milliways_bar | Apr. 30th, 2005

Apr. 30th, 2005

There's a pilot lurking in a somewhat secluded corner of the bar. He's got his full concentration on trying to juggle three geese.

He's doing rather better than expected, too.

Something might almost suggest that he's done this before.

[Summary: Wash finds out about Tim's resurrection from Ace, meets Ingress and Harry Dresden in two separate continuities, talks to Roland about the Tams (including River's status as a gunslinger), and tells Susan the story of the geese-juggling moon.]

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

At some point, Ron received a tutu from the Bar, as per his agreement with Meg for saving him from the bondage puppet.

It was light blue.

To gently ease him into tutu-dom, and spare him some embarassment so he doesn't die of it, tonight this thread is just a thread of declaration--he is not officially in the bar.

That is all.

gone_byebye

Some hours after he went outside with his toolbox, a very tired man wearing civilian clothes and a pair of ecto-goggles trudges back into the Bar, clutching his big red toolbox in one hand. "Food," he says to the bar. "I want food." A moment's thought. "For a human."

It gives him a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and carrots.

"Thank you, Ba-" He stops to yawn. "Bar. I appreciate it."

Then he trudges off to the tables, sets the dish down first and the toolbox second, and sits down. It's been a long day.

gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com

After talking to an old friend, Molly headed out to the lake, and decided to do something she hadn't done in a long time. Dancing. It didn't matter that there was no music, because she could hear it in her head. The steps she learned at the school of dance so many years ago came back to her. She had kicked her shoes off, and danced on the grass. At times her feet barely seemed to touch the ground.

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: "Dancing Barefoot"- Patty Smyth

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

Lane wanders into the bar looking for someone specific but failing to see that person she walks over to the bar and orders a Coke. She is very happy to see a note appear with her drink. She reads the note and smiles. Then she drinks her coke.

macleod_connor

Immortal guy...

in the bar.

Drinking Glenmorangie.

Go figure.

prettymaids

*Here is a doll. She is sitting silently, as dolls are prone to do, on the surface of the bar. She does not move, but she is watching the comings and going of the people in the bar with interest. And you know what? Maybe, just maybe, she is watching you...*

aj_crawley

*Crowley's in the bar. Er, again. He's sprawled smugly in a chair by the fire, for a change, twirling the stem of his wineglass between his fingers.

He's wearing a different shirt from before. Not that you can, you know, actually tell*

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David's sitting at the bar.

He's finished The Da Vinci Code and now works on getting through Before Night Falls.

In Portugese.

Current Mood: calm

lorelai-rory.livejournal.com

In walks Rory, yeah it's a bit late for her but, well, anytime is Milliway's time in her mind.

She spots Indy at an ivy-strewn table and wanders over his way.

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

He was tired, and looking for Shannon. he hadn't seen her in several days. Did he want to? Who is he kidding, of course he wanted to.

He walks downstairs and gets a cup of coffee from the bar, irishing it up just a little before heading over to an empty table and sitting. He wonders how the hell he is going to get out of here and off the island.

huffimuffiguffi.livejournal.com

A new figure enters the bar.

Well, not so much 'enters' as 'streaks across in a panic, leaving a trail of unpleasant fluid in its wake.'

Whatever it was appears to be hiding underneath one of the larger tables by a wall. Judging from the vibrations of said table, the newcomer is shuddering.

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael comes into the bar, looking, it must be said, a little bit rumpled. He picks up a bottle of the house white on his way over to Crowley*

Current Mood: happy

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

[[OOM: After this series of unfortunate events, Xander goes back to his room and dreams. Brought to you in part by Dane Cook.]]

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

[OOM: Peter sleepwalks, Alanna is amused. Millitimed for last night.]

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

Ever since Peter has come to the bar, he has left it exactly twice. The first time was not exactly under his own willpower; the second? He left with Alanna.

This time, he is going alone, but he also means to do it. He knows he can come back, and he knows that he will now not forget. He needs to get started on his responsibilities.

And so, after talking to Alanna and making sure she knows, he heads out the door. He'll be back... but possibly, for him, not as soon as he'd like.

pee-jee.livejournal.com

Shortly after seing Eska to the door, PeeJee realizes that before she goes home she should leave a ( note for Kitt. )

"Bar, if you see Kitt before I get back, would you mind giving this to him?" As per usual, the note vanishes. "Thank you so much. I have no idea how he'll, you know, read it. But it's here!"

slayer_fray

Mel is sitting at a table, poking at her waffles thoughtfully.

