milliways_bar | May. 8th, 2005

May. 8th, 2005

gramarye1971

*Merriman is ensconced at a table near the bar, alternately sipping from a glass of brandy and perusing one of several newspapers spread out before him. He happens to be reading the Times (London) at the moment, but the headlines of all the papers say essentially the same thing.*

*Not coincidentally, he might have a few pieces of what appears to be confetti stuck in his hair.*

[OOC Summary: In which Merriman discusses Nita's health with Peach and is asked to speak to Will and Bran about her, talks of stories with the Beast, and attempts to explain an Old One's place in Time to Gwion.]

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom and Door in London Below

leplusbeau

*Fleur is at the bar, smiling into her cup of tea. And pretending to read a battered book. But smiling!*

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

[OOM: Wow. Okay, due to massive slowtiming, this is Millitimed to last Saturday, April 30th. Chase and Kim engage in some awkward tutu-related smut, which rapidly progresses into angst like whoa.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[Following this conversation]

Having packed and left Mike a note, Indy trots back downstairs with a duffel bag over one shoulder and a suit carrier over one arm. He joins Tere back at the bar.

"Ready?"

capt_angie

*Angelina apperates in, and heads to the bar.

She pays her tab, because that's got pretty large of late, and orders a vodka and coke, and heads to a booth.*

tim-drake.livejournal.com

Huh. Well, this was unexpected. He had only been here as Tim a few times, and he hadn't expected to find himself here as simply Tim Drake again now that he had returned to his life as a vigilante. After all, the bar had seemed to like to pull him into Milliways when he was in his Robin suit.

But apparently there were expections. And it wasn't as if Tim had anything to do at the moment. So he decided to get a milkshake or two and enjoy himself before he went back to his homework.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

(OOM: more nightmares)

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC:

More Eddie OOMs:

Eddie and River have a pillow fight, after some conversation.

Eddie tells Ingress another story, and Susannah meets Ingress. Then Ingress leaves and the post-death sex drought comes to an end.

Eddie has a dream. A sweet, happy, evil dream. I am a bad person.]

agirllost

[OOC: Way OOM: Kim 'remembers' her changed past - Angst and violence warnings]

lordpeter.livejournal.com

Lord Peter has had an eventful evening, and really only wants some light reading.

"Bar?" he says, quite innocently. "May I have something to read in bed, please, and a cup of warm milk?"

The milk appears first. The book, its plain red cover deceptively innocent, appears shortly after. Peter carries both of them upstairs, and settles in to read himself into fatigue.

Two minutes later there is a thump, and uproarious laughter as Peter shouts the title joyously --

"THE KA-MAI SUTRA?"

gone_byebye

[OOM: One more day in Ray's NYC.]

The front door opens, and a very tired Ray Stantz steps through. He looks like hell, smells like ozone, and is carrying significantly more weight than is good for him. The proton pack over his civvies is bad enough, but he's got Peter Venkman in a fireman's carry over one shoulder, and he never was what you'd call a pack mule to begin with. Resolutely, he heads for the stairs.

He does, however, stop and look towards the Bar. "I would very much appreciate it if I could possibly get a CD player and several recordings of soothing, non-threatening music sent up to the rooms where my friend and I are staying, please," he says. "And the biggest jug of milk and tub of Ovaltine you can manage. Plus drinking glasses. And a spoon. Thank you."

With that, he staggers the rest of the way up the stairs and out of sight, and does not come down for the rest of the evening.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

(OOC: Following this bit of Canonpuncture and breakage ...)

Clarice is hunched up in a chair by the fire, still wearing her sundress. She has not changed clothes. She has not slept. She reads her copy of "Silence of the Lambs" with a kind of desperate attention, but every so often she has to set it down.

[Summary: Clarice is broken, broken, broken. Meg and Angua give her practical advice, she confesses some things to Barry, she ~~therapizes~~ talks to Ron about Harry and being fictional, the Opera Ghost serenades her creepily, and Aziraphael is at a loss for advice.]

still-michael.livejournal.com

Immediately following this...

