milliways_bar | May. 13th, 2005

May. 13th, 2005

gramarye1971

*Merriman enters the bar, dressed in the University's formal Convocation habit -- black and scarlet robes, subfusc, all the trimmings of academical dress. He is scowling slightly at a piece of paper in his hand, and as he enters he folds it into quarters and lets it vanish from his fingertips.*

*muttered, darkly* If they insist on hiring invigilators who can barely manage to stay awake....

*He glances up at that moment -- and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of two people sitting together, apparently in conversation.*

*The pause lasts for several beats before he manages to collect himself, and heads toward the bar, purposefully not looking in that particular direction.*

[Summary: Merriman's conversation with Gwion leads to an argument about the Light's manipulative nature, and he and Guinevere speak to one another for the first time in quite a while.]

[Or to put it another way, pray silence for the Robert Shaw Chorale's stirring rendition of 'The Light Sucks, Oh Yes It Does'. CDs available in the lobby. No flash photography, please.]

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs from Moiraine's study, and goes to the bar to write a note.

Alain. I went back to the Dreaming.

Roland is not a man of many words.

He leaves the note with the bar, and goes back upstairs to Moiraine's study to leave for the Dreaming.

mr-brian-kinney.livejournal.com

It had been a while. A long while. But it had been on his mind to return, so finally he did.

Brian slouched against Bar, caressing her with his index finger as he ordered something appropriately manly, yet sweet. He perked a brow and observed the other patrons, picking out blonds in particular.

Current Mood: horny
Current Music: Mogwai - Take Me Somewhere Nice

steadfastknight

Kitt had entered with the intent to be in his motel room. The bar seemed to have other ideas.

He and Michael weren't going to be in Quincy for much longer, but it seemed that tonight, he was going to sleep in a bed that fit him a bit better than the one in that motel. He could use the rest, he thought as he walked in. Besides, he wanted to check on his fern.

But for just a few moments, he could go to the bar. And he could order a hot chocolate. When it appeared, it was his old favourite size - rather large, in a styrofoam cup, with a very convenient straw.

"Thank you, Bar," he said quietly, and then settled to lean there, eyes mostly closed.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

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in-it.livejournal.com

Andrew was exceedingly more eager to return to Milliways now that he knew what to tell people who mistook him for a turtle. It had seemed a good day to pop in, as Sam was at work and Andrew was more than a little bored. He'd sat in Sam's living room watching the hamsters moving around in the Habitrail for about twenty minutes before he decided he needed to find something more productive to do. Interestingly enough, looking for another job hadn't entered his mind quite yet.

So it was that Andrew found himself again in the bar, and quite pleased with himself because he had managed to order a cup of coffee (Two sugars, no cream) and a bowl of Lucky Charms from the bar all by himself -- The first time he'd ever ordered anything alone. He plopped down at a table and set about eating his breakfast, wide eyes turned up to the other patrons to see if anything interesting would happen.

Mark's mom was right; the marshmallows were the best part.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

He sits at a quiet table somewhere in the Bar. He's enjoying chocolate chip waffles, eggs, and a cup of coffee. A nice sedate breakfast on the occasion of his birthday.

Barry hopes it will be a quiet day. Lunch with Sara, maybe a walk along the lake, but not much else. It's not like he told anyone but her what today is. It's just not his style to look for that kind of attention.

He has no idea. None at all. Feel free to disabuse him of his ignorance.

Summary: Wherein Eska gives Barry a cake and a windup model of the Discworld; Ray gives Barry books his mun now has to read; Jaina gives Barry a translation of a children's story from her universe and the offer of one free lightsaber lesson; Suti gives Barry a tapestry from his world; Sara gives Barry her journal to go with the furniture; Tim gives Barry a lab in a box; and Bart and Andrew&Meg gives him cards. Oh, and he talks with most of these people, too.

[ooc: Please post anything birthday-related here. I will respond as best I can, in case I get busy or in case you post after I am offline.]

slayer_fray

(OOM: Mel dreams. Which isn't unusual, I just wrote this one down)

Mel comes in from the staff quarters, her uusually sun-starved skins positively white, excpet for her artficially dyed lips and matching circles dark under her reddened eyes.

She checks the door before breakfast, glares at it when it opens onto a wooded path instead of her home city, and walks over to the bar for breakfast. Her movements are controlled, but slow. She just needs coffee.

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane heads somewhat sleepily downstairs and straight to the bar, where she whispers earnestly for a moment. The bar produces her requests, and she takes a moment to write a note before walking out the door.

