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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

[ In Sandford: After this, Skinner releases some frustrations. Warning for violence. ]

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[will_scarlett]

[OOM: Asking for advice about women is never easy, asking Robin Hood for that advice is even harder.]

(OOC: Now I flee for travel, will be back and posting on September 1st or 2nd)

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Yesterday's eyepatch headache put Wells in almost as bad of a mood as the days just before full moon do, which was all right for making lesson time more formidable for the girls, but did not endear him in the slightest to his wife. Some fairly awful threats got issued, which resulted in the use of the microwave and a somewhat insomniac night on the couch. One would think after a night of that sort that Wells would be completely intolerable, but one would be wrong. He wound up digging through some old boxes that Spoon moved out of the attic when he was making the space habitable, and he's got the fruits of that labour with him now- a rather colourful game board, some dice, and a fistful of playing pieces.

"Oi!" he calls out when he comes in. "Anybody here but me ever played Uckers?"

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[immortalthief]

Amanda has been studying her alphabet hard but it's that time of day again when she needs to go out for her swim lesson. She only has the one suit/bikini so she wears that everyday. It never occurs to her to need more then one or two outfits. What is the purpose?

So once again Amanad is out by the lake waiting for Ben. Though today she has decided to be bold and wade into the shallow part of the lake by herself.

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[hippodamio]

He is not so small as he used to be, so hanging on the top rail of the fence no longer works as once it did; but there are times when Hektor finds himself called to Milliways and does not much want to stay indoors, just as there have always been. And the fence is still there, so one may find him in a place he knows quite well: standing outside at the paddock-fence, watching the various patrons' horses in silence, comparing them to the ones he knows.

For all that he is watching the horses, other companionship would not be amiss.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

This morning, Transport Workers Union Local 45, representing the rank and file of Gotham City's subway and bus workers, decided to express its displeasure with not having a contract for 19 months by calling a one day strike. The city's roads, already likely to give drivers heaadaches, were giving them ful fledged strokes. And Alex Knox spent the day just trying to go from his apaprtment to the office and back.

He's now in the Bar, working on his next column. He wants to be sympathetic to the workers - he's been in the Newspaper Guild since he was 17 - but it's hard after the brutal commute to find any kinds words. In the end, he figures he'll probably just blame the whole thing on the State Transit Board and write about how sad the subways have become.

So he makes notes and thinks, and nurses a very welcome beer.

[ooc: mun now going to run errands - slowtime por favor?]

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[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and a short, lean, rather messy-haired man in a blindingly orange jumpsuit saunters in, whistling.

(It's the fight song for his beloved Dreadnaughts)

Or, at least, he was whistling, until he realizes this is not his temporary quarters on Mrlsst, this is...

A tapcafe?

Wedge Antilles - snubfighter pilot, squadron leader, and sometime negotiator with very confused officials - is a very, very confused man right now.

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[slasherofprices.livejournal.com]

It's been a crazy few days for Simon Skinner: first a student dies, then the student's father dies. Class is going to be insane when it assembles next, won't it? Luckily he has another job, his favorite job, to hide from all that. It's from this job that he enters Milliways, looking, if one squints, like he doesn't want to be here. But Skinner is good at keeping up appearances. To the unobservant, his expression is neutral. He spends a short period of time at the bar, then relocates himself to a table somewhere closer to quiet.

[ ooc: warning for imminent acts of slowtime! ]

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[dinozordalapink.livejournal.com]

The Door opens, spits Kimberly into the bar, and closes. The woman is wet from head to toe, and a little muddy around the feet. She gets up, grumbling, and asks one of the server rats for a towel. Once obtaining the towel, she does her best to dry off and seat herself down in front of the fireplace.

She's had a rough day. Maybe someone can lift her spirits?

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[whattattoos.livejournal.com]

[OOM: On Corellia, one of the Antilles brats gets ready to protect her father. Weird, how it always used to be the other way around.]

Myri gives her hair one more look, then opens the door, hoping to grab the last few items she needs from around the house.



So ... when did her house turn into a bar? She really can't have her house be a bar when she needs to be getting ready so she can make sure her father doesn't die. It's really, really not one of the optimal things right now.

