(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will walks in, glancing around the room for familiar faces*

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine walks in. It is later than her usual hour, but she does not seem tired; she looks serene, if thoughtful. She goes directly to the bar for tea.*

(no subject)

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Liz sits at the same table, with the same letter before her as in previous days. Also as in previous days, she continues to find it nearly impossible to write.

She sips from the cup before her. At least the tea is excellent.

(no subject)

[veryvorkosigan]

*Cordelia walks into the bar, looking around for anyone she knows. She spots Will Stanton and Jane Drew and heads in their direction, smiling.*

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Angie comes down the stairs and takes a seat at the bar. She glances at Gils specials and decides none of them are for her.*

Can I have a baked potato with cheese and a glass of orange juice please bar.

*And as always the bar produces the food and drink.*

(no subject)

[trinity-inblack.livejournal.com]

*Trinity, having decided to leave the laptop idea alone for a while, heads to a table where she has a good view of Crowley, and begins to think.*

(no subject)

[thedarkenedhalf.livejournal.com]

In the past month, he has been alive as he will ever be in a state of death... He has learnt things... Felt things... And now he is here. A clear glass of water from the bar and neutral regard towards his surroundings...

He's manipulated people things before. Why not situations? His thoughts are once more his own. Clear, sharp and precise.

He disappears only to reappear nearby at a table. But why not his room? He disappears once more. Shortly after he is back. Three large pine cones lay on the table. He seats himself, glass of water in hand . . .

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley wanders in, looking cheerful, and much improved from yesterday, if still a little wan. He collects an apple martini and heads over to his usual table, scanning the room for familiar faces*

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

((Post-Milliways))

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom enters from his closet, and begins cleaning up; it's gotten beyond the ideal level of 'dingy'*

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders in from the lake and goes over and sits at the bar*

Hey Bar, can I get a hamburger and fries please, and a coke?

*food and drink appears*

Thanks

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Down from the guest rooms, pausing at the entrance to the bar proper, with a glance around to see who's present. This must be the "middle" of the day, its still a bit quiet. She rather likes it. A slight smile, and she steps over toward the bar.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

(post-Milliways from last night)

(no subject)

[neosso-irrado.livejournal.com]

[walks into Milliways as he usually does- black jacket open and his artist's satchel slung over one shoulder]

White wine, if you please.

[takes the glass to his normal table, sips, and pulls out his sketchpad]

(no subject)

[trinity-inblack.livejournal.com]

*Trinity, having slept someplace that she doesn't remember, her head now mostly cleared of the alcohol, sits down at the bar. She is just in time to see Crawley, and another figure, leave.*

Bar, can I have a small personal computing device please?

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[http://users.livejournal.com/mystina_/]

After her short chat with Val, Mystina had pretty much spend the rest of the evening drinking wine and thinking. She had to get her thoughts together, and her body was still adjusting to being alive once more. It was a strange feeling indeed. But she took the time to get more aquainted with the bar of Milliways and to read through her book again, as well as start reading Val's notebook. She found it quite interesting indeed. It was good to see someone else's percpective on this place. But somehow among all that, she fell asleep at the counter this time, and spend the last couple of hours using the books as her pillow. She seemed to do that a lot.

It's unsure what it was that woke Mysty up. But blue grey eyes slipped open to a blurry view of the counter. She yawned a bit, and sat up. Her hair was slightly messy, but she moved to brush her fingers through it and push it back. "My, now that's a bit pathetic passing out like tha... might have a bit much wine." She eyed the empty glass that still stood near her. But at least no one made to steal any of her jewelry or her beloved book.

Mysty yawned again, and stretched a moment. Then just as she was fixing her hair and clothes to look neat again, she caught sight of something that actually struck her as familiar. A Valkyrie? It wasn't Lenneth, no. But she recognized the outfit well enough. She blinked a moment before getting up.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael, yawning, wanders out from the back corridor and heads to the bar. He leaps upon the bar and lays down to survey the bar before him with amused boredom.*

*Five minutes later he's already curled up in a small, furred crescent. A cat nap, of all things.*

Taking a Risk

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe comes down from his room. Two nights he's spent in Milliways, and he feels a lot better for it. His skin is still sunburnt and cracked, but he doesn't look so corpsey, and he's a lot steadier on his feet. Two nights sleep and a few big meals.

He looks uneasily at the doors, not paying much attention to the early crowd in the bar. He's got something on his mind. Maybe I'm dead. But I don't feel dead. And I hate to hang around here waitin' to find out. He strides up to the doors and faces them nervously.

Hell, maybe they won't even open. He presses one hand against one door and it instantly swings free, opening on to an endless vista of desert. The question is, will he be dead and Hellbound on the other side? Or just dead and lost in the desert. He considers.

Then he steps back (leaving the door open--a hot, dry smell wafts through the room, along with a certain amount of sand) and hurries back to the bar. "Bar, can I get a compass an' a map?"

They appear, taking the last of his positive bar tab. The needle of the compass is spinning slowly, but he suspects it'll work on the other side of the door. The map is marked with two places, one labeled Middle of Nowhere, Desert and the other labeled Tiny Mexican Village. "Canteen, too? Thanks."

