milliways_bar | May. 10th, 2005

May. 10th, 2005

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is falling. And then she is hitting the floor, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She hadn't expected to land, so she hadn't braced for the fall. She's surprised that it hurts.

Though the bloody bullet hole in the front of her catsuit might suggest a more immediate problem than bruising.

She blinks up at the ceiling, slightly dazed. And wondering why there is a ceiling, really.

What a way to enter a bar.

futures_of_ash

*Warning for darkness and mild violence*

( Confrontation: Rachel Grey and Kitty Pryde, done via AIM for ease between muns. )

"What did you do?" Rachel whispered to the shadowed form of herself drifting towards her from the booth with such a satisfied air ::~~Just got a little practice in~~:: the shadow replied, almost embracing the silently crying woman as it faded away under the lights. She folded up on herself once more, huddled under the edge of the bar and leaned her head back against the impersonal wood "Bar...arsenic? Knife? Anything...please..." she whispered.

Of course, there was no such simple answer forthcoming from the bar. She hadn't truly expected it. She'd have to look elsewhere...

Current Mood: Not all there

prydeful

After this, we have Kitty in a corner, head in her hands, and firmly ignoring reality, for as much as she can.

Not shaking.

Not crying.

Nope. Not at all.

ilducasaggio.livejournal.com

From a table beneath a lovely gas lamp (gas lamps, the things that people do come up with!), Prospero catches sight of Duo, walking across the room. The old man leans forward and says Duo's name, then, in a whisper that fastens to an updraft and flows to dance somewhere about the sides of Duo's ears.

--earthofmyfatherswaterofmymotherswindofmyspiritfireofmyheart, come, come, attend, attend--

Prospero leans back and waits for the boy to come near.

He's due a reward for being such a diligent student, after all.

blueeyed-boy.livejournal.com

Beneath the shadows steepled like arches in the corner of the room, Kevin's there. He leans his head against the wall, perfectly still. With his eyes closed behind his glasses, hands folded neatly in his lap, he could almost be sleeping.

Almost.

His eyelashes flicker. For a moment, there's a flash of fatal blue.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

There is a small woman curled up in a booth, reading Jane Eyre. She has the look of a college student who has stayed up the past few nights studying for finals and writing term papers. That is to say, she looks beyond exhausted in spite of the three cups of coffee she's had. See, Claire doesn't want to sleep and she's avoiding Sawyer, so there she is doing whatever she can think of to stay awake. At some point, either or both are unavoidable but she's hopeful. You gotta give her that.

[[Summary: Sawyer is concerned. They talk of her dreams, Seth's powers, and then Sawyer comforts her the best way he can. Afterwards she comes back downstairs and Ace slips her some sleeping drugs, tells her a story, and then takes her upstairs to watch over her.]]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

OOM. Faith in Hell, post this.

iustus_rex

There is an Edmund. Cue applause.

He has not been around much, lately. This would be because his player has been finishing her semester.

He is in a good mood this evening, for all of that. Because his player aced her last final earlier this evening.

Let's see how quickly we can change that, shall we? We can also hope his player quits with the whitetext.

last_adam

*Adam might be seen biting his lip in intense concentration before leaving the following note for Edmund with the bar:

( Read more... )

tame-wolf.livejournal.com

The wolfish coal-furred dog watches Peter usher Lilly out the door, feeling twinges of more than one kind of jealousy.

When the door snicks shut in its frame, she pushes herself to her feet and trolls the nighttime bar for free petting or plates that need to be licked clean. Her tail wags low to the ground, amiably.

v_knidh8er

Milliways: State of the Cleaning.

In case you haven't rightly noticed yet, the cleanliness of Milliways has been going steadily down hill since kidnapping and return of one Dr. Indiana Jones. New LoompaLand has been partaking in a strict lock down ever since the Doctor's escape. Currently there are six Loompas located above ground.

The Littlest Loompa^tm
And the five Rogue Loompas

The Little guy spends most, if not all, of his time in the company of one Doctor Evil.

The Rogue Loompas have been doing their very best to rebel against mainstream Loompa culture. Meaning, they've been sitting on their little orange kiesters doing pretty much nothing. But being a rebel is only entertaining for so long. Slowly but surely the call to clean began to resonate. Soon it was too loud to resist.

It started slowly. They would refill the toilet paper with the tab side towards the wall. From there they moved to Lysol graffiti on the bathroom walls. They began to crave the very order that they sought so much to be rid of, until they found a happy medium.