[Summary: Lilly braids Pete's horse's hair, they go for a run, he asks her to tell the story of Rhindon and she agrees and then he accidentally pushes her into the lake and she pulls him in too.]

( For Pete )

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in the bar.

Nominally.

Seems someone didn't make it to bed last night. She's still sacked out in the corner booth, her head resting in the crook of one elbow on the tabletop, her bandaged hands flat on the table.

Someone really ought to tell her it's time for breakfast.

Or, you know, laugh at her choice of sleeping arrangements.

milliways_sawyer

Oh, look. Sawyer's up before noon. He's sitting in a booth drinking coffee. He doesn't look particularly happy to be up this early. One might even say he looks surly. An observant person might notice his right hand has quite a few fresh cuts on it. A quick look at the shards of mirror that lie on his bedroom floor would explain why. His is one room this phantom guy isn't going to be peeking into.

[Summary: Sawyer and Jaina swap trash-talk over their bet, and Jaina tells him about Emperor Palpatine. He is, understandably, worried.]

gone_byebye

It's morning. Ray's awake. He's not wearing the Hulk slippers. This is good, because they don't really go with the company logo shirt he retrieved from the Firehouse the other night. Oh well.

He looks around for a particular person or group of people, spots them, and heads their way with a package under one arm.

last_adam

*Adam. Pre-coffee. On Friday the 13th. Not a pretty sight. Not at all.

He yawns and makes his way up to the bar, getting his coffee and slumping his head on his hand*

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Eska enters the bar carrying two boxes. One roughly cub shaped, and a foot across, and wrapped neatly in brown paper, the other, balanced on top, is a large round chocolate tin with an disgustingly cute scene on the lid of a rather frightening looking family sitting around a furious fire. Someone with a diseased mind might think the scene homely.

With her staff tucked awkwardly under her arm, she heads towards the fireplace.

balletrat

*Meg wanders downstairs.

She looks a little better rested, a little less weary. A little less likely to gloom at you if you see her. It's a start.*

called_lioness

Lucy enters the bar.

Finds out somehow about the Narnian ~~Sing Along Dance Along Do Along Points to Anyone Who Gets This Reference~~ Campfire thing. Say Kitty. Kitty could tell her. It's possible.

And goes back to bed.

Because her mun? Is so not with it.

Oh. And gets flower.

Yes, fine, the mun will fix this into something real and backdated later, but right now, food!

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in from the Lake area. There's something jumpy about his movements. Could be that he's running on very little sleep. Could be he's worried. Our sensors indicated he's just really really stressed.

He takes a spot at the end of the bar which allots him the best view of the room.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tims in bar again. Lord knows how he got there. His outfit is immaculate for a change, everything in place and clean. His trenchcoat almost sparkles it's so clean. He's having a go at wearing a tie with his normal outfit. Tea is no where to be seen today. Tim glances to the door, hoping beyond hope that Faith has come back... nothing. His left hand holds a pair of sunglasses, which he is constantly fiddling with.*

not_that_spike

Friday. Time for some Kung Fu.

Spike waits for Elaine, water bottles at the ready, all rested and content.

Or all stretched and alert and ready for anything. Sometimes just looking at him, it's hard to tell. Spike knows he's a walking contradiction, and he pretty much likes it that way. Makes it harder to predict his actions, and he could do without predictability except for in two areas: knowing the odds on any fight he's about to enter, and having an escape route.

One reason he likes Kung Fu in general and Jeet Kune Do in particular is that it makes people think in terms like flexible and ready and calm instead of aggressive or winning or kill. Today, he has a couple pillows, the usual jump ropes, and...

...attitude.

He drinks a cup of coffee while he waits, going over drills and practice techniques in his mind. He's been doing this so long it's all automatic. Getting past the fluff in his brain and actually coming up with a plan is the toughest part of the whole thing.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Having talked to Kitt for a while, Asar-Suti now approaches the bar with a picture in his hand.

Carefully, he pushes the empty bar stools aside.

Then, he draws a quite long and complicated rune over the picture, and when the violet energy fizzles out, there are two book-cases and a chest of drawers standing beside the bar. Having crushed no bar stools at all.

"Bar, can you please deliver these to Barry Allen's new room in the staff wing, with a note they're from Sara Sidle?" he then says.

The furniture vanishes, and Asar-Suti straightens the bar stools so they're ready to be sat on during Garion's morning shift without half-awake patrons dropping off them because they were too far from the bar for safe slouching.

