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[gothymcgoth.livejournal.com]

((OOM:Molly Gets Outted

Someone might notice that the front door has been standing open for a little bit, revealing a cute little house, white picket fence, etc. They might even notice when the door gets slammed shut.

But what is most likely noticed is when the door is opened again, and a lovely bicolor haired girl stands framed in the doorway. "Inside? Well, very well Mother, Inside I go." Which is what she does, storming through into Milliways again. She's so upset, she doesn't even bother closing the door behind her.

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[steelartisan]

Brooding is, perhaps, the term for what Piotr is doing this evening, although he would deny it. (To be proper X-Man brooding, it needs to be on a roof. Possibly in a thunderstorm. Even though Piotr does not go up on the roof very much; if nothing else, if he went metal he might break through it.)

But he has a sketchpad and pencils, and he is drawing. Most of them are not coming out quite as he wants them to, but he keeps sketching. A few of them come close to satisfying him, anyway.

He's not likely to want to talk about his friends' and his world's troubles, but he'd probably welcome a distraction.

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

Tommy's curled up in one of the chairs near the fireplace. She has a latte in one hand and a pencil in the other, and seems to be doodling in a sketchbook of some sort. Distraction and company of any sort would likely be welcome; she looks a bit bored.

Have at.


[OOC: I'd like to get poor Tommy swapped back tomorrow, so if anyone has an f-t-m pup other than me (because my pups do not snog each other), please let me know. Likewise if you need an f-t-m pup for swappage. AIM is idigpaleontology.]

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[fryertuck]

"Attention, any guys here who used to be gals!" yells the 15-year-old girl standing on the Bar. "I am in the same minty-fresh boat as you, and I am rather desperately in need of kissing!"

Any takers?

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[silentson.livejournal.com]

"No worry guys, I got this!" A rough, gravelly voice is heard saying on the other side of  the door. It is shortly followed by one ugly creature coming through the door, trying to close it gently behind him. This thing that now stalks into Milliways is a horrid, macabre rendition of a human being, grey skin, red eyes, bulging muscles, clothing in tatters.

As this creature realizes where it has ended up, its eyes widen in shock. For, despite the ugly shell, underneath all this is Jericho, our friendly body hopping mute hero. It's just there was this battle, Match here needed controlling, Joe took the body, it's this whole thing. "Oh, no, no, not now, not like this!"

He turns to the door-  and keeps turning, scanning the wall worriedly. It was right here, wasn't it? "Oh-" He searches around for an appropriate word. "-Pooh." Not exactly what one would expect to come from the mouth of this thing.

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[anythingbutblue]

(Not waking up alone is something Faye decides she can definitely live with.)

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[skyhighlucy.livejournal.com]

The rafters are a convenient and popular place for people who can get up there and who are inclined to do so. They offer a viewpoint of the bar, and for those who like it, a modicum of privacy thanks to their shadowy aspect and the fact that people rarely look up.

Karolina is currently taking advantage of the first one. It's hard to hide in shadows when you're glowing like a human-sized lightbulb, and it's probably a far thing to expect that people wouldn't look up at the rainbow trails of light that wave into the air from her arms, bare feet and her hair, which waves up and back from her hair under no detectable breeze.

The teenager doesn't care, though. She's just watching.

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Captain Kirk enters from the Enterprise. For a second, the gentle roar of the ship's warp engines rumble across the threshhold before the door closes. The captain takes a seat at a table, and flags down a waitrat. On the menu? A coffee and a bearclaw.

All the while, Jim never takes his eyes off his datapad. There's just too much information to process in one day, and Jim is glad to have an extra two hours of Bar time to catch up on his reading.

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[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

(OOM: It is once again proven that Wedge really isn't much of a diplomat, mostly because he has a history with the opposing negotiator.
Back at the hospital, visiting hours are not enforced.)

(Scenes and dialogue adapted from Star Wars: X-wing: Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair)

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

It's been something of a long few days. Annie Wells slips quietly into the Bar, glad of what refuge even a place as mad as this can provide, and gets a bowl of pea soup to take back to her seat by the fire. She spots the sign about the mints in the process and does her best not to swear; that's going to make testing her recipes harder than it has to be...

Ah, well. One does what one can.

For now, she just wants some sort of lunch, and possibly someone to talk with. She'll be going home later to get ready for all the hell that's about to break loose.

This ain't no couch-fort...

[whatsshakinpox]

There are sandbags on the Bar.  As in...they're piled onto the actual Bar to make sort of a perimeter.  The reason for this is not clear, except that the bar obviously provided sandbags for the assembly of this high wall.  Some muttering can be heard from within the fort, meaning that it IS, in fact, occupied.

Bother?

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

When Sarah Jane stumbles into Milliways, she's still wearing the cowgirl outfit from earlier in the day. Her cheeks are dusty and tear stained and her clothing streaked with mud and dirt. It takes Sarah a good moment to realize where she is, that she finally did make it back despite the Doctor's insistence that she take a nap.

It's too far to make it upstairs to her flat with the way her ankle hurts. So instead, she limps over towards the sofa by the fireplace, collapsing on the floor seconds later. The tears don't come this time, but Sarah still buries her face in her hands after pulling her knees up to her chest. Maybe if she becomes as small as possible, no one will notice her here.

