milliways_bar | Jun. 8th, 2005

Jun. 8th, 2005

warsgod.livejournal.com

He walks in from the shadows of the corner of the bar. He makes his way to the bar, leaving a trail of anger in the hearts of those in his wake.

He is not in a very good mood.

[ooc: Warning: This thread is rated BGT for Bad Greek Translations. You have been warned]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy heads straight for the bar, where she picks up the rustly box with a look of intense relief.

Instead of opening it, she orders tea.

[OOC: Shati and Jo discuss Heero's toast-like qualities as Duo inquires about Chuchu. (Slowtimed.)]

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

Whenever Meg approaches the Bar next, she'll find a rose waiting for her.

It's nothing out of the ordinary. The thorns aren't particularly sharp. The colour's the same rich red of any other rose. An attached note reads Meg Giry in an ink the same shade as the flower; on the other side, there's a carefully-penned line of music from an opera she won't recognise.

....Odd, though. The handwriting doesn't look quite the same as last time.

desert-worm.livejournal.com

Luke runs over and stands in front of the bar, looking extremely frazzled. He cups his hands around his mouth and says loudly, "Hey, everyone. Is there anyone here who could make me look a little different really fast?"

prydeful

One mutant enters the bar from her world, book in hand.

Sometimes it's nice to just relax.

And so Kitty plans on doing just that, curling up with Sylvia Plath--not the writer, her works--on a couch.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

He's been around. Really. Talking to people, scrounging for parts, making trades, wheeling and dealing and maybe even scamming a little. Lots of time has been spent in dark corners dealing with shady characters and having guns, blasters, and hands full of pulsing mutant energy pointed at him under the table in case he didn't deliver something in return for something.

He's been paying off his tab by making synthetic diamonds from carbon. Something he probably would have done at science fairs when he was a kid if it weren't for the fact that there aren't science fairs or schools in a world enslaved by aliens. But in any case, diamond is diamond, it's valuable, and they're real, so the tab is currently at 0.

"Harper, you are a genius," he was saying, or rather huffing, to himself with a rather smug grin, as he carried a heavy-looking object with lots of tubes and dials that looked like it had been scrapped together from old pinball machine parts (it probably had). "A mega super, ultra genius with an intellect of prodigious proportions."

The grin wavered a bit. "So hopefully this will work."

A pause. "Maybe."

Another pause. "Fifty/fifty chance."

Yet another pause. "Okay, technically it's a 99.99991/0.00009 chance. But still! A chance is a chance, and this might get you home sweet ship...and you really need to stop talking to yourself," he trailed off.

He set the machine on a table. It looked like something that was either a glorified cappucino machine or that would blow up the bar.

These were both correct perceptions because cappucino machine parts were used, and, depending on the rushed calculations of a genius and a ship that was far less advanced than what he needed to make those calculations, the bar could possibly explode in the next five minutes.

...Feel free to say hi!

Current Mood: accomplished

prydeful

Out Of Milliways: Kitty takes Val and Luke to the Emergency Room

She still can smell that too-clean smell of hospitals, trying to cover the smells of sickness and death and blood and birth, when she enters.

And Kitty goes to the Bar, and orders one mug of tea, and then goes to a chair.

And looks out the window, and just watches, sipping her drink.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

in-it.livejournal.com

There was a shower-fresh, damp-haired woobie inna bar, sitting at a booth. His legs were stretched out, feet propped up in the adjacent seat, and he had a half-empty cup of coffee on the table in front of him. The copy of Time he was reading was from Spring of 1998; it was anybody's guess where he was finding these seemingly-random publications.

If he seemed in a better mood on this day, there was probably a reason for it.

[OOC: Mun is going home to nap off Teh Eval, also known as allergy medication. His Woobness will be back this afternoon, though, so fear not.]

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Stop me if you've heard this one before... a psychic walks into a bar...

Well, this particular psychic's been away, but felt like returning to Milliways. Needed to unwind a bit, and forget his troubles.

He walks up, and greets the Bar, "Hi Bar. The usual." And it's a cup of coffee with an order of fired paradoxes for one Johnny Smith. He takes his food, and pulls up a chair to sit.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits in the bar, having an early breakfast of muesli, yoghurt, and pieces of fresh mango, and looking almost content.

The magic 'epidemic' is still worrisome, and Gil is still a faun, and Guppy manages to be unhappy about not being able to be unhappy, poor fellow - but this is a phenomenon that can be pinned down, and it will be pinned down, what with all the narrative causality at work in this place, and then his beloved faun will be a faun no longer, but his beloved lover once more.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard's around the bar, making sure things are ship-shape after last night.

