milliways_bar | Dec. 12th, 2004

Dec. 12th, 2004

*Angie comes down the stairs peering over her shoulder. She's been trying to get rid of the Line for days now and nothing has worked. It's not following her at the moment but that could just be because it's at the hight of it's laziness and it will probably show up in a few hours time if it starts now. And if it's feeling exceptionally lazy it may not show up untill she's ready to leave.

Angie sighs in reief when she see's no sign of Line at the moment and heads towards a booth. She orders a drink from a Wait Rat and summons a magazine from her room. She flicks through the pages, sipping her drink, and occasionally glancing around to see if the Line has shown up...*

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

Anakin is perched on a bar stool at the far end of the bar, people watching.

(OOC: Mun is multitasking because she hateses her paper. Just warning you all.)

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways post.]

A young boy, about 11 years old, walks into the bar with eyes flashing. There is soot on his hands and a prominent slap mark on his face.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

---
Blaise is sitting in a booth as usual. He has a book propped up to his left. He has a cup of tea sitting to his right. And in front of him sits a gold galleon, a silver sickle, a bronze knut, and his wand. Oh, and a bowl of snow.

---
After working for a while, Blaise smiles, pleased with the results. He gathers up his stuff and goes upstairs.

jcrichton.livejournal.com

The front door to Milliways opens, and a greenish glow can be seen from the other side.

The man who stumbles into the bar is holding his head and saying, "Ow, damn, that hurt."

Then he stops, looks around, and notices where he is.

"Fascinating," he says.

It's John Crichton.

Well...

not exactly.

original-innaho.livejournal.com

In the middle of the bar, if anyone is looking, there will be an explosion of golden glitter, followed by a soft thump, and a loud curse. The glitter clears slowly, revealing an angry looking woman in a black dress. She looks around, and raises an eyebrow, before screaming.

"MOSQUITON! I'll kill you for this!"

mogget_cat

*After using Charter Magic to silence a badly-singing robot and after playing music for Delia's birthday, Yrael retires to the back corridor of the bar, a sleeping Edielweiss curled up on his shoulder. He sets his violin in its case and leans the case up against the wall beside his box. He gently lays the sleeping kitten in the light blue cloth-lined box, being careful not to wake her, and shifts into cat form himself. Tiredly, the white Not!Cat steps into the shallow box and pads around in a circle before lying down, curled in a white-furred crescent. He kneads the cloth with his claws a while before quickly falling asleep to the background murmur of bar-noise that can be heard from the bar proper down the hall. After a while, the calico kitten beside him turns over and nestles up close to Yrael, purring in her sleep.*

Current Mood: asleep

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

* Indy's been sitting at the bar for some time. Alone. Knocking back the whiskey and staring off into nothingness. Pretty typical night really. Drinking and thinking. Thinking and drinking. The rats don't care. He drinks his share, pays his tab with various oddments and priceless artifacts, falls over once in a while, flirts a bit when Tere isn't around — fairly unassuming for the most part. Why should they care? They just serve the drinks. And Indy drinks them *

* Anyway, he's there... *

livingonmemory.livejournal.com

He stepped in through the door that had become familiar. This time, he'd taken Meg's advice. At his side was a large silvery wolfhound that kept pace with him - he, after all, was the only thing familiar to this dog in this place. But the hound seemed content enough to stay at Aidan's side, anyway. He barely glanced around before stepping to a table and giving a rat a small pouch of silver. Better, he thought, if he remained ahead of his debt.

All he asked in return was a touch of wine. Better wine than usca tonight. And then, as a second thought, he asked for a bit of meat for the dog and for Teel. The wolfhound settled at his side, waiting as Aidan did.

aj_crawley

*Crowley doesn't run through the bar.

Crowley walks through the bar.

Crowley exits the bar.

Crowley launches himself into the air, and lands on the roof of the bar.

Crowley sits*

jcrichton.livejournal.com

Crichton has sat around the bar for some time. There seems to have been a few changes since the last time he was here -- most notably the serving rats instead of the serving bar. But, truth be told, he is getting a bit tired.

