Outside, near the forge

[mechanicalswans]

It is evening, and Weyland is outside letting his two horses walk around in the area near the forge. None of the participants is quite as meets the eye: Weyland, still in his airman's uniform (Imperial German, WWI) passing himself off as human; the magnificent black horse Hrimfaxa, the last of the fae horses of his world, being passed off as an ordinary horse.

And then there's the other horse, which hasn't got any skin on. This would be more horrifying if it weren't all made of metal, and being built from the inside out; Weyland has gotten as far as the bones and muscles, and is comparing the movements of the two horses, to make sure that they match. Beautiful, if a bit on the morbid side. It'll look a lot healthier once its exterior is finished.

Botherable, though it's probably not a good idea to sneak up on any of them.

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[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

[OOM: It's movie night with Sallie and Charlie.]

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[agent99]

It's been a long time since 99's seen this place. On the Milliways end, at least.

Back home, it's only been a couple of days, during which she's permanently relocated to a D.C. apartment and is still dealing with the process of moving in while she waits for her next assignment.

It explains the choice of attire today, at least: a threadbare grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. She's carrying a box labeled 'KITCHEN' and holding the door open with her knee, though when she sees where she is, she leaves the box on her side of the door and continues on through.

A cup of coffee is definitely in order - and maybe she'll see some familiar faces here if she's lucky.

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A woman wearing impressive high heels stalks into the bar, then stops short.

This isn't House's office, Cuddy notes, with added regret - she'd been on her way to give him a strong earful after a new set of lawsuits had been delivered to her office this morning.

She can't say she's all too eager to see Milliways - the last time she was here was a little, well, sensitive. Hands resting on slender hips, she taps one index finger, casting a quick glance around the room.

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Eames was in a decisively different form the last time he was here.

The job had gone off without a hitch, and he hadn't even been forced to explain his brief leave of absence from within the dream.

He's beginning to like this place more and more, if the way he's got himself seated in one of the comfier lounge chairs is any indication, feet propped up on a small table, cigarette in hand. He takes another drag, drawing the smoke in, then lets it lazily ghost out of his mouth.

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Last, but not least, there is a Chuck sitting at one of the tables.

She's got a plateful of cup pies on her left and an impressive supply of plastic wrap on her right.

In the midst of her wrapping, she may stop to take a break - and sneak a bite of one of the cup pies when she thinks no one is watching.

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Milliversary Multipup Post!

[ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com]

Data is over by the fireplace, playing the violin. Spot is curled up next to him, looking very comfortable.

It is the first violin part to Bach's Air on a G String, if anyone is curious.

Botherable, as always. Feel free to interrupt, or wait until he is finished playing.

Lore has been out of the cells for a while, but he may or may not have been up in his room, sulking. He seems in a much better mood today, for some reason, and he's wearing… a black leather jacket and sunglasses??? He'll just be over here, smirking at and/or ignoring people, with his feet up on the table.



Eiji has a parfait, which he really shouldn't be eating. He's decided he wants to come back here tomorrow, since apparently it's almost Valentine's Day here! He's used to getting lots of chocolate from girls, and though it might be a long shot, he's hoping that maaaaaaybe someone will leave him a little something?

But in the meantime… ice cream!

Rosalie is outside on the beach again, watching the sunset. She's taken off her jacket to reveal a light blue tank top underneath. One might very easily notice that her skin is sparkling slightly in the dimming light.

[OOC: May be slightly slow at first. Let me know who you're tagging! Open until I say so.]

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[originalbruce.livejournal.com]

Percy strides through the door with an air of determination and purpose. But as soon as he realizes that he's walked into Milliways, his entire demeanor shifts. His steps become languidly graceful and his expression goes from thoughtful and controlled to lazy and indulgent.

"Gads," he declares, "isn't this an odd place to be again!"

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[longlonghair]

[[OOM: Rapunzel writes to Alex about the goings on in Fabletown and beyond.]]

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

A week ago, Cy suddenly had a craving to eat something new. Something he never ever had before. (It could have something to do with that fortune cookie he opened last week, but it could just be coincidence.

But Cy's been all over the world, and offworld, so finding something totally new is really hard. Which is why Cy broke and asked the bar.

"You're sure this is food?" Cy's got the oddest looking fruit he's ever seen. Like an armadillo and an aardvark were spliced with a pear. A giant pear. Cy studies it. And tries to figure out where to begin.

[ooc: tinytag - misfortune cookies]

[ happy hour ]

[itwasjustified]

Given the paperwork he was slogging through, to say that Raylan doesn't mind tending tonight would be an understatement.

Specials:
Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale
vanilla ice cream

He and his hat are behind the bar, lining up freshly washed snifters.

[ ooc: open till 8:30 p.m. EST ; as always, thread-hopping is encouraged! annnnd, closed ; much love to everyone for tagging! all slows will be picked up ASAP for those who want 'em. ]

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[margolotta]

Margolotta steps into the bar, a clacks in her hands, reading.

Before she closes the door, you can hear the sound of music, talking, and laughter. And Margolotta is wearing something of a party dress -- black, classic vampiric cut, but made entirely of brimstoned* rubber and black leather.

She looks the part of queen vampire much more than usually. You can't always look meek and harmless.  People come to expect it. Never do what people expect...

She walks in, puts down her papers on the bar, orders a glass of red wine, and looks around.


* brimstoning: the Discworld equivalent of vulcanisation. As of "Unseen Academicals",  Margolotta canonically owns that dress, a very valuable thing because brimstoned rubber is a very new and yet rare material, as a gift from the Low King of the dwarfs, Rhys Rhysson. Yes, it is a latex and leather dress.-

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[noteful]

All Meg asked Bar for this evening was apple cider.

She has probably have been coming here long enough that it shouldn't be a surprise when she also receives a small cake complete with already blazing candles, and Happy Birthday written in small green letters.

But it still gives her just a second's pause.

And then she smiles.

"Thank you, Bar."

It's really been a very lovely birthday.

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[baptizemyself]

[OOM: think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you...]

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[whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com]

Tobias knows he can't spend all his time in Rachel's room and flying. Or, rather, he can. And Rachel will even let him do so without comment.

But he knows that she needs more than that. She's so much more human than he is that way, and even before he changed, he wasn't that outgoing. But... she needs people. Friends. And if he's going to... well... if he's going to... whatever it is he wants to do for her, whatever it is he can be for her...

He needs to know people. To... make friends. To... something.

So he's in the bar this evening. Just in the most out of the way corner he can find. Perched on the back of a chair in the shadows. Trying not to let the hawk freak out from being A) surrounded by people, B) around all the noise, or C) being trapped indoors.

He's even managing a credible job, only jumping at ever other sound.