a group of Oreo towers on the bartop.

(It's okay: he wiped it down, first.)

"Hmm. I need about ... twenty more, for now -- thanks."

Everyone gets an Oreo cookie with their drink, today. He's a generous soul.

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[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse is sitting at a table with her portable workstation and a book. The book is C in a Nutshell, one of those O'Reilly tutorial things. It has been heavily worked over with a pencil. Mouse is alternating between checking the book and typing on her computer. Every now and again she scoops a handful of widgets out of the bowl next to her and munches them thoughtfully.

Go ahead. Ask her what she's doing.

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

Jack is perched anxiously on a chair, rocking it back on two legs, one hand holding the edge of the table, the other fiddling awkwardly in spare fabric.

And also watching the door.

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

Spoon and the puppies enter Milliways. The puppies seem to be wide awake to the tune of joyful barking, yelping, and dancing around Spoon's feet with a frenzy of wagging tails. The dog biscuits that he's holding out for them might have something to do with it. Spoon, himself, is laughing with them.

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[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

Ilyana spent the first week or so silently furious over being Bound. She kept to herself. Companion or not, there were limits to how much she could mask emotion or repress it.
So she stayed off the radar, for the most part. Her room was insulated like a transfer room at a Householding. She made herself go downstairs every so often, but as a week lengthened into a month, she couldn't tell herself that 'everything would be fine.'
By her estimation, the child would be due in another four months. She could feel the difference. Her clothing was loose enough to conceal some things a little longer,and she hadn't put on much weight...yet. But those signs weren't necessary for her.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. Exercise, reading, art, weren't sufficient to keep her from feeling caged. She made herself take her cloak, though it was unneeded, and walked down the staircase, heading for the back door and the woods.
Safe or not, she needed out.

She stopped only long enough to leave a ( note )

for Guppy Sandhu.

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[igottawrite.livejournal.com]

[[Hey. Did you guys catch that? Two Hollywood types making a run for the door? It was a pretty undignified exit, if you want a recap.

But, Matt and Danny are back in their 'verse, albeit a few thousand miles from their home base in LA. Don't worry, though, something'll bring them back here sooner or later...]]

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[old-lizard.livejournal.com]

Chinthliss, now, had an unnerving sort of patience. It came with being required to sometimes wait as much as a hundred years for something he wanted to accomplish, or only witness.
So staying at Milliways overnight wasn't all that much of a hardship.
He's downstairs again. As he's decided that Guinness isn't to his taste, he's sticking with tea for the evening. This once, he picked a less visible location to sit. Anyone who really wants to find him will manage it, he suspects.

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[poisonwine]

There are three notes waiting at the Bar.

( One for Remy )

( One for Wolfwood )

( One for Yrael )

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

Grumpy doctor in a booth. There's a dog at his feet and a milkshake on the table in front of him. A pizza missing one slice has been pushed to the side, and he's reading a book. <i>Teach Yourself Russian</i>.

He's still facing trial if he walks out the door. And the door is there. Taunting him. Of course, he needs someone to take care of his dog while he's gone.

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

"Oh wow, that was a fabulous triple axle, Legion. Look at the crowd go wild. It's not every day you see Hitler out in top form."

"We agree completely, Beelzebub, look how he stuck that landing. We are all of one mind regarding this matter: That was absolutely spectacular. We hope Minos took note of his form when judgment comes. He's one hell of a figure skater, if you pardon the pun."

---We interrupt this programming to bring you this late-breaking announcement: Rance has posted an open entrance to one of his pups in-bar. Details at 11.

11: A rather pretty young woman is sitting at the bar with a glass of wine and a book, wearing an attractively-cut dark silk dress. She has a dry, dusty book.

Come say hi to her. She's not as nice as she looks, but... hey.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace's hands hurt.

Amongst other things.

Granted, she wasn't the happiest of pyros before she did the things that made her hands hurt (among other things), but it certainly isn't easing her feelings of malcontent any.

Grumpy kitty, on the couch, reading.

'The Devil Wears Prada', if you were curious at all.

Magic isn't happy either. She's sprawled on the floor as close as she can to the couch, looking terribly cross.

It just hasn't been a good time for our dynamic duo.

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[1st_starfighter]

Alex was sitting out back on a little hillock, staring out over the lake and just kind of vegging out. He chuckled, still thinking it was a weird word. He smiled, while watching waves, wind blown, move across the lake in interesting patterns.

He has had a slow set of days, working for Helva on some and reading and practicing in the Simulator room on others.

All in all, it is a thoughtful, and somewhat quiet Alex who watches the lake tonight.

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[young_tmriddle]

Tom walks in, a sheaves of parchment in hand. He acquires his scotch and finds a table. Pulling an inkwell and quill out of his pocket, he begins shifting through the parchment, making notes as he goes.

He might look busy, but really, he's just doing a bit of translation. Medieval French. It's fun!

