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[justdidntseeit]

[ following this exit ]

[ oom: it's a smile
it's a kiss
it's a sip of wine
it's summertime
sweet summertime ]

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[harmitwithspark.livejournal.com]

Milliways was a good place to practice, when they didn't feel like playing in their new warehouse. So there was a mere slip of a girl in a dark coat, a dark spot in the middle of a violent storm of grey near the lake. The grey was composed of women. Four armed women with weapons that jumped, ran, and slid at the girl in black...

...and the girl in black laughed and met every comer with open hands, or fists, or feet depending. Sure she took a few hits, but that didn't matter. Every time she threw one of the grey clad girls, it was careful, directed, sure.

After all, the Ninjas mattered to her. She had every reason to take care of them.

[Sparring tag: Larxene]

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[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

Chell decided that today, being a beautiful day outside, was the perfect time to go explore nature. It's not something she's really done, and when she goes back to her world... it might not be something she gets to do again.

She begins by practicing her exercises near the lake, and then she goes to walk around for a bit, barefooted, without her cane.

(Completely botherable!)

[Tiny Tag: Chell (Portal)]

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[hellsingsdog.livejournal.com]

Alucard reappears in the bar. He looks around, not seeing anyone he knows he takes a seat and orders a glass of blood.

"How long has it been?" he wonders outloud amused.

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[aimedforthemoon]

If anyone mentions that Esfir is looking exhausted when she comes down into the bar, they will be reported at the next Party meeting for being counter-revolutionaries. Or, they would, had she been back in the USSR. And feeling that pet-

Okay, they wouldn't have been.

But the sentiment is there.

And, yes, the sentiment is still there when she walks over the Bar and asks for a book. A very specific book, because she knows what humans do with figures of fame and tragedy, and she's cynical enough (and read enough newspapers) to know that she more than qualifies. Still, she keeps the cover turned to her body as she makes her way over to an out-of-the-way table.

She flicks through until she gets to the glossy white pages of photographs, and for a long moment she doesn't move.

Then, she brings the modeling knife out of her pocket, and starts to cut the pages out.

At least, she starts to. But she's tired and more shaken then she cares to admit, so it's barely five seconds before she yelps and drops the knife in favour of sucking her finger.

tiny!tag: jenny (the doctor's daughter), morbo, the russian astronaut

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[gone_byebye]

"I'm gonna need a towel, please," Ray says to the first wait-rat to cross his path. It's been a long day on the job for him and he's got his usual slime issues, namely: he, his proton pack, his jumpsuit, and nearly everything he's wearing under his jumpsuit is saturated in the stuff. "And a large glass of the quantum blue and a cheeseburger."

The rat squeaks and scampers off, returning with the towel first. Ray rubs his face vigorously before dropping into the nearest chair and unbuckling his pack. "Thanks."

Another squeak.

"Oh, hush. I'll wash up later. It's just ectoplasm."

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[ever_lovin]

Ben is sitting a table with a bowl of rice, sheets of dried seaweed, slices of avocado, raw tuna and a bamboo mat, or is it a bamboo place mat? He carefully grabs a piece of the seaweed with a pair of Thing sized chop sticks and lays it on the bamboo mat. He, then, grabs some of the rice and spreads it out on the seaweed to be followed by the avocado and tuna. He brushes it with some sauce and then rolls the mat carefully, biting his tongue in concentration.

Wait, is Ben making Sushi?!?!

[[Tiny tags of horror and fear: Wilbur Whatley, The Revenant]]

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Harry's at home- or rather, he's not at home, he's at the Academy and then on his way out to Brichester to finally investigate that damned thing in the Codex. Junia's minding the bakery. The goats are behaving themselves, and the dogs are harassing the goats. Annie is fine with this. It means she can slip away to Milliways for a bit of quiet without any sense of obligation hanging over her.

Not that time doesn't stop moving back home, of course, but it's the principle of the thing.

She's brought several of her recipes with her, and is sorting through them to see if she can't find something that needs or wants a bit of judicious tweaking. No actual baked goods today, though. Even Annie gets the odd day off.

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[mycursedface]

Medusa is...actually in a good mood. Not that she's doing anything special to celebrate it, but there is a faint smile there.

Besides, there is something wonderfully calming about preening if you aren't in a hurry. You just comb through the feathers and straighten them out and...okay, so most feathers aren't gold, but the prinicple remains.

