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[sunbaked_baker]

The smell of warm, inviting, freshly-baked bread precedes Sunshine's entrance from the kitchens by a good three minutes as she removes the loaves from the ovens and sets them into a large, cloth-lined basket.

Having carried the full basket out into the bar, bringing a fresh gust of warm baking smells with her, Sunshine settles with the bread basket at a table. She almost misses the table with the basket, but at least she doesn't spill anything this time.

Soon, signs are arranged.

Freshly-Baked Bread!
Yeast Bread- $7.50
Sweet Soda Bread- $7.75
Pecan-Cranberry Bread- $8.00
Garlic-Rosemary Bread- $8.00
Cracked Wheat Bread- $7.75
Orange-Maple Bread- $8.00
Sweet Habenero Cornbread- $7.50
All $1/slice

Sunshine sits at the table, stretching her pleasantly tired muscles and looking around for a waitrat. And potential customers, of course. Those too.

(Tiny Tag: Sunshine)

(ooc: Mun has gone to sleep! Slowtime on all threads, plz. New tags will be picked up Sunday night.)

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[the_dorian_gray]

[OOM: Millitimed to Thursday: Dorian and Demeter spend an afternoon in bed, and then that night, Dorian gives Ganymede a new lesson in pain and pleasure.

Warnings for smut in both threads, as well as BDSM themes in the Ganymede thread.]

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[nathaniel_kitten]

[OOM: Following Jason's overdose, Nathaniel makes a decision and goes to see his vampire about it. However, it goes about as well as anyone could expect. Warnings for angst and woe.]

happy hour

[likesthecoat]

Ianto finds being in the bar today to be a pleasant surprise. It's a Sunday, the Rift is quiet, and he's got his diary under his arm. A quiet place to write and think about this is just what he was hoping for.

Once he sits at the bar, though, a familiar napkin pops up, and he can't say no.

He puts his jacket and diary away in a safe place and writes:


Today's Specials
COFFEE
any way you like it
(within reason)



[tiny decaffeinated tags: Cal Chandler, Mia Ausa]

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Alright now, little sister, she's alright with me...]

After spending some time away from the bar and all but one of its inhabitants, Moon and Charlie are back, with a new familiarity that lends itself quite well to the current situation.

So, there is a Charlie lying haphazardly on the couch. He may not be entirely happy, yet, not knowing what he did about the things still to come--and those that had happened already--but it's better. He knows he can lean on someone, for a while. Maybe after all this is done.

[tiny tag: Charles Monroe]
[OOC: OOMs are Millitimed to last week, implied return before Jason's birthday thread.]

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[hear_the_voices]

[Nebraska, 12 January 1888 A.D.]



[tiny tags: Anna Milton, Castiel]

Paper airplane!

[longlonghair]

Rapunzel is slightly bored, and has been sitting at a table sketching various people she spots around the bar. On a whim, she takes a fresh sheet of paper and writes at the top:

Write down a secret and then throw it away!

She thinks for a few moments and then adds her own secret:

I've been bound for over two years. I don't think I ever want my door to show up again.

Once she finishes, she folds into a simple paper airplane and launches it into the bar to land where it will, and goes back to sketching.

Beside the Lake, after dark, open to all.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher walks the edge of the darkened lake, brooding and hurt. His room - or at least his furniture, and most particularly his bed - is no more than matchsticks, the victim of rage that had overwhelmed him when Nathaniel had walked out the door. Mania past, Asher was left feeling weak, broken, and unable to think about staying in his room. The memory of last night, so sweet when he awoke, now tortures him. He is alone once again, all the worse for how suddenly it happened. Changing out of his clothes - and knowing he will not wear them again, unable to separate them from tonight, he dresses in black, knee-high boots over breeches, a black shirt, black frock coat.

His hair is unbound, hanging over his face, and Asher keeps his gaze on the waters as he walks. He sits, at last, far away enough from the bar that he can only dimly hear noise, staring blindly into the lake as pink-tinged tears roll down his face.

[ooc: Shortly following this OOM, with warnings for mopey, angry Asher. Poke him at your peril.
Tiny!Mopey!Tag: Asher
Tiny!Scared!Tag: Laerke ]

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[vance_prime]

Alyx Vance and the rest of the contingent from her world are going home sometime very soon.

Before they do, though, Alyx has one last commission to work on.

She's got Ellen Park's stealth suit in pieces on the table. It's proved slightly easier to work on than she'd anticipated, but since it seems that no one in that world has ever heard of a transistor, that's not saying much.

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Picture this scene.

You're heading home after a mercifully short Game and decide to stop by your wife's place of employ to pick her up. So you do.

How sweet of you. And she tells you just that.

Now you're at your apartment, preparing for a quiet night in and a cuddle on the couch, watching an MPEG you both can agree on.

When you open your door, it opens to—wait for it—the Bar at the End of the Universe.

