(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Ace takes time out to think.)

(no subject)

[locks_it_up]

After that little incident, she's out by the lake, chucking rocks into the water, shoes dangling from the other hand.

She is not happy.

[ooc: Death and Raph only, please.]

(no subject)

[scottish-witch.livejournal.com]

Minerva enters, her emerald robes hidden by a cloak the color of moonlight on snow. The observant eye will notice the cloak's claps is in the shape of a cat with emerald eyes.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Lost in thought, Alanna wanders downstairs after the party and scrounges up some paper and a pen. She writes a quick note to Val and leaves it with Bar. Rubbing her nose, she looks undecided for a moment, but soon turns on her heel and marches out the back door.*

( Val Wiggin )

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian grabs his huge army coat on the way through the bar and heads out to the lake, leading the way to a tree by the water where he proceeds to start rolling. He hands Brian a slightly bent spliff from his pocket*

(no subject)

[dragon-paznic.livejournal.com]

*Charlie's in the bar.

And dammit, he looks sober!

Wonders will never cease*

Out of Milliways: Indy and Mike's suite

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( After the cocktail party )

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron....and scowls. He goes about his work, and finds things to clean, but every few minutes he looks up and glares at the door. Poor, innocent door. After about half an hour of this, he gives up, and walks back out. A few minutes later he walks back in with Amadeo and sets the cot up behind the bar.


"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[opalcity-star.livejournal.com]

[oom: a home out of the Opal]

Jack walks downstairs, Kyle nestled still asleep in his arms, and settles down at that bar herself for breakfast. He gives a look one way, then the other, before politely requesting a large breakfast, a bottle, and a car seat for Kyle so that he can actually eat the breakfast.

"Well, little man, just you and me for right now."

He thinks to his father, to David, to his friends in Opal city...

"Just you...and me."

[ooc: and mun goes to sleep a couple of hours*]

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

OOM: Alex and Nick - Discussing Alex's Past and their Present.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

[OOM: The night after the party.]

Warning for minor amounts of graphic violence.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace wanders back inside, looking rather sober for this hour of the morning, and trailing a thick blanket. The blanket she gives back to Bar, in return for a large mug of cocoa, and retreats to the warmth of the fireside. Mmmmm, cocoa.
Feel free to bug the Ace. She needs bugging.


(ooc: No minors please. R-rated (or increasingly getting there). Boyfriend shows up. You do the math.)

(no subject)

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton wanders into the bar. At least his room hasn't been changed.... much...in the time he was gone. He still needs to know how long he's been gone and what he's missed... He peers around the room for Andrew and Meg, sees neither, and takes a seat at random at the bar.

(no subject)

[comma-sticks.livejournal.com]

And it's Shannon inna bar.

(no subject)

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing follows the trotting Beowulf down the stairs and into the bar. He gets a few things from the bar before settling into a booth.

He has coffee, paper and pen. He's not actually writing anything yet; he's just staring at the paper while he drinks his coffee.

Beowulf is sitting on the floor next to him, a bowl of water at his feet.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry enters the bar in civvies. He's tired, a bit wound up from the grand soiree. In the end, he didn't get to talk to many people at all. Too crowded, too noisy. And yet...

And yet, he's glowing just a little. He doesn't know this, of course. He might not for some time. But one dance with a pretty and intelligent woman can have that effect even on him.

He goes to the bar, orders a cup of decaf, and heads to the fireplace, to relax while doing another crossword puzzle.

[ooc: slow-time-possible as usual]

(no subject)

[testpilot-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal is here.

All weekend, on patrol and off, he knew he was forgetting something.

Six seconds after stepping into the Bar for morning coffee ... it dawned on him.

"Damn ... I forgot the party!"

In an instant, the ring transforms his civilian attire to a respectable tuxedo, dark green. Another instant later, the ring returns Hal to basic attire. Shaking his head, Hal finds his coffee waiting at the Bar and waits for someone to tell him just what he missed.

(no subject)

[deadly-elegance.livejournal.com]

Melisande is in the bar. That's all. She's going to be there for a while. Feel free to harass!

(no subject)

[amaya-katerina.livejournal.com]

Enter Lady Margolotta.

It doesn't look like anyone's drinking blood today, so she happily relaxes in a booth.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita comes downstairs and settles into an armchair with her Poetry book, opening it at random. Today's poet seems to be Emily Dickinson.

