milliways_bar | Jun. 12th, 2005

Jun. 12th, 2005

Roland decided to take Susan up on her offer. It's been too long since he's ridden a horse, after all.

Even if Kiseki belonged to some French fils de putain who killed Joe.

Now he's walking the big bay horse along the shoreline, cooling him down, because that's what you're supposed to do after you've worked a horse for a long time.

[Summary: Roland meets Saavedra and gives her Milliways survival tips; Susan comes outside to tell Roland about Cort's arrival.]

slayer_fray

(There's a note in the office for all Security)

maggot-teacher.livejournal.com

*The front door opens.

In walks a scarred, scowling, bowlegged tank of a man.

He looks around. This isn't where he was told he would end up by Serran of the Manni.

...but there's a bar, over there, and one thing that can never be said of Cortland Andrus, teacher to the would-be gunslingers of Gilead, is that he doesn't like alcohol.*

Huh.

capt_angie

*It's been a long week for one Miss Angelina Johnson, Junior Member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Magical mishaps have been on the rise of late, and it's not even the summer holidays yet. With the uncertain state of afairs in the Wizarding world, people are getting jumpy. The slightest creak of a floorboard at night, or even a stray breeze banging a gate can be enough to warrant a call to the Department these days.

So it is a very tired Angie who finaly files away her last report of the day and puts on her cloak, looking forward to nice hot bath and then bed. Imagine her surprise when the door that should lead to the golden elevator opens into the bar at the end of the universe...*

Oh... Bugger!

Current Mood: tired

aj_crawley

*Crowley. Feet on the chair next to him, book in his lap. He's not really reading though - he keeps winding up staring at nothing in particular, hiding a stupid grin in a glass of wine*

menninia-vedra.livejournal.com

After her talk with Roland Saavedra enters the bar and writes a note. She pins it, carefully, to the notice board;

Wanted:
One teacher of advanced artistic techniques.
Inquiries to Saavedra Grijalva, Room 400.

gramarye1971

*Merriman is at a table near the bar, brow slightly furrowed as he ponders the Times crossword.*

*His tea is getting cold, but for the moment the possible answer to the question 'BBC programme taking the long view?' is occupying the majority of his attention.*

[Merriman discusses Mordred with Ako, reflecting on their unsettled relationship. He also meets Puck, and greets him with the cautious respect that one of the Wild Magic warrants.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

After she has returned to her room El Vago also returns to the bar, but not to sleep. He grabs a glass of wine and meal, then sits at his regular table to eat it.

As usual, he meticulously lays out the flatware until everything is perfect. Then he begins eating slowly and properly.
Including drinking his wine, pinky extended.

It probably comes off as an amusing sight, being in a bar and all.

balletrat

[OOC: Post-Milliways.]

stilljustandrew

[Sometime after this.]

*Andrew and Meg come downstairs together.*

*Andrew is dressed in the same clothes he first came here in, just about a year ago, and carrying a small backpack over one shoulder. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs, and takes a long look around the room.*

[Summary: After a rather unpleasant interruption to his plans (in the form of Salzella the Opera Ghost), Andrew is about to leave Milliways. In putting off saying goodbye to Meg, he unexpectedly talks about his family. There are also goodbyes with Faith, Anakin, Tim, Raph, and Dream.]
[And then there is karaoke, for great breakage. And an actual goodbye to Meg. And an accidental ... or fated, perhaps ... losing of a Certain Item that was supposed to make sure he could get back to Milliways when he wanted to.]

[Andrew Wells has left the building, people.]
[Goodnight all. You know I love you.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

*Aziraphael's humming to himself as he enters the bar, a sunny smile on his face. Occasionally a snippet of lyrics can be heard, and he frowns and stops singing, faintly annoyed at himself, but it's not terribly long before he starts up again, completely unawares*

Many a thing you feel you ought to tell her,
tiddly-om-pom
many a thing she ought to understand...

Current Mood: happy

prydeful

Tea.

She needs tea.

It bothers Kitty, a bit, when she enters, that her impulse is for vile, wretched, distasteful, ~~reminding her of Edmund~~, tea. But she gets it anyway. Coffee would just keep her up, not that she's sleeping any time soon.

Check the notice board, and--oh. Shit. Right. Peter whasisface, Ray's friend. She'll have to leave a note in return soon.

