milliways_bar | Jan. 19th, 2005

Jan. 19th, 2005

of-all-blood.livejournal.com

Tall, slender. With black hair, grey eyes - not all that different. Perhaps it was the lion padding at his side that might have given him away, but even when he paused, door closing behind him, he gave no clue that somehow this might be something out of the ordinary. Even if, inside, there was a twinge of hope. This place was different. This place was not the room he had intended to walk into. Can I hope, Lorrin?

Perhaps.

With his face set at passive, he stepped further inside, scanning the room. There were no guard dogs. No red tunics set with the rampant lion. No matter what this place was, no matter its hints at strangeness, here, he felt he could breathe. For a moment, he almost smiled.

A stride more like a prowl took him closer to the bar. They would have wine, he hoped. And he would feel free to drink his fill.

andmisterhyde.livejournal.com

...Hyde's in the bar, dressed in his black Jimmy Page shirt (ooh, look, it says ZoSo on the back!) and denim vest and pot leaf belt buckle and faded striped jeans.

He has one of those paddle-ball combos, y'know? Except, um, the ball is missing. So it's just a paddle with a piece of elastic dangling from it.

He's at the bar, surreptitiously turning over something white and cigaretteish in his hand as he ~~absently wonders the whereabouts of the Head Barman~~ sits there looking all friendly and inviting-like, as though you couldn't help but talk to him because his hair is so frizzy.

Also, he has peanut butter. Skippy. In a jar.

[ETA: Now rated R. For Raunchy. And Really High.]

aubrey-chorde.livejournal.com

Aubrey's in the bar.

...

Really, that's about it.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is in bar. Because he can be.*

steadfastknight

Having been parked in the semi, Michael and Bonnie and all out for the evening, Kitt had settled in for a recharge. And so he, the part of him that mattered, went to Milliways. He'd probably sleep here as well, he thought as he walked in. Have a bit of something to drink, and then have a nap in his room. He liked beds.

And he'd noticed that now, as he wasn't staying for so long at a time, he didn't get hungry. Fuel tanks, he'd decided. Generally, he was kept near full. It must translate, he thought, to a full stomach as well.

And so that was why, when he approached the bar, he only asked for a milkshake. This time, he let the bar choose the flavour, though he told it that so far, he'd liked chocolate and strawberry. The milkshake he was given was jamocha.

It looked like he'd found a new favourite.

sixth-son.livejournal.com

[OOC: Post-Milliways]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

finalmarauder.livejournal.com

Remus fetches a cup of tea and settles himself in a corner of the bar with a copy of 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them', pencil in hand.

Current Mood: absorbed

barsoflight.livejournal.com

[OOC: Last of the Stanton OOMs.]

Current Mood: tired

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

(OOC: Out of Milliways)

Current Mood: lonely

plague-journal.livejournal.com

___v___i__s_i_on dissolves into a space much larger than he would have expected from outside. Momentarily ignoring the costume party, the kid turns back to the doorway, but sees only ~~sharpenedteethshiningfeatherthehaloofthehornedgod~~the warm glow of the lamppost by the dark road. The door slowly closes of its own accord, so he scans the room, eyes blinking in the light. It is a restaurant, too posh for this backwoods countryside, with too many people for the lack of cars in the driveway. Trying not to ponder the significance of why so many of them seem to be sitting alone, writing (his left hand bends the notebook slightly with tension, his right clutches the crumpled bills in his pocket), he walks up to the bar, where no one is writing, but some are talking, and remembers his primary goal. A beer.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

*Brian walks into the bar, tucking a hand-rolled er... cigarette behind his ear. He breathes out a lung full of smoke and grins widely, heading over to the bar*

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes into the bar.

Things are much better today. No more brooding, no more fake fossils. Making up with Gil and talking to Eris has cleared the air somewhat.

