May. 29th, 2005
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May. 29th, 2005 12:45 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
excessive-speed.livejournal.comThings didn't look the same at all. Ever since Jenni talked to Heather, things haven't been right. At. All. In fact? That's putting it very lightly.
Everything is nightmarish. Jenni has spent the last two minutes dashing all around the bar and the outside trying to find something that looks right, but to no avail. Nothing at all... nothing.. anywhere... it's all dead. All of it. Everything outside is dead.
Everything inside is full of horror.
She can't handle it. She can't. And it's with tears in her eyes that she skids to a stop in the middle of the bar, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath from the frantic run.
Everything is nightmarish. Jenni has spent the last two minutes dashing all around the bar and the outside trying to find something that looks right, but to no avail. Nothing at all... nothing.. anywhere... it's all dead. All of it. Everything outside is dead.
Everything inside is full of horror.
She can't handle it. She can't. And it's with tears in her eyes that she skids to a stop in the middle of the bar, hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath from the frantic run.
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May. 29th, 2005 01:10 amtheprettiestone.livejournal.comAlex is curled up in a booth downstairs, an untouched cup of tea and bowl of fruit on the table in front of him. He's barefoot, holding something tightly in his left hand, and his expression is carefully neutral.
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May. 29th, 2005 01:10 amfairest1.livejournal.com*the following message is on the bullitin bord on nice paper, hand-written with what was likely a caligraphy pen.
The Wedding of Snow White and Bigby Wolf will be held on Sunday the nth
The ceremony will begin at 8:00. All are welcome.
Any intending to interrupt the proceedings does so at the risk of their existance*
[OOC:Time is EST. Date is unspecified as per the millitimed specs specified in the back room, of it falling on a date where there is no crisis for any present.]
The Wedding of Snow White and Bigby Wolf will be held on Sunday the nth
The ceremony will begin at 8:00. All are welcome.
Any intending to interrupt the proceedings does so at the risk of their existance*
[OOC:Time is EST. Date is unspecified as per the millitimed specs specified in the back room, of it falling on a date where there is no crisis for any present.]
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May. 29th, 2005 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mnt_raph*Raph has done his best to stay out of everyone's way today. He's had quite enough excitement, thank you very much for not asking. All he wants to do is head up to the roof and get some sleep. The best part about being a ninja is that you can sneak out of things like parties.
The Best thing about being a Sentient Bar is the fact that not even ninja suspect you're up to things.
Raph nearly stumbles as he passes through the Lake Door.
Something is wrong. Familar, but very very wrong.
It might have something to do with the loss of vision from his left eye, and the sudden appearance of an eyepatch.
Well, that'd be my guess anyway.*
Oh you gotta be kiddin' me!
The Best thing about being a Sentient Bar is the fact that not even ninja suspect you're up to things.
Raph nearly stumbles as he passes through the Lake Door.
Something is wrong. Familar, but very very wrong.
It might have something to do with the loss of vision from his left eye, and the sudden appearance of an eyepatch.
Well, that'd be my guess anyway.*
Oh you gotta be kiddin' me!
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May. 29th, 2005 02:13 amaj_crawley*Crowley. Sitting at the bar, industriously slicing an apple, and cutting a carrot into manageable bits. After a while, he returns the knife to the bar, and heads outside. And, not all that much later, he returns, sans foodstuffs, to seat himself at his usual table with a half-bottle of Atlantean wine*
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May. 29th, 2005 02:40 ama-fell.livejournal.com*Aziraphael has a book in each hand, and his pockets are bulging suspiciously. All of his pockets, in fact. Including his inside pockets.
Blasted car boot sales. Concentrated temptation, the lot of them.
He blames Crowley*
Blasted car boot sales. Concentrated temptation, the lot of them.
He blames Crowley*
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May. 29th, 2005 02:54 amtheotherbernard.livejournal.comThe man in the corner looks rather smart.
...no. That's a lie. He looks like he was rather smart three weeks ago, and has been sleeping in the same outfit since. And then someone attacked him with a static-y balloon. And possibly threw up on him.
Bernard's back.
...no. That's a lie. He looks like he was rather smart three weeks ago, and has been sleeping in the same outfit since. And then someone attacked him with a static-y balloon. And possibly threw up on him.
Bernard's back.
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May. 29th, 2005 04:38 amof-all-blood.livejournal.comA black-haired young man surely wasn't so out-of-place in Milliways. And hanging about the fire? Not so strange at all. But the way he rested his head and shoulders against the side of a large lion might have been. The lad had his eyes closed, but the lion did not for all both were relaxing.
A sleeveless leather jerkin hugged his torso and gold weighted both arms, but the fingers of one hand were threaded into the lion's mane - both man and cat were perfectly contented, and rested well there.
Most judged him beautiful, and many, on the other side of that door, would as soon worship him as look at him, but here, he was just another youth.
A sleeveless leather jerkin hugged his torso and gold weighted both arms, but the fingers of one hand were threaded into the lion's mane - both man and cat were perfectly contented, and rested well there.
Most judged him beautiful, and many, on the other side of that door, would as soon worship him as look at him, but here, he was just another youth.
