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[Feb. 18th, 2009|20:46 ]
andromynous
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Today had been one of those days that Andromeda had felt guilty about ending early. Visiting Frank and Alice was always a little bit sticky for her but she made a point to go at least every two weeks to see them; she was still terribly fond of them, but it was hard to see people that you knew had once been such brilliant wizards more or less invalid.

Thus when she stepped into the bar it was with a slightly relieved huff. She wandered over to sit and ordered a cup of tea and a shot of Irish Cream to go with it, settling into the booth and scanning for any familiar faces.
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[Dec. 12th, 2008|21:01 ]

sexycolonel_sg1
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Jack.

Sitting at the bar.

Having a drink.

Looking not altogether unhappy.

He's actually reading a comic book he found on the bookshelf.
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Happy Hour! [Dec. 10th, 2008|21:04 ]

sensitive_cop
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Your bartender is on duty, serving up drinks and advice, like any good bartender would. Step up and order or spill your soul. He's got a rag. He'll clean it up.
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[Nov. 26th, 2008|11:16 ]

i_vanquish_evil
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The monster hunter is sitting in a boot along the wall, chin propped in his hand, eyes focused on a notebook laid open on the table, pen poised in the other hand as if to write. But he's not writing. He's not even reading. The pages are rather blank and Michael appears to be staring.

In actuality, he's thinking. He does that quite often. He's got several things on his mind - holidays, friends, work, work, work - the usual, really.
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|11:39 ]
burningemeralds
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Axel slammed the door behind himself, and only gave a cursory scowl as he saw where he was. After avoiding this place for so long, he'd thought he was rid of it, and all it's little oddities and reminders and unwanted bits and bites.

No such luck, but at least here he need have nothing to do with certain others who have recently turned up on the other side.
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|22:19 ]

it_was_one_kiss
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Something seems a little off to her, but she's sitting in the bar having a drink and looking over some of the case files she has on her from before she wandered in to the bar. She must be rather bored if she's doing work.
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|22:29 ]

i_vanquish_evil
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*watch this space - icon may change*

Michael's made his way down to the bar proper wearing one of the strangest things he's ever had to put himself into. This costume creation made more difficult by the fact that he hadn't actually gone to high school in the twentieth century sense. He's not exactly sure what this whole get-up is, but Stephen assured him that he looks fine.
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|22:25 ]

snikt_snikt
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Logan's not sure why he thinks this guy's a super hero, but he seems to have a recollection of this guy kicking some ass and taking some names. So, he's dressed as this guy known as Captain America. He had to have the bar do a little tweaking on the suit, since the Capt's a little taller than he is.

And, for once, he's not couched in the shadows. He's sitting on a table in the middle of the bar, shield next to him in one of the chairs. He's waiting for someone to bump it so it goes rolling across the floor. It'll happen at some point tonight. He's sure of it.
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[Oct. 31st, 2008|14:03 ]

wizard_dresden
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I will openly admit today as my birthday, but I am going to forego the costumes this year. Just plain ole me.

I'll gladly sit and watch the festivities though.
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[Oct. 28th, 2008|20:37 ]
andromynous
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There is a (somewhat scantily clad) mummy seated at the bar, sipping from a mug of butterbeer. Teddy is conspicuously absent for the moment, although that doesn't mean that she's left him alone. The little pseudo-baby-monitor spell is still up and functional, so she's liable to run off from the bar at any moment.

She's even lengthened her hair a little for the occasion. She does look a little bored, though, and one should never be bored on Halloween.
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[Oct. 28th, 2008|22:00 ]

sexycolonel_sg1
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"No. Just no. I'm not doing it. I am not dressing up like that," Jack states emphatically to the bartender.

Jim replies with, "It's what you picked, Chief. You agreed to play."

"I changed my mind."

"That's dangerous around here." Jim taps the bar lightly. "Sure you won't reconsider? She's not always forgiving if you anger her."

Jack flails - no, actually flails. "It's just a bar!"

Jim shrugs. "Suit yourself, Chief."

Suddenly Jack finds himself not only dressed as a maid, but as a slutty maid at that. He should've dressed himself.
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[Oct. 28th, 2008|21:51 ]

greyden_dorothy
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Technically, it's Greyden's second Halloween, but she was only two months old for the last one, which meant that Daddy ate most of the candy. (Because, of course she went trick-or-treating that year.)

This year, she is dressed as a little doctor (wouldn't Daddy be proud *g*) and ready for really trick-or-treating.

Her mother is a 'rock star', though Alex wasn't exactly sure how to dress for that. She's got big, teased hair and clothing that seriously fell out of the 1980's, but she's okay with that. Her number one Halloween wish was to not be a freakin' French maid - again.
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Let the Festivities Begin! [Oct. 28th, 2008|21:25 ]
other_bar
Halloween is underway at (AU) Milliways! Put on your costumes and have a blast. The Bar may decide that today is Haunted House Day and put together exactly that inside the bar, or it may decide it's Bobbing-for-Apples Day and have barrels all around full of water and apples - please keep the younger ones away from the barrels on that day.