They rock and roll all night, and clean up every day.
That music you hear in the walls, that almost sounds like The Clash, that's them.

It's not great work, but it's a vast improvement from nothing.
Milliways, welcome your new Rock and Roll Janitors.

goddess-virlomi.livejournal.com

~~Now that Virlomi's Mun is done with exams and is back home and NOT having to deal with her mother being a needy person...~~

Virlomi enters the bar after what's a very extended absence for her--a few months, even. She had spent her time wandering about, finding out what exactly had been written about her and refuting it outright. It had been fun for a time, but even former goddesses need to return to a semblance of normalcy.

Why that meant she entered the bar, she was still unsure. Still, she sits down with a cup of tea and looks around for anyone--familiar face or not.

[OOC; mun is SO about to pass out-slowtimed threads? Pretty please with a cherry on top? :D]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*He's reading. Yes. Reading. In a booth. Why? Because he's had another squabble with his wife and wants a few new words to fling at her the next time they argue so that she doesn't use the 'unlettered farmboy' insult again. Come talk to the mildly frustrated Rivan King, why don't you?*

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

[OOM: Clarice's first night in the staff quarters, she dreams. Warning for gruesome imagery. Any staff feel free to knock on her door.]

Current Mood: horrified

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

Sometime between the dark of night and the early morning, a note is left with the bar for the following people: Andrew, Moiraine, Kitty, Jacen, Jaina, Anakin Solo, Luke, Val, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Siri, and Bernard.

( The note )

Current Mood: worried

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*he moves from booth to behind the counter and smiles at the bar in general even though he's still in something of a mood*

What'll you have this morning?

lvpd_sidle

[OOM: Sara has a nightmare.]

Sara is no longer abusing hapless pencils. She is writing furiously in her notebook, making a list. She isn't angry per se, just...frustrated.

If you ask nicely, she might not throw a pencil at you.

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down the stairs from the residential area and sets his big red toolbox down on a table. After fiddling with something inside, he goes over to the message board and tacks up the following notice:

Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch will begin once the current situation with Faith, of Bar Security, has been resolved. In the meantime, those of you with questions can come and ask them in person, as I'm not leaving the bar until at least then.

( A small photograph is paperclipped to the notice. )

-Ray Stantz

He then heads for the bar to grab some breakfast.

awesome_lilly

They make a strange pair, coming down the stairs together. Lilly is short compared to Peter, and her pink pajamas and fuzzy slippers are a bad match for his rumpled clothes and the sword strapped to his waist. Lilly finds a table and plops into a chair.

"Pete? Want to be my best best best friend and go order us coffee and cinnamon rolls? Please? Oh, and if you see any of the people who helped me last night, tell me. I owe them, big. Thank you."

She promptly puts her head down on the table and closes her eyes as Peter smiles and goes up to the bar to get their breakfast.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Claire has another nightmare and then a journal entry.]]

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

[In which: Garion talks about the tediousness of being the Belgarion; Sooty talks libraries and an argument over the word 'Muggle' becomes a discussion about genocide; and Ray worries about Faith and ponders what to get Barry for his birthday]

On entering the bar, Eska leaves a few notes in the bar, all written in her standard copperplate calligraphic script in blue ink.

"Bar, dear, could you give these to Ray, Sooty, Sara, and anyone you know to be friends with Barry? Oh, and can you fill in the date for me? I still haven't got the hang of the Earth calendar."

( To friends of Barry Allen )

It an unfortunate coincidence that the paper the notes are written on is from the same factory as the notes being left by certain anonymous patron, giving them a worryingly familiar look when folded.

When the notes disappear, Eska thanks Bar fondly, and takes a beer over to her fireside seat.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace spent another night awake - this time in a good cause, but still. So she's in her comfy chair, with a pot of tea on the table along with
a small pitcher of cream.

Even with the tea, she's slowly losing the battle. Someone come rescue the teacup she's cradling before she drops it?

thisisafact.livejournal.com

It looked like a bar. What the Force was she doing in a bar? A better question would've been how she got there, but at this point she didn't really care.

Her light eyes turned to slits and her mouth formed a line. This was perfect, what a way to end her day. She slipped out of the light, fished a comlink from a large pouch on her belt and tried to speak into it, hoping to reach someone. Her husband, her guards, anyone. Just as she suspected, she got no response. She was a Queen, a Queen of the sixty-three worlds. . . and here she was in a bar. Good excuse to take that damn crown off though. She pulled it free from the tangles of her hair and slipped it into the pouch.

