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[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

One quiet shrink, seated at the bar. There is a small pile of newspapers on the bar near him, but Malcolm apparently hasn't found anything interesting in them. You can tell that because he's spending his time instead arranging peanuts in vaguely geometric patterns.

The scotch, though, is his usual.

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[benloserz.livejournal.com]

There is a Ben Winchester at Milliways.

Ben is laying on a couch, fast asleep. In scrubs.

On the floor near him are a gym bag marked 'Detroit General EMT Service' and a coat with paramedic badges and similar identification to the bag.

There is a black-furred sharpei/bulldog mix, about one year old, laying on said coat, a bowl of water nearby. The dog is as fast asleep as its owner.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross

(an old world made new on the same holy ground)]

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[withahumanface.livejournal.com]

Last night, there was a hard, drenching rain in Montreuil-sur-mer.

Early this morning, Javert chased a thief through the streets. He caught the man, of course, made the arrest, and continued with his day.

It's early evening now, and the splatters of mud on the bottom of the Javert's long gray redingote are completely dry. It would be easy enough to brush off, except that Milliways has seen fit to take the place of his room again, and Javert has discovered by now that closing and re-opening the door does nothing to discourage it.

He steps inside, resigned, and chooses a table where he can keep an eye on his surroundings. This has little to do with Milliways, and everything to do with instinct.



[tinytag: javert]

[OOC: Open till it falls off the front page.]

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[reallyaduck]

[OOM: After her brief stay in the bar, Duck - or, rather, Princess Tutu - figures out how to rescue her prince from today's danger.]

[oom] Hair of the Dog

[justcallmefee]

Heart breaker, soul shaker
I've been told about you
Steamroller, midnight stroller
What they've been saying must be true.

[ tiny dangerous tag : Fiona Glenanne ]

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[reallyaduck]

Duck runs through a door -

- and, for the first time, the arrival of Milliways meets with a sigh of relief!

"Oh, gosh," she says, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and takes a deep breath, leaning against the wall. "Oh, gosh."

(She has not yet noticed that - for reasons known only to the Bar, or possibly to the inhabitants of Xargon 6, whose national festive costume holiday it is today - her school uniform has changed to a gold-and-white ballet costume, and her hair wrapped up in a bun on top of her head, under a crown.

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[theflyingsquirl]

Spring has returned, and with it the awakening from hibernation (or, if you prefer, 'seasonal narcolepsy') of one mutant man-squirrel, back to his usual normal-world self. That world is a very different place than it had been when he had gone to sleep--for one thing, his fiancé has taken office as vice president, and he himself is a governor.

He has a mansion. And his own household staff. And a job that he has literally slept through the first couple months of, and nobody has noticed. It might just be the best job any supervillain has ever had, but he doesn't want to just rest on his laurels; he feels energized toward evil, as he always does in the spring.

But evil can wait until after breakfast. He shuffles through the door in his pajamas (with the seal of Pennsylvania embroidered on the pocket) and fuzzy slippers, freshly showered, trailed by three young squirrels.

Highly botherable, if you don't mind parody-evil.

[tiny tags: squirrel]

[ooc: open until it falls off the page]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's got a lot of traveling yet ahead of her, and she's aware that not all of it is going to be accomplished within a day's walk of Megaton. She's all right with the darkness, and with having to travel without a companion, but it's occurred to her that it's going to get downright quiet out there. There was always some kind of noise in the Vault somewhere, even if it was only electrical humming, and the thought of all that empty... well, it doesn't go over well, that's all.

She's taking a few measures in advance to prep for that kind of quiet. The first one involves music. There were quite a few instruments in the Vault, most of them centuries old. Homemade instruments just took forever to get in tune and almost never stayed there. Unfortunately, she hasn't seen many on the surface, except one on a shelf at Moira's. Lucky for her the Bar dispensers had access to one, which is why there's now a grey-haired young woman in a blue and gold jumpsuit practicing with a harmonica by the fire.

(Those who are familiar with the works of Gene Pitney or James Taylor would realize she's playing "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance". She's fairly good at it, too.)


[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller), Charlie Monroe, Alyx Vance. Open 'til it falls off the page.]

Happy Hour!

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Aziraphael edges tentatively behind the bar like he's not quite sure he's supposed to be there, and stares around somewhat helplessly at the implements surrounding him. After a few hushed and hurried conversations with what appears to be a napkin, he writes some items on the specials board:

Château Lafite 1975

Old-Fashioned

Angel's Wing

He sighs at the last one, but it was rather a condition of keeping Bar cooperative.

"Can I get anyone anything?" he asks the crowded room tentatively.



A late addition to the specials board is added once things get going: Mango and Orange Smoothie (non-alcoholic)



ETA: OOC: And the mun is off for the evening! I'll pick up tags tomorrow - thanks for coming by!

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting near the trilobite tank, bottle feeding Alexander.

He looks tired, but the two of them are content and relaxed. And entirely botherable.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, dressed in her gray-and-black X-Force gear that is covered in tears and bloodstains, slips in through the front door.

She makes her way quickly across the bar, heading upstairs to her room for a shower and a change of clothes. She did not want to go back to Greymalkin Industries after the mission, and she does not want to startle Mr. Simmons and her other neighbors.

Less than a half hour later, damp-haired and dressed in a clean red tank top and black track pants, X grabs a sandwich and milk from Bar and settles at a corner table.

She's barefoot.

It is comfortable.

[ooc: Open for tagging until it falls off the front page.]

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[fairytaleknight]

[OOM: A moment ago, in Princess Tutu 1.6: Dornröschen (thread still in progress complete)]

The door to the backstage dressing room leads to Milliways. That's all Fakir needs to make his day even pleasanter than it was already. Besides, that is, a costume involving a golden vest over a white shirt with frilly sleeves. Fakir stares down at his outfit in bemused horror.

The front door, Fakir notes, is still visible. Fakir could return through it. He probably should, especially since he left Mytho sitting next to Rue, and he has no confidence in Mytho's ability to follow Fakir's orders and ignore Rue. However, if Fakir has to dance with that idiot girl, he might as well take a moment to compose himself first.

[ooc: The player, rymenhild, is approaching dissertation chapter deadlines and would therefore prefer to avoid slowtimes. If possible, let's try to bring threads to wrap or fade points tonight. Ping AIM: manuscriptgeek with any questions.]