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[almosthonorable]

After a damn near-fatal run-in with the Whomping Willow, Ben's horse is safe and settled in the stables, and Ben strides in the back entrance.

He wants a drink or three.

And a new hat.

Once he's settled at the bar, though, he gets a little distracted, admiring his new favorite fork.

Visit #1

[team-seaslug.livejournal.com]

Maybe Osaka was just being dense as usual, but she sure didn't remember a lake last time she was here.

The young girl, fresh out of school and still wearing her uniform, had already gotten pretty suspicious when she'd walked up to Chiyo's mansion and found the front gate was missing. Osaka couldn't picture anybody stealing that -- it'd be really heavy -- but then again, people in Tokyo were...weird. And then there were those mountains way up the drive...and the forest...huh. Maybe real rich people can just get those put in or somethin'...

Osaka knocked on the door like always, trying to put that out of her mind; when nobody answered, she hesitated and then let herself in, laying eyes on...uhh. Huh. This was different. "Hey, Chiyo! How come you didn't tell me you were remodelin'? The bar looks real neat...and, uh...I like the mountains, too. In your yard. They're...big and stuff. Got a nice purplish color..." Her eyes shifted over to a nearby observation window and -- woah. She couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at the glorious edge of the universe. "Hey, that's real cool...it must be, uhh...holograms or somethin'. I bet Chiyo built 'em herself..."

Somebody should probably distract her; she could stare like that for hours...

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Ok, so her closet door in the new apartment leads to the bar. Good to know. Armed with that useless fact, along with a bookbag full of textbooks, notebooks, and music scores Kate glanced around for familiar faces and a place to sit down. Mid semester and the school does love to pile on the work for its students. Well, not like it was unexpected, and at least she can catch up on her notes and assignments in here.

She went to find a warm place closer to the fireplace to sit, and flagged a waitrat for a tea and a sandwich. Idly wondering what's been going on of late.

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[zeevofbristol.livejournal.com]

Well, it's been a decidedly busy time in Bristol. Especially at the pink flat of George, Mitchell and Annie's. A little matter of learning of Annie's murderer, and then the whole sodding mess with Herrick and the other vampires. And another full moon on top of it.

He was rather relieved to find it behind him, and rather grateful for the door leading into the bar today. He could use a quiet cuppa in the library to rest and recharge. Pity he missed the door vanishing behind him as he stepped through the doorway. No matter, he'd learn otherwise soon enough.

In the meantime, George had a calm expression on his face today as he went to find a table to sit at.

[tiny tag: George Sands]

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen really wasn't expecting Milliways behind the sliding steel door of the old Metro tunnel, but oh, well. She can make do as well here as anywhere else. "You hungry, Dogmeat?" She asks; the blue heeler following her wags his tail obligingly. "Okay then. Bar, I don't have much in the way of caps on me. Will you accept five-millimeter ammo in barter?"

What? She hasn't seen Harith lately, and she has no use for minigun ammo.

"Thank you," she says as the box of belt-fed ammo disappears. "Can I get some of that vegetable stuff from last time for me and a pair of bowls for my dog? One empty, one full of water?"

She's still got some of that mirelurk meat, and Dogmeat seems to like it. He'll eat that while she settles down at a table and eats in her armor.

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[theflyingsquirl]

Two squirrel-human hybrids are occupying a big corner booth today.

...well, more precisely, one of them (the increasingly beach-ball-shaped baby in an incongruous banana outfit) has rolled just out of reach, under the table, while his father (just a couple weeks from hibernation, and almost at his final weight) can't fit under the table to get him.

"C'mon, Ev," Squirrel says, stretching as far as he can and still not reaching him. "It was funny at first but now it's time to roll back out here."

Ev just giggles. Poor Stanley the squirrel tries his best to roll him back out from under the table, but he's just not strong enough.

A little help would not be unwelcome. Particularly before Coreen can find out about this.

[open until forever, like an all-night diner! Also like an all-night diner, service may be slow.]

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[likes-toastems.livejournal.com]

((OOM:From Anywhere, USA))

The door opens, and a blonde girl walks in, looking confused. This is not even slightly what she expected, from the exterior - but it's a pleasant surprise. She's been eating greasy diner food for weeks - maybe this place will serve something better. It can't be too expensive, surely, not stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a peeling exterior and mis-spelled sign.

She hasn't, rather obviously, noticed the viewing window yet.

[tiny!tag: Needy Lesnicky]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[OOM: After discovering that Doc is in fact alive, Guppy attempts to explain this to his son in terms of how Milliways works. His wife explains it Montypython style.]

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[stillbecoming]

"That's not even a real drink," Buffy is informing the bar, over the top of her (half-full) glass. "I mean, come on. It's a hazing ritual, right? Or -- or some kind of nasty potion ingredient. Or made of some kind of nasty potion ingredient, like that one Willow did with the dried mongoose nipples."

The bar is smugly silent.

Buffy looks at the bottle of Moxie -- still nearly full -- and shudders. "Can I just have some water?"

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[justdidntseeit]

Back from an extended stay at Demeter's house in Provence with Boo and Bill, Kate's sitting at the bar tonight, a glass of iced coffee near one elbow and a wooden box in front of her.

The box is beautiful in its simplicity, as is the watch housed inside.

Smiling to herself (and more than a little awed at Weyland's skill, because it's everything she tried to ask for but wasn't sure she articulated), she requests a piece of paper and a pen.


Weyland --

It's perfect. I can't thank you enough for what you've done.

-- Kate Warner


She leaves the note with Bar, along with a generous payment for Weyland's commission, and sips at her coffee, people-watching and casting occasional glances toward the Front Door and the Observation Window.