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[friend_of_lucy]

His door isn't back yet, that's what he thinks every time he enters the Bar.

Tumnus isn't sure if that's a comfort or not so he takes his pipes and finds a seat in about the middle of the Bar to play a lament for the first king of Narnia.

Tiny tag: Pan

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin is out on the tropical end of the lake. Literally on it because his some of his lances are arranged into a vaguely surfboard configuration and he's quite capable of creating killer waves with just a little bit of wind. It'd be closer to memory if Xigbar was here but Xaldin is taking a turn waiting for Rachel while Xigbar checks on Rai. Later they'll probably switch.

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[flail_victoria]

Seras sat on the couch the kitten crashed out on her chest where the magic wash cloth was. She had no problem sleeping around the bar, she was scary when she needed to be. Anyway, when not in her coffin she tended only to catnap. She had an ipod playing some music, it rested on her belly. It's not up very loud at all, she needs to hear the kitten. But it is playing :

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Now playing: Pink Floyd - The Dogs of War
http://foxytunes.com/artist/pink+floyd/track/the+dogs+of+war

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Outside, Hex is happily watching her flower grow, it is at tree standards now. The other things growing around her are still fairly harmless, and not to the jungle point.

(tiny tag: Seras Victoria, Hex's jungle plot)

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

Spoon is settled into the couch with a book and a big mug of tea. He likes tea, he does. The table next to him has a stack of vegetarian snacks.

He might be willing to share.

Yuki's First EP!

[nottaprincess.livejournal.com]

When the door swings open, this time, it is seemingly doing so on its own. In fact, for the first few moments after its knob turns and it pulls back, no one appears through it - though voices from the other side do filter through. One, in particular, is louder than the others and very insistent.

"Yuki, c'mon! Come play in the leaves with me! Come on, come on!" It is this voice's owner that appears through the open portal - short, blond, and teenaged, though awfully young-looking. He's dressed in a rather frilly way, especially for someone playing outside, but the little bits of dead and autumn-colored leaves clinging to his hair confirm that this is what he's been about, of late. In any case, this one, Momiji, is a familiar face, for the Bar.

The person he is dragging along with him, both of his hands clinging to the other's arm, is not. He's dressed in a somewhat unremarkable way - a collared shirt with tie and a light, black jacket over it - but, in simple terms of looks, he leaves the more extravagant and immature Momiji behind. He's handsome and beautiful at the same time, with hair that isn't quite purple and isn't quite black, obviously older and actually seeming his age. He's also, at the moment, looking very, very exasperated, as he's pulled through the door.

"Momiji, I don't have time for thi-...this isn't Shigure's back yard." The pair suddenly pause in their miniature tug-of-war, both straightening up and looking around - Yuki baffled, Momiji completely delighted.

"Oh, wow! It's Milliways!" The blonde exclaims happily.

"Milli-what?" The Zodiac's Rat stares at him, then gives another, baffled glance around the Bar. He's not panicking, but there's a very obvious air of WTF beneath his apparent calm.

Welcome to Milliways, Yuki Sohma.

(OOC: So, sorta multi-pup, too, I guess. If you have a preference on whether you get a side of Momiji to go along with your Yuki entree, just say so.)

Very First EP

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

The door is thrown open and a teenage boy all but falls in. He's wearing thin cotton pajama pants, an undershirt, and no shoes, and waving a huge, irregularly-shaped stick in the air.

He looks new, and a little dangerous despite his pathetic clothing. Those able to sense magic might feel the air around him crackling with it, bending reality to facilitate his very existence.

[Tiny Tag: Billy Kaplan, Carlotta Brown] Open all day. Slooooowtiam.

(no subject)

[one-talent.livejournal.com]

[Before Milliways: Who would you like to be today?]

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[will_scarlett]

[The start of a vacation doesn't go quite as planned. Before the Catskills, Kate and Will see how Sherwood has changed. Then they just relax in some different woods.]

(OOC: Warnings in the second for teenagers being teenagers, first one has no warnings.)

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[eirenikos]

Hey, look! Standing in front of the open door with her jaw hanging somewhere near the floor. Isn't she adorable, this tiny blonde child? There's almost an aura of purity about her, if it weren't for the dirt clinging to the hem of her tunic and covering a great deal of her bare feet. In fact, she might just remind you of someone, with those blue eyes so wise beyond her apparent years.

"I demand to know who put a tavern in the temple of Poseidon!"

Maybe.



{tiny tag: Eirene]
[ooc: It's mini!Eirene, aka Thallo, only a millenia or so old, before she became Peace. Since "mature" Eirene is off doing her Olympic stuff...]

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[taishar_malkier]

[Just previously, and not exactly OOM: Letters, and changes.]