And then Kitty, with her tea and a book, curls up in an armchair by the fire, and, after a few moments, actually starts to look something nearing relaxed.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

There is a Flash in the Bar. The red suit is back, and Barry is wearing it. A defense mechanism? Maybe. He surely feels like he let Andrew and Meg down (even if he didn't). Or maybe that's just how he dresses when there's a job to do. Salzella - the Phantom of the Bar? - is out there, and sometimes you need men in garish red costumes to hunt down such people.

He takes a quick look around the Bar, a red blur, and then settles in for a hearty breakfast. As he easts his eggs and toast and tea, he has the mask down.

[ooc summary: Barry and Eska, now herself, catch up, as Barry fills her in on the Hellfly; and Barry gets a note from Guppy.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion stumbles down the steps and braces on various chairs and tables until he can get to the bar. He'd been sick most of the night and now he's a little late to work, but he'd figured better late than never. Considering he hadn't made it to work yesterday, he'd still dragged himself from the bed and now, behind the counter, he starts the kettle and the coffee up before slumping onto the bar.*

BreakfastnstuffanyoneohGodsfoodeugh...

[ooc: art imitates life. mrrg.]

lastgunslinger

[OOC: Millitimed to right after this thread last night, Cuthbert and Roland listen to Bob Dylan sing songs they used to know, break a little, and talk about Roland's thing for Death.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

Bugger it all, he was awake a lot earlier than even he expected. It was probably that damned nightmare again and he had pounding headache to boot.

It seemed the foul mood of last night had yet to leave him. This was not at all normal, though presumably related to that headache. Really he tended to be fairly amiable. Thus it was quite odd that when he emerged from his room, he ordered a glass of mead, (very, very strange for him) and took a seat in a booth as far from the other patrons as he could get.

There he sits, staring at the seat across from him, looking very disgruntled.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

Clarice is curled up in a booth, nursing a mug of coffee and a bowl of cereal.

She is not upset. This is very important, and in fact even bears repeating: She is not in any way, shape, or form the slightest bit upset. ~~Or angry. Or jealous.~~

[OOC: Mun has not-very-much time, so slowtime may be necessary.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara has coffee. She is dressed down today in sweats and tennis shoes. She has staked out one of the large recliners near the fireplace as her own.

Despite the presence of the coffee, she appears to be falling asleep sitting up.

Someone really needs to wake her up before she burns herself.

[Summary: Chur wakes Sara up before coffee is spilled. They trade stories about their respective worlds. Asar-Suti also keeps Sara in the waking world, though precious coffee is sacrificed to innuendo. Barry also drops by, giving her an update on the Phantom situation.]

Current Mood: sleepy

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

Chase in the bar, with scrambled eggs and coffee and a book. He appears to be deep in thought.

He'd appreciate a distraction, but might get a little embarrassed if asked what he's reading.

Current Mood: pensive

gone_byebye

Yesterday was fascinating. There were new people. There was work on the car. It was fantastic.

It went on for hours and Ray looks like he's seriously debating whether or not to faceplant in the tray of clay he's using for cuneiform practice. Someone bring that boy some coffee.

young_tmriddle

*Tom breezes in with a broom-shaped package wrapped in brown paper. He looks around for Susan Delgado, and for Tonks, for that matter. Not seeing either he heads for the bar.*

el-vago.livejournal.com

El Vago finished his mead and decided it was time to get some fresh air and try to change his mood.
He grabbed his things, and headed out to the lake to practice fencing again.

It really was a very relaxing hobby.

After sometime at it he sat down to take a rest, and watch the ripples on the water of the lake.

There he sat waiting. For what, he was not sure.

in-it.livejournal.com

In spite of his reassurance from Tim the previous day, Andrew did a quick dino-check at the bottom of the stairs anyway. Fortunately, the raptor was nowhere to be seen, and so our intrepid Woobie moved safely to the bar, where he ordered some turkey and dressing.

Mmmm, comfort food. Come say hello, make him smile. Or just try and increase his heart rate.

[Summary: 1. Andrew meets Guybrush, and is surprised to learn that he is an actual pirate and not just dressed for a party. They discuss the miracle of television, and Andrew breaks it to Guy that the world is round before directing him to have Ray explain it and then running away in dino-phobia. 2. Andrew meets Angelina (Who mistakes him for Raph- Yes, it's still happening), and is not the world's best conversationalist. Lithium can do that to a guy.]

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie's behind the bar, mixing drinks with an involved expression. Some of them are weird looking.