[OOC: I'm working on a painting right now, so I might be a bit slow.]

highking.livejournal.com

[OOM: Peter and Susan Delgado begin to train Duncan to saddle.]

bloodyrockgod

Charlie sits at the piano, with Seth in his carrier nearby. Seth is busily chewing the ear off a stuffed koala. Charlie is playing the Goldberg Variations again: Bach, he would opine, is good for brain as well as the soul.

He's not paying much attention to the music, though: he's watching the stairs and the hallway to the Staff Quarters much more closely.

[summary: Charlie tries to convince Sideshow Bob he's not just an hallucination, and then gives Mikey a guitar lesson and mocks Jimmy Buffet. But he mocks with love. No, really.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina walks downstairs, yawning slightly, still tired from the late night of thinking. She heads over to the bar to order a caf and a sandwich, and is surprised when two notes appear alongside the beverage.

She opens the first note, grinning in surprise. Barry's birthday Friday? She'd have to think of something to make him as a gift. Taking a sip of the caf, Jaina opens the other note, reading it slowly. Her good mood quickly fades away, and she bites down on her lip, thoughts of a conversation from the other night rushing back into her head. She looks at the sandwich, suddenly not so hungry anymore.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( Back from vacation... )

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen, dressed in a pair of black pants and a dark blue shirt, enters from the lake door. Realizing that she probably smells like her pegasus, she goes up to her room, and comes back down about half an hour later, with wet hair and wearing a pair of khaki capris and a blue t-shirt. She gets tea and her tray from the bar. Come pester the waitress!

last_adam

*Adam's in the bar, and while he doesn't look anywhere near as tense as he did yesterday, his eyes keep sweeping the room, looking for something or somebody*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes downstairs with his apron on and heads into the kitchen to begin helping with breakfast.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is sitting at a booth, working on homework. Or at least -trying- to work on homework: his attention keeps wandering, and it's just a lost cause.

But that's okay. Nothing can bring his mood down right now.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

There's a calico cat, with a silver bracelet for a collar, staring at the door to the security office. Its a particularly green-eyed, ticked off stare- the sort cats give people they don't like, until it feels like there a set of drills boring into their skull.

The door to the office isn't moved, however. Edielwiess' ear twitches, and she grooms a white paw.

Then goes back to staring.

jedi-siri.livejournal.com

Siri enters the bar, goes to get a drink and finds Anakin's note along with her drink. She raises an eyebrow and grins to herself. "Right."

She shrugs and settles down into a booth and watches people in the bar.

Current Mood: amused

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri's back in the bar at her usual booth, once more with the English/Aurebesh book. She's got the alpabet down, and now she's working on her vocabulary.

She's quite cheerful, having met two more Jedi and completly missed the Return Of Palpatine last night. Life is good.

[Mini-summary: Jaina tells Tahiri about Palps and Jacen. Both of whom show up later in the thread, much to her headacheyness. Palps tries to convince her that he's not all bad, and Jacen is worried about Jaina.]

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

[OOM: Excerpt from Val's journal: Plotting, or What d'ya do with a wrinkly Sith]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava in the security cells. Really, everyone gets tossed into them at least once.

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

Anakin is in the bar ~~because his mun is an overprotective bitca~~. Feel free to have at and introduce him to your friends. He doesn't bite.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

A still slightly dazed looking Max pads in. She'd managed to aquire, or had been given, a different set of clothes, so she's no longer looking quite so...well, shot. She looks around quickly, taking stock of her surroundings.

"Still here. Joy..."

Current Mood: confused

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

A rather beautiful man is sitting downstairs reading Paradise Lost. A cup of ice water is nearby well within sipping range. Casually surveying the bar almost as much as he is reading, the professor has a look of pleasant bemusement on his face.

silessid.livejournal.com

Lysaer is seated at a booth, wondering vaguely how he's going to get home if he can't leave. Its something of a tricky proposition.

He still doesn't know about the front door. All in all, he's not having a terribly coherent explanation of the whole thing.

