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[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

Edie Napolitano has snuck back into Milliways.  Things have been busy at home, and well, sometimes you just need to slip away.  All this being the First Lady stuff is getting boring.  Though, the diamonds that it affords her, that she doesn't have to steal are nice, even if they do take all the fun out of being a supervillainess.

So, she's sent off the ironic thank-you cards, and now she's relaxing. 

She's also trying to come up with a suitable Valentine's gift for her husband.  That's not going to wind up being decent...

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[evilontheloose]

It is a normal day in Milliways, at least as far as Jordan is concerned: she has a tall milkshake, a seat at a booth and her music player.

And her notebook computer, of course. Frank Zappa and a chocolatey sugary drink to help her plan world domination.

Feel free to ask what is this week's scheme.

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[xamotomax]

Tonight's itinerary called for the standard of tea and business magazines, coupled with light edibles in the form of gourmet fruits and cheeses.

And they were enjoying it, when a small shower of dust and dirt fell onto their table.

Looking up, they spotted one of the nameless patrons carefully making their way down one of the rafters.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Interesting enough that the two decide to abandon their previous activity, remove their jackets, and promptly make their way up with all the speed of an acrobat.

Sure it looks odd that a couple of men in corporate attire are navigating the rafters, but they're doing it with such absurd ease you'd think they've done this sort of thing before.

Not here, they haven't.



It's just like being back in the old Arbco Brothers Circus again...

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is leaning in the dark corner by the fireplace, watching people while smoking a cigarette.

He's learned that from Ramon Salazar only today, and doesn't yet know that he's likely to attract antagonism for it.

The clementines or 'Christmas oranges' in a bowl nearby, he discovered all by himself.

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[hadyougoing]

It's Friday night, and Ava has already changed out of her office wear into sweatpants and an oversize purple sweater. (Her silvery headband is, however, still in her hair, and she likes to think that it and the thin chain around her neck, strung with red clown noses, complete just about any outfit.)

She's curled up on a couch by the fire, munching chips and a sandwich and looking absently at the game of Scrabble she borrowed from the Bar.

It's weird to think of board games as having any relevance to her (after)life, so she may be staring at it just a little too intently.

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[fairytaleknight]

Fakir is sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading The Sorrows of Young Werther. Every so often Fakir looks up. If Mytho walks through the door, or if the Raven comes, he'll know.

Just in case, there's a heavy sword propped up against Fakir's chair.

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[not_lugosi]

A week to go, a week to go... That's the refrain that's been echoing through Bela's head all day. A week to go until her "one year to go" countdown.

She can't take much more of this, except she can and she will. She simply doesn't want to. The fucking door to Milliways finally showed up earlier tonight, and she slipped in to claim her usual booth. She's in black yoga pants and a blue cami; she hasn't left her flat in the last few days. Her leather jacket tops off her outfit, its pockets loaded down with the accouterments one needs to fight off demons of various walks of un-life.

She's on her second martini, but what the hell (no pun intended)? Come say hi.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips through the front door, quick and careful. She moves along the edges of the room, casting a quick glance at the Security office and the stairs before moving toward the bar.

After retrieving a plate of spaghetti and a root beer float, she takes up a position at a corner table, one foot resting on the seat in case she needs to move quickly. It has happened before.

But not here.

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[young_tmriddle]

Tom is literally passing through tonight. One quick drink, and then he's back to the House and out with Door for the evening. The scotch here is worth the side trip. He can't help that it's the best in the universe.

ooc: semi-plot locked, please ping before tagging as brain strength is on loooow

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[fanofthegenre]

Beckett is running.

To work out, mostly, but also to clear her head.

(There's a lot in there that needs clearing.)

She's outside, dressed just enough to stay warm and trying to make her way back to the bar before it gets too dark and she's forced to dodge demon bunnies or whatever else lurks out in the shadows. By the time she returns, she's made good time, and stops to do a few finishing stretches, hoisting her foot up onto the railing and trying to touch her nose to her leg.

She's got headphones in, so she may not hear you if you approach quietly. And we don't advise sneaking up on her, either.

[ tiny tag: rick castle ]

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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules does not so much as simply walk into Milliways this evening.

No, he bounds in, sweat glistening on his exposed muscles, and his general demeanor looking rather haggard.

He pauses, not that he is out of breath. It's more a matter of going 'how did that happen?' running through his head. He'd just damaged a very large commercial cruise ship to make a getaway. He's not sure that a sudden Milliways-break is quite the right idea. And when he turns around to exit... there is no door.

"...Hmmmph," he says, resigning himself to walk over to the bar and taking a seat. He doesn't even order anything, for the time being.

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[nita_callahan]

Thank God for Fridays. Barely a month into school and Nita's brain is already feeling fried.

It's been several weeks since Nita talked with River -- a month and a half since her encounter in the library. She's spent a lot of what time she can spare from schoolwork worrying about Puck.

She's also spent a lot of time refusing to think about the library. The bite on her wrist has healed, leaving nothing but shiny patches of skin that you wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for them.

It turns out, though, that there are reminders, whether she wants to ignore what happened or not.

Feel free to catch her looking pale in front of the bulletin board, or recovering with tea at a nearby (very well-lit) table.

[ooc: Open 'till it scrolls!]

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[veryscaryrobot.livejournal.com]

Cameron's spent the past half-hour standing in front of the Observation Window, spine straight, feet (in their motorcycle boots) a shoulder's width apart. Not moving.

Now, obeying some cue visible only to her, she tromps back toward the bar. And stops.

The book she requests is a medical text. It has glossy pictures.

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[noteful]

January was what one might call an eventful month, if one were being judicious.

But it's over, and February is looking promising.

Meg has a seat near the fire, and is flipping through a book of knitting patterns.

She's just not sure what she's looking for yet.

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[river_meimei]

River is stretched out on her stomach along a rafter, cheek pillowed on her folded arms.

The bar is bustling tonight. It's interesting to watch, it seems.

(And Serenity is very quiet right now.)

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[walksthebounds]

It's one of Jamie's more bedraggled entrances - he's been working as a coal shoveller on a steamboat for the past few weeks, and he's wiping the soot off his face as he comes in.

(They were stranded for a few days, and food was running short and tempers shorter. Jamie reckoned it was time to be off before either of the two ran out completely. Anyway, it's been a while.)