[ooc: mun has to run for errands but promises to tag all tags when she gets back. back! ♥]

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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

Simon Skinner is many things today, including a woman. He is also unhappy at himself for taking that mint. Really, he should've known better. At least those nasty little offenders have been replaced by a note detailing the cure, so he is now noting an ingenious little sign taped to his clothes saying: 'GENDER SWAPPED. MUST BE CURED.'

Help a brother out?

[ the person who's helping a brother out has already been decided, but do feel free to tag simone simon ]

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi has a citrus drink, a book, and her feet dangling over the edge of her chair. Her left foot, of course, goes jingle every thirty seconds, but she even does the ankle shake when she's not wearing the anklet.

She's got her Security badge on, even if she is a counselor rather than a regular security person. After all, someone might just have a question, or want to talk to someone semi-official.

Suz will never be able to think of herself as an official anything except channel. Not that Milliways has, er, any renSime.

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[twostandingby]

[OOM: One group of Rogues takes to the trees, while Wedge Antilles cools his heels on the ground. But the situation only gets weirder from here.

Adapted from Dark Horse Comics' Rogue Squadron: The Phantom Affair.]

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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

She had, with a bit of help, worked out what the sign on the bar said.

And, with a little more help, had written one of her own, it was currently propped up on her table, it said:

If you wants to have a makeouts with a famous rockstar, apply here.

Skwisgaar's handwriting, apparently, was better than his speech patterns, more legible anyway.

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[heads-you-live.livejournal.com]

Domino had seen the sign, and as such knew that he had a promise to fulfil.

All he needed now was the person he'd made the promise too, he knew she'd be around, sooner or later, so was content to bide his time with dinner.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Life is complicated. And learning what people think about you when they don't know you're listening strangely makes it worse. Millitimed to... er... sometime before last night, ish.]

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[blueeyedjohnny.livejournal.com]

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Johnny, still very much female, has managed to read her way through the notice and is busy concocting one of her own.

Had a recant sex change of thee minty sort?

Need a snog?

I am your man woman!

Free kises!

She puts it on the table next to the baby moniter.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is flopped on a sofa, snoring slightly with a book on his chest and a cold cup of tea.

But unawares to him, he is being watched...

...aaand pounce! One black cat, a large black cat, landing on his stomach. He yells and jumps up, the book flying off his chest. The cat jumps on his head, getting his claws tangled in his hair. The book knocks over a cold cup of tea and begins to absorb it.

Guppy tries to grab the book, causing the cat to slide forward.

"OW! OW! Scampi, stop wriggling that really hurts! Sit still!"

He tries to shift the book out of the puddle with his foot, whilst trying to untangle the cat from his hair with both hands.

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[notboundnow.livejournal.com]

Well, the shock's worn off, but the weird center of gravity hasn't. And did we mention that hips are profoundly difficult to get used to when you've been comfortable in the male form for however many thousands of years?

If you're going to recognize the woman smoking at the Bar tonight, then, it's probably because she seems to be swimming in someone else's leather jacket.

On the other hand, maybe you won't. Either way, it's a gamble whether Prometheus will come clean to you or not.

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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

An old man (and isn't that the truth) shuffles into the bar, head lowered.

He makes his way to a table, sets his lantern on it, and slips awkwardly into a seat. Then pulls out a deck of tarot cards.

Things back home, they're changing.

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[first-sixth.livejournal.com]

There's a tall, pretty woman sitting at one of the tables, with a sign propped up in front of her:




The utterly mortified expression on Tommy's face, plus the handwriting discrepencies between verse and credit, strongly suggest that someone else took the initiative to write the sign out for her.

That someone is so going to pay for this later, but for now, the sign speaks the truth. Tommy really, really wants her boy parts back now, plz.

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[gavemea_45]

Dean's occupied with two girls at the bar, and from the way it's looking, Sam's pretty sure it'll be morning before his brother gets back to the motel. But upon overhearing the story Dean's spinning, Sam can't help but laugh.

"Man, a reality TV scout? What're you gonna think of next?"

Shaking his head, he packs up John's journal and his own notes and takes off. But when he opens the door to their room and finds Milliways on the other side instead, Sam shrugs and walks in.

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[shufti]

Shufti is out back, practicing unarmed combat.

Jack gets to join in too, though not with the actual fighting. Every so often she calls out "Duck Jack!" and he crouches down with her until she says "Up we go".

It probably wouldn't be much use if they actually got into difficulties, but the toddler seems to enjoy joining in, so it's all good.

***

Wellington Womble has been testing his door-opening device, and has decided it needs some more paper mache.

He's modifying his prototype behind one of the sofas.

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[hippodamio]

If the arm-load of leather and bronze he carries is aught to go by, Hektor had no expectations of the Bar this even. He looks around him and sighs. "So much," he mutters, "for the armory. Well, no harm done, I suppose. . . Lady, my apologies, I will make the offering another time. For now may I have some oil and a cloth? I had meant to leave this for the servants."

Upon receiving his request, he takes his corselet and helm to an open space before the fire, and begins to work.

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[iambetadraconis]

Rain yesterday. Rain the day before. And there was rain today. Still is, because a soggy man has just entered the bar and is making his way up to the bar to order some food.

He now has a plate of spaghetti bolognese.

He also has a guest in the form of Wheel, who is a small boy of the approximate age of twelve, and working on an origami smilodon.

When you get closer this is what you'll hear:

"I'll bring them to life later. I'm eating right now."



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