Kitt rejoins Michael. No time has passed for Michael while Kitt was in Xanth. There is a little bit of everything, from partnerschmoop to yelling to John Wayne.

And monkeys.

fallen-april.livejournal.com

[OOM: April has a nightmare and tries to ignore it.]

go-between.livejournal.com

millichannel Marker!

{ooc: Sorry about the lack of bartending. Danii's moving and I'm really busy this weekend with business and mother's day stuff.}

last_adam

*Adam enters the bar. Too early for drinking, and he's already had his coffee. But he spots Aziraphael, and heads over.*

someonesdog

Angua is at the Bar with a bowl of Minestrone soup. She looks, while not exactly cheerful, in a better mood than she has been.

slayer_fray

Mel enters the bar via the lake door, drying her hair after a swim. The sword she used against Faith yesterday is stabbed unceremoniously through the back of her shirt.

She heads to the bar and orders a large breakfast of various porcine and batter products.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is playing with the Rubiks Cube again. Why? She's tired, concerned for her ~~friend~~ brother, and needs mindless entertainment.

Why she picked a Rubiks Cube is anyone's guess. Feel free to heckle.

stupid-scar.livejournal.com

Harry entered the bar, looking for Ron. He'd left awhile ago to go get something to eat. Harry glanced through the room, not seeing him at a booth or table. He finally scanned the bar, and saw him sitting there eating. But he wasn't in normal clothes. He was wearing his dressing gown. Harry looked at him bewilderedly as he took a seat next to him.

"Hey,' he greeted.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Upstairs in his room, Ray updates his journal.]

Sometime that could be morning or could be noon, Ray pludges his way downstairs in a t-shirt and jeans. A silent touch of the hand to the bar-top and a murmured 'thank you' later, he's got himself a space at a quiet table towards the back of the bar in which to eat his lunch and drink what looks like chocolate milk. There might be some fiddling about with schematic diagrams, too. Exciting, ne?

pee-jee.livejournal.com

Writing hasn't helped.

Drinking hasn't helped, more's the pity.

Working hasn't helped. Watching ChooChoo Bear frighten the irritating hasn't helped.

So PeeJee is back at Milliways, this time with a potted plant. She'll watch for Kitt again tonight, and if he's still gone... well, she'll have something to leave for him. But first, to the Bar. "Bar, can you give me... a card and one of those florist's card-holder pitchfork things?"

During the pause left where someone with a voice would have raised an eyebrow and asked if that was a technical term, PeeJee notices a notice.

The requested items appear. "Thanks," PeeJee says, still looking at the note, thoughtful.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

After nearly a week in The Bar, House was restless. He'd had his fill of sitting around waiting for people (or talking cars or impish children from different times or aliens from other planets) to come to him. Thanks to the healer, his mobility was increased, though he still needed the cane and the Vicodin, and the stairs were far from easy.

Venturing down early one morning, which he assumed was Sunday if days and time worked the same at the end of the universe, he decided to explore a bit more, and see just what The Bar had to offer, and maybe find out if he could play the piano.

OOC: Mun is usually in and out on Sundays, so replies may be sporadic at times.

( OOC Note )

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's Here! And his mun is not feeling creative enough to think up a good entrance post today.

lordpeter.livejournal.com

"Bar, may I have a song about places and stories, please?"

Lord Peter is at the piano, looking healthier even than the day before; he plays a quick scale with one hand, testing his speed, and then launches into a Bach minuet as a warm-up. When he is finished, he takes down the sheet music the Bar has provided him with and begins to play the opening bars of The Man From Tennessee, with a slight twist.

( Please come to Gilead for the springtime / I'm ka-tet there with some friends and they've got lots of room... )

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael comes in to collect the book he'd forgotten, and decides that he might as well stay for a cup of tea. Since he's here*

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

OOM:Upstairs, Some Soul-Searching and an Idea

Venkman hurries down the hall, and into the main Bar area. He goes to up the Bar.

