milliways_bar | May. 23rd, 2005

May. 23rd, 2005

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits near the fireplace, with a pint of Guiness - it's late enough for that. Guppy has fed the trilobites today, and the purple god now simply plays with a bit of mithril wire, bending it into all sorts of animal shapes, using a violet spark that runs up and down the wire, bending it.

He hopes the time for a break for the kitchen staff is going to be soon.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is sitting on a table, paging through a large book settled comfortably in her lap. She does not seem entirely impressed by said book. Unless, of course, impressed means snickering, though it looks too thick to be a comedy.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer comes downstairs. He'd been keeping a close eye on Claire for most of the weekend, but yesterday he'd gone to his room for a shower and a little brooding time... just in time to miss the younger Charlie come and go. He goes to the bar for a drink, and a letter appears just long enough for him to read it before disappearing again.

"What the hell?"

[Summary: Sawyer and Claire argue over who'll be going back to the island after Charlie before moving on to other topics... like finally laying this "we're just friends" business to rest.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

~~A large brown wolf is lying in a clearing. He is surrounded by demonic bunny carcasses. Is the blood matted on his fur the rabbits' or his...?~~

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar again.

Drunk.

You can tell, because there's a pyramid of Jack Daniels bottles, carefully constructed, in front of her.

Five so far, all empty, and a sixth that's mostly gone.

Feel free to ask what the Hell she's thinking.

canineshamus.livejournal.com

Sam nudges open the door in back of his closet again, and pokes his head through.

...

Bar's still there. Huh.

He strolls on in, pushing his hat higher on his head. It's unlikely the office would get visitors at the hour he's leaving from, and he wants to check this place out a little further. Having an interdimensional anomaly around is just too nifty -not- to poke at periodically.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain comes in from the staff corridor. He's carrying his tobacco pouch; at the bar, he acquires coffee and a popkin (that's a sandwich) to go with it.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

There is a Cuthbert in the bar.

Because his mun has been without internet all weekend and is not about to let a little thing like tiredness stand in her way.

(Although distractedness and slowtime are definite probablilties.)

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion scampers downstairs, tosses on the apron, starts the kettle and the coffee, and turns to the bar in general*

Anyone for breakfast?

milliways_sawyer

As an afterthought before he went upstairs, Sawyer had left a short note at the bar for ( Asar-Suti. )

A very short note.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry sits at the Bar, in civvies, reading a book. On closer inspection, it turns out to be Silence of the Lambs. This time, he's reading it slowly, as much for the writing style as for the information about Clarice and Hannibal. Odd to view a book through two sets of eyes.

He will be careful, however, who he tells that this book is not entirely fiction. No need to make things worse for Clarice.

He sips at a cup of decaf mocha, and wonders about things. But he can be bothered, fear not.

[ooc: ~~Mun online for a couple of hours before jury duty once again eats him.~~ Free at last! But back at work so usual urles apply.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace. In a bar. With a map of London's Underground. And her usual cocoa and cinnamon toast breakfast.

At least she's not flinging paper planes about again.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

[In which Eska meets Serena and they discuss ~~quantum physics~~ comparative magics, Sooty promises to take Eska to Diagon Alley and Eska vows to try and meet Thom]

Eska is sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table by the fire. She has a book on transfiguration from the Wand World in front of her, and is making notes in a large leather bound notebook.

From the disapproviing expression on her face, they may be corrections.

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down the stairs, yawning hugely and rubbing at his face. He's got the same two textbooks he's been reading for the past several days with him, although they've got slips and shreds of paper poking out in places, after the fashion of someone who doesn't believe in conventional bookmarks. He's wearing the usual cargo pants, and a black T-shirt that says:

And God said:

∇ • E = ρ / εo
∇ • B = 0
∇ x E = - ∂B/∂t
∇ x B = μoJ + μoεo∂E/∂t

And there was light.