This is very un-Mel like behaviour. Someone could cheer her up with good news.

lordpeter.livejournal.com

Lord Peter has managed to connect bed-in-staff-quarters with wherever he sleeps, somehow; at any rate he retains enough natural sense to go back there to sleep, though at all other times he's drawn to the bar. It's noisy and crowded, bad conditions under which to be insane, but perhaps the silence and darkness of the bare, empty room are worse still.

"Good morning, Ewings," he says, directly to the Bar. "Grub up this morning?" A plate of eggs and toast appear. "Oh splendid. How do you find such good bread in the middle of the French countryside?"

He begins to eat, continuing to talk to the bar. "Oh yes, last night. Yes, all the way from England, would you credit it? Brave little thing. Good lord no, I wouldn't keep a cat I was fond of in this camp, let alone a young woman. Well, thank you, Ewings. Sergeant Bunter made bold to wish us well -- he's going to take up service with me, you know, when all this is done. She'll have to like him, won't she? I promised him. I'm sure she will, he's a genial sort. Have you seen the Lieutenant? No? Well, there shouldn't be another raid for at least two days. Of course I know everything, Ewings."

He smiles in a friendly sort of way as he speaks, and it would be obvious to anyone watching why Peter was beloved of his men.

ooc: mun may vanish on a moment's notice, but will endeavour to entertain in the meantime.

go-between.livejournal.com

millichannel Marker!

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*There is a Tim. He's sitting at a central table, his feet up, the hood of his cloak pulled back. He is being british, by which i mean he's drinking tea. He's kind a given up on the hidey, what with Aces exuberation. It just feels really good to be back.*

balletrat

*Meg is at the bar, on her morning coffee break, her sword stuck absently in her tutu.

She looks really quite cheerful about it.*

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

Marrow sits at the bar, sipping at a glass of milk. The carton sits next to the glass. She twirls the carton, reading the side panels and snickers. "Yes, drink milk for strong bones."

Her current mood? Kind of cynical, but with a touch of childlikeness.

gone_byebye

It's morning. At least, according to the biological clock, it is.

A parapsychologist in Incredible Hulk slippers gets a cup of coffee anna bagel from the bar and heads towards the fireplace to sit. THe bagel has lox on. The parapsychologist is singing along with Paul McCartney in his head.

[The mun is ~~going for lunch and furniture now but will be back later~~back now.]

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Eska is in the bar, reading in her usual place by the fire. She's back in her wizards robes today, and her drink is most certainly hop-based, not apple.

However, she doesnt know what happened last night.

prince-sadi.livejournal.com

Daemon's at the bar, sipping a cup of coffee and paging idly through what appears to be a rather charred notebook. From his bewildered and slightly irritated expression, it would seem he's not making much headway.

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom thinks about meeting Barty Crouch

( Owl post to Tonks )

( House of Arch owl post to Bigby )

oldschooljedi.livejournal.com

Sitting at the bar for once, nursing a cup of tea is a Jedi. He seems to be observing the people around him rather acutely at the moment, perhaps trying to really figure the bar out for once. However, he is more than happy to be broken out of his thoughts.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

There is a small, black kitten sitting on the bottom step of the stairs up to the bedroooms.

It looks as though it might be pouting, if kittens could do so.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at the bar making something out of 2p coins, 10p coins, wet salty tissue paper and tin foil.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters, and collects enough shadows to give himself a dark, comforting place to sit. He's thinking, over thinking perhaps, as he has been since Joe left.

ffvii-reno.livejournal.com

Reno is..

...still in the bar.

This time, though, he's seated at the bar, with an ashtray full of cigarette butts, several bottle caps, and a half-empty beer bottle arrayed around him. The 'caps are piled into a little pyramid, and there are enough there to point to him having been there, at the bar, for quite some time.

In fact, if you were to judge by his clothes, it looks like he just may have slept there.

Every so often, he'll take a swig from the bottle, alternated by a drag off his current cigarette.

Someone come buy him a fresh beer, or somethin'?

terroristlady.livejournal.com

Shoreh (or Dina, if you're nasty) is sitting at the bar with a cup of tea. She looks decidedly peaceful for an evil terrorist.

angryadolescent.livejournal.com

Kronos is actually down in the bar for a change.

He's sitting in a shadowy corner table, cleaning under his fingernails with a dagger.

He's contemplating different types of virus strains he might be able to create while stuck in this place.

He's also contemplating going outside and doing a kata.