Bother her, discuss poetry with her, whatever. She won't mind.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's inna bar. Miraculously not hungover due to the foresight she had in drinking a bunch of water before passing out.

Ask her about the marks on her neck, and she'll throw something at you.

But she's otherwise in a good mood. Feel free to bother.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Gods can't really be hung-over. Fauns, even ex-fauns, can. Luckily, ex-fauns that are wizards know about hangover potions, so despite the glorious party last night, this isn't the issue here.

And not the reason why Asar-Suti walks straight to the coffee machine upon coming downstairs this morning, gets a double espresso, downs it, gets another one, walks over to the fireplace and feeds the trilobites while drinking the second one.

No, Asar-Suti carries two of the Bottomless Bags that Gil and he used for buying books on their trip in February. He gets out a small notebook, checks the lists Sara and Gil made for him, can't possibly think of anything more to add as those two are much more knowledgeable about these things than he is, puts it away, walks to the front door, and opens it.

Outside, there is a car park with people carting about whole young trees in huge shopping carts. Asar-Suti steps out and closes the door behind himself, ready to do some serious shopping for plants, seeds, bulbs and other gardening supplies.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam and Megan come downstairs, smiling.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel sits in a booth, the left half of her face hidden, and watches the patrons.

(no subject)

[ex-last-scion.livejournal.com]

Bethany's curled up on the couch in Zeke's t-shirt and the skirt she showed up in. She's reading a copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting that Kiki-Lyn found for her.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

It's a guitarist with a baby in a booth, having tummy time.

"Oh yeah? And then what happened?"

Tiny voice speaking nonsense syllables, mostly vowels.

"You showed 'em! Tell me more."

More vowels and a little squeak.

Charlie laughs. "Aren't you clever, Peanut. And droolly. Decidedly droolly."

(no subject)

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

There is a young woman with grey hair in one of the booths.

Ginevra has a pot of tea, and reads a book about why animals are good for children. It's really not the authors' fault that nothing larger than a golden retriever or a pony is taken into account. Not, say, a ruddy great lion...

She also hopes she will not encounter any more blood-drinking monsters or gods walking about in inappropriate human shape this early in the morning.

[[OOC: the mun is at work, but bored. Activity might occur at times. Replies might be slow or intermittent, as tends to be the case with working muns. Thank you!]]

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

A haggard and rough Cole makes his way downstairs. He looks like he has a hangover, but anyone who was with him last night knows that he hadn't been drinking enough to make him look like this. He's wearing sweatpants and a loose tee-shirt, and he has his notebook at his side again. After a quick stop at the bar to get some coffee and eggs, he makes his way over to a booth and sits down to continue writing.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy opens the door expecting to find himself in a cupboard with spare bandages in, but instead finds himself in Milliways. He figures that he won't be able to get the bandages anyway and wanders around looking for someone to talk to who isn't ill.

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: The morning after the party. Claire/Sawyer. Er, yes. *bright smile* No warnings necessary.]]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony has his journal and a pen. The bar has refused to give him any paper. It's okay. He'll improvise. He tears one empty journal page out and flips it over to a blank side. He begins to write.

You can bother him if you want.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris enters the bar. She really hopes no Bauers show up. Or anyone else from work for that matter.

She's obviously oblivious to whom she's sitting next to.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Oh look, there's an Archie over in one of the squashy chairs with tea and a book. (A rather battered volume of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare.)



Big surprise.

(no subject)

[v_knidh8er]

[OOM: Room 134. Post Soiree Cleanup
or How I learned to stop worrying and love the Loompas.]

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie shuffles out of his room under the stairs--still haven't taken the time to move into the staff quarters, have the Deans--carrying a couple steno notebooks. He sets them on the bar and almost asks (her) it to take them, then halts. Then he tears a page out of the back of one and scribbles a note.

R. Got some stuff for you to see. Come by. Eddie

"Can you give that to Roland, babe?" He tucks the notebooks back under his arm and slips out.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

( Into the Woods, Safely )

(no subject)

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

[OOC: Iris' second "letter" home.]

Exploring has been a nice distraction. Iris managed to convince the bar to give her daisies for her room the other day and that's also cheered her up. Little things are good for comfort. She hopes conversation will provide more of the same.

