milliways_bar | Feb. 9th, 2005

Feb. 9th, 2005

andmisterhyde.livejournal.com

[OOC: A few days ago...or something]

Hyde wanders down the stairs and falls into a booth. He's dressed like this (but without the Stanton lookalike between his hands), plus he's got shades on and there's a hole or three in the weird stretchy polyester of the shirt. It's been a few days since he's been in the bar proper, but a boy's gotta eat. A boy is also hungover as hell and looks it, and has even fluffier hair than usual.

He pounds the table absently with his fist, bellowing to no one in particular, "I demand service!"

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Moiraine is healing the wounded bodies.

Dream, Morpheus, stands and begins to heal the wounded souls.

He reaches out, if not with his hands, and pulls together the tattered edges of the Dreaming.

As fast as they dawned, the crazy times are over. Bernard is reunited with Tonks.

And the people cringing in their beds sleep like angels. They breathe in, out, in, out, in unbroken and quiet rhythm. Silence washes like a river over Milliways. No sounds of screaming, no sobbing, no noises of pain or madness.

Just peace.

The only noise in the rooms is the gentle, even cadence of people asleep.
...In, out, in, out.

.........Listen.

...You can hear it.

Paraphrased from Preludes and Nocturnes

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

*A gust of cold air follows Anthy in; once she's stopped shivering, she stares. And slinks over to the fireplace, looking more than a little relieved, and more than a little defensive.*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Waking Up]

[WARNING: This thread is rated NC-17 for sexual content. Duh. Look who we're talking about here.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim has come into the bar at last. Mainly because his fun is now trying to stay up til tommorrow night in an effort to get his time clock back on line. But beyond that, look, Shiny Tim! He takes a seat at his usual spot, sipping the cup of tea that appears in his hand. Always a good spell for a Brit to know.*

Hmm...what to try tonight? Ah!

*A wave of the hand and a bowl of water is before him. Tim places his hands on either side of the bowl, and begins conentrating. Molecular manipulation. Let's start easy. Breathe in, breathe out.... Release your emotions. Focus them. Into the water, not the bowl. Watch as it boils. Good. Now let it cool... excellent. Tim stares down at his face in the bowl. one of his hands absently traces the lines therein, raising the image of him from the bowl. No sunglasses now, thats a good thing. He really does have beautiful eyes, if he says so himself. The water shifts in the air before him, erasing some lines, removing color from his hair, back to brown. A younger Tim. If only he could go back to......

His eyes light up, in a non magical way. Could he? Return to when he left? Go back home, soften his image, time travel?*

It could work.

barsoflight.livejournal.com

[OOM: Paul and James discuss Will. Technically happened Sunday.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Anthy and Meg have a synchronightmare, and meet in the hallway.]

mediocresaint.livejournal.com

It's bad this time. The music took him mere moments away from the end of the lesson, and Salieri can't imagine what the poor girl back in his music room in Vienna might be thinking. He storms across to the piano, and thumps out the chords of the fast waltz that had brought him here, but it doesn't work.

Then he crosses to the Bar itself, and orders a very large glass of sherry.

And then another. He's not happy, not one bit.

young_tmriddle

[OOC: Post-Milliways.]

of-all-blood.livejournal.com

He was there. Of course, with his posture, it was perfectly possible he could've been there for quite some time.

He sat, he waited, and he leaned against the lion that curled behind him, being on the floor as well. Before him was the fire, but his eyes were closed. It was odd, being able to actually relax.

steadfastknight

[OOM: Disarmed Knights: Before the Storm]

go-between.livejournal.com

Nothing to see here. Just the

millichannel marker.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

She's back!

Well, very nearly. Nearly enough so Esk can actually bear to go near her, and run her hands across her surface.

"Hello, you," she whispers. "Feel up to giving us some breakfast?" And tray supporting a full fry up appears, with a tankard of the finest ale. And a dead vole for the hawk. Esk grins.

