milliways_bar | May. 9th, 2005

May. 9th, 2005

Sawyer's sitting at a table near the wall murdering "You Are My Sunshine" on his guitar. Somebody stop him.

[Summary: Sawyer is assaulted by Marjory Stewart-Baxter and the Zogglings. He deserves a cookie or something for that. Sunny is a harsh music critic. Jaina is having trouble dealing with Jacen's appearance and comes to Sawyer to talk. Claire's nightmares are making her worried about Seth's safety.]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

He's in the kitchen, frying up a late-night snack. Bacon, of course. For it is the perfect food. Mmm, bacon.

Walking out of the kitchen, Wolf carries his plate of bacon-sandwich and a glass of iced tea, and sits at a table.

Mid-night snack, yum yum. Through the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes.

Blue only, please.

[edit]Virginia was given permission.[/edit]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: OOM. Adult content.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

After this, David heads home.

Current Mood: guilty

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion can't sleep. ~~Neither can his mun~~. Thus is he downstairs padding around tiredly in the jeans he got the other day. His cloak is around his shoulders more like a blanket than anything and he settles down in a booth half-awake and looks for a rat to bring him some hot chocolate so maybe he can get to bed*

pee-jee.livejournal.com

Leaving something for Kitt.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion bobbles down the steps, mostly awake, and stops in at the bathroom to splash his face with water. Mildly more awake, certainly wetter, he makes his way behind the bar, tosses on the apron, and sets things going before turning to the bar at large*

What'll everyone havethismorningyeahstuff...

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Glad to be home, Cole comes down the stairs and heads to the bar to order his usual breakfast. Now that he's been back a couple days, he's looking to catch up with the people he hasn't seen since he left nearly a month ago.

Of course, even if he's never seen you before, he's not going to say no to a conversation.

[OOC] Mun is doing his first attempt at millichannelling, so responses may be slow. [/OOC]

lvpd_sidle

Sara's in the bar. She has her notebook with her, and she is ignoring it in favor of gnawing on a pencil.

Feel free to save the pencil.

Current Mood: worried

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane comes down to the bar for the first time in a couple days. She's a little surprised at how happy she is to be back. She heads for the bar, where she gets a bagel, coffee, and a note.

Lilly reads the note and looks thoughtful. She could probably use someone to talk to...

~~and so could her mun, being really bored at work and all~~

last_adam

*Adam's in the bar. Not in his usual corner, though, because he's spotted daddy dearest.*

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in a bar.
With her knapsack.

...

Yes, the one full of nitro grenades.

She would have made a very good boy scout.

She sits at the Bar proper, munching on cinnamon toast and cocoa. Comfort food.

(ooc: Time, yet again, for lab. Will be gone for 3-4 hours, depending on how long the blood draw takes after lab. *eyeroll* Slowtime, all?)

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony is sitting by the fireplace, idly tearing apart sheets of paper. He looks preoccupied.

[ ooc: please, feel free to tag, but fair warning: mun has a DIY project, icons and a drabble that's rubbing her artistic fancy. Tags may be slow. ]

gone_byebye

It's morning. Ray's awake. Last night was interesting, in a Chinese curse kind of way.

Of course, nobody really has any way of knowing that, except for the fact that his hair looks more of a mess than usual as he wanders downstairs into the bar with a bunch of papers under one arm and his Incredible Hulk slippers on. At least he doesn't get the scary green soda this morning. Just a bowl of cereal and a lot of chocolate milk or something.

Summary: Ray sits down to breakfast with papers and Ovaltine. He talks to Flash about the Phantom problems, and about Batman and old versions of stories from Barry's universe, and then shows off the map of Milliways patron worlds. He also talks to Guppy about Guppy's being Bound and his watch and pager not working to reach Guppy's home any more, and to Eska about his apparently freaky talent for dimensional physics.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[OOM: The fifth day of nightmares brings Claire a few revelations.]]

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter briefly comes out of his room to order some food and coffee to his room, and carrying a medium-sized package.

He also goes up to the Bar, "Hey Bar, I heard you can deliver mail to people? Could you see that Ray gets this? It's really important."

He places the package on the Bar, and it promptly disappears.

"Uh, alright thanks. Oh, and please send up a couple of egg, cheese, and bacon sandwiches on a bagel with a cup of coffee to my room, too? Thank you very much, Bar." He gives it a friendly pat, and heads back up to his room again to work.

someonesdog

The door opens onto a brightly moonlit street and a golden wolf trots in.

On noticed where she is, she rolls her eyes exasperatedly.

At least she wasn't mid tracking this time. Now hopefully the clothes Wolf gave her last time will still be in the ladies where she left them.

last_adam

*Lucifer having disappeared, Adam walks up to the bar, and places the collar on it. He grabs a slip of paper and writes a simple note on it: For Galahad before entrusting them both to the Bar. A cup of coffee ~~as it's far too early for hard liquor~~ and he's back in his usual corner, if a bit more edgy than normal.*

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris is sitting in a booth reading a book on woodwinds as she idly munches on sugarsand cookies and sips a glass of mocolate chilk. She is dressed in a light lavander dress and wearing no shoes. She is unusually subdued, and a circlet of tiny white irises sits on the table in front of her.

Every so often she hears a new voice and glances up, only to find herself mistaken.

Come and vent, she's open for listening.

Current Mood: pensive

prince-sadi.livejournal.com

Daemon stumbles once as he comes through the door, as though he'd been intending to step onto something with more elevation. He looks around warily, relaxing fractionally when he recognizes Milliways. It looks like he'd have rolled his eyes were it not so undignified.

"Oh."

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is pacing behind the table in front of the door. He is dressed in a long white robe with a black runic trim, and has somehow sprouted a ponytail. Some things require a certain look, it seems. On the table a knife levitates, surrounded by the workings of a spell. Tim is still searching for Faith.*

silessid.livejournal.com

Lysaer may be trying to set a record for longest consecutive time staring at the observation window. He certainly hasn't moved from where Raph left him last night, although his nose is exceedingly purple at this point.