He's not in a good mood, really.

Might have something to do with one of the barroom's inhabitants.

Or maybe he just... got up on the wrong side of the bed.

Approach at your own risk.*

[ooc: Mun is working very hard on brochure text this morning. Expect slow tags due to impromptu meetings and sudden pilings-on of work.]

[ooc: Kitty Pryde tells Bernard about Val. There is Much Important Discussion On Many Subjects. Then she phases with him to show him what it's like. Then Raph is snarky, Bernard explains teething to the ex-turtle, Raph suggests hitting her with a stick in order to get her used to pain (WTF), and then the convo descends into crack. Ophelia is sweet and lovely and informative, then they start teasing each other. It's all terribly cute. Eddie and Bernard discuss Academy plans, Val, Crowley, and jigsaw puzzles. Elaine comes over to ask about breaks and shifts, and Bernard's not all that happy that she had to come to him.

La!]

gone_byebye

Ray has remembered that generally, it is a good idea to wear real shoes when one goes about of a morning. Possibly this has to do with the fact that he's just come in from outside instead of from upstairs. Black shirt, cargo pants, boots.

"Good morning, Bar. If I might prevail upon you for something simple in the way of breakfast, please."

Something simple, it would seem, is oatmeal.

"Excellent. Thank-"

And a long flat tray containing a greyish substance that, upon examination, appears to be clay.

"-uh, I don't remember asking for-"

And a slender stick about as long as a goose's primary wing feather, with a wedge-shaped cross section.

"-oh."

Ray sighs, picks up his oatmeal and clay and stick, and heads for a table. Before sitting down to read, he puts up an impromptu sign on the table reading 'Acting Milliways Epidemiologist'; that, he thinks, should do the trick. Then he settles back into his chair. Just Enough to Know Better is set aside in favor of the Sumerian grammar he was given yesterday.

What a morning.

son-of-all.livejournal.com

"Good morning," Atreyu says, once he's wandered in from outside and stepped up to the Bar. He tries to be particularly polite to her in the morning--good policy with people in general, he's found--so he bows his head when he asks, "May I have some tea?" Tea is forthcoming, along with an unexpected...thing. This thing is flat and circular, with a hole in the center, and when he gingerly picks it up and turns it into the light, the refraction across its bottom surface makes him blink.

Some of the words on it are familiar, after a fashion--two names, first of all. "Peter," he murmurs. "Gabriel." He picks up the cup of tea as well, eyeing the Bar for a moment. "Thank you." I think.

Pity, really, that he's never heard of a CD.

[Summary: Asar-Suti the Purple instructs Atreyu on the wonders of technology. Then they talk magic. (Slowtimed!)]

lvpd_sidle

Once again, Sara is foregoing the company of the Bar patrons for the lake. Instead of swimming, however, she is stretched out in the shallows, watching the ripples.

~~[ooc: Mun will be taking Econ test at 1:00pm CST]~~

[Summary: Sara once again makes use of the lake. Barry comes by, for cute schmoop and they finalize plans for a trip to Vegas. No, not that kind of trip. Asar-Suti asks Sara if she's seen PeeJee lately. As she's never met her, she was less than helpful, unfortunately. They mutually geek out on physics-related trivia. Mike also drops by, with a surprising lack of flirting, for their promised conversation.]

bythebrook.livejournal.com

Ophelia peeks out of the staff quarters hallways, then cautiously enters the bar.

She's even thinner than she usually is, even though she no longer needs food, and there are circles under her eyes.

But at least she's out.

balletrat

*Oh, I forbid ye maidens a'
That wear gowd on yer hair
To come or go by Milliways
For crackish folk are there.

Meg Giry has kirted her pink tutu
A little aboon her knee
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree
And she's away to Milliways
As fast as she can hie.

Or in other words, Meg heads into the bar from out back, and sits down on a stool to clean her sword, coffee at her elbow.*

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie is sitting at the Bar, doing a jigsaw puzzle without looking at the box top. It's slow going, with his hands, and fairly frustrating.

That's okay. His patience and his hand-eye coordination could both use work.

He's got most of the border and a lot of the bottom, as well a big blue blotch that he hasn't found the place for yet.

[Eddie:

-meets Ophelia and discusses flowers and Towers and River. They work on the puzzle.
-talks to Susan about puzzles and Burt Reynolds and unicorns.
-talks to Roland about the stabbination of the not-man. Roland is grumpy (SHOCK!) and Eddie soothes him at least partially. Then they discuss what Simon said under hypnosis and what it might mean for their plans against the Academy.
-has a short chat with Liam, catching up on the latest woe; ie Hellfly-Charlie.]

mnt_mike

When he slipped out of Xander's bed this morning, he didn't go back to Rm. 134. No instead he went out by the lake and took a walk. A long walk. One that lasted well into the morning. Late morning, in fact. Late enough that he felt it was cool to approach a specific tent on a particular roof. He doesn't knock, he just waits. Raph'll be up eventually.

