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[always-okay.livejournal.com]

OOM: Millitimed to ages ago--

X5-494 served a week in the cells for drugging and kidnapping X-23.

Prisoners in the cells are subject to their visitors. That's all part of the fun.

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[norobinsparkles.livejournal.com]

Robin is still enjoying her vacation in Argentina. She's met up with an interesting guy named Gael who's been teaching her how to live.

She likes the things that Gael has been teaching her.

However, she also still likes her beer. So she thinks about going to Milliways, opens her closet door, and is pleasantly surprised to find herself in the bar.

She orders a beer and takes a seat.



[tiny tag: robin scherbatsky, barney stinson]

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[falconryu.livejournal.com]

Morning.

Ryu is practicing by the lake, as he did many times before.

Tai Chi. It is very relaxing.

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[killitwithfire]

The morning finds Axel outside. Recent events have made him more wary than he usually is, but for the moment, the only concession to that wariness is the hood pulled up over his head. Even that probably won't last once the sun is higher.

For now though, he just sits on a rock, and watches the light play on the water.

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

The long hot summer of 1991 just got hotter in Gotham. The headlines on Knox's papers tell the tale: "DA FIELDS MURDERED!" "TWO-FACE DENT KILLS SUCCESSOR!" "TWO-FACED VENGEANCE?" Knox studied the papers between sips of his iced coffee and wonders if there's anything else to write about in his column. And wonders just what's going to come next.

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[not-toothfairy.livejournal.com]

Ironhide generally spends a good part of his Milliways time at target practice, and today is no different. Once the interdict on 'bot form while outdoors gets lifted he'll be shooting at home again, but for now he's got a rock formation and a couple of preprogrammed drones that're learning the hard way exactly what you can do with a plasma assault cannon and the desire to really, really ruin somebody's day.

He could be interrupted, but please don't do it from the front. Slagging other Bar patrons isn't on his agenda.

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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon hasn't located the library yet, but the Bar did give him a book on the life and work of Benjamin Franklin when he asked for reading material last night. It reminded him of a project he undertook back in college. This morning, he's decided to replicate it here.

No, there will be no kites involved. And no turkeys. However, the animatrons (he's not going to believe they're actual rats until he picks one up and pokes it, which isn't going to happen, because that would be rude) are somewhat baffled by his request. Generally patrons don't ask for twelve wineglasses and two pitchers of water...

Gordon will remember to ask for breakfast eventually. For now he's busy arranging the glasses in a four-by-three grid and filling them with varying amounts of water, an expression of concentration on his face. Eventually he runs a finger around each of the glasses' rims, listens to the resultant sound, and adjusts the level of water a bit for each.

There... may be some peculiar music in the Bar fairly shortly. (Oh, and icon to the contrary, he's wearing the clothing Bar gave him. The MIT shirt's off to the laundry; Bar issued him a charcoal grey T-shirt with the Lambda Team logo on it in orange instead.)



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Rem the Shinigami, Sir Nicholas Fury]

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Another day and Kate's still recovering in the infirmary with Will, but likely be up for visitors. There'll be a note at the Bar for anyone interested.)

Happy Hour!

[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack, it must be said, enjoys commemorating things that happen to him in his Happy Hour specials.

Tonight's Specials
All Night Long
Long Summer Night
Rainy Night

"Welcome to Happy Hour! What can I get you?"

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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

This here is a post wherein Lissar is gathering strippers for Ace's party.

Sometime later, in this same post, she's going to grab the women who are invited. And women-shaped beings.

The party-post is still open. If you are invited, think you should be invited, or just have a good story to tell Lissar to get invited...tag in. Here and/or there.

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[nita_callahan]

There comes a fateful moment in many a young person's life when they have to come terms with a basic truth:

If they're going to go to college, they're going to have to apply.

As junior year draws to a close, Nita is facing that very moment -- although it might be more accurate to say that the realization has been creeping up on her all year as the number of solicitous letters from colleges has increased. And now, after a cheerful "This would be a good weekend to start working on college applications" from her father, she's actually facing the pile of letters. She's taken over a corner booth for the purpose.

East coast schools are ranged along the right side of the table -- a pile of letters from the SUNY system, NYU, Columbia, Barnard, U Penn, Harvard -- and west coast ones are on the left -- U Washington, Willamette, another stack of the U of California schools. Two lonely letters, from Northwestern and U Chicago respectively, are at the top of the table. In the clear space in the center are a sheet of grayish, translucent plastic, and a many-faceted mauve crystal the size of a fist.

Having gotten everything spread out . . . Nita's just going to stare in blank horror for a few minutes, thanks.


[tinytag: Jerry Lukacs]

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[fiery_ring]

The object of a haircut is usually to make hair look more tidy.

Despite protests that cutting six inches off her hair would make it explode, Grandma was insistant that it needed doing. Carlotta cannot help but be mildly amused that her hair is now sticking out almost afro-style, too short to stay in a ponytail.

She's currently sitting in the rafters, a little pensive. She's found out a lot about the future of her world over the last few weeks, and was somewhat disturbed to find that her way of life will be virtually gone in fifty years. That her grandchildren will grow up in this world she keeps hearing about, where they will probably never even see a circus, personal honour is forgotton and children hit their parents... lots of weird information that she doesn't really understand.

Pensive 1940s fourteen-year-old up near the ceiling, have at.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]

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[ardens-guard.livejournal.com]

For perhaps the first time ever, Julian is glad to see the bar when he walks in today. Anyone watching may see the smallest sigh of relief from him but they'd have to look closely, due to the fact that he's clad head to foot in his white armour. There's a sword at his wasit and a bow on his back, even a smear of mud across his cheek that he doesn't seem to have noticed. All he cares about right now is a drink, which is why anyone wanting to talk to him will find him sitting right at the bar and making no moves towards leaving.