So, one short Gorgon, sitting on a table, running her fingers through her feathers.

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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

If he could be happy, today is a day where Xaldin would be happy. Lexaeus is here. Zexion exists. They haven't failed. He's out back, keeping watch. He's not entirely certain what he's watching for, but he's watching.

Xigbar, himself, Lexaeus, Zexion, Demyx, Larxene and even Axel.

Existent.

He's got more planning to do, now. There are even more of them who need hearts.

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[notapurpledino.livejournal.com]

The Barney that stumbles in through the door is wearing a laser tag vest and totes a laser tag 'gun' in one hand.

"...huh," he says.

"This is not how I normally get here."

[legendary tiny tags: Barney Stinson, Teddy Altman]

[First Entrance! Totally open!]

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

It's three minutes until midnight in the World that Never Was. Everything rings as hollow and silent as ever, a testament of willpower in the middle of the void. Here, there is no darkness. There is no light. Everything here ceased to be a long time ago. Zexion makes his way through the halls, boots falling softly against the tile floor. The ambient light of Kingdom Hearts shines through the windows of the hallway already illuminated by the white light that seems to come from nowhere and yet everywhere. Those capable of it might think of the effect disquieting. Zexion does not think of it at all - he long ago made sure the lighting was at maximum efficiency. Three minutes until midnight. Tomorrow will herald a day that will start like any other in the castle, In five hours and three minutes, Xenmas will inform Number VI of the Castle Oblivion project coming to fruition, and that he is to go there with a team that Xenmas has decided upon. Zexion will lead one group of Vexen and Lexaeus, and number XI, Marluxia, will lead the other of Axel and Larxene. Marluxia bothers Zexion, but he trusts that Axel will keep him in line. He has always been a staunch follower of Xenmas's cause, even if Zexion has observed a distinct down slide in the Organization. It's the influx of those without a scientific mind. A few are alright, but they most definitely should have stopped after VIII. He will mostly keep his thoughts to himself - at least to start off with. But there are dark things waiting in Castle Oblivion, and with it they will catch the Promised Hero. With his entrance, it will herald the beginning of the end for Organization XIII. But Zexion will know none of this, falling to his destruction inside the castle where memories come apart. This ending has already been written and there is no avoiding it. It's three minutes to midnight, and Zexion opens the library door.

The door swings open and a cloaked and hooded figure steps through.

He is too tall to be Xigbar, and too male to be Larxene. Too short to be anyone else who has been through here in recent memory.

There is only the briefest of pauses to determine the course of action he will next take.

The ending has already been written, and there is no avoiding it. But VI of XIII steps out of time and walks deeper into the bar to see what he can see.

[Tag Busters: Zexion]

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[skyhighlucy.livejournal.com]

On the one hand, Scotland in September isn't even comparable in terms of sunlight to Los Angeles, let alone the intersolar world of Majesdane. On the other, Karolina isn't spending every day- or any day, for that matter - using up her solar power to fight supervillains and protect her friends. So she has plenty of glow left.

Right now, the rainbow light in the shape of a teen lesbian can be found hovering by the Observation window, glow spilling from her bare arms, sandalled feet and hair until it pools and licks out on the floor beneath her. She's thoughtful, but would probably welcome distraction.

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[ever_lovin]

After cleaning up his adventures in making sushi, ( Ben leaves this notice up on the bulletin board: )

He then leaves two notes with the bar, one for Kate Bishop and one for Jennifer Walters. That task completed, he orders a porter and plate of fish and chips to begin his lunch.

[[Tiny Tag of homage: Harvey Dent]]

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[walkstheborders.livejournal.com]

OOM: Looking for a bar and...

A man walks into Milliways.

It happens a lot, presumably. He's dripping water, looks mildly annoyed and hasn't taken the time to realise he's not in Kansas anymore as he strides up to the bar with determination born of a bad need to forget. He looks for a bartender first, then sits down and picks up the note, frowning slightly as he reads it.

"... the hell?"

tinytag: jim ellison

Happy Hour

[scurlock]

When he comes in from working outside that afternoon, Bar gives him a note with his bottle of water asking if he minds tending for Happy Hour. Doc considers it, a moment, then nods. Maybe she knew he needed something to distract his mind from everything else going on. "Back in a few, I gotta grab a shower first." He heads upstairs, showers and changes, and then settles himself behind the bar a short time later.