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May. 29th, 2005 04:48 amterroristlady.livejournal.com[ OOM: Dina in the cells:
Mandy kindly informs Dina that she has Behrooz.
Michelle kindly interrogates Dina. Dina drops hits that Behrooz might be in danger. ]
Mandy kindly informs Dina that she has Behrooz.
Michelle kindly interrogates Dina. Dina drops hits that Behrooz might be in danger. ]
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May. 29th, 2005 04:52 amoneman_onevoteVetinari comes in carrying Michael, and puts him in a booth. He quickly and professionally searches him, finding his room key.
Lifting the other man again, Vetinari takes him up to his room and puts him on his bed, leaving the key on the table beside him. He then heads back to his own room.
An interesting night.
[OOC: Not here. Neither is Micheal-mun, this is a placeholder.]
Lifting the other man again, Vetinari takes him up to his room and puts him on his bed, leaving the key on the table beside him. He then heads back to his own room.
An interesting night.
[OOC: Not here. Neither is Micheal-mun, this is a placeholder.]
silverageflash.livejournal.comSunday morning, and the world's fastest man is lazing in the morning sun in the garden, sipping a tall iced tea and reading that Dortmunder novel he never quite finished two months back.
Come and say hi.
Come and say hi.
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May. 29th, 2005 08:59 amfuckin-poet.livejournal.comAndré strolls into the bar. And sees a face he knows.
Funny, how life works, see?
Funny, how life works, see?
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May. 29th, 2005 09:22 amiustus_rexIt's a bizarrely early hour of the morning for Edmund to be active in the bar. This would be because his player's schedule needs to be drastically skewed in order to comply with work on Tuesday morning, but nevermind THAT now.
Regardless, he's apparently currently very vaguely occupied with breakfast. And with looking around absently.His player is watching the conversation between Crowley, Aziraphael, and Lucifer, but he's only met the one and hasn't met his friend Adam's dad yet, so he isn't, really.
Regardless, he's apparently currently very vaguely occupied with breakfast. And with looking around absently.
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May. 29th, 2005 10:08 amhenry_fitzroyThe door opens, and Henry Fitzroy steps in. He blinks, and there's a brief flash of teeth as he remembers how his last night here ended.
Tonight, he heads for a booth, hanging his trenchcoat on the bench seat. He orders a fancy water from a passing waitrat and leans back to watch the crowds.
It's a shame he missed the party. He'd probably look really good in a pirate outfit.
Tonight, he heads for a booth, hanging his trenchcoat on the bench seat. He orders a fancy water from a passing waitrat and leans back to watch the crowds.
It's a shame he missed the party. He'd probably look really good in a pirate outfit.
Babysitting
May. 29th, 2005 10:56 amgo-between.livejournal.comRichard's onna couch witha bebe. In theory he's feeding Joshua, but his head has slumped back, and it looks like he's drifted off.
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May. 29th, 2005 11:15 amiris-attitude.livejournal.comIris is sitting at the bar, eating breakfast. She has hauled out her sketchbook, and is idly drawing Captain Jack Sparrow on one of the pages. Interesting man. Come join her for breakfast or a drink.
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May. 29th, 2005 11:47 amhighking.livejournal.comPeter stumbles into the bar, successfully procures a cup of tea, and empties it before noticing that Edmund is at a table.
He makes a beeline. A somewhat wavery beeline.
He makes a beeline. A somewhat wavery beeline.
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May. 29th, 2005 12:39 pmmanofthecity.livejournal.comCarrot was really worried about Angua.
After all, just because she didn't feel pain from it much doesn't mean one of her friends didn't bite her the last time they were in Milliways.
Now, he knows he shouldn't be really all that worried about it.
But he still feels obliged to know where she is ...
... and since Cheery hadn't seen her and he was afraid to check Biers, Milliways was the best option.
Either way, there's ... lemonade. Which is all Carrot drinks now, thanks mostly to Mister Vimes.
"Thanks, Bar," he says as the drink appears, smiling.
After all, just because she didn't feel pain from it much doesn't mean one of her friends didn't bite her the last time they were in Milliways.
Now, he knows he shouldn't be really all that worried about it.
But he still feels obliged to know where she is ...
... and since Cheery hadn't seen her and he was afraid to check Biers, Milliways was the best option.
Either way, there's ... lemonade. Which is all Carrot drinks now, thanks mostly to Mister Vimes.
"Thanks, Bar," he says as the drink appears, smiling.
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May. 29th, 2005 12:52 pmskjaldmeyjar.livejournal.comValkyrie, entering the bar from the back door.
She's humming a bit under her breath as she heads to get a drink; her day's been going pretty good so far.
((Mun needs caffine, will be back in 20-30 mins))
She's humming a bit under her breath as she heads to get a drink; her day's been going pretty good so far.
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May. 29th, 2005 01:43 pmgone_byebyeThere was a party last night. It was a good party. You had to come in costume. You had to sing. These are things people do at parties.
You had to bring someone of a different life state from yourself. This is not normal for a party, but it is not necessarily a bad thing. A bad thing would be bringing a Class Six in a trap because your girlfriend was on Gallifrey.
Well... maybe not bad. Maybe just foolish.
