milliways_bar | Apr. 21st, 2005

Apr. 21st, 2005

mediocresaint.livejournal.com

~~Mun laughs at bedtimes and pours hot coffee on alarm clocks.~~

Salieri is in the bar, with a big wad of paperwork that he didn't finish the other night. He's humming the Milliways overture, and he has a bowl of chocolatl to drink. That makes him pretty approachable.

prettymaids

*And the mun said 'Let There Be Drusilla' and there was...

She's at the bar with a glass of faux blood at body temperature and some of those flowering onion things that Spike was always so fond of.*

prydeful

Kitty? Check.

Coffee? Check.

Universe ending? Check.

Must be an entrance post.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Tony tells Michelle about the future according to Chris Chappelle. Both have mutual worryschmoop before going to bed. ]

still-michael.livejournal.com

Kitt. Michael. Train through the Sierra Nevadas. Three hundred and fifty comments of... random conversation.

gone_byebye

It's morning, so far as Ray's internal biological rhythms are concerned. Last night's sleep came with an extra heaping helping of REM. Maybe this cleared out his psyche, maybe not- all he knows is he woke up in the middle of it and is still feeling vaguely as if he has a toothache in his brain. Or not a toothache, but a piece of corn stuck between his teeth.

In his brain. Um.

Well, he's awake and he's in the bar, so.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard's behind the bar and has the caffeine.

"What'll it be?"

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry, in civvies, is off in the corner by the fireplace, reading a college-level French language textbook, with Phantom of the Opera on the floor, as well as an English-language first aid guide. He's calm today.

[ooc: His mun is most likely to be harried, though, with slowtime likely at any time during the day.]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

Mordred's in the bar, lounging at his normal table near the front. Instead of a leather jacket, he's wearing a knitted red jumper. Dark red, to be sure, and his pants are still black...but at least he's branching out.

The dead prince is also reading the Illiad, apprently upside-down. And in Latin.

Current Mood: curious

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

Lane is back in the bar because she foundadoorat the musicshop and it lead here. She likes it here.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max and his weird ketchup-covered Belgian waffles are eating breakfast with Michael, just in case anyone's looking for him.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy's in the bar with tea and newspaper. Come say hello.

[ooc: mun is in until 1.05 GMT i.e. for the next hour after this is posted.]

alien-isabel.livejournal.com

And enter alien number three! She grabs her tray ready to go to work with a smile. But something's bugging her a bit. Blame Liz.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Might as well have all of the Roswellians in there, huh? So there's Liz, sitting at the bar with her backpack by her stool, sipping on a Sprite. Looks like she's going someplace soon.

lvpd_sidle

Sara's in the bar ~~plotting her mun's demise~~ staring aimlessly off into space.

But hey, she's no longer brooding. Bother her if you like.

Current Mood: bored

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

Erin’s in the bar early. She has her lunch with her: a grilled chicken salad and a glass of fruit juice. She’s relaxed.

[ ooc: 24plot... Tony only, although both pups may be in the bar later tonight for pestering ]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy wanders in from the cells, and heads straight to the bar. A note arrives with her tea, and she picks it up, curiously.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

Once again, there's a MacManus in the bar.

More specifically, he's in what the mun guesses is now his usual booth, eating lunch. He probably wouldn't mind talking with anyone, though.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits out in the garden, with coffee, and is reading the newspaper Guppy has given him.

He is fascinated by all the background coverage about the new pope. Asar-Suti is a god, and finds religion important. All religion - especially one of the largest Earth faiths.

[[OOC: The usual: mun at work, replies slow/intermittent; due to leave for home at 4 pm GMT, too.]]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

After his conversation with Erin, Tony takes his sub and finds a booth in the furthest corner of the bar. He has...a lot to think about. But he's not exempt from pestering.

Current Mood: weird

bedside-manners.livejournal.com

[OOM: The night before]

Janet comes down stairs and walks over to the bar. She asks for a pen and paper then sits down for a moment to write something before getting up to tack the note onto the message board.

( To whom it may concern )

She heads back over to the bar and orders something to eat.

Current Mood: optimistic

ohjeffrey.livejournal.com

Jeff sits down at the couch again, then blinks. Looking to the empty spot next to him, and the empty comfy chair at the end of the table, then back to the pint he has in his hand, he decides:

"You know, it's just not the same without other people."

He looks around and gestures for someone, anyone to sit down.

nita_callahan

[OOM: After these conversations with Yrael and Kim, Nita goes up to her room and does some serious thinking, coming to the conclusion that independence is a virtue.]

nita_callahan

Look! A Nita!

