milliways_bar | May. 15th, 2005

May. 15th, 2005

*Angie apperates into the room and heads to the bar. She orders a butterbeer and some paradoxes and heads to a booth.*

*Drusilla has been in the bar for a while, standing in front of the destruction window watching as the universe comes to an end, over and over again. Her hands are pressed to the glass and her eyes are wide in wonder, as if she has never seen the sight before. Even at her worst moments she never fails to apreciate the sight of a billion stars exploding around her. She is singing softly to herself.*

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
How I Wonder What You Are.
Up Above The World So High,
Like A Diamond In The Sky.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
How I Wonder What You Are.

*She sighs deeply as the universe resets, ready to end all over again. She's not going anywhere fast. After all, at Milliways, she has no time, and yet she has all the time in the universe...*

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael comes into the bar, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket and shoulders hunched slightly. He's muttering slightly grumpily under his breath*

-pposed to be spring, for Heaven's sake...

Current Mood: cold

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

From his stool Indy saw everything, and heard much. With typical poise, he leans against the bar quietly drinking his beer. He may look a little detached, but he is far from despondent.

[Summary: Indy discusses Faith's return with Mel, before the conversation takes its usual nose dive into Mike-related banter. Much to Indy's chagrin, it comes to light that she thinks he and Mike are part-time gay lovers. Later on Delia alerts Indy to Josiane's return, and they have a slightly breaky discussion about some home truths... or mistruths as the case may be. They manage to resolve their friendship and return to being cute before heading to bed]

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

OOM: Millitimed to fall between here and here. Continuity loves us.

Thom and Lucifer. Again.

Plot-ficcage. The mun should not be given free rein with characters like this, because she has entirely too much fun writing things that then proceed to eat her sleeping time.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

[[OOM: After this]]

Asar-Suti slips in the door, in female shape, with Claire passed out over her shoulders.

The small blonde is quite out of it, and 'Ash' peers around the bar for people to help her with Claire, looking very worried.

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael leads Crowley out to the lake, choosing a clear space of grass which isn't immediately visible from the bar - it's been entirely too long, and he's finding his partner quite ridiculously distracting, and he doesn't quite feel up to an audience*

Current Mood: nervous

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways]

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

Bonnie wandered downstairs, yawning. For once, she was without notebook, and unfortunately, without robe. She should've thought of that, but she ended up just in her nightgown when she sat down at the bar and asked for fresh, crispy-glazed doughnuts and plenty of coffee. She'd probably end up going back to bed, but for now, she was too awake to try.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry enters. He is happy. Something that kind of astonishes him. But he's not one to question such things.

He's reading the Thomas Hoving book Ray gave him, and enjoying a cup of decaf.

Come say hi.

Current Mood: happy

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

At some point, Faith posts the following note on the notice board.

Dear all,

I'm home. Not dead. Do not recommend Hellmouth as vacation spot. Service sucks and the bastards expect you to tip.

Will be fine. Sorry for the scare.

Faith.

kite--string.livejournal.com

Kennedy wanders down from her room, distractedly fiddling with a stake, she's been training and hoping that somehow by waiting patiently, and staying sharp, she'll suddenly become unbound, it's not working and she's mopy missing willow. She stops by Bar and gets a cup of tea and a crumpet with marmite and goes to sit down in the corner, on her own.

Current Mood: moody

slayer_fray

Mel comes into the bar from the staff wing, scythe on her back, and cuts across the bar towards the lake door for her early morning swim.

She's cleary distracted or something, because she doesn't scan the bar for people she might recognise. Shame that, considering who she might see.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Millitimed to last night -- Nita has another glass box dream, in which Ba'alzamon really begins breaking her sanity.]

nita_callahan

[Coming from this reaction to this dream.]

Nita's sitting curled on the hearth of the fireplace, as close as she can get to the heat. She's looking on the haggard side.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom walks in and takes a seat at the bar, yawning.*

balletrat

*Meg wanders downstairs. She looks rather better-rested than she has in a while.

