milliways_bar | Jun. 11th, 2005

Jun. 11th, 2005

erstaunlich.livejournal.com

Kurt Wagner, aka Nightcrawler, really, really needed to learn to pay better attention to where he was going.

Teleporting out? It's all good. Simple bamf, pointed location ...

... and, well. Coming back in a puff of pink smoke, Kurt discovers that he is not at all where he intended to be.

"Wo im Namen des Gottes bin ich?*"

* Where in God's name am I? (paraphrased)

amightypirate.livejournal.com

There's a flash of light, and a small child dressed as a pirate falls out of mid-air onto the floor. He lies there with his eyes closed a little while.

"I knew I shouldn't have gone on that rollercoaster. It didn't look safe."

And as if by magic, his body ludicrously expands to adult size, and he sprouts a midly humourous goatee. He opens his eyes and clambers to his feet.

He peers around, looking very, very lost. And sort of hopeful.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

When Cuthbert walks into the bar from the staff hallway, he's carrying a brightly colored Kooshball, idly tossing it from one hand to the other.

There's the usual stop at the bar for coffee before he heads toward the couch by the fire.

[Summary: Cuthbert discusses Bernard's birtday with Lilly, then inadvertantly reveals that Alain's is coming up, and ends up agreeing to cut her in on whatever plans get made for it GEN PLEASE TO NOT BE KILLING ME WHEN YOU SEE THIS I TRIED TO STOP HIM REALLY. He also meets Chur, for great OMGWTF lionperson, and gets accosted by Sam-I-Am, who fails to convince him to try green eggs and ham.]

--guardian.livejournal.com

Milliways Bar? Never heard of this place before...

Tidus walks into the bar, restless and anxious. Shivering with anticipation, he crawls over to a corner warmly lit by the fireplace and looks around curiously. With a mouth (and reputation) like Tidus', it's a wonder why he decides to remain silent at a place this...

Somebody.. Anybody.. Amuse me.

lastgunslinger

Seems somebody finally got around to reading the manual to his DVD player.

And Roland is curious as to what CDs are. He knows what a Walkman is, and it's likely that CDs work on the same principle.

So now, after some conferring with the bar, Roland has a small stack of CDs next to him.

He's reading the liner notes of My Father's Face, eyes narrowed.

[Summary: First, there is Sam I Am, who gets Roland to try the green eggs and ham because Roland has read the book and knows that this is how you get Sam to go away. Then there is Venus, who kind of freaks Roland out with odd personal questions; Roland automatically assumes that she knows Anthy. Lilly and Roland discuss music, family members who come into the bar and how that's a mixed blessing, and swordfighting -- this ends with a promise of sparring, and omg this might actually end well. Next up is Aziraphael, who teaches Roland about be-bop. Then they talk about Eddie and why his not being a gunslinger any more is really inconvenient...which leads to Roland telling Aziraphael about the Academy and the angel telling Roland that he won't use a gun, but he does have a really nice sword that he'll smite evil Academy types with, if Roland wants, for great yay and omfg. Last of all is Cuthbert: they engage in reminiscing about Cort and old songs of Gilead, and this ends in Roland and Cuthbert going upstairs to listen to old Dylan songs and stuff that will be summarized later and elsewhere. Ah, breaky nostalgia.]

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's in a booth, whiskey in hand, eyeing all the new folks.

shipscook.livejournal.com

In the general chaos of the bar tonight, it'd probably be easy to overlook something strange. Like the soft blue light coming from just above one of the couches placed off to the side. Or the soft humming "nyyoooowww" sound that comes with it, growing not quite loud enough to be heard over the bar noise.

A moment after that light fades, there's a young man sleeping atop the couch instead. He fell asleep in uniform again. Now he's just dozing. Comfortably, peacefully even. Except he's not sleeping where he thinks he is.

Anyone wanna prod him and let him know?

http://users.livejournal.com/leap_of_faith_/

Maureen in the bar! (Okay, technically she never left. Details, details.) She's currently drinking a beer... alone. This is not good.

in-it.livejournal.com

[OOM: Raph hides from his family in Andrew's room, and consequently discovers that Andrew is back on his meds. Bonding, moderate friend!schmoop.]

fiendsoncue.livejournal.com

[OOM: Several hours after Andrew is spirited (aha) away, there is this.]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

[ooc: OOM: Amadeo fixes Bianca. Isn't that nice of him?]

