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There are patrons everywhere.

(Take your turn, take a ride)

The Bar's a big place, when you think about it. People everywhere, going about their lives, or unlives as the case may be. All day. All night, so far as 'day' and 'night' apply in this place/time.

(on the merry-go-round)

Some of them are being watched.

(in an inhuman race)

Not all at once, obviously. But over the day (or night, as it may be) the time adds up, and these eyes see much.

(But who can name the face?)

The patterns are clear when you know what to look for, and he knows.

(Masquerade)

They are all so operatic.

[OOC: Salzella is not visibly around. But do tag this post with your pup doing something completely normal, wherever they are in the bar, and the Ghost will reply with one of his trademark roses to be delivered. No obligation to do so - no obligation for follow-up if you just want them to recieve one. Fair warning - he is not a nice man. No.

EDIT: Gone for sleep. However, all tags will be replied to in slowtime!]

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Paige is sitting by the bar, drawing the man from the dream she had last night, she looks down and smiles at it, wondering if she should attempt to draw him without the mask

On the bar appears a pretty white but sharply thorned rose, just blooming out of bud.

Attached is a card in attractive copperplate handwriting, written in dark red ink.

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the4thsister.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 00:06 (UTC) - Expand

Speaking of mundane activities, there is a small blonde witch in the corner. Reading.

When she next goes to the bar, a rose will appear. A large pure white blossom at first glance, though when you pick it up, the petals shade to deep dark red in the unopened centre, spreading slowly towards the outside of the bloom.

The small card is addressed in deep red ink.

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whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 00:13 (UTC) - Expand

Cywyllog is, as usual, sitting on a couch by the fire, sipping tea. Deep in thought, which is not always so usual, but still, there she is.

There will be a rose that appears next time she goes to the bar.

A pale pink or white rose - depending on the light. It looks almost incongruous against the dark waxy green and cruel curved thorns of the stem.

An attached card reads,

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cywyllog - 2005-12-11 02:36 (UTC) - Expand

Elaine is doing hand work by the fire. She just may be making a Christmas present.

In allowance of her preference perhaps, or just the Ghost being smart, it is a white lily that will appear on the bar for her when she next goes to it.

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maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 01:16 (UTC) - Expand

Lust stands at the counter, a ring with a small unornamented gray stone set in it flipping around her fingers. She's given its cousin to someone and promised him a lie based on the belief that it is the Philosopher's Stone. Occasionally she sips from a glass of wine.

On the bar appears a delicately formed white iris. Beautiful and almost translucently pale, it stands out brightly on Bar's surface.

The card attached carries no form of address.

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ways-lust.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 01:30 (UTC) - Expand

Maria came in just for a quick visit, and is sitting by the Bar giving Alex his bottle.

A small cream-coloured rose appears beside her on the bartop, almost tinged yellow in the warm cheerful light of the bar.

A short note is written on card the same shade as the rose.

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herbal-waitress.livejournal.com - 2005-12-12 09:42 (UTC) - Expand

OS. Bar. RAM. Yes.

The rose that appears beside 95 is almost too perfect in form. Symmetrical and almost dead white contasting with the uniform green of the stem.

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95-tan.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 04:34 (UTC) - Expand

After wandering in from Serenity and sneakily getting Mel to eat something, Ace curls up on the couch with her traditional breakfast of cocoa, cinnamon toast, and blueberries.

Just another day, here. If it can ever be just another day in Milliways.

A whole bunch of pure white roses appears on the bar for her, tied with a silky black ribbon between hard sharp thorns, nastily curved.

The card inscribed in bloody red ink simply reads:

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nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 02:36 (UTC) - Expand

Roger's seated by the fireplace with his notebook and guitar, shivering a little as he works.

The heat's still out back home.

A rose appears next time he passes the bar, a beautiful blood-red one with very sharp hooked thorns.

A card is attached with a brighter red ribbon, but it is blank.

Helpfully, a pen full of characteristic red ink appears next to it for him to fill in himself.