"Hey, Bar, sweetie? A Sharpie marker, a couple of good books on group therapy, some on PKE-related senses if possible, and a large piece of paper, if you please?" And the items appear a moment later, which Peter promptly scoops up. "You're a doll, thanks." A mug of coffee appears then in a form of reply. He takes a sip, though pauses to notice the mug has one of their Ghostbusters logo on it. The coffee was already fixed to his preference, too. Strong and sweet.

"Thanks again," he grins and pats the Bar. He then hastily designs his notice and tacks it up on the wall.

NOTICE

Hi there. Are you Bound? Not Bound?
Getting overwhelmed by the insanity that is Milliways?
Or got problems in your world that you think there's no solution to?
Depressed, or feeling down for any reason?
Or just confused?

We can help.
Starting soon:

Milliways Group Therapy Session
Location: Lake Area, weather permitting. Otherwise, in the Bar.
Times and Sessions: TBA
Questions? Contact Dr. Venkman, also available for individual appointments.

We're ready to believe you, and ready to listen.

aj_crawley

[OOC: Out-of-Milliways; Friday Night]

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen's in the bar. She's got her tea with her, and is sitting at the bar working on a stable plaque. She would love company!

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

A white face peeks around the corner of the stairs, peering into the common bar area. "Oh, Shelley, where are you? I've got a proposition for you ..."

He tiptoes around the bar, looking for a 'beautiful and dead' girl. He doesn't know more than her name, but that won't stop him.

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

Chase has finally gotten some sleep and managed to get himself a large cup of coffee. He's still dressed up like an ancient Roman. The Bar has given him a new laurel wreath to replace the wilted one.

He's not happy, but at least he's rested and doesn't look like hell anymore.

[OOC: ~~Mun will be disappearing relatively soon to do Mother's Day things with her mom, but she'll be back probably sometime around 2:30 EST.~~ Back.]

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

http://www.livejournal.com/users/prettyhelen/2649.html?mode=reply&style=mine

chelleuncurled

Michelle takes a sip of her coffee and looks at her notepad. She's still trying to figure out the timeline of upcoming events. She's also writing out a list of things that need to be accomplished.

She gets up to order something to eat when she sees a notice. When she gets back to her table she writes down "contact Peter about therapy" on her to do list.

She puts down the pen and takes another sip of coffee. She might like some company.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Cue, The Valkyrie.
Stage Direction, entering from the Back Door.
Prop, armful of spring flowers.
Action, to the Bar where she orders a hot chocolate.

Proceed.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in the bar, but that's hardly an unusual occurance.
Today she's taken over her comfy chair again, and is practicing the coin trick Lord Peter showed her the night before. She gets it right three times out of five... the other two times the coin either goes rocketing off in some unexpected direction, or doesn't jump at all. It's a rather impressive trick when it works, however.

thursdayn.livejournal.com

Thursday Next? Check.

Friday Next? Also check, standing near his mother humming something ~~that sounds curiously like Balm in Gilead~~.

Thursday's mood is, of course, less than perfect. Because she's having marriage issues, still, and even the Finis is not of any comfort, nor the Swindon bookshop, nor even teatime in the Well.

So, Milliways instead.

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing is leaning against the bar, having a drink.

Beowulf is sitting, quietly, at his feet.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is sitting at his usual table, whittling a new set of wands. Yes, he has a sign up. "NEW? GOT QUESTIONS? ASK ME." There are a number of headless roses next to the sign, and from time to time he considers the note left him at the bar.*

Great. I get to learn how to really sing.

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley walks into the bar feeling pretty social today. Hopefully someone will come over and chat.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Liz is in the bar, sitting at a booth, reading a copy of Romeo and Juliet she brought with her from home. And that's probably it for an entrance post since the mun is insanely uncreative today.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd walks into the bar from outside. It is obvious he has been out by the garden, most likely pulling weeds and making sure the plants are well taken care of. There is dirt all over his maroon wizards robes, but strangely enough there is no dirt on his hands.

He gets a pot of tea, a bowl of spice soup, some dinner rolls (begining to see a patern here?), and a serving of roast beef.

Feel free to bother him, he ~~might~~ won't bite your hand off for getting near him while he eats.