He manages to look good even with a broken nose. The ice, however, is long melted.

sullen-seeker.livejournal.com

Krum sits at the bar, absently turning a salt and pepper shaker set into other things, and back again.

For a moment they are a pair of opposing rooks from a chess set - the next they are a set of dice - then they become two mugs, one holding tea, the other coffee.

He is about to transform them again when, suddenly, he sneezes, and the spell goes odd. A thin jet of red light shoots from Krum's wand and strikes the mugs, which glow and begin to writhe. As he blinks away sneeze-tears, the pair on the bar turns into a matching set of tiny, angry dragons. The one derived from the salt shaker is white and silver, with spines down its back that look crystalline; the one that was once a pepper mill is dark, mottled brown-black, with red eyes.

The pair of them stares up at the dazed Krum, who stares back. There is a moment of silence.

Viktor raises his wand at last, and begins: "Finite Incan - ouch!"

The 'ouch' comes because the Salt and Pepper dragons have taken it upon themselves, in a moment of self-preserving instinct, to spit tiny balls of flame at his wand hand. As he furiously pats his shirt cuff, putting out the fire that has ignited there, the dragons rush to make their escape - tiny claws make clicking noises on the surface of the bar as they run down it, eventually leaping into the air and setting off across the bar.

"Oy!" Krum gathers his wand, and begins pursuit.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( The shopping trip... )

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Well, look at that. Cuthbert's in the bar in the daytime. Specifically, sitting at the bar with coffee and toast.

[OOC: Mun is ~~ostensibly~~really online for the purposes of doing work, shh. So, replies may be slow.]

[OOC: Must flee, sorry! Threads can be picked up later tonight or tomorrow or whenever is good.]

mogget_cat

*Four cats pad into the bar from the lake area, three of which look extremely pleased with themselves. The fourth, who seems to be the one herding them into the bar, looks pleased with the other three. Once they are all inside, the fourth, the white one, brings them over to the bar for a celebratory breakfast of fish.*

*It's an interesting sight, four cats in a row on the bar, eating fish.*

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris Chappelle is in the bar.

Without a book to read - alas!

She wouldn't mind someone to talk to.

[OOC: Chris talks with Tony about his job and nightclubs in general, she and Dina talk about her father's murder, Nina flirts with her and asks her about CTU and the Phantom leaves a rose for her.]

Current Mood: bored

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen enters the bar, gets tray, tea, and her final plaque to work on from the bar. Come bother the Waitress!

ms-myers.livejournal.com

Nina sits at the bar, drumming her fingers, unable to keep still as she taps her foot restlessly against the stool. She's bored... she needs distraction, and very badly at that.

Current Mood: bitchy

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes downstairs, ready for his first shift, and looks around for Gil.

fuckin-poet.livejournal.com

The door shuts behind André and just as quickly it's open again as he checks outside. Ankh Morpork seems to be intact, even if this isn't where he was supposed to end up. He shrugs philosophically, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling the sleeves up, and heads over to the bar.

Current Mood: surprised

tarkonny.livejournal.com

Ashton falls through the door into the bar, Gyoro and Ururun being to argue about what just happened, Ashton sits up, and rubs the back of his head. Ashton looks at Gyoro and Ururun "Will you two stop fighting already have a headache from the rough landing." Ashton stands up and wipes himself off. "Ururun, Gyoro you two behave." Ururun and Gyoro look at Ashton then at each other. Gyoro "Guuuuuuuur" (He's kidding right?) Ururun frowns "Gaaaaaw" (Sadly enough I don`t think he is.) Ashton looks at the mischievous duo. "Why do I feel like your saying things about me behind my back?" Gyoro and Ururun both smile at Ashton rather unsettlingly. Ashton blinks at the two "What?....What!?"

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine doesn't want to have seen what she saw last night.

Not that place. Not her friend.

She hasn't been able to move since, and she's still shaking a little.

Not that place. Not her friend.

Elaine is sitting in a chair, knees to chest, bottle of beer in hand. It's the first one of the day, so no worries there.

She's not been back to her room, and she's not eaten anything today, either.

She might be afraid to close her eyes.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack comes down to the bar after another futile attempt at getting some decent sleep, his face set in an expression of determination. He walks over to the bar and drops a credit card on top, which briefly vanishes. After a moment it reappears, along with a slip of paper--a credit card receipt. He scrawls down a number and signs the slip, tearing off the top layer and grabbing his credit card. He'd been holding off doing this as he didn't want to leave the bar only to find a horrendous credit card statement waiting for him at home, but he doesn't want to keep that fine (and his ever-growing tab) on the board for everyone to see, either.

After a moment, the other half of the slip disappears, and is replaced with a large mug of coffee. Smart bar.

He takes his coffee and heads to his usual seat by the fireplace.

Current Mood: worried

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is sitting at a table with Hot Chocolate and Chocolate Chip Cookies because even Witches need Comfort Food

She would love some one to share them with

chelleuncurled

[ooc: Last night after talking to Tony, Michelle has a nightmare]

A tired Michelle comes downstairs and gets a coffee from the Bar. She finds a booth and sits down, holding onto the cup as if she's afraid it'll vanish.

She looks down and sees the words "Golden Gate Bridge" on the mug's white ceramic surface.

She thinks that the bar has a sick sense of humor.

ilducasaggio.livejournal.com

OOM: Prospero studies, and hopes for the best even as he prepares for the worst.

watching_you

Veronica wanders, strays actually, away from her Dad whom is hard at work on a certain case. She'd rather go for a nice drive and get away from Neptune for once in a damn while. So, she jumped in her car and makes a long drive towards, well, no where until she ends up infront of a Bar. A small type bar, her car stops working, oh great. Taking her messenger bag (never without it) she throws it around her shoulder and makes her way inside the bar. She's not 21 but what-the-hell there's no where else to be!

