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[1st_starfighter]

A man walked into a bar, across the room, and stumbled into the actual bar. There was a squawk, and he dropped the comic he'd been reading. Without looking around he reached for his comic, grumbling. That is until he saw a pair of small legs at the comic's side. Looking up, he blinked.

What was a wait rat doing in his -- his eyes widened.

"Well, I'll be damned. It's about time."

Alex shook the bewildered rat's hands, moved to Bar, and patted the rather good to see wooden bar. He stared around, smiling wide as could be. "Well, then. I missed this."

A tall chocolate shake appeared and he smiled. "Thanks, Bar."

He dropped a couple of bills on Bar's surface, and wandered off to a table, reading his comic in between moments of watching the people of Milliways go by.

Welcome back to Milliways, Alex Rogan.

~tiny tag of starfighting: alex rogan~

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[two-to-the-head.livejournal.com]

The last thirty-six hours have been...well, "harrowing" and "weird" are both good words. They were, however, extremely productive. Corazon did a lot of good for a lot of people, including the town of Novac, some religious ghouls, and a badass sniper who's agreed to stick around with her for a while.

She's also gotten some valuable information, including a new lead on the man in the checkered suit.

At the moment she's in a booth with an empty dinner plate, a Nuka-Cola and a book titled Nikola Tesla and You, which she is reading with great interest.

[Tiny fake tag: Corazon Escobar (The Courier)]

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason has been acclimating to life in the bar this week and pointedly avoiding the door. He's happy enough to stay with his friends for awhile, even with Rio waiting on the other side (after a very long plane trip, of course). He's looking very comfortable on the couch, sipping a coffee and humming along to his iPod. Care to join him?

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[basic_powers]

"Hope this works," Beauford mutters as a door opens up from a white tiled public restroom

"YES! Thank you Milliways, it's nice to have something reliable in my life." He raises his eyes and head toward the ceiling, tucking a winter coat under his arm and heading straight for the Bar. He'd like a cup of coffee before he has to hunt down somebody at least.

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[pullsneedles]

Lucas gets a note today that he's never gotten before.

"Me? You really want me to do it?"

Yes, Bar really does.

"I don't think I've done anything like that before."

You can do it or you wouldn't be asked to do it.

"Well, if you're sure."

Specials

Milk
Orange Juice
Soda
Root Beer Floats

What? He's thirteen.

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[alotofgood]

[ oom:

February 15, 1976.

In which the Valentine's Day weekend does not simply end with a bad prank and a bad date. It ends with a full moon. ]

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[claudiometer]

(OOM: And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go to?)

The door opens, and Claudia sticks her head in. That in and of itself is not unusual, these days.
What is unusual is the part where, instead of doing her customary door-check right away, she holds the door open. "See, isn't this the coolest thing ever?"
(And after Myka's through the door as well, she checks it. It opens just fine.)

(OOC: Two characters, two muns! Tag one or both, just let us know in your tag.)

[tiny bookish tag: Myka Bering]

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[mechanicalswans]

So Weyland, being stuck in the bar after the apparent destruction of his world, is doing exactly what he and Melpomene had discussed: forging a new identity by returning to an old identity, and attempting to pass himself off as human again.

Long story short, he is currently in his old Imperial German airman's uniform, medals and all; over in a booth, surrounded by a faint haze of smoke--and the papers on which he is scribbling his new aircraft design. This one's a lot more conventional than his last one; no fantastic bird-shapes, no sentience, just a better biplane.

Botherable, if you don't mind smoke (or being lied to).

[open until it scrolls]

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[smallgayjew]

[OOM: Nothing saves anyone's life, sir. It just postpones their death.


Warnings for discussion of religion, race, and masturbation, as well as for spoilers for The History Boys.]

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[steelartisan]

[OOM: Kate and Piotr investigate some facts, and discuss some pleasant possibilities for the future.

And some less pleasant ones.]

[ Note: Name: Kate Pryde | Age: 26 | Codename: Shadowcat | Knowledge of a Man Named Ogun: Entirely too much ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy's been doing some thinking lately. It hasn't escaped his notice that many of his patients are: 1. not generally keen on coming into the infirmary, and 2. trying to escape as quickly as possible, even with drips and things.

This worries him. In Holby, patients that discharge themselves against medical advice inevitably collapse in the car park.

So, after some thought, he writes a note and leaves it with the bar.

( Mike )

With that done, he sits at the bar and doodles ideas in his notebook.