(no subject)

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

Erin takes a seat at the bar, looking sad. She's not much of a drinker, but she decides a beer wouldn't hurt right now.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways - Yesterday in the House of Arch Workoom... with an EVIL PUPPET!

(no subject)

[angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Richard and Amadeo in New Orleans - after this.

Er, edited for slight adult content. Only slight.]

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[OOM: Two conversations between Moiraine and Dream. Before Indy and Mike's party, and afterwards as well.]

(no subject)

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd walks through the front door of Milliways carrying a blue ball and a dusty old book. He has been away from the bar for a few days doing some research. He walks up to thw bar and gets a cup of coffee, a pot of tea, a bowl of spiced soup, a small basket of dinner rolls, a plate of cheese, and a rather larger helping of mashed potatoes.

(no subject)

[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Bart is back in bar. He's lookign slightly bewildered, something was weird about that transit. Deja vu, huh? First thing he does is zips away, then to an empty table, a book now in his hands. Ahhh, his spoilers. Lessee what i missed....

"Bart, do not talk about the future with ANYONE. Avoid Snow White. Violet is upset with us, not our fault, it was all Kon. Wallys daughter is in the bar, she might not be what she seems."

Bart shakes his head.

"Weird stuff."

And there is a chocolate shake in front of him, as he looks around for someone to speak with.

(no subject)

[iseenightmares.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Heather Mason enters once again. She's holding a pistol. She looks around in confusion.

"How did I end up here again?"

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is asleep in a booth. He's been there for a while, actually. You just haven't noticed. Normally he's awake and staring at the door.

He's been living in this booth since Shelley vanished.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Doctor Lecter appears. He walks to the bar and orders his usual wine, then looks around.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen's in the bar. Melina's with her. They are over by the fire, Melina munching on greens and apples and Helen with her tea.

Helen looks like she needs bothering....

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer strolls down the steps looking a good bit happier than a man forced to wear a tutu has any right to look. He walks toward the bar in search of food. He's thinking it's a steak and beer kind of day.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's in the bar. Surprise! She's not drinking anything alcoholic. (That's actually a surprise.)

Pester at will.

An Ominous Beginning

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Deep in the woods by the lake, a pool of liquid darkness swirled. A jet of black flames shot out and a figure in a dark hooded cloak rose out of the pool. The flames rolled off of him like water off a duck's back.

He stepped away and the pool vanished.

He glanced up through the rain, and sensed the minds of the denizens of the bar. A particular mind stood out to him, one that he was very familiar with.

[OOC: This is a closed thread. You can play with him in a bit, there will be another post.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is semi-sprawled in a chair, reading something from Tom's library.

(no subject)

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

Now Shall The Rule of Cuteness Begin!

A Philosopher walks in the bar

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Via the magic of Millitime

A figure in a dark hooded robe stepped through the door to the lake. He glanced around the bar suspiciously.

He comes to a startling conclusion.

"I do not believe this is my office."

The figure pulled his hood back revealing a boyish, but beautiful face with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

He glanced around with unashamed confusion on his face.

Out of Milliways: New Loompaland

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( A rude awakening... )



[OOC: Thus starts an adventure in which the mysterious Oompa Loompas and their secret underground civilization will be exposed. They've even been upgraded to a paid account!]

(no subject)

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Also through the magic of Millitime

Asmodean walked downstairs from his room. He would not want anyone to connect him to the dark hooded figure who just recently entered. Fortunately he can teleport.

Asmodean taped a brief note to the board thanking whoever lowered his tab.

In celebration of his tab reduction, Asmodean puts cream cheese on his bagel. So that leaves our bard with a glass of red wine, and a bagel with cream cheese sitting in a booth by himself. His harp is sitting beside him.

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

*The air swirls, and Moiraine appears in the room. The Aes Sedai glances about-- although she is composed, as usual, she seems subtly tense.*

*After a moment, she collects a cup of tea from the bar, and takes it to her usual table.*

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Look - it's Dawn. She's in the bar, having something to eat - burger, pizza, whatever and soda. She's there. Go, talk to her. Or something.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna enters, her sunburn considerably better than it was yesterday. After quickly scanning the bar, she takes a seat on the couch and exhales loudly. She had spent most of the night thinking and practicing out by the lake, eventually falling asleep under a tree near dawn. Staring at the fire, she smiles at the thought of the squires she had sparred with for an hour today.