The small, petite blonde has quite an air about her. She's snarky, bitter in some aspects and smart but that doesn't matter right now. Making her way to a small stool on the end of the bar, she props herself up on her arms with a weird glance around her. Wow, it's really strange in this place maybe a little too strange for Veronica's liking.

Sighing she leans her head against her palm, "Wow. Welcome to mystery planet..." she scoffs to herself.

[[OOC: New here! I ♥ Veronica Mars XD I hope you all interact with her. She's rather snarky but is a stickler for friendship/compainonship]]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason enters the bar and orders a sandwich, then flops into a chair to eat. The smells of vamps and shifters had overwhelmed him as he tracked through Milliways all day. Not only could he not single any of them out, but now he couldn't find Maureen. He started in on his sandwich. If there were others like him, they could find him.

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOM: Aziraphael in Iraq]

Current Mood: scared

gone_byebye

[OOM: Ray's gonna need a whole truckload of Zantac at the rate things are going. Journal update. @whee.]

deadirishdemon.livejournal.com

Doyle's in the bar. 'Course, Doyle's always in the bar. Yeah, he saw Faith fall. Never knew her, so he's not as depressed as some, plus, he knows the Slayer drill. One dies, another is called, and all that.

No, he's not depressed. But he's not exactly spreading sunshine either.

fallout-charm.livejournal.com

Swoosh

A mundane way of arrival, compared to some: the sound of landing airship, or perhaps a spacecraft, and someone who actually walks to the door. No magic portals!

Purple hair, an odd helmet, a shoulder bag that seems very heavy, the mid-teens girl looks around and smiles. "awesome!" She moves to a table, where she settles down with a pleased sigh.

Oh, yes, feel free to bug her.

No, I mean it.

And mun is back from slowtime.

Current Mood: bouncy

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( An afternoon on the beach... )

nita_callahan

[Thursday night: Nita has another trapped inna box nightmare, orchestrated by an outside influence. When Jack comes to check on her, she impales her hand on a glass shard and wakes up with a minor cut and glass in her palm. Her right hand is bandaged for the moment. She and Jack discuss the dream at some length.

Saturday night: Nita and Ron go on a date where they walk on water, discuss Ron/Lilly, and kiss.]

jordan-shaped.livejournal.com

Jordan Catalano loved his car more than anything in the worl. He'd dubbed the vehicle "Red" because of the gleaming cherry color. He'd even written a song about "her", and most of his songs were more abstract and difficult to catagorize.

His first thought when he hit the water and felt the wheels lose their grip, he worried about the car. What would happen to Red if he wrecked? He didn't care about his own safety, but the fate of his beautiful car. The one thing in life he'd worked for, the one thing he really owned and cared about.

He spun out so fast, he didn't really have time to think a coherent thought. He was plunged suddenly into blackness, and then...his eyes opened and he was inside a bar. He blinked, shook his head. Still in a bar.

Okay. That's weird.

Jordan got to his feet. May as well make the most of the situation. He sauntered up to the bar, and ordered a drink.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly entered Gryffindor commmon room with a sigh. Arthur would be held up all afternoon with Head Boy business, and so she was at a loose end. Maybe she'd change clothes and go out and watch Quidditch practice...

She climbs up the steps to the dormitory, and flings open the door, only to discover that her dorm room has been replaced by Milliways.

"Excellent!"

http://users.livejournal.com/leap_of_faith_/

Maureen wakes up alone and stretches lazily, catlike. As she starts to sit up, her cell phone vibrates from the floor.

"Hello? Hi, Pookie! Of course. I'm sorry, too. All right, I'll be right there." She pulls her clothes on and stuffs everything she brought into her valise before walking downstairs and placing her room key on top of the bar. "Thank you," she says, and walks out the way she came in.

wwjimmycarterd.livejournal.com

Tim Jones, still wearing a hat pulled down over his head, comes into the bar and pins up a note.

Please help?

I have by some unknown agent been given a pair of rabbit ears. While a joke is a joke, I cannot go back to my world like this. Any help either removing them, or information on how to get them removed would be most appreciated.

Many thanks,

Tim Jones.

He then sits at a table nearby, looking hopeful.

theultimatelady.livejournal.com

[ooc: Pre-Milliways, co-starring

wwjimmycarterd.]

Good advice successfully ignored, Amy Chilton heads through the door to what should be Tim's backyard, but apparently isn't.

Amy, if you find yourself in an unusual bar - leave as quickly as possible, please?

Silly Tim. Amy is not leaving. Amy is going to explore and maybe do Bad Things and generally have fun.

So. Exotically curved, dyed and tattooed, nineteen years old, and brand new. Have at.

bookgnome.livejournal.com

Suddenly there is an almighty explosion followed by the sound of a few hundred books falling onto the bar floor. As the dust settles, a small man slowly begins to dig himself out from beneath an enormous mountain of books. After a few minutes of delicate extrication, a tiny man pulls himself out of the mound and begins hauling a bag out. The Magician Humfrey sits on top of half a bookcase full of his magic books and tugs a small flask out of his bag. After taking a long swig, he stows the flask again and surveys his surroundings. "I suppose that was the wrong bottle, Humfrey," he says to himself, digging out the expended vial from his bag. "Yes, this would be my transportation spell vial." The Magician Humfrey hauls out a large book and begins sifting through the pages looking for something that would be useful.

Humfrey is very small for a human and can easily be mistaken for a true gnome, and has been before. Humfrey is very old and generally very grumpy. He is looking a tad confused at the moment, and could use a little clarification if anyone has the time.

Current Mood: contemplative

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House approached the bar and eased himself into a stool. He sat for a long moment just rubbing the edge of the bar with the tips of his fingers. His Vicodin supply was dwindling, and he had yet to figure out a way to get more. Tony had suggested asking Bar for it, though it was unlikely he'd be given a perscription medication. That hardly seemed fair, especially since he was a doctor, he knew what he needed. But then Ray had told him if he had a perscription for it, Bar would probably give hm some. Of the two, he really hoped Ray was right.