"Um ... Mom? Uncle Corran?"

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

Kira's in the Bar, staring at a datapad that's on the floor with a forlorn expression.

Or rather, she thinks she's staring at where the datapad should be...she can't quite see it over the expanse of her belly.

She can't exactly bend down to get it. She's rather distraught!




But not really. Because it's just the news.

Botherable.

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[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

Allana is in the bar.

In fact, she's on the floor, surrounded by dollies and little animals.

Playing quite happily.

And she's quite botherable.

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[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Only a few more weeks and Revan is going to be a father. And he doesn't even know how to change a diaper yet.

So, he was intending to sit down and merely read about how from one of the many baby books in existence, but Bar has other plans for him it seems. Because as soon as he sits down at the counter and orders a book, she gifts him instead with a doll and a pile of diapers for a more hands-on experience.



He simply looks mortified at this.

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[undignified]

Wes Janson is once again in charge of a large quantity of alcohol. Please, don't panic.

He's gone the lazy route this week. The Specials board reads:

WHISKEY

Wes himself is standing behind the Bar, hair still tinted slightly green and red from some angles. (He doubts this will ever come out properly, and is rather wary of what his superiors will say when he goes home.)

He's here for all your alcoholic needs. Ask him how!

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

Ace is the pyromaniac, not Spoon. She's the one with a true love-affair with fire, flame, all of those things. Spoon? He just likes it a lot. Ace will probably forgive him for starting a fire without her, so long as he takes very good notes on what the various things he's adding to it do, and bring more so that she can play too.

Which is to say that Spoon has a box of powders from the bar and is making the fire change interesting colours as he tosses hands full of the various things into the flames.

It's very pretty.

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[mogget_cat]

((OOM: Axel and Yrael, finding the Scottish summer not warm enough, go visiting the Serengeti, where there is childishness, lionly running and lounging in the African summer sunshine, some Heartless-ness, and an Ostrich, which turns out to be tasty. After all these exploits and more, the two of them completely fail to save Simba's pride.)

Dual EP!

[killitwithfire]

There is a mildly singed couch by the fire. It is a noble couch, and very comfy. At least, that is the opinion of its current occupants, one fiery Nobody and one not'cat.

There is tea, and there are books (Mary would be very proud of Axel, to see his reading material), and there is, perhaps, a hint of minimalism.

((ooc: Two pups, two muns. Tag away!

eta: And the Axelmun crashes!))

Multi-Pup Post

[priestoftravel.livejournal.com]

There's a priest innabar.

And apparently, he hasn't given up his usual routine, since he's sitting at a table with a sign:

Salvation
Just a Portable Confessional Away!


Nicholas lights up a smoke, kicks up his feet to rest on the corner of the table, and stares off into oblivion. The church-shaped box rests in the center of the table, just waiting to be put over someone's head.

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There is also a redheaded Rock God in the bar, drinking all the liquor Bar can give him. 
Pickles is sitting at a booth, reading a musty, oversized,  black leather-bound book. His hair, for once, is in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his pierced brows are furrowed in concentration.  Judging from the ashtray, he's also been chainsmoking.

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[mitt-mittson.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Wherein Mitt isn't taken very seriously)

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[explorertruman.livejournal.com]

Hitchhiking cures many ills. Including love in idleness apparently. Well, or at least, he got somewhat drunk on a planet, and that seemed to fix things. He might have also conducted a wedding or a wake. Or both, he couldn't completely remember.

But he was now back in Milliways again, catching up with some new entries in the Guide. He was sitting over at his favorite chair. Right by the Observation Window.

Millitimed to Monday 6th August...

[necessary_child]

[OOM: Lucifer is falling down. Warnings for pain. And whitetext.]

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[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

So, enters Darren Nichols. And he's himself. Grinning, a little tired, carrying a pile of papers and costume designs and everything.

He claims the nearest booth, and sits down to pour himself into his work.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Guppy, helped by Atton, takes the stand. He doesn't have to work too hard]

A very relieved doctor is in the bar.

He finishes writing a note and takes it over to the bar.