Yes, he really is that bored.

Current Mood: bored

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

Erin walks into the bar wearing the same suit she wore when she first came to Milliways. Purse in hand, she approaches the bar proper, placing a card on its surface. The card disappears and reappears shortly after with a small receipt. Nodding her approval, she then removes a handful of letters addressed to Zedd, Hagrid, Jack Bauer, Ryan Chappelle and Elaine. They all essentially say the same thing:

I am leaving the bar for home. Sorry I wasn’t able to say goodbye face-to-face, but I do need to return, just in case I am needed back at work. I will return soon, hopefully.

- Erin

In Elaine’s letter, she adds a postmark:

Thank you for the letter.

And with that, she departs.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

A beautiful young man wearing a white silk robe is sitting at a table by himself. Casually sipping on a glass of ice water, Rhalen casually observing the interesting denizens of the Milliways Bar.

This professor's officer door is always open. Come by and say hi.

the_antiangst

Angel's downstairs, sitting at one of the tables. He's got his notebook but doesn't appear to be doing much of anything with it, at the moment.
It seems to be a skirt sort of day.

(OOC: ~~Usual Saturday drill - leaving around 6:30 for work, will b eback between 10 and 11, eastern US time.~~
Full summary of events in the thread coming in saner hours than now.)

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

Boone comes down from his bedroom, and, after obtaining a basket of french fries and, upon asking for some reading material, a copy of Stephen King's The Stand, he goes and sits at a table to read.

[ooc: Boone-Anthy being slowtimed ~~because my daughter is a weakling~~]

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri is out walking by the lake. She's brought her lightsaber with her in case she feels like practicing later.

Right now though, she's just enjoying the sun and walking barefoot through cool grass.

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Look! It's a Helen ~~with a new icon~~. Yes, she is dressed in a turtlenect sweater and jeans. She's enjoying her tea, curled up in a chair by the fire. Pester her!

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is pounding on the piano. Not that way. Pervs.

Those familiar with power pop may recognize it as an opus by Meatloaf. It may require poking to get his attention.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Dr. Venkman's (hopefully temporary room), Still Bound-ed, the Second Day]

Peter updates his journal from the past two days, up to when he first learns that he's Bound. He grabs some food to go, and asks for some books to read. He's currently holed up in his room, studying. Titles like Psychic Protection for Dummies, Mind Control and You, Occlumency and Legilimans, a Primer, (also a copy of How to Talk Dirty and Influence People but only because Peter likes Lenny Bruce) are strewn across the room. In fact, Peter's face is hidden by the book he's at the moment engrossed in, " The Limitless Mind." He also cross-references, "Practical Guide to Psychic Self-Defense and Well-Being" and "Psychic Vampires: Protection from Energy Predators & Parasites." It's looking to be a long day and night.

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Pressure" - Billy Joel

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid is in the gardens, wand in hand, coaxing his sprouting pumpkin seedlings to grow into mature plants, one by one.

He saw a sign before coming out about circuses, and wonders what it is. Maybe he'll stick around to find out...

Come and keep him company while he works.

[ooc - computer's being dodgy. Sorry if I disappear suddenly. If I do, we can slowtime.]

smallestopener

*Pretend this is much earlier in the day, before Tom has taken everyone on their family outing.

Ingress sits on the floor under her poster on the notice board. She figures maybe people don't know about the owls, so she should wait there, just in case someone has some information. She draws pictures of squids in her notebook.*

OOC: only here for a very short time

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

Chase slowly descends the stairs into the bar, eyes closed, looking as though he is really, really trying not to pound the crap out of something.

What's that he's wearing? Is that...a tutu?

Oh, yes. That is a tutu. Chase done got hisself tutu'd.

He takes a seat at the bar and sits there, looking murderous. He has a score to settle with Meg Giry.

But everyone else is free to tell him how pretty he looks, too.

[OOC: Another too-long summary. Chase whines at Meg, discusses watch guts with Guppy, is snickered-at by the Bauers and gets bothered by a very smashed Reno.]

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Xander comes downstairs, a cagey look to him. He quickly tacks a large sign printed in fuschia marker to the board:

ATTENTION ALL CIRCUS-LOVERS!!!!

Are you skilled in a way that could potentially help you with a career in circusing? Are you an amateur circus performer? Are you bored out of your skull from the lack of productive work around here?

