milliways_bar | Mar. 17th, 2005

Mar. 17th, 2005

It's all Val's fault, really, that the song is stuck in Kitty's head. So she's singing it, mostly to herself, as she gets a cup of coffee.

A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and qui-gon jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn’t thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met jar jar and boss nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to theed to see the queen
We all wound up on tatooine
That’s where we found this boy...

[I love Quin. That is all.]

anya-after.livejournal.com

Anya comes down into the bar, carrying a notebook and pen. Grabbing a coffee from the bar, she goes and sits down at a table and continues to work on what she was writing.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting by the fireplace, reading. Well, trying to. He's more looking up every time someone comes into the bar, hoping it's Audrey, but she hasn't come in while he's been down in the bar, and she hasn't left him a note if she did come by. This is not helping his mood.

[ooc: Mun will be on until about 2am EST and will slowtime after that.]

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's in the bar, sitting at at table, her feet up on the table, and reading a book. She seems quasi-bored, quasi-distracted.

dragon-paznic.livejournal.com

*Charlie staggers through the door. He's a little unsteady*

Current Mood: drunk

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

The snack foods were calling him.

He'd had another wretched nightmare, and woken up hungry. Now he had to remedy the situation.

They were caaaaalling.

He came down to the bar in flannel pajama pants and and a crumpled, orange Chudley Cannons t-shirt, his hair sticking out in every direction, and and ordered some crisps and ice cream. Yes, there were times that he sprinkled crumbled potato crisp onto a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, and swallowed it with a big "Ulp." No he didn't care how gross that was. (He's a growing boy, cut him some slack).

hhhallo.livejournal.com

The door slams open. A BLINDING white light fills the frame. And from within resounds a HOLY VOICE.

"HHHALLO!"

Current Mood: horny

lastgunslinger

[OOC: Out of Milliways. In which Roland learns a secret, and Meg falls in the Seine.]

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out Of Milliways, in which there is belly-rubbing, scratching behind the ear, and tail-petting. And also mocking of magical sparkles. Rated S for Smut of the Virginia/Wolf variety (i.e. NC-17 for graphic sex'ins). You are warned.

P.S. This was Saphie's first smut. Her RPing hymen is now broken.]

Current Mood: accomplished

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard's behind the bar, serving breakfast, not wearing a tutu.

Have at.

http://users.livejournal.com/futureperfect_/

It's not the first time Iris has plowed through an open door leaving the usual streak of red and yellow lightning in her wake. She curses. So much for keeping up with her father. Then it occurs to her that she really ought to work on skidding to a halt.

She manages to slow down enough that the wall stops her. Ow. Good job, Kid Flash. Way to impress the locals.

Iris rubs her nose before she looks over her shoulder. Huh. Where is she now?

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, having breakfast. See how much healthier she looks in her icon? Yeah. Sleep. Real honest sleep. She looks the best she's looked in...quite a while.

Also?

Smiling.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

The green bagel on Barry's plate was a dead giveaway. It was St. Patrick's Day. And the bar was being funny.

Barry, in costume today but with the cowl down, found himself remembering the breakfasts before half the cops went to either watch over or march in the parade. Every year, Sgt. Fay, Sgt. O'Neil and Officer Murphy would bring in their wives' soda bread and hold a taste test. Barry never could tell the difference, but all threee swore by each wife's taste of Eire.

He took the bagel and his coffee to the back of the bar, and sat to think. To think about how he has a granddaughter who's also a hero. To think about how Bart seems so mercurial. And to think about Sara. Was she really flirting with him? Was he really flirting back? Should he be doing this? Is it too soon? Will it ever not be "too soon?"

He was confused. He didn't like confused. So he just sat back to eat his bagel.

[ooc: usual work-enforced slow-time advisory.]

testpilot-hal.livejournal.com

Hal was already through the front door, seated at the Bar and halfway through his first cup of coffee when he realized what day it was.

Of all the days for a green-clad hero to show up in uniform, St Patrick's Day might just be the worst.

"Bar. More coffee please. And a t-shirt and a pair of jeans if you have it."

The coffee cup fills to the rim.

Also, a t-shirt and a pair of jeans appear, neatly folded. The jeans are green and the t-shirt (also green) says, Kiss Me, I'm Not Remotely Irish.

"Yep. Today is going to be a long, long day."

