(no subject)

[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie walks in. And sees Tonks. Who looks happy. With Bernard.

He takes a moment, just watching.

And then he goes to the bar and orders his first cider*

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

*Zedd walks down from the stairs, going to the bar to get a rather large meal*

[ooc: the mun can't think of anything better to put up that wouldn't be even more of what he usual puts on here]

(no subject)

[do-the-job.livejournal.com]

*Billy's in the bar. He seems to be eating something he probaly got from the bar. It's really is good food. A wonderful cut of chicken that's been marinated in something nice and lemony and then sauted in something milky. It came with spicy pan fried potatoes, which really were a nice compliment to the chicken if you enjoyed really spicy things. Any ways, he's at the bar, eating this food with a beer.*

(no subject)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

I think Hyde's here because he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore.

He's at the bar, in his favorite Led Zep shirt, looking kinda on the passed out side, with his cheek smushed up against the wood.

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

Enter Amadeo.

Heavy metal Band Tee: check.

Leather trousers: check.

Eye liner: check.

Short, black hair: check.

Sucking a blood lolly: check.

Richard: assessing building. Target sighted.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

Enter David.

Most Unimaginative Entrance Post Ever: check.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM: Eddie and Susannah

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims in the bar. His hands ar on his hips and he's watching. Always watchful is our Tim. Watching for what.... well, you never know.*

Out by the lake...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine strolls out to the lake, dressed for practice. It's still fairly chilly outside, but she's carrying her cloak, it only gets in the way when she's working with the sword.

She's been practicing in her room in front of her mirror so far, but she's tired of moving or hitting furniture, so she's out here to practice.

Her movements start slow, but get faster as her muscles warm to the exercise, and she no longer feels the cold.

If one were to watch, they would notice that she is definitely a beginner, but well-schooled. Her form is decent and her movements are accurate, though sometimes they go a bit askew, at which time she will correct herself.





[OOC: Mun will be here for the next 45 minutes--then will be gone till approximately 3pm Eastern.] I'm baaack!

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

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

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes downstairs, carrying her baby. Seth is wrapped in a blanket, his little baby head poking out the top. She is still moving slowly, but feels much better today than she has all week.

She eats at the bar and then finds a chair by the fire where it's warm.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk enters the bar and orders a ale from the Bar before heading over to feed the trilobites.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

And there's a Liam in the bar again.

Come talk to him!

(no subject)

[darkly-romantic.livejournal.com]

There is a Louis in the bar. He looks very pleased to be there. One might even say cozy as he sips coffee and writes in a notebook. And look! He's not wearing a suit today!

(no subject)

[lukes-diner.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a largish man enters, flannel shirt on his back, baseball cap on his head, notepad in his hand. "I'll get it, Cesar," he calls over his shoulder and then stops short.

This is not his stockroom.

He tucks the pen behind his ear and puts the notepad in his pocket, and looks around for someone to explain why there's a bar in his diner.

Milliways, meet Luke Danes.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

[Pre-today in Milliways.]

Since even Milliways coffee wears off after a while, Ray realized last night that he had to find somewhere to sleep, regardless of whether or not he planned to try and go home any time soon. He's had a decent night's rest, a shower, and a change of clothes- he's wearing civvies now; the suit's been stashed in the cloakroom along with his proton pack.

He's acquired a new notebook, a significantly larger one, and has developed enough common sense to get himself a proper breakfast before he starts socking back the stimulants.

This isn't going to do him much good, of course, but at least he's making the effort.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's in the bar with coffee, a bagel, and his London Times. Usual table.*

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew, breakfast. Breakfast, Andrew.*

*Oh, I see you've already met.*

(no subject)

[fukkin-pikey.livejournal.com]

Mickey is starting his day off right: a Guinness and a bowl of Cheerios mixed with baby carrots.

He is, surprisingly enough, a morning person today. He's whistling. There's whistlage here. Wtf.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

(no subject)

[koreandrummer.livejournal.com]

Lane walks in through the front door, it was Luke's front door and now it is Milliways. But there is a Luke. This isn't right.

(no subject)

[beautifulharper.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways: Tye

Out of Milliways: Kellin


[ooc: Warning for violence and torture]

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex is in the bar, with a book. He looks inordinately cheerful.

Spooky, no? He is like a Stepford Wife, only male.

(no subject)

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

Lestat comes into the bar from New Orleans. He's stopping in here before going out to find Armand and Richard's wedding 'present,' and he could really use a drink; there's a long flight ahead.

[ooc: Mun is here all afternoon GMT, (about three to four hours) and needs entertainment. I need entertainment very badly. Will happily bring in Jack O'Neill if anyone (Daniel?) wishes to talk to him, or even Greebo, if anyone wishes to be mauled, just leave an OOC comment.]