[Something is wrong with Mike. Raph thinks Apple will help.]

the_lioness

*It's a grand day for an adventure.

A heavily armed Alanna and an even more heavily armed Faith exit the staff quarters and stop by the bar so that Alanna can leave a quick note for Susan. The two women grin at each other in a way that might make anyone sitting nearby feel just a touch nervous. Mischief is in the air. Whistling, Alanna yanks open the front door and leads Faith into the Dancing Dove.

They have a horse to steal. Er, repossess. If anyone asks any questions, Alanna is blaming this entire incident on Jack's influence.*

( Susan Delgado )

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is in the bar, curled up in a booth sipping on a cup of coffee and nibbling on some toast. She's still painfully thin, and nowhere near healthy, but doesn't look like she's going to keel over dead at any moment.

She also doesn't look like she'd be adverse to company.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Well, look at that. Cuthbert's in the bar earlier than usual again.

This is going to become a habit, if he's not careful.

[ooc: ~~usual drill about mun being at work~~ must request slowtime, as am heading home...if threads don't get finished later today, I'll probably be able to get on again tomorrow]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire comes down to the bar a few minutes too late for her shift-- she doesn't care-- and glances around. Things are fairly straight behind the bar and she shrugs indifferently. Let some one else clean up for a change.

Bored, she turns to the patrons around the bar and asks, "What do you want?"

[[Summary: Claire shocks Barry and Asar-Suti with her foul mouth; embarrasses Jaina with her questions about Jaina's sex life; bonds with Meg and receives a special costume; and is rather rude to Guppy.]]

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is reclining across one of the couches with his harp in his lap. Gloomy music plays as the bard enjoys a lazy day.

Come bother him.

[OOC: Mun doing research. Brief interruptions for school and science.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in, stil in ghost form and leaves a note for Barry on the bar. He then gets paper, a pen and a Su Doku and sits at the bar, testing himself for loss of brain function.

[ooc: mun around until 2pm GMT after which replies may be slow. Online this evening 10pm GMT]

lastgunslinger

Hungry gunslingers need lunch.

Roland ambles in from the lake door, Hanzo sword in hand. (Sheathed.) He goes to the bar and obtains two tuna sandwiches. Neither of them have onion, because that's gross.

sai_delgado

[After this.]

Susan's out by the lake, sitting on the grass under a tree, looking out across the water.

She's very still, oh aye, thoughtful and quiet. Very thoughtful.

[Summary: Susan meets Michelle, with talk of Tony, worlds, the woods, and strange things at Milliways; meets Roger, with talk of music; meets Jack Green, with a lovely discussion of death, life, growth, cycles, and beginnings, before they go to plant a red rose together; and talks with Cuthbert first about Anthydoom for woe and then about the lake and swimming-- and swimming lessons to be, with teasing and cuteness to end the afternoon sweetly.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes down from his room, acquires some wood and paint from the Bar, and goes to colonise a booth. When he's got the materials arranged, he gets to work. He's making a rough target for his shooting practice.

diehard_daniel

Docteur Daniel, Docteur Daniel,
T'endormes-toi! T'endormes-toi!
Tu bois trop du café, tu bois trop du café,
Idiot, idiot.

In other words (i.e., English ones), Daniel inna bar, with coffee.

from-topside.livejournal.com

Gary, Gary, quite contrary
How your irritation grows,
With grunts and growls
And awful scowls,
And plenty of wild oats to sow...

Gary, Gary, this sure is scary
With you unable to go
To see your Gran
Your Mum or Dad,
Being bound really blows...

Gary, Gary, go, be merry,
Give us all a show.
Try to smile
I promise, child,
The way out you'll soon know.

Gary's sitting with some tea, wishing he could go home. He loves New Orleans and all, and seeing Dick is great, but...he'd really like to stop mooching and get back to his own flat.

someonesdog

It's morning in Ankh Morpork, but Angua's just come off her shift. She's tried, but worried about Shelley, and is currently sitting at the Bar picking at a vegetarian fry-up.

Tell her there's no point to a vegetarian fry-up.

shelley_winters

Shelley is sitting at a table, staring into a mug of tea as if it contains the secrets of the universe.

Someone come and point out that it's the window that does that?