( Sam Linnfer and Belladonna )

He settles back near the infirmary, with a cup of tea.

The doctor is in

Entrance. Literally, it's an entrance!

[smart-house.livejournal.com]

The lights are on, but nobody's home.

Not yet, anyway -- Doctor Fargo has yet to find a suitable resident for his latest project, finally coming to fruition after months of research and programming.

"S.A.R.A.H., door," Doctor Fargo asked calmly to nobody in particular in the empty living room. Perhaps he was speaking to the stern angular sofas.

"You're leaving, Doctor Fargo?"

"Only until tomorrow. Good night, S.A.R.A.H." The door whooshed shut, airtight.

"Good night, Doctor Fargo."

Her timing was still off.

Now, with the door whooshing open again, and SARAH's external sensors not yet operational, she can't see whether Doctor Fargo's back or not.

But her internal clock doesn't say it's tomorrow yet.

[ooc: Please please please check out the the backroom post. Also, handy link to layout here. ETA: Now in slowtime.]

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[twostandingby]

"Yeah," Tycho Celchu's saying over his shoulder. "Yeah, I got it. Fuel 'em up, have the mechanics check the fuel line on Five's bird, tell W--"

He steps through the door, and stutter-steps to a halt in the threshhold, coming up short comically quick. He's short and in his mid-twenties, with blond hair, blue eyes, and an impressive array of bruises across an ordinarily handsome face, including a very purple black eye.

"Wuh," he says helplessly, his mouth not quite getting around the name ('Wes') he'd been about to say. "Wuh."

He swallows, and he looks from side to side.

No, this definitely is not the hangar bay.

[OOC: Tycho is now set several years before when he was last here, and he won't remember Milliways. If you have questions, pingable at bohemian inuit.]

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[bev-marsh.livejournal.com]

School starts again next week, which will make hanging out in the bar late at night...well, not impossible, but maybe not so smart.

So she's taking advantage of it while she can, seated at the bar with a milkshake.

Bartending

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

Bartending's rather simple tonight. A simple happy hour for a simple man.

Ale and mead half off. All drinks using them half off as well.

And the bartender himself is settled behind the counter.

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[bothan-rebel.livejournal.com]

If there is one thing that can be a pain in the ass, it's showering when you are entirely covered in fur.

Asyr has two words for anyone that suggests a a shower to her from here on out (instead of a 'fresher, of course).

Never. Again.

But she's finally dry and non-puffy, which might explain why she's settled downstairs with a glass of Bothawui's finest and her datapad.

She may as well keep up with her paperwork while she's stuck here, after all. It'll save time when she gets home.

She can hope.

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[nita_callahan]

Having to work on top of getting ready for high school is annoying.

And it's doubly annoying when that work is an extremely delicate negotiation of land rights between trees in Central Park that was supposed to be settled months ago, and is being complicated by the sidewalks.

And it makes getting away from it all an extremely attractive, but not very practical, prospect.

So when Nita comes in tonight, she first heads for the Bar and leaves a ( note for Rand al'Thor )

That done, she orders a mug of tea and leans back against the Bar with a sigh.

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[necessary_child]

[OOM: Learning the score. Er, more warnings for fairly non-explicit painstuffs.]

There's shouting, and gunfire, but the young man who half-runs, half-staggers through the door isn't making any sound at all.

Sam's shirtless, and barefoot, and there are vivid purple bruises at his wrists and ankles, and a small network of cuts to his arms and torso, combined with an awful lot of needle marks on the inside of both forearms, several of which are bleeding freely. His black hair is as wild as his eyes, and he's even paler than usual.

One moment he's upright, and grinning manically, and one moment he's not. It is, at least, a very quiet sort of ragdoll crumpling that he does.

The Friendly Neighbourhood Lucifer is back in the bar, folks. Although he's not currently feeling very sociable.

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[an_evening_star]

[OOM: In which spells are broken, baths are taken, and the merry travel down the path of Awkward continues.]

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[matrelli.livejournal.com]

[On a five-year anniversary, Angela Petrelli makes a late night of it.

It's not intentional.]