That doesn't stop her from aiming straight for the bar counter and the coffee, however. Being awake is no reason to turn down perfectly good coffee.*

theultimatelady.livejournal.com

Amy walks through the door, and looks very pleased with herself. She didn't think she'd be able to get here from somewhere that wasn't Tim's basement lab.

She makes her way to a booth, then sits back and people watches, drumming on the table bongo-style. Technically, Amy is supposed to be looking for Shelley, but there are plenty of interesting people here who aren't her ginger ninja.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jaina in her room, the previous night.]

Jaina. Outside by the lake. With her lightsaber and a training remote. Practicing against the laser bolts as she works out her aggrevations with the exercise.

[summary: Tahiri comes outside for their typical lightsaber practice. The girls briefly touch upon their argument from last night before starting to train , which lasts for many, many a comment. Finally, after challenges of 'tired yet?', Tahiri admits to wanting to go get a drink, and they end sparring for the day.

Jaina, however, remains outside to practice more. At some point, Barry comes over to watch. They talk briefly and Jaina asks if he wants to take her up on the offer of a small saber lesson she promised as a birthday gift. Barry gets the lightsaber, and eventually, Jaina lets him practice agains the remote and Barry starts to use his super speed to deflect the laser bolts. Finally, Barry to Jaina, having very much enjoyed his lessson.

Back to practice for Jaina. She notices a presence in the forest and decides to go investigate. There she meets Ludo, and the two decide on being friends. Jaina asks him a lot of questions, and feels even shorter than normal when she sees Ludo at his full height. But because Jaina isn't the Solo twin with the crazy interest for animals, she leaves shortly after.

This time, her training against the remote is interrupted by Zabuza. He critizices Jaina's lightsaber and her method of training, much to the girl's annoyance. They talk about sneaking up on opponents until Zabuza dissappears, leaving Jaina with some words to think on.

Finally, Mel interrupts Jaina's practice agains the remote. The two girls briefly talk weapons, demons, and fighting, which leads to a duel challenge from Mel, that Jaina eagerly accepts. The duel starts out pretty clean with sword versus scythe, but quickly leads to use of kicks by Mel and the Force by Jaina, making the fight more intense. An attack by Mel and a dodge by Jaina lead to mutual appreciation of the other's skill and and end to the duel. They talk for a few moments more before Mel offers to buy Jaina a drink and they head inside.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara comes downstairs, rubbing at her eyes. She sees Faith's note and breathes a sigh of relief.

Nutrients acquired, she curls up on a couch near a fireplace, thumbing through a forensics journal. Feel free to bother.

the_lioness

*After a lengthy training session out by the lake, Alanna enters and immediately gets some coffee from the bar. Faith's note immediately catches her eye, and she beams, blinking back tears.*

Thank the Goddess. Everyone present and accounted for, I think.

*She continues to stand there, rereading the note and trying not to think about what Faith might have been through. Faith used the word "fine." In Alanna's experience, people tend to use the word "fine" when they are anything but.*

aj_crawley

[OOC: Post-Milliways Entry]

blue-bat.livejournal.com

Dick hates Roy. No, really. He hates Roy.

The guy has infected him. Infected him with some sort of plague or something, and now Dick's sneezing and coughing things up that he never even knew were in his body, and...

And Milliways really isn't where he wants to be right now, but the bar grabs him anyway.

Dick rolls his eyes at fate, and decides to use the chance to go get some more flu medicine from the bar.

thedemon-zabuza.livejournal.com

Usually people don't see Zabuza, even though he is there. He stays with the trees most of the time where people can't see him. But there he is, walking on the outer edge of the trees. He seems to be at peace near them, like he has finaly come home after years of searching.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

Clarice comes in from outside, wipes the sweat from her brow, and goes to the bar.