He steps through the door, grinning. It hurts his face a little bit.

[OOC: Joe-mun has a bunch of thesis-related stuff. And then to make things worse, Dark Tower 7 came in the mail. Sooo Joe may not be back til the weekend.]

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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways Post]

Mordred strolls down the stairs and into Milliways, lighting a cigarette as he does so. Finding an empty seat at the bar, he taps his fingers on the surface.

"Another vodka. I didn't get to enjoy the last one." And yes, he was telling the bar itself this.

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[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*Kibeth comes downstairs and immediately spots Bernard's sign. She skims it, grins, then slides behind the bar.*

The bar is open for business! Not Happy Hour yet, so no specials, but if anyone wants an aperitif, now's the time to get it.

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[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Contemplative, he leans back in the ever-shifting throne of dreams and observes the new additions of the bar's patrons. Star eyes unreadable, face serene. One hand rests pale fingers along his jaw, the other cups a goblet of rich, red wine.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael walks into the bar, staring down at the newspaper in his hand, chewing a pen. He orders tea, rather absentmindedly, and takes a corner table*

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/mystina_/]

After a somewhat interesting chat with the valkyrie, Mystina heads back to her seat. Val's notebook and her own book are there on the bar along with the empty glass of wine she left beside them. "I'd like a refill--- actually, nevermind, make that a tea with honey. I gotta lay off the wine." She sat back down in her seat, and watched as the cup of tea appeared before her. She lifted the cup to take a sip, then turned back to her book.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

OOC: Post Milliways post from yesternight...

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[aj_crawley]

*strolls into the bar, jacket slung over his shoulder, and orders a black coffee. Looking around, he spies Aziraphale at a corner table and heads over*

(no subject)

[i-hate-brownies.livejournal.com]

Having been wandering outside the back of the bar since they arrived, the brownies trudge back in, looking around at everyone, spears warily clutched in hand. Rool is quick to spot the patrons being served drinks, and points out to Franjean, "Look! We should get up there!"

Nodding, Franjean says, "Maybe they can help us find the wand..."

The two go about searching for a way to ascend the bar.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard strides out of the staff quarters purposefully and affixes a piece of parchment to the announcement board. It looks as if he spent quite a bit of time making it look nice. It reads:*

Milliways Staff

Bar Staff:

Head Barman and Manager: Bernard Mickey Wrangle

Assistant Manager and Bartender: Dionysus

Bartenders: Holden Caufield, Kibeth, Richard Mayhew

Bartender-in-training: Paul Morlock

Kitchen Staff

Head Cook: Gil Whimple

Sous-chef: Ella (anyone know that kid's last name??)

Servers:

Head Waitress: Anthy Himemaiya

Additional servers: Valentine Wiggin, Peter Wiggin

Security:

Head of Security: Bigby Wolf

Bouncers: Tim Hunter, Alanna of Trebond

Backup Security: Raph


Musicians: Lady Euterpe, Angelo Espinosa


Custodians: Oompa Loompas, Broom


ALL MAIN ROOM STAFF POSITIONS NOW FILLED.

*Bernard disappears down the staff corridor again before anyone can ask him any questions.*

(no subject)

[i-hate-brownies.livejournal.com]

Having finally scaled the bar with the help of Tom, the brownies were told about what the bar is.

And that it can give them nearly anything they ask for.

With a whoop and giggles of glee, the two brownies dance about, elbows locked, and run up and down the bar, doing cartwheels and otherwise celebrating their good fortune.

Vindalu and Lager

[sir-lister.livejournal.com]

The door of the bar swung open and in came what was probably the biggest slob ever. Indian in descent, a style of dress that defies all classification and code. Grubbinness to the max. Gravy stains, custard mark, holes in socks and pants, leather jacket, stringy Indain/Punjabi hair in three or four dredlocks that was probably the dirtiest hair ever. And the worst guitar player in history. Don't ask him to play. Please don't.

He walked a little slowly, surveying the scene. A rich tapestry of people, some of which made him smile. Some didn't. He didn't like wine or it's drinkers and considered it to be the drink of sellouts and dorks. Only once did he ever go to a wine bar and he's been keeping it his dirty little secret ever since.

"A Lager thanks. Do you have any Vindalu or curreh?" He asked a little hopefully. If not he would have to settle for a beer milkshake. He adjusted his hat that was a cross between something leather and hardcore and something long dead. He gave his lager a quick chug or two and then once again surveyed the scene before sitting down by himself. He didn't have any chance with the ladies and he was yet to see anyone he could successfully mingle with. He was sure, however, that the chance would come up.

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

*Ophelia comes in and clambers onto the bar, curling up next to the shrine. She pets the bar soothingly and hums to herself - or possibly to it.*

(no subject)

[spectral-skin.livejournal.com]

Angelo comes downstairs and curls up comfortably in his favorite corner, looking around to see if anyone he knows is in.

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Still, or once more, there. The same posture as the last time he was noticed. He is thinking, and the quiet contemplation pleases him.

