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[ohnoitsjools]

[OOM: Jools has just met the love of his life; and she's dating his best mate, Nick.]

When Jools walks into Milliways, an observer would almost think that this was exactly where he was intending to go. In fact, he was looking for a chip shop, but inter-dimensional pub? Close enough. He seems to almost be in a haze as he walks up to the bar and orders cod and chips twice.

At least he's not by the fire place again.

_{Tiny accident-prone tag: Jools}

The Fine Art of Scamming

[evilontheloose]

There is a package left for 'Gus Dickinson' with Bar.

It is about time!



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[til_it_aint]

Maybe Ben hasn't been around the bar quite as much these last few days, but maybe that's 'cause a few days ago he went to the bar and found a room key waitin' for him. And maybe, silly as it felt, he asked the bar who'd done it and she hadn't told him, right, but the point of it all was that there was a room for him and a place to sleep that wasn't the couches by the fire.

's a small room, sure, bed and chest of drawers and bathroom but it's private, quiet, gives him a place to be alone. So Ben's been up there 'cept maybe, at some point, he went and realized that he didn't exactly want to be alone.

So he's down in the bar, now, sittin' in a chair with his holey old boots propped up on a table. Got a stick of wood and a penknife and he's whittlin' a bit, ain't too good but he needs something to do with his hands or he's gonna go crazy.

Could be he's in a better mood then usual, too. Could be.

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[evilontheloose]

Jordan at a booth.

Huge breakfast*, with toast, jam, cheese, milk and coffee added.

How Jordan manages to pack in so much food within her tiny frame is a mystery for the ages, but she might try to explain if asked; sharing is more unlikely.

Anyway, she would not mind company, most likely.



*-[scrambled eggs, sausage, black pudding, bacon, mushrooms, baked beans, hash browns, and half a tomato]

[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

Medic is getting very, very tired of being set on fire. The next time he sees that one RED Pyro on his tail, he's going to leave off with the Blutsauger and the Ubersaw and chase the son of a motherless dog down so he can strangle him with his bare hands. Gloved hands. Whatever.

If you smell smoke passing through the Bar today, Medic is why. He came straight from work and is doing some thoroughly irritated drinking before he hits the showers.


[tiny assassin's guild tag: Sam]

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[tesla_bot]

Robo can almost see his door. Which is good on a number of levels. In the meantime there's still a robot with blue eyes working through a stack of old magazines and breaking from time to people watch and check out the door, wall, whatever.

Other distractions are always an option though.

Tiny Tag: Robo
Open while it's on the front.

OOC: Mun is attempting to fight pre-Christmas work hours of wacky and the urge to hibernate. Please bear with.

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[isaysimplewords]

[OOM, Millitimed to Halloween: In which it is decided that unwanted costumes shall be disposed of.

Warning for adult activity of the fade-to-black variety.]

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[hunterswidow.livejournal.com]

Ellen's sitting at the bar, reading over what looks like a letter.

By the time anyone gets close enough to read its contents, it'll be folded up and placed in her back pocket in the blink of an eye.

It's only a minor comfort, knowing Joanna's out there, safe somewhere. The rest isn't something a strong glass of liquor can't fix.

"Whiskey, please, Bar," she says, just loud enough to be audible, voice low and rasping. "Neat."

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[vance_prime]

Enter Alyx Vance.

She's looking very subdued at the moment, and has a moderately-sized stack of papers under one arm.

"Bar? I need a map of North American rail lines in my world, circa 2001. The biggest one you can get me."

She takes the folded paper that materializes and heads for the biggest table in the Bar. Vance Prime has work to do.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

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[janebecomes]

Jane had gone home and worried that her mother or Cassandra would wonder about the bandage on her neck but Dr. Cullen did a good job and no one noticed.

Though she found her dreams were slightly richer as if there was something strange and full of passion inside her. She would wake up and try to write them but they slipped from her hand like the morning fog.

When a door to Milliways appeared, she at first hesitated but then went through to order a pot of tea and keep trying to write what she could not quite grasp.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the forge, working furiously.

The midwinter holidays are not far off; also, it has been his while since he's seen Charlie, and that brings up feelings in the Goth that are best dealt with by intense sparring, or vigorous hammering.

The cats, not minding the noise, lounge by the fire.

Despite the cold outside, the door is open, and all comers, be they friend or stranger, customer or merely curious, are welcome.-



[[OOC: Forge post -- open until it scrolls!]]

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[notimewarp]

Perhaps a change of pace is in order. The Massive Wanker Damien has been breathing down his neck for some fresh material, and working from home has suddenly become Tim's idea of a nightmare. He's been told no more mutants, no more aliens, and no more superheroes. Damien's expecting something a little less cliché on his desk by tomorrow, but unfortunately, the things Damien finds cliché are exactly the sorts of things Tim rather enjoys.

So, with his black sketchbook and a drafting pencil, Tim's sat right in the middle of the bar, drawing anyone that happens to look interesting.

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[hecu_marine]

[OOM:

Some time ago, after the Scab got destroyed but before Barney Calhoun got rescued, a couple of Resistance leaders made a decision.

And when something like that happens, people hear about it, and act on it...

The Combine, though they probably don't count as people, can act on things too.]