(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's in the bar. Maybe he's been there the whole time and you didn't notice. He's stealthy like that.*

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel walks into the bar, folded newspaper in hand, concentrating on the crossword. He's chewing absentmindedly on a biro*

(no subject)

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

Of all the places she could have ended up, Romana is glad it's Miliways. She orders a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster and looks around for lively conversation.

(no subject)

[mnt_mike]

Mike bounds down the stairs^* with only slightly less than his usual vigor. Sure he's still draped in a fleecy blanket, but this time it's tied around his neck like a cape. He's no so much under the weather, as slightly to the left of it....and it shows.

The jaunty run skids to a halt just before reaching the bar.

"I beg thee, fair Mistress Bar, some foodstuff that be not rendered from that fine fowl, the chicken. I am at thy command."

He bows low to her. When he stands there's a large chocolate milkshake before him, complete with a little paper cup holding two Lactaid tablets.

"SCORE!"

^*again, worst ninja ever

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley wanders into the bar, windswept and grinning. He's as close to glowing as it's possible to get without it being literal, and moving in that lazy, loose-limbed way that says 'I've spent an obscene portion of the day in bed'.

Also, he's currently sporting a huge pair of proud, black wings.

Right now, life is pretty good*

(no subject)

[tigatron.livejournal.com]

It's been a while since Tigatron has entered the bar.

Though he's Bound to it (at least until the aliens who captured him and Airazor take him to their world or return him to his), he prefers to spend his time outside, roaming the areas surrounding it, getting to know the general geography as best he can.

But after Airazor's not inconsiderable insistance that he has to come inside some time, Tigatron has *ahem* steeled himself up for a night inside.

Who knows? Maybe there'll be someone he recognises from his own world or a sentient animal he can talk to inside.

(no subject)

[fongable.livejournal.com]

No Naked in the Bar.

It's one of the fundamental rules.

Unfortunately, no one's told Chaucer.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Avoiding sleep.]

Jack's at the bar, and he's definitely had a little overmuch to drink. He's also looking pretty morose, his head down, as he doesn't really want to see anyone else in the bar; and especially doesn't want certain people to see him.

[ooc: Kim only, please; 'cause trust me, other people talking to Jack at the moment? Not a good idea.]

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*Theres a pop and the bar is up one witch. She looks around relieved to be back and heads for the bar. Come and say 'Hi'. Or not. Whatever floats your boat.*

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim comes downstairs, intending to get some tea. She's regretting that drinking now.

As she turns to go she sees someone drinking alone.

A very familiar looking someone.

She heads over.

(no subject)

[stbethadettes]

The usual bar noise almost seems quiet tonight. No piano or harp, no quakes or explosions.

Beth's fingertips tap lightly against the bar. She's a little bit restless.

(no subject)

[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus makes his way down the stairs, looking very cheerful.

At least for the moment.

1862 - Union Medic...still here

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Since Nick is still upstairs schmooping with Alex, it's no wonder that Union Officer Nicholas Ritter is still there, sitting at a table sipping from a goblet handed to him by a friendly, if slightly confused, rat, staring angrily at the door.

(no subject)

[tallentless.livejournal.com]

*Billy's in the bar, 'cos he's a glutton for punishment.

No, really*

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

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

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Friday night]





Warning for wingsmut.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith. Piano. 'Moonlight Sonata'. Jack Daniels. Insert + signs where necessary.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry enters, wearing reporduction jersey of thta worn by his favorite ballpayer as a kid, the speedy Maury Wills. He's in a Barry mood today - if you ask him his name, he night not say Flash for once.

Asking the bar to "surprise him," he gets a cup of good decaf, a large bagel with a lot of cream cheese, and a copy of a 1977 Daily Planet crossword puzzle. He sits with the puzzle, happy to have something easy to puzzle out.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs with Faith's knife and one of Miguel's guns tucked in his waistband. Bartleby's sweatshirt covers them both completely, so it's probably just his expression that's making the waitrats take wide detours around him.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara has finished her morning (evening) routine. She's on vacation, but she still wants to keep the same schedule as her shift. Steeling herself, she walks to her front door.

"I want to go to Milliways." Who knows, maybe whatever tear in the fabric of time/space/plausibility will listen.

