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[gotaheadstart.livejournal.com]

The sharp tap-tap-tapping of high heels against the wooden floor announces Cuddy's presence, as the Dean of Medicine walks in from a particularly warm day in Princeton-Plainsboro - the air-conditioning failed today, of all days - and into what she hopes will be respite from the heat.

There's a folded-up paper in her hand - some old letter to a donor, but she'd scrapped it due to some simple formatting errors - and it's now serving as a makeshift fan, which she uses to try and beat the heat, strands of dark hair fluttering away from her face with every flick of her wrist.

A pause, and then she finds a tie with which to secure her hair off the back of her neck, pulling it up into somewhat of a sloppy ponytail. It improves things, but just barely.

July 4th, 2004

[7twistedwishes]

Fireworks.

Who needs fireworks, when you have all the fire you need? When you can play with it, shape it, and send sparks and flames up to the sky in all colors one can imagine and multiple shapes, flashes of light turning the night into dusk and dawn.

Behold the Bringer of Light.

She will most likely not burn curious observers.



[ Tommy Gavin ]

[ Open until it falls off ]

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[alertcommando]

Tanya Adams, war hero, commando, killer.

The War is over and on the other side of the door a new beginning is waiting. That is what she fought so hard for, that is what she suffered for, each bit of pain, discomfort, indignity, each insult and each bit of agony.

So... why does she feel cheated? Why it feels like the happy ending is not for her?

Right now, she is trying to reach the bottom of an ice-cold bottle of schnapps to see if any answers are there.



[ Tanya Adams ]

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[benloserz.livejournal.com]

Door opens, and behold!

A plain common guy. Well, not quite, he is a work in progress.

It is sometime between the sunset of the 4th and the sunrise of the 5th and after long hours rushing around Greater Detroit helping people with more money and love for pyro displays than common sense in setting them up, Ben is very glad to find Milliways and a break.

Feel free to ask about the soot stains on his face, hands and paramedic uniform, but you might not want to know what is that weird burning smell around him.



[ Open until it falls off ]

Re-Entrance Post

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason comes back in through the front door, looking decidedly happier. Things went well, and he's feeling happier than he has in a long while. He waves for Ivan and orders some food and drink, then runs upstairs to snag the dream catcher. He's close to be being finished, so he sits on the couch and weaves the yarn between the hoops, waiting for his food.

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[dark_dancer]

Cata recently remembered something that came up on her first night here - one of the things that convinced her this place truly draws from other worlds, as it happens - and has decided to investigate.
So she's at a table, reading a copy of Hamlet. She keeps expecting the names to be different, and some of the phraseology throws her off, but it's not terribly different from The Tragedy of Oswald, on the whole.
For one thing, the poisoning scenes are still pretty hilarious, to a professional. In his ear? Seriously? And they claim it worked?

(OOC: Subject to slowtime from roughly two to seven EST, while I go to work; otherwise, open till it falls off the front page.)

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[evercleverest]

It's after Christmas in her world and she is absolutely livid with a certain vexatious red-head.

Sure, a very deep part of her is both relieved ... and possibly a little glad that he's come back, but that doesn't mean he isn't a right git for leaving in the first place.

(Because he is most definitely a bloody immature git.)

Of all the terrible things to do, abandoning Harry (and her - ohgods, and her) had to be one of the absolute worst.

So, while the tears-and-sorrow Hermione is no longer present as she enters the bar today, there's a properly frustrated witch in her place instead.

She goes straight to the bar to have a calming cup of tea and would not be adverse to company, so long as they're prepared to listen to her rant for a bit.



[ooc: open indefinitely, but is subject to slowtimes as life continuously beats me all around the town.]

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[mallory-grace.livejournal.com]

Mallory comes into the bar holding a kitten and a tote bag full of kitty supplies. She sits in an arm chair near the fire and teases her playful companion with a feather on a string. Feel free to stop by and chat before she takes the little guy to his new owner.

[[ooc: Open until it slides off the front page!]]