And maybe the foolishness is enough to remind the Bar that other foolish behavior had to be atoned for. Maybe it's just enough that when Ray opened the door and walked out of Milliways last night, the world on the other side was a little brighter than it ought to have been- a little more color-saturated, a little flatter. Or a lot flatter, really. Not that anyone could say; Ray slipped away from the party after the singing started to give way to other recreations, so no one really saw him leave.
There was no 'maybe' about what happened the next day, though. None at all.
The door opens as it always does, and a uniformed Ray steps through, speaking to someone over his shoulder. "-do it, but I'm telling you it won't-"
His head comes around to see what's in front of him, and his eyes get very wide and his voice goes quiet.
Blink. Blink.
"Egon?" he says, in a small, still voice; he doesn't even dare to move his head. "Um... you can't hear me, can you?"
It must've been a hell of a party. The man's visibly rounder. And shorter. And he's got red hair.
[OOC:Buggrit! I just realised I have to get to the train station immediately and go visit my parents, but I SHALL be active this afternoon or evening, I promise... Back now...]
You had to bring someone of a different life state from yourself. This is not normal for a party, but it is not necessarily a bad thing. A bad thing would be bringing a Class Six in a trap because your girlfriend was on Gallifrey.
Well... maybe not bad. Maybe just foolish.
And maybe the foolishness is enough to remind the Bar that other foolish behavior had to be atoned for. Maybe it's just enough that when Ray opened the door and walked out of Milliways last night, the world on the other side was a little brighter than it ought to have been- a little more color-saturated, a little flatter. Or a lot flatter, really. Not that anyone could say; Ray slipped away from the party after the singing started to give way to other recreations, so no one really saw him leave.
There was no 'maybe' about what happened the next day, though. None at all.
The door opens as it always does, and a uniformed Ray steps through, speaking to someone over his shoulder. "-do it, but I'm telling you it won't-"
His head comes around to see what's in front of him, and his eyes get very wide and his voice goes quiet.
Blink. Blink.
"Egon?" he says, in a small, still voice; he doesn't even dare to move his head. "Um... you can't hear me, can you?"
It must've been a hell of a party. The man's visibly rounder. And shorter. And he's got red hair.
[OOC:
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May. 29th, 2005 01:44 pmfriggin-gift.livejournal.comBoone is once again sweating when he enters the bar. He has his pack over his shoulder and, only a few seconds behind him, Locke comes in with his pack as well.
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May. 29th, 2005 01:47 pmhalf-giant.livejournal.comScrew it, LJ ate my clever entrance post, so here's the summary:
Hagrid is in the bar, he's got a giant freakin' pumpkin.
He's looking to make a boat out of said pumpkin, and is looking forvictims bar patrons to help him test it out on the lake when he's done.
[ooc: Mun may have to dash at a moment's notice, but will happily slowtime if this happens]
Hagrid is in the bar, he's got a giant freakin' pumpkin.
He's looking to make a boat out of said pumpkin, and is looking for
[ooc: Mun may have to dash at a moment's notice, but will happily slowtime if this happens]
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May. 29th, 2005 01:58 pmfemme-wizard.livejournal.comElves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Eska's in full witches' black today: The belt Ray gave her over is worn over an expensive but worn thin black silk dress, her black hat much stiffer and more upright than any wizards hat she's worn.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels
No particular reason.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
She's drinking very slowly from a tankard of something, that smells of apples. Her sips indicate that she wants the reassurance of the alcohol without the actual getting drunk part.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
She is also smoking one of her roll-ups, taking deep drags out of it at regular intervals, while she reads what appears to be a handwritten notebook.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
She's sitting in her usual chair, feet curled up next to her. Occasionally she looks up and scans the bar.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
Having said all that, she doesn't look worried or scared in any way, just thoughtful, semi interested. She'd really love to talk to you, you know.
White text from Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett
Eska's in full witches' black today: The belt Ray gave her over is worn over an expensive but worn thin black silk dress, her black hat much stiffer and more upright than any wizards hat she's worn.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels
No particular reason.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
She's drinking very slowly from a tankard of something, that smells of apples. Her sips indicate that she wants the reassurance of the alcohol without the actual getting drunk part.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
She is also smoking one of her roll-ups, taking deep drags out of it at regular intervals, while she reads what appears to be a handwritten notebook.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
She's sitting in her usual chair, feet curled up next to her. Occasionally she looks up and scans the bar.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
Having said all that, she doesn't look worried or scared in any way, just thoughtful, semi interested. She'd really love to talk to you, you know.
White text from Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett
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May. 29th, 2005 02:15 pmcanineshamus.livejournal.comFrom the way Sam enters, it's pretty clear he thought he was entering someplace else. As the door swings open he staggers in shoulder-first, as if he were charging it from the other side. "Freelance Police! Nobody... what the..."
He stands there looking confused for a second. "...Oh. Oh yeah. This place." But that wasn't his -closet-...
Sam's just learned that Milliways happens to you whenever it wants to. With a shrug, and a glance over his shoulder, he heads for the bar. He looks tense anyway.
He stands there looking confused for a second. "...Oh. Oh yeah. This place." But that wasn't his -closet-...
Sam's just learned that Milliways happens to you whenever it wants to. With a shrug, and a glance over his shoulder, he heads for the bar. He looks tense anyway.
