Obligatory Entrance Post!

[andy-cartwright.livejournal.com]

( oom: Very little work gets done when the Andies are about, but the mention of alcohol usually brightens their day. )

The dash to the local pub had been a wet one, and even with the aid of using leather jackets as rain shields, the weather had significantly dampened the two Andies. Andy Cartwright's spirit was anything but dampened though, as the door swung open, shaking himself dry with the thoughts of a lazy night of beer drinking and rumour spreading was high up on his list of priorities.

The backdrop was a quiet and wet English village, the sort with expected church fetes, accented farmers, local knowledge, caring community and the more than occasional psycho. Exactly the sort of place that would never welcome a modern bar of Milliways proportion into their streets. The local may have been under new management, but this new design for it was just over the top.

No prizes for guessing that the sight of the place is more than a little surprising for Sandford's two Detectives, then.

( ooc: Two pups, two muns and a f*ck load of a cutlery and a generic first entry! )

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[steelartisan]

Milliways is a safe haven. (Relatively speaking.) And there are many ways in which that's very, very welcome for Piotr.

But the thing is, his world isn't safe, and it isn't a haven, and it's still his world. His friends are there, and so are their enemies.

(But if I possess such power as you say, he asked Charles Xavier once, so many years ago, does it not belong to the state?

Power such as yours belongs to the world, Peter, the Professor answered him, to be used for the good of all.

A lot's changed since then. But that still matters.)

He's been thinking that it's time to go back. Just for a few days. To see what's been happening, and what's needed.

So Piotr is sitting at a table with coffee, keeping an eye out for Logan.

[OOC: Not at all plot-locked, but mun is on the tired side, so please ping Zebosity before tagging? Thanks!]

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[dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Miniver and Pickles move into a room and also get really gooshy. Rated E for the sound the muns made approx. every third word. Sex happens, so watch out.)

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[synapse-circuit.livejournal.com]

Security member in the bar.

J.C.'s got the morning duty shift today. He's a late-night person by habit so he and morning hours don't get along comfortably, unless you count those between one and three AM, which he tends to meet coming in.

In spite of that, he still appears to be (and is) quite alert. He's sitting at one end of the Bar, where he has a commanding view of most of the room. There's a badge pinned to his coat and a mug of coffee in his hands.

Botherable, although he'll still be keeping one eye on his surroundings while he's talking to you.

[OOC: Warning for sporadic slowtimes throughout the day.]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

It's late November in Gotham. The air has turned crisp, everyone is eating turkey sandwiches, and the Christmas displays at Shreck's Department Store are as garish and tacky as ever. And yet Knox isn't in a Christmas mood. Bar time, he's beginning to think, is more real to him of late. Which he doesn't mind at all since he had a much better Christmas here than at home. Still, he has to go gift shopping soon. And knows that the first snows of the season are coming.

So he is quite happily taking a walk in the relative warmth of the woods, even leaving his coat behind. Come say hi.

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[oneman_onevote]

[OOM: In which Havelock Vetinari does his job.

Or.... somebody's job, anyhow.]

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[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sometimes thinking in familiar places helps.

And at other times, it doesn't. After a quick trip back indoors for food (glass of lemonade and a cucumber sandwich), Sarah's found herself outside again. While she's not sitting beside the TARDIS this time, she has it in view. As beautiful as the lake is against the changing colours of the trees, she hasn't been able to take her eyes off of the police box.

She's still lost in thought as she wraps her blazer tighter around her body. It's the one James got her for her birthday, one she rather adores. Despite her appetite, the cucumber sandwich is only partially eaten. The lemonade glass is still more than half full. She'll finish her meal. Eventually.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Taking the god's advice, Wells begins his journey out of Arcadia. It's a long one.

And it gets a hell of a lot longer thanks to a mistake he makes on the road to Delphi.]

Annie doesn't bother to check the notice board this morning. Security will find her soon enough, if there's been any change. She just fetches a piece of paper from the Bar and heads to the back door. Harry's continued absence is no reason to fail in her responsibilities, really. The sign she tacks up reads:

ATTENTION MILLIWAYS PATRONS

Tonight, September 26th, is the night of the full moon. Several Milliways patrons are werewolves, and use the woods outside as hunting grounds and sanctuary during that time. We strongly suggest, for your sake and theirs, that you remain indoors after moonrise.

Thank you.

She'll tack it up again tomorrow, but right now all she wants is some tea and a place to sit. And better news, of course, but she can go looking for that later if no one brings her any.

Oh- she's also got a couple of fruit tarts on a tray. Last night was mostly spent in baking to distract her from full moon being so close. They're harmless, we promise.