"Water'd be great," she says, and a glass appears. She takes a long gulp before flopping down on a barstool.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

Blaise is sitting at a table, writing on some paper that the bar gave him. Actually, it's more like scribbling and doodling. He's a little distracted and depressed right now.

alas_alas

Echo slips into the bar, wrapped in her white blanket and looking at a really thick magazine. She settles into her old both and continues to look at it, occationally making notes at the side of the pages with a pen.

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

Marrow sits on a bar stool, it seems to be becoming a regular spot for her. A mug of coffee is next to her, steam curling up from it. She plays with the little stirring straw, causing a whirlpool to form in the mug. Her eyes are slightly glazed over as she stares at nothing.

Her mood? Bored. Come cure her of it.

((Mun must be off as she is not at her house, the computer there is broken. She is now off to return to the internet-less home. Pray for her sanity.))

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith, apparently wound up getting some sleep after all - she comes down into the bar from upstairs, yawning and rubbing sleep out of her eyes, and heads straight to the bar for coffee.

Feel free to glomp!

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

Temporal paradoxes: conveniently explaining mun absences since 1987.

For Roger, it's been less than a week since his last conversation with April. There have been brief trips into the bar itself for food, but it didn't register that time was passing differently there than it was upstairs.

He's been working. It's been very slow going.

Location changes can help, though, so he's settled on the floor near the fireplace with his guitar. He furiously scribbles in his notebook, pausing every thirty seconds to test out a chord before grabbing his pencil and drawing a huge "X" through swaths of notes, mumbling to himself the whole while. A good half of the notebook's been filled up this way.

gris_bug_man

Entomologist in the bar. For some reason, he has had the theme from Jaws running through his head all day.

Feel free to ~~break his mind~~ ~~skewer his worldview~~ bother.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Valkyrie, back in the bar where she's not been much of late. Its nice to change that. A note on the message board catches her attention, and its with a much lighter step that she continues her way to the Bar.

The weather's getting too warm for hot chocolate (alas), so while she figures what to order to drink, she asks the Bar for something to read. "Informative so I can learn something, but nice as well, if such a thing is possible?"

Svava's still rather expecting some sort of lesson book. However, the relatively thin, paper-bound semi-book with a yellow border that appears seems much more interesting.

the_seafarer

it isn't a particularly nice day, but bad weather has never stopped Caspian from his practices yet, and it won't now, either. Sweating even in the chill breeze, he concentrates on his form.

Practicing aside, he could probably use someone to physically or verbally spar with. It'll be time for him to take a break soon, anyway.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

All the horses are out to pasture, now; Alain closes the paddock door behind Spirit and heads back to the stables, coiling the lead rope as he goes. Time for afternoon chores. He's smiling a little. He's still worried about Faith, but very relieved too, and it's still just good to be doing the old familiar work of stables and horses instead of being stuck inside or taking aimless walks around the lake.

[OOC summary: Lilly comes to see Duncan, and ends up telling Alain about Disneyland instead. Clarice has her first day of work at the stable, and they discuss Mid-World and Hannibal. Gavroche is cute and enthusiastic and helpful, and meets Melina the pegasus.]

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Bigby walks up to the bar, and picks up a newspaper, a fresh pack of cigarettes and a glass of water from it. He then settles down in a corner of the bar.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tims in bar with a cup of tea. He's been thinking a lot recently. Youthful thoughts and youthful face. Poor guy. He leans back against the bar itself, watching the room. People. So many. So long. Good lord.*

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Another sunny Sunday - only this one has a cold wind.

Gil writes the usual Sunday roast menu up on the board:

Roast Beef, Horseradish Sauce, and Yorkshire pudding

Baked Gammon with Pineapple, Butternut Squash and Sweetpotato Puree

Nutroast with Buttered Parsnips and Rosti

...then goes out through the kitchen, skirts the garden and walks down to the Lake.