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Enter Dream.

balletrat

*Meg is ~~brooding~~ ~~sulking~~ sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

mogget_cat

*There's a white cat on the bar. Unusual? No. Of note? He surely thinks it is.*

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val walks into the bar from the House of Arch in a green sweater, and black shirt. She picks up a mug of green tea from the bar, along with a book. Wait. That's normal. Oops. What isn't normal is her reactions to the book she was given. Sitting down, she stares at the book Bar gave her. Speaker for the Dead Stuttering for a moment, she puts it gingerly down on the table, and pulls out another book from her apron, reading that, but eying the other one.

lvpd_sidle

There is a Sara in the bar. Wearing green nail polish in honor of the day. She's toting a garment bag and two smaller bags. She's also just finished her first shift back at work and is feeling rather annoyed towards her supervisor.

She's hoping Barry won't be freaked by her behavior yesterday. She hadn't intended on really flirting. It's just her.

Bother at will.

Current Mood: aggravated

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

leavinghim.livejournal.com

*She didn't know how it happened, but somehow she found herself inside a bar. She looks even more lost than before*

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes down into the bar, yawning, his hair and clothes still rumpled.

Couches are not comfortable places to sleep. Liam had forgotten this fact. His back hurts.

He wanders over to the bar, and is rather startled, before he's said a word, to be presented with an Irish breakfast and a shamrock plant in a pot.

"Thank you, Bar..."

silver_flecks

It is Del!

She is in the Bar!

...

And there are monkeys. Purple ones. With umbrellas.

Just cause.

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

Romana comes out what would appear to be a supply cupboard and looks for somewhere to sit. Yes, the Time ~~Lady~~ Lord is back. You all can rejoice now.

Or run away. Because chances are she's going to try and engage you in conversation.

[ooc: will respond but am at work so it could be slow or it could be quick. who knows? it's sort of a comment grab-bag.]

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Warren. Two P.M. on a Thursday. So he's just woken up.

bob_the_skull

There's suddenly a bleached white human skull with glowy orange eyes ON the bar.

"Well, been a while since I've been here. Look at all the new faces."

Why yes, that *is* a talking skull. Haven't you ever seen one before?

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is in the bar, with a plate of bread which has been more picked to bits than eaten and a glass of water. She's dubious about the water, but the bar wouldn't give her small beer or wine.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is in the half-finished staff quarters again.

He's been conjuring things for quite a while now: wallpaper, paint, glue, doorknobs, tiles, washbasins, rolled-up carpeting, DIY floowboards, what have you, he's busy making it.

And a few cardboard packages of purportedly easy-to-build kitchen cabinets, for those of the staff who get their own small kitchens in their quarters.

He's got a tan bathtub and nice, fiddly brown-and-green mosaic tiling already secreted away, set aside for Gil's future bathroom.

The place is busy; people are bustling about, demanding more of this or that, asking each other how something works, and lending each other hands, arms and other body parts for the more arduous tasks.

The goal of finishing this weekend looks quite realistic.

[[OOC: This is the second of the building site posts that I'd suggested; if your character volunteered to help or just likes to lend a hand, come on in - fly-by posts to establish your pup was there, long chats and brief interludes all equally welcome!]]

eyemightbite.livejournal.com

The Corinthian, in black jeans, black boots, and a black tuxedo shirt, wanders into the bar. His shock of white hair and his mirrorshades stand out even in the pale glow of the bar as he makes his way towards the fireplace, then, apparently changing his mind, he moves to the center of the bar proper. Pulling up a barstool, he pulls a white-tipped matchstick from his watch pocket and slides it into his mouth.
"What to do , what to do. We should start with a drink. Hmmmm... I'll have a Hitler's Bunker, pleeeease."
He streatches the last word out as he lowers his head to peek between the plants and people to see who's in the bar.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

It's yucky out, but inside the greenhouse the pounding of the rain is muted, and the lights are on. Dim, but on. Anyone caught out in the rain might want to step inside to dry off and warm up.

Anthy is quietly watering the roses, with her jacket and a new purple scarf folded by the door.

[OOC: Mun must go]

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

The Bar seems to have taken it upon herself to update Anakin's wardrobe. This morning, she presented him with a pair of jeans and a T-shirt reading 'Jedi do it forcefully.' He is currently wearing both items and looking perplexed.

Current Mood: confused

http://users.livejournal.com/futureperfect_/

Ah, the joys of being of being newly Bound and mostly homeless. So far.

At least she's met a few vaguely "familiar" faces. Iris tries the door on several occasions and gives up after it opens on well, someplace entirely underwater.

