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[just-a-job.livejournal.com]

Jim had meant to go to the break room, so it's still kind of a shock to end up here again. Not so much that he's still just wide-eyed and staring, but enough so that he stop for a few long moments, looking around curiously in a way he really hadn't gotten the chance to before.

He still almost jumps back when a waitrat passes by.

But really? Sushi is sounding better than that ham-and-cheese sandwich that's waiting for him in the refrigerator. So, while definitely giving it a perplexed look, he walks up to the Bar, and orders some unagi sushi, eyes going a little wide when the food suddenly appears.

... but he has to admit, it's definitely better than any he's found around Scranton.

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[iambetadraconis]

"Pacifist" and "Death Eater" are two terms that normally do not find themselves in the same sentence, except perhaps to serve to illustrate an example of opposites.

This rule does not apply to Rabastan Lestrange, who has been avoiding the bar because of the scrum earlier tonight, but now that things are [hopefully] quieting down he can make his descent.

And move over to where he's not likely to run into someone's fist—by accident or otherwise.

And order up his habitual large meal.

If you're not involved in the above-mentioned brouhaha then he'll probably welcome you over.

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[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Revan is back again this morning for breakfast and this time he is carrying two packages wrapped in brown paper that he places upon Bar's counter. "Can you give these to Kira Isek if she comes in?" he asks and the packages – it was just two little somethings that he saw in the local general store – disappear. "Thanks, Bar."

That done, Revan orders breakfast – eggs and sausage and pancakes and toast and milk – even though this would be his second breakfast of the morning and he settles down to eat. He'll be around for a little longer today, but he'll eventually have to get back to repairing farming equipment.

Off-duty, out of sorts

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Millitimed to after the bar brawl and then caring for the wounded in the infirmary, both still in progress. This is going to go into instant slowtime, I'm afraid, but anyone who wants to can tag, and I'll respond when I can.]

Zhaan has spent the last several arns running back and forth, diagnosing and treating injuries, mixing medicines and dealing with the psychic noise from the minds and bodies of many wounded people in the same room. Even with her shield up, she couldn't block everything out. Especially since touching people caused her to take their pain and see their injuries as if she were inside them, part of them - whether she wanted that or not. It was useful in some ways, but...not pleasant.

The cumulative effect of all this has left her feeling sore all over, like she's been beaten from head to toe. She's also wondering if she ought to resume her lessons with Rachel. Or if that will even help.

Weary too the roots but knowing that her mind is to unsettled to let her sleep, Zhaan has ensconced herself in the booth by the infirmary door, alternately surveying the green goo-spattered wreckage of the bar and staring off into space when she gets lost in thought. There's a pot of tea at her elbow which is now two-thirds full, and a cooling cup in her hands that is about half full. At the moment, it seems, that cup is just something to hold, more than something to drink from.

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[futures_of_ash]

[Millitimed to last evening, pre-brawl]

Rachel slipped down the stairs, feet never touching the age worn wood as she did so. She was too distracted to walk, flame never leaving her hair and eyes. She breathed as if she'd been running...and yet, it was only the Door affecting her so. The call, the voices of screaming and pain...

They'd grown louder, echoing through Bar and out across her lake. This Door was not going to leave, fade away...no, it would only grow. Even now she could feel it wrapping threads of Need through her heart and soul until they pulled like chains.

There was no hope for it. Bar gave her pen and paper without needing to be asked as the Security member wrapped her legs around the barstool like it was the only thing anchoring her very existence. There were only three notes to write really.

( One to her Family )

~ ~ ~

( One to her friends )

~ ~ ~

( And one for Michael )

She never signed her notes, just burned the small Phoenix symbol into the bottom of each. Then she carefully laid her Security badge atop the small pile and sighed. She couldn't be security when she didn't know how long she'd be gone...hopefully Archie would offer it back to her when...

...if...

...she came back.

That done she squared her shoulders and walked calmly towards the Door, giving into the pull of realities.