But then, there was that nagging thought that he was supposed to detox. Again. And perhaps that's why he found himself here, in this bar at the end of the universe, from which he couldn't leave. He'd be forced to detox because there wouldn't be any more pills to take. The thought scared him more than he cared to admit. Especially without Wilson to help him through it.

He fished out the bottle he had in his pocket, held it up to the light as if he needed to count the four small pills inside. He shivered and set the bottle on the bar. May as well find out now. "Bar? Can I get a refill?"

kabeleced

Regulus appears in the bar, humming to himself softly.

A moment later his trousers, sensible shoes, and socks are replaced by a purple tutu, black fishnets, and pink boots.

He blinks, and disappears. Re-entering produces the same effect.

The third time does, too.

Finally, he gives up. Besides, he wants a paradox.

[[Summary: Barty has a tutu fetish, and the muns renew their love of whitetext.]]

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

There's a flash of light, and Q is in the bar.
You were expecting Shakespeare, maybe?

ilducasaggio.livejournal.com

His charms clad solidly about him, the old man descends the stairs leading to the bar. He's hidden behind a weave that he's (reasonably, almost certainly) sure will keep him hidden from the Puck's eyes--but nevertheless, he only enters the bar proper when he's swept the room for all signs of the tricksome sprite and found it clean and clear.

If it'd been his choice, he would have stayed cloistered in the safety of his quarters, that room so laden with charms and with wards as to be impenetrable without the old man's consent, but he has business to attend to, today; Duo's proceeded at an astonishing pace with his studies, and Prospero still needs to speak with the sorceress whom Asar-Suti told him to contact, and he has notes to collate and land to survey, and...

Ahh, there's nothing for it but to see if he can go about his affairs without getting tripped up on amber eyes, or pausing to listen to the sweet fluting of untamed magic...

[Here till maybe...7, 8 EST? Then gone for a bit, and back after 9 or 10, so. Caveat poster. :-)]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is not brooding, and he'll thank you not to repeat such a pernicious rumor to anyone. In particular, a certain ex-Duke of Milan.

That damned mortal.

As things stand, Puck sits at an out-of-the-way table, draining a margarita. He scans the bar for Prospero, but doesn't see him. Indeed, he hasn't seen him since the previous night. Sometimes he imagines that he catches a glimmer of the sorceror, but it's only ever white noise.

Therefore: Drinking.

[OOC: Mun has homework. Say hi to Puck, but I'll be slow.]

Current Mood: *snarl*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard walks into the bar from the Staff Wing and freezes.

He looks as if he's considering diving behind the Bar entirely.*

Current Mood: anxious

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Sometimes it seemed that a Horta's work was never done. At least if that Horta was a member of Starfleet. Lt. Dahai Iohor Naraht, allowed a small sigh of steam to vent as he finally left the Engineering Deck. He had nothing but the utmost respect for Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott, but he could now sympathize with the Engineering Crew's half-joking terror of him. When a persistant but troublesome glitch in the secondary impulse drive's diagnostic systems had managed to elude the entire team, he had been called in to track it down via neural connection...And Naraht had sworn he could sense steam arising from Scotty's ears in frustration over it.

I have certainly earned some white marble for dinner tonight, the Horta thought as he glided through the corridors toward his favorite Recreation Room. And maybe half a kilo of graphite. I need to relax.

However, when Naraht glided though the sliding doors to the rec room, that was not the location he found himself in. He was in a bar. A very large bar occupied by many beings (mostly humanoid) who were definately out of uniform by Starfleet regs.

In some cases, a few centuries out of uniform, Naraht thought as he observed a young woman in an Elizabethan style gown glide over to the bar for a drink.

The back wall was taken up by a single, giant window or viewport and outside...

"Rock that birthed us!" Naraht found himself involuntarily exclaiming through the communicator welded to his back as he took in the glory of the Universe's death throws. Nope, he wasn't on the Enterprise anymore...not unless things had gone severely pear-shaped.

"Naraht to Enterprise," he said, activating his communicator. "Naraht to Enterprise. Can you read me?"

And this had better not be another one of Ensign Carter's practical jokes, he thought darkly. Or I swear I will eat his entire quartz collection.

OOC: New character in town, folks. Feel free to make him feel at home. :)

Current Mood: Astonished!

badderthanyou

Dawn is writing in her diary...

Okay, so, I've been doing this hang around the bar thing. It's cool, I guess, but I'm not really sure that it's not goofing up stuff at home. I mean, I don't think so, but I can't tell. I like it here all right, but, I dunno... people seem kinda weird or something. Not really in a bad way, just kind of like high school, you know? Like there are certain people who always seem to hang out together. I mean, that happens everywhere, but I don't know, maybe I'm just seeing things.

However, what the hell is up with all this tutu stuff? I've never seen so many people in tuille in my life! And I did some dancing when I was little. Seriously? What the fuck is that all about anyway?

Whatever. This place is just weird anyway. And ya know... I haven't really seen any of my friends lately. Of course, I haven't exactly felt all sociable lately either.

Although, there are some people I haven't seen here before. That's kinda good. Maybe I'll wander around and talk to someone new...

...or something.

a-blue-streak.livejournal.com

Sam wanders down into the bar. Looks like he just woke up. Probably did. He's wearing yesterday's clothes too.

He gets some orange juice and a grilled cheese and finds himself an empty table watching the Universe end outside.

There's definite Broodage.

[*waves* Yes, know I said I'd be gone for a while. And uhm. I am. Gone. Sort of. So yes, uh. My point? Feel free to talk to him, can't promise how long I'll stay in here though. Hopefully a few hours.]

Current Mood: apathetic

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley sits down at a booth, in a rather social mood!

mynameiswithak.livejournal.com

A young man wearing a nametag around his neck (EMPIRE RECORDS - MARK - I WORK HERE) enters the bar and looks around.

There's a long pause, and then a giggle.

"... I love you Eddie."

balletrat

*Meg is in the bar.

