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[howling_laugh]

At some point, so early on Sunday morning that it might still count as Saturday night, Coyote slinks into the bar.

She doesn't stop to order anything or talk to anyone. She just leaves a package with the bar, and goes out the way she came.

It's ( for Raguel )

(pseudo) First Entrance (-ish)

[morethanwatcher.livejournal.com]

The door opens and stays propped open for quite some time. Looking through it, a library is vaguely visible through the door. Through it, a man can be seen bustling around, shelving books and pulling others and talking to himself more than a little.

"... of Mystical Disturbances, should be in the stacks... Principia Mysterica is... damn, where did... Ah, yes!"

He finally pulls the cracked-open door open to its full extent, not looking up as he is far too busy sorting through the stack of books in his arms. Nor does he entirely notice that he isn't in his office when he pulls the door closed after him. However, it is when he begins easing the books down to let them rest on his side table and nearly drops them all that he nearly jumps out of is skin. Despite his best efforts, a few of the books tumble to the floor.  The rest join them as he realizes this is not his office. 

He stares around with confusion on his face.

"...What on earth...?"

[ooc: New Giles-mun, so previous millicanon is (at least for the moment) nonapplicable. Giles is, in time, just after 1x03.]

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[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

[OOM: It is the perfect day for playing the game.]


tiny!tag: jane austen

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[interrogoiterum]

[The story so far: Are you ready?]

[Tiny tag: Renee Montoya]

Here Comes Tommy Cottontail...

[quicksilverfast.livejournal.com]

Tommy's door opens up to a familiar bar this morning, and he checks the date --

Thought so.

Milliways, have a bar decorated with flowers, marshmellow birds and bunnies, chocolate eggs, and pastel streamers.

Also, there is a speedster with white rabbit ears sitting in the corner looking smug. Surely he is not to blame for all this!

{ here sporadically throughout the day, so slow tags. feel free to have fun with the decorations, though! }

{ hippity-hoppity tag: Tommy Shepherd }

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[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

Curled up under a tree outside, Jasper has a well-worn copy of Louis L'Amour's Heller With a Gun in his possession and he flips through the pages, reading at a leisurely pace.

Further away from the bar and out in the fresh air as he is, he can relax somewhat more than he might normally. And, though his mood might change at any moment, he smiles, occasionally, at something read and, unconsciously, dazzles the world around him while doing so.

A demon bunny sits near his feet, just sniffing at his snake-skin boot.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Your proving ground is strange.]

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[waste-wanderer.livejournal.com]

Weasel has been lurking in the Bar, keeping a low profile while his shoulder heals up.  (OOC: Actually, his mun's been ill, but we'll pretend otherwise, hmm?)  He's taken Zhaan's antibiotics, been to his follow-up appointments like a good boy, and finally was declared free to leave yesterday.

So, he's now back in his tattered leather jacket, with his gear resting by his feet, scarfing down one last bowl of Sugar Bombs before going home.  Scarfing with impressive speed, we might add...startle him and he may just choke.


[Tinytag: Weasel, Vault 13 Dweller; Ellen, Vault 101 Dweller]

Entrance Post

[walkerofworlds.livejournal.com]

It is generally acknowledged in an Aesir's world view that there is more than one world - nine, if you want to be technical about it. The man standing just outside the grove of trees that skirt the lake shore is reasonably sure he's never seen this area before.

Dressed in deerskin trousers and a linen tunic, he stands six inches over the six foot mark, dark haired and light eyed, one large hand holding onto the reins of his horse. After a careful scan of the area, he moves forward again, his other hand brushing casually against the hilt of a sword buckled at his waist.

Welcome to Milliways, Vidar.


tiny norse tag: Vidar

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Oracle has always been a bit obsessive about contingency planning. Unfortunately she doesn't really have one for keeping an eye on field operatives while on the run.]

[Tinytag: Dinah Lance]

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[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that being woefully unqualified and unprepared ever stopped Mark Antony from doing something that suited his fancy. He has a lot of faith in his ability to show up and charm and/or bully his way through--it hasn't failed him yet.

So it is that today, after sleeping late and having a nice relaxing bath, he finds himself behind the bar, slightly disheveled in his holiday best (complete with lionskin cloak).