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May. 29th, 2005 02:32 pmcalled_lionessLook. It's a Lucy. In the bar.
Lucy would have been in the bar twice before this week. But apparently LJ did not want her in, and refused to send her entrance posts.
Lucy feels unloved. Weep, Lucy, weep.
Except not. Drink tea instead, Lucy! Drink tea!
Lucy would have been in the bar twice before this week. But apparently LJ did not want her in, and refused to send her entrance posts.
Lucy feels unloved. Weep, Lucy, weep.
Except not. Drink tea instead, Lucy! Drink tea!
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May. 29th, 2005 02:50 pmtalented-biter.livejournal.comSunny is in the bar. With her crown, and her birthday dress, still.
You may, possibly, never get her out of it.
She also has on devil horns and angel wings.
This says so much about her, really.
Since her REAL birfday isn't til tomorrow?
This baby intends to stretch it out.
What, her mun posting cause she wants to use new icons? Nah.
[ooc: Sunny makes Jonathan a min-yon, talks to Gil and gets ice cream, talks to Harold, and gets Cake with Megan.]
You may, possibly, never get her out of it.
She also has on devil horns and angel wings.
This says so much about her, really.
Since her REAL birfday isn't til tomorrow?
This baby intends to stretch it out.
What, her mun posting cause she wants to use new icons? Nah.
[ooc: Sunny makes Jonathan a min-yon, talks to Gil and gets ice cream, talks to Harold, and gets Cake with Megan.]
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May. 29th, 2005 03:11 pmin-it.livejournal.comAndrew was sitting at a table eating his lunch -- Chicken salad on wheat with tomato. He was wearing a blue (not brown) t-shirt that proclaimed in bold, white letters:
My name is Andrew.
I am not a turtle.
Having procured it by special request from Bar earlier, he thought himself rather clever.
[Andrew meets Hagrid, who wants him to help test his pumpkin boat prototype. Andrew, unfortunately, cannot swim, so has to pass. He later glomps Kitty, mistaking her for his Sam. Thankfully, she's not insulted, even when he kisses her forehead and calls her another woman's name.]
I am not a turtle.
Having procured it by special request from Bar earlier, he thought himself rather clever.
[Andrew meets Hagrid, who wants him to help test his pumpkin boat prototype. Andrew, unfortunately, cannot swim, so has to pass. He later glomps Kitty, mistaking her for his Sam. Thankfully, she's not insulted, even when he kisses her forehead and calls her another woman's name.]
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May. 29th, 2005 03:16 pmnotjustananimal.livejournal.comGil's not in the kitchen.
...
So who's in there, causing all that noise? Why it's Wolf! Virginia's in charge of the catering for Snow's wedding, and she's enlisted his help. Not that she really had to try that hard.
There's been specifications set for the menu, such as the main dish: most of the attendees have selected chicken as their preferred entree. And there are requirements for vegetarian, vegan, and vampiric meals. (Ew, vegetables. Icky.) Which he will fulfill. Like the good Wolf that he is.
Right now, he's mostly working on main dishes.
Paella Valenciana
Chicken and Rice with Ground Beef (for the kiddies, since generally a simple, lightly flavoured dish is good)
Reckless Pasta with Osso Bucco Sauce (sans veal)
And since he's being good and following orders, Wolf is making the pestos for the Basil Pesto Sunshine Sandwiches.
A few other items that he's been looking at are:
Turnips Stewed in Blood,
Blood Sausage,
Special Lamb Chops
Bourbon Butternut Squash Risotto with Shiitake Mushrooms
Yes, how Wolf loves cooking. And never fear, there will be a chicken+bacon recipe in there somewhere along the way.
...
So who's in there, causing all that noise? Why it's Wolf! Virginia's in charge of the catering for Snow's wedding, and she's enlisted his help. Not that she really had to try that hard.
There's been specifications set for the menu, such as the main dish: most of the attendees have selected chicken as their preferred entree. And there are requirements for vegetarian, vegan, and vampiric meals. (Ew, vegetables. Icky.) Which he will fulfill. Like the good Wolf that he is.
Right now, he's mostly working on main dishes.
Paella Valenciana
Chicken and Rice with Ground Beef (for the kiddies, since generally a simple, lightly flavoured dish is good)
Reckless Pasta with Osso Bucco Sauce (sans veal)
And since he's being good and following orders, Wolf is making the pestos for the Basil Pesto Sunshine Sandwiches.
A few other items that he's been looking at are:
Turnips Stewed in Blood,
Blood Sausage,
Special Lamb Chops
Bourbon Butternut Squash Risotto with Shiitake Mushrooms
Yes, how Wolf loves cooking. And never fear, there will be a chicken+bacon recipe in there somewhere along the way.
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May. 29th, 2005 03:24 pmxan-shaped.livejournal.comXander's sitting in a chair by the fire, eating potato chips left over from the pirate party and reading comics.
He looks very relaxed.
He looks very relaxed.
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May. 29th, 2005 03:31 pmriver_meimeiRiver's curled up sideways in an armchair, watching the fire dance.
She's wearing Indy's hat again.