He heads for the Bar to get his morning coffee before looking around for a nice spot to sit.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard is babysitting and waiting for Amadeo and Claire.

not-pavarotti.livejournal.com

Never finding out that the bar rents out its own rooms, the largest of the Sliders stirs uncomfortably on one of the couches by the fire. A few moments later he sits up groggily. He looks as though he could use some tea.

in-it.livejournal.com

Yet again, Andrew found himself in the bar. If the circumstances had been any different, he might think he was turning into a lush, or at least giving the appearance of one. Of course, Milliways wasn't exactly what he'd call a typical bar.

The place tugged at him, like some invisible tether hooked in the back of his mind. Even when he couldn't fathom a reason to be there, there he was. It was probably a good thing that Sam couldn't come over, too, as he'd likely never leave.

This day, Andrew was seated at the bar with a turkey and swiss on rye. He was wearing a burgundy t-shirt proclaiming that he was a "Pepper." Interestingly enough, he was drinking Coke, not Dr. Pepper, in spite of of this.

As always, he was people-watching, and not at all adverse to interesting or familiar company.

lvpd_sidle

Microscope. Notebook. Field kit. Furiously and illegibly scribbled notes.

Sara inna bar. Feel free to distract.

[Summary: Barry lends Sara the crime lab inna box, Sara is suitably appreciative and gives not so subtle hints about what kinds of flowers she likes. Michelle drops by for a chat of mutual angst and woe.]

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is curled up in a chair with a direct line of sight to the door, just about awake. Thanks to Faith's potion, he slept through Charlie's return.

Come and tell him his brother's come home, or just come and say hi.

balletrat

*Meg ambles downstairs and into the bar, putting a semi-legible note on the counter as she passes by, and then heads out the front door.*

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris wanders downstairs and collapses in a chair by the bar, yawning. "Madam, may I have some breadfruit toast and butterflies?" she asks, sleepily. There is a momentary pause and a plate of toast with butter appears. Iris looks a bit surprised, but shrugs. "Thank you madam." she replies as she begins eating her brunch. She pulls out a book and begins reading.

[Summary Fun: Iris meets Serena. Usual introduction stuff: place of origin, bound status, ect. Discuss death and the punny idiocy that is Xanth. Millichannel chaps...you are my heroes...much luv]

Current Mood: lethargic

shaka-buku.livejournal.com

Fuck.

There were moments when you stopped to think, and there were moments when you just had to rely on instinct. Martin Blank was experiencing one of the second. The mark wasn't supposed to move in his sleep. Martin had done the research; the guy slept like a fucking log. Yet, he had moved. Moved in that critical moment when the viscous, blue liquid designed to silently slip the life from him should have been landing in his open, snoring mouth. It had never made it, the mark had woken, and now Martin, in a frenzy of adrenaline, was taking the stairs in a jump to kick the guy's hotel door down and put a bullet in his head instead.

Yet, when the door flew back and Martin moved inside, he didn't find himself in a hotel room at all, but rather a bar.

What the fuck?

He swung around to look behind him, and then whipped back, his gun still held up next to his face, pointed at the ceiling. It was fair to say that Martin looked a little out-of-sorts. He was certain he'd kicked the right door in, and furthermore, this hotel didn't have a bar.

Especially not with patrons like this.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is around about the bar, talking to people, but she'd be easy to stop if you needed to, say, find out what category of life you were in. Or what karaoke was. Or the beautiful story of Kooshbert Junior finding a home. Whatever.

[Summary: Lilly and Nathan go off to have casual sex. Really, that's it.]

always-dignity.livejournal.com

*Don's still in the bar - he never really left. His clothes are a bit rumpled, and he still has that awed look on his face, but he's currently shuffling around the floor, tapping out patterns that can't quite be heard, since he's wearing every day shoes.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim has finished his knitting. Now he's working on hooking it to the frame. There is a fair amount of sparks and magical deitrus. But he does look approachable. And hsi sign is up. "DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT MILLIWAYS? ASKE ME, I'M SECURITY."*

manofthecity.livejournal.com

Carrot opens the bathroom door and steps out.

Into Milliways.

He wasn't expecting that, but Angua had said the doors pop up all over the place.

"Apparently," the Watchman muses to himself, "they work when they're doorways going out as well as doorways going in."

Nobody tell him it's the same doorway in either direction. He might get confused again.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max Evans is in Milliways ... for a minute. He rushes downstairs with a single letter, and dispatches it to Bar.