She walks through, and sure enough, is in the bar. She blinks. "It was that easy?"

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at an out of the way table nursing a large cup of coffee. She has the slightly haggard look of someone who is either working too hard or just not sleeping enough. However, she seems content.*

(no subject)

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

The wonderful thing about Wolf
Is Wolf is a wonderful thing.
His top is made out of rubber,
his bottom is made out of springs (and a tail).
He's bouncy
trouncy
flouncy
pouncy
fun fun fun funfun,
but the most wonderful thing about Wolf
is he's the only one.
He's the only one.
Grr.

(Okay, okay. So he's not the only wolf. But he's the only Wolf. *grin*)

And he's in the bar. Again. Spotting

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*The great black metal shell is still there. The line of energy still connects it to the door. But as one watches, the line begins to fade, the energy retreating back to the saftey of the shell. Little red cracks appear in the metal, almost seeming to glow from within, spiderwebbing across the surfac eof the sphere, until there is little black left, mostly red.... and then it shatters, fading to the ground, evaporating as it touches the floor. Whats left is a table, some chairs....and Tim. He doesn't look good. His hair is unwashed, his face unshaven. His black clothes hang loosely from his frame, even worse then normal. He hasn't eaten since he started this, and his magic has been drawing directly from him. The boy is exhausted. one doesn't even need to see his eyes behind dark sunglasses to know he's tired. But he did it. He contacted Ace. And thats what matters, right? Not this silly health thing.*

(no subject)

[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Snow and Bigby enter the bar from the House of Arch, along with their children. They settle down into the usual booth.*

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony's in the bar, but what else is new?

[ ooc: I'll be afk starting around 2:15 or so; will be back in two hours. I hope. :\ ]

(no subject)

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

Jack's INNA BOX in the bar. His clothes are still slightly dusty from helping Asar-Suti out with the building work, and, having done something constructive around the place, he's not feeling at quite such a loose end.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: OOM. Warning for violence and DOOM.]

The front door opens, revealing moist jungle air and the scent of the sea, letting in Charlie, Liam, Faith and Sawyer.

Charlie looks . . . like a paler, greener, rawer, numb-er version of Charlie.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Clad in a plaid button-down shirt and slacks, a familiar figure glances through the unfeasible pile of Sunday supplements that someone has left on the bar. Nearby is a dwindling pint of Kronenbourg 1664.

A unplanned side effect of having a plush self-contained suite is that one finds oneself spending a lot more time enjoying it—almost to the point of reclusiveness.

You might have seen Indy picking up supplies and sundries from the bar over the past few weeks, but he would be the first to admit that he hasn't been very sociable. And with two hundred channels of modern cable TV to explore, a wealth of DVDs and CDs, and a damn fine chef for a roommate, who could blame him? Naturally he has spent a few nights in Stars Hollow, but his bar stool has been sadly neglected for the most part.

However, the novelty of self-catering is wearing off now, and Indy hunches over the bar, casually forking pieces of Denver omelette into his mouth as he reads. Eggs marks the spot?

(no subject)

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Even if you've been here a while, you probably didn't see Lucifer. He didn't want you to.

But he's bored enough now to be seen, so you might catch him out of the corner of your eye, sitting with his bare feet propped up on a table and with a half-empty bottle of something red beside them.

Bored, bored, bored.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs from the guest quarters, where he spent the night, and makes for the bar.

His expression is grim and determined. He's waiting.

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon walks into the bar, muttering words about stupid, stupid girls. He seems to have a prominent slap mark on his cheek.

(no subject)

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing and Beowulf walk into a bar...

and that wouldn't even come close to making a good opening line for a joke, so, I'm not gonna try.

They're just in the bar. Van Helsing still isn't walking all that fast anyway - at least he doesn't have to put a death grip on chairs to move anymore. And he's actually walking instead of 'shuffling'. He's doing well.

Beowulf is bouncing around like a bouncing thing and Van Helsing waves for him to wander on outside, because *he* is certainly not going out there.

Instead he acquires a beverage and finds a nearby table to take up residence. Beowulf will come back after a while anyway.

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Dawn makes her way downstairs. It's lunch time-ish and she needs to get food.