Current Mood: tired

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Watch April smack Raph. Watch Raph take it. Good stuff, mega-schmoop.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jag wishes Jaina a happy birthday.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael enters the bar, a very intent look on his face. As soon as he sees Tonks he hurries over*

Current Mood: anxious

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael leads Tonks out back, through the staff quarters instead of the back door, stopping on the porch and gesturing for her to sit down*

If you would, my dear?

Current Mood: worried

steadfastknight

[Thread: In which Kitt discovers that a newcomer to Milliways looks almost exactly like him, but female. Introductions ensue and Kitt manages to completely forget to give the Welcome to Milliways speech in favour of discussing Romans, his height, the traditions of kings, and the nature of his reality.]

Kitt moved from his place at his booth now that the bar was less crowded. With his notebook in hand, he took himself to the piano and sat. True, he'd moved around a bit. He'd been ... accosted by a girl with too much leg and not enough skirt, and had spoken with a German man about Catholicism. But more than that, he'd written. And... it was time to try to finish what he'd started.

For a time, he just sat there, looking at the words he'd written down, and then, he began to idly play arpeggios until a melody started to emerge that he was nearly proud of.

Nearly. There was still work to be done.

But he closed his eyes and he played, humming quietly as he tried to put words to melody.

amightypirate.livejournal.com

Guybrush wonders over to the bar after his nice, long chat with Bernard.

He peers about. Every now and then he glances at the windows and, if you'll excuse the pun, spaces out.

He'd probably welcome a distraction.

aj_crawley

*Crowley. Looking... quite a lot better than in recent weeks. Not really less tired, no, but a mug of tea and some good news can make all the difference, sometimes. So, sitting by the fire, mug somewhere near at hand, and in real danger of dropping off from the heat of the flames. Have at*

shipscook.livejournal.com

(Coming off of this from last night...)

Waking up is usually one of the calmest parts of Akito Tenkawa's day. For a while he's out of the heat of the kitchens (or the heat of a firefight) and he's free to lay back and rest for a while. No one yells at him. It's soothing. He's free to slide out of bed at his own leisure.

*thwack*
"Awww, OW! Damn it! Who put that there? W... this isn't my room."

His bunk on the Nadesico, however, doesn't have a table right next to it. The couch he was sleeping on -does-. He's very confused. And his knee hurts.

go-between.livejournal.com

There's a note on the bar.

Dear Patrons~

It looks like our Garion is running a bit late this morning. Please help yourselves to the carts or ask Bar for anything you can't find.

Thanks!

~The Morning Staff

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

Lady Death floats into the bar, sword hanging at her hip and trailed by two large Hellhounds. She pauses at the counter and orders breakfast and a glass of mead.

slayer_fray

OK. It's been a busy few days.

A very good few days.

But there are some things that, even if you don't want them to, must eventually slow down a little.

So it comes to pass that Mel is in the bar, a crazy grin on her face, sitting at a table with her boots up on it and a chocolate milkshake.

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Alex is downstairs, curled up in a booth and drinking tea.

el-vago.livejournal.com

El Vago emerges from his room again after a long rest.
He looks around him and verifies he is indeed in that same bar he wandered into last night.
We walks to the bar, meanwhile noticing that the table he claimed last night is free.

"Bar, give me something to break my fast please."

A dish appears with unfamiliar foods, and a cup with a dark steaming aromatic drink.
He shrugs and carries the trey back to his table, and begins eating.

He takes a sip of the drink before him, it's bitter! a look of disgust crosses his face, he sputters and nearly spits it out, thinks better of it, and swallows forcedly.

He stares at the cup threateningly, then sets it down violently, some splashes over the rim.
He then looks around to make sure no one noticed the ridiculous scene.

I need to stop fearing sabotage at every turn, he thinks to himself. These people do not know me, or what I do.

He sits back in his seat and tries to look calm and friendly. (but one would notice he put aside the drink and hasn't touched it again.)
Slowly he eats his breakfast.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth, eating a ham sandwich, now solid again. His injured foot rests on the seat. He is hiding from one or two people, but would like company, particularly Sooty's if he's around.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

After avoiding pretty much everyone and everything yesterday, Tahiri is now sitting in a well-lit booth with a strawberry milkshake and a breakfast pastry.

She is no longer wearing those weird coarse socks, or doodling in alien languages.
Bare feet are happy feet!
In fact, she is smiling brightly and looking for all the world like she wants someone to talk to. Whatever funk she was in over the past couple of days has passed.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Master Windu is at the bar. He comes downstairs, wearing new, clean jedi robes.

His right hand is still missing, by the way... but he seems much better than yesterday.

First, he moves to the bar. Being killed by Palpatine and Anakin made him ravenously hungry...