The drinks, not the expressions.

There's a message chalked on the board:

Experimenting with new drinks, but at your service.

Try an experiment for free!

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

And the half-wild Roman girl is back, slipping in from the door and padding on bare feet to the observation window. Climbing onto a table, she sits cross-legged and just gazes out.

She wouldn't mind company, though.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*There is a wolf in the bar. He's luxuriating in one of the booths and just enjoying the fact that he can be a wolf. Every so often, he slips down to lick at the bowl of water that's under the table but otherwise, he's just enjoying being. But he wouldn't mind some company.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is in bar with his sign. With the influx, he figures he needs it. "AREYOU NEW HERE? DIDN'T MEAN TO SHOW UP, NOW CAN'T GET BACK? HAVEN'T BEEN TOLD THE RULES? TALK TO ME, I'M ON SECURITY HERE."*

obligatoryass

Logan Echolls seeks his Twue Wuv. Not finding her, he looks around Milliways for Lilly Kane instead.

...

Okay, it wasn't that funny, but he still finds it amusing.

He sits at the bar, and orders an iced latte, not sure he really wants to take on ordering anything it might consider improper at this time. Logan is wary of the Bar, after his conversation with Tim last night.

Logan surveys the bar, not seeing his one-time girlfriend, but seeing many other strange people. He sips his beverage, and watches them.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina sits by the shore of the lake, watching the ripples in the water as she slowly chews on a shuura fruit. She briefly contemplates going for a swim, but changes her mind, too preoccupied with other thoughts.

puritan-penn.livejournal.com

A pile of ashes lies at the door for a minute before eventually swirling into a person

"He always did play the fool for a pretty enough girl..."

He stretches and looks around, wondering where he is.

is_a_boy.livejournal.com

Robert sits on the bar, looking around ~~and gathering info for Queen Sunny~~. She eyes the tiny dinosaurs warily. She also eyes the pinned Hellfly hungerly.

"Ribbit..."

There is a flick of a tongue, and there is no longer a pinned Hellfly. Robert munches her dinner happily.

slayer_fray

Unto every generation a Slayer is born.

She alone can face the vampires, the demons, and... small insects of the order Diptera, apparently.

Although from the watching her eat pancakes and bacon with her fingers, you'd think she had aversion to knives, not a knack with them.

Come thank her anyway.

[Summary: Asar-Suti wants to pay Mel back for killing the Hellfly. And he won't take no for an answer. So eventually Mel agress to go on his tab until she can think of a wish to be granted. Then the Flash comes over to thanks her for the fly Slayage. They try and fail at small talk and agree that the first person to catch Salzella gets drinks from the entire staff. Finally April confronts Mel about not saying she was Mikey's girlfriend. To make it up to her, Mel cures her hangover and offers to help her kick Tim Hunter's ass. They're joined by Stampy and Mikey and between them they try to explain the situation to April, as well as warning them about the Hunters, and producing The List. April's still a bit wierded out by it, so Mel leaves her and Mikey to have a little heart-to-heart.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*A wanted poster is posted in the bar, in several places. It shows a picture of Salzella in 3D, and says "Wanted for breach of Bar rules, kidnapping, and general creepiness. Salzella, aka, The Ghost or The Phantom. If you see this person, please contact one of security immeadiately. Security can be identified by the bright shiny stars with "Milliways Bar Security" on them"*

thecoolone

Bill's at a table in the corner, working on a modified map of Egypt. This one has shape and form: he's recreated the layout of the land, the flowing of the Nile, and the pyramids. Above it hovers a set of red flickering lines; with each tap of his wand the lines shift and reform. Bill watches them carefully but shakes his head: it's not quite right. Not yet.

It will be by the time he's done. He makes copious notes on a spare piece of parchment, every now and again glancing round at the bar patrons.

He's used to away; he's used to outside; he's used to alone. At his elbow, a glass of fresh lemonade and a bowl of grapes sit barely noticed. He taps his foot restlessly as he works.

shipscook.livejournal.com

Hey! Down at the very end of the bar! It's a guy with a knife, and he sure seems to be talking very energetically to the bar about something...

...which, really, is only worrying until you get within earshot.

"Carrot! How about a carrot, can you..."
One appears in front of Akito. He slices it with deft moves and samples a few pieces. "It's perfect! It really is!" he enthuses, "What about grapes, can I..."

