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[acts_of_gord]

Gordon meant to enter the men's washrooms in Rowlesburg just now. He wound up here instead. It's early morning, so he hasn't quite- ah, there we go, he just realized where he is.

Well, Milliways has a men's room too.

Five minutes after he arrived, Gordon emerges from the men's room looking a bit fresher and more organized, but still groggy. Good thing Bar serves coffee. And breakfast. He's gonna sit himself down with both in front of a fire he didn't have to build and just sort of melt into the couch.

Millitimed Exit Post

[sunbaked_baker]

A few weeks ago, this happened:

Sunshine came down from her room. She'd made the bed, and left it as close to how she'd found it as possible. The key, she returned to Bar with her thanks, and settled her tab.

Then she had gone to the kitchen. The gift baskets of baked goods she'd left with Bar, also, so they'd stay fresh until their recipients got them. Each of them has a label to tell who they're for: Thirteen, Ben Wade, Ned, Axel, Teja, Demeter, Sirona, Urquhart, Mia, Bobby, Kate Barlow, Moiraine, Squall... too many to name.

She'd miss them all.

But she couldn't let that stop her.

The door opened to an apartment awash with the golden light of the setting sun, dozens of roses in red and white everywhere, in whatever containers would hold water. The scent of them was thick in the air.

Without letting herself pause to look back, Sunshine stepped through, closing the door behind her.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Do you remember those sets you used to get as a kid, the ones that would create marble mazes and would be fun for a couple months until key pieces went missing and it became somewhat impossible to create anything other than a straight slide?

Ace has discovered this toy.

And managed to get her hands on quite a few sets at once.

Someone ought to advise her that putting a stepstool on top of a table isn't exactly the wisest way to gain more height so as to build one's marble maze upwards.

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[thursdays_angel]

[OOM: "Dean Winchester. It is time to go."]

The door to Milliways flies open with enough force to bounce it off of the wall. It's just as well that no one is nearby. In fact, the bar seems practically deserted but for the waitrats.

A moment later, out of the void beyond, an angel (a bit worse for wear) staggers through the door. The limp form of a man hangs over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. The face is not visible, resting against the back of Castiel's coat. And every inch of the man--hair to the soles of his shoes--is coated in a thick layer of grime. So much so that his race is difficult to distinguish, let alone his features.

Hell is not, after all, a clean place.

Castiel grabs the door and closes it on the cold realm outside and, hefting his burden a bit more securely, takes stock of Milliways.

God has granted him this place of Sanctuary. But he is hoping to avoid awkward questions.

[Plot locked. More information here.]

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[trigger_man]

 [OOM: But what you've done here
Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before
You're pulling yourself away.]

First Entrance.

[mrdreamsbigger.livejournal.com]

He isn't dreaming - that much, he knows for absolute certain - or he's convinced himself of it based on the unfamiliar details his eyes take in.

But there's a pause, briefly, as he reaches into the pocket of his suit (linen, cleanly pressed to the point of crisp), fumbling past the pack of cigarettes before his fingers close around the small chip (worn along one edge, the weight familiar).

It's important to solidify any doubts, just the same.

"Right, then," he mutters out loud, to no one in particular, as he assumes a seat in a corner booth and draws a cigarette out of the pack with his teeth.

It isn't a trattoria in Venice.

But it'll do.

[ tiny tag: eames ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting with his laptop in one corner of the bar, trying to learn a video he downloaded earlier.

His young son has asked him about a hundred times today to 'Do big fish', and got quite upset when Guppy had to admit he hadn't a clue what he was on about.

In the end he phoned one of the other parents at nursery and found out it's some sort of dance.

He's vaguely miming the moves, which probably looks a bit weird. At least the music has the instructions in it.