milliways_bar | May. 19th, 2005

May. 19th, 2005

*Counting steps carefully, Meg pirouettes her way over to the bar, where she proceeds to sit down on a stool and start scribbling designs furiously in a notebook. It has been a day of Random Inspiration.*

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits by the trilobite tank.

He drinks slightly purple lemonade, and watches the curious squid perform curious antics.

Company is more than welcome!

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: In the Staff Wing. Rated S for Silly and P for poetry. Also, F for Freckles and D for Diphda.]

prettymaids

[Out Of Milliways: Miss Edith's POV]

turnipman.livejournal.com

( Note for Indy )

prettymaids

*Drusilla enters the bar from the stairs leading to the guest rooms, and to be honest, the girl has seen better days. Her hair is stringy, her eyes are red, her hands have been bandaged clumsily, and her skin, pale at the best of times, is somehow even whiter and more corpse like than ever before. She goes to the bar and orders a glass of blood, but her mind lingers on the note from the Opera Gohst and she can't bring herself to drink it...*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, eating.

For ~~the sake of iconage~~ no particular reason, she's wearing a white peasant dress, and looking thoughtful.

You know you want to comment.

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

[OOC: Dream and Bigby discuss Bigby's impending nuptials.]

prydeful

After talking to both Faith and River, Kitty is sitting at a table, drinking coffee with one hand.

Her other hand is under a rather large bag of ice.

Apparently, she's hurt it.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC:

OOM: Eddie and Susannah

Millitimed to yesterday.]

gramarye1971

[OOM #1: London's Burning, Windsor's Down (London, May 1941)]

[OOM #2: Outside Time, immediately afterwards.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*he staggers down, yawning, and orders up some toast before slipping behind the counter. A piece of it gets stuck in his mouth as he puts on the apron it remains there as he starts up the kettle and the coffee. He turns to face the bar*

Breakfast any-

*and he catches the toast by pure luck*

-one?

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Lucifer and Thom deal with that whole musical . . . thing . . . ah, warning for violence.]

bloodyrockgod

[OOM: Charlie has a bad dream]

gone_byebye

Having spent the night at Milliways last night (there were too many things to clean up for home to be really a feasible option), Ray makes his way down the stairs. After a stop at the Bar for breakfast, a piece of oak tag and a magic marker, he places a newly created stand-up sign on his table:

~~SORRY IF I BLEW YOUR BOAT UP LAST NIGHT~~GLAD I DIDN'T KILL THE BOAT PPL LAST NIGHT
WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN

ALSO

AUSTRALIAN INDOOR RULES QUIDDITCH PPL

That, he thinks, ought to do it. He settles in at his seat and does his best to get breakfast eaten.

bloodyrockgod

There is a series of loud rapid thumps: Charlie is running down the stairs. He stops at the bottom and scans the bar quickly, relaxing only when he sees that Liam has the baby. He waves, stops at the bar for some breakfast, and goes to join his brother.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in the bar.

She doesn't know about Black Rock yet, which is why she hasn't attempted to go after Claire yet. In fact, she doesn't even know Claire is gone. Poor Ace.

As it is, she's at a table, with a big duffel bag, which she is sifting through. A mug of cocoa is slowly cooling nearby. She'd most likely welcome company.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is in the bar, with coffee (take that, tea drinkers). She looks thoughtful, and not even evil-schemes-are-afoot thoughtful. There are plenty of empty seats around her.

Summary: Lilly meets and flirts with Nathan over basketball and fries and Gary over British men and dancing. She and Kitty get a chance to chat and Lilly finds out that Kitty and Edmund are totally doin' it. Lilly and Peter are STILL TALKING. GOD.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Eska's lying on a grassy slope under a trees by the lake, her staff beside her and under her right hand. Her eyes are closed gently and her breathing is shallow.

Somewhere over the lake, a hawk is circling.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire at the Black Rock.]

gris_bug_man

Entomologist in the bar. He is currently reading Walt Whitman's collected works and humming under his breath. Off-key.

