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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Sometimes you close your eyes
And you see the place you used to live
When you were young...]
Charlie appears in the bar looking...not his best. He has dark smudges underneath his eyes where the tiniest of blood vessels have strained, while he was watching the disc, in the dark. And they haven't been improved by not sleeping. For the moment he's curled in a chair, backed into a corner.

You can bother him, if you feel like it. Though his answers may not be exactly verbose. The mun says botherable!

Warning for adult concepts and possible triggery material in the OOM.

Personal Ad Gone

[alertcommando]

On the notice board:

"Single female seeking another female: someone nice, someone who likes to spend time together, someone who wants to do the normal things a couple does. Someone to be close with. Replies can be left with Bar, to Tanya Adams."

Tanya does not really believe Mary Anne's idea will work... but, who knows?



Monday morning, after four days it is gone: Tanya was right in her pessimism, after all.

She will spend a few minutes tearing the sign to bits, then will toss the bits into the fireplace, before heading upstairs again to take care of her hangover.

It was really silly of her to expect a personal ad to work, but at least that path was eliminated and Tanya does not have to feel like she was not trying all possibilities.

Does not make her any less sad.



[ Tanya Adams ]

First Entrance

[seat_five_girl]

The front door to the bar opens and a girl, carrying a bass guitar, rushes through. Then she stops, turns in a circle, and blinks repeatedly.

"This isn't anywhere I've been on campus before."

Tiny new-girl tag: Ako (Negima!)

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[young_womble]

This is the home of the Wombles.

Wellington has finished chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and is now pottering around the bar, occasionally stopping to look at Human Being things that have attracted his attention. Wombles are, by nature, curious creatures.

On this occasion, he has decided to have a go on the piano whilst it's quiet. Pulling himself up onto the stool, he pushes back the lid and experimentally prods at the keys.

He doesn't try to read the music. His nose only just goes over the edge of the keys, let alone high enough to see the stand. But he seems to be having fun.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate had worked on some more homework earlier in the library, so now it was time for more practice for her auditions. They were coming up soon, and she wanted to perfect some key measures in her pieces. So she was currently sitting on a chair off to the side, and tapping her foot in time as she played. Concentrating on the music.

(ooc: running out to pick up my car. will tag up when I return shortly! BACK!)

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[boundxkitty]

Liz had opened the door to her world this morning and stepped through. In her world it is mid-June. Means perfect weather for a day at the beach, which is where she spent her time. It's also why when she comes through the door into Bar she's in a bikini with a towel around her waist, bare-foot, and her hair is hanging wet down her back.

She doesn't move to go to her room to change but instead settles at a table, proping her feet up on a chair next to her. There's a burger and chili-cheese fries with a coke ordered from a passing waitrat.

So, bikini-clad Liz that's open for company and large plate of chili-cheese fries that is open for sharing if you're nice.

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[sawedoffsndheim.livejournal.com]

There is a Kelsi in the bar. She has, clearly, been around this past month, despite her general lack of EPs and threads, because the narration says so.

Regardless: Kelsi is (as she often is) at the piano, playing around with a piece. Doodling on the piano, as it were. (Just to keep things interesting, she's using only the black keys, not that that's incredibly important.)

At any rate, anyone's welcome to come by and listen.


{Munagement is putting Kels threads on hold, due to too much stuff woah. Shall pick up soon, sorry!}

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Out of Milliways:

Night. Spoilers for Fallout 3.

Armored largely in black, Ellen enters the Bar with her pack empty save for a few days' supplies. Not that she's not armed- shotguns are lovely things, so are laser pistols, and she's got a long club in hand- but the pack's not nearly as heavy as it might've been when she eases it off this time. "Can I get a bottle of Nuka-Cola and something to eat, please?" she asks the Bar as she counts out bottlecaps. "I don't like to dip into my supplies more than I have to... thank you."


[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)]

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[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

With an IPod softly playing tunes from a set of portable speakers to drown out the beating of hearts, an untouched glass of strong bourbon to kick back the scent of blood, and a book - John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany - to occupy him, Jasper's giving himself the chance, on his own, to adjust to Milliways.

Sort of.

He's not exactly interacting much with others - his out-of-the-way booth chosen carefully - nor is he exactly exploring the place - there's still the garage he needs to check out. But he's not exactly scaring off any potential company either.

In fact, anyone that gets within a few feet of the booth would feel very much at ease and calm. Their troubles, while not so much forgotten, are easily ignored.

Jasper, when in this mood, exuding such calm as he is, is very nice to be around.