Mun is going home from school. Back soon. Probably.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar, seated at a table with her feet up. She is sharpening her favorite knife. Very menacing, very 'Don't mess with me'.

It's all a front. Come talk to her!

Out of Milliways: New York City (1996)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Mike and Indy's quest to bring Raph home )

( A pleasant surprise in Room 134 )

( A note for Bigby )

(no subject)

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel is in the bar, unshaven as per his shiny new icon. He's reading again. Obscure French literature now. Hey, why not?

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Letter to Aziraphael]

(no subject)

[mnt_mike]

Mike comes down the stairs yawning all the way. He spent last night fetching his brother from certain personal destruction, and most of the early morning, cleaning the bastard up and making sure he didn't die in his sleep. Mike doesn't want to know what lurks behind Raph's closed eyes, watching him sleep fitfully is enough for him, thanks.

He waits until the latest dreaming cycle ends, before heading out for some food. Leaping onto an empty barstool he places his order.

"Eggs overeasy, waffles crispy, coffee double strength, bowl of plain cream of wheat,...make that two cups of coffee. Oh, and to go please."

After a few moments the food appears on an easy to carry tray.
Before preparing to carry the tray up the stairs, he takes a moment and downs a large gulp of coffee. The heat is a welcome sensation.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy sits by the fireplace, quietly reading manga. The cover says "ベルサイユの薔薇." Nearby, Chuchu is poking the fire with a spoon.*

[ETA: The title is not actually Box Box Box Box, though that would be a charming title. If you see boxes, you merely lack Japanese text support. Nor does it say ????? or %^$$@@!.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony enters the bar and orders a glass of orange juice and a bowl of mixed nuts. He's got a new book to read: Fahrenheit 451. He finds a chair by the fireplace and begins to read

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Post...


Elaine comes downstairs, her copy of The Divine Comedy in hand. She looks rather differently dressed today than she normally does.

She gets her beer and normal meal and sits at a table. The air is a bit chilly on her ankles.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Enter the Valkyrie from the back door, at this time. Dusting some snow off her clothes, and laughing.

Edielwiess has also followed in. The calico is not so much amused with the snow on her tri-colored fur.

De-snowed, they both make their way over to the bar.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways entry - Door's birthday

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

Charlie's question the other night has been weighing on Bill's mind: why is he stuck here? His pet theory really is that it's the safest place, and that he's kept here both for his own good and the good of others.

Because really: who knows what was done to him during those three months? He could have been implanted with subliminal suggestions to kill his friends or family, although he doubts it. Still, it's a possibility.

He needs to find someone who can help him rule out that possibility.

But not tonight: he takes a table far from the general chaos and works on his Arithmancy, and studies his maps of Egypt. From time to time he makes a notation on one of the maps, then always, always returns to the calculations.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Still sitting at his table, Bernard looks up in surprise when Hestia comes back with a reply for him. He scribbles out a note on an extra piece of paper he has in his pocket.*

Crowley,

Oh, Jesus.

Just.

It's gotta be exceptional. So. I kind of expect to regret it on some level.

Fearfully,
Bernard

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Her new pet is a cute thing, Susan thinks, but surely it must need to eat something besides peanuts.

And so she comes downstairs, carrying it carefully, on her way to the bar in search of food suitable for a four-inch-tall elephant.

(no subject)

[dead-boddy.livejournal.com]

Mr. Boddy has been around a while. No one's noticed him because, unlike the 'average' patron of Milliways, he's, well, average.

He's nursing a brandy and watching and listening. His fake aligator-skin case is between his feet under the table.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 6)

She glides downstairs.

(no subject)

[wesknowsbetter.livejournal.com]

Wes is at the bar again, having apparently finished that very important task for Mr. Boyd.

All the windows in Boyd's house are now closed.

Wes looks pleased with himself.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam, at a moment when he's not talking to anyone and a little bored, wanders over to the piano. He hasn't touched one in quite some time, but they say you never forget, right?

He starts to play, tentatively, singing quietly to himself at the same time.

(no subject)

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

Looking slightly sleepy, Jack wonders downstairs from the room he has been sharing with Daniel. After shooting Bar when aiming for his double, MacGyver, she refused to serve him, or give him a room, and Jack ended up sleeping in Daniel's bed. Room. Bedroom. On the floor. Yes.
He is wearing a black t-shirt and shorts - he was in camos when he arrived in the bar, so he's borrowed what he can.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is still in the bar. She's put the sharp objects away now. Come chat, it's safe.

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

[ooc: A little milli-timing going on... Connor left Faith a ( note )

; returned to NYC to get a new refrigerator - considering Faith ripped the door off the current one.]



