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Gaeta shouldn't be doing this.

What he should be doing is going through the proper channels, not sneaking around behind President Baltar's (and, frankly, Adama's) back. But word just came over from Doc Cottle's tent that they've got another outbreak to contend with, and this time, there are even fewer medical rations to go around.

It's not even an outbreak of something that bad. It's easily cured if you have the right meds. If you don't, though...

They can't expect Gaeta to stand by and do nothing, can they?

So he's at the Bar with a list in hand, quietly conversing with her (with a mildly weirded-out look on his face; ordering is one thing, but conversing's entirely another) as he tries to get what he needs. So far, he's not having much luck.

[ooc: open until it falls off of the page!]

[Tinytag: Duck]

k_in_black

Agent K strides into the bar with the trace of a smile on his face (which is pretty much a big grin coming from him). His Suit is looking especially sharp tonight thanks to a thorough dry-cleaning, MiB-style, involving several cleaning solvents from a half-dozen planets.

Of course, he only needed to get that done because two hours before he was covered in the guts of three formerly eight-foot-tall Glow Worms. Now they're all shorter by a head. And there's also the part where they're blown to bits.

But don't worry. They had it coming.

art-and-brian.livejournal.com

Justin is Not Amused when he walks into Milliways (always a different door, wtf?) and sees the snow out back - it's still fall in Pittsburgh and he thought he had a couple of months to go before having to break out the real winter gear.

Still, it lends itself to a theme and anyway, it's warm inside.

SPECIALS

Snow Blinder
Snow Snake
Chocolate Snow Bear
Piss In The Snow

Stealth snowball attacks on other patrons gets you a free drink - two if you manage to successfully blame it on someone else!

This could be fun, he thinks. Also potentially messy but what's wrong with that? He's grinning as he turns to the bar at large and announces, 'Happy Hour is open!'

...and after this, the board has a new message tacked on the bottom.

...unless you're inclined to really hurt someone (looking at you, Croup and Vandemar), in which case no drinks at all because you'll be in the cells, OK?

[Cold and snowy tag; Dinah Lance, Demeter, the Old Firm]

[OOC: Closing in on 2am, gotta call for slows, thanks!]

withahumanface.livejournal.com

This is very likely the only time Javert will step into Milliways without being fully aware of his surroundings. Javert always knows precisely where he is and who is there with him.

Today, though, today . . . today monsieur Madeleine, beloved patron of Montreuil-sur-mer, savior of the factory that supports the town, and the man who reminds Javert so hauntingly, and so elusively, of a prisoner he guarded in Toulon years ago - today monsieur Madeleine became Monsieur le maire Madeleine.

And today Javert is more certain of his new mayor's true identity than ever, and no closer to finding evidence concrete enough to satisfy the need to prove any accusation he might make. Javert does not accuse without proof. A decade-old memory, a gut feeling, third-hand stories from places he suspects the prisoner went prior to breaking parole . . . it's not proof.

So now the criminal sits in public office, and now the instinct in Javert to pounce upon his prey is at war with the instinct to obey his alpha, and so he is a few steps past the door before he realizes that he has again found himself at the end of the universe.

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

[Earlier today, Angela is visited by a Mutual Friend of Melou's.]

Melou has joined Angela a while after this conversation, and now they are having dinner. Angela had returned the books to the bar and is rather quiet, lost in thought.

Melou is looking at her, probably wondering what's up.

Angela's thinking about the conversation with Arawn, wondering if the ring will really work (she doesn't doubt that it will, really), and thinking also that it's kind of strange sleeping with another person.

She's never done that before. It's nice.

Now he has to ask what she's thinking. It's a turnaround from last night.

[ooc: tag one, the other, or both! It's open!]

annwn-lord.livejournal.com

Weylyn is sitting beside his master, who has taken a seat by the fire.

He's not sure why Arawn is just sitting there, not interacting.

His master doesn't look unhappy, though, so Weylyn keeps an eye out for people Arawn might like to meet.

After all, his master did need people to talk to!

tragic_mask

Melpomene is eating dinner, and looking as if she rather enjoys it. She has a glass of dark red wine in her hand, and sips generously at it. In front of her is a medium-rare filet mignon, provided, of course, by Bar (and put on her tab-- but this won't be thought about until much later).

Also, shockingly, the muse of tragedy is wearing a Little Black Dress-- and heels, no less-- rather than her regular layers and boots. Perhaps she's realized that it is, in fact, summer, despite the distinct lack of information provided by the exploding universe outside.

This is, maybe, a little surprising. Feel free to reel in shock.

annwn-lord.livejournal.com

It's late afternoon, and Arawn is lying out in the sun. He doesn't tan, but oh, how he's missed the sunlight!

His eyes are closed and he's grinning slightly.

When he takes a holiday...he enjoys every moment of it.

He definitely wouldn't mind conversation. There aren't many living people to speak to in the Sunless Lands.

annwn-lord.livejournal.com

A tall, dark-haired man walks into the bar, with a dog. The dog is slightly unusual and might be noticed where the man might not be. The dog is pure white with red ears. Rather a strange breed.

The man himself is rather handsome and wearing modern clothing. When he sees where he is, he grins and claps his hands. "Milliways! It seems it's holiday time, Weylyn. Now, for a good ale and some of that fantastic bread."

He goes about procuring said items from Bar and taking a barstool to eat and watch people.

He's thinking of the lakeside, and how beautiful the sun is there. He can't wait for morning.

After all, in Annwn, there is no sun.

wizard_howell

"Hullo, tavern."

Howl walks in, long scarlet-and-grey sleeves draping past his fingertips, and makes his way to the bar. He looks impeccably cool and suave, as if he hasn't a single care in the entire world.

Or worlds.

"Brandy tonight, please." He sets a gold coin down on Bar's surface: it's been some time since he was last here, and the events of outside are... no concern at this place. No: this is for relaxation.

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