(no subject)

[gonna_live]

And watch as the crazy mun enters character number three

Kaylee walks into the bar from...the staff quarters. Well how about that. She's sneaky. But there's a grin on her face. Work was going well, especially thanks to Warren's input. It was good to have another view on things, even though her own was better.

She surveys the bar patrons as she walks up to the bar itself. She deserves strawberries for this. And that is what she gets, along with a pink colored drink. Yes...strawberry wine. This was Bar's idea. Not her own. Seriously.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren pulls up a piece of bar for a late dinner. He's been working. He feels he's earned something fried.

(no subject)

[muddypetticoats.livejournal.com]

Through what must be remarkable luck, her favourite table is still untaken, even after all this time. Or perhaps it is less remarkable luck that is the cause, and simply another proof of the innate magic of Milliways. Regardless of the reason, the table is not claimed -- or it was not.

Liz sits at the table now, her formerly habitual cup of tea once again before her. On this occasion, however, there are no books, papers, sewing, or other manner of busywork strewn about. Instead, Liz is content to merely glance about the bar as she sips at her cup. This is comfort, indeed. Some new faces, to be certain, but all of that aside, she might never have been absent at all.

It is good to be back in Milliways. It is good to be home.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: A rather nasty argument with Kim. ]

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

And there's a gunslinger in the bar.

Remembering that Cuthbert had said, incredibly, that the bar produced Susan's tiny elephaunt, he wonders if it produces other things besides food and drink. Seeing no bartender, and feeling slightly foolish, he approaches, and speaks to it quietly.

A shallow bowl full of oil and some clean rags appear, and he looks half-startled and half-gratified. "Thankee," he says half to the bar and half to the air, and takes them to a table near the wall, where he begins to take apart and clean his guns with deft practiced movements.

(no subject)

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

OOM: Holocron building

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar, sitting in a booth, with a notebook. Writing in it. There's a plate of french fries and an unfinished hamburger next to her, and every now and then she grabs a bite between words. She's calm, but obviously determined about something. come interrupt, it'll be OK.

(no subject)

[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme and ANakin at Diagon Alley

Really, I swear I posted this before...

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

I seem to have wandered outside of the kitchens. It's not an entirely unheard of situation, you understand, but I've found myself less and less willing to venture outside the doors, less and less willing to leave the comfortable spot in the kitchens which has practically become my world with the exceptions of my room and the bathroom. But there I am, staff in hand, sitting at the bar and wondering just what I'm doing out here.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

(OOC: OOM: Questing after the Holy Grail: Will and Bran encounter Monty Python.)

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in through the front door wearing a redhead. He sets Amadeo up on his cot and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is in the bar. I feel like complete shit, so that's all you're getting.


[ooc: mun is sick. like, really sick. responses may be slow and/or a little off.]

(no subject)

[800-lb-kitty.livejournal.com]

Kaelas pads in from the front door, using craft to make his footfalls silent. Anyone looking close enough might notice his paws aren't actually touching ground. He's not exactly in stalking mode at the moment, but it's clear he's on edge. He begins to pace around the piano.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Flash is in civvies and just to confuse matters wearing a Superman t-shirt - the bar has a warped sense of humor. He's sitting at the bar for once, and writing some notes in his notebook.

In his mind, he sorts through everything he's come up with so far regarding Warren, the demon in Warren's body, and the ethical issues therein. Every so often, he makes new notes.

[ooc: The usual Mun-might-be-working slowtime advisory.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

After showering, dressing and wolfing down a quick breakfast, Sara heads outside for an evening jog.

She blinks. "This is happening more and more. Is this place trying to tell me something?"

With a shrug, she begins to wander around the bar.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Like every morning, Asar-Suti has been to the staff quarters building site first, to conjure the materials on the lists people left him before everybody else starts work there. Waking up when Gil slips out to start in the kitchen and then going to make the things on the lists is becoming a habit.