It's been a while.

fiendsoncue.livejournal.com

There is a man in the bar, looking through a few pages of script and sipping a glass of wine. The script has perhaps four lines of dialogue within about ten pages. The rest is taken up with some rather incomprehensible-looking lyrics.

He looks as though he would mind being distracted at all - he is obviously the kind of man that loves meeting new people and hearing all about them. Why not go ~~tell him your life stories~~ have a chat?

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Upstairs. ]

[[Summary: Claire wakes up, Sawyer chastizes her for her lack of sleep, and she makes him promise to keep his distance while the Phantom is loose.]]

jack_inthegreen

Jack enters the bar from his garden, a book under his arm.

Even when you've been alive for millenia, you tend to stick with things you like.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in her 'get away from the bar' booth, staring at a rose. A cream-colored rose. With very long, sharp thorns. With a black ribbon tied around it.
Looks like she's on someone's shit list.

Every once in a while, she takes a sip of cocoa. Someone ought to rouse her a bit, before she misses dinner, the way she missed lunch.

(Summary: Helen is happy, until Ace is blase at her about singing stalker gits. Faith brings food, but Ace flails and is guilty at the returned Slayer instead. After some talk of hell, and talk about talking about hell, the conversation takes a 180 and they talk about Bernard's sex life and OTPs. Also, a Cabbit bounces by.)

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Xander, against his better judgment, is in the bar. Because hey, a guy's gotta eat, right?

And Xander's early evening snack is both delicious and nutritious, including chocolate chip waffles, a Snickers bar, and a plate of fried paradoxes. Yum!

Current Mood: hungry

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has the baby in a booth. Seth is enjoying his supper with his usual enthusiasm. Charlie just looks tired. This fulltime parenthood thing is hard.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe doesn't exactly run down the stairs, but she does walk rather fast into the Bar.

She looks over in the direction of the door leading back home, sees it's still there, and turns to the Bar.

"Could you-"

Oh, for crying-

She doesn't have what she's supposed to have. She turns her purse contents out onto the Bar, but doesn't see the letters. Any of them.

"This is some sort of sign isn't it? You sneaky-"

Enter Chloe O'Brian, extremely frustrated.

[ooc: One thread still slow-timed with Michelle, and I'll summarize this tomorrow, as it has surpassed 100 comments polar bear?]

feintsoncue.livejournal.com

Walter has a joy buzzer.

He's not really sure what to do about it, so it stays on his tray as he does his rounds, collecting glasses

Don't mind him, he's only Walter

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan, in a booth, with another magic book.

He's worried by the things required by every resurrection spell he can find. He hadn't expected it to be easy, but these are... dark.

slayer_fray

After breakfast, swimming, talking to people and some time in the gym, Mel comes back into the bar from the staff wing, carrying a back pack and a sword as well as her scythe and gun.

She tries the front door, is disappointed, and heads over to a table for pizza.

Come steal a slice.

neosso-irrado.livejournal.com

[there could be a Sario in the bar]

[quite probably, really.]

[drawing, of course, because some things will never change.]

barsoflight.livejournal.com

*Paul is not sure why he's out here, sitting on the grass with the flute resting against his knee. It's not for peace and quiet; the house has been quieter than ever lately, even with Robin home. Partly it's Will. There's something weighing on his mind, and it's infecting the rest of them.

Or maybe it's just affecting Paul.

He's still thinking of the sober, thoughtful look on Will's round face when he lifts the flute, and, half-unconscious of it, begins to play.

The last notes of Greensleeves die away, and Paul scrambles to his feet. Under his breath:* Ah, here again.

awesome_lilly

Lilly has entered the bar, talked with some friends and is now sitting at a table with a drink. She's plotting things. It might be best for everyone if you distract her.

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

[OOC: Bigby gets semi-involuntarily roped into dancing lessons by Snow and Nick's collusion.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

There is a very annoyed and shirtless Puck in the bar. He is standing in front of Bar, tapping his foot and looking at her with a put-out expression.

"What do you mean, you won't give me any fillet of a fenny snake?"

