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[ostro_goth]

Teja sits by the fireplace and softly plays some music.

He doesn't play it on a harp, for once, though -- he plays a guitar.

Yrael had explained, and Teja has practised in his room, and now he feels he's no longer too bad to practise by the fire in the bar-room itself.

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[scurlock]

[OOM: There are no details. He's not sure what's fictional and what's the truth. He wonders if that even matters, if details and information would do more harm, or if they would help, or if it's all going to end up the same way in the end. There are no details. But there is a date.]

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[greatestgenius.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The scientist is not trapped anymore, but she's just as lost. Dropped out of subspace at random, she can only rely on the kindness of strangers.

Warning for length and strange new world.]

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The moron twins have a little discussion involving Toki's childhood, and then wake up Nathan in the most unorthodox way they can without going into his room. Warning for sex, as usual.]

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[redcatalina.livejournal.com]

She did try the food. The drink. The books. The clothes.

She spent time downstairs, upstairs, and outside.

Oh, the spanish lady talked to many different people, got in trouble and out of trouble.

And now, she is checking the door again, finding it locked, kicking it, and moving to a booth. This is a new three-times-a-day ritual for Catalina, because she is really sick of Milliways; the novelty has vanished a while ago, and now the cabin fever is rising steadily.

Good thing she took to leaving her weapons in her room... you never know.

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[will_scarlett]

In the early morning, there are new notes at the Bar for Kate Bishop, Doc, Merlin, Atton, James and friends of Will Scarlett.

( Notes )

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[will_scarlett]

[OOM: We court the noose.]

At home, no one would ever see him in public like this.

[calderon-crow.livejournal.com]

That said, Tavi has learned that Milliways functions somewhat differently and, as such, he's only half awake as he saunters to the counter and orders breakfast.

Someone didn't get much sleep last night.

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Lissar is sorting through a pile of camshafts which she has on the table in front of her. She's not even trying to figure out which ones will fit her car right now, she's just trying to get them into groupings according to what engine they belong in.

This requires the use of several books, and her hands are black with grease.

((Edit-thingy: The roommate has sneakily ("Madb, take these" totally counts.) fed me NyQuil to deal with fever. Should there be long delays between tags it is purely based on having dozed off.))

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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

Some time after a young boy slipped back through the door without a word to anyone, with a pocket full of sugar cubes and a guitar pick that mysteriously existed to be passed from guitarist to guitarist in a neverending loop of time-pretzel...


Toki Wartooth, being his usual Rock God self may have been getting a little carried away over in one of the less crowded areas. There was not only his usual Flying V - currently propped in a stand, but a... grandspas guitar. It was the acoustic which was in Toki's hands just momentarily, and he was playing a tune by - not his band, but one of the bands he liked.

And he was singing.

( Puttin' that under a cut... )

The song finished and he pulled the acoustic guitar from his shoulders, set it on the stand, and proceeded to play some tunes that seemed folk in nature, though wholly modernized due to the sting of the electric in his hands. Botherable, of course.

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[agloriousthing]

Music and the sound of waves enter the Bar along with a dashing armed man who sings as he enters, he's holding a remarkably long note and laughing. He doesn't stop when he sees the Bar just finishes singing,

"Piiiirrraattte Kiiing!!"

(OOC: For those interested this is his song, when he sings, this is what you hear. Sorry for the delay.)

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[grumpyseer.livejournal.com]

[Out of Milliways: Two days later.

Dialogue lifted from Dominic Deegan Chapter 19, "Snowsong."]

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[haven-in-books.livejournal.com]

Rose has had a good week. She spoke to her father, and that,. most of all, made her feel a lot better about 
some things. 
The door hasn't reappeared yet. She shrugs, smiles, and turns away.  Lunch, and then either a trip outside or
find something to do indoors.  There's enough to stay busy with until she learns what she needs to know, or needs to do here.  

There are a couple of specific people she hopes to see, but she'll talk to anyone.