Specifically, she's curled up, mostly-hidden, in a small back booth, a cup of coffee precariously balanced on tulle-covered knees. Every so often, she raises it to her lips and takes a semi-mechanical sip.

The rest of the time, she might be looking at the coffee cup. Or not at anything. Who can tell?

For the record, she's no longer in spandex.*

slayer_fray

[In which Ace tells Mel the news about Faith, and in the process breaks her into little tiny pieces. Mikey rides in ~~onna white horse~~ to fix her, and it transpires Mel knew this was going to happen. At some point in there, she's snarky at the Flash]

Mel comes out of the office, almost at a run, scythe in hand. She's not brandishing it, more gripping it for security, as she scans the bar, confusion and anger in her eyes.

She's looking for someone who might wanna tell her what the rut is going on.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

One can be watchful and vigilant for only so long, even with the aid of tea.
Ace is asleep, curled up in her comfy chair, her knapsack tucked between her body and the seat back. Awww, isn't the sleeping pyro cute?

...

In that 'sleeping vicious animal' sort of way?

no-glasses.livejournal.com

Finishing his daily business at the London Ministry of Magic, Percy Weasley steps through the door to his office, and knocks into a wall that wasn't there before.

No, wait...

The ginger-haired man takes stock of his situation, and realizes that he is actually on the floor of a very odd room, which appears to be some sort of cross between a resturaunt and a pub.

Rising to his knees and looking around, Percy ruffles his curly hair in bemusement. In front of him, there is no door. To his left, his right, his rear, there is no door. Sighing, Percy looks up.

"Fuck," he mutters to himself, upon discovery that the nearest door is indeed on the ceiling. "Suppose I'll be stuck here a while, then."

Percy had never been terribly fond of heights.

Placing his wand in his pocket, the young man gathered work papers as he got to his feet. Adjusting his glasses, he straightened his back and walked over to the bar.

If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well partake of some refreshment.

He's not in the mood for company, but if the many ginger heads he doesn't see scattered across the bar are any indication, he might be getting some whether he wants to or not.

(OOC: Only going to be here for a short while, as I have a big paper due tomorrow. Don't be insulted if Percy seems mute or totally anti-social. That's me getting work done.)

Current Mood: bemused

bloodyrockgod

[ooc: In Which Charlie & Claire discuss her nightmares.]

forthsdaughter.livejournal.com

The warmish air of an Egyptian winter sweeps into Milliways Bar as the door opens, accompanied by a whole lot of sand (due to the wind), a surly-looking tabby cat, and two people: a tall man who looks a cross between British and Bedouin, and a smaller, pretty woman with cornflower hair and blue eyes.

The cat is spitting.

"Horus, hush - Aunt Amelia will not be pleased about the sand," starts the girl, whose name is Nefret Forth, to the man, who happens to be Ramses Emerson.

"... except, of course," Nefret amends, "this is not our house."

She goes silent, blinking down at Horus and then up at Ramses.

What is it now?

[ OOC: First of all, I hate describing my pups as 'pretty,' but Nefret is always narrated as charismatically beautiful etc. by Peters, so ... she's like that. Also, right now, replies only by

emersonson (Ramses) - and now

empath_wiggin, if you please? ]

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

The Triplets are wandering around aimlessly, looking for things to do while they plot.
Foolish mortals regret sweet torment
They haven't got their pets tonight, and they won't be around for too long.
The Muse whispers inner disillusionment
They tend to prefer plotting up in their room.
Blazing pinions murder vile disillusionment
But do feel free to ask them what they're doing while they're around.

galacticemperor.livejournal.com

A flash of lightning and thunder crackled in the air above Imperial Center, the capital of the Galactic Empire. Below it, a lone figure stood on the highest balconies of the Imperial Palace and gazed over the pulsating planet that had over a trillion inhabitants who were all in His thrall. He cackled malevolently, drinking in their life energies and using it to empower his own abilities. They were hardly aware of it, of course, since Imperial Center was a lively planet: no one would notice the slight drain on their energy. However slight the energies were, with a trillion citizens powering him, the Galactic Emperor was complete. And it was how He created storms.

He conjured a massive rip in space time itself: it was the ultimate technique in the Force, and few Sith had ever possessed the power to summon them. They were fearsome things, and if His mastery of the Force were not so great, the citizens may have panicked. They did not, however, because Palpatine had no limits. Or so He thought.

However His powers had extended beyond mortal comprehension and however the Dark Side flowed like primordial ichor through His veins, the matter was that He was limited. He had overestimated His ability to control His Storm since he often summoned them on His secret citadel world of Byss. It was a different matter on that lonely world, where Palpatine did not have to concern Himself with distracting the thoughts of billions on Imperial City. His mental discipline was strong, but all it took was a single slip... and He made more than just a clip, but an uncharacteristically *gross* miscalculation. He froze, worried about His throneworld and undertook to divert the Storm. All His concentration proved just enough to protect His planet; until He realized the Storm was heading straight for him.

The nature of dimensional tears in space-time is always in a random flux. Though Palpatine summoned the Storm, He had absolutely no idea where its gaping maw--which was now swallowing Him whole--led to.

Minutes--hours--days later, the Galactic Emperor found Himself inside a brightly lit--and noisy--facility. It was clearly not Imperial Center, He could no longer feel the life force of so many other beings. It was of no con--He felt something. He felt a stirring in the Force. There were Jedi here.

He had best put on His best form, he decided. He adopted a regal stance with His cane and walked towards a mass of people, wondering if anyone here knew who He was.

OOC: Summary: Palpatine shows up and:

I. Gets warned by Tim not to muck around and be generally not-evil.
II. Leers at Valentine Skywalker at first, but eventually engages her in conversation.
III. Is mistaken for a vampire by the Triplets
IV. Tries to get to know Siri and relax her guard against him.
V. Was accosted by Sunny. Eventually grew to like the kid and taught her how to use a toy lightsaber. Got her some sweets and volunteered to be her "minion" as well.
VI. Met Q. Explained the Force.
VII. Had a chat with Anakin Skywalker concerning whether or not Palpatine was an evil monster or not.