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Over at the piano, there's a black-and-purple winged angel playing Be My Yoko Ono, possibly in honour of Lord Wimsey.

Okay, not 'possibly.'

Just, perhaps, for the sake of irony.

She's also got a coffee, and is attempting to drink it and play at the same time without spilling.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

MacManus brother in the bar.

The (quite literally, now) younger one.

Right now, he's carrying two orders of burgers and paradoxes while trying to spot where his brother's run off to.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

It was craving that got him up and moving, heading down the steps to the bar. Craving for a milkshake and onion rings. He threw in a cheeseburger for good measure because he needed the iron and the protien. He's also got his copy of Dickens' Great Expectations and a crossword puzzle book on the table next to him. He's not particularly interested in either one at the moment.

Point is, there's a House in the bar, and he's bored. He's down to four Vicodin a day (the proper dose, about half what hewas taking before), trying to make his supply last until June 9 as Bar instructed. It's not easy, but he's making it work.

milliways_sawyer

Sometime after this, Sawyer comes walking downstairs wearing the same clothes he had on last night and sporting a bit of bed head. He walks over to the booth where he'd left his guitar last night and sits. He strums on the instrument absently as he thinks.

badinlatin

Mal has consumed an entire table. Several rags in various stages of disintegration lay about in front of him alongside three different sized bristle brushes as he dismantles his revolver to clean it. Not exactly frustrated, but he's definitely got a look of concentration going on.

Come interrupt. Interrupt carefully, but interrupt anyway.

Current Mood: determined

gone_byebye

Maybe he's been around and you just didn't see him, or maybe he was out and therefore unavailable. Possibly he was even in his room. Hard to say. Doesn't matter; Ray's in the bar now, with a sandwich and a glass of something an entirely different colour of unwholesome green than usual. Oh, and both his portable computey-things, and quite a lot of schematics drawn on paper.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David wanders into the bar. And considering how he's carrying a towel in his hands and has one wrapped around his waist and is slightly dripping wet, it's probably safe to assume that he didn't intend to come into the bar.

A heartbeat, and he's turned around, stepped back into Tokyo, and reappears, fully dried and dressed and looking a tad confused.

He shakes his head, goes to the bar, and orders a whiskey, making himself comfortable at a booth a moment later.

Current Mood: confused

jordan-shaped.livejournal.com

Jordan Catalano sits at the bar with a heaping plate of nachos.

His hair is in his face,a nd his collar has a stray thread.

He's picking at the nachos, eating what he considers 'the good parts' and leaving the rest.

He's bored.

saint-veritas.livejournal.com

The painkillers Sara had given him wore off a bit sooner than he'd hoped.

He left Murphy again to go down to the Bar and try to get more.

Which means there's a Connor inna bar. Feel free to ~~harass~~ join him for drinks and conversation.

He's in a booth with a fresh dose of Tylenol and a glass of Pepsi. He sees other people with beer and mixed drinks, and he's jealous.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes in and heads straight for the piano.

He hasn't seen Faith.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo wanders in from the staff quarters, carrying his guitar for the first time in awhile.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR drives into the bar from outside, shoving the door open with a thump. While he's been careful around chairs lately, no such caution is reserved for the door. His scanner moves back and forth steadily, as usual-his good mood seems to have stayed an unusually long time. Still being careful of the the chairs, he begins to prowl the bar, on the hunt for anyone or anything that might catch his interest.

http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/

Old Carrotsides
Enters the bar

She hops over to the bar right off the bat. "Mew? Mew mew meow me--" Bar? Can I have a--

She is presented with a package. She

*poof*

turns into a toddler and tears into it, curiously and excitement singing through her circuits. "Oh!!!! <3! I love it! Thank you!"

She zips around the bar to show it to everyone.

Current Mood: ecstatic

shelley_winters

Shelley enters the bar from upstairs. She still hasn't been back to Copper Edge, as she has not managed to find Rhalen for self-control training yet.