Or make the silly girl eat breakfast instead of caffeinated beverages? Whatever's good.

jack_inthegreen

Jack is reading, his feet up, a cup of tea on the table beside him.

(The scientific name for this is caelestis viridis cubitus.

Okay, I'm totally making that up.)

[summary: Jack meets Elaine and they talk about Britain of old. Jack makes it rain cherry blossoms on Gary and then tells him a joke. Jack and Gil talk about control and release and whether the stars need instruments to help them sing.]

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

Hickory dickory dock
MacManus mun looked at the clock
the clock read three
she decided he'd be
in the bar, in his usual spot.*

In other words, Murphy in a booth.

*Yeah, I know it's not a perfect rhyme. Then again, neither was the original.

flybywash

Wash ambles into the bar and draws up short, surprised.

It's a pretty safe bet that he was really not expecting to end up here. For one thing, he's dressed in nothing but a wifebeater and sweat pants. For another, he has a huge silver ball tucked under one arm.

...Okay, well. His plans for a solo game of hoopball in the cargo bay can always wait.

Shrugging, he heads over to the Bar.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Waffle-related disaster]

After a strange morning in the suite, Indy went to look for Raph. Last time Mike had acted like this was when Raph had gone missing. Indy caught up with him on his way back to the roof. However, Raph seemed nothing more than his typically dour self. The surly ex-turtle had inferred that his brother's mood was probably related to Mel somehow, since they hadn't spoken for a while, and he'd warned Indy to just 'leave Mike be'. That was it. End of conversation.

Indy cares deeply about Mike and he has no lack of faith in or lack of respect for Raph. He is determined to get to the root of this, but without ignoring Raph's advice. So he heads purposefully back into the bar from outside.

But, annoyingly enough, there's no sign of Mel. With a grunt of irritation, he takes a stool at the bar and orders a bourbon and a pack of cigarettes. He can wait...

[Summary: Indy breaks Mel over his concern for Mike and her apparent involvement. Nothing comes to light about why Mike is distant though.]

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine picks up her tray from the Bar. She's in a different sort of barmaid outfit today--she's wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a purple t-shirt that says, "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!"

Barmaid on duty!

lvpd_sidle

Coming in from the lake and her talk with Mike, Sara decides the prudent thing to do would be getting out of wet garments.

Before retreating to her room, she leaves a note on the bar for her brother.

( Murphy )

Current Mood: cold

simon_doctor

[OOM: In River's bunk, a few nights ago.]

agirllost

When Kim went to look for clothes today, she found a bikini, flip flops and a towel. She smiled a little, thinking that it was time for her to do some swimming.

So right now she's in the lake and doing laps, trying to take her mind off some of the events of the past week.

gris_bug_man

The itsy bitsy spider
went across the bar.
The entomologist saw it
and imprisoned it in a jar.
Around and around it crawled
vowing horrific revenge.
But the entomologist
triumphed in the end.

An uncommonly cheerful Grissom is in the bar. He is in no way responsible for his mun's butchering of nursery rhymes.

Feel free to ask him why he's humming.

Current Mood: cheerful

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom takes a seat at the bar with a sketchbook and a stick of charcoal.*

[OOC: In which Thom offers to ~~do a little plastic surgery~~ fade Bernard's scars, is shocked and appalled by Alanna's descent into villainy, and does not scream at Adam.]

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Behrooz dreams about the past and future at the same time, with confusing results.]

Behrooz comes down to the bar, and sits with a glass of tea, thinking about the dream. He hasn't been down very much except to eat and then disappear as quietly as possible back up to his room. Now he stays, his mind trying to remember what exactly the dream had been about. He knows parts of it were his own imagination, but several times it seemed like he was remembering something that had already happened, even though he knew it hadn't. His injuries have pretty much vanished by now, though he does appear rather tired and discontent. But, unless your from his universe, he's unlikely to be bitter with you.

[ooc: Elaine checks on Behrooz again. He says he's fine in a not-so-fine way. Elaine shares when she's from, that she's dead, and that she enjoys being the bar.]

Current Mood: tired

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: Last night, Tony and Michelle talk about Jack Bauer and Back to the Future]

Tony is seated at a table, a white t-shirt covering his torso and black shorts covering a portion of his legs. There are flip-flops, one of which is currently subject to a certain nervous tick that occurs when one has placed his foot on its ball. The owner of the foot isn't nervous--just eating tacos.