Approaching the bar, he requests a room key from a serving rat and recieves one. And heads upstairs.

He'll deal with Other Crichton later.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard woke up, smacked the alarm clock, and went right back to sleep.

{ooc: Richard-mun will be gone all day moving furniture into her new flat. Hope everyone else has fun. ^_^}

Current Mood: sleepy

-stooge-.livejournal.com

Curly wandered up to the bar, every now and then glancing back at Gil, whom as far as he was concerned, was a scary monstrous critter that most people from the 1930s don't have to deal with in their life time. He sat down, barked at a rat (he still hadn't gotten over the concept that rats can do good things) and ordered a drink. He wasn't a heavy drinker of alcohol, nor where his two amigos, but they would be more than happy to help themselves to whatever they could get.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes downstairs with his guitar and a weary expression. He takes a table near the back--Richard is not at the bar, which gets a sigh--and sets up guitar and notebook. He plays quietly for a bit, writing down chords and warming up his hands--it has been a few days, after all--and when he's satisfied he remembers the song, he sings.

( Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses )

The tune is jaunty, and leaves him smiling a bit more than he had been.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

...Or so it seems. Certainly it's quiet enough.

He looks about, and hopes there is at least some kind of waiter service today. He misses The Bar. He would ask for a crossword puzzle with his coffee and eggs.

He sits down to relax, and to ponder who the other speedster in here is. It didn't sound like Wally, but it would be really good if it was.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes downstairs into the bar, looking around. He sees Tye talking to the last of Lochiel's friends and relatives he hasn't talked to yet - the red-headed Cheysuli warrior with the raven lir, Aidan.

He really wants to meet that fellow, whom he is now blaming for large parts of his own calamity and unhappiness. Where he isn't blaming his own ignorance. Asar-Suti is learning. Milliways will do that to people, even Dark Gods.

And somehow, Asar-Suti wants to tell Tye both about what he found out for himself thinking last night, and about the faun. When somebody has made a great difference for you, you sometimes want to keep them in on that. Earth shrinks have a word for it, because they get it all the time. Asar-Suti, of course, has never heard of it. Tye, being Tye, might get it all the time, but probably doesn't have a word for it.

Asar-Suti gets a cup of coffee and walks over.

ETA: And after not exactly successfully talking to Aidan and Tye, Asar-Suti leaves a message on the counter.

( To Tye )

He doesn't seal the message or anything; it's neither secret nor personal. Then, he walks out to walk along the lake and think.

alas_alas

Echo wanders downstairs, looking for David and/or Charlie. She sees David talking to Angelo, and decides to go over to Charlie, even though she keeps looking back at David.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

[ooc: Assume slow time, yeah? Mun's sick and has work, but needs to do something for the sanity.]

Mara's back. With a baby. Meet Ben Skywalker.

And if she's glaring at random people, well. It's only because she's ~~creepily over~~ protective of her son.

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

Wandering in from the direction of the staff quarters, the young Peter is carrying a book in his hand. There's a strange look on his face.

rascallyrabbit.livejournal.com

Hm.

There wasn't a hole in the middle of the bar-floor a minute ago.

And yet now, there is.

A hole with an *elevator*, as clearly evidenced by Bugs Bunny's dramatic rise from said hole to floor-level. He is wearing a smoking jacket (and nothing else, of course) and carrying an old-fashioned gentleman's pipe.

"Huh. Back in that screwy bar again? And here I thought I was just going to pop down to the bistro for lunch. Oh well!" He discards the jacket and pipe and sends them back down the elevator.

"Now. Let's see if I can't scare up a sandwich."

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*There is a Tim. He is still where he was last night. This means the table he is at is covered in an intricately designed pyramid of shot glasses, mugs and bottles, towering a good five -6 feet above the table. Tim is sloshed. Much to the detriment of others, he is singing. Ow.*

First I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
I grew strong
I learned how to carry on
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed my stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Current Mood: drunk

sir-apropos.livejournal.com

Apropos wanders out from the kitchens. He looks as happy as he can look before sitting down at the bar, placing the food he brought with him onto the counter with a satisfying clunk.

ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com

He's back, or maybe he never left.

Natasha sits quietly, drinking his coffee for now.

Perhaps he will find Crowley, and see how he is, soon.

Perhaps he will find one of Crowley's amis and let them know what happened.

His face is expressionless.

He's had lots of practice at that.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes down from his room, and heads for the bar to get some breakfast.

coolhandlucas.livejournal.com

Lucas is still in the bar. Where he's slept (or possibly if he's slept) since arriving is a mystery.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia flitts down to the bottom of the stairs and actually pauses for a moment, looking around. The whole idea that someone, a stranger, could whip up a party for her was...well, almost unbelievable]

[still, she squared her shoulders and walks over to the bar normally, eyes a bit brighter then normal.]

Current Mood: excited

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Peter enters the bar and sees Palpatine (there is no way Peter's going to call him Senator, Darth Sidious, or the Emperor) approaching Mara Jade and her baby son, Ben.

He yells for Security.

"Tim! Alanna! Raph! Anakin! Bigby! Arrest that creep! He used Force powers on Mara without her permission the last time she was in!"

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard limps out of the Staff Quarters. He's walking a little better every day.

He sees Bartleby working the bar and decides to sit there. Might as well talk to his employees once in a while.*

Current Mood: tired

boy-not-lost.livejournal.com

Jake comes downstairs and scans the bar quickly, looking to see if Peter is anywhere in sight.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Enter Dream, near his siblings.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: DOOM]

David folds himself into a booth quietly, sitting in the dark, holding a hand to his neck.

Current Mood: blank

destruction1_0

Destruction wanders in, carrying an easel under one arm. He looks around, then heads back towards the cells.

blackcatbrennan.livejournal.com

Brennan is back downstairs. And not shocky anymore, yay.

aj_crawley

*he hadn't thought much at all, and so he hadn't thought of this.

Crowley's shoes crunch in the fresh snow as he lands by the lake. There's a cracking sound as he breaks through the thin layer of ice around the shore. He looks at his reflection - not at the wings not at the wings not at the wings - and he tips down his sunglasses, watching as the water ripples over the image of two golden eyes*

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael walks into the bar. He's carefully wrapped up in an overcoat and an exceedingly long green scarf, his hands tucked in his pockets. Taking a quick look around and failing to see who he's looking for, he goes to stand outside, looking out over the frozen lake*

Current Mood: cold

http://users.livejournal.com/_courage_/

The doors of the bar opened slowly and a pale, elvish youth stepped through the door cautiously, gripping a long elegent sword and an intricately marked shield. Realisin these people weren't hostile, he lowered his gaurd and his posture became far more relaxed. The sword went back in it's scabbard on his back and the shield went back there somewhere too.

Where am I?

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

*Anthy wanders in, humming tunelessly and carrying a new ball of yarn and her knitting needles. She stops by the bar for a cup of tea.*

[OOC: Mun may have to leave suddenly at some point.]

young_tmriddle

*Tom walks in from the House of Arch, after having a very unexpected Parseltongue discussion with Gavroche.

He looks like he has a great deal on his mind. He also looks a bit tired, as if he's not been sleeping well lately.

Tom heads to the bar, determined to procure an angel feather for Ron Weasley's potion as well as information on this Natasha and the cookies that caused Gavroche's sudden change in speech.*

simple-creature.livejournal.com

*Loki comes in, still dressed in all black, and gets a drink from the wait-rat. He goes and sits in a dark booth.*

la-calice.livejournal.com

Not seeing Gil to ask if she still has a job, and not, truth to tell, particularly wanting to, Utena slips into the empty kitchen and flips through the big blue cookbook until she finds a recipe that sounds interesting.

She goes back into the bar proper and writes on the blackboard,

Tonight:
- spinach lasagna
- tempura udon
- ice cream sandwiches

The wait-rats throw her off for a minute. But she decides to ignore them and hastens back into the kitchen.

