milliways_bar | Dec. 1st, 2004

Dec. 1st, 2004

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

[Post this discussion with the "relevant to why they were chased into the bar" bit being here]

Nick, LaCroix in tow and Natalie in his arms, flies through the doorway in a blur before crashing in a heap into a table. They slide a couple more seconds, colliding with a second table, before finally stopping. Luckily, nothing broke so there are no bits of deadly wood stuck anywhere. None of them move for a moment before Nick lifts his head with supreme effort to see the angry faces, complete with fangs, of the two Enforcers who look ready to enter. With a frenzied shake of his head, he uses his gift to slam the door closed before sighing with relief. They are safe...for now.

anya-after.livejournal.com

Anya wanders downstairs. She might have a job. She just has to talk to Gil again. She is very happy.

She looks around the bar and freezes when she sees Xander. Who isn't her Xander. She isn't sure if she should approach him or not. After debating the subject in her head for a couple of minutes, she decides to go over to the Bar.

She orders a gin and tonic from a passing rat, and when it comes, slowly sips it, her eyes more than once drifting over to look at him.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways/Coma Post]

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Earlier tonight, before there was Isabel (dear Milli-time: you're magic!), there was this.

And Warren came downstairs to get a Coke.

((OOC: For slowtiming with Crichton purposes.))

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael walks into the bar, rubs his eyes and makes his way wearily to his usual seat*

Current Mood: tired

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard feeds Anesthesia, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

Current Mood: calm

diipu-sabmergii.livejournal.com

NEWS!

Current Mood: excited

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes downstairs, human-shaped and quiet, with just a hint of violet light about his person.

He looks around, sees the bar room populated, but nobody he knows so far, and leans against a pillar in the middle of the room, observing and waiting whether there is anybody he might like to talk to.

From the nearest waitrat, he orders a steaming mug of something or other; with that in his fingers, he seems quite content.

jcrichton.livejournal.com

Crichton comes into the bar. This time, though, he's not looking for Andrew -- in fact, actively avoiding him.

thecoolone

Bill comes down the stairs looking like death warmed over ~~no offense to Death or anything~~. That night by the lake was really a very stupid thing to do.

He sees Richard behind the bar and goes over to get breakfast. If he can even eat anything that is, what with not being able to breathe through his nose.

~~[ooc - Bill-mun is going to get breakfast but will be back shortly :D]~~

[ooc - ~~Bill-mun is a tease~~ Bill is sick and, according to this thread, he's gone back to bed after getting breakfast. He'll probably emerge again later ;)]

Current Mood: sick

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

[[OOC: Out of Milliways post after leaving tonight]]

Having talked to several very interesting people tonight, Asar-Suti is ready to leave things to themselves for a while. The place has become quiet, and the only point of interest is Lochiel, talking to the Cheysuli who now sits protectively beside him. Lochiel has noticed him, but Asar-Suti is not going to force his presence on him.

Asar-Suti heaves a deep sigh, shrugs, puts his cup which is still steaming hot onto a nearby table (making sure it doesn't burn anthing this time), and heads for the stairs, leaving Lochiel to talk to his friend.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Into the bar comes a blanket. Well, at least that's what it looks like. The blanket walks up to the bar and gets a cup of tea from the pot behind it, and shuffles over to a booth, hiding, and pulling a book from -somewhere- within itself. Now, the blanket is reading a book.

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

Lestat opens the double doors and looks around. "Que?!"

He turns around and walks back through them, without so much as a glance at any of the bars patrons. Expecting to find himself in one of the many rooms of Marius's house in Rome, Lestat instead finds himself in the Bar's grounds. "Marius!? Marius!!" This process of shouting, and walking in and out is repeated a few times. He's a stubborn one; this vampire. Having just been in the middle of a gossipy conversation with the Marius about his opinions on Armand and Richard's relationship, and what they got up to while in Rome, Lestat is understandably annoyed at this interruption.

There's also the risk that, being in the bar, he will run into David.

[ooc: Wahey! A use for Lestat's new wtf?-icon.]

EDIT: [ooc: Unable to leave the bar, Lestat, in an attempt to avoid David after turning him, has now conned Richard out of the key and locked himself in David's room alone. Don't question the Lioncourt logic.]

balletrat

[OOC: Out of Milliways. Or in Milliways. Or both. Sometime over the past two days. Possibly now.]

*Meg wanders down into the bar, looking cheerful, happy and Meggish.

It's whatever of the clock, and all's well.

It is.*

the_lioness

*Grumbling to herself, Alanna walks in from the lake. She groans and rubs her temples, looking like she's spent the night passed out under a tree. In this particular case, looks do not lie. She gives the bar a cursory glance and disappears into the staff quarters. Fifteen minutes later, she re-emerges with wet hair and a stack of papers. Still grumbling, she grabs an abnormally large cup of coffee and makes her way to an empty table. Just as she sits down, she notices Val nearby, waves and gives her a sheepish smile. Sighing, she retrieves a pen from her back pocket and begins to write.*

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David has been asleep in the same booth he and Angelo shared two nights ago. No one noticed him because, cloaked in shadow as he was, he was almost invisible.

