milliways_bar | Mar. 22nd, 2005

Mar. 22nd, 2005

Susan walks down the stairs into the room, carrying something carefully in her cupped hands. She goes to the bar and sets Joanie down on the bartop.

The tiny elephant has her trunk wrapped around a small plastic dinosaur, and is tugging it about gleefully.

gone_byebye

Ray must've slipped out of the bar at some point ~~and his mun will do an OOM post for it, even though it will only be a short one~~, because he enters the bar via the front door and has to divert to the cloakroom to divest himself of his pack and equipment before ordering a beer and sitting down.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy sits at the bar, sipping a cup of tea and failing to swing her heels. Her knitting needles are jabbed into a fuzzy pile of wool beside her. Close inspection will reveal that it is a tiny green sweater.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways/OOM]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain in the bar. Burger and fries and coffee. Miminalist entrance post.

Have at.

i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com

Columbia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[ooc: We were readying to do a thread tonight...and realized none of us had OOM-noted these posts. *facepalm* Blame no sleep, and way too much breaky. So we're saving your flists and doing an OOM-zilla of sorts. ....And would help if I posted this in the right comm. *double facepalm*]

[OOM: Yesterday, Chris reacts to the news that Jack killed her father. Kim tries to talk to her, exactly why no-one's sure. Jack goes to talk to Chris so she can yell at him and get it over with. Eventually she vents and he escapes to his room to break down. Today it's about fathers and daughters as Kim tries talking with Jack, but meets the "Jack Wall" head-on, and while Chris feels awful, Ryan brings her soup and comfort.]

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: The Village SDTK - I Cannot See His Colour

gramarye1971

*The door into the bar opens, and a sharp gust of wind sprays droplets of water into the area immediately around the door. The echo of thunder rumbles in with both wind and water, and a rather drenched Old One enters the bar and closes the door quickly before another gust of wind can bring more rain in with it.*

*With perhaps more dignity than is really necessary (though understandable, given his mildly bedraggled appearance), Merriman proceeds to close and furl his umbrella and remove his dripping wet hat and overcoat, run a hand through his hair, and carefully make his way toward the bar proper.*

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

[ooc: Upstairs...]

He walks down the steps, adjusting his leather jacket and his goggles as he goes. The Cosmic Rod is held firmly in one hand as he trots down the steps and his eye is on the door as he starts walking across the bar towards the door someone told him lead to a lake area. He pauses in the middle of the floor to secure the baby monitor, adjusting the volume carefully until he can hear Teddy sleeping. After that's done, he starts walking again.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole wanders his way downstairs, feeling quite a bit better this morning than he did yesterday. The lack of nightmares might have something to do with that.

He makes a quick stop at the bar for some oatmeal, eggs and coffee, then heads to a booth to eat and write.

[OOC]Mun is writing a paper, so responses may not be quick.[/OOC]

go-between.livejournal.com

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

"What'll it be?"

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry enters the bar. He's dressed in a really nice collarless white button-down shirt, pressed gray slacks and penny loafers. It's almost as it he has a reason to dress neatly, isn't it?

He gets a cup of tea and a bagel - not green, happily - and heads to his usual spot by the fireplace.

[ooc: Mun facing the budget of doom today. Slowtime probable.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in the bar. He has found a yoyo.

"Does this belong to anyone?"

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim skips down the stairs, smiling like the cat who ate the canary. He is positively glowing, he's so darn happy. Amazing what a night of sex in the mud can do for you. Yeh, i know, TMI. Tim dances across to the bar, smiling.*

Tea please my dear.

*And he accepts his cup, turning that beaming smile on the rest of the bar. Come, talk to him, you won't bring him down.*

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Esk has recovered nicely. She wasn't as drunk as she thought she was, after all.
She's reading by the fire, with hawk, today. Come catch up with her!

bloodyrockgod

Something is wrong.

Charlie is jittery this morning and he really couldn't tell you why. He broke two guitar strings while practicing outside today, and sits now at the piano tuning the new ones. He is also cursing a lot under his breath. The tuning is not going well.

lvpd_sidle

Sara walks into the bar. Instead of her normal practical ensemble, she is wearing jean capris, sandals, and a sleeveless cream colored blouse.

She is in a very good mood today. Pester if you like.

Current Mood: cheerful

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

Iris zips on downstairs. She's anxious to paint her room but she wants to prove to Archie that she can in fact finish it in less than fifteen minutes. Also she has to figure out how she's going to get the bar to give her the right shade of blue. Hoo.

Until then, there's probably someone she can bother or introduce herself to.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

The door opens and Liz Parker stumbles through, landing on her hands and knees. Her hair swings foward, and she reaches a hand up to push it out of her eyes. She stands up quickly, looking around, feeling much like Alice through the rabbit hole. She's not in the cave on the reservation anymore, in fact, she has no idea where she is.

