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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is relaxing in the Bar this morning, having some coffee and waffles. He's an East Coast boy, so the addition of chicken hasn't really occurred to him, but you can bet if he thought to try it, he'd like it.

He's still trying to sort through why he got so frickin' worked up over Richard and Moon. Perhaps that large mug of coffee has the answers.

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[jeweled-asp.livejournal.com]

An angry Cleopatra walks into a bar...and brushes the dust of broken china off her hands.

She slumps on a couch with an angry sigh.  Her plans have failed.  There isn't some dead Julii in Greece, but instead, very much alive and with a bouncing son and grandson.  That part brings a bitter smile to her face.

Antony's son...is Atia's grandson.

But that's not the point.  He should be in Alexandria with her.

A waitrat gets waved over to her, and she orders wine and food.

Dare to join her?

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[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Richard.

Booth.

Grading papers.

Minimalist and Botherable.

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[fanofthegenre]

Minimalist EP.

Minimalist homicide detective.

The combination today is: Coffee, couch, Castle's latest novel.

Interruptions okay.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Last day.

Today is the last day of Kate's "community service" work.

Her hands are pruned, and her skin is dry around her nails from washing dishes every day.

She's looking around the bar as she drinks her glass of tea, knowing Ramon's sentencing was much shorter than hers. He's certainly roaming free by now, and she doesn't want to catch his attention.

In a few days, she'll be leaving the bar. She hasn't told a soul besides Bill and X-23, and of course Doc. It's just as well. Goodbyes can get... complicated.

Still, there are a few faces she wouldn't mind seeing, just one last time.

Happy Hour!

[walktheworlds]

He's been there for a little while now and still hasn't truly gotten used to the place. But a man needs to eat. Needs to eat and needs to... well, there's a lot a man needs to do. So he comes down from his room and heads over to the bar, hand gliding over it almost lovingly. "A beer, please." It magically appears but with a note attached.

"Huh..."

A bar asking him to bartend. That was... new.

"We got any material to go off of?"

He's not sure why he's talking to the Bar itself but as if on cue a book of drinks appears and he shrugs before turning to the board and writing down a few drinks.

Sex On the Bar
Angel's Kiss
Bad Girl

Then under those is half off on any type of beer.

"Come and enjoy yourselves people."

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[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus is in a quiet mood and so smiles when he finds the Bar in his quarters.

After acquiring a pot of tea and some warm brown bread and butter, he starts reading his book again.

He would not mind company since while the history of Calormen is interesting, it is not quite as fascinating as Milliways.

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[necessary_child]

Sam's at a table in the centre of the bar: he's got sushi and a cup of sake for his dinner, and is flicking through a book of photos as he eats.

At his feet, a tiny tortoiseshell kitten is eating his own dinner: salmon, because Shreddie is horribly spoiled, and a saucer of milk.

Very botherable.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Acquisition of an important skill: the insertion of index fingers into nostrils.]

Guppy is smartly dressed tonight; it appears he's been out for the evening. Perfectly sober however, he heads over to his usual area near the door to the infirmary, sits down, and puts up his sign.

Free Walk-in Clinic
The doctor is in

Okay...

[command_dot_com]

This is getting to be a bad habit with her...

But what Bob doesn't know won't hurt him.

And what won't hurt him is that Dot's just having one good cup of java with a splash of Old Anything's Single Bit Whisky.

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[amoneything.livejournal.com]

Enter a young Sally Jupiter. She's not in costume today - really, the city's been pretty quiet, and any stirrings that do happen seem to be abruptly silenced by whoever gets to it first. Lately, that's been Eddie - or Hollis, even. She's almost tempted to wonder if they're competing, but that begs the question of what they're competing for, and she's not so sure she wants to know the answer.

Instead of her trademark outfit, she's choosing to lounge about in a long, white, floor-length dressing gown, a sheer white robe, and a pair of impressive silver heels.

Crimefighting (if that's really what you want to call it, and even she tends to turn up her nose at the phrase) really does pay.

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[simon_doctor]

[Out of Milliways, two days ago: Surprises.]



He's told Kaylee about the wave, but nobody else; and they haven't really talked about it yet.

They're about due.

Simon comes out through the back door of Milliways, carrying a thermos of tea and a bowl of grapes. He's heading for the swing.




[Not plotlocked, but please ping before tagging!]

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[makesthings]

[The Bird of Dawning carries the green sprig of Spring.]

The door opens and Sameth grins as he limps into the Bar. Maybe this is an early birthday present for doing that blasted dance.

He heads towards a couch and collapses, everything hurts but at least he's found a way back to Milliways.

(OOC: As always open until it scrolls.)

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[gonna_live]

Simon and Kaylee have been outside, so as not to be overheard. But as they're done with the part that's got to stay quiet, there are other things to be doing.

Inside the bar, Kaylee glances around a little warily.

Simon moves to take their snacks back to the bar.

Which is when Kaylee takes the opportunity to safely make eye contact with Mal, over in the corner, and point surreptitiously at Simon and then nod at the way to the garage.

When Mal doesn't explode and come over to strangle her, she figures that that means it's probably safe to take Simon down, like they'd talked about.

A faint smile at Simon now -- she doesn't look over at Mal again -- and she heads for the corridor, and the stairs.

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[3nanashi]

Out back, far enough away from the bar for safety and some level of discretion, there's a target range. (There are probably a couple, given Milliways patrons and Milliways geography. This is one without glassy-fused craters from Autobot cannons.)

Trowa's there, with his gun and a lot of increasingly dented cans.

It only makes sense to maintain a skill set, and this is something that's a lot harder to discreetly practice at the circus.

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[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

[[Millitimed to September 23rd/24th (in the early AM): OOM - After speaking with Asher, Damian heads to Guilty Pleasures to give Nathaniel some moral support on one of his first working nights after the blow-up with Anita.

Warnings for stripping, erotic dance, vampiness/blood, sexual content and voyeurism. Probably weren't expecting all that, were you? XD]]