She is totally unaware of the fact that she has straw in her hair.*

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom warily walks into the bar from the House of Arch. He's not eyeing the dark corners of the bar with a mix of dread and curiosity. Oh no, not at all.*

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

Cally's back in the bar with her newspaper.

She's frowning at it.

She's doing the crossword puzzle and trying to remember exactly what ichthyologist's study.

If it doesn't occur to her soon, she'll probably have to give in and buy tea. Or something stronger, depending on how the rest of the crossword goes.

(no subject)

[angryadolescent.livejournal.com]

Kronos is in the bar, sitting at a table, eating buffalo wings and drinking whiskey.

He's also obviously irritable as he has spent the last hour mangling a piece of wood with one of his daggers. Not carving mind you, mangling.

There's a huge difference.

Out of Milliways: New Loompaland

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

( Apprehension... )

(no subject)

[kidontheraft.livejournal.com]

Timmy inna bar! To the oxygen reserves!

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy is in the bar.

He's in a booth at the moment, drinking a cup of coffee when he's not smoking a cigarette. Impressively, he's holding both in the same hand.

He's also looking in the direction of the door now and again.

(no subject)

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

She'd made a promise to be there for her brother's wedding, and it's because of this that the front door opens and Leia steps through.

She looks very much the diplomat that she is, tonight, as she looks around for someone that she knows.

(no subject)

[half-giant.livejournal.com]

*Hagrid creeps down the staircase (as much a man his size can creep) to find that the previous evening was not a dream. He’s pretty sure he recognizes the pretty waitress as Val, the girl Ron introduced him to before, but sees no other familiar faces in the crowd…. Save one.

That young man sitting on a stool - he is the spitting image of young Tom Riddle, the boy that framed him and got him expelled from school over fifty years ago. He knows that it can’t possibly really be Tom, but he feels the urge to keep his pink umbrella within his reach, and to sit at the bar with his back to the disconcerting youth.*

“I need four pints of mulled mead, and some dinner – whatever yer got. Please,” he tells the bar uncertainly.

*He smiles and relaxes when a huge tankard and a full plate appear on the bar in front of him. He’s not sure about method of payment around here, and will eventually have to see about a job. But for now, he places some coins on the bar, and bends over his meal.*

(no subject)

[sir-apropos.livejournal.com]

A young boy hobbles down the steps, cane in hand. He's looks around once, as if confused, and then nods, having figured it out.

Not home still. Stroker's Inn hadn't manage to figure out where it was supposed to be yet. Which, he thought to himself, was just fine since the people here all seemed ready to defend him, pay for him, and treat him nicely.

Even if some of them were very confusing.

So he makes his way down, looks around for some of the people he might have met the other night, hobbling along carefully.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina enters Milliways and orders a nerf steak and a glass of water, which she takes over to an empty booth near the door once it comes. She takes out a datapad from her flightsuit pocket, and places it on the table in front of her, punching in a code to access her files. She knows she probably should be settling in on Denon, but visiting Milliways was too tempting. She's working, but wouldn't mind destractions.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Once again, Cuthbert is sprawled on a couch with his feet dangling over the armrest.

He's munching on the chocolate bar Brian gave him last night.

Gunslinger on a sugar high. Approach with caution.

But do feel free to approach.

(no subject)

[elhombrelobo.livejournal.com]

There's a new person in the bar.

This is nothing new - loads of new people enter the bar all the time.

He heads over to a poorly-lit area of the bar, not caring how he got here; only that the bar has two things: hard liquor and fast women.

For now though a light siesta is in order.

You can talk to him if you like, but Sim's not the most chatty of people you could find.

(And don't worry about startling him - he'll hear you coming.)

(no subject)

[got-batteries.livejournal.com]

Hurley enters the bar and sits down anxiouly looking around for a member of the waitstaff to scurry by.

(no subject)

[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke is in the bar once again, settling on a barstool. "Something cold and refreshing," he tells the bar, and it produces what is recognizably a glass of iced tea.

(no subject)

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

It was time for work. She just hoped it would pay well.

Virginia threw on an apron and came out of the kitchen with her tray (ice-white, and covered with a design of green vines and red roses), a steno pad, and a pen tucked behind her ear.