Then, he goes to feed the trilobites, nodding good morning to Esk.

[[OOC: Mun must now go now, do stuff and home herself - back in 90 to 150 minutes from posting this. But the furniture had to be delivered before Barry's birthday gathering begins...]]

mandyforhire.livejournal.com

Mandy walks in through the front door and looks less than pleased.

"This place again?"

Current Mood: annoyed

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire hasn't slept since Wednesday morning and she looks it. Last night she kept herself awake by drinking Coke until she made herself sick and then she started working on a project for Liam's birthday. Now that she has completed it, she's in the bar eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich by the fire.

And as tired as she is, she's smiling smugly to herself.

Nightmares: 7. Claire: 2.

[[Summary: Asar-Suti reminds Claire they are supposed to be going dancing this weekend. Meg and Claire finally meet to discuss the Phantom, and the cute blonde icons are blinding! Ben is concerned over Claire's nightmares and she and Guppy bond over their mutual lack of sleep.]]

boy-not-lost.livejournal.com

Jake.

Coffee.

Bar.

Again.

stilljustandrew

OOM: Scribbled in Andrew's notebook

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes downstairs with Seth-in-arms, and sits at the bar. "Breakfast, please, Bar," he says, yawning, and up pops waffles with strawberries and a bottle of baby formula. "Ta." He gets the baby situated first and then starts eating, smiling a little at the enthusiasm Seth shows for his breakfast.

"Bar," he say eventually. "It's Liam's birthday today and I'm stumped for gifts. Any suggestions?" He can't remember what he gave Liam last year, if indeed he remembered at all. Which is unlikely, unfortunately.

The Bar has better ideas, and presents him with a bottle of cognac tied with a bright green bow. "Brilliant," Charlie says with a nod, and manages not to wince as the price is added to his tab. "Thanks, Bar. He'll love it." He finishes eating quickly--there is no rushing Seth, of course--and looks around to see if Liam has come in yet.

Which he has. Yay!

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

Enzo in the bar. Check.

Energy shake in front of him. Check.

Gun at side. Check.

Door to Mainframe still locked. Check.

Is Enzo worried about all this? ~~Yes he is. It's really starting to get to him. Especially since AndrAIa is nowhere to be seen.~~ No. Why do you ask?

Current Mood: agitated

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Has anyone else noticed recently how comfortable the sofas over by the fireplace are? Archie and Svava have, they've spent more than one night curled up together on one or another of them. Last night was no different. They're laying there, wrapped up in Archie's jacket, sleeping peacefully. Or at least Svava is sleeping peacefully.

Archie dreams.

He wakes with a start, still surrounded by her scent, her warmth, and for a moment, he thinks he's still dreaming, but then he remembers the beautiful way she had gasped and cried out.

It was not his name that she had called.

((~~This is mostly a placeholder for now, any comments will be slowtimed until I get off work tonight.~~ Back now!!!))

teirnan.livejournal.com

The faint sound of snuffling can be heard behind the door, but anyone nearby doesn't need this sound to tell them who's returned to Milliways.

If it's not Vaii's distinctive perfume then it's the seemingly one-sided argument between warrior and lir that nails it.

The gruesome twosome has returned.

Barricade the gardens.

Current Mood: cranky

shelley_winters

Shelley.

Bar.

Coffee.

Looks relived to be there.

Come and say hi?

badinlatin

Mal's in bar. Not so much with a plan beyond having some tea and finding an out-of-the-way chair to occupy. Shouldn't be too hard, yeah?

Feel free to entertain/distract/chat. Mal's in a good mood that way.
[[Summary: separate threads with Eddie and Cuthbert about gunslingers, River, war and death, and a conversation between Mal and Warren about cell phones, multiple word meanings, and Kaylee blowing up the Serenity.]]

Current Mood: content

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris is in the bar, curled up in a large chair nearly asleep with a book under her head, and an arm draped over the arm of the chair. A chipmouse is sitting on her shoulder, tugging on her ear, vainly attempting to stir her.

Current Mood: sleepy

the_lioness

*Alanna sits at the bar studying a map again, only this time she's making odd markings along several of Tortall's borders. A large plate of untouched food and several empty coffee mugs line the bar beside her.*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael is in the bar, in a suit, rounding people up to take them to New Orleans and the wedding. He's already seen Liz, Max and Isabel safely through the door, and is now looking for Meg and Alanna, as well as anyone else who might want to go.

ms-myers.livejournal.com

Nina's at the bar. No drink, just sitting by herself, staring rather sourly at the list of specials.

