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[will_scarlett]

[OOM: Will and Miniver spar and Miniver learns using a staff isn't as easy as it seems. Warning for violence in sparring.]

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[nolongerhunted]

Almost eleven months. It's what Sam had told her. It was how long she'd been dead. And when she'd said that it would eventually get to where she'd forget... he'd not had any of it. Wouldn't have any of it. So she'd just let it go. The books on demons and the like... she'd given those up. If only to satisfy herself... no, to satisfy him. One of those damn two. Because he'd been right. She didn't have to do that.

So now she was sitting curled up in a chair, mug of hot chocolate beside her on a table with a sketchpad in her lap. It wasn't anything special. All mindless stuff. But it kept her mind preoccupied. Because she really didn't feel like being in pain today. Which mean for the time being she had to forget about the night that she died. Instead she'd focus on her sketches or on the fact that she still thought she was screwing up his life by being in this place.

She really just can't get her mind off that subject. Even if he doesn't think she has.

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[dean-o-dell.livejournal.com]

He roams about outside. in the chill of the morning. It seems familiar, like somewhere he went on vacation. It's calming.

He needs the calm. Dying? Not something he likes. Being murdered as part of some strange scheme to discredit a professor? That's even worse. And being tied in the papers to that professor and your wife and the sordid affair? Lord, he deserves so much better. But anger isn't going to help, will it.

So the dean walks around the lake and tries not to think.

[ooc: Computer use sporadic at best today, due to work - sob! - and theater tickets - yay!]

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[corsec-jedi.livejournal.com]

[Corran starts over: An early career tragedy sets Corran up with a new partner. Rated V for violence, D for determination, and GHB for God Help Bossk.]

[Mun note: This would constitute the official reset for Corran Horn. From here on in, he's about 21, and has no memory of anything that has previously occurred here. He's not a member of Rogue Squadron, has no clue he has Force sensitivity--he's just following his instincts.]

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[sylvie-barker.livejournal.com]

Sylvie's been checking the door, each morning. No sign of it returning yet.
That hasn't ever kept her from occupying herself, though. She never likes being idle. Does anyone really?
So now, she's in the bar proper for a quick meal before she heads for the library, and then outside. Botherable at any point.

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[basic_powers]

Sitting on top of a pile of telephone books is a young boy, with a large amount of parts spread out carefully over the surface of the table, with plans to make some kind of arm-mounted device laid out. Since, Tyler's talk with someone yesterday made him think that he should probably still keep up with his usual schoolwork, and that includes the stuff for shopclass.

Tyler's about a third of the way through rebuilding it, but every so often, like any kid building a model plane might do.. he accidentally breaks something and wanders back up to the Bar for another spare part. After he gets this fixed and completed, he'll head outside to test it and see what needs calibrating.

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[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which two of Sooraya's friends ask questions she can't yet answer.]

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

There was a briefing last night, and today Spoon is doing a final shakedown of his gear. He's ready, he's just checking everything for the sixth time.

Or seventh. One bad operation nearly four years ago and he can't exactly reconcile himself to going out on behalf of the British government without making certain that nothing has been sabotaged again. He is not digging into the guts of his yautja gear, but the armor and weaponry that he understands? He's just...making sure.

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[alorn-bear.livejournal.com]

Belar settles himself at one of the more conspicuous tables and puts up a sign:

ANSWERING PRAYERS
BACK IN 15 MINUTES

SECURITY SHIFT BEGINS AFTER THAT

And sets the sign to glowing a faint turquoise color before settling back in his chair. He's got duties in multiple places, after all.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo has been understandably restless and depressed these past cycles. After all the action, things have settled back into sullen waiting, only this time Enzo knows there's nothing he can do to help. He knows that's not a failure on his part, it's just a specialized job that's called for now, but being able to help would help him.

He changed out of the Guardian costume. There didn't seem to be any point.

Hack and Slash have managed to track down DadNibbles, but... he's just a null. They've got him in a tank now, with toys and an energy bottle and an exercise wheel. His dad. And the worst of it is, there's no better option.

He's used to not having Dad, though. Most of all, right now, he's anxious for news of Bob. At one point he tried standing in the hall outside the Door, closing it to make time pass in the bar, then going back inside to pester Mouse and Oracle again, repeat as necessary, but Bar must've got sick of it 'cause after a while the door refused to open onto anything but the closet for the rest of the cycle.

Grounded by furniture.

Now, though, he's back, but since Mouse finally pointed out that his interrupting them is counterproductive, he's currently outside, moping in a tree.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

James has been around. He hasn't made himself visible, nor has he conversed with anyone, but he's been around. He's starting to think that he shouldn't be. He doesn't know when she'd return. He can't continue to keep his life on hold until she does--and she wouldn't approve of that, in any case. He could only hope that one day he'd walk in and see she was still alive.

So, today, he is here, at a table, but has one foot out the door.

