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[oh-wowee.livejournal.com]

There's a musician off in one corner, with two guitars - one acoustic, one electric, the latter of which was hooked up to a miniature, self powered amplifier provided by Bar. At the current juncture, the one in his possession was the acoustic - a black, shiny beast with silver frets and mother of pearl inlay. From it, Toki wrought the light, frolicking tune of a child at play.

Toki Wartooth was trying out different sounds, and was occasionally looking over at the piano across the bar, wondering if he could bash some interesting sounds out of it - not that bashing was his style, he could play it quite well. He just was more frustrated than he let on.

So yes, one Norwegian, two guitars. Have at!

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[dardan-prince.livejournal.com]

Doing nothing is much harder work than working, thinks young Aeneas, settling in by the fire with some bread and fish and water. He had never before realized just how busy he is at home, where even when nothing directly demands his attention, there's still always something to do. Supplies to check on, guards to train with, temples to visit, and if nothing else, just talking to his father.

He would not mind company.

[tiny tag: Aeneas]

(ooc: here all day, feel free to tag anytime :) )

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[anotherlifebro.livejournal.com]

He's been here before. After. Not yet, but--

Desmond Hume's head hurts as he stumbles through the door -- stumbles because, ironically, he wasn't expecting level ground.

(The temporal displacement may also have something to do with it.)

He's in civilian clothes, train ticket in his hand, and he runs a hand through his short hair as he looks around. Oh, this gets better and better; where the hell did his future self find a bar on that boat? But no, he's himself, with the hair and the clothes and the craziest sense of deja vu.

He slides into a booth and can't manage to be any more freaked out when a rat brings him a pint of Guinness. So it goes.

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[shinigami-rem.livejournal.com]

Rem sat outside pondering. She looked sad, she felt worse.

It's not that a Shinigami can get sick or anything, but they can feel bad emotionally. She was in one of those moods where some wisdom or other might be welcome, or a smile from a little kid. She was thinking about some deep things.

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[healer-neric.livejournal.com]

Life? Is good.

At the moment, life involves Neric and Ravin curled up together on the couch by the fire, where he is enjoying a honey cake and some tea while she is reading to him about the elves in her world.

(For those sensitive to empathic projection, the feeling is one of love and contentment.)

(Two muns, two pups. Have at it.)

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[jedi-exile.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Time passes on Alderaan and the twins grow a little older with each moment and learn new things...like their first words. N'aw.]

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[srsdrinker.livejournal.com]

A familar face enters the bar. Of course, when several patrons of the bar seem to share the same facial features, this is a more common event than usual, but the point still stands. He's been here before.

At least this time, he's not in a heap of fellow countrymen and/or standing with a weapon drawn in the doorway.

Athos, this afternoon, opens the door and steps into Milliways unexpectedly. However, the bar at the end of the universe is always a welcome sight. Soon, one can find the musketeer in a booth near the bar, with a bottle of a red wine, two glasses (one being sipped from, the other awaiting a hand to hold it) and a content little smile on his face.

Life is treating him well, and he would be more than happy to share a glass with someone.

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[un_fallen]

A few weeks ago, just after his move, Raguel invited Crowley to see his patch of the California desert. They ate takeout, confessed long-held secrets, had one or two adventurous night flights, roasted marshmallows, met with near disaster and told terrible jokes. They did not paint each other's toenails, but it was a near thing.

Presenting the mun's very first multi-pup post!

[lil-green-apple.livejournal.com]

At the piano, Sam Beckett is playing one of the pieces from his appearance at Carnegie Hall. At some point, he'd been tipped off about renting rooms above the bar, and is determined to enjoy his little vacation from leaping- and his less swiss-cheesed brain- for as long as Time or Fate or Whatever will let him.

Enjoying the enchanting music from afar is Pomona. She is tucked into a corner booth with an apple pie, and would- well, she would not mind certain company, but she is not really in a position to choose.

Also tucked into a booth of his own is Luke Smith. He is accompanied by a small stack of books from the Milliways library about everything from geography in parallel universes to music theory.

All are available for company.

happy hour!

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack trots down the stairs and takes his place behind the bar.

Tonight's Specials
anything with whiskey

"What can I get you?"


[tiny tags: evan lorne]

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[evil_koala_626]

(Millitimed to April 9th)

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jailhouse rock.

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[dineinhell.livejournal.com]

300 had marched North with the guise of being bodyguards. Everyone knew quite well that the 300 men picked for the duty, all with sons bearing their name, had marched to meet the Persian threat that threatened the very freedom of the Greek Empire. Sparta would not stand for it.

They had come to a village not to long into the march where the joyful banter and talks of the killings to come had ceased to fill the air, a heavy note of what was to come taking them over. It had been burned to the ground with all its residents missing save a small boy who told them of the Immortals. The villagers had been found not to long after..it was then Leonidas vowed to put the name 'Immortal' to the test.

When he entered the bar it was dusk out- the stench of death and burning homes or stores sweeping in past him. The King has no look of apology upon his face but that of cold concentrated rage before the door clicked shut behind him. Milliways. It always came at the most interesting of times. The butt of his spear cracked against the wooden floor and he let out a held breath. A drink would do before he had to return to his men..

[tiny!tag: Leonidas]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Morning is broken]

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

Guppy is currently skimming through a book on cat breeds.

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[fiery_ring]

It's been a very busy sorting out day, but very exciting nonetheless. Carlotta suspects that this was because she wasn't one of the people being sorted out.

The important thing is that all seems to have ended well, so she has slipped away from her gossipping and excited form.

There's one more task before the end of term: pass the exams to get into the next form. And so there are quiet attempts at learning times tables going on in the corner.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[talkback.livejournal.com]

Chase is out back, digging.

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[simon_doctor]

The front door slides open, and in steps Simon Tam.

Between his studies and some recent events, it's been a while since he's checked in at the Milliways infirmary. He's decided to take a little time for that this evening.

He hasn't been in the infirmary very long -- just long enough to find and read a certain note before he comes out again, his face very serious and his eyes scanning the room intently.



[Not plotlocked, feel free to tag!]