( 'Give copies of this to Isabel Evans, Michael Guerin, Maria Deluca-Guerin and Liz Parker, please?' )

And then he isn't in the bar anymore. Or in his room. He goes out the front door, and back to New Mexico.

bloodyrockgod

[oom: post some schmoop and post-babybassist analysis.]

Charlie comes downstairs, looking well pleased with the world.

He is not wearing a hat. Just so's we're clear.

flame-and-void.livejournal.com

Rand casually walks into the bar and finds a table, opening a large tome and beginning to read from where he left off, occasionally writing notes in a smaller book next to it.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in a booth, Security badge pinned to her shirt, carving stakes and whistling a jaunty tune.

No, really.

She looks in good spirits! Come say hi!

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Mouse has been in his room rehearsing. Not that he'd admit it.

~~He's sitting at a table and looking for a certain undead lady, but he'll talk to anybody.~~

He found the lady. And he didn't even need the rehearsing. Now he's sitting at a table looking pleased with himself.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

Robert Attila sits at a table, reading a book about wizards as her pet, Blaise, sits nearby.

Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.

gone_byebye

Somewhere around page 347 of his textbook, Ray realizes that he's got to go do something upstairs right now. He closes the book and hastily scribbles a note on a piece of torn paper:

( Bernard- )

This is folded up, tucked into an envelope, and brought to the Bar. "Could you give this to Bernard for me the next time you see him?" he asks, dropping it on the flat surface. When it disappears, he smiles. "Thanks."

Then it's upstairs for Ray, quick like a bunny.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava's at a table, by the Observation Windows. There's a few papers spread out in front of her, (including a list with ~~items~~), but she's watching the stars die outside insted.

She also might be looking for wolves.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

There's yet another (very messily written) note for Bernard.

( note )

That's all. Anthy got distracted.

true_desire

Desire is in the bar -- fancy that.
The Endless fades in next to Bar and leaves a folded square of red paper on her surface. ( "For Bernard, naturally." )

And with that delivered, Desire picks up a drink and strolls to the usual booth.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is in the bar, after a long weekend of being...well, not in the bar.

But she's here now, and in her regular gown, drinking beer and eating fish and chips. Tartar sauce is an amazing culinary invention.

She's humming an ancient tune between bites and also is reading. She's reading The Art of War again.

Sun Tzu said: The good fighers of old first put themselves beyond the possibility of defeat, and then waited for an opportunity of defeating the enemy.

She's highly distractable today. She might also still be aching from last Friday's lesson with Spike. Come talk to her!

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny has crayons.

Sunny also has a lightsabre.

...

Sunny is an ARTISTIC Sith Baby!

badderthanyou

So, there's a Dawn in the bar.

She's... doing Dawn things.

Like, eating pizza and fries and having soda.

She might get some of those paradoxes later.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

( Note for Bernard )

maxwellsdemon02

Duo is frowning at the pages of his 'magic book'. Elements, yes. Fire, water, air, earth. He scribbles electricity/lightning? trying to remember everything that was deemed an element by Prospero. Electricity isn't really a 'part of man', except in small amounts of energy, but the theory is the same.

"Hmm," he says to himself, and orders green tea from the bar to help him think. Thinking Duo style involves much foot-swinging, finger tapping, doodling, and braid fiddling. Feel free to interrupt, it doesn't look like he's getting very far.

Current Mood: curious

timsbooks.livejournal.com

WAHH HOOO HEYA WHOOOOOOOO!

*This noise comes from some where upstairs. It is followed by the sound of a 110 pound weakling hitting a wall and rebounding off the floor. Then Tim comes into view. His knitting of the previous night, a flaming pentegram, is stretched out across a frame that is 2 1/2 feet by seven inches, rounded ends. The really unusual bit is that this knitted thing is floating a good foot above the floor, and Tim is riding on it. It is a simple matter to hop from the floor onto the railing, and Tim slides down that with a resounding *

YEE HAHH!

*And then Tim is air borne off the end, hopping a good three tables before hitting the floor again, and skidding to a stop. He drops one foot to the floor for balance.*

That.... was Awesome!