Distract him if you will.

collects_ears

George is sitting at a table, reading over some scrolls and sipping tea.

Expect him there for a couple of hours.

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

Roger's in the bar. He's claimed a table off to the side and is distractedly working his way through a hamburger and French fries, eating the burger one-handed as he writes in his notebook.

His guitar leans against the side of the table.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam spent the night at the bar last night. After leaving a note for Charlie, since he's still sleeping, he comes downstairs carrying Seth and looks around for anyone who might know Claire.

Current Mood: worried

in-it.livejournal.com

It had been nearly a week since Andrew's last visit to Milliways, and he didn't really have a good excuse for the length of his absence. 'Spending time with Sam' was the most obvious and viable excuse, followed by 'looking for gainful employment,' although only the first was true. Somehow, Andrew wasn't sure that he could go back to waiting tables again so soon. He associated the activity with being numb and displaced.

In spite of the sufficient distraction offered by his lovely girlfriend, Andrew had not been able to shake the subtle tug at the back of his mind after his last conversation with Raph. He felt honestly sympathetic for the guy in a singular, twin-sense sort of way, and couldn't help but think that somehow, in some way, however minor it might be, he could make a difference there. He imagined Scrooge had felt a little like how he was feeling, watching himself wrangle with heartache. Except Raph wasn't Andrew, and that was the critical difference. Andrew had to constantly remind himself to not allow that line become blurred.

So it was that Andrew found himself back at Milliways, sitting alone at a table with a tall, frosty pilsner glass filled with beer, watching the clientele as he was so often prone to do. Waiting for something to happen, although he wasn't sure what. It felt as though a storm lay on the horizon.

agirllost

[OOM: Upstairs, Kim dreams about Angela and Chase and Tony visit]

mini-supes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Kon gets advice from 'Bart'.]

nita_callahan

Nita's sitting at the Bar, drinking tea. Her conversation with Jack last night is very much on her mind.

[OOC: Merriman offers Nita any help he can provide; the Jack poisoning plot comes to a head -- full summary later.]

balletrat

*There's a ballerina sitting at the bar. She is looking at her coffee rather pensively.

- okay, at her coffee cup rather pensively. Seeing as the coffee is already gone into the wilds that is Meg's digestive system.*

mother_lost

*Guinevere comes downstairs and seats herself a little out of the way of the main bustle of the bar, people-watching curiously.*

fightingandfree.livejournal.com

James is sitting by himself in a corner of the room. He's looking around inquisitively for someone he knows; however, at this point, talking to anyone would be preferable to sitting by himself. He's never been too good with solitude.

[ooc: i have schoolwork and slight computer problems, so, i'm going offline for a little while. slowtime, if that's okay? =)]

iseenightmares.livejournal.com

Heather's dealt with frustration before. Once, a couple years back, there was this really cute guy she started hanging out with. You might even say they were dating. Then her dad told her they had to move, his company was transferring him. For weeks she lost it. Pulled nasty little pranks, stopped listening to him. Even bought a knife. Never intended to use it, but it made her feel tough.

It was nothing compared to the frustration she feels now.

Nevermind that her sanity has been slowly failing her ever since she was in Crossroads Mall. But just as she was about to make it home and see her father, where everything would be alright, she got pulled into the bar. And the door locked behind her. Her safe haven has become her prison, and that same damned symbol is on the door. And she still has no clue how to break through it. Even the maul did nothing to scratch it.

But that hasn't stopped her from checking it, which is what she's doing now. As her hand leaves the knob, still not turning no matter how hard her grip, she heaves an exasperated sigh, and walks over to the bar proper. Slumping onto a stool, she mumbles to the bar, and a tall chocolate milkshake appears.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

Murphy's gone back out to the stone wall.

There's about a dozen bottles and cans lined up already, with a good supply of extras waiting on the ground.

Distract at your own peril.

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

Chase in the bar, wearing the expression of someone who is determinedly trying not to look miserable.

He hasn't eaten much in the past few days, so he orders a burger and some onion rings.

Come and chat. He promises to do his best not to be depressing.

