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[bannion_sight]

OOM:

Deep within the mountains of Fionavar, in the cursed, haunted land of Khath Meigol, a rescue mission begins. What happens, however, is unexpected.

The Last Kanior



[Warning for battle violence and disturbing/potentially-triggering images.]

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[gonna_live]

[Part one:

Field trip.

To be continued.]

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

[OOM: When Jason comes to visit Tommy after the Black Ranger wakes up from his coma, Tommy has something that he needs to get off his chest.

He doesn't feel that much better for having done so.


Effective immediately, Tommy is no longer morphed 24/7.]

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[will_scarlett]

Will and Marian danced for a while till Marian went upstairs to sleep, but Will wasn't ready to yet. A floodgate had opened inside him and the fear and guilt weigh less, but are not fully gone.

So he sits in a booth with his cloak curled around him since it smells of Sherwood and home as he watches for the door that hasn't appeared yet and drinks a hot chocolate. The memories are still on the surface, but can be looked at now with less fear that they will destroy him, he survived, now to follow the path out of the woods.

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[gonna_live]

[Part two:

The Far Field.

Warnings for violence. Also, death.]

OOMs are Srs Bsns!

[ltmuldoon.livejournal.com]

Although in this case, this one actually is.

[OOM Sometimes when you deal with different packs groups of people you have to lay down the law. A trip to Muldoon's world for Spoon results in showing A Quentin Tarantino Lookalike A troublemaker who's boss. Muldoon makes a life altering choice. all Post-Marked to Tuesday!

Watch your theaters for Grindhouse 2: "Planet of the Werewolves" and "The night my horror novels came alive!"]

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[ltmuldoon.livejournal.com]

When the bar door opens, it doesn't open to the desert.

And the man who entires isn't nearly as businesslike or gruff as he should be.
Might notice something else too. He's not wearing his mask.

He's not sick (well, with what he had) anymore.

Which is a pretty big fucking deal as far as he's concerned, but still, if he can't make it the next few days it won't be worth Shit because everything's in fuckin' high definition now and-

So he sits at a table out of the way, mouth opening and closing at the lights, the sounds, and-

His efforts are rewarded with Pasta.

Which he's now...sniffing.

Go on! Ask him what's up! Really! :D He promises not to bite

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

OOM: Also Tuesday, Spoon tells Ace what he did, gets yelled at, and all is well. No ratings needed.

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[gone_byebye]

[OOM: In Yankton Federal Prison Camp, the investigation proceeds apace.]

Ray strides through the door in what would otherwise be an eminently respectable set of civilian clothes were it not for the fact that he's still got his ecto goggles pushed up on his head. "Bar," he says, "I have had a thoroughly long day, but it's not nearly as scary as I thought it was out there. Could I have an Orange Julius the size of a Big Gulp, please?"

The Bar grants him his order, which he pays for on the spot before heading to one of the chairs over by the Window. What? He likes the view.

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[hero_farmboy]

[OOM: Acceptance is never easy, but sometimes, very necessary.

Warnings for whitetext and the emoest farm kid in the history of ever.]

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[gonna_live]

[Part three:

The end.]

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

Spoon has two puppies, a plate of biscuits, a fag, and Shakespeare. It's the Shakespeare, not the fag, that has the air around him metaphorically blue. Spoon is incapable of Shakespeare without vulgarity.

The puppies have dog biscuits, and are cheerfully cuddled up on either side of the werewolf seated in front of the fire.

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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

There was a blonde rockstar in the bar, again.

He was still sulking, though he was a little less sulky than his last visit, but only marginally.

Just at the moment he was perched in front of the window, fingers moving half-idly over the guitar strings, the amp wasn't plugged in just yet, for once he wasn't feeling like rattling people's fillings.

She's reading WHAT?

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Since there's no one currently in the infirmary who needs treatment, and there's no potions that need making, Zhaan's ensconced in the booth nearest the infirmary, reading a book. It's written in an unfamiliar script (unfamiliar, at least, if you don't know Delvian), but judging by the cross on the cover and the illustrations on some of the pages, it's a Bible. Fancy that.

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[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

After a busy morning, Sooraya comes in through the lake door. She drops wearily into a seat at the Bar, rubbing at her temples.
Bar takes her order for a serving of qabili pilau and cold tea. She takes them to a quiet corner, someplace where neither door is in her line of sight.