There's a rapidly growing pile of plates with half-eaten dinner specials and fresh fruits and veggies around him, and he's started scrawling wild recipe ideas in a notebook to his side. He's going to feel really bad about it later, but right now Akito Tenkawa is attempting to eat everything.

indie-geek.livejournal.com

Seth entered the bar, feeling much better then the day before. Ordering a bagel and a cup of coffee, he situated himself at a table, eating and people watching. Maybe he'd run into someone he knew, or maybe he'd even meet someone else. He'd welocome anyone, after all, he's feeling rather social today.

Current Mood: chipper

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

*It's late in the afternoon on a particularly lazy Sunday.

Nymphadora and Sunny are both napping, and Bernard's done all he can do on the design for Kitty.

He walks out of the Staff Wing, almost meandering, really, and notices that no one's behind Bar right now.

It's been ages since he tended, between one crisis and another.

He walks behind her and wipes her down, smiling, clearly saying hello. She gleams in what is quite clearly a bright, shining grin.

Bernard looks up, surveys the growing crowd, and grins as well.*

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

Drink specials are Claret, to go with Gil's food specials, and the cocktail specials are Margaritas and Homecoming.

What'll you have?

[ooc: Jesus fucking Christ. Okay.

Asar-Suti comes over and tells Bernard about the Hellfly thingie.

Tony makes conversation about tending and Nita and Michelle.

Robert the frog gets flies from Bar.

Nick approaches and gets blood and news about Bernard's engagement and they talk about Faith and other stuff.

Tim approaches and gives Bernard the run-down of security issues, including Salzella. Also, innuendo about flames. -_-

April O'Neil flirts with Bernard shamelessly for ages, finds out about Tonks and Sunny, and flirts some more.

Bartleby's all 'Hey! Remember me?' and Bernard's all like, 'Oh yeah! You're back! Don't shoot anyone' and Bartleby's all like, 'Shit, no. Got any shifts?' and Bernard's like, 'Double up, I am ORGANIZED now, bitch' and Bartleby's like 'Damn, yo. Okay.'

Liam and Bernard discuss their respective kidlets. (Slowtimed.)

Crowley... oh God. Um. Read it. Includes: Titus Andronicus, furries, an actual Sheep Costume that is now part of the bar décor, general asshattery and photographic evidence.

Lysistrata gets a virgin daiquiri.

Ace and Bernard talk about bombs. SHOCK AND AWE!

Meg tells Bernard about Andrew. Bernard is Sadface.

Bernard breaks Susan Delgado into itty bitty pieces.

Tonks is pregnant and Bernard is oblivious. Cameo by Bar, who takes care of her when Bernard is extra-oblivious. In a sub-thread, Tom and Tonks talk Death Eaters in London Below.

Tom and Bernard talk family and Death Eaters and Gavroche and stuff.

And Janet approaches and I missed the tag, so. We'll see if that goes anywhere.

OKAY I AM DONE NOW WTF PEOPLE.]

Current Mood: recumbent

the_lioness

*Alanna enters, a wee bit damp, but smiling. She grabs a towel and takes a seat, shivering over a cup of coffee.*

[Summary: The twins discuss Thom's offer to fade Bernard's scars, and Alanna and Svava discuss everything from bikinis to puppies, with a few knowing smiles and laughs thrown in for good measure.]

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Coming to terms with the kitchen staff - at least the rodent staff members - was rather easier than Gil had feared. Ratty was very forgiving - more so than Gil was himself when he saw the ravages he had wrought in the food store. How the human staff would react he was uncertain.

Gil, decently aproned and scrubbed til he gleamed, cooked Sunday dinners then steeled himself to step into the bar and write on the blackboard:

Dear Customers of Milliways.

Sundays aren't the same without roasts but we in the kitchen appreciate that now the weather is warmer some of you may prefer an alternative, therefore there will be a full salad bar and selection of cold meats, cheeses and quiches in addition to the following specials:

Roast Beef, yorkshire pudding, horseradish sauce.

Roast pork, pureed sweetpotato, apple sauce.

Roast Turkey, Cranberry stuffing, bread sauce.

All above served with roast potatos and seasonal vegetables.

I hope you enjoy them.

P.S. Sorry about all the fruit.

He sighs, puts the chalk down and looks around for people to whom he needs to apologise.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is in his usual chair by the fireplace, hiding behind a ginormously fat book that contains everything Arthur Conan Doyle ever wrote about Sherlock Holmes.