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[stbethadettes]

(They may not have long to enjoy it, but Beth and Spike agree that they could get used to being back.)

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[dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com]

 One guitar? Check.
One pack of cigarettes? Check
Fourteen (bazillion) bottles of booze? Check.
One ENTIRELY smug rock star? Check.

There's a young Pickles on a couch, looking wholly satisfied. Come say hi.

I can has music! Is not so good, aktually...

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

YT's sitting on one of the armchairs by the fireplace - that's right, sitting, not "draped across" or "flopped on" or anything like that. She's sitting because she's trying to play an acoustic guitar, and she's not nearly good enough to just chill and casually strum it and have something resembling music come out.

In fact, she's not much good at all. She's hunched over the guitar in a way that suggests extreme frustration, reading notes off a page in a music book that she's propped up with an empty mug and a couple of paperweights. The piece on the page is simple, but when she tries to play it she keeps screwing up on something or other - hence the halting, strummed notes, discordant noises, and muttered curses.

At least she's not producing a racket.

Life Support

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Chairs are set in a circle, and nearby tables stocked with the usual Free Stuff -- coffee, tea, snacky stuff. The sign for Life Support is up. Guppy is here in some Guppy-manner we're sure his mun will get around to describing. Miniver also is here, looking typically rumpled and sporting a rather interesting mark on his neck.

Let the meeting begin!


[ooc: As usual, Life Support will be taking new threads through Thursday and slowtiming as long as necessary to allow for muns in all timezones to have their pups in. Don't worry about tagging in "late". Tag to Miniver or Guppy or just pop in and someone will get to you. And thread-hop people! Is a circle!! ^_^

To any new muns who haven't seen this before: Welcome to Life Support! Drop in and have your pup bitch about canon, backstory, bar plot, doom, or just come chat. All are welcome.]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

To Spoon's credit, Ace is looking a lot less harried and fretful these days. She won't be relaxed until Wells is home, but that's a given.

She can be confused though.

Like by an unexpected invitation.

Ace is at the Bar, blinking at a small sheet of paper in utter surprise.

Multi-pup Madness!

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is back in the bar, obviously recovering from the adventure into modern fashion and cuisine that he'd indulged in last visit. This time he's dressed in classical garb, an off-white tunic knotted off with a simple, leather belt and hanging down to just above his knees. All in all, it's a very simple outfit, standing in stark contrast to someone as...well, visually stunning as the young immortal. 

He's sipping wine and pretending to read a copy of the Iliad, at the moment - really, he's just looking over it to people watch and occasionally scanning for references to himself. To be honest, he's not a very convincing fake reader.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Across the bar, Momiji Sohma is being considerably more sociable - or trying to be, at least. He's sitting at a booth in his schoolgirl outfit with a checkers board set out before him, ready to play. There's a bright, hopeful smile on his face and a small, makeshift sign made out of notebook paper covered in marker notes and doodles.

It says, verbatim:

"Wanna play? =D"

((Tag either or, if you can manage it, both! Fun, please. ^^))

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

After Life Support -- rather a long while after -- Miniver is hanging around the bar, with coffee, humming cheerfully to himself. Something terribly Irish.

Still got that mark on his neck, making NO effort at all to cover it up.

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[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

John hadn't been in. Was busy checking up on Franklin... that is, Rev. Purdy back home after his ordeal.

So he missed out about odd disappearances. He glanced at the notice board with a curious eye, and even briefly touched it.

Nothing. Hmm...

He headed over to the Bar to ask some dinner and a drink.

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[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Somewhere in the Caribbean, Mr. Mercer makes his report.

Later, on deck, Norrington and Governor Swann talk.]

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[shadowsfound.livejournal.com]

Kevin's downstairs, an hour or two before sunset. He reads the sign on the lakeside door and smiles tightly.
He finishes his Pepsi and glances around, thinking.

Not exactly news, though he's glad someone thought to offer a warning.
He has business out there, however, so he gets his jacket and a bag of overnight gear, and walks out the door. He pauses only long enough to leave a note for Sooraya, simply telling her to come find him as soon as she's able.

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[gonna_live]

Getting shot was bad enough; the recovery might just be worse. Can't sleep, can't use your left hand and arm hardly at all, can't do much of anything -- and what you can do is limited, considering you can't move much and your arm's in a sling all the time.

So when Kaylee comes through the front door, she makes a beeline for the bar, because strawberry lemonade while sitting out on the swing and taking in the evening (and getting some quiet) sounds like the best idea ever --

Only the notice board catches her eye.

One look at the lake door -- but then she frowns, and shakes her head.