Or, at least pizza and a milkshake.

She is *not* singing the 'Anchovies' song, however... because that would be weird.


Anchovies, anchovies
you're so delicious.
I love you more
than all the other fishes.*




*we blame Jane Espenson, yes we do

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: My, but Ace keeps busy.)

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

The Prince has risen, from the Prophet's demise. Hawkins, armed with the Anointed Dagger and having recieved his Boon, entered the Bar.

He glanced about. Not only did he not intend to be here, Scudder sure as hell isn't anywhere nearby. He remained standing rather than sit at his usual place and almost attempted to open the door but decided he needed a short break.

He sat down at his usual table.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs, looking relatively cheerful, a maroon scarf tied around her wrist. The effect is quite pretty.*

(no subject)

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Once again, there is Dream.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways entry - Tom, Ingress, and Gavroche go to Paris

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

It's apparently Sunday, judging by that bagel Barry had for breakfast. And it's been a long, lazy Sunday of the sort that requires reading a novel and taking it easy.

But by late afternoon, Barry is antsy. Not Flash-type antsy, but certainly looking to talk with people - or demons or aliens as the case might be. He's in the bar, in civvies, and nursing a large cold caffeine-free Zesti Cola, a half-finished crossword puzzle at his side.

(no subject)

[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

The click of high-heeled shoes as someone walks across the floor is unmistakeable, even if slightly muffled by the shifting-fabric sound of long skirts.

A moment later, the someone, with dark curls and wearing a beautiful dark red dress (the height of Parisian fashion in its day, at that), is lounging in a booth, impeccably made-up, wearing pearls, and smoking a cigarette.

It's been quite some time since this particular patron has been seen in the bar.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole's back downstairs again, notebook in hand. He's looking for wizards, witches, and witches-to-be. And a muse would be cool too.

Of course, if anyone else were to talk to him, he'd love to chat.

Finding Ethan

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

He's nervous. They're all nervous.

It's a man-hunt. That's what it is. They all know it. They go to find him, to bring him back, to keep everyone else safe.

But something about it... it smells wrong. There's fear in the air, and a feral sort of hunger as Charlie approaches the door. The smell that reminds David of time spent running around jungles in his youth.

He swallows as Charlie's hand rests on the doorknob and he looks back at the others. Faith standing strong and ready, Liam ready to protect Charlie no matter the cost, Sawyer with the gun hidden below his sweater, and he himself waiting.

So when Charlie throws open the door and David smells his jungle for the first time, he knows he can't go.

The sun is high in the sky, beams breaking the trees randomly where the foliage allows it, and the heat and the smell, and David sways and sits down heavily.

"Here we go," Charlie says before he looks back again and sees David sitting.

"Here you go," David replies quietly, eyes fighting to stay open against the harsh glare of daylight.

The others stay where they are, and David just waves at them.

"Bring him back. Bring him back here, and make sure nothing happens to Charlie. Not again."

I'm sorry, he says to Charlie, skin shivering in a bloodsweat.

"Now go."

Charlie knows better than to argue. He holds the door open as Liam, then Sawyer, then Faith step through the door.

And then Charlie.

Take care.

And the door closes behind them.

(no subject)

[gemedet-loved.livejournal.com]

Aitrus makes his way down from the upstairs, his guild cloak rustling faintly on the steps. He's carrying two notebooks today. One green, and the other red. He is seen most often writing in the red one, but ever so occasionally he will turn to the green and make a quick note.

(no subject)

[treading_dawn]

Aslan is out by the lake at the edge of a copse of trees. He stretches, pulling at the earth with his massive paws and arching his back a good dozen feet in the air. With a satisfied smack, he very lion-like pads down to the lake.
As he lowers his head to the cool, dark water, he notices the evening lights slowly coming up in teh bar and it's eaves. The sounds inside of the conversations and a bit of background music make him smile a bit, his golden breath falling from his mouth to roll across the surface of the lake before twinkling out.

Then He stops. There is something alive in the lake. A faint, faraway voice popping free of the gentle waves lapping the shore.

Aslan paws the water, gingerly, somewhat confused.

"MMMmrrrrrrrmmmrrrrrrrrr."

