milliways_bar | Aug. 3rd, 2004

Aug. 3rd, 2004

glorious-figure.livejournal.com

*comes wandering in, looking weary, and leans over the bar without bothering to sit down*

The drink from last time. Er... vodka.

*seems highly uncertain as to how to pronounce it*

I think it was vodka.

*looks around the bar*

There are a lot more... people. I've only been gone three nights...

[OOC: Just to clarify, it's been way more than 3 nights Milliways-time since Glorfindel was last here. And also: I swore I'd stay away until my other character entered but OH GOD THE CRACK.]

Current Mood: exhausted

kabeleced

*comes down the stairs with an old copy of a book in his hand, completely engrossed. His feet move him on autopilot to a table that's almost become his usual, and he sits.*

clumsy_auror

( ooc: Post Milliways )

Current Mood: relieved

toddbaby.livejournal.com

: A boy of about 16 enters the bar, standing for a moment near the doorway to survey the scene. He's around 6 feet tall, athletically built, tan, blond, blue-eyed...as Californian as you get. And his whole clothes and look are extremely '70s, from the long feathered hair (think Andy Gibb or Shaun Cassidy) to the baseball shirt (white with blue sleeves) to the tight jeans and blue/gold Nikes. He wears a blue woolen varsity jacket with yellow leather sleeves over the ensemble.:

: After smirking curiously at the assembled for a few long moments, he gradually glides over to the bar, a nice big smile on his face. Aww, look, he's got dimples! He's such the boy next door. :

To whomever's on duty: "Hi, can I have a Coke, please?" Just polite and cheerfully subdued as he can be. He turns his SoCal '70s mellow charm onto the rest of the room, perpetually curious.

Current Mood: curious

aj_crawley

[OOC: Outside Milliway's Entry]

Current Mood: exhausted

muddypetticoats.livejournal.com

*Elizabeth steps shakily into the bar through the painting, looking pale and drawn. Her overactivity and lack of sleep had caught up with her, and she had contracted the illness that was circulating. After some time abed, she felt strong enough to venture from the House of Arch to Milliways. Perhaps the change of scenery would do her good.

She tugs her shawl more firmly about her shoulders, and walks somewhat unsteadily towards the first available booth, conveniently in a somewhat shadowed area of the bar. Bright light hurts her eyes right now. She eases herself into the booth, and mentally calculates the distance to the bar, pondering whether or not she dares risk going to get a drink.*

leplusbeau

*Fleur bounces out of Bernard's lap with only a small pout. She wedges herself between his spread knees and takes his face in her hands.*

Then we leave the bar.

*She tugs Bernard up by his open belt. Latching onto this mouth again, they fumble blindly down the staff corridor, all hard kisses and once again in complete oblivion to their audience.*

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOC: Outside Milliway's entry]

Current Mood: calm

a-fell.livejournal.com

*walks into the bar looking rather rumpled and tired. He looks around hopefully, then, disappointed, heads to the bar*

May I have a cup of tea, if you would be so good?

Current Mood: nervous

aj_crawley

[OOC: Outside Milliway's Post]

Current Mood: hopeful

tallentless.livejournal.com

[OOC: Pre-Milliway's entry]

Current Mood: crappy

tallentless.livejournal.com

*walks down the stairs, looking pathetic. Even his hair's gone flat. He goes to a deserted corner and lays down on a bench, curling up on his side*

Current Mood: tired

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie toddles downstairs. His night was short and he sees a coffee addiction coming. There could be worse.

"Bar, coffee as always. Big cup."

With his coffee, he settles at the bar, follwoing his by now habit of watching the other patrons and trying not to wonder over anything.

bythebrook.livejournal.com

::Ophelia comes in, looking nervous. Seeing nobody in the room, she scurries to the bar, picks up a scone and a cup of tea, and sits at a dark corner table::

[OOC: Is anyone around? Anyone?]

alexei61.livejournal.com

*wakes slowly, stretching, muscles aching from sleeping on a booth bench for the second night in a row* Urgh. I've gotta find a better place to sleep.

*stumbles to bar* Coffee. Black, plenty of caffeine. *waits as bar produces steaming mug of coffee, sips carefully* Mmm. Not bad.