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Another night, another nightmare, two more cuts to bandage in the morning.

What a drag.

Asmodean is playing his harp and leaning against the bar. The music is sad, and the bard is casually watching the room.

He's not paranoid. Really.

last_adam

*Adam storms away from Blaise, through the back door and out to the lake. Frustrated with himself, he runs around the lake a bit before dropping to the ground and staring up at the sky.*

highflyin-scott.livejournal.com

Nathan is down stairs, dressed in nice khakis and a sweater. He seems to be waiting for someone. That someone, if you're wondering, is Jaina. This isn't a date though. Nope. Nope nope.

quantumgenius.livejournal.com

Quinn's in the bar. To be more specific, he never really left, since he's been alternating between staring out the window at the exploding universe and sitting in a chair by the fireplace working over the past day's events in his head. Right now he's looking very tussled, and searching the bar for the Professor. He'll pause to chat with anyone, though.

gone_byebye

Back down the stairs, still in the Maxwell's equation t-shirt, but this time Ray looks a good deal happier and hasn't got his textbook with him. Notebook, yes, PDA and other digital things crammed into the oversized pockets of his cargo pants, yes; textbook, not at the moment.

But that's okay. It's time for dinner. And talking to people. One can only manage so much science in a given 26-hour period.

lady-chassit.livejournal.com

[Immediately before.]

The front door is flung as if by a storm wind, and the thunderous crash of gunfire can be clearly heard from the other side.

A woman falls backward into the room, landing on the floor with a sickening thud. She lies still where she has fallen, a delicate blonde figure in a blue dress and black shoes, hands clenched tightly around a handwoven belt of dark blue, stained darker now by the blood that flows freely from the bullet wounds in her stomach, a wistful smile on her pale, dead face.

But this is Milliways, and after a few moments, Gabrielle Deschain begins to stir.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Enter Thom, fiddling absently with a pencil. He heads over to a table and sits down. It's all very exciting.*

[OOC: Tere invites Thom to the Tonys! He'll go! uh, other stuff... Alanna and Tere chat. Wonder twincestuous undertones. The usual.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy closes his eyes and sighs. It's time...

Heavily burdened by thought, he gets out of the easy chair, tucks the coarse woolen blanket under one arm and heads for the bar. The party posters attract his attention fleetingly, but he has other business tonight. Not spotting her in the crowd, he drops off a message for Alanna, picks up a bottle of red wine and a six pack of beer, and heads outside to the lake.

( Alanna... )

the_antiangst

Having procured some pizza (bacon-pineapple-extra cheese, of course) from Bar, Angel stakes out a table and starts people-watching, one hand idly tapping something out on the tabletop. It's nothing special, just another case of table percussion.

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

Lady Death floats into the bar from the outside, trailed by her two Nameless Hellhounds. She lands and orders a glass of mead from the bar, turning to gaze around at those present.

someonesdog

It lasts a fraction of a second. The not knowing where Carrot is at leaving Ankh Morpork the bar becomes a there he is as Angua enters Milliways.

She smiles and relaxes, proceeding over over to him at a casual pace.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[Summary: Barty tries to order the Daily Prophet from his future, but Bar will only give him The Quibbler. He has snarky, pissed-off conversations with Faith and Tim, and a downright unpleasant conversation-via-notes with Bar. Meg gives him the party posters for hiim to charm. Ron arrives and is sociable (slowtimed).]

Barty strides into Milliways with a huge smile. He walks up to Bar. He clears his throat.

"Hello, Bar! I'd like to place an order, please. Specifically, the entire archives of the Daily Prophet from 1996."

He smiles, and waits.

And waits.

"To be charged to the tab of me, Barty Crouch."

He waits. His eyes darken.

"Hello? Bar? Yes, that would be an order for the archives of the Daily Prophet from the year 1996. Thank you?"

He waits.

His face contorts into a furious scowl.

"SHIT. Shit shit shit shit SHIT."

He gives Bar a heinously dark look.

oh-frak-me.livejournal.com

*She slams in*

I haven't wanted a drink and a cigar this badly in a long time.

