milliways_bar | Mar. 19th, 2005

Mar. 19th, 2005

Wash is once again by the fireplace with his copy of Jurassic Park. He's curled the cover back on itself in a way that makes his book-loving mun wince, the better to try and hide the title; no use in scaring Dr. Malcolm if they happen to cross paths again.

The streak of paint from last night is still on his forehead, though it's quite smudged and much fainter. You'd think technology from five hundred years in the future would be better at getting that stuff off.

agirllost

[OOM: This conversation between Kim and Chase is millitimed to tonight, even though it started a few days ago. Yay Millitime. And it looks like a certain couple may be back together.]

oldschooljedi.livejournal.com

There is a dead Jedi in the bar, what a surprise. He is sitting unobtrusively in a corner, sipping a hot beverage and watching the people go about. He's not that interesting.

[ooc: Due to mun's computer issues, this thread is for Anakin. Qui-Gon will be in next week for real when mun gets real computer back.]

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd walks out of the door and out of Milliways. He has gone back top his world for a few days to look for several items of magic for a spell he wants to do. He also has gone back to check on a few books so he can do some shields he has been interested in using.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways - Alex and Nick in Toronto. No smut, shockhorrorgasp.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: After his talk with Christine Chappelle, Jack hightails it up to his room, with Kim following.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: In the Staff Wing]

Current Mood: content

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard's sleeping in today, but here's your

millichannel Marker.

^_^

young_tmriddle

OOC: Out of Milliways entry - Tom, the day after using his Legilimency powers

lvpd_sidle

Sara has put her things away the room and placed a few personal effects around.

"Strange...this place seems more like home than my apartment ever did."

With a slight shrug, she gets dressed for the day. Jeans and a black Talk Nerdy To Me shirt. She wanders downstairs into the bar for breakfast.

Pester at will.

Current Mood: awake

thecoolone

( upstairs, room 42 )

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is in bar. He seems REALLY happy. One might even say he's glowing... not with magic, just with...yeh. That'll be posted when it's finsihed.*

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

Virginia came into the bar from the rooms, nearly skipping, most likely the result of ~~having crazy wild sex~~ sharing a bed with her ~~mate~~ fiance. He was still sleeping. Tired out and all.

She looked around the bar for someone to talk to, maybe that watiress she had spoken to the night before. It was time to start figuring this place out, and possibly getting a job. And then maybe beating whoever had gotten them stuck here senseless if she could find them.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina walks down into the bar from one of the upstairs rooms, where she had spent the night. It's later than she had hoped to wake up, but she likes being well rested for a change. She walks over to the bar and orders a nerf steak, surprised to see it arrive so fast.

She slowly eats her food, wondering who she'll meet today.

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

Chase sits down in a booth and quite cheerfully orders some coffee and a BLT. Feel free to bug him.

agirllost

Kim comes downstairs, she's still carrying Angels and Demons, but still isn't really in the mood to read it.

She sits at the Bar and orders a chicken salad sandwich.

Feel free to bother her.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon fal'al'Bernard.

With telir brandy, and deep thought.

Lets add a little description. He's at a table, not a booth. Tables, too, can be cloaked in shadow if you happen to be Arithon. Currently this one isn't. His legs are stretched out in front of him, and he almost appears to be dozing. Almost, but not quite. He doesn't look actively interested in biting off the face of people who talk to him, which for Arithon is approximately the same as looking inviting.

nita_callahan

omg Nita bling bling.

She enters through the lakeside door and snags a table and a soda, pulling off her grey sweatshirt to reveal a black T-shirt with the words "PLZ HELP I AM TRAPPED INNA BAR" in white on it. Hey, it's not her fault, she's getting all her clothes from the Bar. . .

[OOC: *disappears* BBL.]

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

As usual at this hour the kitchen is deserted apart from Gil and the rats. Much though he values his staff he quite likes these quiet times when he can just potter around at his own pace.

Sooty is sleeping - sort of - and the Bar is quiet and breakfasts and lunches are all prepared and ready to go.

"What shall I do, Ratty?" Gil asks. "Even dinner is easy tonight - chicken casserole, spinach and ricotta quiche and beefsteak with chips, onions rings and peas."

Ratty, trying to impress upon the remaining eight baby rats the importance of staying out from under peoples' feet, squeaks unsympathetically that she has enough trouble thinking for her offspring without doing it for him and he grins at the babies' sympathetic looks.

"All right," he says. "In that case - since I haven't done much to help with the building I'm going to do some decorating. There are lots of walls that need some undercoat - it's hardly skilled work. Then at least I can say I've done something to help."

Ratty squeaks loudly and chases him across the room to the back door with the babies whooping in pursuit.

"Of course," Gil protests, rolling his eyes. "I know where the dustsheets are kept. No, I won't. Yes, I'll be careful. I won't go up ladders on my own." Then he sighs and looks down at Ratty with a frown. "I can read you know! Emuslion is for walls and gloss is for woodwork. Even I can't get those muddled up, they smell different."

He smiles at her, waves at the babies and goes to the new wing. Ten minutes later, happily perched on a ladder, he is applying white emulsion to the magically dried plaster work and humming to himself.

