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Milliways is looking awfully . . . monotonous today.

* [Cal, milliways_bar flavor] There's an adult Cal at a table toward the middle. He has raktajino and a generous sprinkling of animal fur (on his clothes, not in the mug).

* [Cal, Mixed Muses continuity] There's a twenty-year-old Cal at the Bar, pretending that being downstairs at Milliways is ( Read more... )

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The door opens. A teenage boy pauses in the doorway with a look of relief, then glances back over his shoulder.

"Hey, guys!" he calls. "I found Milliways!"

He steps inside, and is followed a moment later by two more teenage boys who would appear, at first glance (and second, and third) to be twins. The most immediately obvious difference ( Read more... )

Two identical teenage boys walk into a bar.

"Uh," says toblameforit, halting a few steps away from the door. "Sherry, is this your fault?"

"Call me that again and I will do much worse than install a bar in your living room," says if_inconvenient, pausing beside his double and inhaling deeply through his nose. "Hmm. Much better than your usual swill. I would love to claim ( Read more... )

A tall young woman walks into the bar. She's wearing pyjama bottoms and a spaghetti strap top, but her hands are filthy and her bare feet and the ends of her trousers are caked in blood which may or may not be her own and which clashes badly with the pale pink cotton. There are dark circles under her blue eyes, and right now her cobweb of scars ( Read more... )

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