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[anchor-branded.livejournal.com]

For this visit, Joris hardly looks (or acts) as if he is playing hooky as he enters in through the front door. He and Konstam just finished up a job, and while Konstam gets to deal with all the official paperwork and reports, Joris is free to walk the Bounds and pay a visit to the End of the Universe. (Sometimes it is nice to be the trainee and have a limit on your responsibilities!) Of course, Joris' first priority here at Milliways is not getting a drink- as soon as the teen arrives, (quickly turning off the scanner in his hands), he is looking around the room to see if he spots any of his friends here.

Even post-job, his white uniform is spotless and in near-pristine condition. (But that is the magic of canon.) As for the young demon hunter, his hair is still damp from the shower he just took. That covers 'spotless'. As for 'one piece', he's fine, though there are a couple of butterfly-bandages on his left temple. They go with the just-starting bruise on the accompanying cheekbone- but that's the job, and you should see the other guy demon.

OOM

[longlonghair]

[[OOM: The first of many armies challenges the upstart kingdom of Haven. Rapunzel relates the events in a letter to Alex.]]

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[theresnodoor]

Well, it's definitely not warm outside. The point is, it's warmer. And as useful as the garage has been all these months, the prospect of space and light and a bit of a breeze is very tempting.

Rachel's not eager enough to be stupid, though. It's not her workout clothes she's wearing, but long sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, feet encased in sneakers.

It's too much for the harder stuff that takes the most flexibility, but Rachel's managing flips and cartwheels, at least. Sadly, if she hates anything, it's an audience. She'll be around back and not immediately apparent unless there's some fairly serious wandering or exploration going on.

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[alotofgood]

[ oom:

May 30 & 31, 1976.

In which the Gryffindors and Slytherins face each other in the final Quidditch match of the year to some surprising results.

This is followed by a sleepless night and a bizarre game of Wizard's Chess. ]

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[student_of_impossibility]

It's been a while since he's found the Bar, which is why his first expression is of surprise--and then delight.

And now there's a slightly dusty and sweaty not-quite-Roman captain lounging in a booth and making headway into a steak.

From his open curiosity as he surveys the Bar, he's more than happy to welcome company.

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[boston_bruiser]

[OOM: “This is what we came here for. Let’s go hunting.”]

So far, Afghanistan’s a lot quieter than Voodoo would’ve expected. A CIA spook gave them some technicals, as well a name – Tariq. Supposedly, he’s got intel on Taliban positions in the foothills, but Voodoo’s not holding his breath. The last time they relied on some local –

Milliways.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

This isn’t good.

Matter of fact, it’s downright…well, bad.

Reason being is that Voodoo’s ”in-costume”, i.e. decked out in gear no mercenary would be caught dead in.

He tries the door. It's locked. Bound again.

“Aw, shit,” Voodoo mutters. ”Shit shit shit.”

Now nobody’s going to buy his “private contractor” cover.

He’ll be in a corner booth, trying to look inconspicuous and hoping nobody recognizes him.

Feel free to crush his hopes.

(Or mock his beard/turban/tomahawk. At your own risk, of course.)

(OOC: Tag at will, but be prepared for the inevitable slowtimes. Open until I say otherwise.)

Exit post

[m-antonivs.livejournal.com]

A man walks through many doors in his lifetime, but it is a finite number: eventually, there will always be a last time through any given door.

The fluid nature of time around the bar means that while for Mark Antony, in his current timeline, some visits remain, chronologically from this side of the door this is his last visit. But he's not thinking of that now, as he steps back through the door--no, he has a city to govern, and a woman to see.

[ooc: when headvoices go, they're gone. Three and a half years isn't a bad run for one, and this means being able to app a new pup. Onward and upward! :D ]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Carlotta finally gets to talk to Will about her fear of childbirth. It doesn't go well.]

Carlotta has taken refuge out back, climbing up to the top of a tall tree. Hiding until her eyes get a bit less red.

After a while, she dangles upside down from a branch by her knees. To make it look totally like she's intending to be up there.