When Lan and Nynaeve returned to the House of Arch a short while ago, it was with set decision in their faces and letters in their hands, and a door newly unlocked behind them.

Since then, they've made the necessary preparations: packing essentials into saddlebags and packs, speaking to Tom and Door, writing such notes as need to be written. There was little need for speech with each other; they both understand the situation, and each other. They always have.

When they step into the bar, now, it's with traveling cloaks and packs, saddlebags thrown over Lan's shoulder, and a handful of tidily sealed notes. Nynaeve leaves the stack with Bar to distribute, while Lan slips away to the Security office to post another with his badge there.

And then, there's little else to do but take one last look around for friends.

[OOC: Lan and Nynaeve will be returning to play out canon. If you want to catch either or both of them to say goodbye, just tag in! Slowtime is a possibility, as the muns are only here for a few hours this afternoon but wanted to make sure goodbyes could happen.]

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[blinkandyoumiss.livejournal.com]

Perhaps by now you've noticed the speedster who's been hanging around the bar for the past two weeks, stealing the couch and blocking up the room with his crutches and generally making himself a nuisance (really!).

Well, the narration's got good news for you, then: he's still here.

Tucked into a corner booth with crutches (and customary red sweatshirt) nowhere in sight, alternately doodling on a piece of paper and staring at the bar with a 'shoot me now' expression. Someone is, perhaps, getting a little bit of cabin fever.

(no subject)

[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

That red hooded sweatshirt might be familiar to some superheros that tend to wander around the bar, but the girl in it isn't.

She might have snatched it from her boyfriend this morning while he was still snoring.

Said boyfriend might be hard pressed in getting it back now. Because Jenny has discovered that with the hood up, hoodies make for very comfortable clothing items when you're snuggling up on a couch with a book.


[tiny tag: jenny (doctor's daughter), eirene]

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[bythatmuch.livejournal.com]

On some wall, in some part of the bar, two large, heavy, virtually apocalypse-proof metal doors appear.

There's an awful lot of noise coming from the other side of these doors.

clickclickclickthunk

clickclickclickthunk

That's the sound of a series of a few other equally impressive metal doors closing and opening.

The sound grows closer, closer —

— and suddenly stops.

"Hey!"

The voice coming from behind the wall sounds very exasperated.

"Stupid giant hunk of metal, why don't you ever — "

thunk

" — OW! Son of a — "

clickclickclick

After a few seconds, the doors on — in? — the wall open with a clickwooshclick, revealing a hopping-on-one-foot, paperwork-toting Maxwell Smart on the other side.

As soon as he looks up, the hopping ceases and his arms fall, limply, to his side.

Now, there are roughly 34 highly classified (and marked as such) CONTROL documents strewn across the floor in front of him... and he hasn't noticed, because he's too busy wondering what the hell happened to CONTROL headquarters.

They never had a bar! Sure, they joked about it, but Max never thought they'd actually go through with it...

To no one in particular, he says, "Oh, this is real nice. Thanks for sending out the memo, guys. You can't pretend the e-mail server's down forever, you know! Jerks."

[tiny tag on the prairie; Maxwell Smart]

Where there's smoke... [Azula EP!]

[thedivineright.livejournal.com]

The door does not blow off it's hinges.

That would be, in a word, gauche.

There is the faint waft of smoke up from the bottom of it however, before it swings open and a young woman (barely more than a girl but still dressed neck to toe in armor fit for war) steps through. Her sharp aristocratic features might bear a familial resemblance to someone you know.

"Zu-" she stops, stock still for a moment as she assesses her surroundings. Sufficed to say, this is not the room she was intending to walk into.

A moment later the calculating expression is gone, though, to one of pleasant ease.

"Zuzu?" She calls, sweetly, letting the door close behind her as she begins her wandering of this unfamiliar territory.

[OOC Note: Azula is under new management and being restarted, set shortly before The Avatar and the Firelord. ... Also I'm totally at work right now, so slowtimes plz. >_>]

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[how-ducky.livejournal.com]

It's a familiar sound, the door opening, but when he strolls into the bar...things aren't quite so familiar. After all, when the sombrero seems to be hopping along the floor as you blink...well either you've had too much to drink, or the man under the hat has had too much to drink.

Except there doesn't appear to be anyone under the sombrero....or maybe they're just short.

And made of stone.



Eventually, the sombrero ends up sitting on top of the bar...with a bottle of tequila at its side.

You have the kind of summer I've had, and you start to think nothing will ever weird you out again.

[seaweedbrain.livejournal.com]

Then you step into your bedroom, all ready to start getting dressed for orientation at your new school (which is pretty standard at this point, but I had a lot of high hopes for this one considering my mom's boyfriend works there) and you're suddenly in this completely different place that you've never seen or heard of before, not even in Mr. Brunner's Classics class.

