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[theravenboy]

[Out of Milliways:

After Cordelia Vorkosigan's unexpected arrival:

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people...]

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[iambetadraconis]

No entrance post for Rabastan since Halloween.

Poor dear he was neglected in favour of a shiny robot. Two actually.

Not tonight though. Tonight he gets his very own EP that he's not sharing with the rest of his head-mates. So nyah to the bots and the fox and the cards and Mr I'm Not A Dog Though I Look Like One.

Perusing a book.

Gift Giving Made Easy Volume Three: Buying For The Person You Don't Know Much About Or See So Seldom You Don't Know What They Like.

Thinking he should just give the book as a gift instead, given how easy it's making his job. -_-

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Run, Makita. Run. The streets of Bahamut are dangerous. Hold onto live with both hands and pray that it's enough.]

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[ryoko-set-free.livejournal.com]

Ryoko's done drinking for a while. Mostly. Now she's just got an armful of somethings carefully wrapped in a blanket. She's claimed a booth and she's looking for a poet, but anyone's company is welcome.

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[diamond-badgirl.livejournal.com]

A table covered in building schematics. A notebook page full of illegible scribbling. A slowly disappearing plate of fries.

An intensely planning lady stealing a couple of extra hours of planning thanks to Milliways. Two different capers to plan is maybe too much, but this Lucy Diamond thrives on a challenge.

[ooc: Post taggable for a couple days]

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[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night by the Bar's clock. He's been in his world two days. One for a lengthy meeting with the Deep Ones, and one for digesting the implications of that meeting.

He's still not looking all that well at ease when he returns to the Bar today, but at least the urge to change his name and move to an innocuous suburb of Omaha, Nebraska's faded. Right now all he wants is a great deal of the Green Stuff to keep him company as he watches the goings-on outside the Window.

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[covenlegacy.livejournal.com]

Kahn's  busy  with what appears to be a laptop and a mug of coffee about the size of a basketball. 
Any other  drunks who approach him, happy or not, will be chased off.  Nor is he going to have any
patience with hungover patrons,  of any species.  
He's concentrating on what he remembers of a few ancient languages.  Which is easier to do than
you'd think,  with a page of it on the screen in front of him.
Poke if you want, but at your own risk. 

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[notjustnarrator.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Nick hates parties. Kick hates them more.

Rated S for Nick's Life is a Soap Opera.]

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Frozen killing fields. One of the worst things about living your life in a city torn by war is that, eventually, every place that is filled with good memories ends up being the site of a bloodbath.]

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

There's a pilot at a table, long legs stretched out and expression tired. And grumpy.

They seem to be missing an Alderaan, and hiding in the storage compartments waiting for stormtroopers to search the ship -- his ship -- his baby -- his Falcon! -- is making Han more than a little twitchy.

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[bigheadedchild.livejournal.com]

Dib has a problem.

The problem being that, outside of Milliways, all of the data he has collected on the place and the people in it (except for the few little notes he's taken by hand, and it's not like those constitute proof of any kind!) become scrambled, damaged and unreadable.

Once he's back in the bar, of course, it's all fine, but that doesn't do him any good back home.

So he can be seen, frowning over his laptop, trying to figure out what's wrong.

He's fairly certain it's somehow Zim's fault.

He'd be wrong, but that doesn't stop him from thiking so.

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[haven-in-books.livejournal.com]

Rose  asked Bar for some Muggle clothes today. She doesn't feel like wearing Hogwarts or any kind of robes.
So, today, she has on a sweater, jeans, and boots. The only 'witchy' part of it is her Ravenclaw badge, which is in her pocket.
She's outside, working on a snowman.  It's about half done.  No magic involved, not this time.  

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[dingdongdoodily.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Still in progress. Pickles does necromancy on his liver (as well as Miniver's.). Also, you know, heals his ribs. He's not fully better, but he's even more of a boozehound now. Yes, that's possible. Warning for sex, drugs, and rock & roll, as with most OOMs involving the rock gods.
And another OOM, millitimed to about 1992, in which Pickles and Tony reunite, fight, wax romantic at each other. Don't worry folks, it only lasted a week. Warning for drugs and proficiency in obscenities.]

Pickles felt oodles better today! Which is why he grabbed his crutches and made his way into the bar. "Ah, it's great to be back. Now... to get me my usual."

It was after noon! He felt that was a justifiable reason for drinking. So there's one more redhead in the bar, crutches leaned against his chair, bottle fortress in front of him. Feel free to pester, he's sure to tell you all about the scratches, bite marks, and fading bruises if given half a chance.

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[notaprincessyet.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Once upon a time... that is how the stories go, isn't it?]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the forge, wearing a leather apron instead of cloak and armour, and folding steel.

It is a very lengthy procedure, and he likes to have folded steel at hand, should anybody commission swords, daggers, throwing blades or anything of the sort.

The door is ajar, though, as anyone that has seen Teja's notice or would otherwise commission work, anyone that wants to collect a commission, or discuss the progress of one, even any random passer-by, is welcome.-



[[OOC: Forge post; open for tagging for a few days if your charrie has business or is just curious about forge-work.]]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

At the end of time, can it really be said to be New Year's Eve? Knox isn't one to ponder such things. He'll simply be content to see what goes on in the Bar and mark the passage of time with Raps.

Right now, though, Knox is relaxing with the newspapers, switching between the rather empty coverage of Harvey Dent's unseen recovery and the sport pages. Since it's late February on his world, spring training has started. The end of winter cannot be far away (he hopes).