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina might have slept in. Okay, maybe there's no might about it. But now she's down in the bar, looking for something to eat. She walks over to the bar and orders a cup of hot chocolate and eggs (of what type, the mun does not know).

Taking her food, she walks over to a booth and sits.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[Millitimed to Thursday, June 9 - OOM: After talking to Kim, Chase goes to check up on Jack.]

lvpd_sidle

It has been unusually warm lately. Sara is stretched out on her stomach, sunning herself on a blanket near the water's edge.

She looks calm, relaxed and happy.

Probably because she feels calm, relaxed and happy.

Current Mood: calm

gone_byebye

Ray comes down the stairs in one of his simpler outfits- a black T-shirt with an explosion and words on it and a black pair of what're probably karate pants. He approaches the Bar, and finds that his lunch order seems to come with a note. Huh. Well, okay, fair enough. Might as well go explain...

kudou-youji.livejournal.com

A giant flower arrangment enters the bar.

It does not do so of it's own volition, although it may appear so to the untrained eye. Because walking carefully behind the flowers is Youji. He can't really see where he's going, but he knows his way around the Koneko well enough by now, and so moves forward easily. And lets out a surprised curse when he slams his knee into a table that has no right to be there. He does not drop the flowers, luckily, as Omi would kill him for that. He does, however, lower them slowly to look around.

"Well.. this is unexpected"

mnt_mike

Mike had no idea that Scotland could get this warm. It's almost like being in Central Park in the summer, only with more trees and demon bunnies. Though Mike is willing to bet the rats in the park could easily take the bunnies here.

To be honest, not all the sweat is from the heat. A good portion is due good old fashioned exertion. He looks down to Mel as she moves beneath him looking for a decent hand hold. Wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist, he calls to her.

"How you holding up? Want to keep going? I mean, we can stop if you want to."

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is curled up in his usual chair by the fireplace.

He has fed the trilobites, and is watching them, peering at the primordial creatures over the top of a fat leather-bound book, an original Ihlini grimoire.

The water is especially alive today. It seems to wiggle.

Asar-Suti, noticing this after quite a while (his days of being attuned to people and living creatures are past), takes a closer look, and sees dozens of tiny, tiny mini trilobites.

He staaaares, but not long; he knows how life perpetuates itself although, now again, he finds it slightly Not His Business.

Well, they can build a bigger tank. Or they can, eventually, hold a very, very sekrit feast with both Gils, Ray, Esk, Jack, Doctor Lecter and himself to find out what poor Mr Fortey who wrote ~~their canon~~ the book on them will never, ever know although he went on about it for pages on end: what trilobite might taste like...

[[OOC: mun is intermittent due to flitting about in RL, as this is the only day in ages not spent mainly at work...]]

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna goes riding, is honest with herself about Val and remembers something from her childhood.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Enter in the Valkyrie. Svava finally has that map of Asgard done; its folded up neatly for her to give it to Elaine as soon as she meets up with the lillymaid.

Now, however, with a calico cat following at her heels, she'll get a late meal.

redeemed-one.livejournal.com

Anakin walks in, wearing his 'Big Dog' t-shirt and jeans. His lightsabre is clipped to one of his belt loops. He's still worried about Val, but is feeling all right over all.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes downstairs and gets some tea and toast for breakfast. He eats quietly and then takes his teacup, dusts off his hands and sits at the piano.

He runs his fingers over the keys, smiling like Hello, old friend. He taps the keys with his fingertips like a soundless song, and then closes his eyes and smiles as he begins to play.

He hums but does not sing as he plays the minor arpeggios, the yearning melody. . . . letting you go to my head like a bullet to the brain, like a bullet to the brain . .

There is a world no one knows until he shares it with them. He's there now.

the-damsel.livejournal.com

April had to go home. She was hesitant to do it, but it had to be done. She loved Mikey, but she could not continue looking the way she was. Thankfully, the front door had opened for her without any trouble.

When she stepped back through again that afternoon, she chortled a triumphant, "HA!" and gave the door a somewhat superior look that suggested she had bested it. She felt confident now in her ability to come and go, and she would be damned if she would be kept away. So there.

Her ensemble was much better than before, having traded in Mike's t-shirt and shorts for a pair of low-riding jeans and a white tank top. Her hair was a vast improvement as well, having been properly styled after a shower and no longer the Giant Poof o' Doom.

April approached the bar and took a seat, dropping Mike's now washed and neatly-folded clothes atop it. She asked politely for an iced tea and then gazed around for a familiar face in the crowd.