He sits down in his favourite chair with his coffee and starts to read - it is that small book wrapped in newspaper again.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks in through the front door, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

Current Mood: energetic

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

The door opens and a good-looking young man with a big ol' gun on his hip enters. For a moment he looks puzzled about his whereabouts, but comprehension and memory gradually dawn on his face. He approaches the bar.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Esk enters the bar with a very mischevious grin, carrying a rather dull looking book. She scans the place quickly, spots Asar-Suti and heads over.

watch-wait.livejournal.com

When Bartleby comes downstairs he's carrying a rucksack. He looks around the bar and spots Charlie.

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing wanders in through the lake door, finally coming in from his conversation with Kronos out by the lake - conversation with alcohol - so, convo about - stuff. Anyway, he might wander to the bar for coffee or food or something. Then, he'll have to locate his dog.

Beowulf is curled up in a corner of the bar, sleeping, b/c, unlike his insane master, he came in from the cold looooooong ago.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

He sits quietly in the middle of the room, sipping a hot chocolate, reading A Brief History of Time and wishing that he'd met Dr. Hawking. His mask is off, and he looks thoughtful.

Current Mood: pensive

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is in the clothes he wore when he first came, as ragged as they are now. At least they're clean. He has nothing: no guitar, no notebook, not even another apple.

He's a bit nervous. For Charlie, this means pacing and some bouncing on the balls of his feet.

rb-riddick.livejournal.com

*Riddick comes walking down the stairs after a couple nights of much needed sleep. He's a bit grogy but he makes his way to the bar and sits down. He mumbles to the bar and a plate of some sort of edible food replaces the few UD's he has placed on the bar top. He eats in silence, listening for anyone who might try to sneak up on him.*

[ooc: mun will be heading to class at 11:50am EST, so there may not be much talking this morning.]

Current Mood: tired

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick looks a little bit flushed and more than a little content with the world (well, more content than he had been previously today) and ready for a meal...when he spots here.

"Oh my god, Janette?"

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: For Liam, Kestrel and David]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Look, there's Ace, by the fire, reading a rather large book. She's rather pleased that the Bar is working again ~~even if it insists on giving her health food~~ since it allows her to make up for the complete lack of things she managed to bring with her. Her tab is begining to pile up, but she's not worried about that. The TARDIS can cover it, no problem. Currently she's more concerned about finishing this book before falling asleep.

alas_alas

Wreath? On head.

Socks? On feet.

Smile? Missing in action.

Echo sits in her booth, drawing on one of her pads with a green pen.

She might be drawing snakes. She might be drawing caves. She might be drawing flowers.

Probably not the last one.

~~[ooc: the mun is taking a nap, since she is exhausted! be back in a couple of hours]~~

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Back at the table in the darker corner, staring at the candle flame.

He might've slept there. He didn't sleep in his room, anyway.

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: OOM: Charlie and Bartleby arrive on the island]

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

And in the bar there was a girl....

A broken girl. She looks broken but she couldn't just stay in that room, it would drive her crazy. She's in the same outfit as she was the night before. Her face shows she spent a lot of time crying, and she didn't have the energy to fix it. She grabs her tray and then curls up in a booth. She can't change, that would mean going to their room. She can't go there...it would hurt too much.

She sniffles. She won't cry anymore, she won't.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia walks down the stairs, book in hand and hair somewhat tamed by a simple braid.]

darkly-romantic.livejournal.com

Louis enters Milliways with obvious pleasure, scanning the room with lively eyes and a small smile. He inhales deeply, and goes to the bar for a glass of wine.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Enter Archie from upstairs, looking well-rested, determined and cheerful. This is never a good sign.

Current Mood: cheerful

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in from the staff corridor, small paper bag under one arm. He doesn't bother scanning the room as he walks across it. He's trying very very hard not to see anything coming. It's been almost a week since this prank war was called and nothing has happened. The ball is in Bernard's court and the waiting is making Raph chafe. Absentmindedly he scratches the back of his neck, leaving red welts he doesn't seem to notice.*

chozo-raised.livejournal.com

Samus is in the bar. She just entered through the front door. As usual, she's quietly people-watching.

