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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

What is a natural and logical thing to do after midnight at a bar?

If you guessed "drink," you would be right. But that's not what Miniver is doing, because that's what he does EVERYWHERE ELSE.

So instead, having downed about a fourth of a bottle of allergy pills, he's OUTSIDE, in the GRASS, smoking a cigarette and playing a guitar.

Imagine something like Guns n' Roses done Celtic and you get the general idea what he's doing.

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[necessary_child]

[OOM: Millitimed to somewhere around the 1st:

Sam and Medusa have a lazy, lazy day.]

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[is-listening.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Waving the slowtime flag of surrender! I'll be back around 8 PM EST to catch up on tags. :D I'm back! But not anymore. Waving slowtime flag again -- will be tagging back in the morning.]

Frasier, much to his own surprise, came to Milliways on his own today.

He doesn't know why. It's possible that he just likes -- wait, no, it's more than possible. Damn karaoke machine. Damn Tom Lehrer. Damn Lilith. DAMN EVERYTHING.



He ends up at a table off to the side of the bar, and it's not long before he's faceplanted onto said table.

He could be asleep. He could also be sulking.

Who knows?

(The only thing that's definite is that his espresso is getting cold.)

[tinytag; Frasier Crane]

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[notablueblood.livejournal.com]

He may be a newcomer to this bar, but he's certainly not a newcomer to bars.

Dark and smoky and the perfect place to lie low for a few hours. Which is why, when he opens the door into the Cloverdilly, he doesn't immediately notice that it's not the Cloverdilly.

But instead slides over to a stool and sits down.

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[gone_byebye]

"... this isn't the bunkroom," says Ray as he trudges into Milliways, his jumpsuit liberally doused in three or four different colors of slime, "but okay. Can I get some coffee and a copy of today's Daily News, please?"

The newspaper that materializes features the headline EXIT STAGE RIGHT: Keaton Concedes GOP Nomination, and has a photograph of the senior senator from Ohio attempting to look as dignified as possible while still giving the impression of pouting faintly.

"Thanks," Ray says, and sits down in a nearby chair with a squelch.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate had slept in today, and talking to Merlin helped. Left a note for Will when he'd wake up so he wouldn't worry. Felt more hopeful about her circumstances then she had in months. Before she had ever spoken to Brand and this whole mess started. She was sitting near the bar, and taking notes on something. Sipping some sweetened and milky tea while she ate a light brunch. She had Atton's alarm in a small purse by her just in case. Watching the bar for any sign of threats.

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[acts_of_gord]

Even in as chaotic an environment as Milliways often tends to be, there are times when days go by without all that much to mark them. A patron who's coming down from an adrenaline-laden time of it in his own world might find that kind of relative stability just reassuring enough to let his guard partway down for a while. Gordon would be an example of that- or he was until early this morning, anyway. His room upstairs had fluorescent lighting in it; more specifically, it had old fluorescent lighting, and the ballast was starting to go. The buzzing from the ballast and the tubes whenever Gordon turned it on sounded exactly like the crackle of displacement energies the Xenian things used as they teleported into Black Mesa. Exactly.

He knows he shouldn't be that badly spooked by a stupid, simple sound, but what the brain knows and what the reflexes are convinced of often differ. The case of the shakes that damn sound left him with was only quieted by getting out the HEV suit and putting it on instead of his everyday clothing.

He feels more than a little bit foolish as he makes his way into the Bar, but given some of the things other patrons wear here, he's hoping nobody gives him any flack for reverting back to the second most reassuring thing he owns. (The first most reassuring is, as usual, jammed through his belt. They don't make holsters for crowbars.) Maybe he can get something done at the target range later; at least then he won't feel completely like a sore thumb...



[Tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Sir Nicholas Fury]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace strolls in through the back door in a ripping good mood, looking a trifle scorched around the edges, and carrying a cricket bat.

They're all connected, but getting straight and/or believable answers from her just now might be a trifle difficult. She heads towards the bar for her supper, ordering up something vegetarian and indian and spicy enough to need a warning.

And is rewarded with a slice of cake and a lit candle, combined in the traditional manner. Ace snuffs the candle and pushes the cake back.
"One word, just one, tanyone, and we're going to have a long discussion 'bout the benefits of fire insurance, clear?" She grumbles and, taking her dinner with her (sans cake), stalks off towards the couch.