[ For The Millichannel Summarizer: Tony Almeida and Jaina talk food, civilzations and friends. Elaine swings by to catch up on Tony. ]

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

Parked near the bar is KARR, his windows still blacked out. After a few moments, his scanner flares to life, moving back and forth sluggishly as he yawns. The AI, it seems, has just woken up.

gone_byebye

A notice- only one, on an A4 sized piece of paper- is tacked up on the notice board:

( In the past three days, have you or someone you know started acting unaccountably different? )

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

My heart's in the dark sky, my heart is not here
My heart's in the dark sky, a-flying a sphere
A sphere that's a ship, a clawcraft in fact,
My heart's in the clawcraft I hope is intact.
Farewell to the galaxy, farewell to the war
For now I am stuck here in Milliways Bar.
Bound without ship, away from my mission,
Totally (I might add) against my volition.

In other words, there's a grim-looking man at the Bar with caf.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

With your droid buckled in, watching the ship with care
You’ll find your way to fly far, far away from here.
Adventures with Jedi, the Rogues, and the Twin Suns,
You’d never think the Vong would have the winning guns.

By yourself!
With your friends dead or just gone
You’ll play those roles assigned
Bravery and brawn.

The road will get weary, you’ll be all alone.
Don’t worry, little Jedi, there’s more still unknown
Though the path is never easy, you’ll be just fine
You’ll find friends, old and new; love that’ll brightly shine.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!

And Jaina's journey's led her here. To that booth in the corner, with a cup of blue milk, to be exact.

(summary: Gary stops by to chat with Jaina and winds up introducing her to baby Joshua.)

audieraines.livejournal.com

Audrey Raines is nobody special; she just works for the Secretary of Defense. But she’s not serving anyone, she’s not fixing anyone drinks, she’s just here to have dinner and talk to a few people. So, finding a nice, empty booth, she sits and tries to relax. She could do for some chocolate right about now, though.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita's dream makes her violently ill. Warning for major violence.]

badinlatin

Mal, having many things to do and little time to do it in, walks into Milliways with a small plastic tube.

"Could you give this to Kitty, Bar?" And the tube disappears.

What's in the tube, you ask? Simply a piece of parchment. With Chinese characters.

Feline and Pride. Yay.

nita_callahan

Nita comes downstairs, hair still damp from a shower, looking distinctly pale. She heads for the Bar and gets her usual mug of bottomless tea, and a bowl of soup. The scent of the food makes her recently-emptied stomach twist, though, and she sticks to the tea.

[OOC: Behrooz had a bad night also, and wants to know what Nita knows about him; Nita and Ron do some info-dumping about the Memento plot and Peach.]

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

[OOM: Star's Hollow, a phone conversation]

slayer_fray

Mel's been in an inexplicably depressed mood since yesterday afternoon, and she's not really wanting to talk to anyone - well, maybe one person. But there's not a lot of places to be other than the bar, so there she is, lying on her side on a rafter and using her floating skaterug as a pillow as she watches the activities below her.

Anyone she wants to talk to will know where to find her.

That's not to say she won't talk to anyone else who finds her, of course.

[Raph and Mel Don't Like Each Other. He eventually tells her something's up with Mikey.]

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris silently walks downstairs from her room. She has forgotten to put on any of her usual illusions so she is just wearing a light cotton dress, barefoot. She pauses at the Bar and retrieves a small book Musical Terms and Notation, then curls up in a chair by the fire. Come and chat, she'd like that a lot.

Current Mood: calm

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty inna cell. Existential woe.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace sneaks into the bar. She's been hiding out in London all day.

She should have known better, really.

The two notes that appear on the Bar when she asks for some supper surprise her, and she grins as she reads them.

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael wanders into the bar. He has a newspaper under his arm, a biro between his lips, and grass in his hair. He settles himself into a corner of the bar and starts filling out the crossword, but would more than welcome interruptions*

Current Mood: cheerful

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane has had a rough week.

She remembered how she died. She had a nightmare involving a premonition of her best friend's fiery death, and went back to Neptune with Peter Pevensie to prevent it. That worked, but getting back only worked for Peter. Lilly was left behind, but she got a chance to say goodbye and decide where to go next.

And now, she's walking in the back door and she might be thinking something like this:

Hey dizzle dizzle,
How're my folkenizzle?
Did the monkey jump out of the box?
I would have laughed
To see such sport,
Until Roland put me in the stocks.

[Summary: Lilly's back! So.

