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[creator_raven]

[OOM: Some people just do not appreciate the immense cleverness that is Raven. It is very sad.]

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[slayedthedragon.livejournal.com]

Angel isn't accustomed to things going his way. In fact, on the rare occasion that they do, it tends to make him nervous, because he's always certain everything will eventually snap back to normal, and it's hard to duck out of the way of a self-correcting universe.

And lately, recent events have been going rather generously his way. First demonic LA reverts to normal all by itself, and now, just as he's hoping to return to his earlier career as a private investigator, along comes a murder in Milliways.

Of course, he's already heard there's a formal investigation underway, and whoever they are, they'll probably end up solving the case. But Alanna wants to know what he thinks about the evidence, so Angel is dutifully going through his notes and trying to decide what to tell her.

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[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Outside, there is one Riku and one Akito by the lake. The shark has fallen asleep on the shadow boy, and the latter had been staring at the lake in silence. Or so it seemed.

Now, he is a little different. His posture, the look in his eyes... all different. But not Ansem, either. What could this be? We might soon find out. "Wake up," he says, leaning in closer, his voice darker, his breath grazing over Akito's ear.

[ooc: please no taggy, riku player just had surgery.]

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[k_in_black]

If you don't know Agent K, you won't be able to tell the difference, of course, but those who know him well might notice a certain look of relief as he opens the Door and finds Milliways on the other side.

With his trademark decisiveness, he steps right on through and shuts it a little more forcefully than usual behind him. K's determination might have something to do with the distant thunder of Zed bellowing somewhere back in MiB Headquarters.

Apparently, the new Agent H has been injecting his 'weird, green, glowing stuff' into things again.

Well, that's Zed's problem. As for K, he's pretty sure Bar has a glass of Eli Lockhart's finest with his name on it.

Entrance Post.

[confrontspeak.livejournal.com]

It's not every day a certain struggling artist opens the door to what she thinks is the illegal sublet she shares (with her best friend, another photogenic young artist) and ends up walking into some kind of bar (where said friend is nowhere to be found).

Lacey shrugs one shoulder to shift the weight of her messenger bag full of art supplies, scrunches up her forehead in thought, and squints as her eyes adjust to the dimmer light.

"... Dub-Dub?"

So far, there seems to be no sign of Wendy - or Noser, for that matter. Even the sight of Wendy's sexy hot boss might make her feel a little better.

She turns to look over her shoulder, and that's when she sees that her door is gone. Kaput. Vanished.

"Whoa."

[ tiny tag: lacey thornfield ]

[ ooc: all tags welcome! ]

First Entrance

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

The door opens with a loud slam, almost coming off its hinges.

"Good morning, Titans Tow--" Blink. Blink. "This isn't Titans Tower. Looks more like...a bar?" The big man - no, robot - no, cyborg! - looks to the left. Looks to the right. "OK, what's going on?" Something ain't right.

Welcome to Milliways, Cy.

[ooc: Slowtime likely, but open to all!

Tiny Titans tag: Cyborg]

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[presidentpythia]

[OOM: Making connections.]

1923; Pennsylvania, Indiana, Illinois

[themidnightson]

[OOM:

Beauty does not come with a perquisite on what it causes
and makes no promises and no apologies for the wake it leaves

]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin is hungover to hell, tired and suffering a bout of teenage angst in a bad mood. He'd totally forgotten that he was down for a shift today, which is why he looks surprised when he finds Milliways at school and then downcast at the idea of working in his state.

Still, at least he can sleep it off afterwards. Forgive his lack of brane as he hastily scribbles on the board;

Specials are drinks with names I like the sound of.

He stifles a yawn before muttering, 'Bar's open.'

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[gavemea_45]

The front door opens - and then promptly stops mid-movement, as though whoever's on the other side is holding on to it and waiting for something.

"You go ahead, Sammy. I'm gonna see what I can find out about this Grimm dude."

"A tree fell on him almost two hundred years ago, Dean. What's there to check out?" Exasperation is clear in his tone, even though he's not yet visible. "If you're so darn itchy to get started, why don't you look up the Merchants' grave, since that's why we're here?"

"Hey, those Entwives had to go somewhere, man." A beat. "And you never know, they might be hot."

That's all it takes. The door slams open and Sam walks through alone, calling back over his shoulder,

"Forget it. While you're wasting your time looking for Treebeard, dude, I'm getting a beer."

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[mamaplays2win]

[OOM: Sam has plans.]

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[noteful]

Meg has put aside her rulebooks tonight in favor of trying to come up with a list of possibilities of names for baseball teams.

This might, actually, be harder than understanding infield rule.

On the plus side, she has discovered that she can list all 14 teams in the American League and 10 of the 12 teams in the National League.

Maybe she can just . . . appropriate.

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[q_in_training]

The front door opens on a blast of music (They Might Be Giants, from the sound of it), a small room, and a mess of boxes confined to the three breeds of moving accepted by Cross-Country College Students of America: empty, half-unpacked, and stacked unopened against the wall in a precarious replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

The young woman framed in the doorway stares as her jaw drops open.

And then she turns her gaze upward, and says to the ceiling with fervent delight: "It's about freakin' time."

Grabbing her wallet out of her back pocket, grinning ear to ear, Mac dashes into the bar and lets the door shut behind her.



[ooc: open to new tags indefinitely!]

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[ellectrical]

Suresh really doesn't know Elle's father like she does.

This wasn't a surprise for her. It doesn't mean she was in any less a foul mood in the time after their meeting, as she stalked through the halls of the Facility, more acutely aware of her confinement than she could ever remember being before.

For whatever that was worth.

The appearance of the bar when she returns to her room is enough to slow her pace, at least, though it doesn't stop her from slamming the door. When she's settled on a stool, the Bar greets her with one of Bela's books.

She snatches it up without complaint.