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[a1enzo]

Enzo, as a general rule, comes to Milliways on purpose, through the hall closet at home or a door in the utility tunnels at school. The Door doesn't often take him by surprise, so he's a bit startled when he finds himself in the bar instead of the equipment room after Game Simulations class.

He's also a bit embarrassed, since he's still carrying a toy shortsword and wearing a horned helmet, a big, bulbous false nose, and fangs.

"Weal fummy, Lan'lor'," he mutters, closing the Door quickly before any of his classmates can see through it.

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[im-just-the.livejournal.com]

The man sitting near the fire is not, in an ironic lack of irony, sitting in the middle of one of the couches. Said lack of irony isn't, precisely, lost on him, but his expression suggests that he has other, more pressing matters, on his mind. Maybe he's considering the fate of a trans-dimensional race of intelligent staplers.

Maybe he's thinking about dinner.

Either way, sitting in the middle of a couch would be supremely unsubtle and more than a little discourteous (it's not like he needs an entire couch to himself, after all). And the Middle Man prefers both subtlety and courtesy.

Occasionally these two preferences, which are rather obvious, really, lead people to believe that he especially loves subtle courtesy with its impressive combination of two things he values. But those people are mistaken, for courtesy needs no subtlety, and subtlety is beyond courtesy.

All of which is a long, but utterly necessary, way of explaining why the man in the olive green Eisenhower jacket is sitting at a small table with a single empty seat across from the one he occupies. It wouldn't do to use up more space than he needs, and while he isn't expecting company, he certainly wouldn't turn it away.

You can tell he's in a social mood because he has a glass of milk. That really should make it obvious.

happy hour: the home for wayward pups.

[squeakyhinges.livejournal.com]

Tonight, your friendly-dandy tender is a goddess - you know, the sort that hasn't been around lately. Today, she's styling s black fedora, an extremely relevant shirt, and eighties hair. She doesn't follow fashion, she sets it. (She also may have dirt stains on her cheeks and forehead, but we can ignore that, right? Right.)

Specials
Arizona Twister
Cocomacoque
Bacon Sandwich
Anything else I think looks interesting.

Free drinks for anyone willing to play "Never Have I Ever" with their fellow patrons.


In the meantime, she'll be thumbing through last year's February Cosmo. Don't even ask.

Entrance Post

[midlands-hero.livejournal.com]

It'd been a week since the defeat of Darken Rahl. Richard got that the people wanted to celebrate as they'd been under his rule for as long as he'd been alive. But he didn't quite understand why he had to stop everything he was doing in order to celebrate for a week straight. There were still battalions of the Da'Haran army out there that were giving the people trouble and he felt he should be out there with the rest of the Resistance fighting them.

He scratched the back of his head as he entered the room tonight's fest was being held in and paused about three steps in, because this really didn't look like where he was supposed to be. Especially since Kahlan and Zed had already entered the room and a quick glance around this place told him that they weren't anywhere he could see. That and the room had really changed since he'd been in here this morning.

A glance behind him finds the door he'd just entered through gone. Which only adds to the confusion as he shifts to an empty table with a confused look. The Seeker of Truth is very much lost at the moment. Poor fellow.

[Tiny'Soon-to-be-Rahl Tag: Richard Cypher]

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is on one of the couches by the fireplace, lying back, with his long blond mane hanging over the armrest he's put his head on, and pooling on the rug.

He is playing chess against his blood-red Nintendo DS, and trusts his reputation to have gone around by now.

So nobody will dare step on his hair.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Listening.]

Guppy is in a booth, with his young toddler beside him. Today they're drawing pictures with crayons.

It's questionable whose picture is more artistic, overall. Guppy's picture looks more like an anatomical drawing, and Alex's is a mass of blue and green lines. When he's done, Guppy attempts to explain the picture to Alex.

Alex stares blankly at him for a moment, then picks up a blue crayon and scribbles all over his father's picture.

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[plays-nice.livejournal.com]

oom:	i get wherever i'm going, i get whatever i need while my blood's still flowing and my heart still beats

( spoilers for the first season finale of prison break )