And now - Connor returns to Milliways via his loft elevator, just like every other time.

In case you missed that --- there is a Connor MacLeod in the bar, at the bar, happily drinking his most recent glass of *gasp* Glenmorangie *gasp*.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole walks down the stairs cautiously, his head turning back and forth. It's obvious he's looking for something or someone. (Maybe it's you!)

He walks over to the bar, sits, and rests his arms on the countertop. "Bar, I was wondering if you might have something I could listen to music on." The Bar happily provides two items. An old Turntable record, and an iPod. Cole looks at both. "Um. How about a CD player?" The two other objects disappear to be replaced by a discman. "Thanks, Bar. And while you're at it, any Music you care to reccommend?" A CD of t.A.T.u appears. Cole looks at it apprehensively, then pockets it and moves off to a booth.

(no subject)

[800-lb-kitty.livejournal.com]

Kaelas once again appears at the doorway. Apparently the Lady's room is now a semi-permanent portal here. He'll have to ask Ladvarian to talk to Saetan about that later. Maybe Daemon has something to do with it. But since he's here, he might as well watch the Humans. He jumps back up to the Rafters.

The Bride of Happy Hour

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

( Preparation... )

He steps behind the bar, unstrapping his guns (two of them today) and hiding them under the bar, tying on an apron. The usual carefree and half-cocky grin is in place; his movements are deft and sure.

It's happy hour. Let's get happy. "Specials tonight on Long Island Iced Tea, Cosmopolitan, Manhatten, Brooklyn Zoo, Bronx Cocktail and anything else that fits the theme. Your humble servant is in a New York State of mind, cats and kittens."

(no subject)

[rogue-wraith.livejournal.com]

The doors to the Bar open quickly, and a man in a flight suit steps through, his head turned down staring at a datapad in his hand. Behind him can be seen long corridor that looks rather blase and ugly, more functional than aesthetic. The man gets a puzzled look on his face. "When did they change the floors in Down Time?" He looks up, and his mind tries to reconcile the bar he should be at with the one he is obviously in.

"Wes, Hobbie, this better not be one of your jokes..."

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs, stretching. There's ink on his nose again. Has the musician been composing? The answer would be yes.

He sits at the piano and cracks his neck. His fingers pound the keys.
( you and I in a little toy shop )

That feels good.

Charlie's All Request Night is open.

Presence post

[md_donighal]

Did the man in the gray suit leave and come back? Or has he been here all this time and you just didn't notice?

Whatever the case, he's here now. Go on, talk to him. (Unless you're Homestar. Then you should stay out of the way and give someone else a chance.)

(no subject)

[ex-last-scion.livejournal.com]

It's been a really long day at work. A stack of paperwork had been processed incorrectly and had to be redone, and the protesters egged her car at lunch. She closed her eyes and twisted the doorknob to her apartment building and hoped that it would lead somewhere else.

It did.

She sat down at a table and ordered some juice from a waitrat. She was beginning to get the hang of this place.

(no subject)

[red_notebooks]

[OOM: Jarod is in the middle of his latest 'Pretend'...]

A man in black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, black shoes and wearing a gold chain, gold rings and a gold watch enters the bar. He walks with a limp, has about a day's worth of beard, dark hair, brown eyes. He actually probably looks rather menacing, given his demeanor and carriage.

He probably also looks just a bit confused.

(no subject)

[youreweird.livejournal.com]

Gretchen wanders downstairs and flops down on the rug in front of the fireplace.

(no subject)

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard hangs up his apron, gets supper from the kitchen, and sits down in a booth.

(no subject)

[jjmallory.livejournal.com]

He is settled in at one end of the bar, hunched over a bottle of bourbon. Eyes shaded by the brim of a fedora, and smiling. He's getting used this.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tims in bar! He's looking for his boss...Er, Bernard, not Bigby. Cause he has an idea that is NOT creepy. Hopefully. But Tim'll talk to anyone,as usual.*

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean paced slowly down the stairs. He looked better rested than the night before. With harp in hand, he traveled to the bar, and leaned his back against it. Without a word, he began to play a sad ballad on his harp.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

*Zedd walks down from his room, only getting a pot of tea and a small pile of mashed potatos to eat. He wonders over to a table and sits down in deep thought*



[ooc: not trying to discourage people from talking to him, he just has something bothering him and talking would get his mind off of it most likely, but you never know.]

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at the bar, restlessly drumming her fingers against her thigh. Despite the apparent new trend in Tortallan fashion, she is not wearing a tutu.*

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke is loitering at the bar with a glass of lemonade. Until Mythbusters comes on in 2 hours. Because his mun is a big dork.

