1922, Pittsburgh

[themidnightson]

[OOM: Timed to here

What if something had happened to them?

]

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[hadyougoing]

Rumor has it that Milliways has a library.

The truth, actually, is that it has two: one is magical, and strictly by invitation (word is you have to know a guy who knows a guy who knows a purple guy). The other is slightly more accessible.

Having cried and raged and held demon bunny gladiator death matches for most of the evening, only to eventually collapse with exhaustion on her bed upstairs around four, Ava staggered downstairs for a cup of coffee this morning, and staggered back upstairs to find someplace to hide that didn't smell like sulfur. The library, aside from being a place Andrew has mentioned often enough to be interesting, fits the bill.

Therefore, one miserable murderess is sitting huddled in a quiet corner, watching her coffee go cold. Occasionally she sniffles, and wipes new tears from her eyes.

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[tobeclosetohim]

There's tightness at the edge of a pair of copper eyes when the door opens.

She liked the idea of her motel room.

Not another bar with far too many people.




Jo got a whiskey and stopped to look at the jukebox offerings.

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[aj_crawley]

OOM  —

The river sweats Oil and tar The barges drift With the turning tide Red sails Wide

- T.S. ELIOT, 'THE WASTE LAND'

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[numbered_doctor]

One comfy couch,

Plus,

One plate of Rod Logic,

Equals,

One very relaxed and entirely botherable doctor.




[Open until it falls off]

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[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

[Millitimed to the night of last Wednesday (the 12th): OOM - After yet another conversation with Nathaniel, Damian finally decides to make his move and confront Asher about his treatment of the wereleopard, determined to say what needs to be said, whether the blond vampire wants to hear it or not.]

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[nathaniel_kitten]

[OOM: Millitimed to last Monday -- Asher finds Nathaniel in a clearing and there is a confession, a bit of a peace offering, and then sex.

Warning for vampy-ness and smut]

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[onebluesuit.livejournal.com]

The lawyer had been in the bar for a while. He'd finally caved and gotten a small room - racking up debt, he knew, and that was why he'd furthered his debt just a little more. The lawyer had a sketch pad and a set of charcoals.

And he had a sign set up on the table in front of him:

Quick Portraits For Sale!
Help A Guy Pay His Stay

He'd been an art student before he'd been a lawyer, after all. So he was a little out of practice. That didn't mean he couldn't try.

While he was sitting there, he worked on a sketch of a young-looking girl in a Kurain acolyte's kimono, to get his skills back in line. And, in a move that would've made someone else proud, he'd worn sweats instead of his suit so he could wipe charcoal-darkened fingers off on something that wouldn't require dry-cleaning.

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[notamutant]

For once, Kaidan is pleasantly surprised when Miliways shows in place of a regular room, glancing around briefly before slipping back through the door and propping it open back on the ship as he goes off in search of Shepard.

When he finds her, she's tucked away in some corner of the ship, half-asleep as she pores over various data pads. After a quick look around to make sure no one is around, he places his hands gently on her shoulders, feeling her startle under them; he grins, leaning down to murmur in a low voice by her ear.

"There's a door to Milliways on the ship."

And just like that, Shepard is alert, standing quickly and following him as he leads her through the ship, and ultimately back to the bar entrance.


[Tinytags: Kaidan Alenko, Colene Shepard]

[ooc: Plotlocked, sorry folks.]

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

(OOM: A Jedi is not supposed to hate. She really hates this planet. This could cause difficulties.)

The young twi'lek who stumbles through the door has seen better days. This includes her last visit, still shaking off the effects of a stun bolt.

Make a comment about her skimpy dress, and she'll happily kick you where you keep your reproductive organs, even if that sets off the shivving stun cuffs she's wearing around her wrists.

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[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

There is a rather tired Jim Kirk in the Bar. The only thing more tiring than keeping a crew from speculating about what that seemingly secret cargo might be is keeping them from continuing to speculate about it after you've rendezvoused with a ship that may or may not be a disguised Starfleet Intelligence cruiser.

Jim sits at the bar, sipping his coffee and hoping that no one ever asks him to do anything for Starfleet Intelligence again. Any conversation to divert his exhaustion and frustration will be welcome.

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[undignified]

Wes briefly considers stepping up on a stool to jump over Bar, but decides there's a subtle yet important difference between looking stupid and breaking bones.

He siiighs and settles for the normal route.

SPECIALS

WHISKEY

It-- it's the only drink he remembers how to spell in English. What? It's got the letters of his name in it...? Wait:

VODKA

All right, he can still spell two. Fantastic.


[ ooc: HAPPY HOUR IS OPEN. feel free to threadhop~ ]

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[bannion_sight]

The front door opens in the middle of a conversation.

"--don't know if this will work, I tried before and couldn't get it to, not when--"

Kim breaks off there as she gets a look into the room.

"Then again, maybe it will." She looks up at her companion, and although her smile is bright, there's still something of wry sympathy in her expression.

"Welcome to Milliways, Dave."



[ooc: two muns, two pups, tag one or both!]

[temporary tinytag: Dave Martyniuk]

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[ostro_goth]

In the afternoon, Teja comes in from the forge, with a leather bag in his hand. He had said Monday to Nathaniel, but he made good progress today, and as the young were-leopard was so eager to have those things, he has finished them off, and now puts them with the bar, to be given to Nathaniel as soon as he approaches it next.

That done, he gets a large clay cup of well-watered red wine, and sits by the fireplace with his harp, playing old songs and new. All three cats are curled up on the couch with him.

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[ellectrical]

[OOM: Disagreements.]

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[creator_raven]

[OOM: There is a time to kill and a time to heal. The hardest part is telling the difference.]

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[creator_raven]

There's no dramatic opening of a door, no sudden appearance of someone tattered and ragged and weary.

But there is a shadow on the floor where none ought to be cast, and a faint heat haze follows where it goes.

The shadow has wings.