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[calledironeyes.livejournal.com]

The grimy, tall man who opens the door stops and stares in confusion. Behind him ash blows down a street blackened with the centuries of similar weather. In so much, at least, as the sullenly swirling ash can be called weather. He has sturdy clothing of no particular style on and a stern expression permanently stamped on his face.

Not-a-tag tag for ease of finding: Marsh

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: There's a lot that the New Republic has been supposing that they shouldn't have been, seeing as Grand Admiral is supposed to be a defunct title. Three months is all it takes for everything to fall apart.]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Millitimed to the other day, before Doc's birthday party, Will and Kate talk as she's finishing up some practice, and then it's dinner and a movie to relax, and make some good memories to hold against the threat of war. Warning in second link for nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more. Also some refs and spoilers to the movie, Ever After.)

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: The board is in place, the pieces are set, and the battle begins. Spoiler Warning for Marvel Civil War.)

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[will_scarlett]

[OOM: Sherwood will keep you safe.]

Will enters from the front door limping, there's a bandage around his left thigh with a small bit of blood seeping through.

His cloak is over his head as he gives a quiet smile at seeing the Bar again before slowly collapsing in a booth with his leg up.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Battle's aftermath in the Secret Avengers Headquarters leads to divisions in ranks, and discussion in shortened numbers. Spoiler warnings for Marvel Civil War)

Didn't take long for her to find the door to the Bar, after her talk with Patriot. She was still in her uniform as she entered the bar quietly, covered in shallow cuts and bruises. There was a bandage on her cheek for a deeper cut, and a bandage wrapped around her head. At least that was among the more obvious injuries. All minor mostly for physical hurts.

Emotional ones were another matter as she sought out a seat by the fire wearily.

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Money can motivate a man to do things he normally wouldn't.

...this princess had better be rich.]

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[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Back on Alderaan, things are as they've always been. Except now, despite as hard as he tries, Revan looks at everything with a much more critical eye. As though there was nothing – despite it being where his girls are – that he liked about the planet anymore. And he doesn't like or want to feel that way.

He's trying to forget it all by spending some time away from the planet and with his daughters.

So, they're in Milliways, occupying one of the many couches. Or rather, the girls are lying on the couch and Revan's kneeling beside it. He's performing an impromptu puppet show with their stuffed toys, the plot being about the adventures of one bantha's infiltration into a Sand People enclave.

Of course... the girls are too young to really understand it yet, but that doesn't stop him from getting them to smile.

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[500-year-shaman.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and outside, it's dark, and raining. The view, to those who can see through the gloom, and the veritable sheets of water, looks like a street in roughly medieval Japan.

Those with a little more history under their belt might even be able to pinpoint it as Heian-era. But only those with intimate knowledge of the location and era would be able to recognise a street in Heian-kyo.

A (relatively) tall man, made taller by the hat on his head ducks through the door, in out of the rain. In addition to the tall hat, he's wearing the distinctive - if currently somewhat damp - white robes of an onmyouji.

The door clicks shut behind him as he steps in, and he freezes.

"By all the gods and spirits... Where am I?"

((ooc: Please note - Hao is a mind-reader. Not a full-blown telepath, but he can hear thoughts. He has no control over this - i.e., he cannot choose to not read minds. He does it all the time, and if someone doesn't have some sort of mental defence of their own, he's liable to pick up what they're thinking.

If you have any questions or whatnot, please feel free to ping me on AIM at Azremodehar.

Additionally, if your pup is dead, please ping me before you tag. Please. Thank you! :D))

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[scurlock]

Doc's sitting at the bar with a glass of whiskey and a few sheets of paper, and a pen.

This would not be anything out of the ordinary, but tonight, Doc is wearing his holster and has his gun on him, which is not ordinary for him -- anymore, at least -- when he's downstairs. He's writing notes while waiting for his fellow outlaw to show up so they can leave.

A leather bag is slung over one shoulder and rests on his back, and his rifle is here -- Bar's holding onto it until it's time to leave, because having the bigger, more powerful weapon out in public isn't really a good idea.

