(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

Apropos limps down the steps from the rooms, staff clutched carefully with three fingers as the other two hold a book. He's reading rather intently, other hand going through vague motions as he does. Eventually he finds his way through memory to the couches, where he sits and continues with his work.

Do Not Operate the One Power while under the influence

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean had made several mistakes that night.The first was taking that 'brownie' from Spike. The second was seizing the One Power. Every drug-clouded sense was heightened.

Asmodean staggered through the bar encased in a raging fireball. He was shouting at non-existent people. Just walking by tables caused them to be torn to splinters. This is, of course, discounting the ones that he destroyed willfully. All in all, he was leaving a trail of destruction through an unoccupied part of the bar.

Suddenly, Asmodean became terrified and ran across the bar. A path of annihilation led to a table where Asmodean was curled up, muttering to himself, lashing out at non-existent people with the One Power.

Approach with caution.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

There is a David in the bar because his mun wishes to kill a few braincells. He is sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest, reading his own manuscript for Tale of the Body Thief.

And making notes.

(no subject)

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

Tiki appears in the bar.

Looking dazed, she takes a look around. Still confused, she flies into a corner and hopes no one noticed she arrived.

She watches everyone in the bar, wondering what part of The Queen's realm she's ended up in.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, and heads for the bar, looking around the room for friendly faces.*

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy is not in the bar. She's in the greenhouse! Shockingly, she is watering the roses. The door is open.*

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Angie apperates into the bar, dressed in what would be a rather nice set of midnight blue robes if they weren't covered in some kind of luminous pink sludge. She's tried all sorts of spells to remove it but they don't seem to be working. Wether this has something to do with the sludge or her lack of apptitute for cleaning spells is unclear to her. At the bar she orders a butterbeer and some deep fried paradoxes.*

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Flash, in costume, enters at what seems an absurdly early hour. He didn't sleep well.

He gets a large cup of tea and finds a quiet table in the back, and sits to think.

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks into the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

So, the Valkyrie is in. Corner booth, trying to keep involved (read: distracted) with a book and a cup of hot chocolate. Edielwiess is in her lap, half-asleep and purring.

As a distraction, the cooking book Yamino lent her is being so-so.

Entrance

[nita_callahan]

Nita's curled up in a booth, looking considerably better than she did last night. Still, she's rather solemn, and her manual is lying open in front of her. Apparently, she finds the wet spots her soda left on the table fascinating.

It's just possible she would appreciate a little distraction.

(no subject)

[angus_macgyver]

Still decked out in the cool Dallas Stars Nieuwendyk jersey, MacGyver makes his way down the stairs and staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares - which would normally be *way* out of character for him, but since he just saw... basically... his double... his brain fell out. Okay, not literally, because ewwwww, but he's gonna need a few minutes to process THIS one.







Okay - maybe more than a few.




[ooc: mun just absolutely could NOT resist the temptation *eg*]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony. Bar. Coffee. Cubs mug. Yay!

Go forth and bother him.

[ ooc: mun has to go take a nap..bbl ] she returns!

CLAIRE!!!!

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

There is a package on the bar for Claire! If she were to see it and open it, she would find:

( Stuff )

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: repost to the correct place this time. yes, am idjut.]

Charlie, guitar, waffles. Nothing unusual here.

He sees David and ponders a moment--they haven't really talked since Saturday night out by the lake, and it'd be good to know they're okay.

He finishes his tea and brings the guitar and himself to the couches.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg comes into the bar.

Her name is not Katrina.*

...check the username, folks.

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

David walks in, a large, leather-bound copy of Paradise Lost in his hands. He takes a look around, obviously hoping to see someone, before sighing tiredly and settling down by the couches to read.

[ooc: another Loki-trick for David, but wander over into the fun and watch me flail. Loki's not the only one hoping he gets it right...]

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

Enter Goddess, quietly, from upstairs.

And now she's actually stopped to talk briefly to Bar, coming away with a cup of something indeterminate, and has gone to curl up in a booth, instead of the couch by the fireplace.

Hmm.

(no subject)

[up-there.livejournal.com]

Satan's in the bar. He seems a bit confused as to why he's in a bar, but it really doesn't seem to be his top concern right now. Come drink with him, you know you wanna.