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[kryptonkara.livejournal.com]

Once Kara got out of the cells and only kind of bolted for the Door, she couldn't get back to the Bar for a few days. She was sort of surprised she missed it, but hey, here it is. Coolness.

First things first - she leaves a long overdue note with Bar.

( For Draco: )

After that, Kara heads outside to study for Claire's math quiz. One small, blonde, cross-legged levitating girl in an entirely seasonable crop top and shorts is hanging out by the lake as she pours over her mostly borrowed notes.

This, she reflects, would probably be easier if she'd ever taken a test she could remember before that didn't involve hitting things with cars or identifying the silhouettes of weaponry.

Distractions will bring her grade down, but she'll be grateful anyway.

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

In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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[do-you-fear-me.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Intending to catch Rabastan and bring him back home to Voldemort for punishment, Rodolphus instead runs into Asar-Suti. Rodolphus tries to Avada Kedavra the Ihlini god, and is turned into a rat as a consequence. Tower also puts in a guest appearance.

Millitimed to ... oh, I guess this past Monday I suppose...]

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Kira's in the bar, eating what looks like chocolate syrup on french loaf.

You might be mistaken however. But if you ask her about it, she will DENY EVERYTHING.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After what happened in Fionavar, Wells and Spoon went home. The next day, Wells went out for one more trip all on his own.

Back in Scotland, back where it all began, he met a face out of his past.]

Wells steps through the door of Milliways with a look of 'that's settled, then', and wipes one hand on his shirt. "Thanks for that newspaper, Bar," he says. "Came in bloody handy, it did. I don't suppose I could get some supper off you now? I've lost track of where the bloody clock is just at the moment."

Mujaddarah qualifies, so Wells thanks the Bar and gets himself a seat near the fire.

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[blackholesandrevelations]

John was bored. And sleepy. And...well, he's John Crichton.

So obviously, when John Crichton is bored, he's slightly crazier than usual. So he's drawn faces on his hands and is having them talk to each other.

In between sipping of Coke and nibbling of cookies, of course.

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[hero_farmboy]

It's quieter by the observation window. Not necessarily less crowded because frankly, this isn't an empty place on the best of nights, but quieter and right now, that'll do.

Clark hasn't been here very long. Enough time to grab a cup of coffee and find a seat, although he hasn't touched the mug since he sat down. He's also not sure how long he'll stay. It's almost like it a test, though what for he isn't really sure himself. But it might be longer than he thinks.

The stars are oddly compelling tonight.

Delicate Flowers Grand Opening Tonight

[awesome_lilly]

There's been no announcement as such about the party. Just an increasing number of tasteful fliers showing up along the walls, a full-page ad in the paper, Lilly talking about it almost as much as her recent accidental marriage-and-adoption, etc.

Tonight, however, is the actual night of the Delicate Flowers Nightclub Grand Opening. As such, any adult who gets anything from Bar will also get an invitation.

What else do you need? Come join the party!

Entrance

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth's feeling a little better. He's finally gotten some sleep, for one thing, and he's back at work, for another. Both are going a long, long way toward making him feel like himself again, and that's what counts.

He's still adjusting to Milliways, though, and could definitely use some help in that regard.

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[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Hey, Laini has actually accomplished a lot in the last couple of days. That list of hers?

One hen.
Two ducks.
Three squawking geese.
Four Limerick oysters.
Five corpulent porpoises.
Six pairs of Don Alfonso's tweezers.
Seven thousand Macedonian foot soldiers in full battle array.
Eight brass monkeys from the ancient sacred crypts of egypt. To be delivered Monday.
Nine sympathetic apathetic diabetic old men on roller skates with a marked propensity towards procrastination and sloth.
And ten spherical lyrical diabolical denizens of the deep that maul the wall and cry and call and all run around the block together at the break of day. Check with Kay.

Is narrowing down. There still remains some work to be done on it, so before the kitsune heads out, she stops by the bar first. One bottle of absinthe to go, and one sign for the bulletin board.

Needed: Earth Domestic Poultry- one chicken, two ducks, three geese. Alive. Leave info with bar for Laini. Thank you!

Also left with Bar is a small device for ( Puck. )

Laini gives the nicest gifts, really.

Mission accomplished for the moment, she slips out with the bottle of absinthe. She has an appointment with a walrus and a carpenter.