[OOC: Chase discusses possible solutions to Bauer-misery with Elaine, meets and talks about war/death/bloodshed/more unhappy things with Mercutio, and is filled in on some of the "24" plottiness by Ryan. Sunshine and rainbows, the lot of it.]

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Xander's in the bar, sitting at an empty table.

He is glaring suspiciously at the diamond-encrusted case of lube sitting in front of him.

Go on. You know you want to.

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

Pssst. Hey, you. Yeah, you.

Look over there. Yeah, over there, at the spot on the Bar that's rather full of being. It's wearing a white floofy shirt, with lots of ruffles, a creamy-tan vest, and beige breeches that come to the knee. Shoes are entirely un-optional, considering paws like those weren't meant to be contained within shoes. Especially paws with claws like those.

A recently-christened Charles (pronounced Sharl) is people-watching. But not like he usually does. This time, the Beast is people-watching with a purpose. He's looking for a redhead with lots of freckles. A male redhead, because Charles would assume that somebody named "Bernard" is not a woman.

Hopefully.

As usual, he's got a glass of a light rosé wine - the very very pale pink kind - between his claws, and occasionally, he takes a sip.

Now, of course, being almost 8 feet tall, and a good couple hundred pounds (nothing too extravagant, just, y'know, about 7 or so.), he is very likely to be noticed. But Charles expects this, and hopes that what Svava said about Security and the rules is true.

ilducasaggio.livejournal.com

[Summary! Prospero mistakes a pocket-sized Monkey for, well, a pocket-sized monkey, goes old man geek with Merriman, bonds some with Duo, and reminisces about times past with Bianca.]

Tucked away in a little corner, near a window where the eldritch light from the end of the universe can wash over him and buttress his failing sight, Prospero sits and reads. He's got Howard Zinn's A People's History of the United States open, but a few other texts are arrayed around him--Niall Ferguson's The Cash Nexus: Money and Power in the Modern World, 1700-2000 and Empire: The Rise and Demise of the British World Order and the Lessons for Global Power, and Generations: The History of America's Future, 1584 to 2069 by William Strauss and Neil Howe. Next to him, his quill takes reams of notes; the book can't run out of paper, which is a good thing, because pages are filling up at a staggering rate. Every now and then, he'll make a noise that's possibly disgust, possibly awe, but wholly, totally intrigued.

~~And no, he doesn't still smell like fish.~~

i-was-once-dead.livejournal.com

Lily walked happily through the door into the bar. Looking around she saw no-one that she knew to sit with. Time to make a new friend then, she thought to herself positively.

(OOC: Apologies for absence lately, ill-health is yucky!)

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Enter in Svava, from the back door. Wearing a pretty green sundress, and her hair is slightly damp.

The one little cove of the lake she has staked out is now warm enough for bathing, it appears.

And no, the green sundress isn't wet.

Figure that out, Sherlock.

terroristlady.livejournal.com

Dina slips into the bar, taking a seat in one of the farther corners. She has to keep an eye out for her quarry, but doesn't want to be spotted my any connected with him. Though she's uncertain just what is going on amongst her adversaries. She would have expected someone to come to her door as soon as Bauer's daughter was returned, but as yet there has only been silence.

The powder is in a tiny vial, which she places under the rim of her saucer closest to her. She must be patient--it is the price--and wait for her oppotunity. It will come.

[ooc: Closed for plot, thanks!]

Current Mood: devious

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's out in the gardens. It appears to have rained dead fish and frogs last night over his vegetable patch, thanks to Ray and his exploding thingamajig, and so he's turning it all into fertilizer.

He wouldn't mind some company.

prydeful

Kitty is sitting at a table, writing in a notebook.

And singing quietly under her breath.

And if you think that it sounds like she's singing something along the lines of,

"Here's a Summers
There's a Summers
And another mutant Summers,
Red-head Summers, not-dead Summers,
Summers, Summers, Grey"?

Well.

You'd be wrong.