(no subject)

[v_knidh8er]

Deep within the bowels of Milliways the Loompas sleep. That is, until their Loompa sense begins to tingle.
Something is wrong up above.
Something is broken.
There's a job that needs doing.

The largest of the crew is the first to wake up.
The first to respond.
He grabs the hammer and strikes the emergency gong.
At once the dormitory is alive with activity, as Loompas begin to suit up and assemble.

What once started as a small group has slowly swelled to a bustling community.
They've been excavating the underbar for larger quarters.
Small fires have become large kitchens with fine dining areas.
Patched together clothing has been replaced by fine handwoven cloth.

Here in Milliways Subterranean-Loompa Land the workers control the means of production.

A small crew of specially trained Disaster Relief Loompas assemble.
Intelligence experts go over the details of the mission with all the latest information available to them.
Standard Carpentry Deployment.

The door on the side of The Bar opens, and the DRL squad filters out.
Hammers at the ready.
They begin.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

There's a woman sitting in a chair in front of the fire.
She's wearing a long, modest black silk dress and a black witch's hat, and is reading a book. There's a black bag sitting by the side of the chair, and a hawk sitting on the back, tearing at some meat.

There's no staff in sight.

Oh, it's Esk, by the way.

(no subject)

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

Jack is in the bar, being his usual insulting self and calling people 'bar-keep.' He rented a room last night as he's still bound, and he's not found Daniel yet.

(no subject)

[misterglass.livejournal.com]

Elijah comes in, wearing his blue prison jumpsuit, leaning on his wooden cane, but still managing to seem composed and almost regal in bearing. Smiling to himself, he limps over to the nearest table and seats himself, settling in to watch the patrons.

(no subject)

[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from outside dressed like he isn't planning to stay long.
Which is good, because he's not. He doesn't look around, and in fact, only people looking for him specifically would even see him to begin with.

He's heading for the front door when he stops and turns towards the bar. Grabbing a napkin and any pen that's handy he scrawls a note.*

( Give this to Tim, okay? )

*He takes a deep breath and reaches back, fumbling with the clasp of the silver chain he wears around his neck. It takes him a moment or two, but he manages. Raph gives the chain and attached small silver ankh one last longing look before placing it on the bartop next to the note.*

An' keep this safe will ya'? I'll be back for it soon. Just need some air, that's all.

*He gives the bar a pat as both items melt into the bartop and disapper. Then, once again he heads towards the front door.
Without ceremony, or even a look back, he opens the door and walks through. The noise from New York is momentary, and then he's gone.*

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo enters the bar, and one, or two (one?) of the first things she sees are (is?) two Davids. Kissing. Each other.

She sits down on the floor, hard.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is in the bar. He's drinking coffee. Again.

This is probably a bad habit for somebody who is small and twitchy without the influence of caffeine.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew wanders into the bar, sees Meg, and heads over.*

*All quite predictable, really.*

(no subject)

[slayeranne.livejournal.com]

Buffy bounces down the stairs, grabbing a soda and looking around for some conversation. Spotting a monster, she wanders over to say hi. But if you want, feel free to wander up to her here to. She can multi-task.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace! In the bar! Yes, I know it's been done.
She's at the bar itself, reading yet another book (thank goodness this one doesn't involve time travel), and sipping on a drink that looks vaugely purple, in certain lights.
She probably won't bite if approached.

(ooc: Mun is attempting to get life in order before her flight tomorrow, so replies will be slow for most of the night. Please distract me from packing!)

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

Eris is still sitting in her booth.

She looks to be in a better mood, though.

Come talk to her before she gets bored and starts wandering around pestering people.



Actually, she might just do that anyway.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is in a less than agreeable mood.

After waking up in Kitt's room-with a hangover that made him question the wisdom of his decision to get drunk last night-he had trudged down the stairs, quickly reverted back to car form, and parked himself in a corner of the bar, his scanner twitching irritably.

For a moment, he rolls forwrad a bit, looking as if he might begin his usual bar prowling, but then he stops and returns to being parked.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

After his argument with Tony, Jack storms out of the bar, brushing past patrons as he heads up the stairs to his room to ANGST cool off.

(no subject)

[naria-silver.livejournal.com]

Naria comes downstairs for a change. She looks rather peeved, still, which might have something to do with the fact that she remains a dead and snarky catgirl. She has a sword, sheethed, in her hand, and she seems to be clutching it with great agression.