She's sitting at the Bar, tea in hand and a half-eaten tuna sanwich next to her. She looks tired, but calm, considering the shape she was in yesterday. Carrying the pensive theme of the last few days, she's gazing absently into space.

[OOC: In which Salieri is a DIRTY OLD MAN (with whitetext); Peach and Nita reunite and discuss the Endless; and Kim and Jack each check on Nita.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith.

Booth.

Crossbow.

Lots of bolts.

Knife.

Big. Honkin'. Sword.

diehard_daniel

Daniel is in a booth with a cup of coffee.

There is no research. There is, however, a very somber expression.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael is in a booth near the back of the room. He's bored.

You can tell this because he's using his telekinesis to push around the salt and pepper, as well as whatever else happens to be on the table, in some kind of vague pattern.

notabricklayer.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and a heavily loaded Dr. McCoy stumbles through. He's carrying four emergency packs, plus his own personal bag that he takes most everywhere. From the look on his face as he comes through, he's expecting the aftermath of an all-out battle, but seems relieved when a normally-functioning Milliways is there instead.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jaina and Sawyer talk.]

milliways_sawyer

Entering through the front door, Sawyer immediately turns and heads upstairs. He needs to shower some of this sand off before he'll feel any kind of sociable.

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee's in the bar! Look, her canon hairstyle is a little different! Apparently, it's been growing out and no one has noticed, because three weeks ago it was on the short side.

There's probably some way to blame PeeJee's ponytail on Millitime.

But she's in the bar with it now, oh yes she is. With pretty new hair and a beer.

And a mun who's rather lamely excited cos this is the first real change to PeeJee's hair since blue and then black in early November and it's been purple since before she became a Milliregular and it's just nice to see a damn change.

Don't judge me.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting outside, by the lake, enjoying what sun there is.

There is a white lily woven into a braid on the side of her head. She can smell it as she sits and placidly does her embroidery.

She has not felt restless since she came to Milliways.

She is restless now, though. For the first time, she is wanting to go somewhere else.

Elaine feels certain this is ungrateful of her. After all, being at Milliways is the most freedom she's ever been granted in her entire life. And, all things considered, she loves it here.

So why does she want to know what would be beyond the forest, beyond the bar, beyond where every thing would be if they were on Earth for real?

Elaine shakes her head at her own musings, smiles, and continues with her embroidery.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes downstairs for the first time in a few days. He sits at the bar and says quietly, "Waffles with strawberries, please." Up pops his breakfast, along with a letter. He frowns, opens it, and reads it, and then has to sit for some minutes with his hand pressed to his mouth.

There's only one thing to do. He goes to the piano and plays.

( I heard the noise of thunder )

Here's to you, Joe.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is, once again, or perhaps still, in a bar.
She looks sleepy ~~kinda like her mun~~, and is reading a book... or that may be a ruse, since she's been reading the same page for a good half hour now, at least. She may not be the most avid reader, but she's not that slow.

balletrat

[OOC: Two days ago. Meg tells Moiraine about Joe's death.]

balletrat

*Meg heads into the bar from out back and sits down at the counter for a cup of coffee. She's been practicing again, all day, with everything - sword, gun, her own two feet.

As usual, it's a good way not to think.*

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR in bar. Which admittedly sounds like it might be part of a Dr. Seuss story, but rest assured that the first person to try and stick a stripey hat and bowtie on KARR is going to come away from the experience with a mangled foot.

He's grumpy like that.

lordpeter.livejournal.com

Lord Peter has begun to make a habit of sleeping during the morning, when it is at least somewhat warm by the lake, and coming into the bar in the afternoon. He looks more well-rested and, importantly, is wearing trousers today. They are quite nice grey flannel trousers, though they do not precisely go with his diamond-checked tunic.

Still, it beats tights.

He saunters into the bar with his mask tied to a belt loop and his jam jar dangling from his fingers, a few small coins clinking in the bottom. His hair is sleeked back as best one can without brilliantine, and although he still looks tired, his eyes are sharp.

He sets the jam jar on top of the piano but doesn't begin playing quite yet; instead, he crosses to the bar and requests some Bach sheet music. Music in hand and one coin down, he seats himself and begins to play. Soon the hard lines of his face soften somewhat, and his stiff posture falls away into the natural slouch of a born pianist.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(Outfit 1 with veil)

Mina glides down the stairs, with a couple Time-Life books in her hands. She drops them off on one of the end-tables next to an empty chair fire-side, then goes to the bar. She orders a glass of warm blood and goes back to the chair and begins reading.