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Mouse is in the bar.

If anybody tries to hurt Shelley, he will bust out his guns. They're up in his room. Don't think he won't.

... Yes. Feel free to talk to him.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter comes downstairs. He walks around the bar, checking all of the tables and booths, looking increasingly worried. He goes outside, then returns several minutes later looking even more worried. He talks to Bar for a moment, then goes back upstairs. A little while later, he's back down. He gets a cup of tea and sits at a corner table from which he can see the whole bar.

He still looks worried.

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

Boone comes in just after Locke. He is panting. He stumbles over to him.

frankie-frankie.livejournal.com

There's someone looking not-entirely-sociable sitting in one of the booths tucked away in a corner.

Barefoot, no makeup, rather non-revealing clothing really.

Cigarettes.

once_a_queen

*Susan wanders down the stairs, braving the main bar on her own for the first time since she arrived. She goes to the bar, sitting primly on a stool. She's no longer in haute couture, but in a skirt, blouse, and cardigan sweater. She still looks elegant, no matter how simple her clothing.*

Um. Tea, please?

*A cup appears, steaming hot. Susan grins in delight and takes a sip.*

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Sawyer comforts Claire after another nightmare.]]

An exhausted Claire comes down the stairs and makes her way over to the bar. She sets a small box* on the Bar's surface and asks for a pen and decorative card. As soon as they appear she jots a quick note, attaches it to the box, and says, "Can you make sure Snow gets this next time she's around?"

The box and card are absorbed into the bar and she smiles. Then she gets a cup of tea and goes back up to her room to spend the afternoon with her son.

( For Snow )

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR is doing his usual thing-prowling the bar and ocasionally bumping with chairs and tables with a 'thunk.' His scanner moves lazily from side to side-from the looks of it, the AI is bored.

sai_delgado

She comes out of the staff quarters carrying a folded letter, which she takes to the bar. Susan addresses the bar directly, if a bit hesitantly.

"Would'ee be able to keep this for sai Bernard, and mayhap to make it into something that he'd be able to read, as well?"

( To Sai Bernard )

The letter disappears. The translation, if any, she can't be certain of, but she can hope. Susan smiles, and goes out the lake door to the stables.

iustus_rex

Edmund comes downstairs quietly, notebook (not sketchbook) in hand.

He hesitates for a moment at the bar, and then goes ahead and orders tea anyway, taking the resulting tray over to one of the booths along the wall.

He'll eat, most likely, and then go out to the stables. His horse still needs a name.

Perhaps one of the pages he's looking at in his notebook is a list of possibilities.

Perhaps.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

When Anthy steps through the door, humming, a pile of glossy purple fabric rises and swallows her whole.

She stops humming. She blinks.

Then, because she is Anthy, she starts humming again, and heads to the bar for tea.

[OOC: Mun is back.]

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is in the bar, eating pide with chicken on it. He's still pretty impressed by the whole being able to eat whatever he wants thing. That is until he sees his mother talking to Tony Almeida, which worries him... more than a little.

He could probably use a distraction.

Current Mood: worried

herostanding.livejournal.com

Well, he thought that he'd be fighting some sort of Dark Jedi or learning something about his destiny. Really, that's what one would expect to see when they enter an abandoned Temple on Yavin IV--a vision. He knew that he certainly needed a vision.. he was more confused about his fate than ever, and some guidance would be nice.

He did not see a vision, however. He emerged in some sort of building, though he could identify nothing of the architecture. The smell was rather unusual too. It was a lot brighter than the dark temple he had emerged from, and he squinted to try to make out anything. His hand went reflexively to his lightsaber, before he scolded himself. No, he had sworn away violence for the time being. Whatever threat was in here, he would meet it peacefully.

The problem was, he didn't have any idea where here was.

[summary: Jacen Solo makes his entrance into the bar and runs into several characters.

First, he meets his brother, Anakin, who appears to be different than Jacen remembers. This isn't pursued, though, because...