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[hippodamio]

Hektor is prepared, this time, when the door opens from his home to the Bar. "I have had this near to hand for some time in case you called me here, Lady," he says, bowing with fist on brow. "It seemed a better gift than wine alone, and still appropriate."

He no longer needs to stand on tiptoe to place his offerings on the Bar's surface, which is just as well. A carved bull's-head rhyton is easiest balanced when one can see what one is doing. When the drinking vessel disappears Hektor smiles, and bows again. "Thank you, Lady," he says. "Now, if I may ask a favor of you. . . once, you gave me a book, so that I might learn what I needed to tame my horse Boukephalos. I had thought to ask you for another, or else for a name. The time will come when I will have need of knowing as much as I can about the ways of war, beyond only what I have learned from Father and my uncles. Will you tell me who I must meet, that I may learn as much as I can? If you cannot, then a book will do, if any have written upon the subject."

There is a long silence and stillness from the Bar, but in the end a slender grey volume materializes. Hektor bows deeply once more. "Thank you, Lady," he says. "There will be better offerings in it for you next time, if this goes well."

The adolescent then retreats to a convenient table so that he can look over his newly acquired reading.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver is down in the bar today. He's curled up in one of the big chairs in front of the fireplace. Anyone watching might note that he is sitting very, very still. More so than usual. He's not even fidgeting. His right hand is wrapped up rather messily in white cloth. The other hand is holding a glass of whiskey. He moves only to sip it occasionally, and otherwise just stares into the fire blankly.

Don't poke him. But saying hello would be a welcome distraction from the dark bruises hidden under his clothing.

Note to self: Challenging one's fighting instructor just because you've come across a good metaphor is not a great idea.

Yeah, he got pwned.

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[ohholyknight.livejournal.com]

Time in Milliways, it's well known, can be very odd. It's been four days in Millitime since Molly Carpenter came storming in from an argument with her mother about Milliways, but only a couple of minutes on the other side of the door.

Michael's only just reached it (he had to go and fetch Amoracchius, just in case) and found the not entirely unexpected sight of a bar on the other side. He looks more worried than surprised, all things considered.

"Molly? Where are you?"

[[ooc: entirely unplotlocked]]

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[red-cg-insanity.livejournal.com]

Hex sat at a table in the bar, an energy shake at her elbow.

She looked pensive.

She was thinking about something that was begining to worry her. She could not put her finger on it though.

Her face changed from pensive, to angry.  All  fangs and rage.  Her moods continued to  spiral  out of control. 

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[wizard_howell]

[ OOM: It's not easy being Royal Wizard, but sometimes, it has its moments. ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

The package Guppy received yesterday, and that he eventually opened, turned out to be some sort of lamp.

He's currently reading the instructions, smiling slightly as he realises why he's got it.

The doctor is in

Multi-pup post

[young_womble]

Wellington Womble is sitting in a gap between the backs of two booths.

Now and again he scurries out to retrieve discarded crisps from under one of the tables.

***

Shufti and Jack are in a booth near the trilobite tank. She is practicing reading and writing, he is playing with a cardboard box under the table.

***

John Steed is at the bar, having a brandy.

***

Snowball is outside, working in one of the larger flower beds.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

It's time.

Wells has his armour on, painted in greys and blacks as per night camo, and he's carrying several tube-guns with yellow muzzles. He takes up the seat nearest the door and waits; he's not going to face the horrors back home alone, not today.

[Not plot-locked, but Wells is only leaving the Bar with certain people tonight.]

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[badinlatin]

[OOM: On a completely different kind of ship, Mal and Tonks converse.]

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[bothan-rebel.livejournal.com]

Asyr has developed an exercise regiment--or rather re-adopted an old exercise regimen--while she's been stuck in the bar. It keeps her from going stir crazy.

Which may explain why a slightly-winded Bothan is making her way in from the back door, snagging a glass of water from Bar before settling down in a booth.

Now--what to do with the rest of her evening?

She could always jot down more notes on her data pad, or go over what she suspects her next mission will be.

But she's done that a thousand times already.

Maybe people-watching is a better plan.

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[kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com]

A few days ago, Inari had quietly left the bar without saying goodbye to anyone. She knew she would be back but when was the key. It had been 221 BC when she first found herself in Milliways. Not it was 1468 AD and in the middle of a civil war. War had, sadly, become a word she knew very well.

Stepping into the bar again the white samurai armored kitsune blinks her to bright eyes behind the fox-like helmet she wears. Her katana rested lightly in her left hand with the blade draging across the ground as she moved almost hesitant into the bar. She was tired and the arrow sticking out of her right shoulder wasn't helping matters any either along with the other various cuts about her person.

Behind in from the door left open wafts in the smell of burning wood and the cries of wounded people. Partly her people and the other half not. Those that weren't had destroyed her shrine that she shared with two other kami. She was not a happy person.

Anyone is welcome to close the door or question her.