It's almost as much fun as cooking.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace in the bar, once again. Today she seems immensely self-satisfied, and has appropriated one of the comfy chairs by he fire, curled up like a contented cat as she reads her book. Feel free to bug her... she's very much in a non-biting mood.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is downstairs to relax tonight. She has her embroidery in hand and sits at a table by a window, her head bent slightly over the fabric and thread.

She sits straight and with her feet modestly tucked under her, and she looks quite serene.

She will welcome visitors most warmly.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is in the bar, at a table, totally zonked out.

Feel free to approach him. He'll wake up, if prodded.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard emerges from the Staff Wing and walks behind the Bar.

He doesn't even ask her for cigarettes, and so he's surprised when one lonesome Camel Light appears rather sheepishly on her gleaming surface next to a shot glass and a bottle of Hacienda del Cristero.

He grins.*

Thanks, baby. Think I'll save it up.

*He looks out over the barroom and calls out the specials.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Food specials are chicken casserole; spinach and ricotta quiche; and beefsteak with chips, onions rings and peas.

Drink specials are Magner's cider and Harp lager.

*He pours himself a shot.*

What'll you have?

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

A small girl in a nightdress wanders down from the guest corridor.

Because Liam knows what she's capable of, there is a piece of paper firmly attached to the front of her clothes.

"My name is Megan. If I'm alone, my daddy is asleep upstairs in [insert room number here] and I've escaped. Please don't send me through the front door."

feintsoncue.livejournal.com

A young man shambles through door.

He has a pale face, staring eyes, and black hair sticking out from under a flat cap, and is pretty unremarkable. Apart from his walk.

He walks as though he's about to fall over at any moment. As though his body is being pulled forward and his legs are left to flail underneath, falling wherever they happen to land.

When he realises where he is, he stops and stares, only to turn around to retrace his steps...

And turn around panicked, when he can't find the door he came in through. His eyes widen in panic.

Walter Plinge is in the bar.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

[ooc: As per this thread......]

.....the triplets are stuck. Inna GIANT PUMPKIN ~~OF DOOM~~. It has been hollowed out and carved to show Elaine what a Jack O'Lantern is. They got in not realizing it might be hard to get back out.

And the ~~giant~~ mess will be cleaned up.

Current Mood: mischievous

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

( Note to Valentine Wiggin )

( Letter to Simon Tam and/or Wash )

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Enter the Valkyrie.

Good thing? She has a very nifty looking naval jacket on over a white sweater and pair of jeans.

Bad thing? She makes her way very, very carefully to the bar, and manages to sit down. "Whatever it was you conjoured up for me last night, I both love you and hate you for it." Svava mutters.

"So a glass of water please, so hopefully soon I can feel well enough to get rid of the hangover on my own." The water appears, and she pats the top off the bar, then winces, and rests her head in her hands.

Current Mood: Hung over

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val is sitting at a table, scribbling furiously. She seems frustrated, but not as pissed off as she was last night. Every so often, she closes her eyes, puts on a pair of headphones and leans back, seemingly trying to memorize some music.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Enter the most annoying member of CTU.
Chloe O'Brian's in the bar ladies and gentlemen.
Feel free to bug her, she's in a rare mood.

Current Mood: happy

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

And Helen is in the bar...with Pegasus! She has her tray and is looking happy and bouncy. Waitress On Duty!!

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Lucifer is sitting with his chin on his hand, watching Thom's little Occultism 101 project.

He's not going anywhere. Just watching.

~~He may or may not be waiting for him to faint.~~

gris_bug_man

Thinking about Sara, Grissom hasn't noticed that he did not walk out of her apartment building. Gradually, the unfamiliar sights and sounds of his new environment permeate his mind.

He looks around, taking it in with an atypical expression of complete befuddlement.

"This is not Las Vegas," he finally says, needing to voice the thought.

Current Mood: worried

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

Anakin's in the bar. He's in jeans again, and a shirt reading "Big ~~Puppy~~ Dog" across the back, with a picture of a bulldog. He's scowling faintly at something, which is probably our newest Force-user.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole's downstairs schmoozing and carousing. Come talk to him.

[OOC]~~Mun is doing taxes for the first time. So if there happen to be long spans of absence, he's beating his head against a wall.~~ Woohoo!!! Refunds!!! [/OOC]

mary-russell.livejournal.com

She's walked into some odd things during fits of abstraction (a lamppost and Sherlock Holmes, to name just two), but as Mary Russell lowers her book and peers around her, it becomes apparent that this is no Oxford pub, and she wonders what, exactly, her penchant for perambulatory reading has gotten her into this time.

She notices the oddly dressed young man, the pretty young thing in Greek costume, the man with smoked glasses and...is that a tail? It's gone when she looks again. Then her gaze strays to the window and her eyes widen.

It seems that the paper on apocalyptic prophecy will require some extensive revision.

chanteringale.livejournal.com

Chanterelle is sitting by the fire, reading a book in Braille.