After that, the small purple god of magic spent most of  the morning in the library to make crystals for the silencing system. He's talked about that with Tonks last night, she had a few ideas to contribute, and now his plans are finalized. Asar-Suti is going to put the system in later, when people take a break and he can test the effects, and make sure no corners are cut.

However, making magic crystals is one of the most non-trivial things Asar-Suti knows, and he needs a break. So he feeds the trilobites, gets an espresso from the machine and knocks it back, then goes out to the lake, for a walk and a smoke.

As Asar-Suti prefers to smoke in female shape, he turns female and walks, smoking quietly, along the lakeshore.

There are first signs of spring now, definitely.

[OOC: mun is at work, responses may be slow and/or intermittent, the usual.]]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon.

His player will only be around for a couple hours.

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Enter Wimsey, cheerful, sleek, smiling, and sharply dressed. Hands in his pockets, walking casually down the stairs, he reaches the floor of the bar and beams.

It is good to be Peter Wimsey.

He heads to the counter and leans on it, willing to order from the bar but hoping for someone to share his disgusting good cheer with.

(no subject)

[yvaine-star.livejournal.com]

Yvaine woke up from laying on the table.
she had a blanket on her.
what was the last thing she could remember?
...Zedd.

She smile to herself and got up to leave.
"i hope to see him soon," she whispered.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Enter Charlie.

It's back...

[homicidaltrunk.livejournal.com]

A smallish trunk skitters into Milliways. It appears to be moving about on (yes, I know it's a bit hard to believe, but) hundreds of tiny legs. There's no way to get an accurate count, though. It appears to glance around and take in its surroundings but you can't be sure because, after all, it hasn't got a face.

It trots over to a darkish corner, rattles its lid briefly, and settles in for a good long day of menacing the fine patrons of Milliways.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is by the fireplace with a glass of cran-apple juice, writing in his journal. If you be not of the house of Bauer, come and have a conversation with him!

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's been moving in and out of the bar all morning, grabbing items from the bar like wires, things like that. She's also going through water bottles often. She's smiling about everything, excited to be helping. She's got a lot of work to do but she'll stop if someone wants to talk for a bit.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*The air shimmers and then Moiraine appears. She collects a cup of tea from the bar and then glances around the room to see who is present.*

(no subject)

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audie's in the bar. Audie's at a stool by the bar. Audie is on her...lost count...glass of wine. Maybe she should drink some beer.

(no subject)

[agirllost]

Kim's in the bar. She didn't sleep very well. She's sitting in a booth. But her stomach feels better so she's eating fries and drinking soda.

She finally decided to get another book from the bar, so she's working her way through Angels and Demons. Well, it's a book at least.

Feel free to bother her.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita wanders downstairs, manual in hand, and settles down at a table with a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. She opens the manual and begins reading the section on Milliway's, which has grown since the last time she checked.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

It's early in the day, aye, but Susan thinks she might come into the bar despite that, for it's very quiet in her room.

And so, she comes downstairs to curl up on the couch, looking around for friendly faces and mayhap some distraction.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Seeing as things with the tet have been settled down recently, and looking as though they may actually stay that way for a while, Cuthbert's been making good on his offer to help with the construction of the new staff quarters.

He comes into the main bar now, dusting sawdust off his hands, and orders himself a glass of white tea. With lots of ice in it.

It's the little things like that that make living at Milliways good sometimes.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is still at the bar, filling notebooks. There's a good dozen sitting next to her already full, and she's working on another, food gone, oblivious to pretty much everything else.

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom sweeps through on his usual rounds, then moves to Bar's side for a quiet moment with his fiance.

His attention is soon directed toward a certain piece of luggage.


He freezes.*

(no subject)

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

It's been a long day for Thursday Next. One wrong turn after another, following false leads in and out of various places.

She had intended to go home and just relax, but when she goes to open her front door and step inside, the inside is something entirely different -- a bar she's definitely never set foot in before.