Of course.

mogget_cat

*Aw, look! There's a kitty on the bar! Oooh, isn't it so precious and cute? Don't you want to just go over and pet it?*

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House hates the stairs. Really really hatres the sairs. At least going down is easier than going up, and he's headed down to the bar. For food. And a milkshake. Definitely addicted to the milkshake.

He asks Bar for a book to read. He gets a Robin Cook novel with his shake and rings. The medial mystery aspect of the novel makes him homesick. He tucks it into the chair beside him with a sigh and concentrates on his shake and rings.

Please don't hesitate to bother him. He could use the distraction. He's thinking about Amsodean and the offer he'd made, for his friend to talk to House about his...mental state. He wasn't ready to admit there was anything wrong with his mental state, but he knew, deep down he knew, he was depressed. He was terribly lonely, despite all the friends he'd made. He missed Wilson, Cuddy, even the ducklings, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman. He missed the hospital, his office, his patients. He missed his job, having something meaningful and constructive to do.

tame-wolf.livejournal.com

[OOM: Upstairs, Garion heals Blue, and finds out she's keeping secrets. Millitimed to Tuesday before breakfast.]

got-batteries.livejournal.com

Hurley sits down at a booth, the seat across him is empty for now. Anyone in a good mood, feel free to sit down!

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

Ryan is in the bar, sitting in a booth. With him he has a cup of coffee and a notebook.

Every so often he looks up at the entrance, almost as if he's waiting for someone.

Current Mood: contemplative

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Rhalen is calmly sitting at a table in the bar sipping a glass of ice water.

Not much else to it.

maladjust.livejournal.com

Tucker Wells is sitting at a table. He's leaning back in his chair, balancing on the back legs.

(If you make him fall over he will keel u, kthx.)

maxwellsdemon02

That may or may not be Duo, stuffed in a booth in a corner of the bar. He's busily scribbling in the book he's designated as his 'magic notebook'. If someone looked over his shoulder, they might see what looks like schematics for some kind of force field. One that would be ample protection for a concussive blast.

His braid is particularly shiny tonight, since he was in the shower for almost an hour scrubbing lake scum and frog guts out of it.

Current Mood: amused

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Mouse is in a booth eating nachos.

Insert your own joke about rodents and cheese here.

howdy-howdy.livejournal.com

*There's a rather dusty cowboy at the Bar, contemplating the glass of whiskey in his hand, and stealing curious glances at the people around him.

Dude Wrangle aims to find out a bit more about Milliways.*

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee, less than interested in geekery, enters the bar.

Well, really, evening off, friends holding a paid-escort costume party, what on earth would you do besides go to a bar?

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes back down into the bar. She's been sort of quiet today. She's been thinking about her dreams all the time she's been running, practicing, meditating.

Something is definitely tugging at her through these dreams...she just doesn't know what.

Spying Ryan, she heads over to see him.

awesome_lilly

Millitimed from this, followed by this and now occurring LIVE, TWO DAYS AGO, for your viewing and mocking pleasure:

Lilly and Mal have been drinking. You can tell. It might be the slightly unsteady way they walk back into the bar. It might also be the fact that Lilly is wearing a bikini and a fetching grass skirt, and Mal has a matching skirt, bathing trunks and a blinding Hawaiian shirt on. And if all else fails, the fact that they appear to be setting up an impromptu limbo in the middle of the bar is really a very good clue.

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria is singing quietly to herself--Ani Difranco, if you want specifics--as she sits, curled up in a booth, with a copy of The Wizard of Oz.

Some books you're never too old for.

Her mun has no idea how good she'll be about replying, but will try.

theultimatelady.livejournal.com

Amy Chilton. Sitting at the bar. With one of these.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason wanders in from outside. There are still some leaves and twigs in his hair, and he looks happy and rested. He smiles at the Bar where there is already steak and milk waiting. I love you too, Bar. Feel free to come and say hi, or let him know there is schmutz in his hair.
OOC:~~Mun is out, be back soon~~

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie there.