But when he wakes, it's slowly - the sun has set long before, and he's overslept.

He sits up, long hair an ungodly mess on top of his head, and looks around.

The bar is unusually quiet.

Current Mood: relaxed

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes from the staff quarters with his guitar and pauses at the sound of Motown.

Milliways has . . . a jukebox? And no one told him?

Charlie sits at a table and order Guinness from a waitrat, takes a paperback novel from his back pocket and keeps an eye on the jukebox as he reads.

slayeranne.livejournal.com

Buffy wanders in the front door, grabbing a soda and finding a table to sit down at.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo Madrid and seven of his friends are walking along a corridor to a bathroom at Battle School. He's wearing his Salamander Army uniform, complete with Commander's patch. .o0(Ender's alone...it's his turn to lose...)0o. He comes to a door, opens it by pressing his hand on a palmpad, and walks quickly through. And isn't in the bathroom... .o0(???)0o.

(OOC Note: Salamander uniform: Mostly dark green w/light green and either burnt orange or brown stripes (depending on what source you work from; there are several opinions on this...bug me for more details later))

95-tan.livejournal.com

Finally comfortable with the BAR system, Windows 95 enters fairly confidently, though still pausing at the threshold and retaining a demure demeanor. The blue bundle hiding her katana is, as always, with her. She approaches the bar with a pleasant smile.

"RAM, please," she requests with a small bow.
~~[OOP: Um... is there actually a PC bartender on duty now? *Poor, confused noob player here...~~

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Current Mood: content

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(Outfit 4)

Her hair is down, and Mr. Q is on her shoulder. She glides down the stairs with a serene smile.

do-the-job.livejournal.com

*Billy's leaning against the bar. The banjo case is by his feet. He was thinking about playing it earlier, but decided not to. He hasn't left the bar since he first entered a few days ago. Not bound, just hasn't found a good reason to leave, he likes it here. Our hero looks tired, as if he hasn't slept well or at all recently, but he was about to get coffee from the rats, and he's got sugar to sweeten it, cream to lighten it, and whiskey to help forget the painful memories. He's got a smile on his face, and is hoping to see some interesting people tonight.*

son-of-amber.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways Post]

Corwin bursts through the door of the bar and scans the room somewhat frantically. While it appears he has taken a moment before entering to try to look more presentable, the prince looks somewhat less than regal. His black traveling cloak is dusty, his boots are scuffed and muddy, and his shirt looks like it has been slept in many nights in a row. The only part of his apparel that doesn't look like it's been through Hell and half of Jersey is Grayswandir; the sword on his side looks just as it did the day it was forged.

The look on his face shows Corwin doesn't see whoever he was hoping to find... but his eyes suddenly spark with hope as he sees an old friend.

"Alanna!"

Current Mood: anxious

boy-not-lost.livejournal.com

[OOC: pre-Milliways]

Jake comes downstairs, Oy in tow, and settles at a table. After a moment of some sort of deliberation he places the sign in view of the patrons.

Tell me your stories.

lochiel.livejournal.com

Lochiel is sitting in one of the booths, twirling the stem of a fluted wine-glass between his fingers.

He does not look happy.

Current Mood: freaked

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in from the lake area, dart board under one arm. He doesn't look happy, though in all honesty it's hard to tell with the way he's trying to stretch his neck. He heads to the corner of the bar with the best sightlines, and pulls up a stool,*

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs, wearing both guns. In one hand he carries a notebook. His gunna is slung over one shoulder -- you never know when you'll need something you don't have on you.

He takes a seat at a table. "Coffee," he says to an idle wait-rat. "And a popkin. Sanditch. Whatever kind you have."

By the time the rat returns, he is contemplating a folded drawing of himself that he took out of the notebook. He eats the popkin without paying any attention to it, the notebook lying open on the table beside his plate.

mogget_cat

*Yrael pounces, catching a waiter rat. He orders a drink, then heads to the bar, leaping up onto it with ease. He settles comfortably to wait for his drink, watching the bar patrons.*

*A rat sidles up with a cup of some light brown drink. It squeaks that the milk and sugar have already been added to it. Yrael thanks the rat, which sets the cup down and scampers off.*

*Yrael laps at his drink briefly, then sighs contentedly.*

young_tmriddle

*Tom and Door walk in from the House of Arch painting, hand in hand. They are both somewhat dressed up, having, on the spur of the moment, decided on an after-dinner drink at Milliways following a romantic evening at a Diagon Alley cafe.*

Darling, the serving rats are our best bets for a drink. What would you like?

locks_it_up

There's Death, leaning against the bar. She drums her hands on the surface, absently, watching over her shoulder at whatever should happen to be going on. After a while, a waitrat skitters up, and she smiles at it.