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

It's not February in Pittsburgh so Justin hadn't had a clue it had recently been Valentine's Day here. Once he realises he missed it, his first reaction is to pout. Then he writes on the Special's Board;

The Post-Valentine Comedown

Got a sad story to tell? Things go wrong on V-Day? Good sob stories get you free drinks!

'Happy Hour open!'


[Tiny!tag; Billy Kaplan, Ryan Evans]

[OOC: Woo, stayed two hours longer than planned. Y'all are awesome but m'gonna have to beg slowtime. Sleep calls! Will catch up tomorrow. :)]

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[ps_you_look_hot]

Though Nikola's first visit to the bar was wonderfully informative (and resulted in him meeting himself of all people), he has yet to be informed of the mechanics of ordering from the bar.

This would explain the slightly perturbed look on his face as he scans the space behind the bar for a bartender.

Someone enlighten him?



tiny!tag: Nikola Tesla (Sanctuary)

[ooc: Bedtime for me. Fade/slowtimes all around, please.]

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[untiedtheknots]

Artemis has staked out a booth and is very slowly nursing a very small glass of Atlantean.

She keeps unfolding and refolding a piece of paper. There is a white rose in her hair.


[ooc: consider this post open until it's off the front.]

[tag of tiny relationship awkwardness: paul avery]

EP

[paladinsuitsyou]

Having a hard time at work makes it very, very nice to not be there. The middle of the workday? Normally Booth might turn around and go right back to work, like a good agent, but not today.

Today, he's getting the Death Glare from the AD who is in charge of the Gormogon case, and he'd just as soon put off going back as long as possible.

It's so bad he considers - but doesn't actually order - a beer. Instead, he goes with coffee and a sandwich and settles in for some people watching.

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[headed4hell]

Detective Grace Hanadarko, Oklahoma City P.D., is having what even she considers to be an odd day.

It's not every day she holds a gun on an angel while he cooks her breakfast in her own kitchen. Nor is it every day that Rhetta, her best friend, accuses her of preferring insanity to the idea that she's been 'chosen by God,' whatever the hell that means. And it's definitely not every day she exits her smoke break stairwell and finds a bar where Major Crimes and her desk ought to be.

Grace has been having a lot of unusual days lately and near as she can reckon, it's all Earl's fault.

Tilting her head, Grace grinds out her cigarette with the pointed toe of her boot and snorts. The book dangling from her hand -- God's Angels, a gift from Rhetta -- is flipped to a nearby table and forgotten. It lands upside down, pages crinkling out of shape.

What was it he said, when she'd told him he's wasting his time, she's not going to church? Something like Heck, Grace, go sit in a dang tree if it'll get you closer to God. You hungry? Real way with words, that Earl.

"Jackass."

So now she's in a bar, one of her favorite places to be. It sure beats the Grand Canyon: less dust, more booze. Earl can take his point and shove it wherever it is angels don't shine. Grace's having a drink.

[Tinytag: Grace Hanadarko, Cal Chandler, Fiona Glenanne]

[ETA: Brain needs sleep, unfortunately. Slowtime? *hopeful* Thank you all!]

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[didntmakeitout.livejournal.com]

So, Doc Potter was not around the bar proper on Valentine's Day.

From looking at him, you might think it was Valentine's Day, because Lady Bar? Has, without prompting, provided him with an alarmingly large number of leftover Valentines, some with messages, others blank, others ripped into shreds.

Bar has also, as something of a consolation prize, given Doc Potter a small bowl of candy hearts.

Having recently discovered that they possess the consistency of chalk, he has pushed the bowl as far away as possible while inundated with Valentines.



... Really, you can have some if you want them. You know, stocking up for next year.

[ tiny tag: doc potter ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth near the infirmary, having a black coffee, doing some paperwork, and wearing a sort of tired but determined expression.

FREE WALK-IN CLINIC
The doctor is in

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[gorgonfondness]

[OOM: After receiving a wishing stone, Mia makes her first wish.]

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[howling_laugh]

Coyote is doing tequila shots at the bar. (She was thinking about Lilly and got nostalgic. She figures Lilly would find this an acceptable tribute.)

No salt or lime, though. Coyote doesn't need any training wheels, especially when it's the good stuff. And why would you drink bad tequila at the end of the universe? Those cigarettes are hand rolled, too.



[Tiny tag of chivalrous justice: Urahara Kisuke!]

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[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie's pretty well caught up on all the work she missed last month, and can now do things like take a few hours in the evening to hang out at her favorite watering hole.

She's sitting at the bar, with a beer and a bowl of smokehouse almonds and a generally good mood.

Come say hi.