((Class calls. I flee. Back late, but feel free to post. Becca, I responded to your last comment in the slow-time.))

mogget_cat

*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, wearing his normal white dress-shirt, and the pair of black pants the bar gave him. They serve only to make him look paler, to make his white hair more stark. Yrael looks vaguely troubled as he settles down on a seat at the bar.*

Current Mood: troubled

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is in the greenhouse today, tending her new flowers, the pansies, poppies, violets, and daisies. She's not tended them for a few days, so there is weeding involved, and much work to be done.

That's good. She was in the bar earlier and kept looking up in the rafters for Faith. And of course, she's...someplace else.

Gardening has always been a good way to keep her mind off of things. And of course, snuggles the night before helped.

Elaine's working pretty hard, because the trays of flowers are huge, but she definitely wouldn't mind company.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting with a cup of tea, leaning over the history textbook that the Bar provided with the tea. It seems the Bar knows his class was covering the Kennedy presidency, and though Behrooz would really like to mutter something about how knowing about Kennedy's economic policies really isn't going to help him if he dies soon, anyway, his conversation with Chase is still pretty fresh in his mind, and he decides not to annoy the Bar. At least it takes his mind off the fact that his mother is engaged in yet another shady conversation.

He'd probably really like an excuse to take a break from studying.

[For Millichannel summarizer: Behrooz meets Kitt, and go through a conversation that includes dealing with moving, Millitime, quantum physics, and comparing Milliways to God. Good times.]

Current Mood: working

steadfastknight

To some, a familiar face was at the bar. He sat there, staring into a glass of, of all things, soda. The bubbles were enough to keep him distracted.

He'd only meant to go to the bathroom.

And he found it hard to step out of the door and be where he'd intended to be.

He didn't really feel like being in Milliways. He didn't really feel like being anywhere. But a few minutes of being somewhere that didn't automatically hold stress would be... some small gift.

95-tan.livejournal.com

Yes, it's been a while. Windows 95 has been around, just... um, you missed her. Yeah.

But here she is now! Along with the usual bundle o' fabric cleverly hiding a katana, she's got one basket for shopping.

Before going for a meal of RAM, she snags one of the neglected terracotta pots.

Anyone want to interrupt her meal before she goes on her outing?

Current Mood: cheerful

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOC: Letter to Crowley]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony is outside by “his” tree reading a magazine.

And that’s about it.

kabeleced

Reg's in the bar again.

In a tutu, again.

Today, however, he is instead curled up in a booth, trying to keep attention away from all the purple tulle.

The way he's curled up -- knees to his chest -- does that rather well; however, it brings rather more attention to the pink boots.

It seems he's in a lose-lose situation.

[[Summary: Garion comes over, and he and Reg discuss tutus and culture shock. Ish.

Barty and Reg have a bizarre conversation about nothing in particular, during which Reg loses his shirt and gains one made of fishnet, instead. Then Barty kisses Reg. Then Reg kisses Barty. Then Barty disapparates. It's longer than this gives it credit for, and there is a lot of whitetext.

Del tells Reg he's more a sunshine-yellow gamma ray type person, his mun has to resist the urge to say that no, Reg isn't made of light, thanks ever so, and they talk about color. Conversation turns to Reg's dragon tattoo; he says it's static, and Del whitetexts "I want to be static" in her next comment. It then turns very confusing, and shortly Del calls Reg strange. (Consider this. Del called Reg strange.) Then she uses her "change is coming" icon, asks him to tell Desire -- and the rest of her family, if he sees them -- she misses them, and gives him a chocolate chip muffin.]]

nita_callahan

Nita's at the Bar, drinking tea, just thinking. Or trying not to think. She hasn't been around much for a few days.

Her right hand is bandaged, a thick pad of gauze tied over the palm.

[OOC: Mun is around for not sure how long -- may be pulled away unexpectedly.]

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

Chase inna bar. The usual--toga, sandals, laurel wreath.

He's sitting at a table, sipping a Sprite and looking lonely and miserable.

He could really use some company. Come on. How can you resist those improbably blue eyes?

[OOC: Mun has to leave in about 20 minutes and will hopefully be back on at around 6:45 EST.]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways, post this]

Current Mood: distressed

thecoolone

Bill stands by the door leading up to the rooms, arms folded across his chest, a quiet smile on his face.

Then the smile fades. There's one person he didn't ever expect to see here.

But family is family, no matter how distasteful or estranged.

futures_of_ash

Rachel is still curled up against the front of the bar after this bit with Kitty. The increasing amount of people seems to be making her edgy though. Anyone sitting on a bar stool right in front of her may run the risk of being bitten or worse.