If you answered "yes" to any of these questions, and even if you didn't, come audition for Milliways' first (to our knowledge) CIRCUS!!!! Auditions will be held this evening by the lake. (Not IN the lake.) Right now, we need:

-clowns
-acrobats
-people who eat fire, swallow swords, and/or can contort their bodies into unusual shapes
-magicians
-animals/animal trainers (uh, don't be insulted if you take animal form and don't want to be handled, we can work with that)
-someone who is good at ordering people around (ringmaster material-- please no Sauron)

If you have any questions, please contact Xander (one-eyed) or Shelley (~~flesh-eating~~ dead but lovely).

Current Mood: accomplished

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony is resting outside by "his" tree, reading a magazine. He is not totally opposed to being interrupted.

agirllost

Kim comes downstairs and gets a coffee from the bar. She's about to take a sip when she sees something that almost makes her drop the cup.

It's Chase in a tutu.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

It's day three of being stuck with the wrong body and the wrong gender, and KARR has finally decided to stop sulking in her corner. Instead, she's begun to prowl the bar, looking for new spots to sulk in and new people to snark at.

thedemon-zabuza.livejournal.com

Zabuza is outside having fun jumping in the trees. come by and ~~get threatened~~ say hello.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace bounces down the stairs, and over to the bar. Yes, she's still bouncing. Do you honestly expect her to stop any time soon?
A plate of fish 'n' chips with a side of mashed peas appears next to her, and she tucks in. After all, party tonight. Gotta have food for energy.

clumsy_auror

*Tonks walks out from the Staff Wing, a bit more on alert than she generally is in the bar. Her wand is handy, sticking out of the pocket of her jeans.

She fetches a cup of tea from the Bar and looks around for an empty seat.*

[OOC: Tonks discovers that Tim's Not Dead, and discusses Barty Crouch, Jr. Crouch is also the subject of the conversation between Tonks and Regulus; Tonks catches Reg up on Crouch's doings in more recent years.]

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is out by the lake. What is he doing you ask? He is practicing his magic. Nothing that would go boom, or have bright flashes, or destructive for that matter. All he has are blades of air flying around him, all in different paterns and fighting styles. anyone can see them rather easily, he also is using a bit of illusion magic to make them look like real swords.

Don't worry, he isn't going to let anyone get hurt by his magic. He is just letting his attention get a little excercise.

Perhaps if you talked with him it could help him out some?

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

C Q. No 2 2.
For the extreme-shorthandedly (and phoenetically) challenged among you, that's "See Q. No tutu."

(Summary: Q snarks with KARR before turning her back into him, and chats with Ace.)

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

((Marrow wallows in selfpity.))

frizz-frazzle.livejournal.com

There is a clap of displaced air outside, followed by the screeching of tires. A few moments later, Lizzie-free, Ms. Frizzle steps into the bar. Her dress tonight is covered with crabs. Humming a tune that sounds suspiciously like it was written by The Who, she zip-glide-bounces over to the bar.

"Hello there!" she addresses it. "I don't suppose you have any more of those delicious smoothies?"

The Bar does. Ms. Frizzle tries to pinpoint the precise moment when the beverage materializes, but that doesn't give her any clues as to where it came from. Maybe underneath the counter ...?

Current Mood: sweepable

badderthanyou

Dawn is sitting at a table with a soda and some pizza. She also has a book; she's reading it too.

balletrat

*Item: One ballerina, cheerful smile included. Item: One frilly pink tutu. Item: One gun, being cleaned by said ballerina. Item: One cup of coffee, sitting in front of aforementioned ballerina. Item: One chair, one bar, one floor, and so on.

In other words, Meg sits at the bar with a cup of coffee, cleaning her gun.*

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's back in her booth, a bottle of Whyren's Reserve pushed towards one corner of the table, a half full glass in front of her. She's writing something in her datapad, a sad expression ~~as in her new icon~~ still on her face. Maybe the talk with Sawyer last night helped somewhat. Maybe it just left her more confused and still upset. Either way, she takes another sip from her glass, hoping that the Corellian whiskey will help.

She might not show it, but she really doesn't want to be alone right now.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy has been hard at work today. To anyone who may have been observing his labors, it would have been very apparent that he's been preparing a party in one of the corners of the bar.

Surveying the area, he seems satisfied with the set up and heads over to the noticeboard. There he sticks up a big piece of colored paper before returning to his room to get into costume.

( Toga Party... )

comma-sticks.livejournal.com

Shannon is perched at the bar, reading a trashy romance novel that she found. It isn't exactly great literature, and she wouldn't mind being interrupted.