Current Mood: contemplative

kiss-my-jazz.livejournal.com

It had taken him a long time to reach this point -- after all he was no magician and time travel wasn't a concept he'd ever been introduced to. Nonetheless, he arrived. Anyone not too taken with their own affairs might, if they were listening, have noticed the sound of piano music -- a song both far away and somehow seeming to come from inside their own heads. Which it was, in a way. Like an echo of molecules in their brains remembering something that hadn't happened yet a very long time ago.

The tune too quiet and far off to be hummed culminated in shadows -- anyone who had been looking might have seen something flicker in the corner of their eye, like a cat across a window, shapeless and quick -- a black shape and the smell of Earth's ocean -- someone opening a door in an empty pocket of space just beyond the consciousness of anyone in the room.

1900 stepped quietly out of several hundred places at once without being seen in more than one of them and stood nowhere in particular with his hands tucked behind his back. He looked around, took off his hat, and decided this seemed like a good place to stay a while.

Current Mood: energetic

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

*Thunk*...*thunk*...*thunk*...as usual, the sounds of something large and heavy bumping into tables and chairs can be heard amongst the other sounds of the bar. And the maker of the noise is the same as usual-one Trans AM, his scanner flicking back and forth steadily as he navigates through the bar. KARR doesn't seem to be up to anything today, but instead is just driving in boredom.

[Summary: KARR meets Q again, is threatened for bumping into the bar's chairs, and is given the ability to grow and shrink.]

leplusbeau

*Enter Fleur from upstairs.*

*See Fleur pause.*

*See Fleur see all the red heads.*

*Blink, Fleur, blink.*

...they are taking over the world!

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

Chase stands at the bar, toga-ed and sandaled and laurel-wreathed and evidently working up his courage to talk.

"Okay, Bar. I haven't asked you for anything in days, 'cause I know it wouldn't be right of me. But I really need something to write with. Just two pieces of paper and a pen. It's not like I won't pay for them."

He waits. After a moment's pause, the Bar produces two wax tablets and a stylus.

Chase stares, processes, and finally just takes the writing materials to a table, muttering a brief 'thanks' to the Bar as he leaves.

He is currently sitting at a corner table, writing as best he can on one of the tablets, though his mind doesn't really seem to be on it.

Come distract him. Especially if you have actual paper. But if not, that's fine too.

[OOC: Summary--Chase learns how to use a quill pen from Molly ~~Not-Yet-Weasley~~ Prewett, chats with Ryan and complains about the Bar to Michelle.]

owendavies.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

Fortunately, Owen Davies had time to put down his soapy rag before the magic took him to Milliways, but he is still dressed for housecleaning, in trousers and shirtsleeves. He does not look happy. He never really does look happy, of course, but he might perhaps look even less happy now.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri is outside with her lightsaber. She's got a small training remote, and has released it into the air on a medium workout setting.

It might look like it's trying to kill her, but the laser bolts aren't strong enough to do much more than sting. Not that she'd notice the pain if they did, but then, not many are getting past her defenses.

If anyone gets close enough, they might hear her humming the alphabet song Jenni taught her a few days ago, mixed with the sizzle of blaster bolts off her lightsaber.

awesome_lilly

Lilly wanders up to the bar and grabs a seat.

"Hey Bar, I have a question for you. I need to apologize to Peter Pevensie, and I don't want to just do a note, because, boring, and also I have bad handwriting. So I'm just going to get something nice for him instead. Any idea what Peter wants?"

A parchement popped up in front of her, elegant letters appearing on its surface. Yes.

Lilly frowns. This isn't quite the way she thought the Bar would respond, or what it would say.

"Yeah, care to elaborate?"

If you are willing, you can obtain the object of his desire.

"Of course, I just said that and I think we all know I love shopping… the object of his desire? This isn't like, something kinky is it?" Lilly pauses, thinking about Peter. "It's tea, isn't it? Some kind of special tea?"

The journey may be perilous. Are you willing?

Lilly sighs. "I bet it's not worse than L.A. traffic. So yes, willing, eager, can I get directions to the tea shop already?"

Certainly. Leave the bar, walk north through the woods. The forest awaits you.

"Okay, thanks... um, thanks piece of paper." Lilly shrugs. Weird place, Milliways, she thinks as she heads for the door.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

The Front Door knob rattles a few times, then opens. That's because the figure behind it was pushing it with all her slight strength, trying to force a stuck door. The door has a wicked sense of humor, though before Laini can laugh about it, she's gone flying in and lands in a heap of long limbs clad in a silver jumpsuit....

And a silver fox tail. (The jumpsuit was made to match, insted of the other way around.)

Laini pauses, then bounces up to her feet. There's a grin, and a pat-checking of presumably the content of pockets, then her hair tossed back out of her face. Bright eyes search around the bar-

Then she sighs, not spotting who she's looking for. But if that sigh seems a bit forced upon, and for show.... well, with another grin, she's bee-lining for the Observation Windows. Here anyways, might as well take a look before you head back out looking for whoever-it-is you came here for in the first place.

That's her story, and she's sticking too it!

and-far-away.livejournal.com

There's a man, in a booth, with a hand-held whetstone. He's honing the blade of a sword.

No, he doesn't plan on using it for more than practice. But he likes to keep it in good condition anyway.

un_fallen

Raguel enters, a little earlier than he has before, and makes a beeline for the bar. He's got a craving for that mysterious brew that Bar conjures up, and besides that, it's been a very long day. Still, this feels like an improvement over all the days blending into each other in one endless blur of grey and... darker grey. He pulls a half-smoked cigarette from behind his ear and claims a bar stool with a sigh.

[~~OOC: Here for a just an hour, back later in the evening~~ Back!]

Current Mood: tired

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Xander storms downstairs, looking as though he isn't sure whether to be furious, anxious, or bewildered. The latter appears to be winning, however.

And look! No more transparent! No more spandex, either. All good things must come to an end.

