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[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Zexion is inside sitting by the fire-place, large binder in his lap that he is currently paging through silently. At his side are several advanced mathematics, physics and - metaphysics textbooks. The heat is helping dry them out.

Zexion is outside by the lake, peering into it and observing what he can of the life-forms in there. He's taking notes.

Zexion is inside in another corner nearer to the bar as he silently observes the people there.

Zexion is outside walking the woods. Who knows why?

One of these is real. Three of them are not. But there is almost no way to tell the difference, and they all see and hear the same things.

If Zexion could be pleased with himself right now, he would be.

[Duplitagtion: Zexion]

[Yes, he is in all four places at once. Feel free to tag any of them.]

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[blueshifted.livejournal.com]

Some say that beer is proof that the universe loves us and wants us to be happy.

Barney would tend to agree with that sentiment, which is why he's currently sitting on one of the couches, drinking and watching the fish swim in the fireplace.

It's almost better than football.


[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun]

[[OOC: Wow, this exploded. I must beg slowtimes, my apologies. I'll be tagging back intermittently in the next few hours. Thank you for all the threads!]]

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[a1enzo]

Enzo doesn't often bring his guitar into Milliways. This is because his usual route to Milliways goes through the utility tunnels, by way of the student lounge bathroom. Being spotted bringing a guitar into either would raise some eyebrows.

Sometimes, though, you feel like risking it.

He's here for shameless abuse of Milliways' time-stopping properties a study break, so he's disinclined to play anything very difficult. Thus, I Wanna Be Deleted.


[pianissimo tag: Barney Calhoun]

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[will_scarlett]

The weather has been beautiful lately and so Will had been outside with books of poetry that Bar gave him.

Some of the poetry is nice and makes sense while others just makes his head hurt a lot.

At the moment, the books are being ignored in favor of watching the horses in the paddock and the trees change color.

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[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

Mai pauses as she opens the door to find Milliways.

This place again.

Well, she's here. And the tea is good. She might as well stick around.

Which means that a few minutes later she's sitting at a table out of the way with a teapot and a single glass. She is neither expecting nor inviting company.

(But don't let that stop you!)

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[vance_prime]

[Millitimed to yesterday: Alyx pays a visit to the Wells household and does a few odd jobs.]

We hope you weren't looking to sit at that one extremely well-lit table right in the middle of the room. It's currently covered with papers, on which a shabbily dressed Afro-Asian woman is scribbling furiously. Her handwriting and drafting skills leave something to be desired, but anyone who bothers to look at them will find sketches of cameras, electrical diagrams, and a floor plan with a house and various outbuildings.

Dare you ask what she's working on?

[tiptoe through the tinytags with me: Alyx Vance, Darryl "Mother" Roscow, Jennifer Sanders]

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[anold-soul.livejournal.com]

Well, well, well. Look who's here.

...

No, it's not Billy. Sorry. But it is Tommy Solomon and he is seated in the bar and he does have one of those small, conical paper party hats strapped to his head. It is purple. He has a cigar in his mouth, although he is not yet smoking it. There is a bowl of bar nuts in front of them, although he is not really eating them, because there is already a cigar in his mouth (and the rats still freak him out). He is resting his elbow on an elaborately engraved, cheaply made plaque.

Someone is the Solomon family employee of the week. Hats off to Tommy.

Zzzz!

[weighing-hearts.livejournal.com]

Every few moments there is a beep that comes from a large table, followed by a series of curses. Apparenly, Mr. Jacquel is trying out a new game.

He thought 'Operation' would come easy, but the increasing profanity suggests this isn't the case.

He's in desperate need of help, or at least someone to show him how it's done.

(ooc: open for new tags until it's off the first page, come show him how it's done! heading off for the night however)

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[scurlock]

Doc is sitting at a table near the back door.

He has a cup of coffee sitting next to him, and is reading from what appears to be a textbook, given the size of the book and the title: Anatomy of the Human Body by Henry Gray.

Though, if we're being honest, Doc is really just slowly flipping from page to page, looking at the stunning engravings and diagrams. The level of detail is incredible.

His coffee has gone somewhat cold. He doesn't really care. Anyone who's been watching him would know he hasn't touched it in nearly a half an hour, going on forty-five minutes...



[ooc: open and botherable until i say it's not!]


tiny tags: BLU Medic, Miss Katherine Barlow

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[nottaprincess.livejournal.com]

((OOC: So, the mun was going to offer you an OOM moving Yuki through canon. But the scene involved just won't write well, so have a link to the canon, instead!))

There is a schoolboy at the Bar, tonight, looking somewhat stunned. He's normally quiet and reserved, just by habit, but it's an attitude generally accompanied by a sense of uncertainty, as if he has something to say and just isn't sure how to phrase it. Not tonight. Tonight he's just sitting there, brooding and looking a lot like he would had everything back home suddenly turned neon pink and begun rickrolling everything else.

He's also sipping at a little cup of green tea. This might be the first time he's felt it mildly unfair that the Bar doesn't give out alcohol to the underage. But company would be welcome, nevertheless! Even the weirdest Milliways patron would make the world feel a little more sane for him, right now.

(Oh, gosh, that's tempting fate, isn't it?)

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

She really, really ought to stop playing.

For a week, at least.

But Scaramouche is just a leeeeettle addicted to this 'real music' thing. She's got her iPod on, one ear-bud in, the other off so she can hear what she's playing as well. Her 'chair' is actually a table of a booth, and she's sitting on the edge so she can let her feet swing.

She also has a box of stuff, but that's a different project.

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[noteful]

Meg is beginning to see the advantages of finding Milliways in the university library, and they can be boiled down to one word: coffee.

Though, of course, student cannot live by coffee alone.

She must also have chocolate.

Without taking her eyes off the book she's reading, Meg fishes in her bag, finds a bag of peanut M&Ms (the protein in the peanuts makes them a legitimate meal choice, right?).

She probably should have looked away from the book to actually open the bag, though. Distracted, she pulls harder than she intends, and sends peanut M&Ms skittering over the floor.

Oops?


[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is outside, bundled up. It's easy to see her as she indulges her love of bright colour in Milliways and thirty six feet or so of burnt-orange cloak stands out. Even in the landscape of Milliways. She is reading, face tilted toward her book in such a way that her living eye can both skim the pages and watch for Man-sized beings that may come out to her.

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[talkback.livejournal.com]

Chase is over by the bar, having a soda and flicking through a sports magazine.

He pauses, using the straw to suck up the pips from the orange slice in the glass, then waits for a suitable victim before shooting them with it.

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[bringonthewonder]

[OOM: Sometimes, there's no place like the witness stand, if you're going to take a stand.]