The timeline's a little open, so feel free to choose a day and go to town!


If you still need a costume, The Costume Hat is still on top of the bar!
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Someone is doing paperwork at the bar. [Oct. 20th, 2008|12:26 ]
son_of_a_
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That's pretty standard around here, people using the convenient timehalt of the place to catch up on work.

...the baby with rabbit ears and the happy tune? That's a bit out of the ordinary, though entirely normal should you happen to know Teddy and Liir at all.
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See that circle of smoke with the soft laughter slipping out? [Oct. 19th, 2008|20:28 ]
witch_boy
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That one, the one inside the booth with the feet sticking out and the occasional glass of wine being brought in by the Dancers?

Yeah, Seph's just gotten a report from home.

God in Heaven, he loves his mother.
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Halloween Costume Hat [Oct. 18th, 2008|16:40 ]
other_bar
What appears to be a stage magician's black top hat suddenly appears on top of the bar. Next to the hat is a sign printed in neat black lettering:


~ Happy Halloween! ~

Choose a costume idea from the hat.
One choice per person. No re-choosing.
Please play by the rules.








** Have pups comment that they're picking a costume idea from the hat and the Bar will respond with a random costume idea.

If there are any questions, please direct them to the post in the OOC comm. *g*

We'll start up the actually Halloween festivities late next week.
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[Oct. 14th, 2008|22:25 ]
theherotype
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It's rare these days when Tony Stark can go anywhere without an entourage. In addition to the unwanted attention that having disgustingly high piles of cash will bring you, his handlers -- and that's how he referred to them, as "handlers" -- had stepped up his personal guard in the wake of the whole "kidnapping fiasco", meaning that not only was he traveling around with a driver and a secretary, but with four hundred extra pounds of man muscle on either side of him. It'd be flattering if it wasn't so damn annoying.

"Seriously, guys, do you have to follow so close? I feel like my -- my personal bubble's being invaded." He produces a generic waving motion, clearing a good foot and a half between himself and the hired help. "Usually when you follow that close I end up having to pay for drinks. Just -- take a smoke break already, will you? Here, Cubans. Go get yourself some Cuban cigars on me, okay?" He pushed a neat row of bills into the lobster claw of the nearest bodyguard.

"Mister Tony, your partner was pretty clear that we were to stay --"

Tony cuts him off. "Who, Obie? Not my partner. Nice sentiment, but we're not sharing a bathrobe and until we do --" he stops on the threshold of the bar and leans toward the doorway, checking the scene inside "-- tell you what." He descends a few steps onto the gritty street and hands each man another hundred dollar bill. "Go get yourself something better to tail for a while, okay? 'Got an invisible drink burning a hole in my stomach."

"Thank you, Mister Tony."

"Yeah, yeah, everybody's thankful. Get out of here, y'apes. You make me nervous."

With his attache dispatched, Tony Stark pinches the center of his file-neat tie and steps into the bar, ready for a little unscripted action.
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[Oct. 10th, 2008|21:18 ]

wizard_dresden
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You ever wake up and wonder what your life would've been like had things been different? Yeah, me too, except I don't have to wonder. My life actually was different - about thirty-some years ago. Long story. And one I don't often tell to just anyone. Who would believe me? Actually, until a couple years ago, even I didn't know. Took one hell of a trek, a lot of magic and a serious amount of love to get through that. It's in the past now and I have - this. Whatever this is. This place. This bar. This weird-ass family.

My life is strange.


At least I can have a beer while I'm living it.
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|21:50 ]
arjiki_diamonds
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Fiyero liked to think that he was taking this place in stride, all things considered. His son was here and considerably older than he remembered the boy being. Furthermore, he had apparently been raised by some sort of Wizard and ... he didn't know how well that sat with him, but Liir had seemed nice enough.

Still, he'd delayed coming downstairs for a day or so before his hunger got the best of him.

That was the reason he was now sitting at the bar, quietly eating a sandwich and a bowl of soup and mostly keeping to himself.

But we all know that you can't be by yourself at the bar for too long.
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At the counter... [Oct. 1st, 2008|23:20 ]
son_of_a_
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In through the door with a stack of paperwork, it's rare that Liir comes in looking as chipper as he seems at the moment. Not despite the paperwork, because of it.

Guess who caught another Dark wizard?
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[Sep. 23rd, 2008|21:17 ]

snikt_snikt
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Not-so-tall, dark, scruffy mutant hanging out by the back door. Believe it or not, the cigar isn't actually lit this time. He's... just standing there.
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Entry Post & Open: Claire Fisher & Mark Renton - Are now ready, should someone wish to greet them... [Sep. 20th, 2008|18:04 ]
markrenton
[Current Location |A door in Wonderland...]

Meanwhile, in a twisted version of Alice's Wonderland, two people are deciding to try to leave...


He didn't know what was going to happen next.