"Where the hell is Faith?!"

mother_lost

*The door opens, and a beautiful black-haired woman enters. She pauses and looks around in confusion and wonder. Her eyes light on a face that she'd never expected to see again.*

Owen?

*Unnoticed behind her, the door closes quietly and disappears.*

[OOC: Full summary here.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Here there be much plotty drama. After her post here, Lilly went out to find a gift for Peter. She was expecting a shopping trip: She got a nightmare. For plot purposes, Peter Pevensie is going to post and get to her first, but please please have your characters react as well. Lilly and Peter muns will be in aim chat "bloodylilly" to coordinate. And now, on with breaking! [/oom]

Lilly Kane has always enjoyed making a dramatic entrance. It's a real shame that she's a bit too delirious from pain and blood loss to truly appreciate this one. Lilly is covered in blood; it's dripping from her shoulders, it's running down her leg, it's black and splattered over her entire body. Her clothes are sticky with blood and streaked with mud, and she's carrying a bloody sword. It's not really her best look, but it's an attention-getter all right. She pushes open the door to Milliways and staggers inside, coming to an unsteady halt in the middle of the room.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Purple strand of magic fly through the air. Bright yellow fire blazes in every corner of the room. And sadly the mun has no enterance he can think of, even with all this going on in his head.

Lets just say Zedd is sitting at his normal table eating a meal fit for four.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Heavy breathing.

A flash of light.

Dum, dum, dum, dum dum dum, dum dum dum...

Darf Sunny, complete with her Cape of Doom and plastic glowing lightsabre, enters the bar, imperiously, eyeing her domain--she is also Queen Sunny of course, hence the crown--with proud eyes.

blue_ajah

[OOM: Moiraine in the Dreaming, in recent days.]

blue_ajah

*The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and Moiraine appears. The Aes Sedai's eyes are very dark indeed, but her manner is carefully composed.

In her hair is nestled a tiny peacock, like a living jewel. Milton, at least, seems content.

She accepts a cup of tea from the bar, along with a dish of birdseed, and takes both to her usual table.*

young_tmriddle

*Tom walks in and goes straight to the bar for a well-deserved drink.

That is all.*

bookgnome.livejournal.com

Humfrey walks to the bar and sets down his bag and the Book of Answers. Humfrey stands on the book and climbs into a chair. "How does one get a room here?" he addressed no one in particular. A key appeared in front of him. "Oh, I see." he replied. Humfrey dug in his many pockets and produced a small leather bag full of small, precious stones which he placed on the bar. "How should I pay for the room?" he asked the bar again. The bag disappeared. "Ah," he said. "Thank you very much, bar" he replied, then hopped down from his chair to the floor. Humfrey gathered up his things, and hauled them up the stairs to his room.

A little while later he returns to the bar without his bag, but still hauling the Book of Answers.

Current Mood: grumpy

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is sitting in the bar eating a plate of steamed vegetables. He is observing the room with a subtly that suggest he is trying to hide his otherwise obvious paranoia. He is casually picking out the broccoli first. His harp is lying nearby.

faintsoncue.livejournal.com

A soprano enters the Bar, treading delicately in satin shoes. She's a very beautiful soprano, and holds herself with great poise. She has a very nice... dress.

theravenboy

[Pre-Milliways]

There is a harp playing somewhere.

Bran Davies, in an old faded black sweater and black jeans, harp nestled in his arms, opens the door and stares. The harp gives off a discordant chord before he stills it.

Owen is holding the hand of a dark-haired woman.

Bran can't see her face, but suddenly he knows her absolutely. He stands white and trembling, and the harp shakes in his arms.
I am the womb of every holt.

silessid.livejournal.com

Tall, blond, and most defiantly watching the window. Its fascinating. And having had one member of security point out that the crazy woman with the tray might hit him if he leaves makes it even more fascinating.

Do come and talk to the s'Ilessid prince.

badinlatin

The hatch opens and Mal rights himself, somewhere in the back of his mind double-checking that his gun is still on his hip. The corridor wasn't a corridor anymore, and instead of seeing anyone he recognized he saw a wide expanse of people, and...rats? Blinking, wondering if he had kissed anyone lately, Mal came to the realization that he was perfectly capable of eloquently explaining his confusion at this particular juncture.

"Huh."

If he recognized nothing else, he recognized a bar in the corner opposite to the door he had just walked through. At least this place has one. Find a stool, figure out where you are. Good plan.

[OOC: First ever intro post for mun. >.O; Gentleness appreciated?]

[[Summary: Snow gives Mal all the necessary information, Mal chats up Richard and tries Scotch, enters into a bit of a ~~still ongoing~~ dancing around with Ace, and begins a convo with Raph. And then there is River, Roland, and the bit where Mal finds out what gunslingers are and all that. Yeah.]]

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

[OOM: After much emotional strife, Clarice packs, and finds herself unable to let go.]

gwion-bach.livejournal.com

"Now that's convenient."

There is a harper standing in the bar with a piece of music under his arm. There is also a piano in the bar, with nobody playing it.

"I've always wanted to try one of these..."

Smiling, Gwion settles down and starts pressing keys, trying to figure out what's what.

fairest1.livejournal.com

[OOC: In a slowtimed thread that will be posted upon its completion, Millie took her first steps. Not knowing how long the slowtime will take, I'm setting it yesterday to save hassle. The point is, she can now walk on her own, though it's still a little wobbly]

Snow, Millie and Wade enter through the painting portal. Millie is walking tonight, her mother holding only one hand, more for reassurance than stability. They make their way to the bar and order dinner. Snow also recieves a box and card from Claire. She reads the card with a smile, then grins when she sees the contents of the box. She makes a note to do something nice for Claire to make up for forgetting. The family then heads for the usual booth. They all have matching, beaming smiles. Mun is now taking bets on how long this will last, considering that Snow will likely be informed of the events of last night soon. I've got $20 on five minutes.*

Current Mood: bouncy

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

OoM

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

Ryan is in the bar, with a book and some alcoholic beverage. Possibly brandy. Not sure.