*She heads to the bar*

Whatever you've got on tap, a cigar and a lighter.

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

Boone walks into the bar and does what he does every time he comes in: he looks for Shannon. He doesn't see her so he heads over to the bar and obtains a nice Tom Collins. Mmmmmalcohol.

slayer_fray

Table? check.
Huge great big pizza? check.
Shiny axe thing that isn't a scythe? check.
Twenty third century energy gun? check.

What are we missing?

Oh yeah, there's a Slayer there too.

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

Romana's back in the bar. She decides to work on knitting a hat while she has a bottle of Atlantean wine.

Feel free to interrupt her.

Current Mood: bouncy

jane_drew

*Jane comes down the stairs, humming cheerfully to herself, and goes over to the bar. When she orders her cup of tea, she also asks for a book. Hmm... The Blue Sword... sounds interesting.*

*She makes her way over to a table and sits down to read. Distractions are welcome, of course.*

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee. Bar. Beer. Notebook.

Mmm. Nouns.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting at a booth reading the copy of 'Quiddich through the ages' he borrowed from Gil. Come say hi.

[ooc: mun has gone to bed. Slowtime only]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's been out in the greenhouse watering her roses; now she comes in, scraping her heels by the door, and heads for the bar.

gramarye1971

*Merriman has a chessboard before him once more, set to be played, though this time the board is turned so that both sides may be played evenly -- red at his left hand, white at his right. He also has two small stopwatches made of good Swiss steel, one held in the palm of each hand.*

*He studies the board, and then starts the timer on the watch in his right hand.*

-- click --

*And moves white, pawn to Queen 4, and clicks both watches. Starting one, stopping the other.*

-- click --

*And moves red, knight to King's Bishop 6.*

-- click --

*And continues to play in a series of swift, deliberate moves, clicking the watches after each turn.*

[OOC: Merriman plays speed chess against himself, which leads to a conversation with Lilly about stereotypes of evil advisors, meets Robert the frog (and Blaise Zabini), and also meets Blue, who attempts to nibble at one of the chess pieces.]

highking.livejournal.com

Peter sits at a table, reading a book and drinking a... is that a frappucino?

I think it might be. Don't tell Lilly.

[Summary: All three threads paused at the moment - but Peter and Kitty finally really talk. Peter learns Kitty's a mutant, and they discuss Kitty/Edmund. Peter and Lilly... are Peter and Lilly and talk about everything and nothing at the same time and never stop. Peter and Caspian very much DON'T talk about any of their problems, as they are ~~British~~ Narnian.]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain's in the bar. Sitting at a table, with coffee and tobacco, and a hardback book. It's a book for beginning readers, with large print and very simple text. He's focusing on rolling a cigarette for the moment, with the book closed beside him.

the_seafarer

Caspian comes into the bar, looking tired, and gets a bottle of wine from Bar and a glass before adjurning to a seat nearer the fire, where he promptly pours a glassful and drinks it down.

Pours another one. Drinks it.

...Perhaps there is something bothering him.

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in from the lake area. His hands and arms are spattered with what appears to be axl grease, which nicely match the smear across his forehead.

If he hasn't been on duty, he's been outback in a corner building what might be confused for a motorcycle.*

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

Marrow sits at the bar, focusing on a something in her left hand. In her right hand is a knife. She is slowly cutting into the object she is holding. It is a piece of bone actually, not that one could tell that now. If one is observant they might see the slowly knitting hole in her left shoulder where the bone was pulled from though.

She has been working on the bone for about an hour now, her eyes hurt because of doing so, she does not stop though. The blank whiteness has began to resemble a figure of a woman. She moves steadily as if she has done this many times before, which she has.

Her mood? Calm, working on art has that affect on her. Come bother her, even though she wouldn't say so herself, her eyes need the break.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val is at a table. A rather familiar table with green ink stains that never seem to ever go away. However, it's a rather interesting sight, but not all that abnormal. She has papers scattered over the table, along with a laptop playing some vid, two pots of ink, and a couple books. She has headphones and a digital music player. Would you look at that. Waitress taking a night off. Feel free to bug her.