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[countofserenno.livejournal.com]

There is an old fuddy-duddy a Jedi Master sitting in the Bar. He appears to be concentrating on eating dinner at the moment...and a very nice dinner at that. He'll probably be more approachable after dessert.

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[aj_crawley]

Crowley has plenty of things to be crabby about, not least of which is the fact that summer is starting to come to a close, picking up and slouching off towards next year before September can come along and book it for loitering. The forecast for the next week, though, is still just about acceptable, so what's currently occupying the top few slots on his list is the fact that Aziraphael, with all his understated, tweedy reserve, is being utterly and absolutely insufferable about that flower show thing. The forecast for that is pretty good too, which is bad (if you follow). Sunshine and rainbows belong in the sky where Crowley can lounge about beneath them, not emanating smugly from the other side of the breakfast table.

Thus, faced with the fairly simple choice of going mad or going out, Crowley has relocated his Friday night to one of Milliways' better people-watching tables and is picking at a meal of fried paradoxes and wine with an indefinable air of Bah. Humbug.

(There's a newspaper on the table in front of him, opened to the offending article. Thorn Cross Young Offenders Institution, be prepared for an onslaught of low-grade, slowly-demoralising evil. Crowley's thinking a mild outbreak of gastroenteritis coupled with an untimely plumbing disaster, and then seeing how it goes from there. We're looking into the abyss, here, people.)

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[countofserenno.livejournal.com]

( There is a note for security... )

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[had-a-sister.livejournal.com]

Liza is startled when she stumbles into the bar this time. She is wearing an oiled leather cloak and a heavy nylon pack that has seen better days, but is still strong. Snow is melting in her hair and on her shoulders, and she has several shallow scratches on her hands and cheeks.

She blinks a few times to get her eyes to adjust to the change in brightness and sighs with relief.


[Liza]

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[evilontheloose]

There is a most interesting sight near the door this morning.

More specifically, there is a Jordan Kennedy, coming and going. Each time she comes in, the young woman with the mechanical forearm brings with her parts and components of some kind of machine, setting them in neat piles over an around a table.

She is quite obviously trying to fill as little space as possible, but the piles are growing and growing. Also, the girl is obviously getting tired and sweaty from the work, even with the minimal clothing she is wearing.

Help would probably not be turned down, curious people would probably not be sent away either; one way or another, someone ought to check just to make sure it is not a death ray.



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[doc_rusty]

There's a lanky, bald man sitting at one of the tables, scribbling out what appear to be notes on a yellow legal pad. Though a closer inspection would reveal that it's just a very crude drawing of his brother, Jonas, being chased by a giant Walking Eye.

Very botherable.

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[im-so-sari.livejournal.com]

♩ ♪ ♫ ♩

Sari's sitting cross-legged on the couch over by the fireplace, a bandage wrapped around her right hand and a xylophone set across her lap.

♫ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♩

It's hard to say whether she's trying to learn a particular tune or just playing notes at random.

♫ ♫ ♩ ♩ ♩

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[song-of-stars.livejournal.com]

Rai wends her way into the Bar, pulled by a vague feeling that she's needed. When she sees that no one is standing behind the gleaming wood, she darts through the passthrough and leans her elbows on the Bar to think about what she wants to serve. She can smell Autumn coming and that gives her the idea.

Back-to-School Specials
Appletini
Teacher Creature
School Kids Special
Polish Professor

For the student set:
Orange Juice
Milk
Chocolate Milk
Hot Chocolate

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[mendanddefend_archive]

A Guardian walks into Milliways and sags rather heavily into a barstool. "4X energy shake," he says to Bar. "And if you've got any READMEs on how to get an alpha to eat solid food, I'd appreciate it."

...oh, so that's what those green and orange stains on his armor are.

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[still-burned.livejournal.com]

For the first time since finding this place, Michael is actually glad to find it. Well, he's glad to find anything that delays a visit to his mother, including fighting a gang of heavily armed heroin smugglers single-handed or being locked in a room with Fi demanding to talk about their relationship or lack thereof.

This is better than either of those, though, and he heads straight to the bar for a cold beer. Miami is hot right now, yo.

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[anita_blake]

Anita walks through the door, a little surprised, but she certainly doesn't mind. She's missed the people who are here, and so she's rather pleased the door to the Circus led her here.

She finds a table and sits, ordering herself supper, though she half-realizes she does so with Jean-Claude's tastes in mind. That was it. They simply needed to stop eating together, they really did. She almost misses her take out food.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

The plus side of having her half-deity-formerly-evil tutor back in residence at Misselthwaite Manor: Mary is learning a lot more intensely than she did during her self-guided studies!

The down side of having her half-deity-formerly-evil tutor back in residence at Misselthwaite Manor: her homework load has increased to the point where even she is starting to consider it a little ridiculous.

"One hundred pages of translation by tomorrow," she rants, to no one in particular, as she staggers through the door lugging several large textbooks, "is hardly reasonable!"

The textbooks are heavy, and not particularly convenient to carry about, but Mary has decided that she has let this keep her away from Milliways for quite long enough. She sets them down on the nearest table with a heavy thump, glowering at everyone and anyone.

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[no-saber.livejournal.com]

She hasn't gone back yet.

But not because she's scared. Oh no. She's planning.

And having a few meals - she feels she's owed a few after the last couple days. A few dozen, even.

And maybe, somewhere in there, she'll figure out what the hell she's going to do.


One slightly worried-looking twi'lek in the tunic, pants, and belt of a Jedi Padawan - not her own, because her own clothes are... actually, she doesn't want to know what the humans did with her clothes. It's just a disturbing thought all 'round.

No shoes though.

Shoes are for nights she's not sitting in front of a real fireplace, sipping cocoa.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips through the front door, pausing to clip her Security badge to her belt. She does not seem at all discomfited (or even aware) of the cropped nature of her new hairstyle.

This is what happens to a quick-healing mutant who is completely engulfed in fire. It's happened before.

She does make a side trip to Bar in order to obtain half a sandwich and a bowl of soup before settling at a corner booth, attention firmly fixed on the other patrons.

She's on-duty now. That's how this works.

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[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude hasn't been away from his city for this long in quite some time. Of course, if what he has been told is true, technically he hasn't been away from it at all, since they will emerge at the same moment they left. But time still passes for him, and a lot of it has passed here.

Still, it is not an unpleasant place to be. Safe -- as safe as any place can be, anyway -- and comfortable. The lake outside is beautiful at night, and the show from the Observation Window is always spectacular.

It's the latter that's caught his attention this evening. He's taken up residence in one of the booths nearest the Window, and is simply watching the supernovae blossom as all of creation ends around them.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Alex meets Igglepiggle, and doesn't enjoy the experience much.]

Guppy is sitting on the floor, with a cardboard box and two sock puppets, entertaining his baby son.

Alex is sitting watching, looking at his father like he's nuts.

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[ellectrical]

When Elle pulls herself up to the bar tonight, she's once again greeted with a book. This time, however, the book has a yellow post-it note attached to the cover, with the following scrawled across it:

I AM NOT A WEAPON.

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbles, pulling the book over and peeling off the note, so that she can start to twist it between her fingers.