[ooc: Shannon/Boone thread being slowtimed]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Enter in the Valkyrie from the back door. She's been outside for most of the day, needing a bit of quiet time for herself. (Thus, the various gatherings outside, circus and swordfighting were avoided at least at this moment.) Svava's carrying a small gathering of flowers, and as she debates what to do with them, she heads for the Bar. Hot chocolate might be in order.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes downstairs. He hasn't bothered with shoes and socks today, and, for the first time in maybe quite a while, he looks relaxed and happy.

Maria's there, and safe. All's right with his world.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

The Triplets. In the Bar. But not for long. They head out to the Lake, having heard that Tim was out there. And they still want to thank him for the fun, dead or not.

shelley_winters

A zombie walks into a bar.

...No, I can't think of a punchline either.

Shelley comes in and sits at the bar, asking for and getting some very strong coffee. Mmm. She then looks about. She's a bit more used to being the walking undead, and is now less worried about people noticing.

staines-mp.livejournal.com

Upon finding his room, Ali takes the opportunity to freshen up and get ready for the toga party he saw a sign for. Ali takes the opportunity to freshen up and get ready for the toga party he saw the sign for. Dressed in a characteristically yellow Fubu toga, Ali descends the stairs.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[Summary: Barty talks to Regulus (slowtimed), Asmodean (who plays music for him, Arithon (discussion of different meanings of 'dark magic'), and Tim (who cottons on to him being a Death Eater). He is seen by Tonks, then disapparates.]

[ooc:Pre-Milliways]

Barty enters from upstairs.

He's looking rather better than yesterday. Clean, new clothes. He's still wary, though, and looks around the bar constantly, watching the patrons.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo makes his way downstairs, stretching like a cat as he surveys the room. He's humming a snatch of some old folk song that he doesn't remember the lyrics too, and swaying back and forth as he walks over to the bar and slides onto a stool.

"Hi!" he addresses the bar cheerfully. He still isn't entirely convinced it's sentient, but whatever works. "Could I have some French onion soup?" Talking with Meg made him think of it. He can't get high quality food on his schedule very often, so might as well enjoy it while he can! "And a salad too, please."

Duo digs in cheerfully. He also seems to have figured out how to get new clothes, because he's now sporting jeans, a black t-shirt, and flip-flops.

Current Mood: cheerful

someonesdog

There's a Watch ~~woman~~ ~~wolf~~ ~~person~~ man sitting at a table, scanning the bar warily. She might be looking for white cats, or maybe not.

the_lioness

*Alanna sits at an out of the way table, quietly nursing a bottle of wine. The mood in the bar seems to have improved greatly over the last twenty four hours, whereas hers definitely has not. Bemused, she watches the crowd and thinks. No Peter, no Thom and (she believes) no Tim.

Perhaps someone should tell her she's wrong on at least one count.*

river_meimei

River's in the bar. And in a fairly good mood, it seems. She makes her way over to the lake door, and stands for a while looking calmly at the spring afternoon outside.

i-weep.livejournal.com

Oh, reality suffers, for she is not meant for the world. Yet here she is again drawn by one who hides from even himself. Oh! It reaches like the river which can almost be seen from the corner of your eye. The river of her being that tears reality apart. Denied grief calls and there Astarael goes.

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

Ryan is in a bar.

Since he has just arrived he hasn't had the chance to see any of his former co-workers in a tutu. Alas!

So right now he's just sitting at the bar.

Current Mood: bored

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(oom: Mina gets Allied.)

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting at the bar, just watching the patrons go by as he munches on some peanuts. He's staying far away from the auditions outside, as he has no intentions of ending up in the middle of Milliways Idol.

sai_delgado

Hours after Tom had come to collect Ingress, Susan Delgado comes back inside through the lake door.

Her hair is still braided with violets, and now also has a few dandelions stuck haphazardly about, due to Ingress's helpful efforts.

She goes first to the bar, to get hot chocolate, and then to settle on the couch near the fireplace.

mr-brautigan.livejournal.com

Ted's in a booth. He's got a Dorothy Sayers mystery in one hand, and a pint of Guinness in another hand. A fresh pack of Chesterfields waits for him.

An absent smile crosses his face; he's always liked Gaudy Night.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion wanders in from Circus tryouts and sits down at the bar for some dinner and a drink. He looks around hoping for a familiar face or two*

theravenboy

[OOM: Bran and his father, millitimed to Friday, April 15, 1977]

pee-jee.livejournal.com

And PeeJee's in the bar.