[OOC: A journal-post to explain what the heck she was doing for six weeks is forthcoming.]

silver_flecks

Del has made a short stop before this, and she seems to be thinking about it.

"I dO nOt ThiNk I wAnT HiM..." Quiet, thoughtful, and mostly to herself. "No. TaStE lIkE BleCh."

She thinks that she'd like to keep watching, though. Yes. Exhales pink light before giggling and settling in a corner.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(Outfit 1)

Her hair is pinned up as she glides into the bar from the front door, snow on her hat and shoulders. She's smiling happily and there are a couple of boxes in her arms. She glides upstairs to her room, then back, sans boxes, snow and hat, her hair is down, and Mr. Q is on her shoulder.

destruction1_0

Destruction comes out of the staff corridor. He looks vastly annoyed. He orders a Guiness from a wait rat and sits in a booth.

trumpeter-lady.livejournal.com

Gabriel pushes the door open, bringing with her a blast of unseasonally hot, dry air, and walks up to the bar to get a drink. Having gotten it, she finds a table and sits down.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Marion visits Marcus Brody]

blue_ajah

*Moiraine comes downstairs and glides over to her usual table, carrying her journal. By the time she gets there, Holly has arrived with tea, and squeaks a welcome; the Aes Sedai accepts the cup with a serene smile, and thanks the helpful rat.

She settles at the table, flips through the journal to a blank page, and begins to write something with quick notes and frequent pauses for thought.*

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is in a mood. A good mood. A mood you can blame on a certain bar-tending angel--he certainly is.

( This song is for him. )

mogget_cat

*Yrael slinks into the bar, the white cat padding along easily. He is followed by a playful Edielweiss who is dedicatedly trying to eradicate the infestation of floating dustspecks in the bar. He smirks at her play and heads towards the bar, the kitten scampering along behind.*

the-hosepipe.livejournal.com

Cho lunges through the entrance with all of her might, her arms stiffly braced against her chest and looking very much as though she is about to burst into tears. She arches forwards in complete abandon, her face writhing and straining --

-- and jerks back in shock.

watch-wait.livejournal.com

Coffee is good. Bartleby has a nice hot cup of it.

"Anyone want anything?"

bunny-hazel.livejournal.com

Hazel hops into the bar, wiggling his nose and then asking a waitrat for his usual. He then managed to hop up onto the bar, right against the wall. He begins to nibble, simply observing.

ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com

At some point in the evening, Natasha is once again sitting quietly in a booth, sipping at his coffee, and reading his newspaper.

95-tan.livejournal.com

Windows 95 enters in her usual fashion, with a short pause at the threshold. As always, the long, thin bundle of blue fabric is in her hands, and a demure, sweet smile is on her face.

Current Mood: calm

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

With a slow fade, like an old reel to reel spinning into focus, enter Dream. Smug from certain office situations, worried for Death, and looking more or less as per the norm.

http://users.livejournal.com/_iamforge_/

There is the sound of feet thudding from beyond the door of the rooms, and then Ron Weasley sailed into the room as if he had been pushed. Which was because he had.

Laughing wildly, he got to his feet and jumped on the person who walked into the room after him, trying to tackle him. Fred just laughed. Or maybe it was George.

Ron's attempt at a tackle failed, because the person who came out behind Fred (or George) plucked him off, and gave him the Noogie! To End All Noogies! The first twin tickled his stomach.

"Aaaagh! Aaagh! Geroff!" Ron gasped in between laughs. "No fair! Double-teaming me! Geroff!"

The twins finally left him alone, gasping and giggling on the floor, and turned to the room at large. "Well," Fred(?) said. "Did we miss--"

"--anything interesting?" George(?) finished.

not_that_spike

Bundled up against the cold and snow outside, Spike and Beth make their way down the stairs and through the door to the lake.