Current Mood: crazy

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee is in the bar.

She doesn't look happy, exactly, but she does look relieved.

And maybe a touch hungover.

And for some reason, she's carrying a small watering can.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is drinking a mug of that insipid, sludge like brew he calls tea. He's staring at his spell, watching it work. He looks...rough. He didn't sleep well last night. No wonder, huh? After seeing Faith like that...

Tim sips his tea.*

garcon-dor.livejournal.com

Galahad comes downstairs rubbing his face and frowning, not looking very awake. He brushes a hand over the bar absently.

"Something to eat, please?"

Nothing. Galahad's frown deepens, but then he sighs.

"Oh. I see. I haven't apologised to Bernard yet. I will, you know, as soon as I see him. I haven't been out much."

After a beat, something appears on the bar. It isn't food, that's for sure.

Colour Galahad shocked out of his wits.

He stares, for a while, and then reaches out gingerly to pick it up.

After a moment, he swallows hard. "Um. Thank you. Yes. I’ll just –"

He walks upstairs again, bumping into a few walls on the way up.

no-glasses.livejournal.com

Percy re-enters the bar proper, still a bit shaky on his feet. While he's not sure how much time has elapsed, he's reasonably sure he passed out after emptying his stomach the night before... it seems that the sensation and surprise of entering an unfamiliar place unwillingly, the shock of meeting his mother as a young woman, and the strange certainty that he might not leave any time soon having taken their toll. He thinks he might have accidentally bumped his head in the fall, but he can't quite remember.

His face is clean, but his eyes are rimmed red and his hair rumpled. His robes, shirt, and pants, while still relatively clean, are messier than he'd prefer. Looking up from his feet, he glances around the room.

"Bloody hell," he mutters. "Still here."

Seeing no-one familiar, he chooses to stumble into the nearest booth, pulling out a spare bit of parchment and a disposable Muggle fountain pen (which he'd grown accustomed to keeping close at hand for emergencies), and begin writing.

"If anyone could tell me the whys and wherefores of this place, I'd be quite grateful," he thinks, noting what he already knows on the parchment in front of him. "Though, actually, almost any company would be preferable to sitting around wallowing in confusion."

Current Mood: queasy

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

"Yah-dah-da-dee-dah-da-dah-dah, Dah-da-dah-da-dah-da-dah Abracapocus... " He hums some, then "Hocuscadabra..."

The Clown Prince of Crime saunters in, singing merrily.

Summary: He meets Lt. Nahrat and snarks with that being.

chelleuncurled

Michelle is in the bar. She has a diet coke and is sitting at a table.

once_a_queen

*Susan walks down the stairs, smiling. The Bar provided her with Chanel No. 5 today. She's very pleased, and she smells lovely.*

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael is curled up in the corner with Shakespeare.

Not actually Shakespeare, more's the pity.

Blasted man still owes him half a crown.

In any case, he's more than willing to be interrupted*

Current Mood: good

balletrat

*Meg walks downstairs and into the bar, aiming in the general direction of coffee.

She looks calm, and composed; quite normal, really. It's easy enough.*

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid isn't in the bar. He's out back enjoying the evening air. And breaking pottery, wand at the ready.

"Reparo, damn it!"

The shattered terra cotta makes inly half hearted attempts to return to it's previously unbroken state.

Perhaps a distraction?

the_lioness

*Alanna is people watching in an out of the way booth. Two things are of note. Firstly, she's wearing a dress. Secondly, there are dark circles under her eyes. Someone hasn't been sleeping. The snoring kitten currently curled up on her book obviously does not suffer from the same affliction.*

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick wanders down, grabs dinner from the bar, and stalks to a booth. He looks...rather perturbed and not at all pleased and in all ways unpeaceful. He also looks mad as hell.

Disturb at your peril.

[ooc: and mun must sleep. Back in 5 hours.]

true_desire

Desire hasn't put a physical appearance in the bar for a good long while -- unless, of course, you consider it in the Endless' terms.