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polly...
Fireplace...
Chair...
Book.
End of story*

(no subject)

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin sits at a table, sketching. Occasionally he crumples up the piece of paper he is working on and starts anew.

(OOC: Mun is v. v. sleep-deprived. If I abruptly die on you, this is why.)

(no subject)

[the-player.livejournal.com]

OOM

The door flies open and a woman hurls herself through. She is dressed simply in riding leathers and has a pair of saddlebags over one shoulder. She is sweating and out of breath.

She stops a few feet into the bar and looks around.

Oh well any port in a storm.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar with Millie and Wade, trying to keep a closer eye on them tonight. She's carrying Millie, in human form. They retrieve dinner from Bar and head for the usual booth*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Out of Milliways, last night.]

Roland is sitting at a corner table. He has a book open in front of him. Whether or not he's actually reading it is debatable.

The dullness is out of his expression.

He's doing better.

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

George wanders out of the staff quarters, a number of rolled up scrolls tucked absentmindedly under one arm. He pauses by the bar and considers ordering something to eat. After a few moments deliberation, he decides that he isn't hungry after all. He simply orders a glass of wine, which he takes to an empty table.

He opens one of the scrolls, and begins reading the contents. Well, attempting to read them. He's restless tonight, and can't really concentrate.




[[ooc: bored and restless. Feel free to say hi.]]

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe is at the bar, with a glass of whiskey, but he didn't keep the bottle, which is a good sign. He is slowly sipping.

He looks thoughtful and a touch grim.

In other words, par for the Joe course, really.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack has a tough choice.

He wants to read. Fine. Not a problem. He'd also like a drink. Also not a problem, as the bar is just downstairs.

Except he's not about to go wandering around the bar with a copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hand. Not only that, (and he's not quite sure how he knows this) he has a pretty good idea that the bar will know whether he's actually finished the book yet, and isn't likely to give him another until he does. And he's definitely not finished yet.

The drink wins out. Besides, he's in a good mood, and could use a little conversation tonight. Shoving the book under his bed, he walks down to the bar and takes a seat.

"A beer, please." And for once, she actually gives him exactly what he asked for. He's mindful of this, and thanks her, before taking a sip of his beer and glancing around the room.

[ooc: Going to go watch Jon Stewart--be back in a half hour. Back! ]

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael's in the bar, by the Bar, drinking a bar an Atomic Cat. His violin is beside him, should he decide to play with for someone tonight.*

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

Four days. Sleeping, waking, wandering the bar. Meeting people. Bizarre snatches of conversation. Unexpected offers of kindness and help on every hand, it seems.

Four days, and no word from Serenity.

Simon Tam comes down the stairs, leading his sister by the hand. His eyes go to the front door and away, and keep darting back there.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

Beth sits at a table near the piano, listening. She's in the process of building a precarious house out of a deck of cards.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar through the front door, snowflakes in her hair and ballet slippers in hand. Once she enters the main bar, she promptly sits down at the first table she sees, takes off her boots - yes, she's finally invested in a pair - and puts the ballet slippers back on her feet. The boots, of course, go in the tutu.*

From Terror Mountain

[volcanofaerie.livejournal.com]

The door opens to Taelia's place. The first person to step through, however, is not wearing the distinctive pale blue of the Snow Faerie. Instead its a long red coat, framing a red-headed, orange eyed (definately not Taelia) Faerie. With firy wings instead of feathery ones.

She looks at the bar, then back at Taelia (now walking in).

"Daaaamn."

A pause, then a squeal of joy;

"No censor! The motherfucking son of a bitch no good censor is gone! T, I swear, I'll install a jacuzzi for you if you get me a closer to home way of getting here!"

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel comes downstairs, gets something to eat from the bar, and heads for a table, which he proceeds to start tapping on with the fingers of one hand. (There's a reason he didn't stay at the bar; drumming on sentient furniture doesn't strike him as the smartest idea.)
Ladies, gentlemen, and other assorted beings, we have a serious case of table percussion.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

No one's seen Ray since about breakfast time, except for a few moments when he's emerged from some shadow or other to buy something else at the bar- food, coffee, notebooks, things like that. The Observation Window's been the focus of most of his attention. Otherwise, he's been taking readings around the bar in general and scribbling quite a lot to himself as he watched.

He seems to have worked those urges out of his system now, though. The stack of notebooks has been set aside in favor of dinner and beer. And maybe conversation, if anyone comes by to talk to a guy in his civvies.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val runs into the bar from the lake. Yes, literally runs. She grabs her tray and plunks down on a stool, sweating and panting. For anyone who cares, she's wearing a T-shirt that proclaims participation in the 'Uraha 5-K bi-annual run for depression awareness', and some almost rather short green shorts. Val's on duty! Late, but on duty.