Anywho. Talk to him if you want.

[OOC: He will be in the bar for about an hour or so. Depends.]

Current Mood: blah

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is outside.

He lies in the grass, almost-hidden by the vigorous green growth, and stares up at the sky, seeing strange things in the clouds.

And he thinks dark thoughts, worries, and is unhappy.

It would be great if somebody snapped him out of it.

The lawn really needs mowing, too.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty comes downstairs from his room in reasonable humour, looking round for anyone he knows - or anyone who might know him. He's spent the day thinking.

He orders his usual water and sandwich, then sees someone he does know. Dressed in an unorthodox manner.

dragon-paznic.livejournal.com

*Charlie wanders in, broom in hand, looking slightly worse for wear. He orders a cider and carries it exceedingly carefully over to a booth where he leans his broom up against a wall. Eventually*

Current Mood: drunk

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Guppy's third nightmare]

Guppy is in a booth with a large book. He looks less tired and more calm than he did last night. He would like to be bothered.

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Warren schleps downstairs for dinner post-work: late.

Mondays, huh?

highking.livejournal.com

Soon after Lilly Kane's departure, Peter enters, retrieves a cup of tea from the bar, and sits in a booth.

He drinks his tea, his eyelids drooping sleepily. After several minutes, he is, in fact, asleep, his head leaning against the wall.

After several minutes of peaceful sleep, something a bit like fear flits across his face, followed a moment later by outright panic.

"No," he murmurs, then a moment later, "No." And maybe, just possibly, very quietly, "Lilly, run."

And then there is an expression of fierce and utter determination, and then, once more, peace, tinged now with worry.

Until, after another few minutes, he jerks awake, looking around frantically.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kon and Tim have a discussion that leads to... unexpected results.]

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

*Will enters, and glances around the room for friends.*

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( A sublime evening... )

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's a late sleeper by habit, and having stayed up late last night, he's just now woken up to find Claire's no longer in his room. That might explain why there's a slightly worried con man running down the stairs and scanning the bar muttering about phantoms.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard. In the bar.

At the Bar.

Taking orders.

Imagine that.*

[ooc: Clarice gets a flat in the Staff Wing; Tom Riddle gets a scotch and an update on Bernard's love life, which is rather awesome; Sunny is imperious and snuggly and calls Bernard Daddy for the first time; Tony is depressed (OMG SHOCK AND AWE); Ace is seduced away from Tim with Vegetable Korma; Tim and Bernard talk about Security issues, including Faith and Barty Crouch, and Bernard pricks at Tim's conscience without meaning to; Laini is over-friendly; Q offers his services in the future; the Trips get cockroaches and a knife; Ginny's just plain nice and talkative; and Raph and Bernard talk about EVERYTHING (definitely worth a read).]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Against the mun's better judgement, there is a Jaina downstairs in the bar. Yup, there she is, at her normal booth. Thinking. Feel free to interrupt. She could use company.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo walks downstairs with, once again, his head stuck in a book and a sheaf of papers under one arm. Tonight, his hair is out of his braid and pulled back into a loose ponytail. It's entirely possible that he doesn't even notice.

He wanders in the general direction of a table. Please forgive him if he bumps into you, and tell him if he's about to bump into a wall.

Current Mood: enthralled

gone_byebye

Ray got rid of the Incredible Hulk slippers a while ago. This is probably because he feared dropping bits of wiring and chip-work and getting them stuck on the fuzzy parts- he's appropriated a table and is elbow deep in a complicated apparatus that came out of a red toolbox some people may recognize.

Others may not, though. And he looks like he might be entertaining to pester.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes downstairs, carrying two notebooks and a pen, and heads for the bar like a man in a hurry.*

Hi, hon. Tuna fish sandwich and a sixpack of Jolt cola, please. Thanks.

*He picks up the food as it appears, makes for a table, and starts looking around for Tim.*

*There's Planning to be done.*

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Lucifer is sitting cross-legged on a table, holding a piece of paper and looking pensive.

It's not a very good look on him, but he's giving it a fair shot.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil's in the bar with a tray covered in snacks - stop him and grab one.

mitzick.livejournal.com

The bar door opens, to the strains of ABBA.

(~~Monday~~ Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king...)

A large plumed ostrich walks into the bar.

(Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...)

No, wait, scratch that. A man wearing what appears to be a large plumed ostrich on his head enters the bar. Looks around.

(You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only ~~thirty-four~~ seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen)

Promptly makes to walk back out the door, only to find a wall where he'd just stepped in a moment later.

(You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...)

So he turns around, and timidly says, "what in the bloody hell?"

Mitzi Del Bra was expecting a bar, but this certainly wasn't the bar she was expecting.

Current Mood: confused

whats-it-for.livejournal.com

No wizarding hat, no robe, but the young man who just walks in still has the seven-foot long staff with a knob on the end that proclaims a wizard.

Well, even wizards have family. Kind of a prerequisite, really.

He also has the bright-eyed look of someone who has been surviving on coffee for the last couple of days.

steadfastknight

[OOM: Kitt and Michael speak, and not necessarily for good over ill.]

It all starts out well enough, with Kitt waking up and Michael ordering pizza for both of them. It all begins the downward slide when it's mentioned, again, how much time Kitt spent in Xanth. His Quest has opened a good few wounds between them. The discussion turned to Michael going with Kitt to Milliways, and how it no longer sounds like a place Michael wants to be - he doesn't want to be Michelle Knight, after all. Kitt thinks he's turning down a chance to have family, though. When Kitt asks Michael to drop the subject, the subject gets changed, but as all bad subjects tend to do, it came right back when Kitt apologised. When Michael asked why, et al, Kitt elucidated by calling Michael a hypocrite and airing his worries, wanting to leave, but knowing it wouldn't go far. The verbal barbs this time thankfully don't reach the point of physical violence like they did before. Michael even offers for Kitt to be able to leave, but he can't. It ends with Michael trying to comfort Kitt, though perhaps uselessly.