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Trixie enters Milliways looking tired and disheveled and sick. Sans hat and cape, she slowly stumbles over to a seat and plops down on it, laying her head on a table. She's upset. She had plans. She can't make good with those plans now that she's sick.

Care to investigate?

thenewblack

Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you like to sample some possible reconfigurations? (y/n)

Bringing it up presents a varied list. Meercat, some kind of gold robot woman... her as a guy looks distressingly like Dad. Good to know!

redintheledger

The front door opens, but it's not so much a case of the woman 'walking' in as 'shoves door open with her back while not looking where she is going'.

"Kos, I really need that repor-" She stops.

Blinks.

Faintly frowns as her eyes give the ever-changing bar a quick threat assessment.

"Never mind," says the (apparently) young redhead as she shifts the manila folder in her arms and carefully covers the I.D. clipped to the bottom of her deep pink blouse. The blouse itself is simple, with slightly puffy, very short sleeves. It goes nicely with her grey slacks (the pants wide enough to hide the knife strapped to her right calf), and matches the colour of her heels.

(There are, if one looks closely, sparkly, dangly spider earrings amongst the dark red almost-curls.)

Agent Romanoff is really, really hoping that this is what Barton meant when he said something weird happened to him. She has his note in her pocket, but hell if she's reading anything until she works out what is going on.

[OOC: EP open until I say otherwise, and aside from errands, I'll be here all dayAnd I love you guys, but my brain is starting to squeak, so EP is now closed to new threads ♥. As AIM haaaates me, please use this post if there are any queries]

no_vampires_plz

Hearth's Warming was last week. It's a holiday of feasting, togetherness, and the giving and receiving of gifts.

For Twilight, that means just one thing: more books. She returned home from Canterlot yesterday with a big stack of new books from her parents and older brother. At the moment, she's settled down before the fire with a copy of The Memoirs of Candlewick the Eccentric.

alwaysfaithful

Chris wasn't sure how long he's been here in this place: a few hours, a couple of days? It was tricky, but he knew if he was going to be here for any length of time he would need more asthma medication as he was running low on what remained in his backpack. So he was able to gather some paper in his backpack, and wrote down this:

-Doctor wanted:
I have a medical issue I would like to discuss with a medical professional so plese meet me in the bar at your earliest convienence. I will be the nineteen year old human with military clothing and gray sweatjacket. Thank you for your time.

alwaysfaithful

Chris Ramirez was not having a good day. He knew this before the day started as he had walked out of Kit's apartment via the door and arrived somewhere he wasn't before: a bar. He wondered if his Advent Deck was activated without him calling it out, he held it briefly then placed it in his jacket pocket.

Quiet he was sometimes he needed to find out where he was fast. "Hello?"

toomanypostits.livejournal.com

Holding onto a Post-It note reading:

T. Universe
ETD: ∞

Rube strolls in through the front door with a wry grin on his face. He actually hadn't expected that to work.

He heads to a booth and orders some coffee from a waitrat.

Feel free to bother.

explorertruman.livejournal.com

Truman was sitting by the fireplace again, seemingly engrossed in his book about great explorers of history.
He's very distractable though.

notanormalfox.livejournal.com

There's an FBI Agent in the bar who's been keeping to the couch with a copy of "The brothers Karazmov" for the past couple of days because-he says-It gets him thinking along an investigative path.

Pity the bar doesn't have "Plan Nine from outer space"

He's down in the bar with a cup of coffee still flipping through it if you'd like to talk.

Current Mood: accomplished

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

(After this.)

Todd's in the bar, but he's softly crying, and huddled in a chair by the fireplace. His Yeats book lies discarded on the floor. He's murmering over and over again, "Not a dream... It can't be. It's real...Not a dream."

Anybody want to reassure a very broken student, and young poet/writer-to-be? Let him know he's not crazy or dreaming?

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd's by the fireplace, reading Yeats, though he occasionally reads some Frost or Byron too.

He's keeping an eye out for any of his friends though. Plus observing others, seeking possible inspiration for poetry.

slayer_fray

Mel is in the bar. Doing, um... Mel-y things.

OK, she's lying on her belly on a rafter reading a book, swinging one hand idly below her.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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