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[middle-name-s.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks Deer Meadow:

Lunch Time.]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: you're wounded and playing a waiting game]





[tiny tag: Kate Warner]

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[neveranyeasier.livejournal.com]

[oom:]

far away
this ship is taking me far away
far away from the memories
of the people who care if i live or die

tiny tag: alexander mahone

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: hold on to yourself
for this is gonna hurt like hell]

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[justdidntseeit]

[ oom: and i'm wound up small and tight ]

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[kevlar-diamond.livejournal.com]

Penny slipped in through the door, a dog at her heels. It had...been a while. Her steps held a new hesitance as she secured a chair, and her black bandages were replaced by something darker, thicker...and more structured. A coat, done body suit style. IT even had gloves, to cover her claws...and that was what she was still working through really.

On the table before her was an apple, and she took a moment to just pick it up, holding it, unharmed in wonder. She didn't think that delight was ever going to wear off. She was touching, and holding...and it was sheer joy.

Was it any wonder she'd found her life back home infinitely distracting?

She could only wonder so long though, so with a smile and last, careful tap against the apple, she freed her gloves and cut her snack into slices. Then it was on to homework...it was still far easier to dip her fingers in ink than use a pen. It was...natural.

Mathematics was the hardest subject for her, mainly because she had seen the world around her do too many odd things for simple numbers to define. But if she was to pass her O'levels, she'd need to figure it out. The top of her paper read Structure: Abstract Algebra in elegant copperplate. Under that the numbers began..and she was already butchering a few problems.

[Mun had a bad night at work and needed a nice character in. Slow is kind of a necessity given schedules. Apologies!]

{Tiny Tag: Penance}

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is, as usual, studying the papers. Specifically, he's looking at the crime news, and it's ever more clear that the street gangs of Gotham are trying to fill the void left by the demise of the Mob. It never gets easier, does it? Then again, at least things won't get dull.

Come say hello to the reporter.

{ooc: usual likelihood of work-related slowtime. Open to new tags till 4 pm Eastern.]

The Night of the Neglected Pups

[wildwld-gadgets.livejournal.com]

A clear night can, in fact, be seen over the shoulder of the sheikh who wanders into the bar today. He is wearing rich looking silks of amber and green hues and he stops dead in his tracks before giving a chuckle.

"Lady Bar, it has been some time hasn't it?" he says with an american accent and wanders to the fire to order a cigar and a brandy from a wait-rat. If one were to look closely, one would have to question the authenticity of this Sheikh's dress and the fellows features seem a tad more European than Arabic.

Of equal note, is the fellow sitting near him eating a large banana split while he watches the window in bemused fascination. The Emperor Norton has been absent from the bar for too long but today he has returned!

He is wearing his trademark beaver hat and today he carries his umbrella instead of sword; it has been raining back home you see.

[[Two neglected Pups and one Mun seeking to rectify. Please note which pup you wish to tag or they will chose for you.]]

[[Tiny tags: Emperor Norton, Artemus Gordon]]

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: I trust you if you say it's good
you wouldn't hurt me
and I don't think you could]





[tiny tag: Kate Warner]

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[childofathos]

[oom: Added late, because mun forgot. Teyla receives mixed news.]


When Teyla walks into the bar this morning--not where she'd expected to be but not (after checking to make sure she's not Bound again) an entirely unpleasant surprise--she's glowing. In that way that women tend to glow about nine months before they start losing an awful lot of sleep.

She gets a breakfast of fruit, pastries and tea from the bar and settles herself by the fire, cross-legged in a chair.

itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka dot tag: Teyla Emmagan

[ooc: Open all day.]

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[jv-034.livejournal.com]

John's got a lot on his mind today. The mess at home, the conversation with Ianto last night... it's a lot to think about, really. So much so, that he's trying something that Ryu kind of put into his head: art. It's hard to practice an art when your mind is in turmoil, but it's just as easy to get that mind peaceful when doing something.

That may be why he's brushing up on his Kirkegaard and his Sartre. It may not be much, but it's a start. He's also got his sign hung up over his head.

He's open to any more food for thought; Feel free to interrupt.

[Tiny Telekinetic Tag: Dr. John Vattic.]

You know that old saying, about what you wish for?

[seaweedbrain.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you've gotta know what I mean, right? I mean, it's pretty simple. It's staring you right in the face.

Kind of like the door that decided to show up.

I'm trying to enjoy my pizza and my blue coke and everything, I really am, but I can go home and that is a big thing. It also makes me wonder why I was even sent here or what I did or what I'm supposed to do or what.

Did that mean my dad had changed his mind? Or had it been my dad at all?