Somewhere.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is at his usual table, the sign is up. "ARE YOU NEW HERE? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? ASK ME, I'M SECURITY." Tims fiddling with his cards, trying to lay them out again. The first card is once more Death, the cutest girl you ever want to see at the end of life. Odd. Now she seems to be riding a snake. Thats... unusual. Tim goes to place the next one, but pauses. No, not over top, but above. Why? I dunno. It feels right. So he places the next one. The Ten of Wands, Barty Crouch. And he appears to be on fire, but not burning. Why is that...... Shakily, Tim flips the next card. The five of mugs. Jack Sparrow, on his ship. But that ship is different, not the black pearl. Tim peers closer. Is that... fingernails? Ewww. And why is that jogging his memory? The next card, the one below death. Tim flips over the five of lightsabers. Constantine. The Trickster. And he does look a trickster in that yellow and green outfit. Familiar. And the last card, the six of lightsabers. Wolf, in his wolfiest. A great gaping maw, slavering hungrily.

Tim sits back, shaking his head. A Snake, a burning man, a ship of nails, a trickster and a....wolf...

It hits him, hits him hard. Theres only one thing this could be.*

Please no, please no.....

*His hand reaches out, shaking more then it should. It takes him a couple of tries to flip the next card, this one crosswise over Death. A moan escapes his lips at the sight. The Dead City. It should be the Rose Bride, but the cards know. A ruined stone city, builet against a giant tree. Leading up to it is a shattered rainbow road, pieces spinning off the card. Tim closes his eyes, and wills the next card to flip itself.

The Valkyrie.

Tim slumps back in his chair. Fuck.*

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur's forsaken the bar tonight and staked himself out at a quiet table instead. There's a half-finished cup of tea at his side and he's idly poking buttons on his copy of the Guide.

For the first time in longer than he cares to remember, it's possible that he might actually be bored.

the_lioness

*Alanna enters, smirking mischievously and looking quite pleased with herself. Clad entirely in black, she hopes nobody can discern that she is absolutely filthy. She sits at the bar and orders a coffee, absently rubbing a sore muscle in her shoulder.*

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

(oom: Beginning the work)

lastgunslinger

New book for sai Deschain.

He's sitting in his usual chair by the fireplace with his feet up...and a bowl of pistachios.

Hell hath no, um, somethingorother like a content gunslinger?

slayer_fray

Mel is in the rafters. She's guarding them from singing psychopaths.

So far, shes not seen any.

bloodyrockgod

When Charlie is worried, he plays Bach.

So he's now at the piano. Playing Bach.

pee-jee.livejournal.com

OOM Millitimed to Wednesday Morning.

Kitt and PeeJee wake up together. Schmoop. Lots of schmoop.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio is sitting on a stool at the Bar. In fact, he seems to be locked into a staring contest with the Bar.

...

Mercutio can do it, kay? Just because you can't, doesn't mean he can't.

Anyway. Staring contest. And he's not just staring, he's talking. "I will accept that you produced a dagger and rapier - for which I thank you for, by the by - but those are rather familiar household objects. I'll lay," he pats his pockets, and looks disappointed, "I'll lay an imaginary guinea you can't produce a... a... a tiger."

There is a short silence from the Bar. Then, with a vaguely mocking air (it's like the staring contest. Only Mercutio can see the mock) it produces:

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forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

A giant monkey walks into the bar on his hands, singing a very loud chant in Chinese.

It is possibly religious--he's dressed like a Buddhist monk--and possibly obscene, from the way he's grinning.

You never quite know, with Monkey.

badderthanyou

Dawn's in the bar.

She's sitting cross-legged in a chair by the fireplace, having a soda and a sandwich and reading a magazine.

It looks pretty interesting.

Ask her about it.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris suddenly appears in the bar looking very worn. She has just been bound to the Bar by Trojan. After a moment contemplating her new situation she promptly sits on the floor with her head in her hands.

Current Mood: distressed

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR is bar-prowling once more, on the hunt for anything that will cure a severe case of boredom. His scanner moves back and forth steadily as he drives through the bar, taking more care to avoid the chairs and tables than the patrons.

consummate-vs.livejournal.com

Have you ever seen a sulking ~~man~~ ~~dragon-man~~ dragon?