The usual table has not been reclaimed and Desire is there, drawing a cigarette out of the silver case. The Endless lights up and sits back as if there hadn't been an absence at all, watching the other patrons with a faint smirk.

ohjeffrey.livejournal.com

[OOC: Sorry about not posting much! I just got a new job, and I'm not allowed to LJ from work! ;_;]

Jeff sits down on his couch after what felt like two weeks' napping. "I hate naps," he mumbles to nobody in particular. "It's like sleeping, but not really. You don't feel rested afterwards, and it's worse on the dreams--"

He blinks and realizes that he's talking to thin air again. A little bit tiredly, he goes to the bar to order a pint and sits back down.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton was, for some reason, sprawled out face down on the floor of Milliways and he couldn't think why. He knew it was something to do with either Pazaak or the destruction of the Ravager above Telos, but he couldn't for the life of him think of which. The former was more likely though, people did all sorts of crazy things when they win - including it would seem, knocking them out and depositing them in a ... where was he anyway? He pulled himself to his feet and looked around. A bar ... with lots of strange people in it. Atton had seen a lot of races before and somehow they didn't measure up to how many were in here.

So, he had lost a game or several of Pazaak and the winner had ... knocked him out and put him in a bar full of weird and crazy people? Didn't quite ring true somehow. What was he thinking about the Ravager again? Something to do with it exploding and that big scary Sith Lord guy Visas was always going on about dying.

He approached somebody, tapping them on the shoulder.
"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where this is, would you?"

not_that_spike

Spike sits at his table by the fire, leaning back, smoking. He stares into the fire idly, and every now and again tilts his head to the side as if he's remembering something. He probably is.

There's a cup of coffee on the table and a donut that Bar insisted on giving him, even though he didn't ask for it. A dark chocolate old-fashioned, covered with a glaze of sugar. He picks at a piece of it, but right now the cigarette is what he wants.

He thinks of Beth, and it makes him smile.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Outside by the lake, there's a Jedi practicing her saber skills. Jaina takes a deep breath as the remote flickers briefly out of her vision, brushing her forehead with the palm of her free hand to wipe the stray strands out of her eyes. Her hair's tied back in a tight braid, and she's dressed in a sleeveless tunic and pants - what's become her typical sparring outfit. She's trying hard to make up for missing this morning's practice with Tahiri; the practice remotes she borrowed from the other girl help immensely, in that task.

The remote hums to life again, and Jaina quickly turns to her right, immediately placing her saber between herself and the incoming stun bolt, deflecting it with a matter of ease. -buzzhummmzap- As the assault from the practice remote continues, she finds herself relying more on the Force rather than any of her other senses. Her moves are somewhat aggressive as she fights her way towards the source of the bolts, pouring out all her frustrations into the workout. -hummmmbuzzzzap-

She can use a break.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is in the bar, sitting at a booth and scowling at a book. It's rather thick and heavy, and he probably needs distraction from the school-forced homework. Distract him?

mogget_cat

*There is a white kitty curled up on the bar. Go rub its ears; it might grant you three wishes!*

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen is in the bar, with tray, and more tea. Yes, she is taking two waitress shifts today. Come pester her!

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine went upstairs after her chores in the greenhouse were done, and bathed and changed her clothing.

She's in the bar now, her hair is slightly damp, and she has a book. It's Sonnets of William Shakespeare, and she also has dinner.

She's up for company.

turnipman.livejournal.com

Watch out, Baldrick's about.

He's in the kitchen, in fact - today it's his turn to prepare the dinner specials. The kitchen rats have wisely barricaded themselves downstairs until he's finished, leaving strict instructions that on no account must he leave food unattended on the stove for more than one minute - they're still trying to get the smell of burnt liver out of Baldrick's favourite saucepan. In honour of Europe Day (which was actually yesterday, but Baldrick forgot about it), today's dinner specials have a European theme. And since Baldrick's knowledge of Europe is limited to the latest battles of the Napoleonic wars, tonight's dinner specials have a Napoleonic War theme.

He stumbles out, specials board in hand, and fixes it where everyone can see it.

eveenIng all! tunighT's dinnR specaLs aRe:

Smoked Salmon Napoleon (smoked salmon, cheese, and tomato pastry)
Shrimp Waterloo (with rice and asparagus)
Chicken Marengo
Beef Wellington
Zucchini Napoleon
Nelson's Meatloaf

[ooc: Baldrick's back in the kitchen, so don't order from him - please order direct from the bar via this thread or via your own thread! :)]

forthsdaughter.livejournal.com

Amongst the crowd, it was strangely much easier for Nefret to get downstairs without arousing Ramses' notice here than it ever was back home, even if their rooms were next door.