On the board he writes, in both Latin and Greek:

Specials:
Barbarian beer
Proper Roman wine
Mead
Gods drink free - Friends of Caesar half-price

How hard can it be? Well, until someone orders a mixed drink, and all bets are off.

[Open all day. Slowtime, but shall return.]

Entry Post

[notimewarp]

Tim stumbles blindly through the door, surprised when he finds himself stepping up to a bar. He turns round a few times, expecting to see a messy kitchen behind him, and maybe a dog on the table.

Okay, well, there is a dog on a table, but neither are his.

He gets a very strong suspicion that this was not what Daisy meant when she said she was going to redecorate the loo.

"What the hell?"

_{[tiny tag: Tim Bisley, the Devil, Daniel Jackson]}

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[noteful]

Meg dropped pictures off to get developed last week, and picked them up on her way home from the library today. (It's a Tuesday, in her world, and Easter was a week and half ago.)

She had planned to go through them when she got back to her room (and label them, and organize to duplicates to give to people, and put the rest in her album).

But the door to her res hall brought her here, instead, so she finds a cup of tea and a table with good light, and starts spreading the pictures out.

(Ah, the days before digital cameras, when there was no way of knowing what sort of pictures you had till you had them.)


[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

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[timedeniedme.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The list of things that Charlie Andrews has never seen gets shorter by the hour.]

Charlie walks through the door laughing, tossing repeated glances (and occasional amused shoulder-punches) behind her. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time," she tells her companion. The backpack swinging from her shoulder is slightly heavier than it was when she left, but the box she'd taken with her has been left behind, so all in all she's about equally burdened now.

But her steps are light and her smile is wide. "Come on, I think we should close the day out with some pie."

She strides straight toward the bar, clearly completely confident that her redheaded companion can keep up.

Tinytag: Reno

Millitimed to yesterday.

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[not_lugosi]

Out of Milliways: Elle and X assist Bela with an experimental demon encounter. It does not go as well as Bela had hoped. Their evening out afterward, however, goes much better than she could have imagined.

Millitimed to a few days ago.

first entrance

[i-was-death.livejournal.com]

Really, from the way that the man in the doorway's face lights up, you'd think he'd been here before.

Dressed in a long, dark trenchcoat, a white wool turtleneck sweater, and dark jeans, Methos steps out of the doorway, still grinning (quite charmingly, we might mention), and takes a seat at one of the empty tables. His complexion is fair, eyes dark and glinting in a way that suggests he has a full deck of cards up his sleeve. He has flyaway black hair, the sort that tends to go every which way when confronted by wind.

He is also, it may be worth noting, carrying a sword, but not conspicuously enough that it's the first thing about him that will get your attention.

(To be fair, although he does like to keep under the general radar, he can be a bit of an attention whore at times.)

Still, the way he's sitting at his table reads that he would absolutely love company.

[ tiny tag that's much, much older than he looks: methos
tiny tag hopped up on spring: demeter
tiny tag in a peace t-shirt: eirene
tiny tag with a job as a carny: em lewin
tiny tag that's an eensy bit clumsy: coreen fennel ]

ooc: mun gone to sleep! open to tags for forever and a day. :D ]

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[notimewarp]

OOM: During Tim's first visit to Milliways, he learns that the bar is nothing at all like the pubs back in London.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips in through the back door, hair and skin damp with what might either be sweat or lake water.

She pauses, slipping her Security badge out of a pocket and pinning it to her belt. And after obtaining food, her laptop, a stack of books, and some paperwork from bar, she settles at a corner booth and gets to work.

She's still keeping a weather eye on the bar, though. Just in case.

It is always better to be careful. Always.

[ooc: Post open for tags until it falls off the front page.]

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[six-ofone.livejournal.com]

Ten minutes ago, Caprica was walking through a forest. The sunlight could barely peek through the leaves of tall trees, creating bright patterns across the leaves that had fallen to the uneven ground (and yet this never seemed to bother her in her tall shoes). There was a creek up ahead, and she could hear soft footprints and rustling in the distance.

They had departed from the Colonies about forty minutes ago, and Caprica had left the command center to lie down. No one wants to look at those dark hallways for too long. But she had stopped the projection once reaching where she had meant to be, and -

Now, Caprica is settled at the Bar, with a green drink served in a wine glass.

She has also learned she likely shouldn't ask the Bar to surprise her.