What would it be like to walk through the door? What would be different?

That's why I'm still eating my pizza. Because I don't know.

[tiny tag: percy jackson]

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[foxy-rogue.livejournal.com]

The fact that an archer strolls through the front door, whistling idly and looking like he hasn't a care in the world isn't that unusual, at least not around here.
The fact he's a fox with a liking for green is a little more odd, yes.

Robin stops at the bar only long enough to grab a water sac, then heads out back to the archery range. He's got to keep his eye up to his highest standard, or things may go badly tomorrow.

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[bitunlikely.livejournal.com]

[OOM: You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot and you haven't got a clue. Somehow I'll make a man out of you.*]


*no song lyrics were butchered in the making of this oom


[tiny tag: jenny]

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[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

Mun is bored so John is seated at the bar in his usual place, with his usual pint and ashtray. He enjoyed the Bistort stout he had at yesterday's Happy Hour, but a bloke can't just throw away a lifelong fidelity to Guinness just because he dallied with another pretty pint, now can he?

He's idly smoking a cigarette and looking out the Observation Window. Muse and ponder, John. Muse and ponder...


[OOC: open as usual until it falls off the page and breaks its neck]

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[cptbialarcrais.livejournal.com]

Bialar has discovered the outside is more than just a panorama that's easy on the eyes. That it actually exists and he can actually go out.

So he has done and he's now sitting at the edge of the lake. Still in his uniform because it's a little bit of reality to hang on to - he doesn't know if he can get back... or where 'back' actually is - his surviving the Starburst wasn't something he expected.

The lake is quiet and still - perfect for being melancholy reflective.

He is remembering skimming stones as a child (lake stones boy - it's a universal language) To the casual observer it might seem he's planning on reliving his childhood, what with his hand clenched around something, only it's not a stone.



[OCC: Feel free to bother him. He'd appreciate having his mind taken off how quiet it is in his head *worries*]

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[will_scarlett]

[After a rainy day in Sherwood, Will and Kate dry off.]

(OOC: Warnings for two rather passionate and silly teenagers.)

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[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Faye's tending bar again this week! She's got a Theme in mind this time.

Carefully, she writes:

Hurricane Party Special!
Due to the fact that a huge storm is brewing in the Gulf of Mexico back home, I'm throwing a Hurricane Party!*
Any drink with the words "hurricane", "flood", "cyclone", "tsunami", "wave", or "tornado", etc, in the name gets 50% off!
Some examples:
Californian Hurricane
Blue Wave
Oklahoma Tropical Twister
Acid Rain


*Faye's a bit more, um, adventurous than I am. No offense meant to anyone in Ike's path! Be safe, be well!

ETA! I'll be gone for a bit from 5-6ish pm, EST, but after that tags will resume. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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[gothams-knight.livejournal.com]

Harvey's been trying his door (it still opens to the same closet) for the better part of half an hour now and it's not working. Okay. Fine.

Getting pen and paper he scribbles a quick- Note that he asks the Bar to give to security or "Whoever's in charge at your earliest convience."

He is rewarded with a coke, a burger, and a notebook complete with pen.

Once upon a time when he fancied himself the next Vincent Bugliosi, Robert Jackson, and Gerry Spencer all rolled into one he was big about keeping his closing notes.

This isn't particularly for fun. He's been here for the better part of a half an hour now since he wrote his note to security writing what should have been the closing arguments for his case against Maroni.

[This post is a dog chasing cars tiny tags: Harvey Dent, Notes, ooms]

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[action_rad]

After having taken Daniel to school [all while listening to the young Witwicky go on at length about how awesome his costume was going to be, and how all his friends would be jealous], Rad walks into Milliways with a look that could be described either as "mild relief" or "what a nice surprise to be here". Locating his DS Lite, he asks the bar for her suggestion of a microbrewed beer served up with Tostitos and home-made salsa, heads over to that part of the bar [with Lionizer in tow] that sees reasonable traffic, and sits down to pick up where he left off in his game [while said cat-bot lies down underneath the table].

Ordinary days are often the best of days...

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[magic_ferret]

It was just a single step, but you don't always take the same path.

Yunno is hard at work with a box of electronics and a series of textbooks. Well, really he's more inside the box of electronics and ducking out to consult The Encyclopedia of Electric Circuits or an apparent High School text Fundamentals of the Mass Effect: a Modern Approach.

This is what leads to a ferret with a wire wrapping tool humming under his breath and occasionally muttering about advanced physics.


Tiny Tag: Yunno Scrya

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[aimedforthemoon]

The Russian astronaut is feeling mildly lazy today, which is why she's down in the bar instead of upstairs with the flight-sims. Leisurely breakfast, washed down by coffee and Bar had been kind enough to provide a newspaper.