Best to not flood the only place she can stay, she decides reluctantly. If the bar's chuckling, she's glad she can't hear it.

So now it's time to do what speedsters can't do best. Get rip-roaring drunk.

Bottles stack up, her forehead gets banged on the table and she's left miserably bored since this all happens in about fourteen minutes or less.

Ugh. Fourteen. She groans.

At least she hasn't seen her fourteen year-old father yet.

faintsoncue.livejournal.com

There's a beautiful blonde young woman unconscious in a chair by the fireplace. Her... dress is marvellous today.

Just thought you should know.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. Where else would he be? Once again he's got his study materials with him, but he looks a bit preoccupied and not like he's paying any attention at all to what's right in front of him.

[OOC: I'm only around for a couple hours... play with him anyway? *Mun makes puppy eyes*]

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Mouse the Headless Thompson Gunner is in the bar.

Actually, he's not headless.

And his guns are in his room.

But he is in the bar.

sometimes-both.livejournal.com

Kate's put on her green-and-white dress for the Saint's day. She's even left off the leather apron.

She's currently lounging on her favourite couch, trying to make head or tails of the funny little boxy puzzle in the paper.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes into the bar, skirting the front door that she can now see, and sits down with a primer book of French.

"Il a un petit chien. Nous avons une soeur et deux frères. Vous avez le français le matin." She knows what the sentences mean. She is not sure how this is supposed to help her learn more French, however.

She flips a few more pages until she gets to something she doesn't know, and studies some more.

Interruptions welcome.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris stumbled forward and caught herself on the bar. One of her heels that she had been holding fell on the floor.

Her head whipped around and she took in her new surroundings.

This is not the basement. Where the hell am I?

She turned completely around, looking for something familiar.

Is this a hallucination brought on by alcohol poisioning? Or I fell asleep in the cab and this is a very vivid dream. Maybe I fell down the stairs and hit my head...

She is very confused.

Current Mood: drunk
Current Music: I shall sleep in peace until you come to me

lvpd_sidle

Sara is covered in paint finish and dried wall paste. She's also not had a single drink these evening, which is blasphemy

Acquiring a glass of wine, she settles down on a couch in front of the fireplace. Feel free to interrupt.

Current Mood: lazy

comma-sticks.livejournal.com

And Shannon's back in the bar. She looks a good deal less annoyed than the last time she was here.

[OOC: And mun is only on for a few hours. Again.]

fast-as-flash.livejournal.com

Wally is in the bar. He looks very, -very- bored. It's taking all his willpower to not dash around the bar at superspeed, playing pranks.

But he's resisting. Admirable, huh?

agirllost

Kim comes downstairs. She gets a salad and a soda from the bar and finds an empty booth. Attempt at eating well, day two.

She puts the book on the table but she's more in the mood for company than reading.

shelley_winters

Shelley is in the bar, drinking tea and looking... Thoughtful? Distracted? The tea is a departure from her usual coffee, but she finds it soothing, and it helps concentration. Not that she has much to concentrate on, except how she feels... Strange? Not ill. But strange.

[OOC: Shelley is now over in Mouse's thread.]

[OOC: Shelley has left the building.]

true_desire

Desire appears in the bar.
There's no real reason: Desire doesn't appear to be looking for anyone in particular, nor plotting anything more wicked than lighting a cigarette and ordering a drink.
Perhaps the Endless is merely bored.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace in the bar! Yes, still. Stoppit.
She looks a bit better than she did yesterday, probably because she didn't attempt the insomnia routine again. She's also abandoned her blanket upstairs. She's currently perched on a bar stool, with a mug of cocoa at her side, a book open in her hands, and... is that toast? Yup. Half-eaten toast keeping the cocoa company.

ihlini-witch.livejournal.com

Ginevra sits in a booth, drinking tea and reading a book about career women.

pirate_jack

*The door flies open and Jack strolls in, carrying a small wooden coffer under his arm and whistling. He goes up to the bar and sets it down, then opens it. First he pulls out a handful of doubloons and drops them on the bar with a ringing sound.*

There you go, luv-- settle up the tab, savvy? *He grins mischievously.* I've been remiss, so I have-- so this is for you. *From somewhere else in the coffer, Jack brings out a cascade of bright silk ribbons and lays them on the bartop.* Pretty things for a pretty bar.

A bottle of rum and a glass appears next to the ribbons, which vanish, and Jack grins wickedly.*

Thank you, luv.

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Lucifer looks pensive.