[Summary: 1. April meets Sara and they discuss turtles and tourists.
2. April meets Faith, who informs her that Mike and Raph have girlfriends. Oh, and that Raph is a good kisser. April needs a drink. Make that a double.
3. April meets Tim, and makes him blush. In return, he gets her drunk. Raph is not pleased.]

lastgunslinger

Roland is standing at the bar, writing something.

"To Eddie Dean and Simon Tam, if you please."

( Eddie )

( Simon )

Roland watches the notes disappear and goes back upstairs.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

(OOC: OOM. In the cells, Faith and Roger talk, and Faith is convinced that he was...acting under the influence, shall we say.)

Faith comes into the bar from the cells, looking around for Tim or Bigby. Alas, she is to be disappointed, and she sighs, going to Bar and acquring a cup of coffee before sitting at a table with her Security badge in plain sight.

Pester at will.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: It hits her.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

((OoM Vago's mun is back now that the cable outage is over. Bloody internet company))

He remains seated at his table even now after his drink is empty. He seems much more relaxed than he has in a couple days.

He pulls out the letter he places in his doublet the evening before, unfolds it, rereads it and nods contentedly. He places the letter back into his doublet, right infront of his heart, and places his hand fondly over it.

He then pulls a book out of the messenger bag laying on the seat beside him, and begins to browse through it.

One can make out the title, Swordsman Schools of Theah.

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

Chase is swimming laps around the lake. He's been doing this for a couple hours, which is a sign that he's really pissed off about something.

Come distract him, if you don't mind being vented at.

[Summary: Chase reconciles with Kim. They angst a little bit about Jack and Castle, schmoop a little, and take a nap together.]

Current Mood: pissed off

wonthewindfall

[OOM: Turtle belatedly remembers her school dance.]

The front door flies open and Turtle, resplendent in a bad formal dress circa 1980, skids to a halt just inside the bar. She's breathing heavily, her hair not at all doing what it should.

And she's wearing velcro sneakers.

Annoyed, she glares around the room, searching for someone. "WALLY?"

undignified

"I'm a little Ewok, short and stout..."

It's Wes. Singing to himself. Only quietly, like. But still singing to himself.

"...got my spear and ready to scout..."

He doesn't know he's a bit late for the nursery rhyme thing, but since when has being late ever bothered him anyway?

"...run through the forest, climb all the trees..."

He's wandering over to the Bar, figuring it's about time for a meal in some timezone.

"...making lots of friends with ease."

And he sits on a stool, glances at the tab (making a mental note to forge a Rogue Squadron budget form at some point), and asks Bar for "something to eat, preferably dead."

What looks like a nerfburger and some sort of fried accompaniment appears. Wes pokes the burger, wonders if it was ever actually alive in the first place, then shrugs and starts eating.

Feel free to annoy him. He deserves it, after all.

((ooc: 105 comments? dude. OK: Wes meets Tahiri, she totally doesn't suggest he's old, there's talk of how weird Milliways is, yet fun at the same time, and then she wanders off for a swim. There is a reunion-of-sorts with Wedge, who is still a nasty commanding officer (but not really <3) and who gives Wes *gasp* a MISSION, talk of being bound, nothing to fly, and then plotting to con the NR out of enough money for a simulator for the bar. Lastly, the longest conversation in the world with Jaina, with talk of what is fun, NJO spoilers for Wes (complete with Yellow Aces in-jokes), interesting-things-going-on-in-Milliways, then ANOTHER MISSION for Wes, a strangely-reminiscent (for the muns) challenge, and then Wes totally does not give away his plotting-with-Wedge, before Jaina leaves.))

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Fox tails spread out across a table.

Not attached to a Fox, however. Rather, they're attached to a girl.

Who is sleeping, on the table, because she feels like it.

Mmm, chaos.

slayer_fray

After her morning check-up of Bound status, Mel leaves with the Bar the following note:

( To whoever donated to my tab )

Then she grabs a chocolate milkshake and a big plate of nachos, takes a seat at a table near the Bar with a good view of the rest of the bar, and kicks back with her feet up, waiting for something interesting to happen.

Summary: Mel meets Akito and fills him in on the Milliways intro stuff. Mace Windu also gets the intro, before conversation turns to comparative worlds and Slayers vs Jedi. Ray thanks Mel for killing the Hellfly.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in the bar, but not for long. She's waiting for Claire, who's promised a picnic with her and Seth. Sounds like a nice, relaxing way to spend the evening. Poor Ace.