So now she is curled up in a booth, nursing a steaming mug of tea.

Go love her. She's moping again.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht cautiously makes his way down the stairs from the upstairs rooms. After working late into the night with Ray, he had asked for a roomkey and found he had been assigned a room with no windows and walls of basalt smoothed to a silky sheen. In other words, it was just the place to make him feel at home. He isn't sure quite what to make of it, but decides just to ignore the implications in the name of maintaining his sanity. He'd gotten a good ten hours in (Horta sleep cycles are generally ten in forty) and was ready to have breakfast and perhaps explore this establishment a little more.

But first he has to get down these slagging steps without falling. There were precious few stairs either at Starfleet Academy or on the Enterprise and their very structure was contrary to how Hortas moved. Each step requires careful bracing lest he lose his precarious balance and go tumbling down their length, likely leaving a large crater in the floor when he lands and God help anyone who might be in his path.

It's taken him about 10 mintues to get halfway down already.

Current Mood: annoyed

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is at the Bar proper, attempting to drain another pot of tea. It's a last-ditch attempt to stay awake long enough so when she does crash, odds are she'll wake at something approximating a normal hour.
She's also trying to read her book, but with less success. She hasn't turned the page in the last fourty-five minutes, and she's not that slow a reader.

last_adam

*Adam's in the bar again. And he's smiling, oh is he smiling*

collects_ears

George walks behind the bar.

"Dinner specials are posted here . Tonight's drinks are Haiku Martini, Harvest Moon and High Voltage." he announces to the bar.

"What'll it be?"

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's sitting in a booth with a broken guitar, some wood glue, and some duct tape. He's muttering about parents who leave their klutzy kids in bars.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar once again, but tonight he's not aimless. No, tonight he has a purpose: he is looking for several specific people, a couple of which he has never had cause to speak to, and perhaps some he's never even seen before. But still he's looking for them. Andrew Wells, Lord Tom Ostium, Meg, Bigby... who else is he supposed to be looking for? Not Lysaer?

macleod_connor

There is an immortal in the bar ~~with entrance post, no less~~. He's having a drink, sitting at the bar.

boy-not-lost.livejournal.com

The scene is familiar by now.

The boy with angel's features sits at the bar, lost in a book with a mug of coffee at his elbow. The bumbler occupies the stool next to him.

steadfastknight

Kitt had finally moved from the bar. He'd gone upstairs and he'd found, of all things, a fern waiting for him. He'd known its species immediately.

Now, he was coming downstairs with the fern in hand. He knew he couldn't take it with him, but for some reason, he didn't want to leave it upstairs for the moment.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Liz is at the bar, eating a dinner of cheeseburger and fries. She's still reading Romeo and Juliet.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty wanders into the bar, looking thoughtful and a little more apprehensive than usual. He's got a quill in his fingers, and is playing with it; there's also a roll of parchment in his hand, though no writing is visible on it. He orders a Beef Wellington from the bar, as well as his usual tap water, and settles at a booth.

prydeful

Step One: Drink a great deal of coffee.

Step Two: Do not go back to crazy house of Xavier, instead, spend the night at crazy Milliways Bar, which is actually quieter, and ain't that sad?

Step Three: Switch to drinking tea at a table, when you come down from the room. Ignore any snarking that might start as a result of this beverage choice.

This is apparently how Kitty is more or less calm, if still Really Not Happy about having her head messed with by one Rachel Grey yesterday.

Hey, if it works.

fiendsoncue.livejournal.com

From the rafters, a note floats down, and lands on the bar, from where it vanishes to be picked up later.

It is addressed to:

( Mrs. Valentine Esther Wiggin-Skywalker )

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Around the time Baldrick starts his shift, Michael wanders out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. When they're clean, he absently levitates the cloth back into the room he just left, glancing round to make it land in the laundry basket.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Letter to Crowley]

gone_byebye

One can only spend so long fooling about with the contents of a single toolbox. Ray has himself a bunch of wiring and electrical things- an entirely different bunch from last time, which he is endeavouring to join up in various and sundry ways. Preferbly so that the results come out very, very small, which looks as if it may just be possible.