Or he would, if he was the type to go in for words like 'pensive'.

He's eating olives out of a bowl and dropping stones absently onto the ground. The mug next to him may or may not be full of ~~Guinness~~ coffee. It's black. That'll do.

His eyes are green, today.

susan-death.livejournal.com

Susan is in the bar, sitting at a table with a Gin and Tonic.

She's often in the bar, actually, you just didn't notice her. She's good at not being noticed.

However, it's possible someone may want to talk to her.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

A little, blue, six-limbed beastie enters the bar. He is using his upper two limbs to balance a cardboard box on his head that's easily as big as he is. The top of the box is open, revealing a handful of cellular-phone-like devices and what appears to be a book made of pages of ebony wood.

He carries it to the counter from the front door, hops up on a stool and dusts off his hands (all four of them) in a very satisfied manner. Another jump takes him to the countertop, and he looks around, his big ears laying back behind him.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Streetrat inna bar!

fiendsoncue.livejournal.com

A man enters the bar.

His eyes flicker around the room.

He is tall.

He is dashing.

His face is obscured by a white mask.

He is dressed in Evening wear, complete with flowing black opera cape and cane.

It's the Ghost! He's here!

[OOC: After ~~stalking~~ confronting Meg, the Ghost makes a graceful and dramatic exit back to the Opera House.]

not_that_spike

It's almost a familiar scene: backpack crammed full of shit, arms also full, gun loaded, and two people wearing pretty damn determined looks on their faces. Spike turns to Beth and nods once, taking her by the hand.

Then he turns back and kisses her. "For good luck." The sheets of notes are in the backpack, he knows that. He just hopes the rest of the shit they need will be there when they get there, and they are going to get there.

With as little fanfare as possible they make their way through the bar to the front door. Spike reaches for the doorknob.

"Ready, Slim?"

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is by the fireplace looking very happy playing his flute. Unlike the bard that hovers around the bar most of the time Zedd's songs are rather happy and cheerful. His songs do not have near the skill of the depressed bard, but they are still rather pleasent to the ear.

He is just enjoying himself and wouldn't mind someone to talk to if they wanted to talk with him, or even stop and listen to his music. Really talk with him, he would love the company.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean looks a little pale as he sits at the piano. He has apparently gone without food in order to purchase sheet music. He has spent the last few days sequestered learning to read it.

With his harp laying on the top, Asmodean began to play a rather gloomy piece. One of Rachmaninoff's etudes drifted softly out into the bar. The music was played softly, after all he was practicing. The music was pleasant to the ear, if not overly intricate.

Feel free to bother him, he won't kill you for disrupting his practice.

[OOC: Yes, I know I said I wouldn't be on, but there wasn't a take-home portion to my Cal III exam.]

Current Music: One of Rachmaninoff's etudes

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava is very, very resolutely acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. That has served her well when visiting other worlds and trying to fit in. And this being Milliways, certainly there have people people around who've worn... outfits such as this, right? Right.

So, in red and black perfectly fitting space-agey type armor ~~created by the laws of anime physics~~, the Valkyrie makes her way over to the bar. Acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary at all. ~~Whee.~~

Hot chocolate with liquor is ordered.

ETA:Mun not feeling well, most likely out for the night.

Current Mood: This is normal.

the_lioness

*Alanna shoves open the front door, a disgruntled look on her face. Hours and hours in the fencing yards had taken their toll, although not perhaps as much as the group of pages that decided she is "talented for her age."

Perhaps they were just disappointed to learn that she is not, in fact, ten feet tall.

Annoyed, tired and looking for distraction, Alanna spots Jack at the bar. She walks over, smiling and slowly unbuckling her sword belt.*

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

*Xander sits down at a table to do a little people-watching. Normally not the kind of thing he goes in for-- but here, Milliways being what it is, he considers it an Olympic sport, if not an art form.

He grins and leans back in his chair. It's been a crazy week, that's for sure, what with meeting Death and Lucifer-- not to mention Meg, who falls under a category completely separate from the rest of humankind. Plus Pikachu, can't forget that little guy. All evil karaoke machines aside, things really aren't so bad here, after all.

Sadly, as often happens when people are happy and relaxed, Xander lets his guard down. He leans a little TOO far back in his seat, causing his chair to come crashing to the floor.*

AGH!

... I'm okay.

Current Mood: ow ...

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is by the fire. She is reading to Seth from Winnie-the-Pooh. Seth is pretending to focus on the moving pictures. Really though he's just trying to break his own record of five consecutive spit bubbles.