"I hate this job," she muttered, just because she did, even if she wasn't working it at the Grill near Central Park (or any of the other greasy spoon's she'd scraped away a living at), and then she got to work, trying to look more helpful and cheerful than she felt (you got more tips that way).

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil is in the bar and definitely isn't watching the door - not at all.

Instead he is busying himself with taking round the bowls and baskets of crisps and nuts and paradoxes and turning over in his mind the applications he has had for the kitchen jobs and how best to organise his remaining staff to cover the 24 hour days that Milliways increasingly seems to demand.

He would like to speak to Yamino at some point - but supposes he can always leave a note.

As he moves around, he glances at the door from time to time, but he isn't watching it - oh, no.

Sitting back

[sexyblacktruck.livejournal.com]

Back in the bar again. He wished he could shake this place. He slumped back in his chair and pulled his cap down over his eyes. Trek and Erica might as well go do their own thing. It was pretty obvious by now that whatever Team they'd left they didn't have any interest in anymore. Maybe when he finished this beer he'd feel more like socializing.

As it was now, he was just a guy in the bar, settled back in the chair watching the world go by.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew meanders downstairs, sits down at the bar, orders a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and sits munching thoughtfully.*

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

The front door slides open, and Simon Tam walks in.

He looks tired.

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. Please talk to her. She's all friendly and stuff.*

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland sits at the bar. "Half a roast chicken," he says, "and coffee."

The chicken appears. So does the coffee. So does a note. Roland reads it.

If it had been an emergency, Eddie would have come to find him immediately. Roland will go see him later.

In the meantime, there's a chicken carcass to demolish.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

That sounds like the clump of shoes with chunky heels coming down the stairs... but wait, does anyone who lives up there even have the things?
Apparently so. And zebra-stripe-patterned tights, and a BRIGHT blue skirt that's just short of knee-length, and a lighter blue blouse... and a more or less familiar face at the top of all that, even if it's under an unfamiliar hairstyle (which, on second glance, is probably a wig).
Sharp eyes may have noticed that Angel was markedly scarce in the main bar, over the weekend. Equally sharp wits might observe that there are people who can spend that long trying to figure out what to wear.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks into the bar, only slightly sullen, picking up her tray, and singing to herself. She's singing to herself, quietly. Val's mun is not all that creative tonight with entrance post.

This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world!
And while she looked so sad in photographs,
I absolutely love her,
When she smiles...

How many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears.
And I can be so insincere,
Making her promises never for real!
As long as she stands there waiting,
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes!
How many days disappear?
When you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day,
And your hair never falls in quite the same way-
But you never seem to run out of things to say.

(no subject)

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf storms out the door.

Going by the lake, he continues to stalk through the slushy mud, to the woods. Wet, cold feet are murder for any glimmer of a good mood that might pop up.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael takes his accustomed place at the corner of the bar and orders a cup of tea, setting his violin beside him on a barstool. Ah, tea. Tea is Good. Yrael looks content as only a not'cat can, in human form.*

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Hel enters. Her hair, as always, is plaited and arranged so that the left half of her face is hidden behind the thick mass.

She wants a seat, mead, and to not have to deal with anyone who knows Valkyrie. Unfortunately, Bar won't give her wine.

Its not her fault that water in her time isn't good to drink, so they drink mead or small beer instead.

(no subject)

[koreandrummer.livejournal.com]

Lane is walking out of Luke's on her way home, but instead of the calm and tranquil Star's Hollow street, she ends up in Milliways. She wanders around looking for someone to talk to. She would adore the company after all.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

The door burst open, and Asar-Suti walks in, laden with two Bottomless Bags that of course weigh nothing, no matter how much you put in them - and three young trees.

He sees Gil and walks over at once, complete with trees and everything.

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom sweeps happily through the bar, carefully cleaning up all debris that has gathered, and ensuring that he has completed his duties before returning to his beloved's side; it wouldn't do to leave a mess around her, now would it?*

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Valkyrie inna Bar. Jeans, keds, blue blouse and naval jacket. That work?

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River steps through the door, bare feet silent and stepping carefully from deck grating to Milliways floorboards. She looks distractedly around the room, at the floor and ceiling and fire; when she sees Simon, she brightens a little and heads towards him.

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bartleby makes a choice.]