Jaina Solo arrives. She's Jacen's sister, and she has some difficulties meeting him. After an extended period of trying to get through her emotional shields, he discovers that she thought he was dead. He's evidently alive, but there's a problem: he's four years younger than she remembers. This Jacen Solo is one from a slightly earlier time.

He also runs into Valentine Skywalker, who is playing the role of a sensuous waitress. Not aware that she's his aunt, he falls for her tactics until he realizes that there is something strange about her. The fellow empaths hit it off rather well and begin a discussion on their mutual outlooks on life.

Finally, he meets Anakin Skywalker, his grandfather. Jacen's always wanted to meet him in order to ask him philosophical questions, so the two of them begin a dialogue on the nature of the Force.]

Current Mood: confused

balletrat

*Meg ambles down into the bar.

She is trying to pretend that she is not, in fact, wearing purple Spandex. Maybe if she ignores it hard enough, it'll turn back into a tutu . . .*

desert-worm.livejournal.com

Luke wanders in from outside, where he has recently stumbled and fallen into the lake up to his knees while trying to do a particularly complicated lightsaber form, looking damp and somewhat disgruntled. He orders a lemonade and settles on a barstool.

[OOC: Mun is half-working on a paper, might be slow.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Look, there's a Tony in the bar!

Wow. Amazing, huh?

Not really. But he's at a table with a soda and some nachos. He wouldn't mind some company, especially if you're a foxy brunette named Michelle.

[ For the ~~Elaine-mun~~ Millichannel summarizer: In a brief, brain-breaky-free conversation, Tony and KARR discuss technology and the astonishing lack of jazz music in the bar. Tony and Michelle discuss the future, which swiftly brings on the angst. ]

the_lioness

*Alanna and Thom exit the staff quarters. As they pass the bar, Alanna takes Thom's hand and squeezes it gently.*

Ready?

*Here we are.

I wish I could say have fun...

Somehow this all feels very familiar.*

excessive-speed.livejournal.com

Jenni is sitting at a booth, looking completely and utterly -bored-.

She could really use some entertainment. Indulge her?

fast-as-flash.livejournal.com

Wally is sitting at the bar, scribbling things down on a paper. Every so often, he'll glance around, just to make sure there's no one hanging around him.

He's probably thinking too hard. In fact, he definately -is-. Interrupt him?

terroristlady.livejournal.com

Yo.

Dina in the bar. Bling-bling!

Except, she doesn't have any bling-bling, and she's a terrorist, not a rapper, so...

Have at her!

agreathunter.livejournal.com

John walks cautiously into the bar, looking for anyone he knows. He’d rather be in the island, but any place where his fellow castaways are is sufficient for him.

slayer_fray

Since breakfast, Mel has been sitting up in the rafters, in a dark corner, hugging her knees and nominally keeping an eye on the rafters and the bar, but really just lost in thought. Her sword is still slung on her back.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's sitting by the bar, writing something in her datapad as she slowly eats her evening meal. Feel free to disturb her. She won't mind.

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid is sitting outside on a large rock, a little way out by the lake, enjoying a very rare smoke on his pipe, since the bar was kind enough to indulge him with a small pouch of very sweet smelling tobacco. Come and join him for a smoke, or just o chat.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes downstairs, looking as content as he has been since Maria arrived. Maybe even a little more so. He's looking for someone.

Come find out if it's you.

sai_delgado

Evening work done, Susan Delgado comes back in through the lake door. She's carrying a broken halter, and after a stop by the bar for some hot chocolate, she settles down on the couch and begins mending it.

[Summary: Susan meets Adora and Spirit, and the stables acquire a new resident; later, she talks to Alain about the growing number of horses, and he ends up with a job accordingly. All is well and happy, for a time... and then the thread moves to Hellmouthy doom, for continuity.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is in the bar with Seth. The mommy-son duo are by the fire, curled up together on a couch. It looks like Claire is reading to Seth from his Winnie the Pooh books, but really he's just watching the moving pictures and she's just watching him. The both of them are smiling though, so things must be good, right?