No?

Well, you have now.

"Life sucks."

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

One tired DemiGod BabyDaddy enters the bar, with baby inna sling, baby bag slung over his shoulder, and floomps into a booth, unslinging baby into his arms, pulls a nicely warmed bottle of milk from the bag, and settles down to feed Joshua while he yawns.

Joshua says you know you want to come coo at him. He's the cutest bebbe DemiGod you're ever likely to meet.

[Summary: Amadeo talks with, laughs with and at, Gary Perunu; discusses Claire and her recent behavious with Liam; gives Michael some practice with babies and meets Chase Edmunds.]

Current Mood: busy

guppy_sandhu

Guppy sits at the bar, looking pale and exhausted. He didn't sleep at all last night, and it's getting to him. He has an easy Su Doku puzzle in front of him, which he's struggling to do.
His pen runs out. He can see another one on the bar, which he tries to pick up. But he can't seem to get hold of it. He sort of pokes at it, not really understanding what's going on. The pen is not actually there.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

[OOM: Asmodean cannot resist the Mirror's call and slashes his wrists.]

Asmodean is downstairs playing a sorrowful melody on his harp. A careful observer would notice that his fingers move a bit more stiffly than usual. The bard does not appear to be feeling well, but seems to be in a cheerier mood than usual. If it were possible to see under the cuffs of his dress shirt, then an angry red cut across each wrist would show.

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

Lysistrata steps into the bar, wide-eyed, but confident. Her hips swing as she moves towards the bar. She asks the bartender about, then receives a large bowl of rich, fragrant red wine, which she drinks completely yet gracefully, careful not to spill any on her thin yellow dress. Ordering another bowl of wine, she sips this one slower than the last while looking around the bar at the inhabitants. Her face open and searching, she looks as if she would talk to anyone, if she even knew where the hell she was.

Current Mood: confused

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz enters the bar, at first peering around as though looking for someone, then settling into a booth with his textbook, which has now decided it's a biology textbook. Even though he's not taking biology. But the Bar doesn't seem to care. The book isn't open, though. He's resting his head on his hand, staring down at the cover and looking rather preoccupied.

It's ok to bother him, though he'll still probably lie to you.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val wanders into the bar, hair up in a rather hap-hazard bun, falling about her head, tied in a green ribbon, which falls down her back. However, the back of her shirt has an odd-shaped burnt patch near one shoulder. Hmm. She takes her tray and grabs a seat at Bar, mind obviously in a place not Milliways. Waitress on duty.

veryvorkosigan

*The front door opens and Cordelia Vorkosigan breezes in, looking about with a pleased smile.

It's always nice to be here.*

blue-bat.livejournal.com

Dick is feeling a lot better today. Yes, he's still sneezing his ass off, but the cough has gone away, and his head doesn't feel like it wants to kill him, either. So he's sitting at a booth, and indulging himself in reading, because he -can-.

not-speedy.livejournal.com

Roy really needs to bring Lian here. Well, maybe on the weekend or something. And he ought to grow his hair back. It's too short. And there's other things he should do but...whatever. He really wishes he could get drunk. Instead he orders some pomegranate juice.

He had said bitterness was his anti-drug once awhile back. Doesn't get much more bitter than pomegranate. Although he's not very bitter. Irritated with Robin but not bitter. He better damn well not tell Batman.

Current Mood: pensive

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Dream is in the bar.

He's very himself. In the sort of way that has to do with thinking about weddings, his, his son's, and Bigby's.

It is to be assumed that Moiraine knows he's here. He is not wearing shoes. He does, however, have a glass of Chateau Lafitte 1828. It was a good year, no longer in existence. The Bar could provide it, most likely. He prefers to take it from a bottle left in dreams.

the_seafarer

Caspian comes in from the lake area, and pats Bar fondly on the marble surface.

"Some paint and a small brush, if you'd be so kind."

