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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC]

Millitimed to a few weeks ago: Following this discussion of palm-reading, Crowley takes Aziraphael upstairs to finish a conversation too embarrassing for prime time chat in the bar.

[And the OOM is COMPLETED OMG yay!]

Also: Warnings for mature content in the OOM. (Oh, like you're surprised.)

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[irredeemableant.livejournal.com]

Eric is a little agitated as he sits at the bar, poking at a plate of bacon and eggs with a fork. Between the Initiative graduation, thinking about his whole deal with Abigail (and boy, does it turn his stomach a bit when he realizes how much he sucks at doing what he vowed that day), and the whole Kate-Will business he got himself caught up in (not to mention that anti-Russian lesbian spy chick stuff)... he hates deep contemplation.

Which is why his morning pineapple juice comes with a side of rum, today.

He would like distraction. Especially if it comes with a side order of breasts.

[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

It's been busy as hell at the Wells farm recently, and we won't even go into matters at the Academy. Harry's just glad the home business is settled and he finally got away from the lot of it. He's acquired a book about the history of battleaxes from somewhere and he's taken it to the relative peace of Milliways, where he can read with his booted feet up on the nearest table without incurring worse than the wrath of a few wait-rats and some glares from any Oompa-Loompas that might be hiding in the woodwork.

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[prob-japanese.livejournal.com]

Yesterday's Memorial Day barbecue at Autobase was interesting, to say the least. All the mechs who weren't out hunting for Scorponok were there, though Grimlock spent most of the time silently glowering. The Secretary of Defense was there, as promised, and so was Fig's mother, complete with alligator tail and other terrifying Cajun foods (at least, the humans said they were terrifying). And there were the visitors from Milliways- two humans, a robot dog, and a very young mech of Earth origin, of all things. That was interesting. It all was.

Bumblebee's at Milliways now, familiarizing himself with the music collection that Ecto and her...

... okay, he's still stalling out on the concept of a mech having a father. Even if it is an adoption relationship, it's still on the bizarre side. But he's getting there. The collection of music is helping, since he's going through it and finding the tunes that don't seem to exist in his own world.


[tinytag: Demyx]

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is outside watching. This, that, the other thing, and everything else. She's very good at watching, and for all of her size she's very good at being unobtrusive. How a she can blend in so well to everything is something only millennia in Niflheim can explain. Regardless, even as unobtrusive as she is capable of being, someone thirty-six feet tall can be a little hard to miss.

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[sgtshaw.livejournal.com]

[ Out of Milliways: Mother happened.

petit tag: raymond shaw ]

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It's been a little while, at least relative to the usual frequency of Momiji's visits to the Bar, since he's been in. School, a project or two, and the general, vaguely controlled chaos of the Sohma family have all contributed to keeping him away, but one certainly couldn't tell it from the way he enters, today: namely, with a few flowers in his hair, dancing around to music coming from the headphones stuck in his ears.

He doesn't really seem surprised when what he thought was his living room turns out to be Milliways, though. It certainly doesn't stop him from starting to dance right over towards the Bar, anyway.

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[will_scarlett]

Will's in a good mood, he's still stiff but feeling much more hopeful.

So he's sitting in a comfy chair with hot chocolate, an actual sandwich today and a book, though really he's watching the Bar.

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[hathsinsurvivor.livejournal.com]

As Kelsier walks into the bar, he stops by the bar itself, dropping off a small sack with a note for Teja, directing that the payment be used for their previously agreed transaction.

Once dropped off, he continues to a table and seats himself, stopping a passing waitrat to get a mug of beer. Sipping at it once it arrives, he shifts a sack off of his back and pulls out a book, reading it quietly, making a few notes in the margin with a quill pen.

[Contains Sexual situations]

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[sleazeoverstyle]

"Yeah, that's what I said about your mom last week. And everyone else agreed."

Kiss my ass, Tseng.

It isn't like the office girls don't usually know when he's about to walk in the door anyway; he might as well announce it in a big way like he always does. Despite the fact they're all a bunch of horses, he sweet-talks them anyhow: it makes it easier on days like this when he needs the chopper in a hurry and he doesn't friggin' feel like doing the paperwork for it: they'll get it going for him after the promise of a drink (yeah, after a couple drinks it won't matter what the girl on his arm looks like) after he gets back from the trip up to the Northern Crater. Shouldn't take too long and he's not the one going in: he's just piloting.

And then after he gets them back safely, both Tseng and Elena can kiss his ass -- one at a time -- and buy him a beer one at a time.

He likes to make an entrance and he doesn't mind doing it with a splash because face it, who's not going to notice a head of orange hair and a stubborn refusal to neaten the fuck up and tuck in his shirt and follow protocol? Nah, chicks love that rebellious shit; he turns ready to smile at whichever dog's manning the desk but...

How you doin'. This... ain't the Midgar office of the Shin-Ra Electric Power Company.

Uh... partner? Hello, it's a bar. That makes it all right: he takes a step in and lets the door shut behind him.

"HEY. Who does a guy have to fuck to get a drink around here?"

It's gotta be Midgar, right? He hasn't even been drinking yet, but maybe he just got the passing out bit out of the way early, 'cause there's a familiar face tending bar.

"HEY. What place is this, and how come I didn't know about it before? I'm supposed to be on intimate terms with every inch of bar space in this town."



[New Kids on the Block tags: demyx, lucrecia crescent]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

Even when you are currently pissed with your world's de facto rulers, it gets rather boring practicing the same few escaping-bad-guys tricks over and over again. Thus, she begged the Bar for a book that had absolutely nothing to do with ropes, or sneaking around, or hitting people over the head with convenient tyre irons (she's not sure what a tyre iron is, and is pretty sure she couldn't swing one hard enough to do any damage, but that's what the book suggested).