She hasn't been sleeping, either. She just went up to have a shower and change her clothes. The routine is comforting.

So, Shelley, damp hair, bar, looks welcoming. Come and chat!

sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com

By the lake, Sabin is practicing once more. He brought a large amount of wooden pillars, of several heights, some mere one-foot tall stumps, some 6-feet pillars, and went over the task of sticking them into the ground, forming a network of poles, each about two feet from the next ones. The whole area used is, if that much, 30 x 30 yards.

After that, he practices his martial arts forms, moving from one pole to the other, hopping, blocking, kicking, striking with Tiger Fangs and Dragon Claws, some times just holding an intricate posture for a long period...

Sure, feel free to bug him.

(people feel free to start the convo as he is setting up the workout area, or later...)

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Daft Punk - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Check it out. Mouse is in the bar. Lately he's been kind of ~~hiding~~ hanging out upstairs.

But you can talk to him now if you want. He's in a booth with some french fries.

the_seafarer

Coming in from the lake, Caspian picks out a table and sits, carefully unbelting his sword and laying it next to him on the ground.

He's waiting for Peter, but would be open to saying hi.

balletrat

*Meg comes into the bar from out back, after a good, healthy practice session, and settles herself down at the bar with coffee.

. . . what, you expected something different?*

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*he trots down, tosses on the apron, sets everything going, and finally settles at the counter*

Anyone hungry?

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche bounces happily in through the painting portal.

tibetanmethod

( upstairs )

Something is not quite right. Special Agent Dale Cooper, Federal Bureau of Investigation, sits in the corner in the shadows. He has a cup of coffee and a plate of food but both sit untouched.

Something is not quite right.

http://users.livejournal.com/_hinky/

Abby's back!

And she's...wearing a black lace sundress with a black lace umbrella to match?

Huh. Go on, ~~pester~~ ask her why.

( Mun will be leaving around 11PM EST for bed. )

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Room 147 after last night]
Guppy is in the bar, watching the trilobites, and thinking. If anyone knows exactly what happened to him last night, he would be very grateful if they would let him know.

Current Mood: confused

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Claire wakes up from another nightmare.]]

Claire comes downstairs freshly showered and looking remarkably chipper considering the events of the past week. This is because Claire is smart and she knows there are too many people worrying about her, sharing stories, figuring out she's been lying a lot the past week. So, in light of that, she is pretending everything is perfect and has the smile to show for it.

She gets some tea and cinnamon toast from the bar and finds a warm spot near the fire. Come dazzle in the brightness of her smile or call her bluff. It's all good.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val wanders into the bar from the House of Arch, in a t-shirt and skirt. Her t-shirt is a bit faded, but it seems to be advertizing a restaurant on Earth. "Lenny and Joe's Fishtale: Life's Good. Eat Fish." She picks up some tea from Bar and recieves, in addition, a tube of mini-M&Ms, with a tiny toy plastic green lightsabre on top. Giggling, she pokes at it, relizing it lights up. Grinning, she waves it around a bit, munching the M&Ms. Whee. Waitress on duty.

sai_delgado

Susan comes in from the stables, carrying a carefully rolled-up sketch. It hadn't been quite where she'd expected to find it, say true, but she's relieved to have found it at all.

She gets a cup of hot chocolate from the bar, and then goes to curl up on the couch.

[Summary: Susan talks with Anthy about the greenhouse, horses, and River's "family;" discusses stable management, Elaine, and Faith briefly with Alain; stares in amusement after a hop-by cabbiting; talks with Mal Reynolds again, this time about art, calligraphy, Serenity and responsibility; and finally, tells Cuthbert about being the feeling of being watched by something unseen-- and 'Bert's not pleased at all.]

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

A tall, dark, and handsome man is leaning against the bar, and playing melancholy tunes on a harp.

He surveys the room casually through his dark hair. It has the obnoxious habit of falling in front of his eyes.