She looks very calm.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Rhalen is lying on his back across the couch looking up at the ceiling. He has recently acquired a small paddle with a ball attached to it by an elastic cord. He was rather sure that this was not what he had in mind when he asked the bar for a diversion.

Regardless, the professor in the white robe is lying on his back and playing with this strange device. He seems to be working it rather well. Though not overly easy, he is attempting to look dignified while doing so. This may be counter-productive.

thecoolone

Be nice, Bill, be nice. It will get you a hell of a lot further in this world than being rude. Meet it not halfway but full-on.

Bill glances over to where Tom Riddle sits. He can do this.

He can be polite.

He will be polite.

http://users.livejournal.com/_queue_/

There is a flash of light, and then ... tutu.

A second flash of light heralds Q's arrival. He looks at the tutu with an annoyed look. "I think you suppose you're clever."

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is sitting at his table. He has claimed it as his because it is by the window and having a nice veiw of the stars, or the lake for that matter, is always nice. Although he is sitting alone with enough food to feed four people, there are fireballs, four of them, flying around above the table. They don't seem to be dangerous by the look on Zedd's face, he merely looks amused.

blue_ajah

*The air near the bar parts, and Moiraine appears. She looks almost as normal, calm and composed, but with one marked difference.

The only sign of blue is the gemstone on her forehead. The Aes Sedai is dressed in pure white.

Moiraine turns to the bar for tea, which promptly appears, along with a letter. She picks up both items and then, after a glance at the posted notice, she goes to her preferred table.*

young_tmriddle

*Tom is in, having carved some time from his busy schedule. He hasn't heard from Arithon, but then again, he only just remembered Arithon can't read English. Blast.*

lastgunslinger

Roland is sitting at the bar, smoking. There are two apples on one side of him, and an apple core on the other side.

The first apple was crisp, and sweet. He is very much looking forward to consuming the other two.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is sitting in a rather out-of-the-way booth eatin a plate of steamed vegetables and drinking a glass of red wine. His harp is sitting nearby.

Now, exactly how Asmodean sits in a booth that is out-of-the-way in a bar with only passing acquaintance to spacial structure, dimension, and time is rather unknown. No matter where or when you are this booth is not easily accessible.

Come by and see him anyways. Go the extra abstract quantity of distance.

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's a bit nervous about the upcoming battle, and is hoping for a distraction to take his mind off of things.

eldest-wiggin.livejournal.com

Theresa is in the bar once more. She is sitting by the fire, staring at it intently. She is thinking hard, but it would probably be best if someone came by and interrupted the thoughts. They're not all good.

Distractions would be welcome.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava has a list. Names, then places, and dates. A couple of them are marked as to where she's been, others are ones that have been mentioned. All the places are tagged as 'Somehow a Version of Earth'.

The Valkyrie walks up to the Bar, and sets the list down, patting the bar top gently as she does so.

"Would you have maps of these places? Or something of that sort? Ones that are titled, and things named."

The list disappears, and a rather large atlas appears. If there was a branch of National Geographic that covered cross dimensional earths- well, that would be the familiar yellow box logo located on the cover. Svava blinks, opening the book, then beams. Another pat to the bar top. "Thank you."

The atlas is taken to a chair by the fire place. As a distraction, its top notch.

collects_ears

George walks into the bar. He has a small box tucked tightly under one arm, and is whistling to himself. He is in a very good mood. He orders a cup of tea, and balancing it carefully in his free hand, makes his way over to a table. He sits down, laying the box on a vacant chair beside him, opens the top quickly, checks the contents, and shuts it again with a smile.

leplusbeau

*There is Fleur being pretty. There is no d00m, only Fleur. Lalalala.*

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

There is an invisible girl in the bar. But she is not invisible. She is, in fact, visible, unless you don't notice her, in which case she would not be visible to you. Perhaps. Regardless, she has been in of late she's just been...not noticed. Right then.

Violet.

ratherbeinitaly.livejournal.com

Teri is in the bar still wearing her smock with paint stains. Right now she's taking a dinner break while her painting dries.

[OOC: Anyone is free to come talk to her but I especially want to hear from the 24sters who will be in the softball game.]

Current Mood: hungry

last_adam

*Out back, rather near the lake, Adam sits, tapping his foot. He looks as though he is waiting for somebody, and is distinctly bored.*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters, on her own tonight. Before she can order, Bar gives her a mug of hot chocolate and, almost hesitantly, a note. She reads it, then her eyes move to the notice board, confirming her fear. She soon retreats to her booth with the mug, silent tears dripping*

Current Mood: morose

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is still in the bar, though he is no longer at the piano. He is sitting near it, though, his feet propped up on a chair and his eyes closed.