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[hippodamio]

A small boy in a tunic and kidskin breeches slips through the door, wearing that peculiar expression seen in children who think they are looking suitably contrite when they're not. He has a wooden tablet covered in wax in one hand, and his dagger is back on his hip where it belongs. "Thank you for bringing me here, Lady," he says, bowing to the Bar with fist on brow. "Perhaps I can get this finished in peace."

There is no one taking up his usual spot by the fire, so he settles down on the floor there and begins to write the same words over and over again.

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[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

After the time of it he's had lately, Sheppard isn't quite surprised when he finds himself in Milliways instead of his quarters. But that still doesn't stop him from muttering, "Dammit." As he glances around. After a quick check to make sure that the door hasn't vanished yet again, he begins to make his way over to the bar. Maybe if he gets a drink, he'll appease the powers the be and will be able to get out without having to wait several months.

And so Sheppard can now be found sitting at the bar and drinking a beer while sending the occasional wary look towards the door.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: The state of affairs cannot go on much longer. Sooner or later, the winner takes all.]

Guppy is by the fire, watching his sandwich.

It's not doing much.

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[gabriel_tam]

In the last few weeks, he's been keeping hours that start before dawn and end deep into the darkest hours of the night. He looks it, too, enough so that a few media reporters have inquired.

When they do, Gabriel just smiles and tells them that some things are worth giving up a little sleep for.

Still, he knows he can't keep this pace up forever. He doesn't care-- it doesn't matter, as long as he can keep going long enough. Which means, of course, that he's got to find at least a little more time to rest, and soon.

With that in mind, Gabriel brings a sheaf of documents with him to Milliways, and settles at a side booth to review them. If he can get a few hours' work done here instead, then he can spend those extra hours sleeping back in New Mayfair.

Or so he hopes.

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The Loch Ness monster does exist!]

When Sarah Jane walks back into Milliways, it's with a grin on her face. After a quick scan around the bar proper for signs of anyone she knows, she makes her way over to the bar to order a cup of tea and a copy of Say True.

She'll search for her boyfriend soon enough. First, though, relaxing with a cuppa is definately in order.

Out of Milliways: Room 138

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Millitimed to Friday night, Goldy tries to drag Steph to the Brothel Party. Means of persuasion both fair and foul are employed, wrong buttons are repeatedly pushed, and an epic battle is waged against chocolate and teenaged petulance.

Somewhat predictably, the chocolate and petulance win out, though not entirely to the Fable's dissatisfaction.))

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[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Upstairs in Asar-Suti's Library, Wesley continues working on his translation of the Scrolls of Marius. Tonight, he reads about a fate he is relieved to know cannot be his own. Though that only begs the question of just who's fate it might be.]

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm comes into the bar, fresh from a run around the lake that has left him in a better mood than he’s been able to manage these past few days. His eyes are still darker than usual from lack of sleep, but he no longer looks so pale and drawn.

With a smile, Malcolm asks bar for a smoothie and takes a seat, hoping for a distraction to keep him from dwelling on what dreams the night may have in store for him. But when he sees the clock, and realizes how far the day is gone, some of the shadows return.

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

There's a Tommy in the bar again, though for the first time in a month without his uniform. Instead he's got on khaki cargo pants (with brushes sticking out of a couple of the pockets), a long-sleeved black t-shirt, his labcoat and a look of intense concentration. He's sitting at a table behind a mountain of papers, catching up on the progress that his students have made in his absence. They haven't been moving at quite the pace that he'd like, and in his opinion they are very much in need of a test on all of this, but it'd be too cruel to bring that with him on Monday, his first day back in the classroom.

He'll give them a week.

Truthfully, he's also trying to distract himself so that he doesn't think too hard. Give him a hand with that! He's got way too much that he could be focusing on, and right now obsessing over recent events is the last thing that he needs to be doing.

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[their-catherine.livejournal.com]

OOM: After an upsetting encounter with Sylar, Jordan returns home where her mother consoles her as well as she can.

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[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

There is a CSI in the house. He's bored so he decided to drop in here. Where else can you go to a bar stay as long as you like.. And still get enough sleep for work the next day.. Wait is it his day off? It could be his day off he's not sure.. He'll deal with that when he gets back home. He leans agaist the bar doing his best Cool boy pose.