Have at him.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Tony in San Francisco--Maria makes a suggestion. ]

agreathunter.livejournal.com

John walks in and finds a seat at the bar. He's quite aware of there being tables and booths where he could sit, but he prefers sitting on a stool. He orders a glass of whiskey and looks around for somebody he knows.

blue_ajah

*Moiraine comes down the stairs and into the room; it is apparent, to those who might be aware of its existence, that the Aes Sedai has been at work in her upstairs study.

She glides to the bar and requests tea, which she then takes to her usual table. She takes a seat and looks around the room thoughtfully.*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow in the twins reenter the bar after having a nice run outside. They've all worked up an appetite, so they head for Bar. After retrieving some food, they settle into the usual booth*

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia enters the bar. She leaves a package at Bar for

( a friend ), then gets dinner and moves to an out-of-the-way table with her knitting, now working on a red sweater*

the_antiangst

Angel wanders downstairs, sits down on one of the barstools, and thinks over that whole ordering thing for a bit. Finally, he says, "I think paradoxes tonight, and go ahead and surprise me with the drink." He trusts Bar's judgment, by now.
The paradoxes appear, along with a drink that he doesn't think he's ever seen before. So, experimental sip time.
"Not bad. What's this thing called, anyway?"
A note bearing the drink's name appears next to the plate of paradoxes, and... well, it's a good thing Angel hadn't taken another drink yet, or else Bar would be wearing it.
Not every day you're randomly served a drink named after your boyfriend, after all.

(OOC: Primarily here for plottish things, but if you want to talk feel free. Plot comments will get top priority, though.)

simon_doctor

[Pre-Milliways: We're Having a Bad Day. A few hours ago, on Serenity.]

The doors slide open, and Simon steps in. No, Simon stumbles in, looking exhausted.

He blinks up at the crowded room, takes a deep breath, and heads for one of the chairs by the fireplace.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain comes in from the staff corridor. He's washed his hands and changed from stable clothes, but he may still smell faintly of horses.

He acquires dinner -- a fish popkin (that's a sandwich) such as they eat in Mejis, and white tea -- and settles into the usual couch by the fire.

[OOC summary: Svava and Alain discuss Lysaer, the face of one's father, runes and alphabets, and the stables. Faith breaks down on Alain. (Who, to be fair, manipulated the conversation that way, slightly.) Cuthbert and Alain discuss Faith. Well, in about two comments and some significant silence. Cameo by a drive-by cabbit.]

mogget_cat

*My gosh, people! Clean up your messes, don't just leave them behind for the Loompas to clean up! Someone's even left a Not'Cat just lying across the sofa! And who do you think is going to have to clean that up, huh? Any volunteers?*

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

[OOC: The rescue mission.]

Chris moves forward more from the push Jack gave her than of her own volition.

She enters the bar, her legs feeling like they're made of jelly. The door closes behind them and disappears when Jack enters.

Leaning against the wall of the bar is the very injured and still in shock, Kim. Chris takes her by the arm and guides her towards a nearby booth.

[OOC: Closed for the plot people. You know who you are.]

Current Mood: rattled
Current Music: A song completely inappropriate for this post

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Once upona time there was a boy named Tim. He decided to embark on what he oft considered the greatest piece of magic he ever did. He set about creating a tool to read the future of a place that was in constant flux. Now, even for a master mage like Tim, this was no easy task. All magic has it's toll, and one of the particular needs woven into this great act of magic was that the device was to be used. It has not been in some time. And So, tonight, Tim has once more taken out the MilliTarot.

He's using a different form of reading. Unstead of laying cards out in a pattern, he's building them up, like a house of cards. He watches carefully as each card is set. Several are expected at the base. The Bartender, The Upside Down Turtle, The Opener, amongst others. As he goes farther up he carefully studies the predominance of Wands. Huh. The Ten of wands has a new face, Barty, not Lucius. And the lock of hair... pink, not red. Damn it.