[Tiny!tag: Bleys of Amber]

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[shufti]

Shufti is just over half way through pregnancy, and her peanut butter cravings have started to ease off.

Backache isn't fun, but a new form of entertainment has begun, which she and Jack can both join in with. It involves a corner of the bar and a cassette tape player (easier for little fingers).

Jack gets to pick the music, then put the tape player on mummy's bump so that baby can hear, and then he and the baby inside get to dance. Well, there's limited space for dancing in the womb, but there's definitely something going on in there.

Shufti lies on her back and grins at the toddler, who is subjecting his unborn sibling to the seventh rendition of 'Here we go round the mulberry bush'.

[tinytags: Jack Manackle, ? Manackle-Johnson. Who said you had to be born to have a tag?]

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[i-scare-monstrs.livejournal.com]

There are quite a number of brightly colored plastic things all over the floor in Milliways. We're talking, easily thirty of each four types of manipulatives.

All

Over

The

Floor

You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.

Oh the fun she's having.

[[OOC: Open till whenever!]]

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[justiceoverlaw]

Hmph. Well, he was planning to change clothes (so to speak) and head down to the gym before heading out for the night. That's before the Door grabbed him, of course.

Fortunately, Milliways is not without training options. There's a vigilante in the rafters, practicing acrobatics and occasionally breaking it up with chin-ups.


{tinytag: Revenant}

[[OOC: Please ping the mun when you tag, because she is packing to move and needs to hear the alert noise.]]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy spent most of the night keeping an eye on Kate.

He's now having a coffee. Caffeine is good.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton has gathered what resources he can on the Kazic language - Specifically obscure dialects of it. It's difficult, primarily because his people didn't have much use for reading or writing, and no offworlder would be interested enough to write much about it, so he's stuck with footnotes or small articles in various datapads, most of which say the same thing and are very unhelpful.

Botherable, if frustrated enough to snap.

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[graycloakdlight.livejournal.com]

[OOM:I prefer causing nightmares, myself">]

The Door slides softly open. The young woman who just entered halts her brisk stride forward.

Jesu Christi," she spits. "Now what?"

Luccio takes a single step clear of the door. Her attention's on the bar and its people, though she glances over her shoulder, warily.

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[mything_person]

Before: Jerry freaks just a little, than goes back to his work.

Jerry walks in. Looks around and grabs a waitrat. Settling back at a table, he waits for a selection of coffees.

He has access to a magic bar and a time-locked door. It would be a shame not to mess with Lamont when he has the chance. Besides, coffee is a good thing.

OOC: Laggyness as the mun watches anime is anticipated. Fair warning.

Tiny Tag: Jerry Lukacs

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[scurlock]

Doc is in a somewhat better mood when he comes downstairs. He has a few things to take care of most important actually 'hiring' stablehands when mun gets more than .05 seconds of free time sometime this week but for the most part, he's caught up. It's a good feeling.

Of course, it allows him to think about other, less welcome things, but that's another matter entirely. He can be found at a table near the bar, with a tall mug of a cold, dark brown liquid in front of him.

Rootbeer, in fact.

(When ice is a novelty to your everyday life back home, sometimes a cold mug of rootbeer just hits the right spot. Tonight is one of those nights.)

There is also the paper wrapper from what was a cupcake. Chocolate. With sprinkles. However, the cupcake is nowhere to be found...since he ate it already.

Completely botherable.


[ooc: open to tagging through the next few days, may be slow at times due to work/relatives but wanted to throw him in since it's been a year...]

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[cloakandclaw]

( A person can hardly be blamed for wanting to revisit the past... especially when it's the only thing that's enabled him to survive in the present. )






[Tag: lucrecia crescent]

entrance post

[kindly-mr-death.livejournal.com]

[OOM: He's a little tired.]

"Oh," he says, looking around. "Well."

It's nothing too unusual; he's certainly no stranger to bars, and this is clearly, if nothing else, a bar. He clears his throat and straightens his tie. The constant nudge in the back of his mind is gone, and he feels more relaxed than he has in years--no one waiting, no one watching.

He might as well have some fun.

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[jaded-dale.livejournal.com]

Well here is a face that hasn't been seen in a while.

Sitting off in a chair, booted feet proped up on the table the Sherwood outlaw twirled a coin over the backs of his knuckles watching the room with a soured expression. Robin, needless to say, was being an ass. Much was being an ass. I mean- Marian this and Marian that! It was like Robin was forgetting his main purpose of being an outlaw! And that could get someone weak. He needed- no - they needed something in return. Else they could get weak..

He could get weak.

So sitting on the table infront of him are three small silver cups. No doubt a few of Milliways' more gracious patrons would be up for a game of chance, no?

[tinytag: Allan A Dale]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Graduation Day - But sometimes that doesn't mean funny hats and long boring speeches.)

The door is slammed open. This, in itself, is not abnormal where Sally@thedoes.com is concerned. She likes slamming doors. She likes the noise of it, the 'here I am, can't ignore me now' of it.

This time, it isn't her fault. She falls through the door like a sack of unwanted potatoes, and the door is slammed shut again behind her. It could probably be attributed to her own innate clumsiness if she were actively doing something besides, you know, breathing.

Oh well.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: In which X has no idea she's lived through what some people would call a birthday, and everything goes to hell. Well, Limbo. There are no handbaskets involved.]

[ooc: warning for violence]