(no subject)

[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Bigby walks in, and noticing a newly posted parchment, heads over to read it briefly. There's a ghost of a smile as he reads certain sections before he heads to the closest available barstool and orders up a pack of cigarettes. Grabbing a nearby ashtray, he lights up and starts surveying the crowd.*

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael has fallen asleep on the edge of the bar, curled up in a furred crescent. A little to the left and he'd be in danger of falling off the bar. He doesn't know this, of course. He's fast asleep.*

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy wakes up by the fireplace, sees no one to serve, and wanders around attacking innocent furniture with a featherduster*

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

The first thing Spike notices is the sign at the bar. For bartenders he's already met Holden, so that means the girl there must be Kibeth because she doesn't look like her name could possibly be Richard or Paul.

The second thing he notices is how crowded it is, and despite that he's starting to recognize faces, remember names. Valentine's doing her job and he keeps seeing that lady with pink hair and one of these days he's going to have to introduce himself strictly on the basis of the green hair/pink hair thing. It could prove to be amusing.

But not tonight. He moves to a quiet table and lights a smoke and just watches. One of his favorite pastimes, whether he's dead (maybe) or alive (maybe) or somewhere in between (like usual).

Happy Hour Post

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*Kibeth checks the clock, then waves her arms around over her head.*

Oy! Happy hour!

Our menu tonight includes:

Steaks cooked to order
Cream cheese and asparagus wraps
Apple pie ala mode

Drinks tonight, we've got the Black Bitch and the Bitch Slap on special.

What'll it be?

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks enters the bar and retrieves an Irish coffee before heading over to the usual table; she sits down and pulls out a book, quickly becoming engrossed in her reading*

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*She walks gracefully into the room. Her thoughts this evening are not immediately apparent, and her mood cannot be determined; Moiraine appears serenely composed, almost to a fault. As usual, she goes to the bar in search of tea.*

(no subject)

[jane_drew]

*Jane, bundled up in a large fuzzy sweater, comes down the stairs. She gets a cup of hot cocoa from the bar and heads to a corner booth away from the main center of the bar. She sits with her back against the wall and pulls her legs up onto the seat next to her to keep warm. She pulls out a book and begins to read slowly, looking as though she really isn't interested in the book at all. She yawns occasionally and clutches the mug of hot cocoa tightly as she reads.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

*Valentine wanders into the main bar area and over to the bar, which makes her tray appear immidiately. Picking it up, she walks over to a wall and leans on it, an odd look on her face, as she scans the room for either familiar faces, or people in need of assistance.*

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg bounces happily into the bar, wearing, for the first time in a long while, the modern clothing Angie's given her - a turtleneck blouse and long skirt. The scratches on her face are almost healed and pretty close to invisible.*

(no subject)

[philoxandros.livejournal.com]

*The door of the bar swings open, and a young man steps inside. He is dressed for travelling, and there is a fine layer of dust covering his dark hair. His shoulders are slumped, his weariness plain, and there is but a little spark in his eyes.

The young man does not seem overly surprised by his surroundings. But then, perhaps he has been here before. Perhaps there are many such places as this, gaps between one world and the next, and he has not yet found what he seeks.

And then, two paces inside the room, he stops short. There, in the far corner, light glints off golden hair. He opens his mouth to speak, and all that escapes is a dry, disbelieving whisper.*

...'Xandros?

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim walks slowly from the staff quarters, taking in the room. His eyes are first grabbed by all the people, then by the notice on the wall. Slipping easily through the bodies, He reads the list with glee, with only one actual remark.*

Paul? Your shitting me.

*Then turns, searching the room, eyes focusing on Bigby, and moving that way.*

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*Edward walks over to the bar*
Bar, can Edward have a piece of paper and pencil please?
*they appear*
Thank you, Bar.

*she sets to work writing up a notice which she take to the Bulletin Board and tacks it up.*

( Edward's Notice )

*she sees Spike and goes over to frighten him*

(no subject)

[equivocal-miles.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Out of Milliways post.]

A certain short stranger from yesterday shows up at the door of Milliways again, this time in ship knits and fuzzy slippers.

Miles looks rather surprised to be here.

Again.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways

* Indy bounds downstairs pulling on the shirt, and heads over to the bar *

(no subject)

[veryvorkosigan]

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways]

*Cordelia enters the bar, looking uncharacteristically tense.*

(no subject)

[fantome-d-opera.livejournal.com]

He enters through the front door. The grey room can be seen as he holds the door for the proud little siamese who follows. He is singing, obviously testing variations of music to fit the words he has created.
( (singing) )

And he heads for the piano.

(no subject)

[a-head-case.livejournal.com]

He has got to stop falling asleep on tables. The bar probably starts charging for that, after a while. Perhaps there's some merit to going home after all. That in mind, Bill stands up and walks over to the front doors.
They won't open.
Now, this is just ridiculous. People have been coming in all day, so they're hardly locked, and he's seen some people leaving. He tries them a couple more times, then gives up and sits back down, contemplating what to do about dinner, if anything.