Come lighten her mood?

Current Mood: aggravated

fated-fox.livejournal.com

[OOM: Hale and Kya begin their explorations of the lakeside and the forests nearby.]

Current Mood: curious

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a chair, sipping coffee and paging through what looks suspiciously like an upper-level university physics text. Odd choice of reading material. Her focus seems to be split between reading and people-watching.

Feel free to grab her attention away from either.

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Happy Friday.

Warren's out of work early, in the bar (obviously) and pondering how one gets in touch with the unholy power which is Wes.

ISO: a demon summoner, an unbound patron of Hell, or someone with a cell phone.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia is in the bar - this time dressed in far more normal jeans and black jumper, with her hair in a simple plait. No leather today.]

[she is also sitting at the piano, listlessly playing with the keys. She still can't play, but if she reads another word she is going to scream.]

Current Mood: listless

fallout-charm.livejournal.com

Lucca at a booth, Gate Key, Gate Scanner, and a note book... she seems to be taking readings and making notes. Feel free to interrupt her.

mother_lost

[OOM: Waaaaay OOM. A pregnant Guinevere asks Merlion for help, back in the 6th century AD.]

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's sitting in a quiet corner where he can keep an eye on Barty Crouch, Jr., without giving in to the urge to kill him. Other than that, he's in a great mood! Come on over and say hello!

saint-veritas.livejournal.com

[OOC: I have written permission to God-Mod teh Murph if needed while Murph!Mun is away.]

Murphy is sleeping peacefully (at least Connor assumes the sleep is peaceful. He really has no idea...

He scribbles a quick note to let Murphy know he's gone down to get a drink at the bar...And to the bar he goes. His steps are slow, pained. He's pretty sure he'd regret sitting at the bar, so he takes his drink and limps to a booth.

OOC: Connor's first open in-bar post. Please don't hesitate to ~~harass~~ introduce youself.

stilljustandrew

OOM 2: In Jonathan's Room

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris Chappelle in the bar drinking a diet coke, eating jelly beans and flipping through an old Cosmo she found lying around.

Current Mood: bored

the_seafarer

Caspian is practicing his swordplay.

It's a beautiful evening and he could use some company. Come say hi.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

In a bar called Milliways, there was a prince called Mordred. One day, he was in an odd mood, so he came downstairs, found his normal table and began to carve a piece of wood.

Or, rather, he began to work on a piece of wood he had been working on for sometime.

...or, simply, Mordred's in the bar.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

The back door opens, and Val walks in, shuffling a bit stiffly. She wanders over to a booth, grabbing tea on her way. Propping her feet up on the bench, she winces visibly. Someone should have told her not to fall off the Pegasus. Seriously.

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

Ben's sitting somewhere up the back, quietly keeping to himself. Observing.

platonicowgirl.livejournal.com

*Kathleen pokes her head into the bar, apprehensive.

Her son's not in the main room.

Almost shyly, she approaches Bar, who produces a glass mug of Irish coffee.*

Um. Thanks.

*She looks around at the bar's patrons.

Time to get to know a few of the people who come into her son's bar.*

Current Mood: anxious

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

It's a few hours after Elaine's Jeet Kun Do lesson with Spike and she's decided to bring her sketchbook and pencils downstairs. She feels like drawing today.

She tends to block out everything when she draws, so she might not notice you at first as anything other than a subject for her artwork.

But if you speak, she'll generally respond.

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing is sitting at a table, drink in his hand, mostly untouched. He seems to be both deep in thought and rather troubled by something... or about something.

Beowulf is resting on the floor beside him.

sai_delgado

She comes in from outside, smiling, and makes her way to the bar. Susan Delgado gets a cup of hot chocolate, which mayhap is not at all unexpected by now-- but she also asks for and receives a handful of thin leather strips.

A few moments later, she's settled on the couch near the fireplace, and has started plaiting something, with occasional pauses for a sip of cocoa as she works.

[Summary posted here.]

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is in the bar. Today is his 28th birthday, and that together with the fact of his having a two-year-old daughter may explain why his clothes are slightly... glittered.

Come and say hi.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur's at the bar again. Go figure. A cup of tea appears by his elbow as he takes a seat - clearly, she's already getting to know him.

"I think I'll have something stronger tonight, actually."

The tea disappears and is replaced by a glass of amber-colored liquid that may or may not be beer.