"Hello, Carl. Can I get a White Russian? Thanks."

She drums for a little while longer, lays down a few coins-- odd denominations, but still shiny-- for the drink, then saunters to a table that's just far enough out of the bustle of activity for her to watch stuff go on.

x-jean-grey.livejournal.com

Jean sweeps in, too tired to even be surprised that she'd returned to Milliways. She quietly asks for a large glass of water and some hot tea and settles into a soft chair. It has been a LONG couple of weeks in her world.

joewithnoname.livejournal.com

Joe is sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and his coat and hat off. He seems to be cutting the insides out of the long black coat's hip pockets with a mid-sized knife. Without the coat on, his gear is visible--a gunbelt with pistol, a bola, and a short sword in a leather scabbard.

kefka-pallazzo.livejournal.com

Kefka sits at a table, strumming his fingers angrily.

Bored.

Kefka glanced left, glanced right, and muttered darkly.

He hated being bored.

He really, really hated being bored.

Fine, then. I _tried_ being reasonable. I tried being responsible. Time to take things into my own hands.

Kefka walks up to the bar bulletin board, and hangs up a sign.

"Wanted: Mechanical genius. Payment plan open for debate. Must supply own tools and common parts, unusual parts and all blueprints will be supplied. Good health plan if object works. No dental.

Wanted: One diamond, flawless quality, any size.
Wanted: One lamp post. As intact as possible.
Wanted: Three sleeping bags.
Wanted: Two gold hairpins.
Wanted: A superball.
Payment in GP. Willing to bargain."

Kefka steps back with a satisfied nod. He goes back to his table to sit. And wait again. He scowls. He hates waiting.

Current Mood: bored

balletrat

*Meg ambles cheerfully downstairs into the bar.

She looks very cheerful. And she's ambling. And really there's not much more to say.*

lordpeter.livejournal.com

Lord Peter walks into the bar in full evening dress, including white gloves, thick malacca walking stick, and top hat. He did not expect to arrive in Milliways; he expected to arrive in his sister-in-law's ballroom.

This is quite pleasing.

He casts his eyes around the room for someone he knows -- the nice young brother of the old bartender, or perhaps...

There is Lupin, solid chap, looking rather less-than-solid as he sits speaking with what appears to be a giant turtle. Peter might once have been surprised by this.

He hurries over.

agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com

The other Jean (that being Special Agent Jean Qualls) comes downstairs and heads to the coffee machine, getting herself a cup and idly playing with the apparently broken 'Ambient Angst' dial next to the coffee machine for a moment before sitting down.

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

Ron meandered into the bar through the wall and looked around, grinning. For the last few days he'd just felt so good. And it was normally right after coming into milliways.

The only thing that was bothering him was that he kept wanting to come so often. Well, actually, it was more like he needed to come. Or he started to feel lightheaded, and feverish, and achy, like he had the flu. And actually, it wasn't not so much being at Milliways that made him feel better, but rather just going through the door...

But no matter. He was happy, that was all that mattered. And he was at a brilliant place where he got to see things that even he found magical.

He peered around the bar for any familiar faces and maybe some unfamiliar ones that looked interesting, and resolved to finally, once and for all, get smashed.

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick stretches awake before patting whatever he'd fallen asleep on...which turned out to be one of the couches in Milliways. Shocked out of his comfortable haze, he looks around...and then remembers what happened.

God...

And then he sits up, straightens himself a little, and wanders over to the bar for dinner and to, hopefully, arrange a room or two for the assembled refugees (LaCroix, Nat, and himself).

alas_alas

She wakes up in the booth. She doesn't know how long she's been asleep, but she doesn't really care. Perching herself on top of the table, she looks around to see if she spots anyone she knows. Or anyone new.

[ooc: the mun is currently having to read Shakespeare, so if replies are slow, that is why *grimaces*]

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polexia wanders downstairs, she gets a coke from a rat and goes to find interesting people to talk to.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Theres Tim. No, not there, Over there. See? Not in his usual spot, but stationed by the door. Stationed? Yes, he does seem rather alert. He's watchign the room as usual, but his eyes seem to keep darting towards the door. Huh.*

capt_angie

*Angie apperates into the bar. She orders a drink from a wait rat and sits at the bar.*

girl-of-gray.livejournal.com

Chiana wanders back downstairs, a slight smile on her face and humming under her breath. She was in a slightly better mood than yesterday. No one was upset at her and hey, her charms make the unbearable more likeable. It didn't really make sense, but she was merely thinking it. Her eyes catch Crichton in stiff conversation with another person. Definitely was going to stay away for a little bit. She moves toward the bar, her favourite spot in the place so far.