[[summary: Tony is thinking about his future with Michelle, and Ace and Claire talk about Tim's safety, the Opera Ghost, and nightmares.]]

silessid.livejournal.com

The door opens, and there is a flash of sunlight off of blond hair. A deep, masculine laugh and he steps through. The door swings shut before the tall, handsome young man turns to look at the bar. Upon which he raises his eyebrows and says,

"Well. This is not Etarra."

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

Okay, so. Stop me if you've heard this one.

David walks into the bar.

Ba-dum-ch.

Current Mood: chipper

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

[OOM: Chase gets an email from his sister dated to the day he arrived in the Bar, and is confused by it.]

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Look. There's a new waitress in the bar. Well, at least it looks like one. She has a plain brown tray that she's holding at a jaunty angle at her side. Her hair is a curly dark blonde, falling at her shouders, somehow seeming sultry, even in its fall about her bare shoulders. The rest of her is in this, somehow seeming un-self-conscious. Her eyes twinkle behind mascaraed eyelashes, eye makeup, and rouge. The way she carries herself is confident, sultry. This is a woman who is in control, and knows what she wants. Corinne Trene has entered the bar. Approach at will.

[ooc: For reasons her own, Valentine is pretending to be one Corinne Trene. There is very little about her which would be recognizable as the demure Skywalker waitress.]

force-cpt-adora.livejournal.com

Adora steps hesitantly into the room, for once not accompanied by Spirit, who is enjoying a run in some handy rolling fields he found outside. She has been around this past week, but mainly keeping to herself. She has tried a few times to contact others in her world. Tonight, though, she would clear up one large issue -- an issue which snorts, neighs, and whinnies in his sleep. Yes, Spirit has been making himself at home in Adora's quarters for the past week and Adora was so lonely that she did not mind. However, tonight she needed to get him to a stable before she adopted some of his mannerisms!

She looks around for a likely person to ask...feel free to say hello!

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's on the couch again, this time with some sticks and a knife. He's whittling them idly, stripping off the bark and clearing it all into a neat pile at his feet.

not-speedy.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Roy Harper is sick and Vick's vaporub may be the sole reason he ends up at Milliways.]

Apparently even thinking about Jennifer Lopez and checking for medicine sends you to alternate dimensions. Sweet. Or it would be if there wasn't a bar.

Despite wearing a duck-covered robe over his black pajamas, Roy Harper seems oblivious to everything except the absurdity of the situation. Well, that and trying to figure out if he did give up drugs or not. He really thought he had. If he hallucinated all those horrible heart-to-hearts at the Y during NA meetings, he will cry.

Can Children's Cough Syrup do this? Oh noes.

Feel free to help him out. Or mock him.

Current Mood: confused

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Guppy dreams]

Guppy goes into the bar from upstairs and heads for the door. He tries to get out once, fails, and then looks into his room trying to spot something. He sees what he had suspected might be there, and shuts the door, wishing now that he hadn't looked for it. He goes to the bar and tries to work out how much he needs to drink to stop thinking, and what is the cheapest way to do it. But his mind is too wrapped up in other stuff to work it out, so he just gets a beer and settles on a barstool, staring into space.

He needs a distraction. Please disturb him.

Current Mood: worried

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard and Tonks are in the bar together, at their table. Tequila. Tea. Handholding. You do the math.*

Current Mood: loved

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

A Timelord walked into a bar...

Huzzah.

Romana orders her usual Pan-galatic Gargleblaster and seeks out conversation ~~since her mun's decided to take a break from being sick and have some fun~~.

Current Mood: bored

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie. In the bar. With a book. And tea.

Wow, what's new?

blue-bat.livejournal.com

Yesterday, Dick ended up at Milliways by being snatched by some sort of entity. Today, he actually ends up there by the normal way - through the door.

However, this doesn't mean he's any less surprised than the first time. He stops short in the door for a full moment before he regains his bearings, and then smirks a little.

"Oh. This... should be fun."

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Sundays, Gil long ago decided, is one of the nicest days of the week.

Sunday roasts - Pork, Turkey and Vegetable Kebabs today - are comparatively easy to prepare and serve so that he can spend at least part of the day goofing around with whoever turns up.