*looks around for someone to ask about a room*

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

Ulfin makes his way downstairs from a good night's sleep in one of the inn's rooms. He orders some breakfast from the bar and sits down to eat it, noticing how few people seem to be around at this hour.

[ooc: anyone who may be in the bar is more than welcome to come and talk to Ulfin at any time. He's shy, but approachable. :)]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Strolls in through the front door, shaking water from his rain coat. Glances back, shakes his head, and removes said coat, setting it on a chair as he move towards the bar.*

I doubt i'm ever gonna get used to the way that works.

*Lays money on the counter, then glances behind the bar.* Real person today, or just the bar?

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

A small, hunched shape makes its way to the bar, keeping to the shadows. It hisses occasionally, and mutters quietly to itself as it moves. Upon reaching the bar it glances suspiciously over the table with oversized eyes, as a fleshless hand deposits money on the bartop. The money glints innocently, silent tribute to the fact that someone, somewhere, is lying face-down in a gutter with empty pockets an oncoming headache. With one more furtive glance at the bar's patrons, Gollum secures himself an empty seat and hisses.

"We wants fissh, my preciouss."

mnt_raph

*Raph enters the bar through the front door. As per usual he's sporting black cargo pants, an oversized green sweater, black boots, and climbing claws. He makes his way to the bar and orders a coffee: Black. After taking a sizable gulp from his cuppa joe, he turns to see who else is hanging around. He notices Ulfin from yesterday, and makes his way over.*

fevered-dreams.livejournal.com

*Rodya wanders out from the staff quarters, yawning, but without the customary circles under his eyes*

Bar, could I have two dishes of ice cream, please? Chocolate, and strawberry, I believe.

*Grabbing the dishes, he wanders back, and stops, spotting Ulfrin.

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*wanders in wearing his battered fedora, his clothes muddy from the garden, and settles at the bar.*

Bar, could you do me a curry? Thanks.

a-goblin-queen.livejournal.com

Walking in, eyes wide like a child's, smile vaguely off-center. Looking perplexed in that aloof way that teenagers have. A backpack slips off her left shoulder and she clenches her hands up, shaking her head.

"This isn't where I was supposed to go! He's tricked me."

Turning around to leave through the portal she came in... but it's not there. She huffs, puffs, and goes to find a place to sit.

Current Mood: aggravated

iopenthings

In Which Door Does Something Stupid

This is going to be going on all afternoon and evening until it's over. Do y'all want me to link to each individual part, or will you just keep track of Door's journal?

Also, anyone who could conceivably be in London Below (Like the Marquis. Ooooor the Marquis. Or if you can come up with a plausible reason for anyone else to be there. Implausible reasons will be ignored) should feel welcome to "meet" Door somewhere. No guarantees that she'll listen to anything you have to say.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

*Anthy waters the roses, seemingly deep in conversation with a pair of shadows. Eventually she turns away, and the shadows wander off.*

ETA: *She is leading a goat named Nob Goatbling.*

iopenthings

In Which Lynette Makes Herself Obey Canon, Mostly

Part Two, y'all.

i_vanquish_evil

[ooc: post-milliways / pre-milliways]

*enters bar and finds the first availble seat to slouch into - looks a bit ragged and hat is crooked*

ETA: *VH shuffles out the door and stumbles to a place with a bed*

[OOC: heading off - player has headache]

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

OOC: Post-Milliways--In Dreams

Current Mood: recumbent

young_tmriddle

Tom wakes up, finds Door gone, and wishes he knew more about that figurine

leplusbeau

*Fleur runs into the bar, only a little panicked.*

Ophelia? Ophelia?! Haz no one seen Ophelia? I can not find her!

*runs about the darker corners of the bar, peering into the shadows*

Ophelia! Have you slept under a table again? Ophelia!

*vaults over the bar and begins to search there*

*muffled*
Ophelia? Are you giving flowerz to the dust bunniez?

iopenthings

In Which Door Meets Someone She Would Rather Not See

young_tmriddle

Searching for Door.

pubdog.livejournal.com

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and everyone else. Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

In honour of Bernard and Dionysus taking over the bar the last two nights, the specials tonight are wine, sake-bombs, and stuffed grape leaves. None of which explodes, but some comes damn close. Sit back, relax, and enjoy watching my sunburn peel.