She flops down in a booth in an appropriately catlike way, and glares at the world in general.

(no subject)

[hideousprogeny.livejournal.com]

Well, he can't stay in his room forever.

The manmade monstrosity makes his way into the bar proper, managing not to be entirely jumpy. He still slouches in relief once he's retreated to a booth with his back to the wall- just because nobody's thrown rocks at him yet doesn't mean someone won't change his mind.

Upon obtaining a bowl of nuts and a jug of water from a waitrat, his mood improves visibly.

[OOP: Aaaand mun has to split for a few hours for foods and job interview. BBL!]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstarirs, looking very happy and relaxed.

Gil must be somewhere about, working as always, so Asar-Suti gets himself coffee, fetches some paradoxes from the bar, and settles down by the fireplace and the trilobite tank.

Esk has obviously already been and fed them, so he has his breakfast and starts reading, waking up properly.

When he looks around, he sees some people that he knows, so he decides that he'll get up and make a round later, when there's enough coffee in his system.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren. Seat near the back. (Carefully) Gutting the hell out of something that looks like it was once an air conditioning unit.

(no subject)

[white_flowers]

The woman in white comes downstairs once more. She is carrying bright silver needles, but no knitting. (It appears the black sweater is finished.) This is quickly remedied, however, with a stop at the bar, which produces a bright blue skein of yarn.

With a quick wary glance at a certain patron, Blodwen goes to a distant corner table, where she casts on and begins to knit again, smiling to herself as she works.

(no subject)

[colour_girl]

*Iris comes into the bar. Without wings. She takes a few hesitant steps, trying to get used to it.*

(no subject)

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

Lady Death enters. She floats over to the bar with a sheathed sword in hand, and orders a glass of mead. She smiles her thanks and looks around at the other patrons in the bar.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil had a 'lie-in' this morning - not something he commonly does and Ratty is now trying to convince him that an extra hour in bed doesn't mean he has to work twice as hard to make up. Gil is sort-of convinced but is feeling so energetic that whizzing round the kitchen is actually fun.

After a bit though he calms down, makes himself coffee and goes out to write up the specials on the blackboard:

Dear Customers of Milliways,

Tonight my pin and I have decided to be Mexican night and we are happy to offer the following specials [in addition to the usual menu]:

Beef Fajitas

Carne Adovada

Spicy Mushroom Tamales

I hope you enjoy them.

Then he takes his tray of baskets and bowls and begins to make his rounds.

(no subject)

[greebo-the-cat.livejournal.com]

There is a cat in the bar. You'll recognise it as a cat if you can see past the scar tissue. There has only ever been one civilising influence upon this cat, and she was a drunken, batty old witch called Nanny Ogg; that alone should tell you all you need to know about the character of this beast.
He's also hungry, and just might resort to waitrats if he's not fed soon.

Miaroooooooaaaaaaaawwwwwwwww!

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine comes into the bar. She is dressed in black breeches and a linen shirt, and her hair has been braided and bound so that it is out of her way. She is carrying a large battered practice sword.

She gets her traditional meal of bread, stew and beer and sits at a table.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon. He's dressed up, today. In his very best, with his sword firmly fastened to his hip and with a pair of black gloves (embroidered in green) held in one hand.

Arithon is actually looking for people. One Indiana Jones, and one "Archie". He's not quite sure how he'll identify the second, but he intends to somehow.


Rauven skyshia s'kyr'i'on Svava.

(no subject)

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat is in the bar. He just thought you should know.

(no subject)

[senseandreason.livejournal.com]

Very briefly, a pale face appears in the doorway of the bar, before ducking back again. After a moment, the muzzle of a gun appears, and Ichabod edges into the bar behind it.

The gun might possibly be shaking, slightly.

(no subject)

[smallestopener]

Pre-Milliways entry

*Ingress bounds into the bar from the House of Arch painting. She is wearing one of her new dresses that Tom and Door brought her back from New York, complete with matching purse. She also carries a pink carrying case. It is full of stickers, her latest passion, also brought back from New York.