"While you're at it, I could do with some reading material..." and a copy of a currently popular Ankh Morpork adventure novel appears on the tray. Esk shrugs, and decides to take that as a hint that she's been working too hard. She takes the tray over to her favourite spot by the fireplace and feeds the trilobites.

joewithnoname.livejournal.com

( It's still waiting out there. )

terific-athlete.livejournal.com

*Homestarrunner is in the bar. Actualy, he's sleeping on top of the bar. No worries, he's not bothering anyone or anything.....just taking up some space. Knock him to the floor if you need room, otherwise he's gonna be there til he wakes.*

[OOC: Mun is in class and needs homestar already in the bar for later...but, he's movable if needs be.]

wizard_dresden

( upstairs - Harry's room )

Milliways - bar at the end of the universe. Odd place, really. Not quite so odd as the NeverNever - not nearly as dangerous either. I mean, at least my godmother isn't here. Because my conversations with her never go well.

I take a seat at the bar, place Bob atop the bar - he's still not talking to me... again. He'll get over it.

I don't see Angie, but, I'm not all that sure she'll want to talk to me anyway.

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

[OOM: (Up in Nick's room) The Morning After Meeting LaCroix...and Him. And After Him.]

stilljustandrew

[OOC: Upstairs, pre-Milliways.]

*Andrew comes slowly down the stairs and looks around, taking a deep breath. The air feels ... cleaner ... than it has in a while.*

*He sits down at the bar and orders a roast beef sandwich.*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael walks slowly down the stairs from the guest rooms. He's quite clearly free of the waking dreams and back to himself, but his eyes are dark and haunted and he heads straight for his now-usual place by the fire.

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

[OOC: Mouse looks like this.]

A little guy enters the bar and looks around cautiously. He has the look of a man who ~~accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up~~ was expecting to be somewhere else, or possibly nowhere at all.

Clutching his small trunk like a life preserver, he stands there, taking in the new environment.

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

Isabel walks into the bar and goes up to it, sitting down and seeming to have a whispered conversation with it. A bag appears and she looks in it, then nods. She glances up at her tab, watching it rise more than a little. Oh well, it was worth it. She looks around...what to do with the bag...hrm...

And then her eyes fall on Andrew. Yes he's the answer.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is outside, sitting in the shade of her favorite tree, staring out at the lake without really seeing it. There's an orange and a pile of orange peels beside her, the remains of what she had grabbed for a late breakfast hours ago. She's bundled up in a blanket she brought from her room, and the tarp makes a nice place to sit without getting utterly soaked. For Ace, it's a nice little arrangement, and she has space to think. After the last few weeks or so? There is a lot to think about.

(ooc: Mun is busy trying to get everything done before the seminar tonight, so replies will be slow. Going off-line at 5:20-ish, PST)

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen bounces down the stairs, in a bright blue Greek dress, Melina at her heels. Helen gets a cup of tea from the now working Bar, and some greens for Melina. Setting the greens on the floor for Melina, Helen sits at the bar and sips her tea.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[ooc: Charlie and Claire, schmoop]]

to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com

Eris is in the bar.

She has been for a while.

She'll be gone in a few hours while her typist is in class, but she'll be back after that.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Aziraphael]

colour_girl

*Iris is sitting at the bar. Pick a color. Any color.*
~
*There is no one sitting at the bar. Was there anyone there in the first place? Maybe just a trick of light...*

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

A handsome young man wanders in. He's in a pair of khaki pants and a t-shirt that looks maybe a little too small for him, but not in a bad way. He's carrying a small thermos, sipping from it as he wanders in. After a moment, it seems almost as if he realizes he's not where he should be and he stares around.

"Well, wasn't expecting this...but it could be worse."

He walks in and sits down at the bar, continuing to sip from his thermos, and looks around, taking it all in.

[OOC: This is just a small trick Loki will be playing on a certain someone. Feel free to come greet the "new arrival", however.]

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Old Cherry Blossom Road]

Hawkins strode into the bar, looking a little upset. Such a state would only be noticable by someone who knew him fairly well, because discerning it from his default stormy expression takes a discerning eye. He sat down at the bar and ordered something big and alcoholic.

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

[OOC: Post-Milliways, last night]

Current Mood: peaceful

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Hannibal appears where he had been when he disappeared last night. He turns and looks at the rest of the bar with an expectant grin, as if waiting for a punch-line. The grin remains as he turns and begins to sing and dance.

I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake
Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon
Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune:

Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?

He dances his way to Meg and lays his arm over her shoulder, singing this next stanza to her.

If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey
Sing "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy"

He dances away, off to Svava.

Oh! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you-oo?

