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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Ellen got a message from Vault 101 recently.

You know how they say 'you can't go home again'?

... yeah.

Special guest star: Tyler Marlocke. Spoilers for Fallout 3.]

The door opens on Megaton again, as it did a few days ago. The air is no cooler and reeks no less of Brahmin and sun-warmed metal. Ellen doesn't notice, as she's used to that by now- that, and she's here in the Bar, and her world is behind her, and... well, she'll deal with it. Somehow she hadn't anticipated feeling like this when she picked up Amata's signal on her Pip-Boy. "Bar," she says, "I could use something decent to drink, please. I'd ask Gob for it but I just don't want to deal with Moriarty's right now..."

After some hesitation, the Bar eventually produces a bottle that causes Ellen to stare. She may be at it a while; she's trying to wrap her mind around the concept of soda, particularly soda with the Nuka-Cola name on it, that is not brown. (Or glowy.)

Do feel free to poke her, won't you?

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah's door is back, and she won't hide the fact she's relieved about that.

But there's still a few people she needs to apologise to, and she's uncomfortable leaving before she does so. So she's at the bar for now.

"Bar, how are you with out of season flowers?"

When a napkin appears with a smiley face, Dinah returns the expression. An order later and she leaves ( something with the Bar for Justin )

Meanwhile she remains at the bar with a butterbeer and a bento box, because she can.

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: (softly) long before you kiss me,
long before your arms can beg me (stay),
for one more hour (or one more day)
after all the years,
I can't bear the tears to fall
(softly) as I leave you there ]

[ tiny slightly-au-as-of-now tag: joan holloway ]

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[hecu_marine]

Shephard hasn't been keeping track of the calendar here, for the most part. Expecting the calendar in a place this detached from time at home to mean anything is like expecting a string of flashy lights in the window to summon Santa Claus and snow. And after the local Halloween, he didn't really want to be reminded of anything that the Bar might do to screw people up for the hell of it, so he just didn't look at the calendar.

But today he did have a look, and what he saw was that it was halfway between Veteran's Day and Thanksgiving, if either of those days meant anything any more. And, y'know, he's pretty sure they don't back home. Not the way things are now.

If anyone needs him, he's gonna be outside. Not doing PT or target practice or hunting, he does that often enough that a little slacking off won't kill him. Just... outside, over by the edge of the wood, and maybe taking advantage of the fact that this is a damn magical bar at the end of time and that it's five o'clock somewhere. Beer's portable, and he plans to make good use of that fact.

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[venusadept_2]

[OOM: the importance of paying attention when you're working. Mild warning for NPC endangerment.]

When Felix shows up today, he doesn't look all that happy. In point of fact, he's downright upset. At Saturos, at Alex, at himself...

Once he's settled himself near the fireplace, he'd probably appreciate something to take his mind off what he's just come from.

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[living-vamp.livejournal.com]

Hey look! There' s a living vampire cleaning some knives. It's very exciting. She's got a cup of coffee and a big pizza, and is willing to share the pizza with anyone that looks hungry.

Come chat?

[OOM: Tortall]

[mnt_raph]

[It's just the way of the universe, that sooner or later you're going to have to return to your adopted homeworld and fess up to your lover that you've been gone for so long because a magical Bar has gone and swapped your body with a younger one, and you would have been back sooner if you hadn't had to care for your brother who fell ill and believes himself to be sex-crazed famous fabulous twenty-something woman.

Right?

Raphael and Abigail in:
A funny thing happened while I was in Milliways, but I forgot to laugh.]

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[echo-oche.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and in walks a young woman in a loose-fitting tank top and yoga pants. She looks around, and a moment of confusion creases her forehead. Echo doesn't remember this room being here, and almost none of the people look familiar. Then again, what she remembers is often jumbled, so that's okay.

The crease quickly uncreases. If it's here, then it's supposed to be here. And if no one's asked her to leave, then it's okay for her to be here, too. And even if it weren't, for some reason, she feels this wouldn't stop her.


[car keys bait for Dani Phantom, but open to all.]

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[betagainstme]

Alice is lounging around the Bar...and by lounging we mean, hanging upside down in an armchair, with a book in her hands.

Her feet tap in rhythm to the music in her ears via her iPod, and every time you think she's going to hit someone, she manages not to. It's that foresight thing.

She turns a page and hums along with her song.

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[makesthings]

OOM: Who tells you who you are?
Who do you believe?

Tiny tag: Kait Galweigh

(OOC: Warning for talk of violence in relation to children, some worlds are just hard.)

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[ellectrical]

Finally, the Bar has gone with something reasonable, at least as far as Elle's concerned. It's a white blouse and a black skirt that falls to her knees - not really great for traveling, but she still thinks she'd need something like it at some point.

It might be part of why she's curled into a booth near the Observation Window. There's a half-empty plate of French fries on the table, as well as a piece of paper, and a pen. Anyone who leans in far enough could likely see what she's written down - it's a short, vague list, and she's not making much effort to hide it:

New York
London
Tokyo
Ithaca

Now, Elle has leaned back from the table, her eyes on the paper as though there were something more to it. Occasionally, she reaches toward the plate, and glances up around the room as she does so.



[ooc: Open indefinitely.]

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[stillbecoming]

It's chillier than she expected, but Buffy's outside anyway, leaning against a rock and listening to the distant moonlit splashes of giant squids at play.

She is also in the middle of a staring contest with a particularly bold demon bunny.

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[hunterswidow.livejournal.com]

It isn't every day that a bar shows up in a bar.

Ellen's still trying to wrap her head around the concept.

Having a cold beer in hand helps, though. It's astounding, really, that something so simple can help with the thought process.

"Wonders never cease," she murmurs out loud.

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[wolflord_andain]

Constantly devising lessons for a thirteen year old girl can be complicated, particularly for a girl such as Mary Lennox.

On occasion a man (or a wolf, or an andain) may wish to read something a little less scholastically oriented.

On the other hand, said man (or wolf, or andain) is occasionally Galadan, which means that his reading of choice is nothing like an adventure tale.

Or if it is, it's one that reflects the current age's world view in miniature. And verse.

It is certainly an interesting perspective on the not-too-distant past. But factual?

Hardly.

How -- unsurprising.

His posture at the table seems casual enough, though he doubtless has a weather eye on the room. Or a weather ear, as the case may be.