He has coffee. The trilobite babies are almost visible with the naked eye. He is chastened, but back to normal.

And he'd quite like to talk to people.

[[OOC: OMG more than 100 comments, even if just scraping over the barrier - AS got himself a zillula! Shall summarise in the back room tomorrow, properly and nicely. *falls offline ded because of work, see back room*]]

redsnout.livejournal.com

Whump!

The bar's doorway is shoved open by Raptor Red as she enters-apparently, she's figure dout how to get both in and out oof the bar. And by the looks of it, she's not alone. At the raptor's heels are three hatchlings, all bouncing and "Yeep!"ing merrily. As soon as the chicks see the inside of the bar, they dart off in three different directions. Raptor Red, meanwhile, snorts to herself, and begins to try and round the chicks up.

el-vago.livejournal.com

After some time sitting by the lake Vago re-enters.
Walks up to the bar and takes a seat.

He orders a drink, and another glass of mead appears.
She was right, he thinks to himself, it's not that bad.

He sets his drink down and removes his hat. It happens to be the first time since hes been in the bar. Outside of his room of course.
He then gathers all of his hair into a purple ribbon and orders a meal.

Since he is sitting at the bar he doesn't want to use up needed space with his ridiculous dining habits. He sticks to one of each type of utensil. He's full of surprises tonight.

Once finished eating he returns to his corner table and continues to wait. What for he's still not sure.

balletrat

*Meg heads into the bar from out back.

She looks quiet and composed, and quite normal, with the exception of the violet circles under her eyes - she didn't exactly sleep much last night.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, she retreats to a back booth to drink it.*

[OOC: Okay. *breath* Summary: Bill Weasley and Meg talk about Egyptian portals, muse about the purpose of the bar, and squee over Bill/Fleur. Indy and Meg talk about a variety of angsty subjects, including the Phantom, Josiane, and Val's pregnancy; in an attempt to fend off the barrage of angst, Indy invites Meg to stay in the suite for a bit so she won't be alone at night, and she agrees. Susan and Meg have very, very different views on love, but they discuss it anyways and Are Friends and it is sweet. Lilly invites Meg to a sleepover, Meg invites Lilly to the Paris Opera, there is discussion of Logan and they are BFF and it is sweet. Ben Hawkins hears about the Phantom and Andrew leaving and is protective and unhappy. Roland is surprised when Meg doesn't protest his command to eat (and fish snobbery); he hears about the Phantom and Andrew and invites her to spar with him, which he thinks will work better than sympathy because he is wise. Regulus decides to get Meg to open up to him by freaking her out liek wo with plans to marry her, get her pregnant, and call her Marguerite Black forever; unsurprisingly, the freakout works, and Regulus proceeds to be very sweet and an excellent French-speaking stepfather. Anthy and Meg make polite small talk, Anthy is sad that Meg won't be sleeping in the bar anymore but won't admit it, Meg invites Anthy to Paris Anytime and it all ends with the icon of friendschmoopy doom. Finally (although really the Indyconversation is finally, due to Millitime) Cuthbert comes over to be warned about the Phantom and discuss tragic ballads, As Seen In Millicrack.]

mogget_cat

*There is an Yrael sitting at his harpsichord, making up a melody as he plays. It is a beautiful, wind-swept piece, the delicate tones of the harpsichord shifting under Yrael's hands as his fingers play across the keys.*

*Come. The man in white is up for conversation.*

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

millichannel marker.

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

Murphy just came down to get a couple of meals to take back to the room.

However, he got distracted by one of the wanted posters. Looks like he's trying to commit the face to memory.

mad-martin.livejournal.com

He doesn’t remember anything before he walks in through the door of Milliways. He knows things, of course. But he has no recollection of learning them. He knows he’s done amazing things, slept with beautiful women, eaten interesting foods, met all sorts of people and had lots of mad encounters…. He just doesn’t know how he knows.

Martin Miggs is a comic book character from a wizarding comic book – and he doesn’t really know it (except he really does.) He (probably) won’t hurt you.

Oh! And he might be wearing a straightjacket - but don't let that put you off. But approach with caution. He's unpredictable.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, sitting on the couch, curled into a ball with her feet tucked under her, staring into the flames. She has food, but it's untouched, and the coffee in her hands has gone cold.

narnianknight.livejournal.com

The door opens, and a young man dressed in black comes through backwards, laughing.