He swallowed, held Claire's hand tightly, and thought of all the things that could go wrong. Mark Renton wasn't a rocket scientist, but he knew they were taking a chance here. He didn't pass his A-Levels and he didn't apply to apprentice for a trade - and he hadn't had a hit of heroin in... How long have they been in this strange fucking place, anyway?

He thought of his Mum and Dad, and how they'd react is he showed up at their door with a pretty, red-haired American girl? And him, clean for weeks now? Would they like Claire?

How could anyone not like her?

He thought of his mates - such as they were - and what they'd think of it all. Would he look different to them? He'd put on a few pounds, or so he thought. He felt better, at any rate, than he has since...

Well, since he went to London, before Tommy's funeral, and was an estate agent for a while. On his own, no one pressing him to take drugs, no one encouraging him to steal, no one trying to get him into trouble. He wouldn't tell them about the hit he'd taken. They never need know about that, the fuckers.

Except for Spud, maybe. He was alright.

Mark looked at Claire's profile and thought: Did any of them miss me? Have I been gone long at all? How is it, in such a short space of time, this wee girl has done so much more than any of them - or the system - to help me? To heal me?

To love me?

And if she ends up in my time, in 1987, will she be happy? And what the hell will she think of my mates, my family? My life? Shite...

"Best foot forward, eh, love?" he whispered to her, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
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[Sep. 19th, 2008|20:17 ]
andromynous
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It was awfully easy just to drift off with your own thoughts when you were at a bar where time didn't pass in your world while you were in it. Teddy was asleep upstairs and she had a charm on his room so that the smallest stirring would alert her wand immediately, so she felt terribly secure.

Thus it was that Andromeda Tonks, cup of hot tea in-hand, was staring out the Observation Window very intently.
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[Sep. 18th, 2008|20:20 ]

smrtass_snakehd
There's a loud crash, something breaking, a 'thump' against a wall or door. Then the bar door slams open with a BANG and a disgruntled gentleman in a rumpled suit falls through the door, landing squarely on his ass with a grunt.

"Dammit!" he growls, pissed off about broken inventory, a broken door and landing on his ass on a hard floor.

He takes a look around and discovers he is not in the room he thought he was in. On the bright side, there isn't someone attempting to pound his face in anymore either.

He touches a hand to his nose and it comes away coated in blood. "Perfect," he snarks to himself.
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First Birthday - [Aug. 31st, 2008|12:24 ]

svu_ada
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Greyden is one year old today (today being 17 August*) and she's having a party. There are a few streamers on the walls and ceiling in one corner of the bar near the front, some balloons and one table has plates and party hats. There's a cake - marble, since that's what Alex thought would appeal to the largest number of people - and even ice cream.

Later there might be singing and maybe a game or two.

Everyone's invited, so stop by and wish the little girl a happy birthday.






* vaguely back-dated due to prior commitments, etc.
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|21:00 ]

macleod_connor
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Bored immortal hanging around the edges of the bar, lurking about the bookshelves and the couches. He's bored. Really bored. Ready-to-find-someone-to-fight-to-make-life-interesting bored. Someone care to make an attempt to relieve said boredom?
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|21:08 ]
burbonmilkshake
Faye is waiting for the elevator to go back to the apartment she shares with Marten, rolling aimlessly back and forth as she waits. Her wheelchair doesn't make any protest; she keeps it well maintained.

She is tired after a long day at work, and dealing with bitchy customers. She doesn't like the customers, but she likes her job.

Finally, the elevator doors open and she rolls inside. It's not until after the door closes behind her that she realizes this... isn't the elevator. She looks around at the bar she seems to have wandered into.

"What the fuck?" she asks, of no one in particular. She scowls and looks back where she just entered from. There's no door. "Where the hell did the door go?"
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Seph's been wandering around the bar [Aug. 16th, 2008|17:27 ]
witch_boy
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He's considering something, and it's obvious enough in his constantly-changing eyes. He's building something, if only in his head, around the edges of the bar, considering things, considering uses.

And staring at the place where his door had always been.

The place where his door now was again.
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[Aug. 9th, 2008|23:42 ]

i_vanquish_evil
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Michael is watching. He's watching to make sure a small child who wants to be toddling doesn't not-toddle too close to where he's sitting. He doesn't mind the child as long as she maintains a respectable distance. In this case, that means, anywhere Michael can't safely step over or around her.

The girl in question is blonde, like her mother, with sharp blue eyes that see everything (that's like her father) and she's cruising along on all fours like she's trying out for the Indy 500. This is almost a frightening concept for someone who doesn't much like or get along with children.

Thankfully, her mother is nearby, keeping a close eye on her.


Unfortunately, the blind bartender is snickering under his breath where he thinks Michael can't hear him.
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[Jul. 25th, 2008|16:12 ]

wizard_dresden
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Okay, so I'm working on this new trick, but it's not going as well as I'd hoped. I've burned through three decks of cards so far and I'm about to lose it.
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