(slowtimed)

Current Mood: thoughtful

hg-unwell.livejournal.com

Griffin isn't particularly happy.

Oh, granted, it could all be worse, and the only thing keeping him from noisily and recklessly venting his frustration is the knowledge that it could be worse.

Whatever had happened to him,

Don't think about it don't think about hands that can palm a skull don't think about teeth don't think about pain blood dying

he'd ended up in what he'd first thought a pub-- but from the steady stream of people heading up and down the stairs, it was evidently an inn, too. Griffin had tried a few the rooms upstairs, but none yielded to his testing.

Food was out of the question until he had somewhere to conceal himself until it assimilated. In a normal inn, there would be a break of a least a few hours between the time all the guests went upstairs or toddled on home for the night and whenever the staff got up to start on breakfast-- not so, Milliways.

Well. A night's eavesdropping had given him the name of the place, at least.

At any rate, Milliways seemed to run at all hours, with hardly a slowing-down to mark the dead of night, and the kitchens were always busy. Griffin had spent the night curled up in an odd corner, alternating between watching the crowds and dozing.

Tonight, though, tonight as he wanders, Griffin spots two rather attractive young ladies. Two pretty blondes combined with what sounds (even to his Victorian ears) to be slightly archaic speech patterns is more than enough to attract his attention, so he finds himself listening in.

pee-jee.livejournal.com

And PeeJee's in the bar again-- or headed upstairs, actually, straightaway.

After a few minutes, she comes back down again and orders a beer.

Kitt's fern is watered, beer is nice, and maybe now she'll get a chance to read Tears of the Giraffe before Anna's graduation ceremony tomorrow.

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

Chase is in the bar, drinking a Sprite and munching on some fries. He's gotten a little more sleep than usual, and the Bar has started giving him normal clothing again, so he's not in a thoroughly horrible mood, even though he has "Mai Ha Hii" stuck in his head and that's enough to make anyone homicidal if it goes on long enough.

Come talk to him! Especially if you can get the song out of his head.

kabeleced

There is a tutu in a booth. There is also a pair of bright pink boots and a pair of fishnet stockings. And, today, a fishnet shirt. Again.

The fact that they're connected to a person named Regulus isn't really relevant, is it?

artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

Jane enters the bar, skull-and-crossbones bag in tow (it looks rather full) - she doesn't look very happy with the world at the moment. Before going to a table, she stops by Bar, who greets her with a Shirley Temple.
"Thanks. And can I get a room key as well?" One materializes, and she smirks. It's not a very happy smirk.
That done, she takes her drink and key over to a table, where she gets her sketchbook out of her bag and starts drawing. She's willing to be interrupted, though, especially if someone's got good news.

emersonson.livejournal.com

Ramses Emerson, egyptologist and linguistics specialist, is out of is league. He tries not to let it show, confidently walking down the stairs and through the crowd to the bar, but once he reaches it and finds there is no one serving, he is at loose ends. So he leans against the bar, casually, watching the crowd and attempting to get his bearings. This place is quite unlike anything he has ever seen before.

balletrat

*The bar counter has just acquired one Meg, in tutu. Accessories not included.*

the_antiangst

Angel's over by the fireplace, with tea and paradoxes. As usual, one might call it. Bother him as you will.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire comes downstairs to the bar to get a thermos of cocoa, glances around quickly, and then heads outside to sit under a tree by the far side of the lake. She'd prefer to be alone, but since she hasn't slept in over sixty-two hours, it might not be such a good thing to leave her out there by herself.

[[summary: The sleep dep is starting to eat Claire's brain.

Claire and Bianca catch up on their lost loves. Snow is motherly at Claire and with Claire, as usual. Ace comes by and the two trade information on the Phantom, thus spreading the hysteria. And Nathan stops by just in time for Claire to have a nervous breakdown.]]

galacticemperor.livejournal.com

Earth people were very nice. Apparently they had entire games based upon His own life and exploits.

He cackled gleefully as He played a game called "Star Wars" where He could blow up people like Yoda. What sheer delight!

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom walks into the bar backwards, wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans and gesturing animatedly.*

Yeah, it was really --

Really . . .

Oh, hey.

*He pauses, looking rather amused to be back. And rather sunburned.

And rather ridiculously hatted.*

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

(oom: From here)

Lady Death floats in, trailed by

firmus_piett and her Hellhounds. She lands and turns to him. "Who should we ask?"