She was given 'Jane Eyre'. She took her prize over to the couch and, in traditional teenager pose (aka 'flopped taking up the most surface area possible') she began reading.

...

Now she's just making faces at the book and grumbling suggestions as to what Rochester can do with himself.

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM-but-not: In which information gathering and promotions are not mutually exclusive.]

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[landlesslord]

Several laps of the lake did nothing for Sir Guy's levels of frustration, neither did they bring the Door back when he had wandered inside to get a drink.


There is a shirtless knight taking out his anger with a sword on a poor innocent pell. If what essentially amounts to more or less a tree trunk can be innocent or guilty.

bartending!

[antishinra]

Tifa likes to show up a little early on nights when she's tending, and until she's supposed to officially go on duty, she spends some time wiping down the bar, humming under her breath. She has a cup of berry tea for herself behind the bar, and once she's done, she stops to take a long sip of it.

She doesn't decorate the specials board with any drawings of her friends this time, but she does write up a notice that all beers are half off for tonight's Happy Hour. It's a decent excuse to familiarize herself with the bar's selection, and even though she's been happily surprised to spot a few names she knows, there's a lot more that she's never heard of before.

When she's ready, she pulls her hair back loosely and secures it with a band, then takes a central spot behind the bar to wait for orders.


[tiny tag: Lucrecia Crescent, Reno]

[OOC: You can probably expect another post or two from me tonight, but please consider these threads officially in the Land of Slow! ♥ Thanks for the tags!]

Waiting for Inspiration - OTA

[hopefulpoet.livejournal.com]

Christian has located a table in the corner of the bar, away from the disturbing view of the constant 'end of the world' scene. He's still trying to wrap his head around that part of Milliway's. It's almost more difficult to accept than the variety of people here.

His beloved Underwood typewriter sits before him, along with a pile of blank, white paper, and he waits for the Muse to strike. He's left is bowler hat and jacket in his room, so he sits in brown, wool trousers and a white shirt of rough cotton, both worn. His shoes have thin laces and his suspenders have seen better days. He doesn't really care what he looks like, though.

He just wants to write, and try to forget. Sipping something in a glass which he can't recall the name of, he sighs.

 

[[ OOC: My apologies if I stop tagging soon: I seem to be passing out. Will continue tomorrow, and I thank you for tagging. :) ]]

[[OOC: And it may well be slow-time, as I don't seem to be around when many others are, lol! I'm on EST and work during the day, with very limited access to the Internet. Just a heads-up.]]

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[command_dot_com]

Seated at the Bar tonight, with a mug of energy smoothie next to her and a large order of fried paradoxes...is a very worried Sprite.

You see, some time ago, a kitsune cartographer she was friends with agreed to help she and her then-fiance, now-husband get away from it all for their honeymoon.

It was nearly 2 weeks ago that the wedding happened. And there has been no sign, shed fur, or even a cackle to indicate where their guide has gone and now Dot is wondering what's happened to Laini.

First Entry

[detectiveada.livejournal.com]

Butch Ada is a detective with the Oklahoma City Police Department. He likes to think he’s really damn good at his job, just like he was a damn fine quarterback with The Horns. One thing he’s not figured out. Who the hell broke his Vince Young bobble head? He’s about to come to the second thing he’s not figured out.

            Looking around this isn’t his favorite watering hole. Nor does he see the rest of the squad that was suppose to be meeting him here. This is weird what happened to the joint?

“Hanadarko, what is going on? Are you behind this?”

He calls out remembering the wasabi guacamole. Welcome to Milliways Butch.

 

[Tiny Tag: Butch Ada. Assassins]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy appears to have got here straight from work, so life support is still being set up.

There are however plenty of yummy things, and therefore the sign is up and things are ready to go even if the finishing touches are being added.

LIFE SUPPORT
Open to all

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[young_gun_billy]

Billy's been around, though you've probably missed him. He's been quiet. Had a lot of thinking to do. Not typical Billy behavior. At all.

Tonight he's going to take a break, let go what's been weighing on him and be the Kid again. He figures the best way to do that is to get himself good and smashed.

"Bar, I'd like me a line of shot glasses with your best tequila an keep em full till someone hits the floor." He requests as he swings his leg over a bar stool and settles in, cross holstered guns on his hips and crazy-ass smirk on his face.

The line of shots appears, Billy picks up the first and gulps it, slamming the empty glass upside down on the counter and letting loose one of his trademark laughs.

He's a social drinker. Very social. So feel free to join him.

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[acts_of_gord]

No more driving lessons for one-eyed spymasters. Not today. Gordon is safely in the Bar proper, indoors, with a bowl of vegetable lo mein and a heap of paintball accessories, including the helmet and several small stacks of brightly colored ammunition. He seems to be switching back and forth between the two with equal ease and a distinct lack of paint to the face. Some people are multitaskers that way.

Things do spill, mind. That would get his attention.



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Sir Nicholas Fury]

Biding Time

[dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com]

 
[OOM: It's been weeks since Wesley found himself back in Los Angeles, and Angel's unexplained absence is definitely not helping matters. Fortunately for Wesley, there are important things to do in the meantime.]

[Vague spoilers for Angel: After the Fall]

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[simon_doctor]

There's a brilliant young doctor in the bar.

Sitting at the bar, in fact, having just finished an inventory check of the Milliways infirmary. He's got a glass of cold green tea, and a plate with an oddly shaped fruit on it. He's also got his datareader, but at the moment he isn't perusing it with any particular determination.

In other words: not actively studying, and therefore botherable.