I mean, I forget things sometimes, but I really think I would have noticed him saying something about a bar full of people that appears where your bedroom is supposed to be.

I don't smell anything, which is a pretty good sign, but my nose isn't as sensitive as Grover's is when it comes to monsters, the whole thing in St. Louis aside. Something's up, though--

I mean. Duh.

But no one's popping up to tell me how I'm totally in their clutches now or blabbing about 'bringing down the Olympians' and there's no hissing or roaring or anything, so I'm thinking this isn't as bad as it could be. Either way, I stick my hand into my pocket to get my fingers around the ballpoint pen in there. Just to be safe.

"Um... hello? Where am I? What's going on?"

[tiny tag: percy jackson][thank you for tagging him and welcoming; tags will be going slow as I'm heading to bed am awake again and happy to take pings!]

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[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob thought he'd relax after a hard cycle's work by hanging out by the lake behind Milliways. Unfortunately, the combination of his own exhaustion and the heat of the summer evening means he's soon fast asleep on the grass.

Unfortunate, because there are about half a dozen blobs of thorn-covered dough nudging at his legs.

Little help?

[tinytag: doughplot]

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[ostro_goth]

It is rather early in the morning, but some people are already out and about:

• Asar-Suti is in the garden, trying one magical Ihlini rune after the other from a large, iron-bound, evil-looking grimoire. None of them work: they don't even fill with sizzling purple fire, let alone produce a result. The purple deity is getting more livid by the minute.
• Teja is at the practice grounds, going through the exercises that Ryu Hayabusa taught him. He's been shown how to put them together to actually fight, before Ryu left to face the dangers of his own world; but still, the practice of the parts helps him to focus at the start of each day.
• Tower is leaning on a railing, looking at the lake, drinking a triple espresso and smoking a cigar. He wishes it were a little later in the day; by then, there'd already be pretty women in bikinis to look at, and not only ever clouds and birds and cheerfully waving squid.

[[OOC: Multi-pup post; please say in your tag whom you want! Open all Saturday.]]

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[petraarkanian.livejournal.com]

Petra blinks as she opens the door. The light of the bar was much brighter then the room she just came from.

"Mi... Milliways?" She looks absolutely dumbfounded to be here. She takes a single step forward and the door closes behind her. She does not even notice.

"I thought... but..." The truth is right in front of her. Someone who did not hear her first stuttered word would probably assume she was completly new. Shocked to the core is a good description of the girl.

ooc: Woops, time flies when you're having fun neh? If you tag I swear I'll grab ya tomorrow!

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[vyvyan]

Vyvyan has found something that looks a bit like bread.

He bashed it against the table a few times, and is now eating it. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the revolting taste or the fact that bits of it are objecting to being swallowed.

[tinytag: Vyvyan]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Seems there's a lot of new faces around here at the moment. So Guppy has both signs up tonight.

Walk-in clinic
The doctor is in

New? Confused? Free tea and marshmallows.

(no subject)

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

OOM: In which Sally@thedoes.com nearly becomes 'Fat-Bottomed Girl', but manages to avoid that fate.


The Tag of Monte Cristo: Scaramouche

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[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM: A chance meeting between Katherine and Sam, when Katherine almost mows him down. Millitimed to earlier in the week, immediately following Katherine's last EP.]

She had been practicing for four days.

Each time she came upon a door she would concentrate--hard--and hope to see Milliways appear on the other side.

Usually what she ended up seeing would be a closet full of coats, or a quaint country room void of people, or a classroom full of curious students.

Today, though, as she stepped through her front door to get to Main Street to help a few of the older women set up for the town picnic tomorrow, her feet hit hardwood floors.

Blink.

"I did it."

There's a very pleased Katherine in the bar, smiling ear-to-ear.


[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, Kate Warner]

Open for new tags until the post disappears from the front page.

(no subject)

[fever-crusade.livejournal.com]

Martha enters a bit warily, looking around with a heightened awareness as she observes her surroundings for the first time. No one is looking at her - she can't decide whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. She'd heard Chloe Sullivan mention this place some time ago, but hadn't thought much of it. Now, as her life is changing, as she feels she is slowing losing her purpose, she finds herself seeking out new experiences.

She looks down at her ensemble nervously and wonders if she's over (or under) dressed. God, Martha, what are you doing here? Surely this isn't the place for a fifty-two year old wife and mother. But then...where is that place anyway?

She sits down at the bar, her eyes wandering curiously, and orders a Shirley Temple. For now, she thinks.

[tiny tag: martha kent]