The Hellhounds growl, sensing someone who kind of reminds them of Lucifer. Lady Death turns to look in the direction, absently slipping her hand off Darkness to pet them both, soothing them.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

There is a man in black that seems to lurk in the shadows...but Zedd isn't paying him any attention, if he even exists. He is just sitting quietly, drinking his tea.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at a booth doing a large jigsaw puzzle, with very small pieces. He's been at it for a little while, and has managed to put the edge together, but doesn't actually know what the picture is. He looks slightly dazed, and seems totally oblivious to what is going on around him, but would be happy to chat to anyone who comes along.

awesome_lilly

Lilly in bar, as she is. Happy to talk, as she is. Not suddenly turned into Yoda, as her mun is.

[Summary: Lilly meets the wizard Zedd and they talk about stupid people and being bound. Lilly gives Cuthbert a What up, sai? a nickname, and an explanation of gay puppet love. And that’s before River comes over. Finally, she meets Duo and they rip the lid off the tea conspiracy.]

highflyin-scott.livejournal.com

Nathan comes in from out back. Mostly he can be found out there on the court Garion made. He's sweating and in basketball clothes, but it seems very natural for him. He goes up to the bar itself to get a bottle of water.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

There was a couch. On the couch, there was a Bonnie, and she was fast asleep, cheek on a notebook, a pencil having fallen out of her hand onto the floor beside said couch. All-nighters usually ended with her asleep on a keyboard. There'd not been a keyboard handy, though.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

No surprises from this corner, tonight. Cuthbert comes in from the staff quarters, gets coffee from the bar, and, seeing Susan already at 'their' couch, heads over to join her.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty comes into the bar, orders a glass of water, and transfigures it into wine.

Hey Mr Pope, make him a saint!

He's not quite got used to his new wand yet. Each wand is unique and takes a while to get the hang of when you're used to a different one. He's only managed to transfigure the water into a light, overly fruity Vin de Pays. But he's getting better. By the weekend, he should be up to Chateauneuf du Pape.

He sits down at the bar, looking around at the patrons.

mogget_cat

*OMG naked Yrael in the bar.*

*In cat shape.*

*Sorry to disappoint.*

*He's still cute! Go pet him!*

Current Mood: "cute"

jack_inthegreen

The front door opens and Jack steps in, bringing the scent of rainy spring days with him. He clearly did not expect the bar: his hands are full of gardening tools and there's dirt ground into the knees of his jeans. But he simply shrugs and sits at the bar, tucking his tools away until it's time to go back home.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Millitimed to last night, Tony and Michelle continue to argue. ]

Tony's been in the bar for a while. He might have even slept in the bar. He might even be in a bad mood, even though Chris Chappelle decided to forgive him. So maybe that's upgraded his mood a bit. But he'd still like to talk to a friend.

Current Mood: okay

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Looking tired and worried, Bernard emerges from the Staff Wing.

Nymphadora's working really late.

He sees his mother talking to Crowley and his expression lightens considerably.

He gets tequila and walks over.*

Current Mood: worried

gone_byebye

Sometime after breakfast and a friend's birthday celebrations, Ray vanished upstairs to work on some project or other. He's finally finished with it now, and so he heads down into the main bar to seek out something that might be considered dinner.

Sooner or later he's going to run out of Chinatown restaurants as sources of menu inspiration, and the Bar will probably be glad of it, but until then hey, he's a left-handed guy who knows how to work chopsticks and that makes him happy.

So does talking to people. Come say hi.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason wanders in the bar. He's feeling friendly tonight. And not snarky...no not at all...

Current Mood: cheerful

notinthefett.livejournal.com

This has been delivered. The guest list is as follows:
Andrew Wells, Anya Jenkins, Dawn Summers, Tucker Wells, Kaylee Frye, Ray Stanz, Dr. (Indy) Jones, Mouse, Val Wiggin, Meg Giry, Shelley Winters, Anakin Skywalker, Mike, Raph, Hyde, Kitty Pryde, Deadpool, Michael Guerin, Maria Guerin, Max Evans, Liz Parker, Tom Riddle, Archie Kennedy, Svava, Gil Whimple, Natasha, Bernard Wrangle, Faith Lehane, Charlie Pace, Dream.

Most guests have been accounted for as a 'Plus one' (want to know if you are a plus one? Go here), meaning it's expected you'll bring a date, and there will be enough chairs.

aj_crawley

*Crowley's not at his usual table. He's at a booth, off in the corner. Possibly. Assuming that there is someone behind the teetering mounds of paperwork*