[OOC: Samus-mun is ~~procrastinating~~ diligently working on an essay for English in the background, and so may be slightly slower than normal.]

Current Mood: Samusy

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Bart blasts through the front door, not entirely of his own accord. And without opening the door either. He just seems to come flying in through the door, not disturbing it in the least. A small rain of debris accompanies him on his flight, ending with him on his back on the floor.

"Onhhhhh....What hit me? Someone get the number of that dinosaur?"

He raises his head, and charges for the door, only to bounce off and land on his back again.

"Oh, come on! thats so not cool."

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways post...

Elaine comes downstairs, her hair in a braided crown, wearing breeches and a linen tunic. She has her cloak over her arm, and is ready for her next swordfighting lesson.

First, of course, she stops by the bar for her normal bread, stew and beer, and brings it back to a table. Today, she is famished.

mister-vimes.livejournal.com

Vimes walks in, boots tapping against the floor. They're new. He hates new.*

His face is a carefully-concocted brew of befuddlement and frustration.

He's been looking like that a lot lately. And that means things are Not Well in Ankh-Morpork...

*Old boots had thin soles--they let him feel the streets.** He could tell exactly where he was just by the feel of the cobblestones beneath him.

**Although considering some of the thing the people of Ankh-Morpork threw on *** the streets, it was quite fortunate that he couldn't, literally, feel the streets.

***Or up on.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

( Letter to Crowley )

eostre-of-dawn.livejournal.com

Easter's mun, realizing that she's been paying a lot of attention to her other character and sadly neglecting Easter, decides to remedy this situation.

So let us consider Easter as still where we left her so long ago: curled on a sofa near the fire with a book and a warm beverage that, upon closer examination reveals it to be vaguely coffee based. Although that is not important at the moment. What is important, however, is that Easter's here and her book's not that interesting.

shockinglycute.livejournal.com

It's ba-ack...

As usual, the yellow thing looks hungry. It is also still wearing its food dish as a hat. In fact, there is nothing to distinguish this entrance from other entrances.

It hops onto the bar and flips the dish off. "Pikapika," it requests. This results in a nice, big, red apple in the dish.

"Pikapi!" the yellow thing squeals in thanks. It sets about the task of transferring the apple from food dish to stomach.

Having completed this important work, it leaves the dish on the bar and wanders about in search of someone to donate more food. Or maybe pet it. That'd work, too.

Yeah, it's practically domesticated now.

Current Mood: chipper

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Last night/This morning.

Now Warren is hungover. Visibly. Even though the door drank most of the tequila.

He stands at the bottom of the stairs, supporting himself with a hand on the wall, and scans the bar.

He's looking for her.

balletrat

*Meg moves a little easier when she comes into the bar after practicing today, looks a little less tired; a good night's sleep in an actual bed does wonders. She puts a hand on the bar proper, and a coffee appears before she needs to ask. The bar knows Meg well.*

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Hey. Look, it's a waitress. However, she's in a t-shirt (History of Dwain Convention: 2734) and shorts (Blue, white stripes), hair messed (braided with a green ribbon) and seems to be Quite Not On Duty. Yet. She is sitting at the bar with a mug (white. Red Rebel Alliance symbol) of tea. (Hibiscus)

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

Lady Death walks into the bar. She continues to be on her quest to find the red-headed barman.

After looking behind (and down behind, just in case he's short) the counter, she turns to look around at the crowd.

silver_flecks

Delirium's sitting with a lizard demon god in her lap.

Poor little Pazuzu.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie Dean, ka-mai to the stars and general wiseguy comes down the stairs, his longish hair slicked back and damp. Ahh, the pleasures of civilization. He's still dressed like a dimestore cowboy, in Calla Bryn Sturges homespun, and still carrying an enormous and ancient six-gun with glowing sandelwood grips.

He looks like he might be watching for someone.

joewithnoname.livejournal.com

Joe comes into the bar, looking more well-rested than he has in a long time. Maybe it's because Susannah took his watch with Jake last night.