It isn't the most confusing situation Thursday has ever seen, but not exactly comforting.

"This ... is not my house," she says, standing right by the doorway looking bewildered.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren, with pliers and coil of wire. The wire is his other girlfriend.

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins sat at any old table, quietly smoking and people watching. He's great at being silent, he does it all the time. Could give mimes a run for their money.

(no subject)

[not-that-anakin.livejournal.com]

It's a young man who strolls in to the bar, looking about curiously.

"...So being one with the Force is like being in a nice-ish cantina?"

It's better than doing the floaty blue ghost thing all the time, at least. Or just watching your brother continue to nearly get himself killed. Or your sister start throwing around dark lightning.

Anakin Solo has entered Milliways.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He loiters outside Chalmun's Cantina for a second, long enough to be fairly sure no one's going to notice if the door opens onto an unexpected bar, and then ducks through. It's still Milliways, which is a relief.

On the other hand, it looks... a little too different, given that he was on Tatooine not four hours.

That whole weird-time-thing, probably. Damn.




[Only have a couple hours, since RL keeps eating my head. Incidentally, it is unwise to date the tech director of the college musical, especially if you're also the only person he knows with a station wagon. I have gotten to know Home Depot better than I ever wanted to recently.]

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack heads down to the bar, pale, tired, still a little jittery after his nightmare. No alcohol for him to today, though. He sits down in a booth and orders a sandwich and a soda from a passing waitrat. Lack of appetite or not, he still needs to eat.

(no subject)

[finalmarauder.livejournal.com]

Remus enters the bar, whistling, and makes his way to a table.

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Pretty rocks and party plans )

(no subject)

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

As Indy had remarked to her yesterday, time is relative. And time, while of great sentimental value and obvious importance to most Time Lords, was flexible and Romana has no important business elsewhere. So for the moment, she's content here at Milliways. So long as there's lively conversation and Atlantean wine.

She's slightly disappointed to not see Ray or Alanna the instant she steps in, but she imagines she'll track them down. And she does see Alanna as she walks about the bar.

The young woman curled up on the couch seems as good a person as any to introduce herself to. She's tempted to skip simply for the novelty of it but walks instead. It's more dignified. Romana smiles and waves to Alanna as she passes her.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Enter, Valkyrie, bar. Svava's carrying some papers; later tonight she's planning on figuring out a rune spell for uncovering secret identities. Seriously. But before that?

She stops by the bar and requests a glass of wine, before heading over to a clear table. Most of the papers, (blank), are set down, along with a pen she's taken to liking. One envelope is not, however.

Her name's written on the outside, and the flap in back sealed. The wax gets broken as Svava opens the envelope, and pulls out a letter. There's a Milliways Logo on the stationary. Carefully, she starts reading.




Afterwards, she carefully sets the letter down on the table, as if it were a bomb that may explode. Then, she lets her hands shake.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM, directly preceeding this...)

The front door flies open, and those nearby might feel a deep chill, and a breeze that steadily strengthens the longer the door is open, heading out the door itself. Suddenly a young woman is hurled in, crahing into a couple chairs before coming to a halt. The door slams shut behind her.
She's in rather bad shape. Space-farers (or deep-sea enthusiasts) might recognize the symptoms of rapid decompression. She's curled up tightly, almost hiding the flash burns on her hands. How she got burned is a complete mystery, since she's as cold as... well... space. There's a thin film of ice on her face, rapidly melting in the relative warmth of Milliways.
She's not breathing.

(no subject)

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

Hey, look, there's a yellow thing in the bar.

It has a bowl on its head with the word "PIKACHU" printed on.

It looks cute.

Don't you want to feed it?

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

The Sabretooth wakes up from his nap, yawning hugely as he gets up and stretches.

(no subject)

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

[ Pre-Milliways ]

Erin walks into an area that is not a garage, or a part of CTU, or reasonably close to CTU. It's a bar. A strange, populated bar. Erin takes a deep breath and tries not to show any signs of concern or panic--and fails, as her eyebrows raise and her lips purse tightly. She turns around to face what she hopes is the door out.