(no subject)

[hero_farmboy]

Thanksgiving is fast approaching and Martha Kent has decided that they should host a dinner for their friends. This doesn't please Clark. He'd rather it just be the two of them - a nice quiet holiday, the first one without his Dad. But like he'll say no to his mother.

What this really means is that as man of the house (farm, whatever), Clark is going to have to take over his father's Thanksgiving duties. Which includes a speech before dinner. Clark hates giving speeches.

This is perhaps why he's currently sitting on a couch, frowning at a notebook and tapping a pen on a blank page. Something will come to him. Eventually.

(no subject)

[twistedhealer.livejournal.com]

The tall woman stands at the Window, watching. It is a pleasure, after all, and so few are open to her. She has a cup of coffee in her hand, and a serene expression on her face. Things are moving, if not moving in the direction she most wants.

(no subject)

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Knox learns about his new charges]

(no subject)

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

There was a rockstar over by the observation window, his amp was on, but turned down to an almost tolerable level today, brow furrowed as he played, working through his entire repitoire apparently, one into the next.

Fastest guitarist in the world folks. They had a contest and everything. Feel free to gawk, tell him to turn it down, whatever.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[OOM: Scenes From The Road. A government agent pursuing the National Paranormal Activity Survey belatedly crosses paths with Walter Peck.]

Ray comes in from New York in his civvies. For once, both the Green Lantern T-shirt and the rest of him're slime-free. Clearly this calls for some kind of celebration; he stops at the Bar and gets himself a Third Rail before settling down at a table with a good view of the Window. Sometimes he just likes to watch things go boom, you know?

(no subject)

[will_scarlett]

After the brawl, Will stayed in the infirmary trying to help and stay out of the way.

Late in the night, he finally came back into the Bar, where he talked with Rabastan before hiding in his room, worn out from the fight and the hives and worried about the note from Rachel.

Now he's by the lake with his shirt and boots off and getting ready to go for a swim, maybe the cold water will help with the itching.

(no subject)

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was going to stop by the infirmary later to see how Luz was doing. In the meantime, he was out back. Keeping on the ground, and walking, going over some odd run-ins in his head. The one common element with both? Fire. Why did it always have to come back to fire? And connections? He wanted to think there were none, and yet he kept getting slapped in the face with more and more connections.

Even that D word's cropping up more and more. What is it again? Destiny?

(no subject)

[sizzuhs.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I'm hideing this one due to E for Emo and the beginning of a hinted to canon addiction]

( By the lake )

Anyone is welcome to come check on the medic.

(no subject)

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Before the fire is spread a collection of puppies, rounded and small. The woman who calls herself Susan is settled in the midst of them, running fingers over this one, and then that, as she checks each to be certain that it does not need to be attended to. The long-legged dog Ash is curled up against the woman's back, and snoring quietly.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Two CSIs are sitting at a table.

One CSI is bouncing his son on his knee.

The other CSI is a bit distracted.

"What's on your mind, Sara?"

".....well....."

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

As beautiful as it is outside again today, when Sarah came into the bar sometime shortly after dinner she opted to stay indoors to enjoy the warmth of the fire (one thing James' flat is sorely lacking).

She's sprawled over the couch, reading her book quietly. Company, however, is always welcome.

(no subject)

[gavemea_45]

[OOM: In Chicago, the Winchesters find themselves in the middle of a situation that turns out to be a hell of a lot more than any of them bargained for.]


[Warning for violence.]

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

Tom sits at a table slightly out of the way this evening. He's looking, well, a little pensive.

It's been a long, strange week, what with the Legilimency incident with Deitmar and the duel out back with Sylar.

(no subject)

[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally is planning a wedding tonight as she walks back into Milliways. Ladden down with lists and books, she squeeks pleasantly when she finds herself in a different yet familiar place.

She takes a seat at a table and sets out all of her things carefully.

(no subject)

[soulburden.livejournal.com]

Renfield likes quiet. Research is important. Henry David Thoreau claimed that fools make and follow rules.

Renfield is squinting at some scrolls, his croissant and tea left to their own devices.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Here's someone who hasn't had an entrance post in a while.