All the same, it's better to look like he's working so, apronned, he takes the tray of snacks around the bar looking for people to bother.

feintsoncue.livejournal.com

A note has been left with the Bar.

A note attached to a dozen headless rose stems, addressed to:

( Sir Timothy Hunter )

shelley_winters

Shelley walks into the bar, beams (as is her habit when this occurs) and starts wandering around to catch up with people.

Accost, ~~Sir Andrew,~~ accost!

/Twelfth Night

maxwellsdemon02

Duo is sitting curled up in a booth, balancing a thick book on his knees. There is a stack of notes on the table, and a pen stuck behind his ear. He's chewing on another pen.

He looks a little disheveled, like he's been sitting there for some time, and there are several empty mugs scattered on the table as well.

He glances up every once in a while to let his eyes focus on something else, and to see who's around.

Current Mood: busy

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

He had headed back up to his room to rest and read a bit more. Now, Venkman decides to stop back down. He checks the status of his notice. Seems like some interest in group therapy so that's good.

He sets up a sign on a centrally located table.

Problems, concerns?
Want to talk about it?
Feel like you need a psychological kick to the head?
No appointment necessary today.
Dr. Peter Venkman, Ph. D.
Parapsychologist/Psychologist

He orders some dinner, and a glass of soda at the Bar, and sits back down at his table.

((OOC Summary: Meets with Tony, friend of Michelle Dessler, who admits to needing some help, and he and Peter discuss arranging appointments in the future, Peter also gives him some tips to overcome sleeping problems.
Also meets Ace, briefly talks about parapsychology, and his friend Ray, and ends up bonding over the stupidity of official types.
Meets the infamous Meg, only in purple spandex, not tutued this time, talks about the idea of starting a therapist career in Milliways, dealing with Del - hey, you're mad, I'm mad, too, whee, and discuss a certain infamous and evil harper known as Jasin Natel. Peter ends up having a troubling reaction.
Also meets Ray's Romana [That's Ray's Romana, not Ray Romano, btw], and talks about her relationship with Ray, Peter being the protective friend, and brief talk about Time Lords.))

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain comes in from the lake door; he's been out by the paddock, leaning over the fence to greet the horses.

He acquires white tea and dinner -- rice, with a beef stirfry that he finds very odd but excellent -- and settles down at the usual couch.

[Summary: Roland and Alain talk about Roland's fight with Susan; Susan Pevensie tells Alain about her family and about Narnia; Ace awkwardly thanks him for helping her through a breakdown, and it turns to wedding congratulations; Prospero asks for a story (slowtimed).]

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

*Jayne strides into the bar.

Then blinks.

Warily.

He looks around at the patrons, then strides to the Bar cockily.

She produces sake.*

Uh.

Do you do beer?

*The Bar pauses dramatically, then produces a Sam Adams.

Jayne tries it.

He grins and sits down on a stool.*

All right.

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

Trotting downstairs with his jacket on, his goggles bobbling jauntily on his head and his Cosmic Rod in hand, he walks through the bar on the way outside.

[ooc: going to slowtime as I must sleep]

puckishly.livejournal.com

In the bar, there is a shirtless young man with dark, tangled hair and a belt that looks suspiciously as if it is made of leaves. His name is Robin Goodfellow (friends call him "Puck"), and if you ask him, he is just about the best thing to happen to the bar in a long time.

[Summary: Puck meets Archie and teaches him the REAL truth behind Shakespeare. Then, he and Yrael have the Whitetext Bitchfight of the Century until Yrael dumps him in the lake. Puck tries to seduce Prospero without success, which makes him sulky. And lastly, he and Columbia talk secrets-- or the lack thereof.]

Current Mood: bouncy

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting in a booth cleaning the pieces of his rifle again.