He sits at the bar and orders a beer and a plate of spaghetti.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(Outfit 1)

Mina glides downstairs, Mr. Q on her shoulder.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes down from his room, glancing around the bar from his vantage point on the stairs.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

She eases herself down the stairs, having left Jake in Roland's care for the moment. She had gotten a shower and a decent bed to sleep in for the first time in what was surely months.

Stairs are difficult to navigate when one has no legs, but she manages well enough. The cart won't go up the stairs, after all.

It can't be a comfortable operation, but it looks like one she's performed before.

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

Enter one rather nervous boy with a sack. A sack and sunglasses on.

He's looking for someone. Well, someones actually. To give them very belated gifts.

And maybe some company. And possibly a strong drink, if he can get away with it.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard slams open the front door, kicks it shut behind him and runs for the kitchens. Anyone looking up will notice that Armand is in his arms and is unconscious. Anyone really observant will spot that Richard is very pale and his hair seems a bit longer.

Current Mood: frantic

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

It's quite a long time after breakfast when Gil finally puts in an appearance. He wanders out of the kitchen, yawning and sidles around the end of the Bar eyeing it guiltily then he begins to look for empties to take back to wash.

mogget_cat

*Yrael comes in from the back corridor and takes a seat at the bar, humming a soft tune under his breath. He opens a small book that might be about coffee and begins leafing through it.*

Current Mood: chipper

oneman_onevote

A tall, thin man dressed all in black is in the bar. He is sitting removed from any other patron, and staring thoughtfully at a piece of paper covered with what appear to be random doodlings. He doesn't look like he's been here before, but shows no sign of surprise or confusion at his surroundings.

diehard_daniel

Daniel comes into the bar, and for once he seems to be neither physically nor emotionally damaged in any way. In fact, he's humming quietly to himself, and when he sees the familiar sight of Milliways, he smiles and heads for a table. His order - strong black coffee - is entirely predictable.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

There is a David in the bar.

There shouldn't really be, but there is.

Current Mood: bored

blue_eyed_lord

The Rider strides down the stairs, sans briefcase, in quite the good mood.

Things have been going pleasantly enough and he has a feeling that his diamond trade just might have the chance of expanding. Just as there are no wrinkles in his clothing, the Rider can forsee no wrinkle in his time spent at Milliways.

But lo! as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, who else does he see but his other half?

The Black Rider is actually stunned for all of two seconds. He quickly recovers, and with a smirk hovering about his lips, he ~~waltzes~~ walks gracefully over to the bar and orders lager before heading over to her table.

lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com

Lorelai is now by the fireplace, an extra-large coffee and a stack of folders by her side. It seems Milliways is the perfect place to get work done, what with the whole time thing, and unlimited coffee.

lastgunslinger

The gunslinger comes downstairs with an eye to dinner, and perhaps palaver with Susannah.

He sees Susannah, aye, sees her very well.

And he sees who is with her.

Blue eyes blaze.

Not daring to believe, he continues down the stairs and moves to stand behind Eddie and Susannah.

theravenboy

*Bran has not had an excellent week. Visiting Milliways at a time when two Riders of the Dark are having a friendly chat is not likely to improve it. Too bad.*

scottish-witch.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways

She enters, and flushes slightly. Apparently wishing could make it so. She looks around and spots Yrael. Shifting to cat form, she goes over to join him. She wants touch tonight.

(OOC: Mun may run off suddenly to talk to her girlfriend. You've been warned.)

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR has decided to come in from the cold again, it seems-or stay out of it entirely, judging from the lack of any snow on him. Parked near the door to the lake, and away from as many chairs as possible, he watches the bar, scanner flicking slowly.

bythebrook.livejournal.com

Ophelia walks in. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but they hold a steely glint.

She goes to the bar, orders a sandwich and a cup of tea, and sits in a booth.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

God but that hurt, she thought as she walked in, wincing, rubbing at the back of her neck. True, the initial voltage needed to actually start the sensors was higher than operating voltage, but... That would definitely have to be adjusted. She was hissing as she rubbed at a small burn mark, the back of her neck and at both temples. Her specialty was not biomechanics.