And Then he places another card, and the entire thing collapses. Carefully, Tim fishes out that last card, the one that broke the House. The Rose Bride. Of course. But as Tim watches, the image changes, squirms in its box. It now reads "Merlins Folly" There is a familiar man on it, crouched at the bottom of the card, his hair the color of blood, with a white streak down the middle. And above the man, a yellow horned demon. Tims met them both in his travels, but seeing them here in this context.... makes him unhappy.*

Holy fuck! Jason Blood is coming here? Oh, please, no.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace and stares into the fire, looking worried.

There is enough to worry about. Claire, for one thing. Then Guppy. And Faith, of whose return the purple god of magic hasn't heard yet.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is relaxing at a table, a plate still half full of shepherd's pie pushed to one side, and a beer in his hand. Quite replete, he lolls back in his chair sporting a contented, lazy smile.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

She'd already been downstairs once today - early in the morning - but now it was time to wander down again. Not dressed any differently, except this time she remembered to wear a robe. Between working and napping, she'd decided actually getting dressed was overrated.

"Hey, Bar," she said, sidling up - and then she grinned a little as a tall mug of coffee readily appeared. "Thank you."

bloodyrockgod

Carrying the sleeping Seth, Charlie comes downstairs long enough to drop off a letter with the bar. "See that David Talbot gets this, would you, love?" he says, and then hurries back upstairs to get Seth to bed.

highking.livejournal.com

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Peter Pevensie. He went to Narnia, became a king, grew up, went back to England, went back to Narnia again, helped Caspian become king, went back to England again, grew up again, died, ended up in Milliways - and all of this has conspired to bring him here, to this moment, to the pinnacle of his existence thus far--

Peter, at a table, drinks tea.

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

*cue ~~circus~~ music*

The Joker has arrived.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

The back door opens, and Anthy slips in, patting down wisps of purple hair the wind's lifted. She stops at the bar, first, and carries her tea and soup to a couch by the fireplace.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert comes in from the staff quarters, acquires coffee and a bowl of stew from the bar, and takes it in a couchward direction.

prettymaids

*Dru is sitting at the bar with a glass of blood- pig, not human- and a toasted tea cake. Strange combination, but she seems to like it.*

firstwizard.livejournal.com

And Zedd is at his table again, with tea and a box. Instead of looking relaxed, tonight he seems to be looking for someone.

[ooc: I apologize for not being on aim. My computer contracted a nasty virus today that like to mess up aim and give it to everyone else. It is persistant and hard to get out. So unless you yourself know the site you get a link to on aim, I wouldn't recomend downloadind anything.]

terroristlady.livejournal.com

[ OOM: After finding out about Kim, Dina goes to her room to think. ]

hg-unwell.livejournal.com

He's come in again, hoping for another quiet night-- this time, perhaps, a quiet night without mad girls and their protectors to divert him looking for a way to smuggle some proper food out to the stables. It's not, perhaps, as slow as last night, with a fair number of people about-- including, he notices, the stable-girl (Susan? Sue? Something simple along those lines) and the sharp-eyed young man talking together.

From the way the the boy holds her hands, it looks to be nothing more than a romantic chat. Griffin decides to let them be, though he does wonder if this means the mad girl (River. That name was easy enough to recall-- who'd name a child River? Might as well name them Street or Tree or Sky) will spend time in the stables.

He doesn't wander in their direction; Griffin has always been possessed of a low tolerance for youthful romance.

Instead, and being careful of patrons, he inspects the Bar.

maxwellsdemon02

Duo wanders back into the bar from outside. He's wearing loose exercise clothes and has worked up a little bit of a sweat. He wipes off his face with a towel and takes a seat at the bar.

"Could I have a big glass of water and a sandwich?" The bar complies, and a sandwich heavy on both meat and vegetables appears. It will be a challenge even to he of the bottomless stomach. Duo digs in cheerfully.