He'll be finished with the notes by the time Billy shows up, but is botherable until he goes.


[ooc: No new threads, just an exit post with Billy, however feel free to have your pup react to the notes if you want.]

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[lovelymeatpies.livejournal.com]

Ah, London. Full of a variety of bars in which one can pass their time and lose their worries. Mrs. Lovett had had enough of local bars and really didn't desire to deal with their usual patronage. So she wound through a few extra streets and came up to a door that seemed promising.

Opening it, she stepped inside and stopped cold.

"Oh, fiddle. I forgot to take off my apron."

The clash of times and people are apparently lost on her as she weaves towards the Bar, head down, hands scrubbing at a flour stain -- one of many -- upon her apron.

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[notaprincessyet.livejournal.com]

[OOM: It's wedding day in Andalasia.]

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[mendanddefend_archive]

Guardian, at a table, with a plate of chips and a stack of video game strategy guides. He's not paying much attention to either one, though. He's just... thinking. About... stuff. And things. And more stuff.

Maybe if you tag him he'll be more articulate. Don't count on it, though.

Some people would go to the ASPCA.

[forge-fire.livejournal.com]

Some people would go to a breeder.

Some gods would go to some mythical beast and attempt to steal one of her children.

In Heph's case, he's decided to make himself a pet. That would be why the animal-less black tail is twitching and moving as he adjusts some of the workings.

He's not opposed to being bothered.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Y helo thar, bar.

Have a Miniver.

He's in tonight, sitting on the floor in front of the fire with one of Pickles' electric guitars and a mini amp and a bunch of sheet music spread out in a circle around where he's sitting. Naturally, as soon as he did this, the end of the song was claimed as a bed by a certain puggle puppy, so Miniver is focusing on just the beginning. He's got the amp valume turned down real low and is presently working on the guitar solo from Bohemian Rhapsody.

Entrance Post

[jaded-dale.livejournal.com]

The King was returning.

Allan should have been happier as he worked his way through the streets of Nottingham Town toward the Doctor's house. In fact Allan a Dale should have been beaming because from what Much said they wouldn't be outlaws anymore.

No more hiding in the woods, no more sleeping in caves... Quietly the Sherwood outlaw scoffed causing Will to glance at him with a questioning raise of a brow. Allan just shruged his shoulders. "Look- you go that way an' I'll go the other. Maybe we can spot the man 'fore Robin finds him eh?" Popping his friend on the arm Allan raised his hood taking the steps to vanish amongst the crowed.

What he wasn't expecting when he stepped through the alley archway was a bar. Looking up as he dodged barely missing a set of the Sheriff's guards he paused, staring with narrowed eyes at everything infront of him. "I'm not being funny but there's usually not a tavern in th' middle of the street unless trouble is involved."

Welcome to Milliways, Allan a Dale.

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[stay-strange.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Harth and Emily. . . 'Nuff said?]]

The Time Out Machine parks in the garage, as usual, and Harth and Emily appear up the stairs. Emily grins at Harth, and trots over to the Bar. It's coffee o'clock.

First Entrance

[romeo-and.livejournal.com]

The door is quite literally whammed open, and a soccer ball comes rocketing in, quickly followed by a player. As her cleats make contact with the wood floor as opposed to grass, Jules' eyes widen exponentially, and a short yelp leaves her mouth. She manages to avoid careening into the closest table, grabbing on to the edge to stop herself.

She's dressed in a black sports bra and white shorts with red racing stripes, short brown hair pulled back by a headband, shin guards over a pair of heavy long socks. Her eyes have left the course of the ball, and it's a matter of seconds before she whirls around to see where her door used to be.

A stretch of wall stares back at her innocently.

Her opens and closes her mouth, unable to come up with any appropriate words to describe the situation.

Because, really? This doesn't look like the stand area she'd accidentally kicked the ball into.

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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm's spent the last few days going through a thick stack of recent Daily Bugles, but it's an open question whether all that introduction to 'Earth-616' has given him the sort of background he needs to help patrons like Kate Bishop--or if it's just left him hopelessly confused.