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[clean-sober.livejournal.com]

The old drunk died. I don't know why that surprised me as much as it did -- I've learned time and again that not everyone can be saved. 46 years of abuse can't be erased by 24 hours of willpower.

Still. It would have been nice if he'd been able to see his daughter and grandkids before then.

I'm not surprised to see my loft turn into the bar. Ben's old enough to look after himself right now and he seems to want solitude. I'll trust him. And right now, staring out at other things I can't control, like the end of the universe, definitely puts things into perspective.

[tiny!tag: William Banks]

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[the_cupbearer]

[OOM: A quiet night.]

warnings for quasi-public oral sex.

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[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth is in a tree. It's one she found when she'd first gotten to Milliways. It has the perfect branch, in her opinion. High enough to be above the heads of people walking under it, though low enough that, were she in leopard form, her tail would brush the heads of most who did so. She's not in leopard form at the moment...soon because it was almost full moon, but not yet. So instead of a tail that hangs down from the branch it's a bare leg and foot.

She's being completely lazy and botherable today.

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[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

When Barty enters the bar this afternoon, it's with a dragging gait.

He's dressed in his pajamas, and has a coloring book and crayons in hand; instead of a table, he heads for the fireplace.

One half of the open coloring book becomes his pillow as he curls up on the floor in front of the fire and colors lazily.

Look out, bar, baby's having his first cold.


[tiny snuffly feverish tag: Barty Lampion]

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[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox enters the Bar having just called his parents. To let them know he's going to be in South Florida to cover the aftermath of the hurricane. And that his trip should overlap with his mother's Rosh Hashanah dinner. And that he's brings a woman with him.

He's made easier phone calls. He could her his mother try not to be too excited, and his dad try not to be a grump about bringing a strange woman to visit. He hopes this works, even if he's sure that they will adore Rapunzel.

He orders a beer. And tries to think about the business part of the trip. Come say hi.

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[shoeless-ed.livejournal.com]

Somewhere beneath a large table in the bar:

"C'mon, Little Skitch-bot! Do re me fa so la ti do!"

Something beeps out an imitation of Ed's musical scale.

"Yay, Little Skitch-bot!" There is applause.

"Arf!" a third party remarks.

If this sounds interesting to you, feel free to take a look under the table.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja is sitting by the cold fireplace, slowly and patiently braiding thin, soft leather into a bridle for his horses.

The cats have different plans, trying to catch and chew the ends, so Teja has his work made more difficult by trying to keep them away from that fascinating toy.

In his belt pouch, Teja has things that he has finished -- a commission, and a gift.

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[southphillysob.livejournal.com]

"Nah, get outta here! I gotta tell you twice? Scram!"

Beyond the door is a nightmare: the hull of a troop ship, packed to overflowing with bored, restless, irritable paratroopers. It's stinking hot, not to mention plain stinking, and even if you could see much, ain't nothin' much to see, beyond the men of the 101st doing their level best not to kill each other before they're set loose on the Germans.

Bill here, damn if he ain't expecting a shiner soon enough. "Goddamn Joe Liebgott," he mutters, eyes on his boots. He shoulda known better, Joe's a goddamn boxer, for Christ's sake, but then, hell, guy overreacted. It was just the simple truth, Jesus.

When no one bumps into him or squeezes past him or inadvertently kicks him in the head, he looks up and allows himself a crooked little grin. "Great timing, sweetheart."

One thing this place'll have? Not that he's a sissy or nothing, but he wouldn't mind some goddamn ice and a drink.

[[tiny airborne tag: bill guarnere, the emcee, felix gaeta - st/lt a-okay!]]

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[mogget_cat]

At the piano, there's an Yrael, playing Brahm's Intermezzo in A Major.

Feel free to listen, interrupt, join, or suggest improvements*.



*Though this may get the suggester duly ignored/gnawed on.

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[fiery_ring]

The truth is out at school, and term has come to a rather bumpy if settled end.

Carlotta is now looking forward to going to the horse show with Will, and is trying to decide what to pack.

[tinytag: Carlotta Brown]