Kim expected to open her front door after a long day and head to the kitchen for a late dinner.

Instead, she's in Milliways.

At least there's food here and she doesn't have to cook it either.

She orders a spinach salad and takes a seat at a table with a view of the front door.

She's not hoping to see anyone in particular, really.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

The doctor is in

Poke gently for service


Guppy stayed up most of the night either dealing with brawl victims or waiting in case any more turned up. As such there is an addition to his sign as he dozes on the sofa behind his table.

Woke up with a bruise the size of a tennis ball? Realised you don't have all the limbs you had yesterday? He'll help you, but unless you were an innocent bystander, don't count on a lot of sympathy. Being forced to hide under tables for half an hour to escape the riot does that to a man.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: July 15, 2012.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned...
--"The Second Coming", W.B. Yeats

Warnings for violence and disturbing content.]

(no subject)

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

Someone is outside the bar.  Someone is outside the bar, in the woods, watching everything around him with great alarm and caution.  He can hear strange sounds from inside tonight.  He's not sure they're good sounds.

Someone is breathing, softtly, and you can hear it from farther away than you would if it were a normal child, between the trees.  It's a difficult sound to place.  Off, somehow.

Shadow

[hunter-legend.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: “The shadow of victory is disillusion.”]

John Winchester has seen a hell of a lot of things in his life, a hell of a lot of things. He's seen the things that crawl just beneath most people's perceptions, the nightmares and the beast and the monsters and the demons. He's seen people, ordinary folks, mothers and daughters and brothers and friends and he's seen them twisted by evil, dead and alive both.

He's never seen a bar pop up out of nowhere when he knows, knows there ought to be nothing more than an empty alley with his truck in it. That said, while he's fought most of the rest of the fantastic things, he ain't fighting this.

Dean under one arm, Sam under the other, and he's not sure if he's carrying or being carried, cursing himself blue without a word to show on the outside for the lot of this mess. He never should have gone to that hotel room, never should have let himself see them, never should have--

No. They're alive and they're around to fight another day and the game's still on, so he hasn't quite screwed the pooch yet. Now, though... now he's looking at Sam first, then Dean, demanding an answer to where exactly they are.

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Atton and HK begin to understand each other.]

(no subject)

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells hasn't been on vacation, exactly. The full moon was a little too recent for him to get any more days off from the school. On the other hand, nobody's minded him going home at night, however he manages it- and it's just been him and Annie for a few nights.

He's in a really good mood when he comes into the bar this time.

Sprite-y Sword Practice

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

From what she's been hearing since she came in, Mouse apparently missed a real good dust-up the other night. Kind of a pity: ever since Ray Tracer got sent out to do some recon on Daemon's forces, she's been restless. A fight would've helped her shake the jaggies out. Well, it might've gotten her in the cells too, and then gotten Dot on her case. So maybe it's just as well that she didn't throw a few punches after all.

At least she can do sword forms outside. And enjoy the moon and stars, things they don't have back in Mainframe. Mouse glides easily across the grass, cutting down imaginary enemies.

She seems to be pretty good at it too. If you tell her so, she will thank you for the compliment and tell you she's even better at cutting down real enemies.

(no subject)

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She walks to the bar taking a booth then orders a coke.. then some Onion rings her eyes go wide at the pile of rings.. She looks around for some one to share with.

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOM: Millitimed vaguely to not so very long ago, Amy stops by the House of Arch with news for Ingress. Also featuring blocks and tea. The way these things do.]

OOM: July 15, 2012

[agirllost]

[OOM: July 15 - Here comes the sun ]

Warnings for violence and angst.

(no subject)

[taishar_malkier]

The lakeshore is wide and flat, firm now with spring grass. The sky is beginning to purple with dusk, and the moon hangs in a faint sliver on the horizon, but there's still plenty of light to see by.

Lan is some distance from the main bar, practicing sword forms. Move flows smoothly into move; he's been at this for some time, and he'll be at it a while longer.

Nynaeve has found a spot of ground to the side and out of the way; she has a book, but it's being neglected entirely in favor of watching her husband at work.