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane, bar, coffee. Smiling.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is perched on a stool, feet hooked under one of the rungs -- her legs are too short to reach the ground -- and bent over a small pad of paper, with a look of fierce concentration.

She is hard at work.

indie-geek.livejournal.com

Seth was sitting in a corner booth, curled up with his legs beneath him, picking at a plate of food that was starting to get cold. He'd a long, sleepless, night, and it showed in his dark eyes and untamed hair. Slumping over against the wall, he put down his fork and closed his eyes. Maybe if he could catch a nap, he'd start to feel a bit better.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Bitches Ain't Shit- Ben Folds

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom finds Gavroche in London Below

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

millichannel marker.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a tall, slim girl slips through. New, never seening anything like the bar - nothing like that in her Dark Ages' castle of Tintagel.

But Morgan doesn't look at the bar, or the people. She looks at the window, filled with the universe exploding and dying.

She takes a step, then another, and another, until she's pressed against the window staring out.

Current Mood: curious

gris_bug_man

[OOM: Grissom dreams about things he already knows.]

He is sitting at the bar, watching the other patrons with a content expression. A bowl of grasshoppers sits next to him.

Grissom would love having a crossword made about Milliways. But barring that, feel free to pester. He'll share his grasshoppers.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Hannibal comes out of the kitchen to put up the menu choices.

( Appetizers )

( Entrees )

( Desserts )

He smiles at the menu a moment.

Summary: Hannibal and Iris go 'stargazing,' and are interrupted (a little) by Clarice. It doesn't spoil their mood, and they fall asleeep in each other's arms.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago turns on his heel, and walks to the bar for a drink.

When he reaches the bar he places both hands on it infront of himeself, and takes a deep breath, to regain the composure he nearly lost.

He then orders his drink and takes a seat at a table in a corner.

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM: April's journal]

garcon-dor.livejournal.com

[OOM, earlier in the day: Galahad finally tracks down Susan Delgado. Featuring accidental breakage, canon mixups galore and horseybonding.]

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

Clarice comes out of the staff wing after work, freshly showered, and walks to the Bar. She's really hungry.

"Fried chicken, Bar? And a salad. Thanks."

The food appears, and Clarice takes her food to a table and starts to eat, occasionally glancing around to see who's in the bar.

[Summary: Tony apologizes for the other night and talks with Clarice about Bad Guys; Yrael lets her in on some plans for the Ragnarok and wants to know if she knows anybody who can't see the door-- watch out, Chilton; April meets her, fangirls slightly, and discovers that they know a few of the same ... er, turtles; Svava and Clarice talk about the (Evil) Queen, not known to be evil by either party (slowtimed); Lecter insults Clarice a little and asks for a copy of "Hannibal," walking away from the conversation with at least a book, if not the book.]

angus_macgyver

There's a man with long, sandy blond, shaggy-ish hair sitting at a table, occupied by various pieces of something that might, once reassembled, resemble a toaster. Or, a remote controlled car...

You should come find out.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is playing the piano. A somber melody plays. The bard quickly brushes his dark hair out from in front of his handsome face as he plays. His fingers dance on the keyboard, though a touch more stiffly than they used to.

Come visit him, or just listen to his music.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer sits out by the lake, barefoot and smoking. He's reading his letter again. He'd read it compulsively -- pretty much once a day, sometimes more -- when he was stranded on the island, but in the past couple of months he hasn't read it more than once or twice.

He's just in a brooding mood today, though.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris walks downstairs and sits by the fire, glancing around every so often. She idly pulls out her book on musical notation and begins to read again. After a brief conversation with Yrael and a song on the piano she disappears upstairs to her room.

http://users.livejournal.com/_venus_de_milo/

Venus is sitting at the bar becoming one with her coffee. She really should be shocked that she is trapped at a bar at the end of the universe. She should. Though, growing up blowing up monsters, taking a nose dive though a Time Gate and making small talk with her future self (that looked really good for a thousand years old, if she thought so herself), flying through space without the need to breathe, and swimming around in the Cauldron at the Center of the Universe makes a girl's skepticism fly at the window. Plus, dying a couple times. Everything looks good after death. She just feels content with the fact she has good coffee. At least the universe is that nice to her. A bed would have been even better instead of a booth, but horse thieves can't be choosers.