Bar complies, and adds a cup of coffee, which Caspian takes and, settling down at a table, begins to put the finishing touches on a small model sailboat.

[ooc: summary: In which Caspian meets Lysistrata, who innuendos at him. He is dragged out to the lake. They talk about love. He is kissed. They talk about war. It is decided that they Like each other, but not decided how. They fall asleep at dawn.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard enters the bar and pauses mid-step.

He grins and strides over.*

gone_byebye

Ray's sign vanished for several hours today, mostly because Ray took it and went upstairs and didn't come down for a while. When he comes back he props up the same sign, with only the AUSTRALIAN INDOOR RULES QUIDDITCH PPL part visible, and settles himself down at a table with a big fat book on crystallography.

And the Incredible Hulk slippers.

[Summary: Holy sweet mother of toothpaste, we have some 'zilla going on. *ahem* Duo gets cranky at Ray because of the 'splodey PKE meter dumping fish and frogs and stuff on him and blowing up the boat. Ray explains why the meter exploded, which means the conversation rapidly switches to 'Merlin? Who's that?'. There is conversation with Snow. It starts off as stuff about Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch, goes into child rearing, and then veers into talk of Fabletown. Speaking of Australian Indoor-Rules Quidditch, Bart asks about powers, magic, and other such amendments to the game. There is some discussion and a few more rules are going to be added to deal with that. Max also asks about the game,, so Ray explains it to her. Naturally the convo veers off topic, to talk of Slayers, dimensional weirdness, and why Ray shouldn't be left alone with nothing to do but design stuff. Finally, Cuthbert asks about the game, and Ray explains it to him, and there may be some discussion of Eddie at some point if that thread goes anywhere.

Whoo!]

notinthefett.livejournal.com

Warren, Warren, in the bar.

And not a drop to drink.

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

Peter is in the bar. He's sitting a table, surrounded by papers, and looking more than a little flustered.

Oy.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Look, it's a Cuthbert!

...Oh, all right, details: In a booth, sitting sideways with his legs up on the bench, with a glass of white tea nearby.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow and Wade enter from the back door. Wade's just had a nice, long flight and they've both worked up an appetite. Snow gets them both dinner from Bar, and they head for the usual booth.

Someone should probably tell her her maid of honor is missing.*

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max wanders in, looking rather distant. She's humming to herself, though the song doesn't seem to be consistent. One of the downsides of having perfect recall...

She's fiddling with a playing card, for no apparent reason.

steadfastknight

It was becoming something he did while no-one else was looking. Kitt walked into the bar, holding on to the lock-it which he now always wore. But he'd not tested it - not actually tried the magic he'd been given. It seemed so unimportant, even after everything he'd gone through.

He sighed as he entered (though it did take him just slightly by surprise) and, instead of going to the bar, he sat at a table, slowly drawing the lock-it off, laying it on the table in front of him. So much fuss for this thing. He still wasn't sure if it was worth it.

shelley_winters

So there is a zombie in the bar.

But we knew that. Shelley's been around - not going back to her own world, but not really talking to people either. Spending time out by the lake, hiding in a booth, writing up circus lists to make herself feel she was doing something necessary. She thought about investigating the old boathouse she caught a glimpse of by the lake... But didn't.

But she's in the actual bar now. Looking normal. Feeling okay. She glances at the noticeboard, sees Faith's note, and looks horrified. But she can't see the Slayer, so she sits by the bar.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie comes out into the Bar, holding a painstakingly-written note. "Bar, can you copy and make translations of this into language of Mid-world? I know it's a long shot--"

He explains what he wants, and lays the note down. It disappears, and six identical ones appear. All but two of them are in letters he can't read. "Bitching. Hand 'em out then. Thanks, sug."

They disappear into the Bar, waiting for Ted, Susan, Roland, Cuthbert, Alain and Jake.

The Note.

[OOC: Note is locked to ka-tet.]

prettymaids

*Drusilla enters the bar, looking maybe a little bit better than yesterday, but then again it's hard to tell. She orders a glass of blood from the bar and sits staring at it.*