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[ever_lovin]

When Ben decided to take breakfast in Milliways today he was not expecting the three books that were waiting for him but they were a nice surprise. Ben had studied Judo briefly about a decade ago but decided his own mix of street fighting, boxing and wrestling was enough for him.

Then again, he had recently had his rocky hiney handed to him by a young punk with too much ease for his comfort. Maybe it was time to mix things up a bit and study Judo again. Ben did have a reputation he wasn't ready to let go of yet.

So Ben is flipping through the books as he enjoys his steak and eggs, occasionally standing to try out some of the stances or making odd sweeping gestures to try out the moves.

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

There's a rabbit-boy nestled in a booth on one side of the Bar, whistling along to the song that's playing out of the headphones that he's taken off and settled to the side. Needless to say, this doesn't make for the best listening conditions - even at full volume, it's only a soft hum over the bustle of the place - but he's busy with something else, at the moment.

You see, even though it hasn't hit Christmastime in his world, just yet, all that shopping for gifts for people in Milliways made it a little tempting to pick up something silly for himself...which is why he's lounging about and poking through the sizable make-up kit that's settled in front of him.

He hasn't quite gotten around to using any of the various powders, paints, and pastes in the purple, plastic box, mostly because he's still trying to figure out what a lot of them are, but it's only a matter of time. The only real question is whether he turns them on himself or some hapless passer-by gets accosted.

Run, Milliways, run.

(OOC: Open until I say otherwise. :D)

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted and go

Drink beer with the guys...

...and chase after girls...]

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[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

There are two very happy Young Avengers sitting on the couch.

Exhibit A: Teddy Altman. Tall, blond, in a kimono, goofy smile, ring on his left hand.

Exhibit B: Billy Kaplan. Not as tall, black-haired, comic books, matching goofy smile.

Or, that's how it would work in theory. B sitting on A's lap and cuddling together tend to rather complicate these things.

But they are still totally okay with company!

Two muns, two pups! Tag one, probably get both. Beware of slows on the radar, though.

[Tiny Teen Tags: Teddy Altman, Billy Kaplan]

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[will_scarlett]

[OOM: Atton and Will get rid of some stress in London.]

When the door opens, Atton and Will are looking a bit bruised and battered but grinning a lot as they head towards the Bar for food.

(OOC: Joint EP, tag one, tag both, you'll probably get both.)

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is sitting at the Bar, noodling on his guitar, when he feels the change run down him. His hands suddenly get bigger, not by much, but enough to make his fingering go awry. The Bartop is a little further away.

"Dude!" he cries. "I'm speeding up! Finally!" It's only been four months since he last compiled; formerly, the average has been six.*

"Heyyyy... so that means..." He leaps up, gives the guitar to Bar to hold, and runs off to find Dot.


*Translated into Earth time for your convenience.




[[OOC: All other tags to take place after the Dot subthread. Enzo is to be found wherever, 5'½" (an inch and a half taller than before) and in full gloat mode.]]

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[scurlock]

Earlier today, Doc noticed that his door was back.

He hadn't tried to open it, but he knew it was unlocked. The Landlord wasn't so cruel as to tempt him with a locked door (at least he hoped) so he finished what he needed to do, packed his bag, and then had scrawled a few quick notes to be left with bar on the way out. There was one for Katherine, another for Billy, one for Will, and a final one for anyone else who asked about him or needed to know where he'd gone.

( Notes. )

Those left, he donned his coat and hat, wrapped his scarf around his neck, shouldered his bag and then headed out the door. He wasn't looking forward to the ice storm he'd left behind.


[no tags please, exit post only. thanks!]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: One more shot. Does not involve actual shooting]

Guppy is in a booth by the infirmary, with a large pharmacology text book, a cup of tea and a sign on the table.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

Happy Hour!

[fatboyrun.livejournal.com]

It has become something of a tradition.

DOOR:
Opens.

DENNIS DOYLE:
Flies through and skids through the bar, diving (ungainly and awkward, unathletic) through tables and spaces between patrons.

DENNIS:
--'scuse me, excuse me, would you get out of the way--!

DENNIS:
Dives over the bar; comes up a few seconds later, breathing hard.

Scribbles something indecipherable on the specials board.

DENNIS:
[weakly] Happy Hour open for business.

Today, tradition is upheld. At the end of it, Dennis is half-slumped over the bar, dressed in his easily-recognizable security guard uniform from his other job. (In case anyone doesn't recognize it, the metal tag above the brim of his hat says 'SECURITY'.)

The scrawl across the specials board says something that may or may not be MARTINIS.

One of these days, Dennis is going to get on the timeliness bandwagon.

[tag: dennis doyle, gordon o'dell]

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[ellectrical]

When Elle slips onto a bar stool, she's greeted with a plate of thin gingerbread cookies, a cup of hot cider -



- and a messily wrapped Christmas present.

She picks up the present, inspects it with a close look and by briefly putting it to her ear (possibly to check if it's ticking), and puts it back down again, deciding to go for the cookies first.

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[mach5racer.livejournal.com]

And here is Speed Racer, once again in the bar. He looks around for a moment and shakes his head. He smirks for a moment as he's still not believing that there is a Bar at the End of the Universe. He finds a perch at the bar and thinks to himself a moment. His eyes concentrating.



[mini tag: speed racer]