"--no, no, silly Earthman, my Lady ordered the diggings to the south--"

And promptly trips over a chair.

mnt_donnie

Don comes downstairs with his hands over his eyes.

"Is everyone clothed now? I don't think I can handle another unexpected naked moment."

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random walks into the bar, this time heading for a more comfortable seat than the barstool. He pauses only to grab himself a mug of hot chocolate and a blueberry biscotti. His second time in Milliways- come talk to him! He'd love to chat.

sai_delgado

She comes in from outside and goes up to the bar-- at which point a broom-shaped package wrapped in brown paper appears, addressed to her. Susan Delgado looks very startled, and then beams.

Shortly afterwards, she's curled up in her usual spot, with hot chocolate. The broom is leaning against the end of the couch where she can see it clearly-- and she is still smiling, say true.

[Susan meets Ben Hawkins, for great language confusion and then further confusion at finding out that he's a messiah, of sorts; talks with Lysistrata about oceans, weather, and Caspian; accepts Roger's apology, discusses AIDS, and suggests he see Simon; and then talks with Rent!Angel again about the Phantom situation and his friend's trouble, for unexpected pain, as the friend is Val... (slowtimed)]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post]

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

Roger's hunched in a booth not too far from the fire, coffee in front of him and a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He's poring over a nearly-filled notebook and looking more than a little stunned.

This is despite the fact that all of the pages are in his own handwriting.

Goddamn. It may be nothing but opera arrangements, and it might have been little more than a byproduct of being seriously screwed in the head, but whatever the hell he'd been hearing last week had been good.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Another dream, in the second future, Behrooz's reeducation has begun. Warning for violence.]

Behrooz comes into the bar, and orders a glass of water. The bar provides a cheese sandwich and pad of paper along with it.

"I don't want that," he mumbles. It doesn't disappear. He reluctantly takes the sandwich but leaves the pad of paper before going to a booth. He really doesn't want to document his dreams right now. He doesn't really want to think about them. He sips at the water and stares at the sandwich.

He wouldn't mind being bothered. ~~Well, his mun wouldn't, at least.~~

[ooc: Behrooz meets Bill, and they talk about... a lot of things, ending on Bill encouraging Behrooz to look outside the Bar. Mercutio and Behrooz talk about geography and other things. Michelle comes over to check on Behrooz.]

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

Chase is back in the Bar, but he's not eating anything. He's sitting at a table with his head in his hands, thinking frantically.

Field agents tend to be violent when startled. Best to approach him from the front and make sure he sees you coming if you're going to distract him.

And distracting him might be a nice idea, because he's giving himself a terrible headache and doesn't seem inclined to stop hurting his brain any time soon without intervention.

[Summary: Chase has his shoe stolen by a baby raptor, discusses the alternate universe with Jack and Tony, and OMG sees the door ~~liek whoa~~.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

After his practice of the last day or two, Sharpe is remaining inside the bar today, cleaning his rifle.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is playing his guitar and writing in his notebook.

Happiness is where you find it.

Current Mood: creative

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Without ceremony, Tony is thrown into the bar.

It doesn’t hurt. Much.

gone_byebye

After some in-bar discussion earlier, Ray retired to his room to check on some experiments and make up for lost sleep. He's awake properly now, and wearing the equations T-shirt. And he's got dinner and a couple of small grey possibly electronic things on his table, along with the creepy green opalescent soda stuff. Come say hi!

[Summary: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBABYDINOSAURSEEEEEEEEE!!! Ray once again displays all the survival instincts of an eggplant as he finds first one, then two, then three baby Utahraptors clustering about his table. They get fed, watered, and played with, and then momma shows up, so she gets fed too. The babies get named Scribble, Kona, and Tiger, and Scribble decides that she likes playing tug-of-war with Ray, which is good, because he likes playing it too.

Donatello shows up at the sight of Ray's T-shirt, and there is discussion of general geekery, then ghost geekery, before Donatello realizes who Ray is. Then Ray breaks out the Map of Milliways Patrons' Worlds and OMG TECHNO FOO. Slowtimed for now.

And Lysistrata comes around, and she and Ray chat, and the possibility is planted in Lysistrata's mind of visiting New York City. Ray indicates that the status of women in his time is fairly high compared to Athens in Lysistrata's day. There is also much discussion of the fact that the Greek playwrights and philosophers are still remembered and taught in the schools in Ray's time, which pleases Lysistrata to no end.]

tinyceratops.livejournal.com

Four small dinosaurs and a tiny Pterodactyl enter the bar, the Ceratopsian talking animatedly.