Without taking the intended drink, he turns back to the copse, disappearing into the near-dark of the canopy of trees.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Enter the Valkyrie, in a different blue dress. Blame the wardrobe. Asymmetrical neckline, split skirt, and matching leggings underneath, the color does match her eyes. There's a broach that used to be a cloak clasp, pinned to one shousder, featuring a stylized horse and wolf.

There's also a belt and seax sword added to it all, and Svava's followed by a calico cat, as always.



Cry your pardon, the mun is feeling a bit creative tonight.

(no subject)

[itsajar.livejournal.com]

.









*blink*













.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In Snow and Bigby's rooms. Set on the 7th. Caution, there is smut.]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walked slowly down the stairs with his harp in hand. He seemed to have a lot on his mind. Leaning his back against the bar, he began to play. Sorrowful tunes flowed from his harp.

Behold, the return of the generic and boring entrance post. Gloomy bard has returned to duty.

(no subject)

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

Chase plants himself on a barstool and rests his forehead on the bar. "A Coke, please," he murmurs. "And a salad."

It pains him to order the salad, but if he's not going to work out, he supposes the least he can do is not eat junk.

(no subject)

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

It's time once again for the Bar's cutest (and only) Cabbit: Ryo-oh-ki!

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie, for a change, is sitting over by the fire with his ledger book and tea.


He hopes that there are no giant cats tonight.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*Once more, the air shimmers and seems to move, and Moiraine simply appears. She glances around and then goes to the bar for tea and fruit, which she takes to her usual table.*

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

Bill is at the bar, a pint of ale at his fingertips.

He looks predatory.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon.

Enter Arithon, with book from Tom's library. In Paravian. Have we noted that Tom's library is double its original size? Yes. And Arithon can read half of it. The Paravian half.

(no subject)

[justnotdone.livejournal.com]

Cimorene is at the bar. Sitting alone. With no one to talk to.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*There is a white cat that slinks smoothly down the top of the Bar. It pauses at its normal corner and settles comfortably to watch its surroundings.*

*A red glass saucer of cream appears beside it. It purrs.*

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally walks into the, large tome in hand, and the same notebook of yellow paper under her arm. She spots a nearby table and spreads out, looking geeky content.

Feel free to approach. People don't come in to bars and seriously expect to get work done. Really.

(no subject)

[chozo-raised.livejournal.com]

Samus walks in, looks around in the brief disorientation she normally experiences on entering Milliways, and then takes her usual seat at the bar.

[OOC: Ugh, have to jump off for a little unexpectedly. Should be back soon. Back now!]

(no subject)

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

All in all, Romana decides she'd much rather be here than Gallifrey. It's a fascinating place and one of the few places where not needing much sleep is of a decided advantage.

She tries to pick her next 'victim.' Although she hopes most people don't mind a friendly sort of girl (she doesn't really mind people thinking she was very young) politely smiling at them and striking up a conversation.

The young man reading a ledger and sipping tea seems like a good place to start as any.

(no subject)

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

Ryan is in the bar. He has a book, Crime and Punishment with him, but he's not really reading it yet.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is down in the bar with her tray. Her bridal magazines are back and the planning is occurring once again. She wears a happy smile and seems to be enjoying life.

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet.

Milkshake.

Bar.

But then, what else is new?

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Since the mun wasn't able to get anything done here the other day due to quite a nice RL happening or three, let's try this again.

Ray wanders into the bar from the rooms and orders a drink that turns out to be not only fizzy, but quite synthetically coloured. It's a borderline iridescent electric green. He peers at it a moment, confused, then shrugs and sits down at the nearest available table to start working something out in a nearly full notebook full of scribbles.

(no subject)

[gemedet-loved.livejournal.com]

From the barside, Aitrus quicly makes his way to the staircase. He then hurries upstairs.

A few minutes later he returns, his goggles down over his eyes and leather gloves covering his hands. His cloak parts, and around his waist is slung a belt now carrying all manner of surveying instruments. Weaving his way through the various patrons and booths, he heads towards the back door, eager to begin his experiments. He disappears into the sunlight, his hammer already in his hands to chip the first stone.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

After coming back into the bar with Charlie and company, Sawyer has made his way to the bar and halfway through a bottle of Jack Daniels.