Come say hi.

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[velocitygirl]

[OOM: Inyri's first bacta session is over, and she survived it (yay!). After she gets out and gets all the excess bacta sucked out (like...out of her ears, ew), Shalla and Wes visit.

All pain from the Christmas Party (a little recap: Inyri kissed Shalla and Wes no likey) seems to be forgotten as Inyri and Wes seem to be okay. It could be the fact she could still die bringing them together. Whatever.]

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Trains that run on time. Running as hard as you can is no guarantee that you'll make it to where you're going fast enough.]

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[abar-starclog.livejournal.com]

Carl's at a table, poking around on his laptop. He's gotten used enough to this operating system that he's trying a few simple hacks on it.
If the pleased expression on his face is any indication, it's working out well.

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[binaried.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In which Merlin attempts to have a fling and finds something a little bit more. Set the 23rd and 25th of December.
warnin: contains lots of smut of the m/m variety and lots of adorable cute dorkness (mostly on Merlin's part)]

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow Lissar takes up residence in an entirely new world. She doesn't have anything to take with her except a backpack full of clothing and seven dogs.

Although Bumblebee and Prime haven't any problems with dogs she knows that Ironhide just...doesn't get the whole pet thing. She's not sure about Ratchet. Or the humans that she'll be meeting. And her dogs are very large.

So right now she's got them out for yet another run, which will be followed by one just before bedtime, and rounded off with an early morning run, to make them tired and pliable when it is time to actually move worlds. She's also looking for things that would make decent temporary leashes, just in case.

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[forgottenfeline]

Kyo is just hanging around. He's got a pair of headphones in, and is twitching happily along with the music. He seems quite content with life.

Of course this can't be allowed to remain the case!

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[alien-bartender.livejournal.com]

The Draco Tavern tends to be as busy on New Year's Eve as a lot of regular bars: aliens, especially the chirpsithra, take a surprising interest in watching the various New Year's festivities on TV. It was even busier than usual on the New Year's Eve leading up to 2025, so I decided to slip out for a break at Milliways.

I'd brought a malfunctioning chirpsithra sparker with me and was trying to fix it with a small toolkit. In the grand scheme of things, a single sparker wouldn't cost me a lot of money to replace, but I prefer to save money where I can. And besides, fixing little things like that is kind of relaxing, or at least meditative.

Happy Hour

[hero_farmboy]

Clark was more than happy to volunteer when he heard through the grapevine that the Happy Hour shift was up for grabs tonight. It makes him feel useful and he's really not in the mood to just sit around and stare at the Observation Window. Besides, it's not like he has anything better to do at home. Or that he couldn't have still done it when he gets back.

The specials are written up neatly on the board:

Ruby Slipper
Metropolis
Apple Pie with a Crust

Obviously, someone is unaware that tonight may hold special significance for some.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

A slightly cranky pyro in the bar, at the Bar, having gotten a large mudslide and is now dispensing with said mudslide in a desultory fashion.

Ace doesn't get canines. She just doesn't. Makes life interesting, right?

And having more mudslides.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Lives well spent. Some things are well worth dying for. Freedom is one of those things.]

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[visible_sariel]

the noise that carries through Sariel's door as it swishes open to admit her is not what one normally associates with the flagship of the Federation.

Well. Make that not what one normally associates with the flagship of the Federation on any other night of the Terran year.

The short hall behind her is a study in dark blue, which effectively rules it out as being anything except somebody's quarters. From the sound of things in the next room, there's a bit of a celebration going on; laughter, conversations, glasses clinking--yes, definitely a party. It's a fair bet that no small number of junior officers are taking the evening to enjoy themselves. Terran New Year's only happens once every three hundred and sixty-five days, after all.

Sariel stands in the doorway for several seconds, looking somewhere between bemused and puzzled. "How did the bar get into Lian's bathroom? I thought it usually...?" She then realizes just what she's saying and hurries the rest of the way inside.

A short time later, she's seated at the bar with a drink in hand. It's gasp! shock! not tea tonight. It's shimmery. And it's... silver? Hey, nobody ever said celebrating New Year's meant limiting oneself to human alcohol.

she looks... happy. Ringing things in in two places almost literally at the same time might have something to do with it. Then again, it might just be the after-effects of the past two days or so manifesting.

who knows. It could also be the alcohol.

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[gavemea_45]

Dean's upstairs in their room, either sleeping or pretending to sleep.

Sam's downstairs in the bar. He's taken a corner booth, and is staring absently into space past the top of a longneck beer bottle as he broods over the situation.

John's journal is lying open and ignored on the table in front of him.

And it's been the best night of my life...

[verymodelof.livejournal.com]

Danny hits the door at a run.

He doesn't slow down until he's a good way into the Inn, and then he skids to a halt, a tiny slip of paper in his hand.

"No," he says, a little disbelieving. "No, no, no, no, no!"

Disbelief is slowly growing to horror.

Danny turns and runs back to the door, tries to yank it open, and finds it locked.

Don't mind him as he slams his head against the door in defeat. Don't mind that he possibly just gave himself a concussion. There are more important things he has to worry about right now.

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[bannion_sight]

After talking to Bran, Kim had gone straight back to Toronto and called the Ford home. She'd left a message, but still hasn't heard back.

She doesn't feel particularly like going out to any New Year's Eve parties -- not this year. Instead, Kim heads for Milliways.

Spending the end of the year at the end of the universe sounds about right to her.