She doesn't see Bernard, so she goes to the bar and orders a chocolate shake on her own. She opens the carrying case, and begins sorting the sparkly, shiny rolls and stacks of Wizarding world stickers. Most of them seem to be moving images of unicorns and dragons.*

(no subject)

[broodinghero.livejournal.com]

Angel walks into the bar and notices Buffy. He doesn't go say hi though. He just can't. So he scribbles a note.

I'm outside if you need me.

-Angel

Of course he doesn't know there's another Angel in the bar now. He heads outside.

Placeholder

[nita_callahan]

Nita's hanging out in the bar. Woohoo.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is down in the bar. She's smiling, why? Because she's completely cleaned the room. And it makes her feel so much better. She grabs her tray, ready to get down to work.

(no subject)

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Susan enters the bar, orders a gin and tonic and sits by the observation window.

She's facing the bar, though. People watching.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David enters the bar. He doesn't see David.

And would most likely want to jump him if he did. Seems to be a common reaction to the man.

He has his head stuck in a book - a signed copy of American Gods, by all accounts. Feel free to NOT point out the other!David, please.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's in the bar. He's actually been there for a while, you just haven't noticed him. That's alright though, he didn't want to be noticed.

Where is he, you ask? He's cramed himself into a corner booth, over there by the observation windows again, watching. He looks as if he hasn't slept in days, and perhaps he hasn't. Or perhaps if he has, it's been there in that booth. In any case, he's there with a pot of tea sitting in front of him, nearly untouched and tepid.



Watching the stars die.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim hops through the door, smiling brightly. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt proclaiming "I See Druid People" He's got a sack over one shoulder, he seems to be preparing to go somewhere.*

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

Susannah, except for one rather nice night, has not really had an easy few weeks of it.

She's been fighting alongside Jake, in a place that was not quite todash darkness. Detta was with her, and, for a week, the specter of Mia.

The gun at her shoulder comforts her.

The slick new wheelchair sure doesn't hurt either.

(no subject)

[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

She walked in, looking tired, but there was something about her that hadn't really been present for quite a while. Bonnie Barstow was smiling again. Tired, smiling, satisfied - she had money in her pocket and she was sincerely thinking about throwing it around tonight in celebration.

And-- Hey, look, there was Karr! He needed to know!

So that's what direction she went in.

(no subject)

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

There is no grand entrance as there usually would be.

No; one moment the booth in the furthest left corner of the bar is empty, and the next it houses a man born and reborn of destruction. Battered boots tap a careful rhythm on the barroom floor and faded denim and chambray beneath below a grinning face.

A face guarranteed to make barroom arguments turn bloody.

Randall Flagg, beloved of none, makes his grand fucking debut.

OOC: play at your own peril, folks

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*After last night's chaos and a day spent passed out in Angel's room, a very groggy Alanna enters the bar with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She scans the room, trying to ignore her persistent headache. Spotting Elaine, she wanders over. There would be no sword lesson this evening.*

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Spike has that deck of cards he got from the bar when it was broken.

Even though things are working better now for the most part, he's still got the cards. He didn't figure that Bar would want them back. Either a reminder of a time when she was broken, or he selfishly wants to keep them. He's not saying.

At his table by the fire, he pulls out the chair for Beth, then sets the card deck down on the table. The design on the back is planets and asteroids and stars.

"Tell your fortune for you." Spike grins, sitting next to her.

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo comes into the bar, grinning. She twirls around in her new outfit, then looks for someone to talk to.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim comes downstairs.

She goes up to the bar and decides to try her luck. She can't remember any books she'd like to read. Okay, stick with the classics. "Hi, bar, can I have Great Expectations?"

Nothing happens. Hmmm, maybe it didn't realize that was a book.

"Do you have Slaughterhouse Five?"

Okay, the bar obviously doesn't want her to read right now.

"Any magazines?" she tries again. A copy of a 2002 Entertainment Weekly appears on the bar.

"Well, that's current," she mutters and the magazine disappears. Okay, the bar obviously doesn't like being criticized.

"I'm sorry. I meant thank you."

A copy of Vogue from 2000 appears.

"Thank you." Not her first choice but she doesn't want to anger the bar. She feels a little weird talking to a piece of wood but it seems to have a mind of its own.

"Can I have a burger too?" She loves being able to eat whatever she wants. Still she misses running.

Kim takes her burger and magazine to a booth. But feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

[koreandrummer.livejournal.com]

"Zack, I can hear the differences between the two cds. But, I don't think that has anything to do with him going to rehab, inbetween. no I don't..."