He is a Sawyer that is deep in thought.

He is also a Sawyer with a 9 mm visibly stuck in his waistband.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd walks happily down into the bar. He is sitting at the bar idly running his fingers over his flute as his face is contorted deep in thought.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The next morning, and Jack has a wicked hangover, and a few things to discuss with Kim.]

(no subject)

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

OS in bar. Still making with the school uniform and arm bandages.

She orders her usual RAM and then some sake. Because alcohol is good for thinkin'. At least, for her.

Memnoch chases Lestat.... AROUND THE WORLD

[-memnoch.livejournal.com]

No one can stop him but G.O.D. always tries,
Young Memnoch cuts through each web of spies,
He learned the game from his Uncle James,
Now he's there to remain, Memnoch (MEMNOCH, the only one)

Look out he's comin' through,
He's gotta job to do,
While he rescues the girl chases the vampire,
Memnoch chases Lestat,
(Memnoch chases Lestat)
Around the World.

He's humming theme songs again. Goddamned blessed...

Bloody televisions and classic 1990s cartoons.

(just be glad he wasn't singing the Gummy Bears theme)

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val runs through the bar from the House of Arch, a streak of skirts and blue T-shirt: Don't Question a battleschooler, for you are bouncy, and make for good target practice. Returning, she plunks down at a table, book retrieved from her apron, reading and mating socks. Yes, in the bar. So? She'll be on duty if you want her. Just watch out for the socks.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew is sitting at a table, with a plate of mozzarella-and-meatball Hot Pockets cooling at his elbow.*

*He's making a list.*

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim's still tired from last night. She's sitting in a booth eating toast and drinking tea. Her stomach is still angry with her for the drinking.

She'll probably be friendly if you talk to her, though.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is stretched out on a couch in one corner of the bar, feet dangling over one armrest, hat tilted forward over his eyes.

He may or may not be napping.



[OOC: Mun is *gaspshock* doing actual work, so replies may be slow, but should come.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Upstairs, Charlie tells Claire about Ethan's death.]]

(no subject)

[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

OOM: Hogwarts, Wednesday night

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Chair by the fire, tonight. Smoking a cigar. Glass of whiskey.

You'd think he'd look happier.

Oh, wait. It's Roland. Never mind.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard in the bar! OMG!*

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow re-enters the bar with Wade, then heads for the usual booth*

Post-Milliways

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Sabretooth Tiger pads over to the fireplace from where he and Yrael chatted.

He lay next to the fire and closed his eyes, thinking back to the chat he'd had with Archie.

Productive night.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep beside the fireplace. To hell with sleeping dogs. Let sleeping Sabretooth Tigers lie.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Alanna and George return to Tortall. In George's defense, he let Alanna name his horse.]

(no subject)

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra quietly sits in an out-of-the-way booth, drinking tea and reading a book about the special difficulties working mums face.

It's from Earth, but some things feel familiar to her.

(no subject)

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Her name is Sunny. You killed her father. Prepare to be gnawed on.

Er. And she's in the bar. Doings. Toddler-type things.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes down from the library, having worked on perfecting the silencer crystals.

He was on the building site earlier, but people mostly had what they needed, so he toddled off, fed the trilobites, took a walk, and went to the library to get some work done.

Now he's downstairs for a break, to meet some people, give Gil a mid-shift cuddle, and perhaps find the woman with the pink hair he was supposed to talk to?

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways schmoop. Pure schmoop.

(no subject)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

...Heeeey, is that Hyde who just walked in the front door?

Wherever he's coming from, sounds like there's a party goin' on. Lots of shouts and whoopee and space bass and horns.

Hyde himself, in his Jimmy Page shirt, denim vest and flared jeans, looks pretty much like, well, Hyde...although he also seems to have several strands of different colored beads around his neck and is chewing on a pacifier. Chewing, not sucking. There's an important difference.

I assure you he has not become a candy raver.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar.

"Bar can I get a bloody maria please?" one appears "Thanks" Columbia sips at her drink and glances around the place for people to talk to.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks downstairs, having just checked on Sunny only to find her room empty. Spotting her with Bernard, she walks over.*