[OOC summary: Sunny is adorable, declares River a queen too, and gives her her scepter. Together they will rule thegalaxy bar. Angua and River discuss perception, names, and spaceships. River meets Megan, who declares them friends at first sight, and there is more discussion of Queen Sunny. Sharpe and River do the closest thing to small talk River ever does.]
She's wearing Indy's hat again.
[OOC summary: Sunny is adorable, declares River a queen too, and gives her her scepter. Together they will rule the
audieraines.livejournal.com[ Pre-Milliways: Audrey leaves CTU. Spoilers for season 4 of "24". ]
In the beginning, there was angst. The angst’s name was Tony Almeida. He was an angry man, a bitter man, a man who was pissed off at the world for all the injustices it forced him to bear. He angsted alone until a dear friend arrived: Kim Bauer. And the angst doubled.
For a moment it appeared as if the angst would not become any angstier. But then, Jack Bauer came to Milliways. And the angst multiplied by the hundreds.
It could not be equalized, save for the angsty antics of his friend, Tony, and his daughter, Kim. When his dead boss, Ryan Chappelle, arrived, the angst simply became worse and did not seem to stop, even through a disasterous "family dinner," the arrival of Christine Chappelle, the botched love affair that was Tony/Kim, Tony's subsiquent suicide attempt, and a list of other things that, if mentioned here, would turn this entry post into a dissertation.
The angst never really disappeared; it simply subsided into breif periods of "happiness," which, true to canon, must be punctured by more angst. This is why Erin Driscoll returned to blow a nice angst-sized hole in Jack's contendedness over his daughter's recover.
However, neither he nor anyone in the "24" contigent is ready to deal with the black hole of angst that steps through the front door of Milliways with a rather lost look on her face. It is not the parking lot, it is not a bar she particularly wants to be in. It's Milliways Bar--the bar she remembers being in some time ago with certain individuals she would rather not want to see now. Audrey turns to leave, but only faces a wall. Making a frustrated cry, she heads to the bar, orders something hard and finds a corner to hide and wibble in.
Audrey Raines has returned to Milliways, liek woe.
[ OOC: Mun has to skeedaddle! Will be back soon. ^.^ ]
In the beginning, there was angst. The angst’s name was Tony Almeida. He was an angry man, a bitter man, a man who was pissed off at the world for all the injustices it forced him to bear. He angsted alone until a dear friend arrived: Kim Bauer. And the angst doubled.
For a moment it appeared as if the angst would not become any angstier. But then, Jack Bauer came to Milliways. And the angst multiplied by the hundreds.
It could not be equalized, save for the angsty antics of his friend, Tony, and his daughter, Kim. When his dead boss, Ryan Chappelle, arrived, the angst simply became worse and did not seem to stop, even through a disasterous "family dinner," the arrival of Christine Chappelle, the botched love affair that was Tony/Kim, Tony's subsiquent suicide attempt, and a list of other things that, if mentioned here, would turn this entry post into a dissertation.
The angst never really disappeared; it simply subsided into breif periods of "happiness," which, true to canon, must be punctured by more angst. This is why Erin Driscoll returned to blow a nice angst-sized hole in Jack's contendedness over his daughter's recover.
However, neither he nor anyone in the "24" contigent is ready to deal with the black hole of angst that steps through the front door of Milliways with a rather lost look on her face. It is not the parking lot, it is not a bar she particularly wants to be in. It's Milliways Bar--the bar she remembers being in some time ago with certain individuals she would rather not want to see now. Audrey turns to leave, but only faces a wall. Making a frustrated cry, she heads to the bar, orders something hard and finds a corner to hide and wibble in.
Audrey Raines has returned to Milliways, liek woe.
[ OOC: Mun has to skeedaddle! Will be back soon. ^.^ ]
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May. 29th, 2005 04:32 pmiseenightmares.livejournal.comSlowly, carefully, Heather peeks her head out from her door. The hallway is a bleak sight, the walls smeared and the floor rusting. But she has to walk out. She has to continue. Because it never ends.
She comes carefully down the stairs and stops by the bar. Sitting on the counter are five health drinks and three first aid kits. Sitting in the back is an ampoule. She collects them, quickly. She knows how likely it is she'll need them.
She comes carefully down the stairs and stops by the bar. Sitting on the counter are five health drinks and three first aid kits. Sitting in the back is an ampoule. She collects them, quickly. She knows how likely it is she'll need them.
http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/Chase saunters downstairs for something to eat. He is still oblivious to the current events of his canon, and nothing else has happened as of yesterday afternoon to ruin his cheerful mood. But the day is young yet.
He doesn't have a book to read that he wouldn't be embarrassed to let people actually see him reading, so he's a little bored.
Come chat!
He doesn't have a book to read that he wouldn't be embarrassed to let people actually see him reading, so he's a little bored.
Come chat!
someonesdogWell, this is the first time Pseudopolis Yard has turned out to me Milliways.
Shrugging, Angua figures she may as well get a proper breakfast this time. So she asks Bar to recommend something.
She's rewarded with the nicest omelette she's ever tasted.
chelleuncurledLast night, Michelle spoke to Dina Araz and got a lead. Today she's sitting at a table and writing in her notebook.
She has a diet soda and a basket of onion rings.
She however has no idea what happened yesterday with Nita. Feel free to bring her even more bad news.