"And then I told the Human-Pilot not to be scared, because I'd protect him from the Sharp-Tooth," she's saying. "And he was very grateful and now he's my best friend in the whole world, except for you guys...."

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is in the bar, playing Irish trad songs on the piano. It suits his mood.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's in the bar, sitting in his usual place by the fireplace and sipping a cup of coffee. Bar's given him The Hunt For Red October to read. He has to admit, at least it's not Patriot Games; that would be a little too much like work.

He could certainly use some distractions, though.

Current Mood: apathetic

capt_angie

*Angie is sitting at the bar with a butterbeer. Her attention is currently held by the three tiny talking dinosaurs currently occupying the bar.*

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

Bonnie came in from outdoors, this time bearing a grease rag which takes off the excess but doesn't do anything for the general condition. She tucks it into the pocket of her overalls. So far, so good - V8s are her specialty. Along with turbines, but then, she can't ask for everything.

"Bar, something icy, cold, and caffeinated."

Overalls, boots, and ponytail. Par usual. A tall soda appears and Bonnie tackles it happily.

Current Mood: happy

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

In the moment of pursuit, Holmes never hesitates, his mind and body poised in one sharply hawkish strike against cause and criminal, back into darkness and out the other side of it with something concrete in his grasp. Sense from nonsense. Never a moment to lose.

Which is why he's at a flat run when he shoulders open the door to a low shamble of a house in the depths of Whitechapel, only a breath behind the scoundrel's fleeing steps, shouting back, "Come, Watson! The villain is just within our grasp--"

...when he steps abruptly and entirely unexpectedly into light and noise, and snaps himself to a halt.

Some things, apparently, defy even his logical assault at first glance. Doors into dark abandoned wrecks never, in his fairly vast experience with such things, lead into warm dens of polite conversation and pleasant atmosphere. With no criminal in sight, and perhaps worst of all... On that unfinished thought, he whirls back around and yanks open the door he's just stepped through to reveal--some sort of public washroom facilities. Unacceptable. "Watson?" he calls out, voice rather weaker than he might entirely like. "What the devil...?"

[Summary: Holmes arrives at the bar in a flurry of snappish confusion, and is beset upon by Random (who gets him a drink--which he needs), Roland (who explains Teh Rulez and also gets him a drink), Ace (who he thinks is just scandalously attired), and Tim (who also explains the rules and is generally nice despite Holmes' bad temper).]

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

Lysistrata finds a large comfy couch and sprawls out, legs up, thouroughly enjoying this new creation, the "virgin strawberry daquiri" and fanning herself lazily with a large paper fan. Now all she needs is company.

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

Chur is sitting at a table, an empty plate and an empty mug pushed to the side and a black rectangle about the size of a shoebox in front of her. Hovering above the shoebox is a projection of a solar system - not Earth's, as there are only six planets. A green and white and blue planet is the second from the sun, and it's this planet that Chur is focusing on, her ears drooping a little in sadness.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar, playing chess with Mitzi, who keeps flying off to the other side of the room in between moves. From where he is, it's hard to tell what she's up to.

"Mitzi, what are you doing? And what are you eating?"

The flamingo puts on her most innocent expression, swallows as discreetly as possible and moves her knight.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is reclining across the couch with his harp in his lap. He is idly playing random chords--all minor. He is glancing around the room in search of someone or something to distract him.

He looks rather bored. Be very afraid.

badderthanyou

But, yes, alas, Miss Summers is taking her leave of Milliways for a little while. She has some of her things from her time spent here - not many, because people back home will start asking questions - and her journal. She says good-bye to a couple people, leaves notes with the Bar for others... something along the lines of 'Gone home for a bit. Everything's cool. I'll be back...' and she heads out the door.

agirllost

Kim's in a booth. She feels better than she has all week since she's managed to mend some relationships.

She's still reading Order of the Phoenix, it's a long book.

Feel free to interrupt her.