Clutching the straps of her backpack in her hands, she stands there, wondering where that space in the cave led her. Anyone want to help the misplaced teen?

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen walks into the bar (with Pegasus) and tacks a note to the board.

Dear Patrons of Milliways--It has been recommended to me that there should be a club for those single patrons wishing to meet other singles. If anyone else thinks that this is a good idea, has any suggestions, wishes to help me coordinate it, or just wants to ask about it, please contact Helen. You can find me in the main bar or in Room 214.

That done, she gets a cup of cocoa for herself and an apple and greens salad for Melina, and curls up in a comfy chair by the fire.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer saunters down the stairs smiling to himself. He's in a good mood for the second day in a row. That might worry some people.

It also might be noticed that he's not wearing a tutu. Life is good.

mnt_mike

[OOM: Strange things are afoot in Suite 134.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina smiles to herself as she walks down the stairs into the bar. She goes to the bar and sits, ordering a Corellian brandy. She stiffles a yawn, but ignores it, feeling more content than she was the last time she was here.

feintsoncue.livejournal.com

Ever since being given a bed in the pantry by Mister Gil, Walter has been sweeping, cleaning, wiping, washing up and generally doing odd jobs aorund the place without being asked, almost on auto pilot.

He is currently collecting dirty plates and glasses on a tray to wash up. The tray rattles alarmingly with his bizarre walk, but he also never tilts or drops it.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, inna bar. She's got the cocoa, she's got the almost finished book, she's got a supremely smug and self-satisfied grin... yup, she's set.
Feel free to bug her. She's going to be out of book soon.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters from the House of Arch. He's got another of Tom's books, and one of the Paravian translations as well.

audieraines.livejournal.com

Audrey has angst, not beer or wine for once. She's also inna bar.

Current Mood: coming with the angst

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

And there, rolling out of the Staff Quarters and looking supremely tired, is a lady gunslinger. A real bitch on wheels. At least, until she's had coffee.

She rolls up to the Bar to fix this. It's a careful process, that involves her climbing out of her wheelchair and onto a barstool, asking politely for a cup of coffee, sliding said cup nearly to the edge of the Bar, swinging off the barstool and back into her wheelchair, reaching up for the cup of coffee and wedging it between her legs before (carefully!) wheeling her way to an empty table.

She settles in, sipping contentedly at the hot caffinated goodness.

[ooc: Mun has midterm on the morrow. Slowtime!]

drmalcolm.livejournal.com

Malcolm has been living here since his first entrance. Honest.
Look, I was really sick. Give me a break.
Anyway, he's definitely around now. Come talk to him.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert inna bar. Coffee inna mug. Nothing out of the ordinary to see here, folks.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes down into the bar. She has her sketchbook and what she calls her 'box of colours' with her.

There is no sense in being depressed all the time, after all, and if she will be leaving soon, she wants to enjoy her time here.

Elaine gets a dinner of fish and chips with a Cherry Coke, sits down at a table, and begins sketching in between bites of dinner.

Before long, there are smudges of charcoal pencil on her cheeks and nose.

Current Mood: artistic

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes downstairs with a píle of books. That's not all that new, but this time, they aren't books on magic, they're on gardening. The have disparate titles ranging from "Gardening Basics For Dummies" through "The Medieval Herb Garden" to "Easy Feng-Shui Gardening."

He's got a large sheet of paper on which he starts drawing, and a small notebook in which he keeps checking things. He's taking up the whole coffee table; even his thermos and cup have been relegated to the floor.

He's really waiting for either Sara Sidle or Gil (or both) to turn up so they can begin the practical part of planting, but until then, he will gladly talk to anyone who'll come and tell him to move his stuff because he's being a resource hog, or perhaps speak to him in a friendlier way?

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Warren's in the bar, and now you'll all pay.

...

For your own drinks because he isn't feeling expansive today and hasn't needed to try and buy sexual intercourse for some time now.

gris_bug_man

Plot post: Sara and Grissom only.

Grissom has found himself back in the bar. Deciding not to wonder how he arrived, or why he was there, he finds a table to sit and brood in.

He is startled by the approach of a person.

"Hey." Looking up, his breath catches.

He hasn't seen Sara in several weeks.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( Trapped... )

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Faith in the bar.

She is sitting on a booth, carving stakes again, but not looking too dangerous.

Feel free to approach.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

The Triplets were in the Bar, but they spied A Sawyer going somewhere with that tutu, and they decide to follow him.

"BurnburnburnburnburnburnBurnburnburnburnburnburnBurnburnburnburnburnburnBurnburnburnburnburnburnBurnburnburnburnburnburnBurnburnburnburnburnburn"

Current Mood: devious

gris_bug_man

His conversation with Sara finished, Grissom is now studying the other patrons of the bar.