But there is no door. There is only a wall. Erin walks closer to the wall and tries to discern the lines of a door, still with no results. Frustrated, she begins to bang her hands against the wall, hoping a door would appear. No luck. No results. No nothing, just a wall. Erin presses her head against the wall, holding herself tightly, trying not to cry...but she can't help it. She can't hold it back.

She's stuck in Milliways and she can't get out.

[ ooc: y'all know the drill..."24" watching mun must leave at 9 est. but i won't be back, need to pack. ]

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy must have finally broke down and gotten a room, because he's heading down from it and to the bar.

At the moment, he thinks he has a good understanding of this place.

Anyone care to prove him wrong?

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam comes downstairs again, seeking more coffee. Possibly with whisky in it.

He looks very, very tired - more so than you might expect from a single sleepless night.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie ducks out and leaves a note with the bar:

Roland - Anthy closed the door on Joe. Trail of footprints, rosepetal, open and shut case. (hehehe)

Treacherous bitch.

Meg knows but doesn't want to believe it.-Eddie

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie enters the bar, once again on the watch for any feline shaped beings. He thinks it odd that he used to be quite fond of their type of creature. Up until he arrived here, that is...

Anyway, he's over by the fire again, with his usual tea and his ledger book.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's back, for no other reason than the mun had already seen tonight's episodes of CSI and is bored her extreme disgust with her landlord.

"I spend more time here than back home. At least I do now. What's the rent like here?" she wonders, snagging a recliner by one of the windows.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders into the bar, cheerfully oblivious of anyone who may or may not want to kill her at this juncture and sits down with her coffee*

(no subject)

[yvaine-star.livejournal.com]

Yvaine walked in.
Looked around.
Walked out. Outside was much better.

(no subject)

[lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com]

LaCroix is curled rather comfortably in a chair in front of the fire, reading a book. He's growing rather fond of this particular seat.

Feel free to shake his peaceful mood.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom walks through the painting and into the bar. Like he always does. Then he gets a drink. Like he always does! I bet the next thing he'll do is talk to some people. What do you think?*

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is sporting a new wardrobe tonight. After an incident with a cabbit, the coat of his finery was torn. He attempted to trade it in for new finery. What he got was a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and a tie, though he did not know what to do with it so it is in his room. The clothes were nice but not the fine quality he was used to. Irksome.

He was playing the piano. The melodies had become reasonably good by this point, though were still played softly because he was practicing. His harp is lying on top of the piano.

Feel free to disturb his practice.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

It's just that kind of low-level irritation that makes him want to sit and drink and smoke and not have to talk to much of anybody but at the same time crave company.

Go figure.

So Spike gets a cup of coffee with a shot of tequila in it and takes up residence at the usual table by the fire and pats himself on the back. For keeping track of time: you've been here six months to the day. All things Beth aside: are we having fun yet?

The answer to that lies buried at the bottom of the Marsboros pack, or maybe at the bottom of the tequila-and-coffee, or maybe at the bottom of the barrel of the Jericho, or maybe there is no answer. Maybe the lack of answer is the answer. Maybe he needs to get outside more and keep working out. Maybe looking for answers is fruitless.

Maybe the answer is in the flames of the fire.

Or more likely, reflected back at him by a pair of green eyes.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes downstairs holding a tiny bundle of sleeping baby against her shoulder. She looks like she hasn't slept much and she hasn't. But now that Seth's finally gotten to sleep maybe she will too.

She gets some tea from the bar and heads over to sit by the fire. If you listen closely you can hear her singing.


Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no resrictions
Television we bounce 'round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling,
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is sitting by the fireplace, peacefully reading the book Tom gave her. There's a cup of tea resting on the coffee table in front of her.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

There is a David in the bar, looking a little worse for wear.