[ooc: Summary - I have no idea about the order of these conversations. First, "Snowflake" stops by for some petting and comfort. Kim and "Snowflake" also read the book together, Kim having no idea about his connection to that universe. Next, Brian Gamble stops by for a quick hello before running off. After that, Chase comes over to tell Kim about seeing the door. There's comfort and worryschmoop about him leaving and the entire "memory modification" thing, and then Chase goes upstairs. At some point, Kim meets Regulus Black. He asks her questions about the book, she answers and then sometime during the conversation he shows his mark and shares his name. Kim is surprised but quickly calms down. They talk about his death, stepdaughters, and being Bound. Finally, Kim meets Seth Cohen and they have a friendly conversation about Harry Potter, heroes, Seth's canon, and sleeping in Milliways. Seth goes to sleep and Kim goes upstairs to Chase's room.]

backwardname.livejournal.com

There is a lawyer at the bar.

He looks absolutely miserable.

"Give me a double martini, Bar," Campbell Alexander tosses a few coins onto Bar's surface, just to level off his tab a little, "and please, make it strong."

He's going to drown his sorrows.

Come find out what's wrong.

lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com

Allison walks downstairs and looks around the bar. She doesn't see anyone she knows. She breathes a sigh of relief and goes to the bar. She gets a drink, and goes to a table.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Enter Dr. Lecter. If he is stressed by the troubles of the kitchen as the other sous-chefs are, he certainly doesn't look it. As Sleek and Dapper and stylish as ever, he picks a table.

Summary: Hannibal and Yrael talk about the front door. Then they leave to go to Yrael's world and replace Hannibal's missing finger.

i-weep.livejournal.com

Astarael is in the bar.

watch-wait.livejournal.com

Ex-angel in the bar for the first time in ages, eyes flickering a little from side to side but otherwise relaxed.

Do come poke.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's floating a few inches off the bar stool and is slightly see-through. He looks forlorn, and he's eyeing the Bar.

"Lady Bar, take pity on me?"

A short, disapproving silence from the Bar. Mercutio sighs and lays his (translucent) head on the wooden surface. He can't be bothered to make himself solid.

"I suppose you know best."

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*"Hi, Welcome to Milliways. This place is a bit different, as I'm sure you've seen. Do you have any questions? Please, let me help, I'm a member of the Security team." Thats Tims new sign for tonight. He's been testing out different variations. But as is, he's just sipping his tea.*

lastgunslinger

Roland is in his chair by the fireplace again. Not reading. Not looking at CDs. Thinking, and remembering, and smiling.

[Summary: Crowley tells Roland that he'll go beat Academy people up, which pleases Roland; they then talk about Jake and Iskander (but not with any names), hitting the devil with a poker, and Desire. Lilly and Roland talk about Cort, going todash, and wee gunslingers.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

One ka-mai in the bar with coffee and a thoughtful look on his face. Have at.

[Summary: Cuthbert talks about Cort's visit to the bar with Roland, who seems a bit disappointed that Bert didn't get hit, with Lilly, who finds the idea of apprentice gunslingers having to prove their manhood by beating Cort up and taking his stick amusing, I can't imagine why, and with Susan, with whom he is angstily nostalgic about Gilead.]

cowthecat.livejournal.com

Someone might ask why Fenrir keeps coming into the bar, when he knows it will only cause him aggravation. The short answer would be "food". The long one would be "sometimes I can't find a demon bunny that's smaller than me". But he'd probably never telll you that.

So here he comes, slinking low on the ground through the half-open door.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy settles by the fireplace with tea and a magazine.

She's admiring an assortment of elaborate candelabra.

Because: she's crazy.

menninia-vedra.livejournal.com

Saavedra comes down and checks her notice before taking a seat.

She has blue paint on her cheek.

When a rat approaches, she orders soup and a piece of bread. As little food as possible to keep her strength up. She doesn't want to spend much until she's paid Yrael her side of the bargain.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter comes down the stairs, looking far more cheerful than he did last night.

For all of ten seconds. And then he sees this.

He gets a cup of tea from the bar and sits in a booth facing Lilly and Logan, because he's apparently a glutton for punishment.

One adorable but morose British ex-Narnian king in the bar.

bythebrook.livejournal.com

Ophelia bounces in.

She wants to get more people to join her club.

Fear the determined Ophelia.

the_seafarer

Caspian comes in looking tired but cheerful, and carrying something small and wooden. He orders tea, and then goes to sit by the fire, whittling away at what looks like a baby's rattle, shaking it every now and again to test out the sound.

Yup, a rattle, all right.

la-calice.livejournal.com

It's been a hard couple of days for the sous-chefs, but Utena is feeling all the better for having worked as much as she has. Taking a well-earned break from the kitchen, she heads into the main room and curls up with a delicate cup of tea.