He also has a glass of creepy looking dark green fizzy drink; the liquid is faintly opalescent and appears to be sluggishly moving of its own accord.

silessid.livejournal.com

Speak of the...well. He's not a devil. Not even a demon. There is, however, one blond prince back to staring out the window with a growth of bristles on his face. He still looks good. It is possible that he'd look "mildly mussed" when dead.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Sitting in a booth, way out of the way is a waitress. At the moment, she has decided that she will take the night off. Why, someone might ask? It might have something to do with the note in front of her. There's a dark look in her eyes, and she's scribbling furiously at a notebook. It is quite obvious that Val is Not Pleased.

95-tan.livejournal.com

Yeah, she left a while ago.

But Windows 95 is back now, and with a basketful of goodies and a potful of cherry tree sapling.

She deposits said pot outside for whoever's in charge of that sort of stuff to deal with.

With the accomplished smile of a woman who's done her duty, she heads to the Bar for a celebratory pot of tea.

Current Mood: accomplished

sai_delgado

Susan Delgado comes out of the staff quarters and goes to the bar. She seems quiet this even, mayhap because she's been thinking about Faith.

She gets a cup of hot chocolate and takes it over to the couch, where she curls up, quietly watching other people in the room.

[Summary: Susan has a brief but very illuminating conversation with Desire; later, she and Roland talk for the first time since their fight, and things are mended between them as well as can be.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire passes through the bar without even glancing around her to see who's there. She heads outside, out by the lake and makes her way to a tree on the far isolated end. If you noticed her, you might see that she looks worse than she did before. That is to say that the rest she got last night only served to make her look more upset. She could probably use someone checking up on her, even if she'd never admit it.

[summary: Claire speaks with Raph about her concerns regarding the Phantom, her nightmares, and Seth's saftey. Tony is concerned. Ace is relieved Claire doesn't know she drugged her, and then the talk turns to Claire's feelings toward Sawyer. Ben stops by to catch up. And Esk has some reassuring information on the Phantom.]]

maladjust.livejournal.com

Tucker Wells is in a booth. Even though Tucker hates you all so bad.

He hasn't heard the news about his brother getting unbound yet.

Who wants to tell him?

[ooc: supposedly doing homework. however, am easily distracted. there will be delays, but they will be short.]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes downstairs, one hand fisted in his pocket.*

*Oh, hey. There's someone he's been hoping to see.*

*He heads over.*

river_meimei

River is in the bar.

She's sitting at a table far back in a corner, ankles curled around the rungs of the chair, hands resting on the table.

Just watching people. Or possibly the air. But probably people.

[OOC Summary: River meets Lilly, has a quite friendly talk with Windows 95 in which they discuss Anthy and the OS does not flee in fear of viruses, is mildly whimsical in the brainpan at Mal, discusses rewinding (metaphorical or not, it's hard to tell) and brothers with Anthy, and chats with Alice.]

maxwellsdemon02

Duo isn't working tonight. He's sitting in a booth with his back to the wall, sharpening a set of knives. There's a plate in front of his, but the food has only been picked at. His hat is pulled down low over his eyes.

An old book is on the table as well, Tale of the Genji.

Current Mood: determined

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is in the bar, with coffee. He also looks just the slightest bit restless and edgy.

It's a fair bet there's a certain Slayer who fell in a certain Hellmouth on his mind.

http://users.livejournal.com/_wonder_girl_/

Alice walks into the bar.

And blinks. And then smiles brightly.

It's been awhile since she's been able to get here.

She heads to the bar, where tea and a small plate of iced biscuits are promptly ordered.

gonna_live

It's been a while, sure, because she was trying to avoid Simon, because that was easier, wasn't it? And this had always been Simon's place -- Simon's and River's -- and even though it was hard to avoid him on Serenity she managed to succeed, and even though there were a few raised eyebrows when she stopped sitting by him at meals nobody said anything, not even Simon, and that hurt a little, but it was all right because she was trying not to think of him like that since he obviously didn't think of her like that --

But maybe if Jayne was going to show up more often, and since Wash was here a lot...maybe it'd be okay if Kaylee came more often, too.

And besides -- where else was she going to find a new boy, anyhow? Options are limited on a ship. Especially Serenity.

So back to Milliways with Kaylee Frye, mechanic to the ~~stars~~ ~~space bandits~~ ~~bitter war veterans~~ uh, people who pay her to be at one with the engines.

She smiles, takes a deep breath, and heads for the bar.

simon_doctor

There's a doctor in the bar.

He's paging through an electronic encyclopedia, and doesn't seem to realize for several seconds that he's here. (Which, given the noise level, is nothing short of bizarre.)