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[OOM: In which Angelina is drafted and a familiar face makes a reappearance.]



[OOC: Much thanks to Nny and Sophie for putting this together for me. ]
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I think this is the lesson I was supposed to learn. I think I was supposed to know where my memories of Susanne came from, and why. I think that was what was keeping me here. And I think I hope this is not just wishful thinking.

All the times he's opened that door, he's seen nothing but a void, a swirling mass of darkness and destruction and he's not been anywhere near desperate enough to try to walk out into that. It would be a leap of faith far beyond his bounds, far beyond anything he could think of doing or actually bringing himself to do.

But this night... it feels... different, somehow.

And so he decides to try the door, see if the Bar will let him leave now that he's relived his nightmare with Tom's assistance. Bill takes a deep breath.

Ready, Bill? Ready.

The doorknob feels somehow cold, and he's not sure if it's reality or his own expectations making it that way.

Confidence, Bill. Why wouldn't it let you leave now?

That's more like it. He shakes back his long hair, touches the dragon fang earring for luck, and opens the door... and it's different.

No swirling void.

Bill looks through, then steps back into the bar, his face pale. This was not what he expected. Come to think on it, he's not sure where he expected to see: Cairo? The Burrow? Gringotts? London? But certainly not this.

Not the dungeon room from which he escaped.

He closes the door quickly. He is not going back to captivity. He'd rather be stuck here for all time.

Walking quickly to the bar, he orders a cup of tea. 3 sugars, fresh cream.

That, Bill, is the universe's way of saying Fuck You! loud and clear. He grins, and the grin widens into a smile, and he laughs. He doesn't care who hears.
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*Charlie staggers through the door. He's a little unsteady*
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( upstairs, this morning )

Bill has taken a table near the back of the bar, away from the bulk of the crowd, and he's writing.

Furiously.

There's an untouched cup of tea at his side, and an equally untouched plate of biscuits and cheese. All his concentration is on the parchment; his writing is an absolute flurry of blue streaking across the page.
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard makes his way out of the Staff Quarters, looking... not too bad. He's got his newspapers in his hand.

He gets a cup of coffee and a bagel from the bar and sits at his table, reading.

His face turns grim.*
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Paper-white, Bernard walks behind the bar from his table where Charlie Weasley and Crowley still sit talking amiably. He takes a deep breath and lights a new cigarette off the old one.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials tonight are Strongbow, Guinness, and Bushmill's Whiskey.

Food specials also have a distinctly Irish theme, as you might have guessed.

Now. What'll you have?
[identity profile] the-woodpecker.livejournal.com
*Bernard strolls out of the Staff Quarters, looking hopeful. Not seeing the person he most wants to see, he snags a bottle of Sauza Gold and a shot glass and sits at his usual table, smoking and thinking.*
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*Charlie wanders into the bar, yawning, and looks around to see if there's anyone he knows*
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*walks into the bar, singed*

Water, please. Lots of water.
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*walks into the bar looking worried, and hurries over to Tonks*
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*Tonks walks in, more slowly than usual, and walks over to the bar. Her hair, rather than its customary bright hues, is a dull silvery blue. The skin under her right eye is pink, as though it has just regrown, and she is walking a little gingerly.*

Vodka. Double shot.

*When the glass appears, she picks it up, hand shaking slightly, and drifts towards the back row of booths. She doesn't seem to be aware of anything around her.*
[identity profile] a-fell.livejournal.com
*enters, and sees what's propped up at the end of the bar. He goes very pale, and disappears back outside for a moment. When he reappears he looks much the worse for wear, and is wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. He almost walks to the bar, wanting water, but then blanches and sits at a table*
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*Crowley stands at the edge of the lake, watching the swimmers. He smiles as he sees Tonks and Charlie laughing and splashing in the shallows, and Door and Tom on a platform out near the centre. He scans the lake for Aziraphale, but does not see him. Shrugging, he picks up his unfinished bottle of Atlantean, and pads over to the still-smoking cooking-fire. He sits on the grass, letting his feathers dry out in the heat, and takes a sip from his bottle*
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*walks a little way from the main crowd of party-goers, and plonks himself down on the grass*

It was getting a bit crowded back there, wasn't it?

Angel, I hope you've not forgotten that you promised me some flying this evening.
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*sits by the lake, not quite sure who he knows well enough to disturb, but content to watch for the moment*
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A howl rises up out of the talking, laughing, flirting crowd -- a low-pitched but loud howl, primal. Not rage or sorrow; it sounds vaguely like wolves on the hunt. Pleased. Almost a call to arms.

Sirius is at the heart of it, baying at the waxing moon, laughter in his eyes; his shirt is unbuttoned and his tattoo seems to pulse with each howl.

He whoops at the end of the last one and begins to run barefoot, Kassandra half a step behind him; his shirt flies away as it did the first time he saw the lake, and he flips off the rock precipice that rises a few feet above the deep water, diving clean. Kassandra, no less nimble, an island girl at heart, dives after him.

Others are already running to do the same by the time they hit the water; by the time her chiton and his jeans have been tossed up on the rocks, they are not alone in the moonlit lake.
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*walks into the bar, orders a pint of cider, and looks for Tonks.

Who is sitting with an angel and a demon. And a very pale woman. Who looks... odd.

He walks over, warily*
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*inasmuch as a demon can breeze, Crowley breezes into the bar, collects a half-bottle of the house white, and seats himself at his usual table. His neck is killing him, but he's had a productive day (tinkering with the servers of an internet blogging service), his remiges are almost entirely regenerated, and, well... he's just in a good mood*
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Oh, I think some serious drink is in order this evening. Firewhiskey on the rocks, please.
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*enters the bar, and waves at Tonks, miming an offer of a drink at her*
[identity profile] pubdog.livejournal.com
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and others of assorted natures. I'd like to welcome you all to Happy Hour at Milliways tonight. Just a few brief introductions and then I'm taking my night off, though I'll be around, so no funny business. Gil also has the night off, so it's mostly cold sandwiches and such from the kitchen.

Apparently we have a new coffee machine *eyes it warily* so there's that, and there's beer on tap and anything the waitstaff would like to whip up as a special. Remember that the servete spell was installed for evenings like this; simply ask the bar for what you'd like, and it will be provided.

*gathers up a wizarding-chess set, some dominoes, and a tray of teacups and resolutely installs himself in a corner of the bar from which everything can be seen.*

Gil, I've got the dominoes...Kassandra, there's tea...

Regulus, I need a word with you...Tonks, if you see Charlie I need a word with him too...and Constantine if he's around...

Well, there goes my night off...
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*stumbles into the bar, rubbing his eyes and looking knackered*
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*Tonks enters the bar rather later than usual and cranes her neck for her friends. She sees Crowley and Aziraphale having what looks to be an interesting discussion with a very strange, animated being, and decides they might like to be left in peace. She decides to have at least a drink before heading to her new room in Door's house, and retrieves a chocolate martini from the Servete Spell.*
[identity profile] dragon-paznic.livejournal.com
*stands in the doorway for a second, then grins and walks towards Tonks*