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[theflyingsquirl]

(OOM: Three supervillains and one clueless intern on a campaign bus, in a scene that pretends to be about politics but is really just bickering, mild sexual tension and lack of attention span.)

Needless to say, he is very happy when the door appears, and has already taken his tie off by the time he steps into the bar, trailed by only a single ordinary squirrel today. It's hard to say who is looking more long-suffering at the moment, mutant or rodent--just one of those days.

So the Squirrel takes a seat at the bar, and orders himself a beer and some pizza, and some sunflower seeds for his minion.

He would not mind company... just don't mention politics.

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[velocitygirl]

In a booth in the corner, is Inyri Forge, with several datapads, two drained glasses of alcohol and a cigarette between her fingers.

(In reality, she's forgotten about the cigarette and it's just burning away...she'll realise that when she gets burned).

Very botherable.

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[basic_powers]

In the rafters of the bar, you may hear the sounds of footsteps and winded-breathing. Or the odd objects resting on the rafters left by various other patrons (abandoned plastic mugs, dishes, forks...) now displaced and making a down trip to the floor.

Do not be alarmed, you are not being stalked. There's just a gadget-hero in training practicing being invisible while running and jumping.

(note: patrons of the highly animal sort -will- smell something young, human, and sweaty in the rafters.)

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[walksthebounds]

Jamie is sitting in a booth, humming - not because he's especially, but because he's had the song stuck in his head all day. (It's a very popular song on Creema di Leema right now; the lyrics have something to do with a clown wooing a belly dancer. Jamie is already sick of it, which of course makes the fact that it won't get out of his head that much worse.)

It should perhaps be mentioned that Jamie is not noted for being able to stay on-key.

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[lost-trump.livejournal.com]

[OoM: The Fall of Kashfa and the burning of a throne.]

Something was wrong. It was like an electic spark in the air for those could sense those things- like a world crashing on end or being sucked into a super nova. A twinge of thousands of people dying all at once in one furious blast of something dark and deadly.

The door to Milliways seemed to wave inward leading to whatever world had managed to connect with it though no being managed to come through. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

If Kate were in the bar she would feel it: the start of someone trying to Trump her, a desperate sense of someone really, really, wanting to speak with her with the line sometimes weakening. That being said, the person on the other end hoping she would pick up the line.

[tinytag: Lucas Reynard, Brand of Amber]

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[dardan-prince.livejournal.com]

Aeneas has come back in from outside, damp-haired and carrying his sandals. It has been a productive day--he spent most of the morning and afternoon working on the chariot he is building in an attempt to stay busy, and then had a swim to get the sawdust out of his hair, and now he is making a rare trip into the bar proper for some wine and a dinner other than fish. He feels that he has earned it.

It's hard work being so good and noble and industrious and handsome and generally the convergence of bloodlines and divinity and destiny, but he does it so well. Most days, he would also add 'humble' to that list, but he is feeling accomplished--let's see his pampered Trojan cousins do half of what he has done today--and so he lets himself have a bit of pride.

Pride, wine and roast lamb. It is good to be Aeneas. It's pretty good to be near him, too; he is happy to share.

[tags: aeneas]

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Specials.
Flaming Blow Job.
Flaming Blue.
Flaming Confederate.

Atton likes drinks that involve burning.

Anyway, he's behind the bar, cleaning glasses while he waits for potential customers. He has a little blowtorch all ready.

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[notanarc.livejournal.com]

Byers' visit to Milliways is very quick, today. He's only stopped in to drop something off with Bar, and looks to be in quite the hurry as he does so.


It's been almost four months since he met Niki, and part of him feels like he should acknowledge that in some small way, so he drops off a small, multicolored bouquet at Bar, with an attached note reading: I love you. ~ John

He has butterflies in his stomach the moment the items disappear -- this is what true love must feel like, he thinks, feeling very much like a giant sap as he does so -- and rushes back out the door.

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[fiery_ring]

Hm, it's been an interesting experiment trying to hang out in here by herself for a few days. But the lack of the room has been a bit of a challenge.

Carlotta spent the first night in a tree, until it rained. Since then she's been camping out in a sleeping bag behind a sofa.

She's hoping she hasn't been spotted as she sits near her hidey-hole, casually eating a sandwich.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy may have a teensy bit of a hangover.

He's trying to draw a picture of Branden for his wanted poster.