*settles in comfortably*

iopenthings

In Which Door Almost Dies

Many thanks to Peter-mun, who inspired this chapter in almost every detail.

and-eggs.livejournal.com

*Has been Brooding at a table by himself since this afternoon, hiding in the shadows and his inky cloak. Looks up now when the blonde with the accent makes all the commotion, and follows her with his gaze.*

*Not wild about what he sees.*

*Steps over to the bar, his bearing regal but wounded.*

No more than I deserve, who promised her
To come back on the morrow and to prove
I loved her. Many days ago, that was.
And now see how I'm punish'd. Now I see
Why thou didst run away this afternoon.
Be "only mine", indeed. Thou know'st, or should,
What I do think of what I look upon.
Tell me -- is there a nunnery nearby?

Current Mood: melancholy

clumsy_auror

*Tonks meanders in, half-hoping that she'll see Crowley and Aziraphale sipping a pair of apple martinis in their favorite spot. When she doesn't see them, she approaches the bar instead.*

I'll have...oh, let's go crazy. White Russian, please.

*picks it up when it materializes and takes a seat*

Current Mood: hopeful

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[OOC: Post-Milliways: In Which There Is An Awful Lot Of Smut.]

Current Mood: ROWR.

lyra_silver

*heads from the staff hallway into the bar, looking slightly red-nosed and dishevelled; Pantalaimon, following behind her, has an expression as wistful as a pine marten can manage*

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*Tere appears sitting on the piano. She looks around cautiously for the little man in blue, then slides off the piano and settles on to the seat. She thinks for a moment.*

Peter Allen.

You and me
We wanted it all
We wanted it all
Passion without pain
Sunshine without rainy days
We wanted it all ways

You and me
We reached for the sky
The limit was high
Never giving in
Certain we would win that prize
I should have seen it in your eyes

Look how all our dreams came true
See how I've got me
And baby you've got you
Through it all
Just one thing died
A little thing called love
A feeling deep inside

You and me
We're not like the rest
We once were the best
Back when we were dumb
How did we become so smart
And learn to break each other's hearts?

Look how all our dreams came true
See how I've got me
And baby you've got you
Through it all
Just one thing died
A little thing called love
A feeling deep inside

You and me
We're not like the rest
We once were the best
Back when we were dumb
How did we become so smart
Cause we almost made it

You and me
We're not like the rest
We once were the best
Look what we became
Isn't it a cryin' shame
That we almost made it
But we wanted it all

You and me
We wanted it all...

bobby-gadling.livejournal.com

*enters looking mildly sulky, and sticks close to the bar.*

Gin and tonic.

*hunches his shoulders and stares at the bar moodily.*

iopenthings

>In Which Door Travels For a Long Time

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie comes downstairs, hair in slight sleep-caused disarray, but rather content. After the obligatory glance around, he settles himself at the bar.

"Coffee as always, and some fried bacon and eggs."

Once served, he turns a bit on his stool to lazily look around the room while eating. This is starting to become a routine.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Steps calmly through the front door, a slight smile on his face.*

Home again, home again.

*looks up at the ceiling, speaking to no one in particular.*

I do not know which is odder. The fact that a bar feels more at home then my home, or the fact that i do not find this odd.

fairest1.livejournal.com

OOC:Pre-Milliways Post

not-a-horse.livejournal.com

There is a sort of ringing bang upon the doors.

Current Mood: frustrated

veryvorkosigan

*Cordelia enters with a determined stride, heading for the bar. She takes out a sheet of what looks like paper, peels away a strip of transparent backing from along its upper edge, and presses it to the bulletin board, where it sticks.

(A closer examination of the sheet will reveal it to be made of plastic, at least to anyone who would recognize plastic.)

The sheet reads as follows:*

I am planning a set of improvised experiments as part of an ongoing attempt to learn more about the peculiar nature of the space around this bar. Of particular interest to me are the rules governing access to, and departure from, the immediate vicinity.