Lane walks into what she thinks should be Luke's. She is all decked out with cd walkman (some people just can't afford an iPod) and backpack. She has a stocking cap and jean jacket on, She is wearing a Ramones tshirt. It's vintage and pretty. She looks around and notices where she is and sits at out of the way table.

"I guess, I'll just do some listening research on my own."

She sits down at the table, turns on her walkman and is once again listening more to the music than anything else.

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

*Merriman enters the bar, his clothing slightly more formal than usual -- the stark black-and-white of sub-fusc underneath a rather less rumpled gown, together with the scarlet hood traditionally worn by dons. But he has a newspaper in hand, and he merely collects a glass of Côtes-du-Rhône from the bar and takes it to a nearby table.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val bounces into the bar, plunking down on a bar stool, and picking up her tray. A couple seconds later, two things appear on the bar. First, a plate with a jalapeno pepper appears, followed quickly by a glass of lemonade. Val staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares at Bar for a moment, then cracks up laughing hysterically. "Ok, Bar? Why that now? What is it about tonight? Is it an anniversary that I missed or something?" Bar replies by producing Val's mug of tea. "Whatever, then, Bar. You're just silly tonight." Val picks up the tea, regarding the sentient furniture a bit warily, still laughing to herself.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones drifts downstairs. He seems relaxed enough as he orders some fajitas and an iced tea. He doesn't bother looking round much as he settles in at a central table, unaware of anyone who may be seeking him. Perhaps he looks a little more distant than usual, but he's just your typical quiet, mysterious adventurer eating some Mexican really.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

*Zedd as his usual habbit, appears from the middle of a group of people. They don't seem to notice him until after he is past, and they still don't really think anything of it. He orders a pot of tea and a plater of cheese as he find a table to munch at. Idly making random magical symbles with a ball of fire.*

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack is in a better mood by early evening, and quickly dresses for his date with Audrey in the dress shirt and pants he'd worn to work the day he'd arrived in Milliways. For a moment he debates wearing the tie, but decides he's not going to wear it if he doesn't have to.

Walking down to the bar, he takes a seat, waiting for Audrey to arrive.

[ooc: This is for part of the Sleeping Pills plotline.]

(no subject)

[shadowmen.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She is in a good mood.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is at a table tonight. Eddie told him about an interesting book a few weeks ago. So now he's sitting at the table with a carafe of coffee and a one-volume edition of The Lord of the Rings.

So far it's just a bunch of Slow Mutants idling around the countryside. Roland would have lost patience by now if the descriptions of the Shire didn't remind him of Gilead.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Camels. Tequila. Sketchbook.

Bernard's at his table.*

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is here.

I posted this in a hurry? Whatever do you mean?

(no subject)

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

Logan ambles down the stairs from his room with a look like he's on the 3rd day of a 2-day nap. His hair is as unkempt as it ever was, with little dreads beginning to form in the back. He's in boots and dirty jeans, but his T-shirt seems almost too new. He figits with it a bit as he heads to a vacant section of the bar, finally pulling his dogtag chain tot he outside of the shirt before settling down to a barstool.
"What are the odds of gettin' a Denver Omlette?" he says half-aloud in the general direction of the back of the bar. He knows how this thing works, but he's never ordered more than beer before.

(no subject)

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam heads down into the bar, looking cheerful as ever.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM: "They're coming."]

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

[OOC: Just after this.]

The door opens, and Simon Tam stumbles through, pulling River behind him. They're both panting as if they've been running hard; Simon scans the room, looking as if he's holding down panic by pure willpower. River's hand is clasped in his, and her free hand is clutched to her chest. Her face is twisted with fear, streaked with tears, and she is muttering to no one, eyes darting wildly about the room.

(no subject)

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel's in the bar, still completely oblivious to Jack's presence. How fun!

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan comes downstairs and heads for a booth.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith jogs in from outdoors, and good gracious, her hair is in...pigtails? Yep, pigtails, just like in the icon. Pulling them is probably a bad idea.

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

He walks out of the kitchens to, gasp, socialize. He sits at the bar, orders an ale, and relaxes with one hand leaning lazily on his staff.

Careful, Po, you keep this up and you might end up with friends. And then what would you do?