Happy Hour Specials
Four Horsemen
Sex in the Desert
Rum Runner Island Style

Recite a few lines of poetry and drink half off all night.

He dusts the chalk off of his hands, sets the book of cocktails aside, and after quickly looking over the area behind the counter to refresh his memory in regards to where everything is, he grabs a towel and throws it over his shoulder. There's coffee going behind him, already, since he knows he'll need it soon enough, and he waits for someone to ask for a drink.

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[notimenow.livejournal.com]

There have probably been better-smelling new patrons than this one.

Now, we're not saying there haven't been worse-smelling patrons -- Yoda from the swamps of Dagobah, say -- but when you've just spent some time digging through a dumpster and haven't had a shower yet, you don't usually smell like the latest Calvin Klein scent.

"O-kayyy."

Kiden Nixon lowers the (dumpster-obtained) lamp in her hands and squints at the bar.

"You, uh. You remodelled, Bobby. ... I like it?"


[ooc: apologies for vanishing so early, and sadly slowtiming all this weekend, but will try to get tags in every so often!]

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[ikissdhimbck]

She won't be at the Bar long tonight. She had spent nearly a week quietly brooding, and now it was time to go home for a spell. But before she goes, she wanted to be sure she left a few notes.

( Lady Demeter )

( Miss Esfir Shostakovna Yazycova )

( Miss Kate Warner )

( Mr. Ben Wade )

This task completed, she feels much more at ease. She glances surreptitiously around the bar, not immediately seeing any familiar faces. She'll sit a minute, just to say a proper goodbye, and then she'll leave.


[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

This... Milliways... is an interesting place, to say the least. The Medic is impressed, to a degree that he doesn't often reach. Honestly, he wishes the Engineer were here. His reaction would be something to see, that's for sure.

For the moment, though, other concerns are more pressing. RED's got a presence here, even if it's only their scout. Where one appears, others may well do the same. Far, far wiser, therefore, to get a good feel for the layout of the place before going back and reporting. Who knows what might happen...

Tall, dark-haired medical type in a blue lab coat and slightly gurgly backpack, prowling around the Bar in general. Disturb him as you like.



[Tinytag: BLU Medic, Harvey Dent]

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[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

[she was the girl with the string around her neck,
with the boy who could only give her less
it could be more if she learned to never expect,
and now she's her and him and then a baby next.

you exist, when you're living in a dreamworld
OOM.]

A small girl with dark hair and grey eyes enters the bar. At first glance, you think you've never seen her before.

And then something makes you double take. Maybe you saw the sad expression on her face before. Maybe you've essentially raised her since she first came in this place.

Maybe you're related to her and you can finally see the resemblance that has been tugging at your mind forever.

And then you realize. The little girl is the same one who used to run in here, all smiles and red hair and bouncing happiness. Only the red hair is gone...and with it, it seems like the happiness. Instead all that the little girl has is a ratty tauntaun and a new life before her.

(She's dead. Allana Djo is dead and Amelia Solo isn't sure that Allana can ever come back).

And it's not fair. She looks near tears again, near collapse with sadness. She's only four. She can only handle so much.

(She's dead. But she's strong. She'll soldier on. She is a Hapan. She will make her mother...her Gadell...her father and grandfather and everyone proud).

[ooc: omg. okay so Allana's caught up with Legacy of the Force now...which means if you didn't already know this happens...WELL IT DOES. She's not dead, guys, don't come yelling at me with pitchforks D: She'll answer to Allana but introduce herself as Amelia for now. We'll see what happens in that Millenium Falcon book I'm going to have to buy :|. Whateverrrr]

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

[OOM: There are so many ways in which the past can haunt the future.]





[tiny tag: jenny]

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[paragonsoldier.livejournal.com]

If the way she pauses just after coming through the door is any indication, Colene Shepard hadn't expected to be here.

The expression of relief on her face, however, says that she's glad to be here.

She's wearing an outfit that Milliways hasn't seen her in before: her dress uniform, which is royal blue with a knee-length jacket, long sleeves, gold trim and, yes, gold braid. It now boasts a Major's stripes instead of a Commander's. The uniform includes a slew of medals and ribbons by way of accessories, the latest being the Citadel Council Legion of Merit. Shepard is the first human in history to have earned one.

Shepard goes to the Bar and orders some mint tea. She needs a drink to relax, but not the alcoholic kind, as she intends to head back to the Citadel in not too long. She's certainly got time to talk before then, though.