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May. 29th, 2005 05:20 pmbig-b-wolf.livejournal.com[OOC: Bigby's rented room upstairs for preparing for the big day.]
whats-it-for.livejournal.com[ooc: This post is dedicated to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fairest1-mun because she asked.]
Skazz really should start pay attention to where he's going. This way when he unlocks the door to his room after visting family and finds himself in a bar, he will not scream at the sight of stars exploding.
He's seen it before, just never took any notice, poor boy.
fairest1-mun because she asked.]Skazz really should start pay attention to where he's going. This way when he unlocks the door to his room after visting family and finds himself in a bar, he will not scream at the sight of stars exploding.
He's seen it before, just never took any notice, poor boy.
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May. 29th, 2005 06:02 pmrebelfaerie.livejournal.comA cute little faerie's in the bar! It's Tiki!
She looks lonely.
People should go talk to the lonely faerie.
I bet that would make her happy!
[OOC: Munshall be leaving shortly to go dine with the family, but will return and continue regularly scheduled RP. is back!dying, and therefore slowtiming everything!]
[Summary: Tiki meets Serena, who offers to help Tiki see Bindi again, and Tiki is VERY HAPPY.
Also, Tiki meets Puck and at first there is joy and happiness and friend-making, and then there is confusion, which is followed by OH SO MUCH anguish. The end result of which is Tiki wanting to erase herself from existance.]
She looks lonely.
People should go talk to the lonely faerie.
I bet that would make her happy!
[OOC: Mun
[Summary: Tiki meets Serena, who offers to help Tiki see Bindi again, and Tiki is VERY HAPPY.
Also, Tiki meets Puck and at first there is joy and happiness and friend-making, and then there is confusion, which is followed by OH SO MUCH anguish. The end result of which is Tiki wanting to erase herself from existance.]
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May. 29th, 2005 06:08 pmthecooloneThey're dressed, the both of them, for a trip. The only remaining question is whether or not they'll be able to go where they want, but Bill is confident. He sees no reason why there should be any sort of problem. After all, it was Albus who told him that the door can be a fickle mistress and change what's on the other side.
He thinks, though, that the time is right; he's promised Fleur Egypt and he'll give her Egypt.
"Ready?" He reaches for the door and pulls it open.
The first sight outside the door is the rising sun's reflection on the Nile River. He takes Fleur's hand in his and steps through into the heat, into the desert sand, into another time and place altogether.
He thinks, though, that the time is right; he's promised Fleur Egypt and he'll give her Egypt.
"Ready?" He reaches for the door and pulls it open.
The first sight outside the door is the rising sun's reflection on the Nile River. He takes Fleur's hand in his and steps through into the heat, into the desert sand, into another time and place altogether.
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May. 29th, 2005 06:13 pmfairest1.livejournal.com[In the guest rooms: Snow and her attendants prepare]
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May. 29th, 2005 06:15 pmrebelheartalien.livejournal.comMichael walks carefully downstairs, suffering a splitting headache and still tired from yesterday's power overuse. He heads for the couches and sits down.
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May. 29th, 2005 07:17 pmclumsy_auror*After cleaning up her daughter, Tonks settles herself in a booth in the corner of the bar, reading the latest issue of Transfiguration Today.
Which is probably why the napkin dispenser keeps turning into a miniature portrait of the Queen.*
Which is probably why the napkin dispenser keeps turning into a miniature portrait of the Queen.*
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May. 29th, 2005 07:22 pmalien-isabel.livejournal.comRed Alert! Red Alert!
There's a sighting of a worrying alien bride to be! Please stay inside your houses until this disaster passes.
Or come talk to her.
There's a sighting of a worrying alien bride to be! Please stay inside your houses until this disaster passes.
Or come talk to her.
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May. 29th, 2005 07:35 pmtimsbooks.livejournal.com*Hey look, Tim is in bar! And he's singing snatches of song as he boards around. Nothing too fancy, just wandering around, hopping tables and chairs with no real flair. Come and chat with him, if you can stand the music.*
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes
He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth
He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes
He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth
mortisbelle.livejournal.comThere is a robed figure at the bar. From the way it seems to look around, it may be searching for someone. Anyway, it moves to the counter...
(Rated R, teasing, innuendo and other equally delicious things.)
(Rated R, teasing, innuendo and other equally delicious things.)
Georege Inna Bar...Open
May. 29th, 2005 08:18 pmnotafieldagent.livejournal.comHe'd spent a fitful night in his room. There were still so many questions, so many things he couldn't wrap his head around. Not the least of which was Tony's apparent obsession with Star Wars, and the fact that he'd met a woman somewhat randomly who just happened to be dating Ryan. Small world, even at the end of the universe, apparently.
But he's in the bar now. With coke and beef and broccol, which he is eating with chopsticks.
He's also wearing pants and keeping one eye out for those rascally kids
[OOC: Mun is doing laundry so...may have lags between replies]
But he's in the bar now. With coke and beef and broccol, which he is eating with chopsticks.
[OOC: Mun is doing laundry so...may have lags between replies]
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May. 29th, 2005 08:27 pmasar-suti.livejournal.comAsar-Suti is stretched out on the grass outiside, with a book and a tall glass of iced coffee.