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver is in the bar tonight. This is interesting because of the manner in which he is sitting -- namely, on a table, surrounded by small pots of partly-blooming Easter lilies -- fortunately not one of the plants he will eventually start bitching about being allergic to when Spring progresses more. He's even got one particularly large blossom stuck in a buttonhole of his coat. A sign on the table reads:

Flowers FREE for Easter.
Human not for sale or rent.

Yes, Easter is three days away. Hence, live flowers in pots of dirt not yet fully blooming.

Come say hello and grab some plants.

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[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Collision: Before saving a cheerleader meant saving the world, Mohinder needs to take a break]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has emerged from the infirmary for food. Pizza to be precise, with three cheese and mushroom topping.

He's willing to share, it's a big pizza.

***

Johnny Private is in one corner of the bar, also stuffing his face with food. But more because he hasn't eaten properly in weeks. Things aren't looking terribly good in Borogravia right now, plus his proximity to the border is making him edgy in anticipation.

Plus he's running out of money and isn't able to go home and top up.

The sandwich is quickly devoured, after which Johnny gets up and starts scouting the nearby tables for more food.

***

John Steed is by the fire, reading a book on dream interpretation. He's not met many people yet and will be glad to converse with familiar or new faces.

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[gabriel_tam]

It's been a long day. A very, very long day, one that had started before dawn with an apologetic call from his aide, informing him that the major media outlets in the Core would soon be running a breaking news story about a small band of ex-Browncoats who'd just been bound by law for their 'criminal activities,' and did he wish to make a statement about how this would affect the Interplanetary Infrastructure and Guardianship Act, if this was representative of the quality of the Independents that Senator Tam was proposing the Alliance place its renewed trust in?

(About the only thing that could have made it worse would have been if those of Serenity had been among the group arrested. It wasn't so, and Gabriel's grateful for it.)

He'd glibly spun something about how the actions of a few shouldn't be considered representative of the character of the whole, but it had left him with a pounding headache and a wish for peace and quiet. Unfortunately, both have been significantly lacking of late, in the increasingly acrimonious environment of Parliament. So far, he's been holding his own quite well, and his own interpersonal networks remain strong, and the message clear-- but there's no question that the strain's beginning to take a toll.

It's two months to the vote, and Gabriel's already exhausted. He looks it, too, he knows, and that's why he's decided to take an hour's break. When he opens the door to Milliways tonight, he gives the merest glance around the room before heading for a booth-- where he leans back against the seat, yet another cup of coffee at hand, and closes his eyes, just for a moment.

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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

Telemain is burried in a book written in bloody latin which is just giving him a headache because he's in a horrible mood. But then, he has been, for the last few... weeks? Since that conversation and his given understanding of the Cruciatus curse.

Who wouldn't get in a bad mood over learning about that? And with no information about him in his world.

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[watching_you]

Veronica sits at the bar itself, gently sipping some green tea. She looks tired, drawn.

But she's out in public, for the first time in a while. So maybe that's a start.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Perhaps the best word to describe Mary Lennox tonight is 'smug.' Smugness is practically radiating out of her. She sits on her chair smugly, she drinks her milkshake smugly, and she flips through her book on exotic plants virtuously and smugly as she compares the pictures to the small pile of plants on the table next to the book.

Wouldn't you be smug, after all, if you'd completed a successful raid on the room of an evil fairy, freed his prisoner, confiscated his blatantly suspicious magical plants, trashed his stuff, and gotten away scot-free?

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

Bond did not have a good morning today. You know how that song about the man behind blue eyes goes. This explains Bond's sour mood as he approaches the bar for a glass of sweet, sweet alcohol and something to munch on. Curiously, Bond receives something extra with his glass of bourbon and bowl of fruit.

Something extra being a James Bond action figure that theoretically looks like him.

For facial reaction, see icon.

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[lady_moon]

Moon is in the bar because Ruin was at the castle.

It was a childish game of hide-and-seek they were playing, but Moon was content to put off the confrontation as long as possible. The less yelling and power struggling there was, the better off everyone else was.

She's seated on a table again, cards and crystals spread out in a circle around her. Moon might be gleaning some kind of cosmic knowledge, or she might have forgotten what she intended to do with the mess.

However, the card is in a pretty sparkly mood.

Scratch that.

She's in an incrediably, frighteningly sparkly mood, as evidenced by her face-splitting grin as she giggles to the cards and stones.

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[cynicalsmoker.livejournal.com]

I walk in from god knows where and sit in the darkest booth I can find, my sunglasses still on even though it's dark out. I pull my crumpled pack of cigarettes from my coat and stare at the pack. For some reason it takes me several minutes to realize I only have two cigarettes left and I pull one out and light it and blow smoke angrily (why am I angry?) at the empty seat across from me and I think about what Lauren would look like if all her hair fell out and if Sean would still think she's pretty.

I'm suddenly thirsty and order a Heineken and stare at it for a long time before finally taking a sip and even though I really don't want it I keep drinking it anyway.