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[the_ghostking]

It is, by all rights, an ordinary day at the bar.

But when the door opens next, letting in a chilly, almost eerie breeze, those sitting nearest the exit might inadvertently feel a shiver crawl up and down their spine.

(They may not understand why. Or they might.)

The reason is because Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, has entered the bar.

Wearing an oversized dark leather bomber jacket and baggy pants, his hair looking as though it's badly in need of a decent haircut, his skin pale and almost sallow - like he's spent far too much of his time underground - he steps past the threshold and into the main space.

He looks frustrated and angry, but beneath that is a mingled expression of confusion and sadness. The boy's been through a lot.

"This isn't going to help me," he grumps immediately, turning to his right - where there is no one there to answer back. "Hey - where did -"

Someone help a poor boy out.



[ooc: I love this first EP so much I'm using it again. :3 Open forever!

tiny!tag: nico di angelo]

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[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius Malfoy is not all that shocked to see Milliways after so much time has passed since he last had his feet in the bar. Life outside has kept him busy enough and seeing Milliways now is only like greeting a good friend that he hasn't talked to in a month.

The boy, now in his sixth year at Hogwarts, merely sets his broom by the door - it has anti-theft charms, thank you very much - and heads straight for Bar. Where he lays a pair of mud-caked Quidditch gloves and goggles on the counter.

"Hel-lo there. Been awhile, hasn't it? I thought maybe I'd been kicked from the club."

But he knows, without even having to ask, he had some growing up to do. Growing up that was best handled outside the complicated realm of Milliways.

"Butterbeer, please. Warm. Practice was brutal."

And the weather not much better.

His robes and gear get a quick cleaning with a wave of his wand.

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[abar-starclog.livejournal.com]

Carl is blissfully unaware of who showed up the other night. This... is probably for the best, or that 'no business' rule might get tricky.
In any case, he's staked out a booth and is poking at his laptop. Someone may want to see if he's had lunch yet.

OOM: Hoops on Fire

[hoopsonfire]

[[ An undead girl who hates politics keeps being dragged into it, and into the many problems of vampire society. ]]

Bartending

[likesthecoat]

When the Bar asks Ianto to tend tonight, he almost writes his usual on the specials board.

But then has a thought.

Tonight's Specials
The Captain's Martini
Snowplow
Hot Scott

Sometimes it's good to shake things up.

Jacket off, sleeves rolled up--Ianto's ready to serve you.

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[hoopsonfire]

Door swings open, a pale girl walks in. New clothes, same blank expression, a book in her hands, the first thing the Fledgling does is check the sign she left, and then move to a seat.

Definitely not by the fireplace or the observation window, both being way too distracting and at times unnerving: a nice booth will do.

The book holds her attention for all of three minutes, before she closes it and focuses on people-watching.

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[gavemea_45]

It's been just another day in the life of the Winchesters.

They'd stopped for the night about half a day's drive outside Joliet. Dean's still at the bar down the street from the motel, alternating between pool sharking and hitting on girls. Sam had called it quits early and headed back to the room to do a little research.

He'd managed to deal with the cheap decor in the room -- seriously, giant purple paisley wallpaper and fuzzy red velvet lampshades, what the hell's up with that? -- just long enough to cache a few sites on his laptop, then had taken the computer, John's journal, and a few books, and headed straight for Milliways.

Now Sam's kicked back in a booth with his stuff spread out on the table and a cup of coffee at hand while he reads and makes notes.

Things are looking up.

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[q_in_training]

Oh God. Sleep. Why can there not be more sleep.

Luckily, thanks to the magic of Milliways, there can be!

Or, to wit: one last-semester college senior at a booth, a couple of textbooks open and scattered across the table, with her head pillowed in her arms and her earbuds in.

Mac's just resting her eyes. She swears.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

It is already dark outside, but Teja is still working. The forge door is open, the cats are asleep, and Teja is singing to himself while sharpening trilobate arrowheads on the whetstone.

He is alert, though, for anything unusual: - the blood-drinker is still not caught!



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

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[scots_wolf]

It is already dark, but Urquhart is still outside. He is hunting the last straggling demon bunnies, shooting them in the glowing eyes as they flee through the snow.

It is a bit windy, so that poses an additional challenge.

Urquhart likes edges. Anybody can do the easy things, the non-moving targets at daylight.