Feel free to screw with his worldview.

Current Mood: calm

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's in the bar, cleaning off some random tables. Her braid is tied with a bit of cream-coloured lace, as if she wasn't really paying attention when she did it. Wash the table, clean the dishes. It's another day in the life of the head waitress.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe's asked the Bar for some seeds of some sort so she can plant something to replace the tree Hawkins had to kill in order to save her life. She's going outside to plant whatever is in the bag of seeds. Anyone with planting experience is free to join her, as there is a reason she was never allowed a puppy as a child.

Current Mood: hopeful

agirllost

Kim's in the bar. She was downstairs yesterday too but nothing important happened.

So she's sitting at the Bar and eating a chicken salad sandwich.

Feel free to bother her.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

There's Tony, in a booth, writing more letters.

Current Mood: busy

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley sits in the booth, casually listening to his CD player. Ho is not in much of a carousing mood, but that doesnt' mean he wouldn't mind some company.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is in the bar, at a booth. His backpack is on the table, and he's looking at it as if he possibly wants to kill it.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes downstairs, trying to soothe an unusually cranky Megan, who's grizzling as he carries her in.

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

Lady Death floats in, trailed by her Nameless Hellhounds. The two beasts roam through the bar slowly, under her watchful eye as she pauses at the counter to order mead.

Inevitably, they discover the door to the lakeside and want out.

So she goes to let them outside and trails behind them as they explore.

[Edit]

She floats back inside, Zedd in her arms. She takes him to the couch and lays him on it, to be warmed by the fire. Her Hellhounds (who now give off the redolent odor of 'wet hellhound') look on.

milliways_sawyer

If anyone happens to wander outside, they might see a decent sized pile of stick, brush, and whatever other halfway dried wood Sawyer can find.

They might also see a tutu in a pile on the ground.

It's time for that thing to go.

turnipman.livejournal.com

What’s that funny smell? Why is there green smoke coming from the kitchens? Why do the rats seem edgy tonight? And who placed a massive order for mangel-wurzels with the bar’s food supplier?

Why, Baldrick’s been promoted to sous-chef!

Don’t worry, he’s expanding his range. He’s even bought some new cookbooks. No longer can you be sure that his cooking comes from 1001 Exciting Things to do With Root Vegetables.

He emerges from the kitchens, oven glove in one hand and list of specials in the other.

2nite’z fUud SepciaLz:

sRtaters:
leek + potAtoe suuP
poRc patE wiv frNech bred

maIn coUrseS:
veNNison chops in msutaRd sauce
bakEd fLounDer wiv gArlick buTter
vgetrArian bLack beAn cHili

He hangs around to take orders, and keeps a look out for Indy to tell him how much he enjoyed the cocktail party. Where is he, anyway?

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

Sometime yesterday, David went home.

But he's back. Y'all can stop ~~not~~ panicking now.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean again finds himself at the most out of the way booth that he could acquire. A glass of wine, a bagel with cream cheese, and a harp sit around him. He looks vaguely unsettled.

Feel free to bother him.

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid comes down the stairs with a look of determination on his face (though it’s hard to make out under all the hair), and strides determinedly to the door. Again. He finds it locked. Again. This is the third time today that he’s tried it, but it seems he’s really stuck here.

Ron told him that he’s probably stuck here until he’s completed some sort of task- but didn’t know what it that might be. Maybe that was why Ron was stuck here as well, though he hadn’t seen him for a few days.

He walks back over to his slightly crumpled stool at the bar and contemplates why he might have been sent here. He wishes he could owl Dumbledore to find out What he should do next.

[ooc – Mun is trying to get reluctant kids in bed, so replies may be slow]

firstwizard.livejournal.com

About mid morning Zedd came down from his room with a bundle of cloth in his hands, looking very protective of it. He walked straight for the lake, if anyone had tried to talk with him he would not have noticed. He was in a hurry.

( trying to cast a spell )

He will not feel good when he wakes up.

[ooc: This is a closed thread for plot purposes.]

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

And Hannibal Lecter is in the bar.
What? You were expecting Shakespeare?

proud-roman.livejournal.com

Cautiously down the stairs into the bar and across to the counter. Looking around for a servitor he lays one of his few remaining coins on the wood and asks for well watered wine.

The coin disappears and a pottery beaker and jug is there in it's place. Since the coin was silver a mark appears on the tab sheet beside his name but he doesn't notice this.

He picks up the jug and the beaker, pours, sips and looks around curiously and a little apprehensively.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole's still in the bar, though he's not really working on the spell anymore. After meeting with Eska, it's close enough to complete that he figures the rest will form when the four of them meet to finalize the process. He grabs a light dinner from the bar consisting of a Roast Beef and Havarti sandwich ~~thanks to Wolf-mun~~ and a glass of brandy. Come talk to him.