[OOC: Although Shepard has been promoted, her tag will remain "Commander Shepard" for consistency's sake.]

[Tinytag: Commander Shepard]

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

In Yorkshire, time is marching on.

Mary's been busy with the last of her flowers - but it's October now, there, and they've nearly all faded by now. Accordingly, she is in a somewhat melancholy mood. And a jacket.

She has Latin work with her that Galadan has set her. That is not really helping her mood either. Not that it isn't interesting, but she sort of suspects Julius Caesar was a jerk.

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[poor-monkey.livejournal.com]

A ghost bursts in from the lake door, cheeks flushed from energetic running.

Broghan flops down in an armchair, and sighs contentedly. He's up for conversation.

[tinytag: broghan, son of macduff]

Multi-pup post

[ostro_goth]

It is morning, outside, in the garden and by the shore of the lake.

In the sparring grounds by the shore, Teja is attacking his sparring droid with his axe; the metal man is expertly defending himself with a shield and sword. Sometimes, it seems as if the Goth is in trouble -- that is a sparring droid on a very high setting! Teja seems to wish for a challenge, this morning.

In the garden, there is a wheelbarrow piled high with debris, dead and dry plants, torn-out roots. In the bare flowerbeds where that came from, Asar-Suti is planting heather and asters so there is an excuse for a garden, at least, until the snow comes.

On a bench by the door to the bar, Tower is entertaining himself by reading a financial newspaper from early-to-mid September 2008. He reads it with the amused and slightly wistful expression of somebody re-reading his own old blog entries. That was a good time he'd been having, back then...


[[OOC: Say in your tag who you want! For Tower (destroy_restart), the usual warnings in his user info still apply -- approach at your own risk!]]

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[kinshou-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Here, Bar, have a Kitsune Kami. It's been far to long but she's been there waiting for the right time to pounce.

But, well, she's not pouncing.

Currently the young woman is laying upside down on the couch with toe-socked feet dancing to the music of the iPod she has on. It's candy lime green. One of those annoying shades that everyone has to have. Plus the song she is singing along to is just..well..it fits the silly sort of mood she is in.

Totally botherable!

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[old-seadog.livejournal.com]

Someone is in the bar, sitting at one of the tables.

Someone who is wearing a dress with more or less indifferences, no shoes, socks, or... ahem.

Someone else* really hopes she's careful about this.



*Munagement.

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[ather-fledgling.livejournal.com]

The empty space where the front door usually sits in a blink of an eye isn't empty anymore. No opening door, or show of any actual entrance, Aubrey is just there. And after a walk to the bar for a glass of blood, he commandeers a couch by the fire. They're prime real estate, don't you know.

One vampire, wine glass of blood balanced on his knee, on the couch. Botherable.

(no subject)

[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: this is the day everything changes and your world stops turning]







[ooc: Warnings for violence]

[tiny tag: Kate Warner]

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[iamhismummy.livejournal.com]

The Child is in the corner again.

Watching.  Just watching.

Girl, paper, pencils

[artistseyes.livejournal.com]

Girl, pad of high-quality drawing paper, and collection of pencils and charcoals inna bar. April's sitting cross-legged in a comfy chair by the fire with one of the bar chairs in front of her and her art supplies scattered within reach. There's a posterboard propped up nearby:

Free Portraits!
Pencil or Charcoal only
See April Cornwell for Details

Feel free to hit her up for a quick portrait. She might draw you anyway if you get anywhere within eye-shot.

Entrance

[kissofsmoke.livejournal.com]

Where was she? It was a quiet question that Caryn asked herself as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor. Dark hair fell about her face and she sat up to look around. Huh, a bar. That's interesting. 

Her eyes landed on somebody and  faint smile crossed her lips and then disappeared.  There was a woman at the bar, a few others strone about as well. Now, maybe someone could tell her where she was. Though, as she started walking towards someone, her eyes paused on a particular person. Aubrey. What the hell was he doing here? Shaking it off, she went back to what she had been doing.

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[stillbecoming]

Some things are more fun in Milliways than in SoCal in the summer. Like hot cocoa. Buffy has a mug of it, and a seat by the fireplace.

At the moment, though, she's doing a better joke of making swirly designs in her cocoa with melting marshmallows than she is at drinking it. Most of the designs are tiny marshmallow frowny faces. Buffy is subtle and difficult to read.