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[the_cupbearer]

He isn't precisely hiding.

But sitting in a chair in one of the many corners of this place isn't exactly presenting himself for display, either.

Still, he's not averse to some company.

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[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian comes downstairs in worn jeans and a simple t-shirt. He is not the thing of high style at the moment. There is an air of well-earned smugness about him, and he goes to Bar, ordering fragrant cup of tea and a plate of scones for himself before taking his simple meal and settling down on the sofa.

He sips the tea, the last vestiges of sleep fading.

He did like oversleeping, it was a marvelous thing.

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[aleister_author]

When Tyler comes through the door it's with a hand that reaches to slap the light switch beside the entrance that isn't there. This beats the Howard Johnson in nowhere North Dakota, (or was it Kansas? Pennsylvania?) he'd been expecting.

Coffee first, then something to eat and a room. A break, to catch his breathe that's all.

Just a small one, and maybe some nachos.

OOC: Open while it's one the front. Slowtimes for work and hammering at my computer system at home guaranteed. Alas.

Tiny Tag: Tyler Darrow

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[nathaniel_kitten]

Nathaniel is seated in a booth, a notebook open in front of him and a pen in hand as he makes notes and marks off his list.

He's been planning a party.

They needed a party.

He absently picks at a salad he'd ordered between notations, finally feeling useful in all this mess.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon's in the bar after a morning ride. This is starting to become a habit or something. Anyway, he's enjoying a late breakfast and wouldn't be adverse to company.


[OOC: here allll day and into the night. Feel free to tag anytime.]

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[mogget_cat]

There is a pair of pale feet sticking up from the back of the couch.


And the sounds of an upside-down guitar being played quietly.

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[hear_the_voices]

[Damascus, c. 80 A.H.]




[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

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[diything.livejournal.com]

It might only be afternoon in Milliways, but the next time Norah enters, she's dressed for a night out - and actually sporting some jewelry for once. Bracelets dangle from each arm, a strand of pearls hang from her neck, and her makeup is a little darker than it normally is. She wears a gray lacy tank top and a black skirt, but instead of strappy sandals, there's a pair of boots that peek out underneath.

Hey, no one ever said she has to be completely dressy.

She waltzes over to the bar, slightly intoxicated already, but Bar doesn't seem to have a problem with her continuing the drinking here.

(Her door just gets taken away first.)

"Hey!" Norah shouts, making a face. "No fair."

[ooc: Open 'til it falls off the front page.]

[tiny tag: norah lorkowski, tanya adams]

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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett's got the morning off, surprisingly. It's been a fairly quiet week, much to her and Castle's dismay, and in lieu of cases she's had all-nighters full of overdue paperwork and enough caffeine to replace the blood flowing through her veins.

When the door appears to the bar instead of the door out of the precinct and into the city, she walks inside without hesitation. If this is how she's being rewarded for her hard work filing, she's not going to protest. She's heard talk of a beach existing, anyway, and her curiosity is starting to win out.

She orders a drink, and once it's in hand, she heads outside and keeps walking in the direction she's certain its in. Ground turns to sand under her feet, and the scent of salt water overpowers her senses. Before she knows it, she's sitting in it, looking out at the water with a reflective expression on her face.

It's where she'll be for a while, should anyone care to come looking for her.

[tiny tag: kate beckett, kate warner]

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie sits in a quiet corner of the Bar, meditating. And wearing the mask, as it helps to shut things out. His mantra is long but calming.

And yet he is aware of his surroundings. Including anyone who may be nearby.

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter still has the dirt of Eleusis on her feet when she enters the Bar and gets a glass of Retsina.

Her thoughts are still on that quiet place and a time when she hid herself away but she enjoys looking around and seeing the world of the Bar move around her.

Tiny tag: Demeter, Carlotta Brown

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[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

Because the UCLA school year both starts and ends later than is the case at most colleges, YT has not hit summer vacation yet. In fact, today is the next-to-last day of examinations for her.

She's got a microeconomics final tomorrow, and while she's pretty good at math, she's found this subject rather difficult. So she's here in the bar, abusing its time-pausing properties to get in some extra studying.

That doesn't mean she's not botherable. After all, while she's here, she has all the time in the world.

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[time-in.livejournal.com]

Sarah Corvus is leaning behind the bar, idly stirring a highball of vodka and tonic. The specials are on the board behind her. It's been too quiet for her for too long and she's looking for a little action.

Specials
Bionic Beaver
Chumbawumba
Electric Jam
Seattle Smog

First one's on me if you can tell me how the hockey playoffs are going

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: getaway]

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[thisfatefulhour]

[OOM: Millitimed to Tuesday, June 2, in New York.

Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.

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[not_lugosi]

Some days are better than others, and when you're watching them fly by with nothing to show for it? Well. The days that aren't better can be pretty damn bad.

Bela's been keeping herself busy, what with Halloween and its busy selling season approaching once again. She's on track to breaking her sales record from last year. On the days when she doesn't have business to conclude or a con or an angle to work, she's desperate to get out, to escape, if only for a little while.

So she's in her usual booth, slowly sipping her way through a delicious glass (or two or three) of Pinot Noir. If someone doesn't talk to her and help her keep her mind off, well, everything, she's going to scream. Or finish the bottle of wine on her own. Either way.

Tiny tags of tiny: Bela Talbot, Cal Chandler, Demeter

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: "We owe you our lives."]