He fingers his ring worriedly, drinking from a cup with a liquid that smells alcoholic.

... which would be because it's an alcoholic drink.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar, a huge grin on her face, as she bops around the room. There's a comfortable air about her, as if everything is once again right with her world. She has her tray at her elbow, and is simply sitting, with a silly expression on her face, staring out at the bar, watching the people.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk is sitting in her usual chair by the fire, reading a book. The hawk, for once, has accompanied her into the bar and ic working its way through a plate of raw meat on the coffee table.

She's worried for Charlie and Liam and everyone who went to the island, but she'd welcome a distraction from the worry.

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd walks slowly over to his table after having a somewhat bad conversation. He is looking rather depressed, but is slowly recovering. Angst is running painfully in his eyes at the moment and he is trying to run away from it.

He finaly gives up his normal means of hiding his pain away and puts his flute to his lips. The wood start to vibrate as the air passes threw it. His fingers dancing up and down the six scales of the flute. It seems pure love, joy, and peace pure forth from him as he plays.

The song slowly begins to grow slightly faster as the excitment of it's being seems to come alive in whoever may be listening. Every feeling that would be considered a good feeling seems to flood from the music all at once. Zedd is smiling greatly at this point, his song is in every aspect of sounds the very title that it holds. A Celebration of Life.

The song begins to fade out, leaving a longing for it to never end. It should never end. The beauty of it reaches deep down into ones soul. Slowly it keeps fading out until it is gone, but even when it is gone it seems to leave a mark on the heart. The ending changed the way the song is felt, it needed to end even though you didn't want it to.

So ends the celebration.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits at the bar, a large cup of coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. Brow furrowed, she mumbles under her breath and tries to find the appropriate words for what should really be an easy letter to write. Alanna? Over think something? Surely you must be joking.*

(no subject)

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

Chase slogs into the bar, after having run several laps around the lake and gone for a nighttime swim to cool off. Now he's too physically exhausted to be pissed at anyone.

"Bar," he pants. "Bud Lite. Please."

Everyone else he knows is getting drunk and making fools of themselves. Why shouldn't he?

[OOC: Chase is up for a chat with pretty much anyone...except Kim; he's not quite ready for that...but "24" is on in half an hour, so mun will have to go.]

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is standing on a table. This is - all right, slightly unusual behavior.

Snow clears her throat loudly.*

Ahem. If I can have your attention please! Yes. Thank you. Yes, especially you, Sawyer, mon petit chou.

Now, then.

*Her voice goes up several decibels in volume.* Sawyer? Te amo!

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

After a short nap upstairs, recovering from healing Ace, Nita is back downstairs, drinking ice water. Mm, water.

Care to bump into her?

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*The Aes Sedai is sitting at her usual table, making notes in a small journal. A cup of tea sits nearby but apparently forgotten.*

(no subject)

[like-morphine.livejournal.com]

Fleur slips through the door, looking behind her as she shuts the door.

She turns with a gasp. This is most certainly not her bedroom. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and looks around, wide eyed.

"Where...?"

(no subject)

[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

((Somewhere in time, a familiar looking boy plots. ))

(no subject)

[locks_it_up]

And there she is, at the corner of the bar, nursing her White Russian and watching the crowd.

Because what else would she be doing?

(no subject)

[fast-as-flash.livejournal.com]

A flash of lightning, a crackle of sound, and suddenly there is a young man standing in front of the door of Milliways. He looks quite wet and electrocuted, and smells awfully bad of chemicals.

It takes him a moment to comprehend where he is, and when he does, he looks understandably bewildered. "...Flash...? Where are you?"

(no subject)

[iseenightmares.livejournal.com]

The front door creaks open slowly. It makes an eerie sound, like rusted metal scraping across more rusted metal. A head covered in sandy brown hair peeks around the door, followed by a hand clenching a flashlight. The rest of the body follows, a teenaged girl who looks quite frightened. In her other hand she weilds a small lockblade knife. It is by no means clean. Spattered across the front of her white hooded vest is a trace of blood. Her eyes look worn and weary.