Some Earths are definitely easier to comprehend than others.

Malcolm, at last, closes the last of the papers on his stack and orders a victory scotch.

"That Jonah Jameson must be quite a guy," he muses, with great heaps of ambiguity.

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[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

There are two people in the Bar at the moment: A Jedi Master and a Jedi Wannabe. The latter is sitting at the Bar; the former at a nearby table. And both are very much in the mood for conversation, planning, and so forth. Any takers?

initial entrance onto the premises

[is-still-alive.livejournal.com]

The front door briefly turns white, sliding to the side, revealing an alarmingly white and clean facility on the other side before a figure steps through.

She's of average height, skin oddly pale, wisps of blonde hair framing her face. The colour of her eyes is somehow hard to discern, whenever you look, they seem to be maybe a little different. There's also an odd glow about her - not the glow of an ethereal personality, but the sort of glow that usually emanates from technology.

Her expression seems to be set on a sort of, well, default. The sort of smile that tour guides always, always have on their faces - the calculating mask that hides everything underneath. It's unsettling, almost, the level of calm that she has about her. The level of pure apathy.

She doesn't move from the spot, turning her head slowly to take in her surroundings, almost as though memorizing them for future use.

"Not identified as a part of Aperture Testing Facilities," she says to herself, in an odd voice.

".. I wonder if they serve cake. Or, for that matter, they have what is needed to recreate my Spheres."

GLaDOS, homicidal supercomputer? Welcome to the bar at the end of the universe.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Settlement]

Guppy is in one corner of the bar, head face down on his arms, arms on the table.

He's just thinking.

And very much on his own.

(no subject)

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Puck and Le Chiffre go to London in the hopes of finding Jesus.

... Nonbelievers, eat your heart out?

Warning for graphicish violence, murder, and descriptions of gore.]

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

After certain adventures that do not bear going into, Puck has (mostly) washed off the blood and, having obtained a change of clothes, is settled on a couch by the fire. There he watches the various evening patrons with one eye and the end of the universe with the other, contentedly munching on paradoxes.

Company is a plus, unless you plan to ask him for an alibi.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Bet the Bar thought this guy was gone for good? Not just yet.

The Front Door swung open wildly just as Peter was talking, "All right, so drinks, we talk turkey on the franchise deal, sound like a plan?" He then paused in mid-step.
"...Holy shit, the door works again. Hey, hey guys, want to see how the old place is doing?"

"No way man, I got one look, and that's enough for a lifetime."

"And you know I can't go in, Pete. Not if my alternate self is there."

"Right, right, the entire multiverse will explode. Just do me a favor, and don't pull out the diagram again, Ray."

"I did a brief study when I ran into my other selves as well, remember?"

"Fine, Spengs, you kiddies all sit on tight, and let the big guy check out the situation. See ya later."

Peter then sprung into Milliways, "How's it going you crazy old bar, did ya miss me? Hey, what do we have over here?" Casually wandering around to see what had changed.

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[stilljustandrew]

*The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells with a thin roll of heavy paper under one arm, a few heavy books under the other, and a grimmer-than-usual look on his face.*

*He settles at the nearest table, puts down what he's carrying, and looks around for a waitrat.*

*The Council meeting's half over, and he's here for the intermission. This is is going to call for caffeine.*

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

This is Spoon. Spoon is...doing. He's definitely doing. Currently what he's doing is polishing his armor.

For the fifth time.

Today.

But he's not pacing. (Anymore.) Or snarling at people. Or chasing demon bunnies just to see them run.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray finished the last piece of construction and testing on Tyler's equipment earlier today and promptly celebrated by taking an extended nap. He's feeling much better now, though, so if anyone happens to be near the stairs, we suggest you get out of the-

screeeeeeeeTHUNK

-way. Er.

Ray likes to slide down bannisters when he's in a good mood. We do hope he didn't hit you on his way down; at least he stuck the dismount?

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[argyle_princess]

[OOM: Cocoon.]