This is Pluto's fault. She is sure of it. She probably forgot to take her kettle off the burner, left the Time Gate on, and now Venus is stuck. When I figure out When she is, I'll kill her. "I'll get you Pluto! And your little Time Staff too!" She shakes a fist at the ceiling. Inner monologues are for sane people.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

There might be a Tony sitting somewhere in the bar, reading a few newspapers. If you guessed that there probably is a Tony somewhere, you could quite possibly be right. But his mun will neither confirm nor deny that.

balletrat

[OOC: There is a note with the bar for Security.]

heartlessgiggle.livejournal.com

Marrow sits at the bar with a box of crayons and a coloring book. Yes, that is right, a coloring book. Apparently this is one of those things children from her home did, she thought she would give it a try since she does like to draw... She hasn't decided if she likes this coloring book thing yet, maybe its because she isn't a child or maybe its just because its to constraining, having to color in someone else's art work. She shrugs as she changes crayons, setting down a green one and picking up a red. A half colored picture of a girl with a cat is on the off white page in-front of her.

Come talk or color with her? I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing.

in-it.livejournal.com

It was a very wary Woobie who entered the bar that night. He paused just at the bottom of the stairs, surveying the crowd.

No dinosaurs. Good.

Andrew wandered over the the bar and took a seat, giving the bar top a gentle pat. It took a little deliberation, but at length he settled on some banana pudding (with Nilla wafers) and yes, chocolate milk. He was not concerned with being impressive that night. 'Nana pudding is good stuff.

He was a little out of it, but the Woobie was still in there, under the lethargy. Feel free to say hi.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

On the far side of the lake is a bonfire burning bright. There are several people already gathered round roasting marshmallows and hotdogs as they wait for the party to begin. Near the fire are several tables filled with all sorts of liquor and rows of mushroom cloud-shaped cupcakes with ~~napalm~~flame-colored icing and poprocks on top. Other less-explosive snacks are there as well, such as cinnamon toast, pretzels, hot cocoa, and even a fruit plate because Bar insisted.

Perhaps the most stunning sight, though, is the non-stop fireworks display Claire and Snow ordered from the bar. The lake shimmers with the ever-shifting colors and the air is filled with Ace's favorite sound-- Boom!

Come surprise Ace for her birthday or simply lay back on a blanket and watch the pretty flammable objects with a loved one.

You know you want to.

young_tmriddle

*Tom is in, and he is looking pleased. It's been one hell of a week, but things have been set right for a little while, at least.

He gets a scotch and sits at the bar, hoping he might speak with those he needs to speak with, and hopefully with others as well.*

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago enters the bar again, picks a table in the most remote corner and pulls out his book.

He sits there quietly, watching and listening.

un_fallen

Raguel is actually whistling as he comes in, a mostly-on-key version of some rock tune he heard from a battered stereo on a street corner today. He closes the bar door on brilliantly golden late-afternoon sunshine, and grins the grin of a man who has finished a long project and is glad of the outcome. Still a little dazzled by the LA sun, he heads in the general direction of the bar, knocking into a chair or two as he goes.

like-morphine.livejournal.com

The door opens, revealing cold stone walls. Flames flicker in sconces along the wall, and a soft wet breeze blows through cracks in the stone. It is not a comfortable place, but it is home.

And right now, it is the last place Fleur wishes to be.

When her bedroom door reveals the warm glow of firelight, and the familiar sights of Milliways, she enters with a grin.

She glances around hopefully, but her brother does not appear to be here at the moment. She shrugs, and moves towards the bar, ordering warm spiced wine. She sips it and looks around, glad for the distraction.

redsnout.livejournal.com

The door that leads to the lake is nosed open, and in steps Raptor Red, glancing around warily for a moment. There's a bit of blood on her muzzle, and between her jaws in a bunny. It seems she hasn't only been dining on the handouts humans have been giving her. She gulps the rabbit down, raising her head higher to get a better view of the bar. Hm. Lots of fuzzy tickbirds around tonight...

00negative.livejournal.com

Mikey's mom told him to use the back door from now on. Data, however, thinks that since he saved the Goondocks (with a little help from his friends) he gets the right to enter the Walsh home any way he likes.

Prepare for the Wings of Flight.

--

The door opens to the sound of the James Bond theme, and a little boy comes crashing through. He's wearing a long gray trenchcoat with tons of patches that's really too big for him, and he's got a big yellow backpack and a very eighties tape player. As he stands up, it becomes fairly obvious that his sweater is stuffed with ... well, stuffed with something. He brushes himself off, checking for injuries.

"Data's okay. Data's fine."

Then he notices where he is.

And says something in a language that certainly isn't English.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Another dream. In the first future, Behrooz has another talk with his very much dead mother.]