Lilly comes in, surprises Peter and Indy and there is hugging and tequila and tormenting of the Peter until Indy leaves and a somewhat tipsy Peter puts a drunken Lilly to bed and NOTHING HAPPENS. They were drunk! It DOESN'T COUNT. Bernard is there with the drink he promised Lilly, and she finds out that tomorrow is his birthday, hmm... Xander shows up, happy to see her and he and Lilly are platonically cute until something he says gives her An Idea and Xander's doom is sealed. Mordred greets her, and he and Lilly continue to get along entirely too well as she figures out he's Arthurian and not Alabamian. Finally, Meg is there and relieved and they talk swords and then there is utter, terrifying Roland Anthy monkey CRACK.]

un_fallen

Raguel is in the bar, staring moodily out at the end of the universe. This moody thing is growing on him. He still hears the nagging whisper of guilt that says he has more important things to do with his time than sitting in a bar, but it's been a long day and he's found himself looking forward to these little indulgences. Every once in a while, it's fine... right?

Right?

[OOC: Mun only around for about an hour, but slowtime is fine after that!]

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry is at the Bar. He's writing up a list and placing it on the counter. A few moments later, a large suitcase, an empty garment bag, and a wallet appear.

He opens the wallet. Sure enough, he's been given money that is most likely useless, unless by some chance there really was a President Chadbourne on Sara's Earth. He smiles at the Bar's odd sense of humor.

He checks out the driver's license. State of Missouri. Barry Allen. Resident of Kansas City. But his old address. Expires in 2007. And a very bad photo. The Bar knows about the DMV, it seems.

He tells the Bar to send the suitcase and the garment bag to his room, and looks for a waitrat to order dinner.

[ooc: mun is online foor 90 min.]

long-neck.livejournal.com

*The front door to the bar is open. Or not there, for the moment. Someone looking through would see the opening of a cave, and coming through it . . . a sauropod. A small one, only about four feet in length. His jaw has dropped and his eyes are wide. He prods the wooden floor with one foot, then turns to the others who are following behind*

It looks like some sort of weird . . . tree-cave.

*When the strange creatures in this tree-cave sink in, he'll be a lot more shocked*

Current Mood: shocked

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie, humming slightly to himself, lets himself behind the Bar and picks out specials from the volumes under the Bar, keeping a scratch list of drinks that sound interesting and possible themes. Finally among the chocolate drinks he finds the key to his whole strategy and grins to himself. It doesn't take long to find the other drinks.

He writes in straggly chalk letters behind the Bar:

Specials:
Liquid Courage
Sweet Heart
Brainstorm

He pauses for a moment, flips through the alphabetical index, and then adds:

Homecoming

below the other three. He tosses a towel over his shoulder and steps forward.

"Good evening, everybody. Happy Hour is open, and I'm at your service."

His 1999-peice jigsaw puzzle of the Dark Tower is still on the Bar, slid over to one side to be out of the way.

[Eddie:

-gets a pterodactyl drunk.
-backstories at Audrey to distract her from WOE still manages to come back, eventually.
-serves Iris with chitchat.
-gets Elaine dinner, with pleasantries about family and work. Elaine is a hard worker!
-gets Ophelia her chocolate alcohol, joins the Bernard is Mean club, and encourages her to make with Aziraphael and Crowley.
-hates Jayne for a while, then suddenly bonding over swears.
-meets Bigby.
-meets and swaps exposition with Chur.
-talks to Tom briefly about killing people.
-random crack-addled talk with Ace, as usual. Nuking France features.
-meets Indy and supplies Lilly's return party.
-talks to Simon about River's stabbinating and gunslingerness. SLOWTIMED.
-talks to Cuthbert about same. SLOWTIMED.]

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

There is a hani sitting at a table, with a cup of water and yet another copy of National Geographic. Today this hani is wearing both her green scarf and her copper bracelet, and for added scariness (if you're small, easily frightened, or both) she occasionally extends a claw to tap on the table.

[Summary: Chur meets Lysistrata. Chur meets Lecter-in-sabretooth-form, and discusses feline senses and revenge.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

As is now her new custom, Claire puts some of her tips on Indy and Sawyer's tabs and then leaves a note for Ace. The tips are about a third the amount they were last week-- what? This week she wants to hang onto her money-- and the note was scribbled hastily on the back of a cocktail napkin.

( For Ms. Ace Hunter )

Satisfied, she takes her tips and heads towards the stairs.

the_lioness

*Grinning, Alanna and Faith return leading two horses and immediately head to the stable. Still stunned, Alanna mutters something about slayer strength and shakes her head.*

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

The Sabretooth Tiger wakes and pads around on silent catfeet.

callmedavid.livejournal.com

David Palmer in the bar. Reading a book and a cool drink nearby.

That's it.

Current Mood: calm

lvpd_sidle

Sara once again makes a micro-dash into the bar. A letter is left for Ace.

( Ace! )

Current Mood: rushed

highking.livejournal.com

Peter.

Tea.

Watching the door.