He ends up by dropping into a chair at her table. Grinning.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ Pre-Milliways: Let's give it up for Lent... ]

Tony enters the bar and orders a tea--a plain, if a bit sweet, glass of ice tea.

He's thinking about dropping alcohol for Lent. Let's see how that goes.

Current Mood: good

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava's in the bar. She's still debating and figuring out the outfits Tim conjoured up for her, so the Valkyrie's in her normal outfit. Sitting at a table, finishing up her studying for this evening.

balletrat

*Meg is in the bar. She has a splinted wrist, but otherwise looks healthier and more cheerful than she has in a week. The reason for this should be obvious.*

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee's in the bar. She missed all the fun yesterday, poor dear. If someone were to tell her what went on with whom, she'd probably mention a rather odd coincidence of events.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val comes in the bar from the lake. She's been scouting out some ideas for her pet plan. There's a calm twinkle in her eyes, and for once, she seems happy and content. ~~Let's see how long that lasts~~ Taking her tray from Bar she gives her a pet. "So glad you're back. So very glad." She gets her mug of tea for her efforts. Red tea in a white mug with the Rebel Alliance symbol and crossed 'sabres on the back. And she sings to herself, quietly, gently.

Today I took a walk up the street
And picked a flower and climbed the hill
Above the lake

And secret thoughts were said aloud
We watched the faces in the clouds
Until the clouds had blown away

And were we ever somewhere else
You know, it's hard to say

And I never saw blue like that before
Across the sky
Around the world
You've given me all you have and more
And no one else has ever shown me how
To see the world the way I see it now
Oh, I, I never saw blue like that

I can't believe a month ago
I was alone, I didn't know you
I hadn't seen or heard you're name
And even now, I'm so amazed
It's like a dream, It's like a rainbow, it's like the rain

[ooc: Waitress on duty! Wave her down, harass her, demand service! I should note more often that Val's actually on duty. She usually is. Erp.]

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

Isabel is back in the bar. She grabs her pretty tray and then glances around the bar, ready to aide anyone who needs it but thankful the bar is basically fixed and thus can do a bit of the work again. But something is off. Just slightly. See today is Ash Wednesday according to the bar...and she can't go to church.

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polexia walks downstairs with a book in hand, Wuthering Heights. She sits at the bar and looks around. *

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

*Anthy is quietly drinking tea by the fireplace, and playing Go Fish with Chuchu. The monkey is winning.*

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil settled at the kitchen table with his book and some coffee and a very smug smile. Last night had been enormous fun from start to finish - though there had been a few very scary moments when he had got lost amongst the crowds - and he had some astonishing and highly enjoyable mental images. Vampires, he had decided, were utterly sweet and he simply didn't understand what people had against them. They had, he felt, had a bad press.

However, the memory of Armand dressed as a fairy, no matter how much fun, wouldn't help him get the specials posted. He opened the book at random, smiled and scribbled in his notepad for a while then he checked for ingredients and made his decision. Into the bar he went and wrote on the blackboard:

Dear Customers of Milliways,

Tonight the kitchen has randomly decided to be Danish night and in addition to our normal menu offers the following specials:

Stegt Rodspaette

Gaastesteg med Aebler og Svedsker

Frikadeller

I hope you enjoy them.

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

Lady Death enters the bar and picks a table. She smiles to the waitrat that idles past, asking politely for a glass of mead. When it arrives, she sips and closes her eyes in contentment.

badderthanyou

Dawn, still a bit on the trepidatious side, makes her way down the stairs, into the bar.

She finds a table as much in the dark as she can get.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara enters quietly. Not as quietly as she could, but more so than she might normally.

She doesn't look good. Pale, eyes shadowed and almost dull.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC:OOM]

Eddie enters and sees no one behind the now-functional bar. There hadn't been any consequences the last time he'd played unofficial bartender--heck, people'd seemed to appreciate it.

The indecisive time lasts a matter of seconds. Then he's behind the bar, his gun and belt are stashed in a handy place under the bar, and the apron is on.

"The Volunteer Emergency Bartending Force is on duty, ladies and gents. What'll it be?"

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David enters Milliways, this time in casual clothes. A successful night in Bourbon Street ~~even though the muns never really got around to that~~ and a wonderful morning spent in bed, listening to the music and the voices outside in the city, and he's smiling softly to himself.