The book is some classical High Fantasy - 'Lankhmar' by Fritz Leiber.
The purple god of magic is gigglling.
The book is some classical High Fantasy - 'Lankhmar' by Fritz Leiber.
The purple god of magic is gigglling.
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May. 29th, 2005 08:31 pmturnipman.livejournal.comEnter Baldrick, pursued by a keg.
Or, to be more accurate, pursued by a wheelbarrow. Not just any wheelbarrow. Not one of those cheap little ones that break when you half-fill them with heavy compost. Not even one of those larger ones that can carry several sturdy pots and all your gardening tools.
No.
We're talking the mother of all wheelbarrows, because we're talking the mother of all kegs. Not to mention Baldrick's collection of two-pint tankards jangling frome the handles.
And at this very moment, Baldrick has temporarily lost control of the barrow, which hurtles through the door with a thunderous noise approximating the volume of Krakatoa. Just in time, he grabs the handles, and manages to bring it to a halt just short of a table...
Or, to be more accurate, pursued by a wheelbarrow. Not just any wheelbarrow. Not one of those cheap little ones that break when you half-fill them with heavy compost. Not even one of those larger ones that can carry several sturdy pots and all your gardening tools.
No.
We're talking the mother of all wheelbarrows, because we're talking the mother of all kegs. Not to mention Baldrick's collection of two-pint tankards jangling frome the handles.
And at this very moment, Baldrick has temporarily lost control of the barrow, which hurtles through the door with a thunderous noise approximating the volume of Krakatoa. Just in time, he grabs the handles, and manages to bring it to a halt just short of a table...
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May. 29th, 2005 08:34 pmdesert-worm.livejournal.comLuke wanders in, settles on a barstool, and orders hot chocolate. It seems like a good night for a comforting sort of drink. Given that, y'know, the note said Val would be home that night.
He's not fidgeting and staring distractedly toward the front door at all. Really. Not even a little bit.
He's not fidgeting and staring distractedly toward the front door at all. Really. Not even a little bit.
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May. 29th, 2005 08:44 pmjedipilot.livejournal.comJaina's at a booth, reading at a very slowl rate. It's the Revenge of the Sith novel. Every so often, she turns to the primer sitting near by and looks something up.
Biggest discovery of the day? Her grandmother was a politician, just like her mother. Jaina's hoping it's not something that runs too much in the family line.
Biggest discovery of the day? Her grandmother was a politician, just like her mother. Jaina's hoping it's not something that runs too much in the family line.
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May. 29th, 2005 09:19 pmgil-whimple.livejournal.comGil has prepped, has fetched empties, has helped with the washing up and, finally, has cooked the usual Sunday Roasts. Now he is ready for a breather and so takes a plate of cookies and a mug of tea through into the bar and goes to a random table and sits, leaning back in the seat and looking around the bar with a smile.
The kitchen is home ground but sometimes it's nice to get out there and see people. Anyone want a cookie?
The kitchen is home ground but sometimes it's nice to get out there and see people. Anyone want a cookie?
First Post
May. 29th, 2005 09:29 pmhorsecolored.livejournal.comA smallish unicorn (which makes her a normal sized horse) with glistening black hair and a long spiraling horn atop her head, comes charging through the door.
But no. The door isn't actually there when she comes through. It seems to just dissappear and a beautiful field is seen behind the charging unicorn. But only for a second. Then the door reappears.
And that's when all hell breaks loose. Neysa (that being the unicorn's name of course) rears with a loud sharp note. Wait...a note? Her horn is a musical instrument and sounds much like the sounds a harmonica would make.
As she continues to rear wildly fire begins to flame from her nostrils. This is one very very upset unicorn.
[OOC If everyone could please reply under one thread, which will start with Susan, that would be highly highly appreciated. This is a hard entrance to millitime.]
But no. The door isn't actually there when she comes through. It seems to just dissappear and a beautiful field is seen behind the charging unicorn. But only for a second. Then the door reappears.
And that's when all hell breaks loose. Neysa (that being the unicorn's name of course) rears with a loud sharp note. Wait...a note? Her horn is a musical instrument and sounds much like the sounds a harmonica would make.
As she continues to rear wildly fire begins to flame from her nostrils. This is one very very upset unicorn.
[OOC If everyone could please reply under one thread, which will start with Susan, that would be highly highly appreciated. This is a hard entrance to millitime.]
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May. 29th, 2005 09:56 pmloyaltyinmotion.livejournal.comJason wanders to the bar. No, he's not drunk this time. The Bar has seen to that. He takes his sandwich and milk and surveys the room.
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May. 29th, 2005 09:57 pmmaxwellsdemon02Duo is sitting at a table in the bar, frowning at a piece of paper. It's covered in scribbles of odd symbols and what looks like warped runes. He's trying to figure out shielding and warding spells that can be activated, and not carted around along with you.
He doesn't look like he's having much success. This is mirrored by a cup of coffee sitting next to him, which has long gone cold.
He doesn't look like he's having much success. This is mirrored by a cup of coffee sitting next to him, which has long gone cold.
Entrance post
May. 29th, 2005 09:58 pmcol-cardboard.livejournal.comThe door slides open, and a dark-haired man with pale green eyes enters.