It gets dusty, sitting unused in his room, and weapons maintenance passes the time.

last_adam

*Adam comes from where he was talking with Susan and collapses into a chair, exhausted. There was not enough cider in the world for that conversation.*

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

Mild-mannered reporter--er, student Ron Weasley made his way down into the bar. He looked like he wanted to jump into a phone-booth--not to change out of his clothes and reveal the purple spandex outfit underneath, but rather to hide so that no one accidentally caught a glimpse of it.

He looked around for Harry, and worriedly, headed for the door when he didn't see him in the bar.

Feel free to accost him before or after he goes outside.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Norrington walks into the bar, and smiles slightly when he realizes where he is.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is in the bar. He came in some while ago, but instead of sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace, he's been sitting behind a pillar, hiding, nose deep in a book.

Feel free to startle him out of his enormously riveting murder mystery.

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan is in the bar, in a booth, practising shielding spells. No particular reason, he's just bored.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes downstairs.*

*And sees a certain vision in purple.*

*And makes a beeline in that direction.*

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche bounces in through the painting portal and looks around.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

The doors open onto a scene straight from...well, from something out of television. A deep fissure in the Earth, probably recognizable to the Sunnydale contingent as a Hellmouth, surrounded by the bodies of demons and young girls. Faith’s there too, on her knees on the edge of the fissure, and there’s one demon, the last one standing, standing over her with its claws in her gut. Her eyes are wide, blood seeps from her mouth...and when she sees the open doors before her, and the bar beyond them, she smiles, very faintly, and raises her hand in a final gesture of goodbye.

Then she grabs the demon’s wrist and pulls with all her strength, sending them both over the edge into the Hellmouth below.

Outside, there is silence for a moment, and then screams, young girls crying out Faith’s name, and another voice, stronger, more adult, yelling to be heard over the girls and the sounds of the Hellmouth. "Fall back! All of you, fall back! Get out of here!"

"We can’t leave her!" One of the girls, hysterical, weeping. "We have to save her!"

"Faith’s dead!" says the older one. "She was dead when that demon...and even if she survived that, there's no way she'll survive the fall!"

"You don’t know she’s dead! It’s a HELLMOUTH!" the younger girl screams, at the top of her lungs. "Do you know what they’ll do to her down there? She’ll be lucky if all they do is kill her!"

And the doors to Milliways swing shut.

(OOC: Feel free to have your pups react, but please, don't...magic her out, or anything. There's plot for her return already. Sorry for the breaky!)

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

At some point in the evening, Anthy, still clad in blinding purple spandex, wanders outside. She sees . . . a tower.

It's a nice tower. Tall. Dark. ~~Handsome.~~

Anthy leaves it a red rose, as a present, and wanders away.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( The first night... )

firstmarauder.livejournal.com

Sirius is in the bar. Oh thank god. Everyone at school has gone mad. MAD! It's only NEWTs, after all.

Sirius is an extremely good test taker.

Instead of studying Transfigs (ahaha. Aha. Studying Transfigs. Like that's ever gonna happen) Sirius is reading a manual on motorcycle repair. A small model engine, apparently made out of glass, is floating nearby. Occasionally he glances at it, and part of it changes colour.

There is a bottle of absinthe nearby, and a notebook with observations on the chemical composition of absinthe.

Sirius is a scholar. He's just not the scholar his teachers wish he was.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter heads over to the bar and asks for pen and paper.

He sits there, nibbling on the end of the pen, before finally writing.

( For Miss Lilly Kane )

The letter fades into the bar, to be delivered to Lilly when she is next at Milliways.

Peter stays on his barstool, looking pensive, and perhaps a bit sad.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((In the office: Mel gets a Promotion ))

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is seated at a table he hasn't been at in a while. He hasn't needed it. The last time he was here, Ace was lost out of bar, and he worked himself into a stupor to get her back. Guess what he's planning to do this time? Thats right, he's going to be smarter, let the spell do it's thing while he sleeps, but if he's awake, he's going to be here. As is, Tim has converted to a drudic white robe with black runic along the edges, and has for some reason grown a ponytail. Some forms must still be accepted. And he's got a knife levitating in the air above said table.Tims going to try and find Faith. And this time, it's going to be difficult. Maybe impossible. But he's gotta try.*