She may look just a little like someone who got a few hours' sleep, got up and went to work, came home, and got a few more hours' sleep.

Well-rested, but slightly... scattered.

But even a scattered PeeJee knows the benefits of beer.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy wanders in, orders some octopus weiners and tea, and slides into a nearby booth. She is smiling into space.

http://users.livejournal.com/_hyperthetical/

Ryan Beckwith stumbles in.

His hands seem awfully cramped.

At least he's £25 richer?

Current Mood: ow.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

With a happy smirk, Indy ambles downstairs dressed in nothing more than a loosely wrapped bed sheet and makes his way over to the party area. He chose to go with a knee-length toga in the end, mostly because he had no idea how to make it properly.

princejonathan.livejournal.com

*Jon enters the bar, rolling his shoulders to work out the cramps from being slumped all day in council meetings. His glance falls on a certain redheaded female and brown-head gentleman, and a grin crosses his face. He crosses over to them.*

Current Mood: amused

i-weep.livejournal.com

With Roland's hand in hers Astarael leads the gunslinger out the front door into death.

And then it closes.

Roland goes here. Just Roland.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Sitting at the bar with a notebook and pen is a rather familiar sight. Valentine is avoiding the party, not out of a lack of love for Tim, but a desire for a bit of peace and quiet. She has her tray, and every so often scans the bar for people in need of assistance, but she is most definitely working on something in the aforementioned notebook. Come bug her. Or flag down a waitress. Either works.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

She'd been worried about Karr, but no - today, she was feeling all right, coming down the stairs to head to the bar, humming to herself.

Life was good today. Even if Karr was still a girl.

capt_angie

*Angelina apperates into the room with a pop and makes her way to the bar. She orders a butterbeer and some paradoxes and heads to a table.*

mini-supes.livejournal.com

The past month or so have been weird, for Kon. His life has turned itself upside down and twisted around, and it's... he doesn't know what it is, but it's definately not what he wanted.

But he's gotten used to it, and he even kind of likes it.

Nearly two months ago, he got snatched into the future, and has been living life since as a member of the Legion of Superheroes, waiting for them to figure out a way to send him back home. But once it was finally figured out... well, he was kind of needed to go back, to help stop a frightening enemy. His job was merely to pop into the past, grab some good heroes, and pop back.

It's what he did, but now... now the Titans want him to go back with them. And he has no honest idea what he's supposed to do.

So, using the fact that he needs to get an undamaged costume as an excuse to escape and think, he leaves the others. But instead of finding himself where he intended to go?

He finds himself in Milliways.

...riiight. At least that might be a good distraction...

Kon inna bar, in a Superman-like costume! Yay? We'll see.

notyour-broom.livejournal.com

*Broom's in the bar. He's been around the whole time, you just haven't noticed him. Really*

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Zoop! The door opens, and in comes a new bar patron!

...But wait. Where are they? The door opened, yet nobody entered. All that followed was... a wind?

Wait. Look. There is someone, standing in the middle of the bar. A certain ability of superspeed got her from the door to the middle without even being seen - she had entered while running, you see. She looks understandably confused to be here, rather than where she'd intended to go.

"John? Jay?" She calls hesitantly, looking around.

Grife... it looks like it hadn't worked. At all.

So where was she?

agirllost

After wandering around outside for a bit, Kim's back in the bar and eating french fries.

The bar's mood has improved a lot over the last day or so and she's kind of wondering why.

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Asar-Suti comes downstairs after having spent all day in the library, reading up on demonology.

He's heard of nothing all day. Whatever it is - Tim's return, anything - he probably hasn't got a clue.

He sits in his usual chair by the fireplace, with coffee. And can use any sort of enlightenment.

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Venkman finally wanders down to the bar, though still lugging a couple of books with him. He places an order for a cheeseburger and fries, and a root beer. (Still wanting to keep the brain cells sharp, and figuring to do without alcohol at least while he's here.) He gets his food, and finds a handy table to sit. He eats, though with a book propped in front of him. He is actually finding reading interesting, perish the thought.

He hears some mention of a toga party, but oddly enough isn't interested. Be hard to concentrate there anyway.

(He wouldn't be unopposed to a break from study, or some advice and/or lessons in psychic protection.)

((OOC Summary: Venkman meets the formerly late Sir Tim Hunter, and they talk about recent events, and being Bound vs. choosing to stay. Also, Tim offers some assistance with Peter's quest in learning how to defend himself from mental attacks, in the form of some jewelry, and lending a hand when needed.))