It is possible the Ghost considers himself amusing.

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fenderfrontman.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 02:57 (UTC) - Expand

Scrooge wanders back inside again, it's bloody cold out there at the stables. He'll go out soon, but he'll just stand near the heater for a bit to warm up a little.

A withered, dried out rose will appear for him the next time he passes the bar.

Addressed is a piece of scrap paper tied on with string.

A card and ribbon would be an extravagance.

*Yrael stretches luxuriously in his place at the corner of the bar, taking his time in waking up from a pleasant not'catnap.*

Thoughtfully, when he wakes a beatifully and tastefully arranged bunch of catnip leaves will appear, tied with a bright red ribbon.

The card wonders,

Bentley is scribbling. And frowning. And crossing things out. And scribbling again. And just generally looking annoyed.

Algorithms. They'll stab you when you're not looking.

A rose appears on the bar.

A delicate pale pink rose in the fullest of bloom. It smells, in a metaphorical fashion, like summer.

The card attached reads;

Catherine's working on her paperwork in one corner, sipping from a mug of coffee. Completely normal, business as usual.

When she next goes to the bar, a rose will appear. It is soft and white, with a warm, heady scent.

Attached is a card, tied to the dark stem with silky red ribbon.

Sara is making further Christmas plans.

This is familiar.

A soft yellow rose, almost golden in tone, in full blossoming flower.

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lvpd_sidle - 2005-12-12 17:00 (UTC) - Expand

Finding himself in Milliways yet again, Xander glances around for Meg or Lilly-- anybody, really. When he wanders over to the bar for a drink (of cocoa, big surprise), he gets a copy of Lilly's note and smiles. Good for her to be ... um, you know, fighting bad guys out in the fresh air.

Well, Indy's with her.

Um.

A pretty white rose at the stage just before breaking out of a delicate bud appears a moment after the note.

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xan-shaped.livejournal.com - 2005-12-11 19:45 (UTC) - Expand

Antigone's hungry this morning. Toast and honey with her tea.

She recieves a white rose with her toast and honey and tea. A half-open rose with smooth white petals, something oddly funereal about it. If you looks at such things that way.

[OOC: Extract from 'The Cross of Snow' by Longfellow.]

Caspian comes whistling in from the stables, on his way for his usual tea, mayhap with a mind to work on the ledger he has brought inside with him.

On the floor, just where someone coming in might tread on it, lies a white rose. Someone must have dropped it.

Nothing unusual here.

Move along.

Tim is sitting at the bar, qiuetly drinking his tea. No idea what is going on.

The rose that appears for him has no note attached.

It's head isn't exactly attached either, if we want to get technical. The cut is recent, judging by the freshness of the pale delicate flower that appears beside its stem, but no further note or explanation is given.

There's a Ghostbuster and his pregnant fiancee in the bar, having a discussion over some dinner as usual. Other than Peter still recovering from the recent battle in Andrew's LA, it was a typical night for the couple.

A rose falls to the table between them. It is white, mostly, apart from the deep red edging of the outermost petals.

It has sharp thorns, but perhaps mercifully, there is no note attached.

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doc-venkman.livejournal.com - 2005-12-15 16:11 (UTC) - Expand

Dave has a date, which he's kind of excited about. He's wearing all his least smeggy things.

A lovely white rose appears on the side of the bar, a card discreetly attached with black ribbon.

It reads,

River is settled on the floor next to an armchair, slowly nursing a mug of hot chocolate.

The rose that falls softly from the rafters to the floor beside River lands with the faintest clicking sound. The delicate petals are stiffened and shining, painted as they are with a coating of pitch black lacquer.

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river_meimei - 2005-12-12 02:04 (UTC) - Expand

Ami's been trying without luck to locate Jonathan. With a sigh, she sits down with a book and a cup of tea to see if he shows up.

On the bar when next she should happen to pass it, a rose appears. It is a soft cream colour, just blossoming. It smells very sweet in a soft way.

Attached is a card ties with dark green ribbon, written in deep red ink.

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