He stops.
And looks around.
Somehow, someone has turned his bunk on the Ralroost into a mess hall.
Except... these people don't look like any of the pilots he's familiar with. In fact, it looks more like a bar than a mess hall.
He's mildly confused. And grim.
Grim grim grim.
[OOC: summary- Jagged Fel enters Milliways for great Jaina angst! There is timeline woe, he breaks a little when the whole concept of Milliways is explained, gets a declaration of love, is cried on, realizes he is Bound, and rents the room next to Jaina's.]
He stops.
And looks around.
Somehow, someone has turned his bunk on the Ralroost into a mess hall.
Except... these people don't look like any of the pilots he's familiar with. In fact, it looks more like a bar than a mess hall.
He's mildly confused. And grim.
Grim grim grim.
[OOC: summary- Jagged Fel enters Milliways for great Jaina angst! There is timeline woe, he breaks a little when the whole concept of Milliways is explained, gets a declaration of love, is cried on, realizes he is Bound, and rents the room next to Jaina's.]
The Wedding of Snow White and Bigby Wolf
May. 29th, 2005 10:07 pmfairest1.livejournal.com*Out by the lake, things have been carefully prepared. There's a beautiful spot, right at the edge of the forest, where the sun's rays passing through the trees leave a breathtaking effect. The ground is fairly level here, and there's a few scattered flowers growing naturally. Chairs have been set up for everyone in neat rows, and a hardwood dance floor has been created off to the side. A wedding arch and a simple runner form the aisle for the procession. A gentle breeze is enough to keep formal wear from becoming excessively warm. All are welcome, but disrupt things at their own risk*
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May. 29th, 2005 10:10 pmyoualleverybody.livejournal.comLiam is in the bar, with Megan in tow.
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May. 29th, 2005 10:26 pmgooddoggromit.livejournal.comGromit is very pleased to not be dead. It's given him a whole new look on life, you might say.
For one, it means that he has the ability to build a machine that can take him home. After all, if the door won't work, then surely inventions can. It's all a question of brainpower. He just has to figure who the right people to talk to are...
[1:28 AM CST] Mun is headed to sleep! Will pick this up tomorrow if anything ends up happening.]
For one, it means that he has the ability to build a machine that can take him home. After all, if the door won't work, then surely inventions can. It's all a question of brainpower. He just has to figure who the right people to talk to are...
[1:28 AM CST] Mun is headed to sleep! Will pick this up tomorrow if anything ends up happening.]
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May. 29th, 2005 10:30 pmiris-attitude.livejournal.comIris is sitting in a chair by the fire, sketching in her book. She has a Magic Woman, which is sitting on a nearby table, within reach. She's drawing a face but so far it hasn't really gotten detailed. She may be torn as to who she is drawing.
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May. 29th, 2005 10:52 pmblind-courage.livejournal.comIvy was in the bar again, looking less like a pirate wench and more like herself as she sat in a chair by the fire. She had a ball of white yarn in her lap, a pair of knitting needles in her hands and was working on something of a non-descript shape. It wasn't her intention to create anything worth much, but she liked keeping her hands busy while she sat and listened to the chatter around her.
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May. 29th, 2005 10:55 pmgiftedthom.livejournal.com*Thom is in a booth. Well, technically; you wouldn't call what he's doing sitting, per se. He's slouched down with both legs up on the table, ruining his back and nursing a red wine.
He's also reading a book with no back cover. It's amazing how he multitasks.*
[OOC: Adam and Thom fail spectacularly to get along... again.]
He's also reading a book with no back cover. It's amazing how he multitasks.*
[OOC: Adam and Thom fail spectacularly to get along... again.]
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May. 29th, 2005 10:59 pmprettymaids*Theres a vampire sitting at the bar, looking into the middle distance at nothing in particular with a wistful smile on her lips. A glass of blood sit's, untouched, on the bar in front of her.*
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May. 29th, 2005 11:18 pmbythebrook.livejournal.comIt's Ophelia!
She still has a tail. And a very fluttery skirt. And a handful of pixie stix.
She still has a tail. And a very fluttery skirt. And a handful of pixie stix.
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May. 29th, 2005 11:19 pmredeemed-one.livejournal.comNow here's a rare sight. It's Anakin, in the bar. The jeans and t-shirt ("Think Jedi") are a mere side effect.
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May. 29th, 2005 11:42 pmin-it.livejournal.comLargeman was in the bar again, and he was still wearing his t-shirt. He seemed to be in an exceedingly jubilant mood, in spite of his recent bout of melancholia.
He was sitting at the bar with a Heineken and humming Aretha Franklin under his breath for reasons he couldn't remember.
[Andrew regales Tony with tales of Dead Parrot Ultimate Frisbee. Tony, in turn, just gets weirded out. Andrew later bonds with Penny over their mutal love for Raph's more subtle personality traits.]
He was sitting at the bar with a Heineken and humming Aretha Franklin under his breath for reasons he couldn't remember.
[Andrew regales Tony with tales of Dead Parrot Ultimate Frisbee. Tony, in turn, just gets weirded out. Andrew later bonds with Penny over their mutal love for Raph's more subtle personality traits.]