( through the door, gunshots heard )

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

With a yawn and a stretch, the yellow beastie emerges from its napping spot under a table. For a moment it looks around, blinking in confusion. Then, its brain goes back up to speed. Ah, yes- the strange place in the meadow hole. It's not sure what kind of hole in the ground holds a big room full of humans and bizarre pokemon, but it does know that the place involves food, and that's always good! It decides to poke around and see what's for eating.

Current Mood: curious

popular-in-pink.livejournal.com

She's not the sort that frequents bars, but she makes an exception for this strange place. Besides, seeing Elphie will be nice and the possibility of meeting more people always makes her happy. She orders hot apple cider and stirs it idly with a cinnamon stick as she waits to notice an interesting person.

Current Mood: content

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard shifts gingerly on his stool as Bartleby leaves, and looks out over the Sunday night crowd, grinning. He stands up carefully, and lights a cigarette with more confidence than he feels before shouting--*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour!

Drink special tonight is the Eyes Wide Shut.

So.

*he grins and pours himself a tequila*

What'll you have?

Current Mood: recumbent

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Oh... bless the tenders of this bar,
Likewise the bouncers too.
And all the little waitstaff
That round the tables go!
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail too,
God bless you and send you a happy new year,
God Send you a happy new year.

Val bounces into the bar from who knows where, bumping into a waitrat along the way. It sniggers at her, and she sticks her tongue out at it. "If you're going to take -that- kind of attitude with me, well you're going to be Demosthenes." She giggles a bit. "So, Demosthenes, give me a tea." She grins at him, and snatches her tray from the bar and plops in a stool, humming, and waiting for her rat of choice.

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Bigby enters the bar, with both of his children.*

~~[OOC: Need to go offline for a bit. Be back shortly, I hope!]~~

dodongo-smoke.livejournal.com

The Old Man totters back into the bar... or perhaps it is that he never left. With some effort, he scrambles atop a table. Then, taking a deep, rattling breath, he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, "Hear me, Hear me! Is great quest need hero for rescue of missing one! Have sword for hero! Need hero for sword! If hero, want save Milliways from dreadness, come see. Will in booth there, yes? Come! Bring bear and we talk!"

the_lioness

*Alanna enters the front door, her face slightly wind-chapped and her eyes bleak. She blows gently on her clasped hands and smirks as they glow with a bright purple light. Sighing gratefully, she scans the bar.*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow yells out from where she's standing by Cho's collapsed form*

Is there a healer in the bar?

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

Isabel walks in, frowning, which sadly has become her usual way of being. She sits down in a booth, idly ordering from a waitrat. Here was better than alone in her room though...right?

lochiel.livejournal.com

Now that Brennan has recovered, Lochiel is outside, sitting by the lake.

jaimemaccrimmon.livejournal.com

Jaime comes into the bar through the door leading outside. He's drying his hair down with his plaid, and his shirt is sticking to his body in places. He sets down at the bar, and pins his plaid back into place with a large brooch. His manner, for the first time in the month he's been at the bar is almost casual. Almost. Turning around, he looks around the large barroom, seeing if he can spot anyone he knows--like, Chiana or Ace. Especially Ace...

mockingbird-law.livejournal.com

Its been a while since the Southern Lawyer has made his presense known at Milliways. This is through no fault of his own, his arrivals here depends on the capricious whims of serendipity, as the door leading to his bedroom in the evening sometimes leads to this bar insted. After he's tucked the children in, of course.

Atticus looks up from the article he was glancing at in the paper. With a faint dry smile, he folds it up, and places the section of news paper into an inner pocket of his coat. Peering through his glasses at the current inhabitants, he heads over towards one particular tall, familiar fellow.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

*Roger is here.
He is here!

Everyone should dance the Hava Nagila, if they know it. Not that Roger does.*

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

He's still there. No, he's not a coat rack now, but he's certainly still in the bar. He's been in a booth for the past few days, glaring at the wait rats who would only serve him after he had to stoop to their level and pick them up. Oh, for a bloody house-elf in this place. He is, at the moment, eating a bit of lasagne, glaring at the world. It still hasn't dawned on the git to try the door. He is determined to stay in this bar. Who the frell knows why.