(It may be a mild apology for those earlier newspapers. Or it might not. It's hard to tell, and this is one question she isn't sure that she wants the answer to.

It's a Russian newspaper (and in its original form it would be read on screen, not paper), but there is an English (American) one to the side. As Esfir figures, it never hurts to read what others think. And write.

Especially given she's reading about a joint USSR-US space mission to Jupiter.

(The year on the front page, if anyone is curious, is 2010)

tiny!tag: the russian astronaut

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[gonna_live]

Simon Tam is on a field trip, to return in a few days.

Kaylee Frye is tired of staring at walls, tired of working, tired of protein, and mostly tired.

She doesn't stoop so far as to dress up to go to Milliways -- that would be taking things just one step too far -- but she's wearing a (high-necked) shirt, and looking (mostly) calm.

First things first: dinner, and dessert. Dinner is meat on a stick. Dessert is fruit on a stick. There are sticks involved. There is also a booth involved.

Also, something pink and poisonous-looking in cocktail form. If you're going to do something, do it right.

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[wheatencrown]

The weather is starting to have a chill and white strands are appearing among Demeter's gold locks as she sits by the fire, staring into the flames and not paying attention to the Bar around her.

Tiny tag: Demeter

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing his harp.

The season is turning cool again; the summers north of Hadrian's Wall are brief. So the Goth is wearing his Tyrian purple cloak again, for the first time since summer; and warm socks under his caligae.-

He is playing slowly, fingers experimenting on the strings -- regular patterns of notes, wandering up and down the scale in opposite directions. Regular and abstract, as the woven borders that the Goths wore on their clothing.

But some of what Teja plays sounds positively baroque.-

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[not_lugosi]

Bela steps in from a cool October night in Queens. She's opened a door to Milliways three times in the past month, but decided not to come in until now.

She goes to sit at the bar.

"A Cosmo, please," she says, shrugging out of her leather coat. She could use some distraction tonight. It's been a tiresome week.

Teensy tag: Bela Talbot, Esfir Shostakovna, Cerberus, Wilbur Whately

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[whitestshoes.livejournal.com]

The receptionist who stumbles into the bar is all dressed up with nowhere to go.

... actually, that's not entirely true. She was supposed to be meeting Jim for a date at that little Italian place they liked, and when she opened the door of her apartment, she wound up... well, here.

Since it doesn't look like she'll be leaving any time soon, Pam decides to sit at a table, order a drink, and make an attempt at a conversation or two until a) she can leave for her date or b) her date shows up.

At this point? She's just hoping no one from work sees her like this.

[ooc: open to all tags!]

la petite tag: pam beesly, maxwell smart

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[acts_of_gord]

Someone once asked the most successful sniper of the Second World War how he got to be so good, and received the answer "Practice". Gordon knows about this man and his statement and has taken it to heart. His pulse rifle is receiving one last good going-over indoors, where it's nice and well-lit, before Gordon heads out to the range with it. He's got to do something to keep busy until the door opens again, after all, and he doubts that Alyx or Fury could object to target practice.


[tinytags: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Annabelle Newfield]

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[vyvyan]

[oom: Vyvyan ignores the warning signs.]

The door opens and Vyvyan's head bounces through it, followed by his body.

His body is still walking, and gives his head another kick. As soon as he's rolled up the right way, Vyvyan's head yells at the body.

"Stop doing that you stupid bastard! Come here and pick me up so we can reattach!"

[tinytag: Vyvyan.]

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[superplumber.livejournal.com]

A little man runs into the bar and jumps on a waitrat.



What? That is the punchline.

[ tiny plumber tag: mario ]

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

It's a night for a bonfire. There's no real particular reason, but Ace has never needed a particular reason. She just really likes a good bonfire.

With s'mores, of course. S'mores, and hot cocoa in thermoses.

It's little things that make happy pyros.

Of all the times....

[command_dot_com]

Don't let anybody know this.

Dot's just finding being pregnant to be a little tiring.

And not longer after polishing of 3 burgers, 2 orders of fast fries, and 2 big mugs of Ray's Green Stuff...

Our dear COMMAND.COM is fast asleep.

Shhh....

We wouldn't want to.... ...wake her now would we?

Out of Milliways: Suite 111

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

((OOM. Goldy doesn't pull any punches in a post-coital chat with her latest lover, one Barney Stinson. Being a well-seasoned player himself though, he busts her 'use and discard' game before she gets around to kicking him out. And from there a beautiful alliance is formed.))



[tiny tag: Barney Stinson]