But, looking around, it seemed like it had worked well enough. It seemed like the place Kitt had talked about. Nothing quite looked right, though. Everything was... skewed. And Kitt hadn't had any problems with vision. There was still code to alter, then.

Carefully, she reached outward, toward a chair back, to make certain she could keep her balance. She'd put about twenty-five dollars in the pocket of her overalls. A quick check showed her that it was there - and then she smiled. All right. So far so good. Now, she just had to get to the bar without falling over.

Current Mood: accomplished

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is conveniently around. Normal clothes. Normal drink. Normal unreadable expression.

Vague is good.

halfbrothercat.livejournal.com

Once again Ian is sitting in the bar, drinking a honey brew, lost in thought over his meeting with the man who called himself Kellin, and what Kellin told him: the lir were a curse, and that he would never receive one if he had his way.

Poor Ian; he felt as though his world was coming to an end.

And in a way, it was - or rather, here it was.

I don't understand... Why would a Cheysuli warrior reject a lir? he asks himself. It's unthinkable.

I am sure there were Cheysuli warriors who wished to avoid linking up with a lir, Tasha says in an effort to calm Ian down - he's beginning to feel the cold grasping at his heart again; something that caused Kellin to panic in fear that Ian might die on him again.

Maybe, but it's a long time ago. Cheysuli always take a lir, without exception.

Well, one exception, Tasha points out. General Rowan has no lir; he was prevented from linking up with one.

Aye, there is Rowan, Ian concedes. But he did not refuse his lir willingly, nor did he call them a "curse". I have seen how he eyes jehan's lir, Taj and Lorn, wishing he too had a lir to call his own.

But he accepted his fate, that he is a lirless Cheysuli, and always will be.

Ian finishes his honey brew in one gulp and orders another, and then continues on in his silent broodings.

Current Mood: bewildered

white_flowers

The woman in white walks down the stairs and into the room. Blodwen looks curiously at the bar for a moment, then at the key in her hand. She goes up to it and asks for something, seemingly hopeful.

Two skeins of black wool yarn and some silver knitting needles materialize, as does a cup of tea. Blodwen smiles with apparent delight. She puts the key in her pocket, picks up everything else, and goes to a corner table where she sits down and begins work on a sweater.

Current Mood: busy

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

( OOM: Far Side of the Lake )

Current Mood: restless

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is in the bar again. If he's any better rested than yesterday, it's not immediately obvious.

nowthatsanarchy.livejournal.com

Look, it's Rick. He's in the bar! Wow! That's unexpected!

slayeranne.livejournal.com

Buffy's in the bar. With Diet Coke. And food. Not much else to say.

to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com

Goddess in the bar.

Have at her.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Enter Ako.

On her glance around, she notes the gathering of Red Headed Prude, Ye Random Woman, and Bran.

She goes...over to the fire. Away from them. Its not avoidance its....er.

Look, fox!

i-am-not-honey.livejournal.com

A woman, stylishly dressed in black, breezes through the door. She looks around, and with a single raise of the eyebrow seems to size up the bar, measure it, and return it with an impeccable new outfit. She nods once to herself, as if to say 'yes, this will do', and then moves towards the bar.

She doesn't notice a bartender, but perhaps he is merely in the back.

lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com

LaCroix enters through the door, a swirl of powdered snow following him through. He brushes at the flakes stuck to his jacket for a moment. One of the problems of having little to no body heat is that snow doesn't really melt when it lands on you.

He looks up from his jacket and instinctivly inspects the bar for anything new.

He notices something.

He almost wonders if he should have guessed this would happen.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val is still in the bar, still in the same shirt (History of Dwain Convention 2734) and shorts, although, at the moment, she's a bit more obviously on duty. She's been doing it most of the afternoon anyway. Oh, well. A mussed waitress isn't too bad once in a while, especially one with a calm, happy smile. People who don't know her well might accuse her of having a bit too much fun with a certain person last night. Ha. Couldn't be further from the truth.