Okay. So it's not home, it's not quiet, but the drinks are nice and ever-flowing and you can still make out even if there's an audience about you.

Pity all the good snogging spots are taken cursors your luck.

So what do you do?

Well, you might try heading over towards the source of the music you've just heard, to discover that it's largely vacant [Privacy! Hurray!]. Perfect for a snog session.

The drinks are flowing, the snuggling is wonderful, the music is catchy...

...maybe a little too catchy.

You're humming along, tapping your finger and then...

You start twitching, because that music seems to have an infectious quality to it and code it you're trying to resist, but as everyone who's been to Milliways knows, resistance is often futile.

And your wife seems to be giving a smile that's part That Smile and part "oh, this is interesting" and part trying-not-to-giggle.

Oh help....

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was feeling well enough to do a light practice, or at least some yoga out back near the woods. This was after having a light breakfast upstairs in her and Will's room. Outside, she stretched, and flexed her limbs carefully, figuring it would help further heal the sore muscles. Least there was a warm breeze coming off the lake.

Catch her during her practice or during her walk closer to the lake to cool off.

(ooc: usual warnings for Kate-Will thread)

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

It was a rather good birthday, all in all. But now it was back to work, once the papers for the Manor were settled with his parents. At least that was finally taken care, the ancestral home back in the family's possession again.

Draco came down to the bar for a chance to relax and lounge on the couches by the fireplace. Mia had been acting a touch off lately, and he wasn't sure why. Merlin, were women impossible to fathom at times. He was enjoying some tea, and scratching his notes on a parchment with a quill. Inventory time at the potions shop, plus the latest taxes were coming up at the Guild.

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[action_rad]

[OOM: Christmas. Witwicky style.]

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[binaried.livejournal.com]

You know what's great about the kitchens inside Milliways? The fact that you can get steak, potatoes and a cup of tea without having to describe them to beings who are not even remotely human.

This means there is a king of Chaos lurking at a table near the fireplace, happily consuming one of his favorite meals, and sketching various bar denizens in between bites.

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[adamantiumloner]

Logan.

At the bar with beer and a basket of hot wings.

You can ask where he's been, but he probably won't tell you.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy has been in the infirmary all night keeping an eye on his patient.

He's taking a short break from that to come into the main bar and write a note.

( For Security )

He then sits at the bar, head in his hands, thinking and worrying. Bar offers him a cup of tea, which he doesn't notice.

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[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Momiji is being lazy, tonight.

That explains the lack of any ridiculous games by his place on the couch, along with the marked absence of any silly noisiness, horseplay, or make-believe. Even his outfit today - a baby blue t-shirt and denim shorts - is surprisingly tame, for him.

He does have a gigantic lollypop, round and colored in a rainbow swirl, that he's steadily working away at. (Not that one could tell from the actual candy, which shows hardly any signs of war.)

But, on the whole? Just a bunny-boy, lounging around for the weekend.

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[noteful]

Meg Ford is curled up on a couch not far from the fireplace, trying to work a crossroad puzzle.

Seven down, Smetana's river, six letters, and she cannot make Moldau fit to save her life.

Anyone have any other suggestions? For either the river or something to do?


[tiny tag: Meg Ford]

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[boundxkitty]

[OOM: Worried about a missing wereleopard, Liz goes in search. And after finding Nathaniel, offers the comfort of home and pard that she can.]

Liz had kept her promise to Nathaniel. It's only after they'd both woken and made a visit to check and sit with Jason a while that she'd left for some time on her own. Which places her in the bar tonight, at a corner table in the shadows. She's doing something she doesn't normally do anymore, short of full moons. She's watching the patrons like they're snacks with legs. One of the only outward signs she's not happy. The other, for anyone to get close enough is the shadow shifting through her eyes.

She's looking for a specific blond at the moment, though that may be hard to tell since she appears to be giving everyone equal time under her gaze tonight. She's approachable, though be warned her mood isn't the best right now.

[Tiny Goldfinch'tag: Asher]

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[cutting_edgex23]

[OOM: An aquarium isn't much of a secret headquarters, but it works just fine for fish.]

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[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

Ryan walks in to the bar, he's supposed to be trying to find Delko, he just thought he was walking in to a Quickie stop to get something to drink and here he is.

Looking back he notices the door's gone this is not something he has time for today. Sighing he sits defeatedly on a bar stool ordering a large Ice water.

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

hold on just a second don't tell me this one

I know this one I know this song

I know this song I love this song]

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[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

It's officially not any of her business, but Susannah finds the news that Elizabeth Tevlin's son has reappeared--dropped on the doorstep of her sister by an unknown party--simultaneously worrying and comforting.

But it's not any of her business anymore. Officially.

Her business today is two (count 'em) thick copies on the New York Times; they are not identical, although they do have the same date. Staying up to date on two worlds is a lot of work.

So, for the sake of argument, is doing two Sunday NYT Crossword puzzles. Especially when you do it in pen.