Anyone who can enter and leave Milliways at will, or under specific conditions, and is interested in taking part, please sign below. Anyone with suggestions or potentially useful information, please speak to me directly.

-Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan

*She seats herself at the bar not far from the board, orders herb tea and a sandwich, and waits.*

[OOC: ETA - This list is no longer up on the bulletin board. Cordelia has taken it down and will be using it for reference. Signing it retroactively is fine.]

blue_ajah

*Moiraine comes downstairs and takes a seat at the bar, requesting tea.*

prettymaids

*Drusilla comes down in a very serpentine manner, swaying and dancing and humming to herself as she goes. She's wearing surprisingly modern clothes for the classicist vampire that she is: a long black, off the shoulder evening dress with a split up the side and strappy black sandals with a four inch heel. The effect is slightly ruined by the fact that she's carrying her doll, Miss Edith.*

*Dru orders a Bloody Mary from the bar and takes a seat in the corner.*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters Milliways, having left the children with herself, the result of which is a new bag of paradoxes appearing in the kitchen*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard comes in from the staff quarters, looking remarkably chipper. He sees Fleur and Ophelia at a table and starts to wave, but stops when he sees Ophelia's devastated expression.*

Fuck. Who do I have to smite now?

Current Mood: cheerful

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

*He fades into his usual seat, an empty glass in his hand and a pensive look on his face*

young_tmriddle

*Tom rushes into the bar for the second time, looking for Door, and if she's not there, an angel to question thoroughly*

*He's just come back from waking Ingress up under the very angry eyes of Mary Poppins and having her play hide and seek again - he had her take him to every room she knew about in the House. No Door. And now Ingress has realized something is wrong and Door's still not home*

*It's almost time to take desperate measures. There's a place in Glasgow he can get the most illegal ingredient for the Dark binding charm, unless the Aurors have raided the place already. He feels a twitchiness, the old desire to use the Dark magic, but it's for the best intentions. That will make it alright.*

*He looks around and sees neither person he's looking for*

Fuck.

*He puts his hands over his eyes in dread*

iopenthings

In Which Door Flips Out and Kills People

[first person to name the reference gets a cookie]

weallscream.livejournal.com

*Appears, limping and seething. Throws himself into the nearest seat and sulks*

iopenthings

::Door stumbles into Milliways in a angry cloud of smoke and fire. She is bleeding from a gash in her right leg and from her left hand, which appears to be missing the smallest finger. Her clothing is smouldering, her eyebrows and eyelashes are gone, and there are tiny flames licking at the ends of her hair.

She makes it two steps into the bar and collapses.

She is still breathing. Barely.::

leplusbeau

*Fleur and Bernard return to the bar, arms loosely about each other. They have left Dru to watch over Ophelia, and also to give the two a small amount of privacy. Fleur is saddened by the fact Ophelia would not respond to her.*

Current Mood: blank

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

*sits on the Bar stool next to a Tall Guy that looks alittle Green as he looks at her wand oddly as they talk*

Hi i'm Ginny

*offers him her hand*

clumsy_auror

*Upstairs in Door's room, Tonks tucks her into the bed, making sure she is warm and breathing evenly. Then she taps her wand lightly on Door's forehead, muttering.*

Alarmus.

*She repeats the incantation while tapping her own palm.

Satisfied that she'll know the moment Door stirs, Tonks goes back downstairs.*

Tea, please. Loads of it.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

* a nod to peter.*

Pleasure to meet you sir.

*Gestures to the bar.*

Buy you a drink?

young_tmriddle

OOC: Post Milliways entry

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

*enters the room, almost cautiously, looking around to see if anyone is recognisable. Perhaps a blonde head or two, but none that he knows for sure, and he's not keen on using his Dark Gift in case it stirs trouble*

Barman?

*stand at the bar, and waits to be served*

A glass of warmed brandy, if you please.

*continues to scan the room, watching the girl vaulting over the bar with some interest*

lyra_silver

[OOC: continues from here]

*Lyra touches the rose in her hair, once, takes a deep breath, and lifts the sword. Pantalaimon, behind her, shivers nervously.*