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[doyousmellfudge_archive]

Out of Milliways:

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.

Spoilers for Warehouse 13 episode 1x11, "Breakdown."

[tinytag: Lt. Mark Hoffman, Myka Bering, Rory Williams. Thanks to everyone who participated, and regrets that we couldn't actually finish the group plot of awesome.]

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie is busy meditating in the rafters. Assuming that meditation is something you can busy doing. Maybe it's the opposite of busy?

Yes, that is the sort of mood Charlie is in today. Approach him with caution, lest he start asking too many questions about everything.

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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara Gordon looks... well, like she usually looks. Laptop, coffee, concentration.

But underneath that she's a mixture of pleased and anxious. Things had gone well in Gotham. They weren't out of the woods yet, and she hadn't had a chance to talk to Steph (or had been avoiding that chance), but she thinks things are going well.

Which might explain the subtle little grin on her face.

Chalk one up for the good guys.

OOM: Aftermath

[alertcommando]

[[ The war is over, but there are a few loose ends that need to be dealt with. ]]

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[alertcommando]

Tanya walks in, just raising a brow as she finds herself at the end of the universe. With a shrug, she makes her way to the counter.

There are two odd things about this scenario: one, the commando is wearing an actual, honest-to-god dress. And a very nice one, black, long, a nice fit and form, matched with high heels and makeup.

Second, she's unarmed, and for people who know Tanya, that should be every bit as strange as the dress-wearing itself.

The woman is planning on a drink, but she does not seem about to reject polite company.

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[blowupthefloats]

Rare are the occasions that Munch is actually glad to see Milliways, and this is one of them. The tension in the squad room has been so thick these past few weeks that you could cut it with a knife. Poor Olivia was still reeling from the loss of Calvin Arliss, and Christmas being just around the corner wasn't helping any. She'd also barely said more than three words to him and Fin since that case; Munch doesn't know if it was because Cragen had handed them the investigation into Vivian Arliss or not.

But, that was outside and Bar rules prohibited no outside business. So tonight instead there shall be Happy Hour.

Tonight's Specials
Candy Cane
Hot Peppermint Chocolate (non-alcoholic available upon request)
Irish Coffee

Specials up for the shift, Munch stands back and waits to take orders.

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[overcame-fear.livejournal.com]

The Door flies open and into the bar strides a Green Lantern.

This is not a subtle thing, but then GL probably couldn't do subtle even if he wanted to, and -- surprise! -- he doesn't want to.

He is happy to be here, though. Bar has the best coffee this side of Oa, even if he's still not sure exactly which side of Oa this place is on.





[Making a run to the grocery but will be back soon for any tags. =D ]

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[all_er_nothin]

Will strides into the bar. He's happy; won a good few dollars towards the amount he needs today. He whistles contentedly as he heads towards the bar, then stops.

Huh. This looks like the tavern he wandered into the other night, except it was in a completely different place.

He stands around looking very confused. Perhaps someone could explain?

[tinytag: Will Parker.]

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[visible_sariel]

There's a pilot in the bar.

Don't worry, there is no accompanying spacecraft in the bar. That would just be awkward, not to mention potentially harmful to patrons and furniture. Patrons who are furniture? Uh, yes. Moving right along.

This particular pilot has a table, a mug of hot chocolate with a cinnamon stick standing in it, and a currently empty chessboard. Sariel gets the blame for everything but the last; that was Bar's idea. Maybe the counter's been watching Teja and Urquhart 'duel'.

Come play? Or not play - Sariel's friendly either way.

((Tiny researcher tag: Arcade Gannon))

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[lionlike_tabby]

The door opens on a woman with unusually fluffy hair, clutching her red tartan dressing gown around her.

Professor McGonagall had been hoping for bed after an exceedingly trying day and a sudden awakening several hours post-bedtime, but it appears Milliways has other ideas.

Oh well! Straight-backed, she takes a seat at the bar and covers a very restrained yawn with a polite hand.

"A large Scotch, Bar, if you please."

She will be here for some time, but interlocutors may wish to tread carefully; fools will be suffered with even less tolerance than normal.

[OOC: FYI, McGonagall is currently in the middle of OotP! Namely, from immediately after the scene in Dumbledore's office where he leaves the school.]