Yeah, he's still waiting for Lilly.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Aux tables de la bar,
On y mange, on y mange,
Aux tables de la bar,
On y mange tout le jour.
L'Une Choisie, elle fait comme ça,
Vous pouvez la joindre.
Elle ne vous tuerais
Pas, je vous le promets;
Elle est de bonne humeur,
Veuillez-vous la bavarder?

Faith, in a booth, with food, in good spirits. Come chat!

(OOC: And just in case I get accused of making this up - original words to 'Sur Le Pont d'Avignon' can be found here. Ha.)

undignified

--this isn't DownTime.

Wes Janson takes a few steps forward before he realises this, since the familiar background noise is enough to fool him. Then he looks properly, eyes wide, and the door closes behind him. Well...it's a bar of some description...

He has no idea what's happened, but he feels, for some reason, like it should have happened with a little bit more ceremony. A certain sense of...wow. Because although he doesn't know what it is, he feels like it has been in the making for over a month. Certain people ~~like Jaina's mun~~ will understand why.

"Who redecorated DownTime?" he asks eventually, the question directed -- loudly -- at no one in particular. The second part sounds more important: "And why the kriff wasn't I involved?"

Maybe somebody heard him.

[Not that Wes gets confused/tricked easily or anything, but: Jaina manages to convince him she is some sort of Rebel hero worshipper, then there is discussion of Kettch and laughter, and then war, and then Wes finally works out that she's a pilot. Then she says she's from the future. And Wes is confused. There is also a conversation with Jag, in which there is more "wtk timelines?" and confusion and talk of being bound, plus innuendo on the part of the muns (what?) and disbelief at not being able to fly. And then -- oh noes -- it appears Wes is bound. Poor Captain/Major...]

jane_drew

*There is a Jane Drew in the bar, curled up happily in the corner of the couch before the fire, enjoying the book that Bar gave her a week ago. A forgotten glass of lemonade sits on the table beside her.*

i_vanquish_evil

Enter the Monster Hunter and his canine companion, Beowulf. They take up residence at a section of the bar - Van Helsing upon a stool; Beowulf, the floor, acquire sustenance and turn to view the patronage.

There is no poetry, as the mun is on the ancient PC of ancient-ness, ~~which is, henceforth, also a warning that reply-age may be speed-deficient~~.

agirllost

[OOM: Kim thinks about an offer]

Kim's in a booth. She's wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, even though it's sweltering outside. Her hands are wrapped around a mug of coffee.

She looks a little lost but isn't sure if anyone can help her.

artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

Artist inna bar. More specifically, she's at a table, sketchbook in front of her and drink and fried paradoxes off to one side. Occasionally she adds to what she's got on the sketchbook's current page, but this isn't a major muse attack, so she won't mind a distraction.

(Summary: Jane meets Faith, and they discuss tabloid TV, Mystik Spiral, Tim's magic issues a while back, and Gummi Bears as art supplies, among other things. Lysistrata also wanders over, and there is brief ancient-Athens-vs.-modern-Boston comparison.)

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*The family enters from the lake area, just having come from some vigorous outdoor exercise. Bigby gets some fluids for them all from the bar before rejoining Snow and the children at their booth.*

mogget_cat

*Kitty kitty kitty!*

*Needs petting!*

Current Mood: asleep

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

There was a~~n old~~ fox
laid 'top the bar;
And if she has gone,
She's not wandered far.

Ako on Bar. Pet her. Love her. Feed her. Or give her something to do. Y'know, whatever.

balletrat

*Meg returns to the bar after a good long day of practice, her hair stuck to her forehead and twigs caught in her clothes, which she is intently picking out. She's headed in the general direction of a table.*

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is outside by the lake, leaning on a railing and smoking.

In female shape. She feels very comfortable in that shape - without paying it much attention.

[[Summary: Asar-Suti talks to Jack and decides to free Gil from the indignities in the kitchen.]]

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

Inspired by Anthy, Lysistrata is sitting at the bar, sipping a large chocolate milkshake out of a colored twisty straw. She, however, refuses to make an entrance post in poetic form as she knows her mun she is horrible at composing poetry.
She'd love company that doesn't rudely kick her belly constantly.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's doubly hungover when he finally drags himself down to the bar, bleary-eyed and unshaven. The booths are packed, so he heads to one of the long end of the Bar, wanting to stay out of the way. He doesn't want to have to deal with anyone tonight.

He's about to ask for a glass of scotch when a rather different order appears: a large glass of water, a glass of juice, and two aspirin.

He gives Bar a cold stare. "You know that's not what I want."

The order stays as-is.