Behrooz enters the bar, not feeling particularly hungry, so he just takes some bread and tea, and doesn't really touch either once he sits down. He's starting to think he understands what these dreams are about, even though the idea doesn't really seem to make sense. He's also still feeling nervous following this conversation, so all in all... he's probably as jumpy and nervous as he ever is. Ah well.

Feel free to distract. He probably needs it.

[For summarizer: Behrooz tells Tony about his dreams, but closes up again at Tony's reaction. Chase comes over to check on Behrooz, but Behrooz isn't exactly talkative.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago hears the explosions from beside the lake and decides to investigate. He decides not to get too close, and hangs back on the near side of the water. He sits again, on the rock and watches the sky in awe.

He didn't realize explosives came in colors other than "fire"

He has a little bit of a goofy expression on his face, a mix of confusion and childlike glee.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris is in the bar. Actually, we'll say she's been in the bar for a while now.

She's sitting at the corner of the bar, trying to hide and still be able to watch everyone at the same time. She's eating dinner or trying to. She hasn't actually eaten much of it. Instead she has both the fork and knife in a death grip in each hand.

She's a little on edge. The dead ex-boyfriend and the dinosaur she "met" last night may have something to do with this.

Anyway, you can come talk to her but sneak up on her and you may get a fork in the eye.

[OOC: Chris complains about the raptor to Chase and they talk about the Bar, Chris complains about the raptor to Asmodean and he plays her some music and Chris complains about the raptor to Jack and they start discussing that fateful day in April.]

Current Mood: anxious

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

A tall, slender figure in a shimmery black dress slowly makes her way down the stairs from her room to the bar. She glances around briefly and her dark red eyes glitter when she sees who she is looking for, putting up the dinner menu. She wanders over.

sai_delgado

Susan Delgado's in the bar once more, on the couch by the fireplace again, and with hot chocolate nearby as usual.

Her golden hair is loose and unbraided and mayhap a little windblown-- which might explain why she's currently trying to untangle it, say true.

[Summary: Rent!Angel testifies to Susan and Cuthbert about Roger's good character, really; Tom Riddle comes to apologize for way-back inadvertent breakage and then demonstrates to Susan that a broom really does fly-- eventually convincing her to try it herself.]

maladjust.livejournal.com

Tucker heads downstairs, carrying something small and wrapped in brown paper. He leaves it at the bar for Andrew.

He doesn't want to be there when his brother leaves, but he'll be in the bar for at least a few minutes.

[ooc: locked to plot, please.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is sitting at his usual table, with the big sign out again. "ARE YOU NEW HERE? STUMBLE THROUGH A DOOR YOU THOUGHT LED ELSEWHERE? CONFUSED AND UNSURE? LET ME HELP, I'M PART OF THE SECURITY STAFF HERE." And then he leans back and contemplates existance, as shown by the big window.

And then he gets a note from the bar, and looks around for Miss Giry, extending his senses to try and find her.*

menninia-vedra.livejournal.com

Saavedra comes down from her room (which is either 400, or 400b depending) and finds a seat. She has the paper with her original sketch of Yrael on it, and is attempting to make it better.

She is painfully aware of the fact that she has taken on a task beyond her current skills, and determined to rise to the occasion.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's hiding at a table in the back, reading over old reports she still has datapad. Chewing on her lip, she supresses a small frustrated sigh. The words scroll slowly on the datapad screen, and every now or then she makes a notation or mutters something to herself. Face it. There's only so much of being grounded a pilot can take before it starts to eat at her. A distraction probably would be welcomed.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters from the House of Arch with the twins, a couple packages, and a covered tray. She quickly makes her way to the lake door. She returns to the main bar several minutes later and gets a light dinner for herself and the twins before heading for the usual booth*

gone_byebye

Out in back of the bar, away from the dinosaur hunting grounds (he hopes), Ray is busy getting in a little quality time with Ecto. He's tried the meditation thing. Really, he has. But let's be honest: it's not something you can just jump into. Baby steps are more like it. You gotta start with what you know calms you down and gets your peaceable groove on, and in his case, that means pure mechanical tinkering as opposed to his usual electronica. He doesn't have to think to drain the oil or change the air filter or any of that stuff. He just does it.

It really is a lovely car, even if it's a hojillion years old by this point.

At any rate, he's up to his elbows in the car's engine, or he's under it, or something. That is, when he's not periodically trekking back into the bar proper to buy a container of this fluid or that from the Bar itself. Perhaps in honor of events of earlier today, or perhaps just because it's black, old, and hides the stains well, he's got one of his company T-shirts on- big Ghostbusters logo on the front, address and phone number for the Firehouse on the back. He probably wouldn't mind talking to people either, assuming he's not, you know, surprised while he's got his head under Ecto's underbelly. That might hurt.