[ooc: plot post; Yrael or Richard only, please]

young_tmriddle

*Tom and Ingress are in the bar for a little while - Ingress wants a milkshake. The child can eat ice cream like no one's business. Sunny is asleep, being watched over by Mary, who is as pleased to have the little visitor in the House of Arch as Tom is.*

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

*Xander is sitting in the bar, looking kind of cagey. There is no sign of Marjory and Socko, which is good, but he still can't shake that "stalked-by-evil-puppets" feeling. Come on over and take his mind off it.*

Current Mood: creeped out

fiddle-deedee.livejournal.com

*Scarlett opens the door to an empty room in the Atlanta hospital in which she is supposed to be attending to the wounded and dying soldiers. She shirks this work as much as possible.

Imagine her surprise when she finds herself in Milliways again. She beams.*

Thank heavens.

*Smoothing down her black mourning dress - she is now Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton - she glides into the bar.*

OOC: Time has passed for Scarlett - she is now 17 and has been made a wife, a widow, and a mother in a brief space of time. She is expected to wear black mourning and have her heart in the grave. Scarlett mourns more for the loss of her fun, flirting life than the husband she married on a foolish whim.

lastgunslinger

There once was a man with a gun
Who (back in the day) chased folks on the run.
Then he came to a bar
(From his world rather far)
And then he sat by the fire and read The Lord of the Rings with a carafe of coffee sitting beside him.

It's a Saturday night. Roland's planning to enjoy it.

i-weep.livejournal.com

The door opens, and reality protests. She, it is a she, yes? Yes. Definitely feminine, for all that the eye does not wish to see her, she enters. She is not seen so much as experienced; her robes sound like cessation, her eyes are the color of suicide, her skin is the taste of peace. Tears leak constantly from her eyes.She moves like mortality made flesh as she enters the room. Her steps, like the flow of time, do not falter.

edwardishungry.livejournal.com

*Ed wanders downstairs and looks around. Ed wants to play*

i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com

Columbia walks downstairs and sits at the bar. Please bug her.

river_meimei

The door opens, and River wanders in.

She looks to be in a reasonably good mood; at least, she's looking around the room, rather than staring at the floor or the air, even if her gaze doesn't quite settle quite normally. It's the tall boots today, rather than bare feet, under a loose floral skirt, and a couple of shirts in layers.

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

Peter is cranky. And at the bar. And cranky.

There's really nothing else to say here, folks.

...Did we mention cranky?

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim makes his way downstairs, a huge backpack over his shoulders. Witha grunt of effort, he tosses it onto a table, then begins checking through it. First, he pulls out four long metal stakes,a good four feet long. No, tha backpack isn't magic, it's that big.*

Lengths of iron? Check.

* Carefully he wraps the iron in lengths of black silk, before replacing them. He pulls out a small red stone on a length of gold.*

Glamour stone? check.

*He reaches into a compartment seperate from the one he placed the iron into, pulling out a beautiful silver sword in a bejeweled sheath.*

Sword of a Faerie Knight? Check. And it's still sharp, excellent.

*This one he straps on. Come, bug him, he's just getting ready for a mission.*

mister-vimes.livejournal.com

Everyone's seen a ruined man, a hopeless man, walk into a bar.

They probably have never seen one walking in and standing so taut with pent-up...
something, that he looked as if he'd tear the head off of someone with the slightest provocation. Not that Vimes would do such a thing, but it was certainly what he looked like tonight. Deep, dark circles were under Vimes' eyes, and he was chewing fitfully on his cigar.

He barely noticed when he walked into Milliways--or rather he did, but he had so much else on his mind that he merely accepted it in an instant and walked up to the bar, sat down, and ordered some water.

He would not go home to sing to his son tonight. He had not in the last few weeks. He would not until he found the one responsible for his man's death and stopped him--really stopped him--at last.

kidontheraft.livejournal.com

There's a boy on a raft. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. He floats around the bar, sipping his ~~drywall-filled~~ Kool-aid and smiling disquietingly.

This is Timmy. He floats above you while you're dying in the abyss.

Muahaha.

Current Mood: devious

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert inna bar. Armed with coffee against whatever the bar has in store tonight. Have at.

sai_delgado

[OOM: A conversation upstairs in Roland's room, earlier this afternoon.]

mogget_cat

*Yrael, in human form, wanders over to the bar and orders a Yellow Bird. He turns around and leans back against the bar, sipping his drink and watching other bar patrons. His violin lies beside him on the bar.*

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes downstairs.

He has overslept, looks a bit bleary, and gets coffee from the machine.

He feeds the trilobites and idly plays with Julietta the Curious Squid while trying to wake up.

sai_delgado

Susan comes downstairs seeming more at ease, mayhap, than in recent days.

She might even be smiling, a little.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie sits near the observation window, plucking the guitar strings in a song you haven't heard yet.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

*Brian wanders in. He's got muddy tyre-tracks across his shirt, and a mostly-deflated bike tyre looped around his neck and under one arm. If you look close enough, you might be able to see that someone's chalked 'MISS WALES' on it. Around his waist is a huge Welsh flag, tied like a sarong, and his face is continuing the whole 'mud' theme.

He's a little bit drunk*