"Dammit, Bar--" He clamps his jaws together before he can say anything else. He isn't in the mood to deal with whatever punishement she could give him if he pisses her off. Or that is, any more punishment than she already is. It's pretty obvious that he's been cut off.

"Fine," he says coldly, swallowing the aspirin with a gulp of water, and stalking over to the most remote table he can find, glasses in hand.

[Summary: Jack's breaky brings all the girls to the bar, as Audrey, Kim and Nita all either get pissed off at him or worried about him.]

Current Mood: cold

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*So, Tim isn't actually in the bar. In fact, he's been outside. See, he's been "shopping" the same way his wife tends to. Which is without paying for things. But Tim has an edge, wherein he can leave remarkable forgies. So, with any luck, the Justice League will never notice whats been taken. Hopefully. So Tim makes his way into Milliways with a sack over one shoulder. And, an Ode to the Birthday Girl, in honor of the whole rhyming thing.

Pyro, Pyro, Burning Bright,
Like a bonfire in the night,
Could any copper hand or link
Catch you, fetch you, to the clink?*

theravenboy

I have been a sow, I have been a buck,
I have been a sage, I have been a snout,
I have been a horn, I have been a wild sow,
I have been a shout in battle.
I have been a torrent on the slope,
I have been a wave on the extended shore.
I have been the light sprinkling of a deluge,
I have been a cat with a speckled head on three trees.
I have been a circumference, I have been a head.
A goat on an elder-tree. I am Bran Davies,
and I am in the bar.

[Summary: Bran manages to freak out Mordred in an otherwise plotless, angstless brotherly chat.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy sits in the corner, still in ghost form, on his own except for the little flamingo, with his head in his hands.
He wants his memories back.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is sitting at a booth, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. He doesn't look quite... with it. Maybe it's a side affect of the hair (unlikely) or he's stayed up too late again (possible). Either way, he looks totally zonked.

young_tmriddle

Post Milliways
(For I am sneaky and Tom snuck into the Happy Hour during class)

simon_doctor

Simon Tam is in the building. His sister isn't.

After a few minutes' conversation at the bar, he ends up sitting in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the fireplace, moodily watching the flames.

mother_lost

[Very, very OOM: January 5, 1961 -- Guinevere is brought forward in Time by Merlion, to Cadfan's Way and the land of the Brenin Llwyd.

Plot that came together near-spontaneously, and was actually finished in a single night. Wow. *goes off to collapse*]

orphanedcalling.livejournal.com

A bar?
I am perhaps underage for this sort of thing..but I'm mature enough to know how to stay away from these things.
Father wouldn't be pleased.
And neither would I. The though of alcohol doesn't please me.

That's not what I'm here for. I don't really know what that purpose is, as yet, but I'm sure I'll find out what that is, soon.

I glance around for any signs of anyone I know, and find none.

Oh well. I suppose I can acquaintance myself with someone.

the_lioness

*Alanna sits at the bar, drinking coffee and keeping an eye on things. She only looks the tiniest bit guilty.*

[OOC: Mainly for Kitty, but feel free to tag. I've just gotten myself slightly overthreaded and will be slow. Whee.]

gone_byebye

Ray slips into the bar from out back, checks the notice he tacked up about weird behavior, nods once, and goes to get himself some dinner. Looks like meatloaf. That's fine. Meatloaf is good.

Maybe he can get a little peace and eat before the Bar throws more Sumerian crap at him.

gramarye1971

*Mortarboard in hand, Merriman enters and heads for the bar. He places a neat stack of six gold sovereigns on it, adjusting his tab accordingly.*

Green tea, with lemon...and something to read, if you please. I have no particular preference as to subject or author.

*The bar provides the requested cup -- and also provides a slim paperback book, and, oddly enough, a plate. Arranged neatly on the plate are a slice of white bread, a slice of brown bread, and a slice of some sort of fruit-cake.*

*Merriman blinks, and stares at the plate...until he glances over at the book and reads its title: The Lion and the Unicorn: Socialism and the English Genius, by George Orwell.*

*That prompts a faint, somewhat tired smile.* An edifying choice. My thanks.

*And with that, he collects cup, book, and plate, and heads for a nearby table.*

[Summary: Merriman meets Lady Ako...with the expected results. ^_^]

maxwellsdemon02

Duo is sitting in a chair near the fireplace, once again with several books on a nearby table. This time however, they are not esoteric texts on magic or science. Nor are they pre-colony classics.

His hands are tangled in a cat's cradle, and he is staring at a book of patterns with intense concentration. Another of the books is titled 'Go Fly a Kite'. There is also a bag of jacks sitting nearby.