[Summary: Ray's tinkering attracts Jaina's attention, and they discuss cars and X-wings and flying and fighting and things, though this thread is currently slowtimed. Also, Karr and Bonnie turn up and the process of upgrading and converting Ecto-1 begins.]

the_antiangst

Angel's camped out on one of the couches by the fireplace. There's some tea on the floor right next to the couch that's going cold, as most of his attention is on whatever it is he's writing in his notebook.
Between his conversation with Kitty last night and the one with Faith this afternoon... he's got a lot to think about. It's safe to say he's been at it for a while, since he brought his oversized sweatshirt downstairs with him and is using it as a pillow or sorts.
He could probably use an interruption.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny wanders downstairs wearing a shirt that she found in her closet. It made her giggle, so she decided to give everyone else a laugh. She grabs a coke from the Bar. Then she goes to sit at a table where she can see everything.*

amightypirate.livejournal.com

If you're in the bar, you might just hear what sounds like a muffled scream of anguish. Might.

Soon after this, Guybrush comes wandering, quite cheerily, into the bar.

Best not to ask how he slept. This is not, however, to say that he wouldn't enjoy a chat-ette.

flybywash

Wash is in his booth, poking at a bowl of stir-fry with some chopsticks. The New York Times is spread out in front of him.

He's examining a short article titled "In Russia, a Young Man's Dream Is Dodging the Draft" with open, intent interest.

[Summary: Wash takes Faith back onto Serenity for an OOM tour, discusses the arrival of the dinosaurs with Ray, tells Tom about the Academy plans in between discussion of cutlery and significant others, and receives a HUGE HONKIN' DIAMOND from Harper.]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is still by the fireplace, with coffee, and hiding behind a large old Ihlini grimoire.

Inside, he has a piece of paper, though, and he's writing on it. It's a list of people he needs to apologise to because of what the Hellfly did to them, or what he did under the influence.

Somebody should stop him before he thinks it's his fault the universe ends, too.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

She still had the two giant toolboxes.

Who would have thought that such a thin woman could heave those things? It just seemed second nature to her. But she ended up placing them at the side of the door. "Watch out for these, okay?" she asked the bar as she fished a huge manual, the size of a metro phone book, out of one and headed outside.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random walks into Milliways for the first time, and gracefully seats himself at one of the bar stools.
Slightly wary, eyes wide, he watches the other patrons. He hopes someone will come talk to him. He'd love the company (and the help, though he won't admit it to himself that he needs it.)

maxwellsdemon02

Duo opens the door to his closet and finds Milliways instead. He stares at it, momentarily confused. He's managed to change out of his Preventers uniform, but his braid is still bedraggled. It's been a long day at work. Give the boy a break.

He looks back at his apartment. He'd have to actually cook and make his bed and things if he stayed there. No contest. He pushes the door shut with his foot and drags himself over to the bar.

"Coffee, please. Strong enough to stand a spoon in, and enough sugar to give a romance novel an insulin rush." The bar understands his metaphors well enough, and he gets coffee that apparently meets his standards, because he empties half the mug with one gulp, despite the temperature.

He nurses the rest a little slower, and tries to think what would taste good.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter is sitting in a booth, elbows on the table, shoulders slumped, hands covering his face.

chelleuncurled

Michelle comes into the bar and orders a plate of nachos from the bar. She takes them to a nearby booth and absently eats while doing some people watching.

She's feeling a little more social than usual. Feel free to bother her.

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Things seem to come in pairs.

A few days ago, Kon got bad bad hair. That's one half of the pair. And today, the other shoe dropped.

It all started off feeling rather tired when he woke up, and it just went... on. And worse. And now he feels like crap. Enough crap that he has to wonder if he could actually be sick... but that's impossible, right? No, it must be something else.

Too bad he can't think of that something else as he sits slumped in a booth. He'd really like to know what this is.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is out by the lake. He's set up his home-made target - made of good sturdy oak, so it won't shatter too easily - carved with the Prince of Orange's insignia, and is taking pot shots at it with his rifle.

shipscook.livejournal.com

Akito's feeling -far- better after a hot meal and some sleep. He comes down the stairs still in rumpled uniform and pauses a moment to openly admire the dinner menu. Someone in the kitchens sure seems to know what they're doing.

He tucks one hand over the other and glances out the window nervously, as if to make sure it's still just the universe exploding, then heads for a table.