She takes stock of her surroundings, searching for any signs of imminent danger. Finding none, she straightens, and drops the knife to her side and tucks the flashlight into her front pocket.

Heather Mason has found her way into Milliways.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil had had a wander round the Bar, had taken a trip upstairs to the Library and had checked out the staff quarters - all to no avail. There was a dearth of little purplish god and, Gil frowned, that was worrying.

He hoped nothing - divine had happened to him.

After several more minutes of fruitless searching he gave up and stood in the middle of the kitchen, his hand pressed to the little bulge of the stone under his jumper.

"Sooty," he said firmly, if a little peevishly, "where are you? Are you hiding?"

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

There's a Cuthbert in the bar. That's new. Except for, y'know, the part where it isn't.

He's in a chair by the fire, drinking coffee and idly watching the activity in the bar.



[OOC: Again with the actual work, but temporary disractions are welcomed, so long as I don't let myself get too distracted.]

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is on the bar. Mostly Pretty much naked girl on the bar!*

(no subject)

[flybywash]

The front rattles back, and Wash walks in.

His neutrally cheerful expression lasts all of five seconds: the amount of time it takes to see Tim crouched over Ace's prone form. He stops short, face going pale.

"Son of a -- "

Then he's running over.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Downstairs comes the lazy gait of Indiana Jones, heading to the bar and grabbing a beer. Bearing the bottle, he saunters off round the room, possibly with more purpose than his casual walking-style might indicate.

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai enters, dressed in casual clothes, her hair curly and pulled back in a loose ponytail. She's wearing her glasses and a pen is tucked behind her ear. She carries a stack of magazines over to the bar and orders a martini as she settles herself on a barstool.

She flips open a catalogue with an "oooh!" and circles something immediately.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland approaches the bar.

Before he can order, the bar presents him with a note.

Roland opens it.

His face quickly grows...cold.

Eyes narrow.

He puts it in a pocket, and sits at the bar.

"Coffee," he says. And he begins to roll a cigarette.

No alcohol for the gunslinger tonight. He's got thinking to do.

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Here's a Sawyer. There's a Sawyer. And another little Sawyer.

He's just come down the stairs and found a booth in which to brood.

Brood, Sawyer. Brood.

(no subject)

[lordpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter, barefoot and wearing only trousers and a shirt wrapped carelessly around his chest, descends into the bar. After a moment to collect his thoughts, he stumbles over to the bar proper and pats it.

Hello Bar. Lovely bar. I need dinner, I think. The champagne was nice but dinner would be....nice-er.

He pauses.

Steak. Yes. Steak and....green things. And bread. And butter. And tea.

Lots of tea.

He smiles euphorically and waits for his order to appear.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain's in the bar, and ordering coffee.

He manages to look resigned rather than disconcerted when it appears. See, progress!

Silk's first time to Milliways

[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

Silk blinks as he steps into the bar, his nose slightly twitching. He obviously wasnt in Drasnia anymore. His eyes dart around the room rapidly taking in everything and everyone. As he slowly makes his way over to the bar he checks to make sure all of his daggers are in place should the situation require them. Silk knew he should leave and seek the safty of his homeland, but like always his curious nature got the best of him. Taking a seat at the bar, his mind racing, his sences alert, Silk waited to see what would happen next.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar, sans kids. She looks around for Meg*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard's at the Bar.

He's got his tequila.

He's not got his cigarettes.

He's arguing with Bar for his Camels.*

...You bitch.

Fine.




Please?

*Nothing appears*

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[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory wanders into Milliway's, having not really wanted to be here for a while, simply to give George some space. Well, that's what she was telling herself anyway.

She makes her way to the bar, spotting her mom and Indy a ways away and smiles.

Maybe she can get something stronger than the soda she had been plannning on getting.