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley sits down at a booth, it has been a few days since he has last been able to enter the bar. He wonders how much time has passed here in comparison to time back on the island.

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

Ryan enters the bar and looks around for Chris.

Current Mood: hopeful

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

In light of the holiday, Cole is downstairs free of notebooks and thoughts of his current mission. He's just looking to make merry and be happy. He'll be wandering the bar, but if you catch hiss attention, he'll be with you in a flash. (For those traditionalists, Cole is most definitely not wearing anything green today, so he's fair game.)

gonna_live

Kaylee walks into the bar, looking around for Faith. She'd tried to show up this morning, but there was too much to do back on ship. It was hard sometimes to remember responsibilities when there was so much to do here at the bar. But Serenity came first. Even over Earth-that-was.

ex-last-scion.livejournal.com

Bethany's come downstairs again. She's been hiding up in Zeke's room for a while. But at least she's finally gotten a notebook to write in instead of cocktail napkins. She's in a chair by the fire drinking pink juice, and her tummy is noticeably round now.

Come over and talk to her.

testpilot-hal.livejournal.com

Having heard that Thursday nights were occasionally more interesting than other times of the week, Hal steps through the front door of Milliways for a second time today. Wisely, he left the Green Lantern uniform at home, going with jeans, a t-shirt and his jacket instead.

"Bar. Beer. Make it a Guinness, so dark that I won't know if you've dyed it festively green."

Stout in hand, Hal turns and leans back against the Bar, watching the crowd. After a day on patrol, he should relax like this more often.

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

And Helen is in the bar. After having worked all day on the renovation, she is now on duty. Feel free to come bother her/come say hi to her Pegasus.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is at de boozer enjoyin' a chilled jar av porter, don'cha no. Aft'r anutta day spent spreadin' de ward aboyt 'is upcomin' party, 'e's foinally takin' a break. An' waaat better way ter relax on a day av Gaelic 'ooley, than wi' a rapid Oirish bru, from Oirlan'.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting at the bar, in a seat which has a good view of the door. Or rather, where he assumes the door is, considering he still can't see it. Technically he's reading--a book is open in his hands, and his eyes are sometimes pointed toward the page--but he keeps glancing toward the door whenever someone appears ~~hence why he doesn't see the family reunion at all~~.

Still no word from Audrey, and it's getting harder not to worry.

[ooc: Mun will be on until 1AM EST and then will slowtime.]

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: The Village SDTK - The Vote

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val wanders into the bar from the lake. She's in a pair of black pants, running shoes and a t-shirt: "Empaths do it with feeling" Her hair is braided with a green ribbon, and she sits at the bar and grabs her tray, looking only a bit winded. There's a bit of a wistful smile on her face as she sits and hums to herself. If it sounds like she might be singing "American Pie", it's all Kitty's fault. Really.

pirate_jack

[From here.]

Jack Sparrow swings Alanna into his arms and spins around with her until she's dizzy and laughing, and then the pirate holds her close and hands her a bottle of rum, apparently cautioning her to hang on to it.

Grinning wickedly, Jack then tosses Alanna over his shoulder and, ignoring her protests, saunters out the front door, which closes firmly behind them.

blue_ajah

*The air near a certain table shimmers, and Moiraine appears. She glances around, then starts toward the bar. As she does so, Holly runs up, chittering, and brings a cup of tea. The Aes Sedai smiles in appreciation, then settles down with tea and her journal.*

xweapon.livejournal.com

Logan enters from the garage entrance carrying a backpack, obviously fresh off his motorcycle. With a bit of a resigned sigh, he moves to the bar.
"Dos Equis. Times three."
He looks around, then catches sight of Indy.
"Son of a bitch."
And with that he takes his bottles and moves towards the professor.

flybywash

A paint-spattered Wash is inna bar, putting the finishing touches on Crybaby #20. There's a huge smudge of Sierra Sand paint across his forehead. He's more or less cheerfully oblivious to it.

Come say hi!

turnipman.livejournal.com

And there's a Baldrick in the bar, munching happily on a piece of carrot cake.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Wolf and Virginia, in the bar! Still, actually.

Wolf himself is looking a little unsettled; he is not his normal, bouncy self. And he's slightly hungry. But not really. Maybe he just wants to eat for the sake of something to do that's familiar.

"A bacon sandwich please," he says, putting a hand on the bar. One appears, along with a handful of paradoxes. He smiles a little. "Thank you."