[OOC]I'll only be on for an hour, but will be back later tonight.[/OOC]

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Rhalen Lyngar was partaking in the sights and sounds of Milliways. Dressed in a flowing white silk robe adorned with gold and silver embroidery, the professor almost looked too pretty to be a male. Almost. A glass of deep red wine sat with him at the table.

Perhaps some better company for the Professor?

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

oom: the dream gets worse.

Smeagol runs downstairs, stops at the bottom, and looks around with a panicked expression that only abates slightly when he isn't greeted by the sight of a blood bath.

He turns around and runs upstairs again, just as quickly.

lvpd_sidle

Sara, growling under her breath, is quickly writing a letter for Faith.

( Faith--FYI )

With a sigh, Sara lays the letter on top of the Bar. "Give this to Faith for me, please?" The letter sinks in and Sara walks away, feeling drained.

Current Mood: angry

bob_the_skull

There's a Bob - onna bar!

No, look, really - he's RIGHT THERE.

And seriously - you'll have to walk over to him, since, you know, he has, like, no legs and stuff.

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

Chase-mun's Internet connection is behaving itself only sporadically, but he's chilling in the bar right now nonetheless. Feel free to bug him; he could use some company.

mogget_cat

*There is a not'cat leaning up against the bar. He has his violin with him, now. The strings sing lightly, of joy and freedom and the new-coming Spring. Notes flutter by like new leaves in a crisp breeze, dappling the bright green of the growing grass with patches of shadow in the bright sunlight. The violin's melody flows out to all who would hear, a cheefully flowing stream of notes, rippling up arpeggios and down chromatics as smooth as the pebbles along the bottom of a streambed. Yrael smiles to himself under the brim of his white hat. The amber and white gold violin-shaped pin on his hatband glints brightly from the light.*

Current Mood: cheerful

nita_callahan

OOM: Nita finds an interesting trinket. . .

And the aftermath upstairs.

eyemightbite.livejournal.com

Upstairs in his room, The Corinthian finally sets down the staple gun and opens his bottle of wine.
The entire room, floor-to-ceiling, has been covered in taffeta, giving it the impression of being inside a very large pillow.
There are 8 frames of various sizes hung almost randomly across two walls opposite his bed, desk, armoire, and bookcases.

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. *

sai_delgado

Susan comes downstairs once again, and goes to the bar.

Shortly afterwards, she's curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate, looking around the room.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd bursts through the doors to the lake with extreme distress covering his face. Close behind him is Lady Death following him outside.

Once he is about 10 feet from the door a pulse of air shoots out from him as he pulls out a massive amount of power to cover the lake with a fine toth comb so to say.

Strands of magic shoot from his body and begin searching everywhere. He is not leaving anything to chance in what might have happened to it, or where it may have been moved to.

He turns to Lady Death with a deathly serious look. His magic can be felt crawling over anyones skin that is close to him. The air is thick with his need to find the locket.

"You don't have to help me. I got myself into this mess and if you don't want to get involved any farther I will not force you to help me."

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is in bar.

With post-Valkyrie trauma. (Okay, she's sitting in a booth drinking hot chocolate that still isn't laced with alcohol because the Bar thinks she's too young, and trying to deal with being informed that she's going to be nice to the Valkyrie. Its close enough to trama.)

gonna_live

[ooc Pressing my luck here both with hoping the computer doesn't crash and hoping I don't get caught up and online so I may dissappear, but hopefully not]

Kaylee enters the bar with a smile. Come admire her pretty smile.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim comes storming out of the staff quarters, rage nearly dripping off him. He stands in front of the bar and roaors out.*

WHO PAINTED MY ROOM PINK?

*He storms back to the staff quarters, then storms out once more.*

AND WHY THE HELL IS THERE A MIRROR IN THERE?

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

(Not-quite-post Milliways ...)

She stands against the wall, Nameless Hellhounds at her side, casually leaning there, watching the people come in and go out. Waiting for the person whose scent matches the one who may have taken a locket from lakeside.

The Hellhounds will let her know when they smell him.

(ooc: Mun is gone for the day and won't be back until 7:00 pm pacific. Lady Death is waiting to pounce Smeagol. If his mun could respond with an ooc note so we could converse?)

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava, in a booth, papers spread out over the table. A half-eaten dinner pushed to one side, being eyed by a sleepy calico cat. She's dressed in jeans, a western blouse, leather vest and riding chaps. She did leave the wide-brimmed hat in her room, at least.

Current Mood: studious

river_meimei

Simon's voice comes first: "All right, River, I'm coming. Where are we--"

River enters, cheerfully pulling her brother behind her by the hand. He steps through the door behind her, and looks around. "...Ah. All right."

River doesn't respond, except to continue heading for the door to the lake. She's smiling, but focused, clearly with a goal in mind.