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"A book. A Saint Claws book." As soon as the bar produces it, Gredya takes it and one of the dolls over to a corner table and begins on her mission. But before long she's sighing. Back to the bar. "...and a dictionary."

Ugh. What even are some of these words? N-A-U-G-H-T-Y. Noggity?

not_the_second

The door flies open and Mr Segundus rushes in and quickly shuts it behind him with the slightly frantic speed of one who has longed to find a moment alone and finally has managed to slip away. He scarcely, therefore, seems to notice what room he has stepped into: he stands a moment with his hand upon the knob, head bowed and eyes closed, sitting in some private thought for a moment.

Then he turns, and he looked unusually bright-eyed, a flush in his generally pale cheeks. Only then does he see the room, and his eyes go wide.

"Oh!" he says softly. "This place!"

One might guess, from his manner, though only a few months have passed in Milliways since last he was seen here, it has been rather longer on the other side of Mr Segundus's door.

[ooc: I'm bumping Mr Segundus up to the end of his canon!]

not_the_second

After the rather dramatic failure of his and Combeferre's spell, Mr Segundus found himself thinking he had stayed away from England all too long. True, matters there were so unsettled, and he could not claim to relish a return to the uncertainty and-- yes, it must be said, disappointment-- he had left behind him-- but nor did he feel it right to seek to avoid his troubles. And so he went.

But now Mr Segundus is returned again, feeling no more settled about his position in the world, but at least more settled in his conscience.

And now, also settled in before a heaping bowl of stew (which, it must be said, he looks rather like he could use-- and a few more meals of equal size besides), and an equally heaping stack of books. But he has, as ever, a polite and approachable air.

wings_of_a_swan

Combeferre comes into the Bar, looking weary and contrite, and pins this note to the board:

Dear Milliways Patrons:

Please accept my sincere apologies for the experiment gone awry which temporarily turned many of you into children. Precautions will be taken so nothing like this happens again.

If anyone is still coping with collateral consequences of the de-aging, I will be happy to do anything I can to assist with any efforts to remedy the situation. Please feel free to contact me by leaving a note with Bar.

Sincerely,

J.L.S. Combeferre

Then he takes a seat at the bar with a very large mug of coffee.

[OOC: EP open indefinitely, but will be going on slowtimes soon!]

tire_moi_mes_bottes

There are children everywhere, and have been for at least a couple of days. Lègle does not consider this to be his natural environment. But Joly has been a champion of head-counts and damage control, and other people have been stepping up to provide cake and entertainment and sensible things like that, so--so it's time for him to take his turn and do his duty.

Joly occasionally (frequently) makes noises about nutrition, which seems to include fruits and vegetables. So Lesgle is behind the bar chopping up strawberries and melons, mixing up fresh lemonade, and stirring a quietly simmering bowl of punch. It's not even a little bit alcoholic!

If you look to be under the age of sixteen or so, he's likely to wave you over and ask if you'd like anything. If you look to be over the age of sixteen or so, he'd be very grateful for some adult conversation.

(What else is nutritious? Hmm. When he has a spare moment, he starts pulling out fixings for ham and cheese sandwiches. That's nutritious, right?)

((Open thread, party style, tag in, hop around!))

((...heh, no, really, please do hop around and talk to each other because i can't keep up with so many threads! :D ))

manofbusiness

Childermass is at a table in the corner with a newspaper and his pipe, glancing up from time to time to observe the room.

On the table is a bowl of water with a thermometer in it, which he appears to be ignoring.

not_the_second

Mr Segundus has noticed a curious phenomenon.

Despite the fact that he spends the vast majority of his time at Milliways in the library, making use of the remarkable collection of books of magic, every time he returns to England, he cannot quite recall anything that he read.

He tried, therefore, to sneak a book away with him-- but somehow, every time he tried, he would find he had left the book back in the library, or in his room, despite all his efforts to remember to bring it with him.

So he tried making notes. But that, it seems, did not work either, for here he stands, frowning at a little packet of handwritten pages that appeared on the Bar as soon as he entered. So that's where he left them.

milliways_sawyer

The front door opens, and through it walks an old man who may or may not look familiar. To many, however, the annoyed drawl with which he calls over his shoulder is unmistakable.

"... dammit, woman! I'm seventy-six years old, and if I don't feel like chokin' down those horse pills today, guess what? I don't gotta!" He slams the door behind him... and only then takes a look at his surroundings.

"Well, I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd lay eyes on this place again."

Ladies and gentlemen, James Ford is back for one last round.

He walks over to the bar, the sudden spring in his step belying his age. "Hey, babycakes. How's about a Jack and Coke, for old times sake?" Instead of a drink, however, a copy of a certain notice appears.

"Damn." He glances up at the sizable debt still listed on his tab. "Double damn."

Grumbling, James fishes out his pocket, pulls out a rather large roll of cash (James never did trust banks), and lays it on the bar. "Here. Happy now?" As the money vanishes, he looks over at his tab again... and notices that, while very small, it still isn't quite cleared. "Dammit, that's all I got on me!"

If a bar could give disbelieving looks, it would be now.

"Fine. I hope you choke on it." James unclasps a gold watch from his wrist and lays it where the money had been. On the back of the watch is engraved the words "To Lt. Jackson, the best damn cop on the beat. From your friends in the 13th Precinct." Old habits die hard.

The watch vanishes, clearing the tab, and a Jack and Coke appears.

"Thanks," the old man grumbles as walks over to his old booth.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is sitting at the bar for a change, writing thank you notes for all the Christmas presents she and Seth received.

She is not looking in the direction of the door. Not at all. Not even for one small moment. After all, she doesn't expect anyone to come through it, so why should she look?

She's finding it difficult to concentrate on her notes though. They're all sounding impersonal and stilted to her no matter how much thought she tries to put in for each one. It's hard to sound grateful right now, even if she is thankful for many things.

She's determined, though, to carry on with life as usual. Even if it means running on autopilot.

agreathunter.livejournal.com

The door opens to admit a tall, plainly dressed man from a tropical beach. His yellow shirt is dirty, as are his pants, but they aren't absolutely, gut-wrenchingly, good-grief-you-need-a-date-with-Tide dirty. In fact, this man appears to be rather well-kept, if not a little rusty.

He immediately sits at the bar and orders a plate of hot dogs, french fries, and root beer. Looking around, he picks up one of the hot dogs and eats with relish.

The hot dog probably comes with relish, too.

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

Boone walks into the bar and does what he does every time he comes in: he looks for Shannon. He doesn't see her so he heads over to the bar and obtains a nice Tom Collins. Mmmmmalcohol.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Near the center of the room, Indy is slouched back in a chair, his mud-stained boots casually propped up on another. There's a beer close to hand and a few lengths of ivy are strewn across the table top.

Yes, ivy. And it looks like it was pruned quite recently, or at least yanked from a rotten log. It's hard to tell, but some of the strands may actually have been twisted together and looped in a rough circle.

He doesn't seem to be doing much to them anymore though.

[Summary: Ace squees over Tim's return, and re-themes the toga party. Archie gets the news of Tim after questioning the ivy wreaths and confesses to spending a night with Svava... platonically. Rory gives Indy a little news of Lorelai, hears about Tim, the War, Mike, frogs, the toga party and guidelines for mini!Indy care. Boone spills coffee on Indy's fortunately dark pants, but gets off lightly due to the good Doctor's happiness over Tim. After apologies and clean up, Boone boggles a little when Indy introduces himself, but that just makes for an easy first thread in these post-puncture days. Indy shoots down a plan as they discuss the island and the Bar, before Boone tests the front door and discovers he's not bound]

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