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[pickyourmoments]

Chandler has discovered one of the two sports he actually doesn't suck at: darts! He won't be entering any tournaments, but at least the darts actually hit the board.

He's calmed down a lot since he was last spotted in the bar. Which, with Chandler only means that he's not being unforgivably rude. He's still rather jumpy and twitchy.


Feel free to tell him that he throws like a girl, which he does.

Fake!Tag: Chandler Bing

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[evilontheloose]

Vacations in winter, specially when you go somewhere warm and sunny and nice are very good, but an evil genius can not vacation forever.

She needs to make a living.


GENIUS FOR HIRE

Computers and electronics in general, particle and kinetic weapons, advanced vehicles, cybernetic limb replacements, HE suits, robots and androids, inventions.

Inquires welcome.


There. Now to hope for business.

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[luckytohaveme.livejournal.com]

Brian lounges in a booth, smoking and watching the other patrons of the bar.

It's like a pre-game show.


[ooc: tiny tag: Brian Kinney]

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[art-and-brian.livejournal.com]

Justin has taken to asking Bar the date whenever he arrives for his shift; he can't believe how fast time moves here compared to back home. Upon learning that it's only two days away from Valentine's Day, his mood sours abruptly.

SPECIALS

Anything that isn't pink.

Someone isn't in the mood for this holiday. It's not like it's a proper one, anyway. So he's surly when he puts the chalk down and turns to the room at large.

'Bar's open.'


[OOC: Annnd, closed to new threads, say thankya. Man, that went fast.

And Slowtime 'R' Us! Thanks all. I'll be around a bit tonight still to continue but will mostly pick up over the weekend.]

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[isaysimplewords]

Cal was - busy on Christmas Day back home, what with Bela visiting and their distracting each other from the emptiness the holiday holds for them both. And so it is that, when he finds himself in Milliways on the twenty-sixth, the headline on the New York Times Bar provides with his raktajino catches him by surprise.

TITANIC REPLICA ALMOST CRASHES INTO LONDON FROM SKY
Disaster Narrowly Averted
Prior history of Christmas skirmishes means few witnesses as city population had scattered in anticipation

". . . Huh."



[tinytag: chandler bing]

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[til_it_aint]

Sure, Ben's been in Milliways but that don't mean he's been down in the bar. Since comin' back, gettin' hisself drunk 'n making a fool of himself he's been keepin' to his room, comin' down for food'n'coffee'n'smokes but that's about it. Things is easier in the room, ain't so much space and when he falls asleep and jerks himself awake there ain't anyone watchin'.

But he knows he can't do that forever, and tonight he tried to be down in the bar. Didn't last more'n a few minutes 'fore it was just too much, too many people, too much noise and he escapes outside, stands against the wall with his shoulder's diggin' into the wood and lights a cig, takes a deep drag on it and stares into the dark like maybe it's got answers for him. He looks cleaner'n before, maybe, but he still looks like he ain't had a sleep in far too long and that, well, that's 'cause he hasn't. He's fightin' it hard as he can, but problem is - tappin' ash off the end of the smoke, foldin' his arm into his chest - problem is he don't know what he's fightin' against.

He won't say it, won't go looking for it, but distractions - well, they ain't exactly gonna go unwelcome.

[ooc: heart everyone but it's time for sleep! slowtimes for all, but new tags welcomed and will get picked up. thankye!]

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[noteful]

[OOM: Birthday party.]


Meg Ford is wearing a blue sweater, jeans, and a silver-and-purple plastic birthday tiara (it was a gift from one of her roommates) when she finds the bar where her bedroom should have been.

And she also finds that she has no objection to spending a little time on the last day of her teenaged years at the end of the universe, with cocoa and a comfortable place to sit by the fire.

Outside, daylight

[scots_wolf]

Wrapped in his long dark cloak and an additional wrap made of demon bunny pelts, Urquhart is sitting in the lower branches of a tree on the edge of the forest, watching people passing by. With the forge, the back door, and the archery butts in his line of vision.

He is clearly visible. That means he wants to be.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Tests, and a step closer to results.]

Guppy came in earlier to catch up on sleep, and is now in a quiet corner, curled up with a book. And with hot chocolate with marshmallows.

He'd be happy to share the marshmallows with anyone who doesn't mock his demonic bunny-shaped slippers.

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[latino_menace]

Ramon is out of the bar. Really. He's off getting into trouble in the Bahamas.

The Landlord though, seems to have a sense of humour (though doubtless not everyone will appreciate this particular joke). Because there's a man (boy) coming through the door and if you know Ramon, and aren't looking properly, you'll assume it's him because of the way he walks.

If you look closer though...you'll notice that the Ramon you know doesn't tend to wear jeans with the bottoms turned up like that, or that the leather jacket over the plain white T-shirt is just a bit too West Side Story for the guy who normally favours Armani suits and Italian shoes. Also? This guy could be an ad for Brylcreem with his hair slicked back like that.

The bloody bandage over the knuckles on his right hand might be a bit more familiar though.

'What the fuck is this shit?'

Welcome to Milliways, Ramon Salazar. Aged 19.


[OOC: Anyone who wants to tag (all welcome!) might want to read this first, particularly if you've threaded with the older version of Ramon.]