He walks up to the Bar, first, and deposits a large sum of cash - effectively clearing he and Michael's tabs - and takes a seat in a booth, pulling a book from his overcoat's inside pocked, drawing his feet up, and proceeds to lose himself in Before Night Falls.

desert-worm.livejournal.com

Luke's been scarce lately; he and Val have been avoiding each other without even really realizing it, and he's been spending most of his time outside, either practicing forms with his lightsaber or meditating. Now he comes in through the back door, looking like he's been exercising, and slouches on a barstool. "Water, please. With ice."

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs.

It's incredible how something so easy to take for granted, like a night of good sleep, can make a man look younger.

There's palaver to be held tonight, but not before he eats. A hungry gunslinger is a grumpy gunslinger.

masterofsoresu

[OOC: Gone and back again]

Obi-Wan comes downstairs, looking for Anakin. He doesn't spot him ~~because LJ is being ebil and not letting redeemed_one log in~~, but he does see someone else from his part of the cosmos.

Current Mood: friendly

flybywash

[OOC: Post-Milliways, last night]

terific-athlete.livejournal.com

*Homestarrunner wakes up to be falling on the floor b/c STRONGBAD has just pushed him.....*

OWWW!! That huwt. Baw, can I get a melonade? Stwongbaaaaaaaad!!!

*A glass of pink liquid appears.*

steadfastknight

[OOM: Disarmed Knights: Abduction.]

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean walked slowly down the stairs with his harp in hand. He paced over to the bar, and leaned his back against it. With a small flourish, he began to fill the bar with sad melodies.

95-tan.livejournal.com

With a quick glance over her shoulder, Windows 95 enters and heads for her usual stool. She looks at the bar, wondering if it's still out of commission.

Current Mood: guilty

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

And Svava leaves her table, heading for the back door. Nicely freaked out, a little bit panicked, and not'running.

Current Mood: distressed

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

A better-looking Indiana Jones wanders up to the fully-functional bar with a hopeful gleam in his eye—bourbon consumption high on tonight's agenda for the recovering adventurer. He eyes the glass when it arrives, taking a tentative sip at first. Then he smiles...

lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com

Lorelai walks into the bar, and then frowns as if she most emphatically does not wish to be there. Sighing, she asks the bar for a martini with olives and is surprised when she actually gets it. She must look especially formidable today. Grr.

You can find her at a booth.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert comes downstairs, looking more or less the same as everyone else is tonight, which is to say, a hell of a lot better. He approaches the bar, glancing around to see who else is about.

river_meimei

The door slides open, and River Tam walks in. She's barefoot, walking with a dancer's deliberate steps, and her eyes drift around the room, staying most often on the rafters or the floor in front of her.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Norrington just came in again. His mun cannot think of a good entry post.

Have at him.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam wanders downstairs. Apparently he didn't feel like wearing shoes today. Or buttoning his shirt.

coolhandlucas.livejournal.com

Heeeeeeere's Lucas.

mnt_mike

The front door opens to a singing anthropomorphic turtle wearing a bright orange Hawaiian shirt.
Can you guess the tune?

"Makin' my way in the bar today took everything I got.
Takin' a break from sewer living sure would help a lot.
Fought some Foot Ninja today.
Doo doo do de dodo dooooo
Sometimes I want to go where no-body looks the same.
Bom bom ba BOM.
And they dis-play it with no shame.
Doo doo de doo.
I want to be where people see that turtles aren't all the same.
Milliways is the place I rest my brain."

He bows to no one in particular, though the way he does it there are throngs of well wishers cheering loudly.

andmisterhyde.livejournal.com

And the magic of Millitime is evoked...

Hyde sits in a booth, his Frye boots up on the seat across from him, looking damn sullen and pissy.

His arms are folded and he's totally ignoring all accoutrements on the table before him: the bottle of root beer, his cigarettes, his composition book, the paddle with just the elastic and no ball.

No amount of distraction is working, apparently.

Grrr.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

*Brian carefully climbs down from the tree. Veeeerry carefully. When he gets to the bottom he hugs as much of the tree as he can reach, smiling at it and patting its trunk before waving as he heads towards the bar. It's not been the best of weeks. But it's okay, 'cos right now? He can barely remember his name. He reels into the bar and collapses into a booth, lying on the bench and giggling*