The frown doesn't go anywhere as she lets out a disgruntled gorramit and heads for a booth instead.

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[notashortbean.livejournal.com]

Ed is sitting outside, on a piece of grass that's at a decent distance from both the lake and the door. He's surrounded by various metal pieces of things - sockets, screws, gears, all this and more.

He seems to be putting something together, but the identity of it isn't quite obvious, yet. He keeps taking stuff apart before finishing it, so all he's really accomplishing is grease spread all over his clothes, work-gloves, and a bit on his face. Some even manages to get in his hair, despite the fact he's got a bandanna on to keep it out of his face.

Either he's plotting something out, or he's just... really, really bored. Or maybe it's a way to work off stress.

Care to find out?

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[gotapenny.livejournal.com]

So Easy Company is still somewhere in Holland..where? not even George Luz is to sure anymore because at the rate they are moving then retreating then moving again, everything gets turned around. When the door opens the dirty looking radioman with his radio straped to his back is in the process of taking a big spoonful of SoS into his mouth from his mess kit. He stares a moment or two at Milliways since it had been more than a few weeks since last seeing the place.

"Well I'll be damned.." Luz says with the biggest of grins across his face. "Thought I'd never see this place again."

Late Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy and Mike are both behind the bar tonight, attempting to set up shop for Happy Hour. Progress is slow however, thanks to the (very small) steps they've been taking along the road to fitness. Their movements are a little more tentative than usual and there's a lot of wincing and grimacing going on. It's quite pitiful really, and probably one reason why they're sharing this shift.

"Y'know... we could just kidnap the weak or infirm applicants," Indy grumbles as he massages a thigh.

"That's a great idea. If it's one thing everyone loves, it's when people with full use of their bits prey upon those that don't," quips Mike with the only comedy weapon he has left: sarcasm.

Indy's reserves of retaliatory snark were depleted halfway through the second circuit of the lake today. All he can muster is a vaguely disparaging look. "It was just an idea— hey, what's this?" His attention is grabbed by a couple of steaming mugs and a tube of something that have just materialized on the counter.

"Your idea," Mike adds before slumping over Bar's top in a giant ninja-ex-turtle-shaped heap.
"ooof. bar says it's to make us feel better."

A napkin appears next to the mugs. In neat flowing script the following message takes shape:

Drink one and rub on the other.
Which one is up to you. :-)

Indy looks pretty skeptical. "That's sweet of her." His expression doesn't lighten any when he reads the label on the tube. "Tiger Balm? Sounds like some kinda sex lube you and Mel would use." He ignores that item for now and takes a big gulp from one of the mugs. "Mmm... drink's not bad though... for something that tastes dangerously like tea."

"Tiger balm! Score! I used to love this stuff as a kid." What Mike means by that is he used to eat the stuff as a kid. He reaches for the tube and unscrews the cap. Happily he takes a great big whiff. "The burning lets you know it's working."

"Then I'm definitely not using it, Indy decides. After another swig from his mug, the gallant explorer is feeling revitalized enough to serve some drinks. Someone's gotta, after all, and it doesn't look it's gonna be his still-flopped room-mate. He moves to his end of the bar and prepares to open Happy Hour."

Mike blinks. They must be making Tiger Balm stronger than they used to, because he thought he just heard Indy give needless exposition. Carefully he puts the cap back on the Tiger Balm, and picks up the tea. "Ooooh, chai!" He downs a sizable first gulp, and then nurses the rest.

"Indy rolls his eyes at his friend and makes the announcement to get things underway: Two 'tenders with serious muscle fatigue. No waiting... or at least, not much. What'll it be, folks?"

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[sed-en-ta-ry.livejournal.com]

A certain vampirate, and perhaps the only one in the bar, had been allowed to go home a while ago, though her exit was a quiet, unremarkable one.

She was back now however, and wearing winter clothes, so it may have been some time since her last visit.

For the curious, 'winter clothes' of a vampirate from the year 2455 consists of a long (read ankle-length) skirt, long sleeved tunic-style top and a scarf long enough to wrap both around her head and around her neck with some left over. Clearly she was also dressed up in this outfit, blinking when she found the Bar instead of the dining hall.

She checked to make sure the door wasn't going to vanish if she closed it, and smiled, weaving her way through the crowd to perch at one of the smaller tables. She'd order dinner shortly.

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[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny walks in to the bar. Using the door she's always used. She walks to the booth she normally goes to sitting down. She looks at a waitrat then decides not to order yet just looking at her hands as she thinks. She lays her wand on the table running her hands though her hair. She leans back in the seat just thinking.

Buggable.