There are a few empty glasses on the table next to him. He has Joe's letter on his chest, under his folded hands.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy trudges downstairs, pausing by the noticeboard and finally setting himself up at the bar.

He doesn't look around. Instead he orders a beer and sits vacantly tracing his finger along the veneer of the counter top. The time for war is close and the reality weighs heavily on him. Though they'd never let him admit it, he feels responsible for Meg and Mike—responsible for getting them involved. Any hope he once had is rapidly dwindling.

For a while he gazes blankly through the smoky glass of the bottle, tearing at the label. But eventually he takes a drink... and then a few more. Soon everything seems a little easier to deal with.

alas_alas

Echo skips into the bar, pens and paper at the ready. She blinks at her old booth, which is full of folage. Shrugging, she goes instead to the bar, orders green tea with honey, then looks around for people to draw.

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

Chase inna bar looking like death warmed over in a really substandard microwave.

Come distract him as he ponders how he can order without being able to talk, but be warned, he might be contagious.

[OOC: Mun going to bed now, else she will look like Chase tomorrow. Except with more hair.]

Current Mood: sick

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at the bar, gradually dropping asleep over his textbook. Unfortunately for him, as he drops off, his elbow slips and he falls off the bar stool, landing on the floor with a thud.
It certainly wakes him up. It also makes him feel a complete prat.

[OOC: Mun is working, and on caffeine, so expect typos. Guppy will be in until about 11pm GMT]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain enters the bar -- coming in from the lake door, this time, rather than down the stairs. He's just been for a walk, exploring part of the near side of the forest.

some-turnkey.livejournal.com

Doctor Fredrick Chilton comes down the stairs, wearing the same tacky suit he appeared here wearing. It isn't like he has any choice in the matter, and boy, does that chafe. He doesn't look happy. At the bottom of the stairs, he stops and looks around.

Spotting the door to the lake, he heads over and opens it. It doesn't lead to his hotel room in Brazil. He slams it shut, frustrated.

"What sort of bar is made without a door so one can leave?"

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim approaches the notice board, and pins one up.*

"Attention, All those engaged in the war on my Other. The battle will be joined saturday evening. Happy Birthday to me.
-Tim"

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, again. This time, there are no weapons, at least not that can be seen, and she's not in a booth. She's on the piano, instead, playing. Rachmaninoff's 'Prelude in G Minor' again.

She might be hitting the keys a little harder than is necessary, but she won't break them.

agirllost

Kim's reading Hamlet, yes she should have read it before but she never got around to it. So she's reading it now. She also has a plate of raw veggies (which should make mom happy).

Come talk to her.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

((OoM: After Moiraine learned about Joe and entered the Dreaming.))

Dream is in the bar. Tall, pale, and somber. He leans against one hand, half lounging without managing to look relaxed at all.

There are things he might say, if he were asked.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo is sitting pensively on the lake shore, working his way through a bottle. He's thinking about Joe, and about the upcoming war, and about the restlessness he's been feeling lately. And he's trying to decide what to do.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting in one of the booths, with a blank book open in front of him, a pencil in one hand, an intent expression on his face, and half a forgotten sandwich sitting forlornly at his elbow.*

*He seems to be ... sketching something.*

river_meimei

River is sitting at a table. She is shredding paper napkins, tearing each one meticulously into small square pieces. A few napkins lie on the table beside her, and a growing pile of fragments is heaped in front of her.

She doesn't look upset, especially, but she is focusing very intently on her task, and frowning.

prydeful

Sometime after talking to Meg in a thread that the mun is too lazy to link to, Kitty is sitting in a both.

Drinking something a BIT more alcoholic than coffee. And not quite broody.

But grumpy.

steadfastknight

A long-legged young man walked into a bar.

Once more, he didn't seem to be expecting it to be a bar. But soon enough he was smiling - this, he thought, could be very productive.

"This time," he said toward the door, "your timing was most fortuitous."

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*A sneaky former bandaid witha camera wanders down the stairs and into the bar. She isn't being sneaky at the moment but everyone should be warned that she has a camera and she will use it.*

chelleuncurled

Michelle's sitting at the Bar. She's eating a salad. She's been in the bar on and off today.

It's possible that she'd like some company.

prettymaids

*Drusilla emerges slowly from the shadows, and makes her way towards the bar, where she orders her usual faux blood at room temperature and some crumpets with jam to go with it.*