milliways_bar | Jun. 16th, 2005

Jun. 16th, 2005

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael's looking terribly happy, today. The moon over London was lovely, and he's feeling quite horribly poetic. He's curled up in a corner with Neruda and tea. There may or may not also be a suspiciously glossy magazine or two within reach*

Current Mood: happy

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David is in the bar.

Taking a much needed break from bed.

[OOC: Summary - David talks to Faith about Nick's new insanity, and angsts at Richard about the Toronto torture.]

Current Mood: blah

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is at his usual table, sipping tea and eating some cheese.

(Zedd regrows Mace Windu's hand)

aj_crawley

*Crowley looks disgustingly cheerful, as he saunters in - almost offensively so, really.

It has, in his opinion, been a Very Good Week Indeed*

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Barty-inna-cell talks to Faith-inna-office. There is disagreement, there is unpleasantness, there are pleas for leniency for his sentence, there is handing over of a letter to Tom Riddle.]

narnianknight.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways: The end of another hour

amightypirate.livejournal.com

Guybrush puts a notice on the board.

( Do you have a razor wit? )

turnipman.livejournal.com

Baldrick was in the kitchens, preparing a nice Cod in Provencale Sauce, when the fish disappeared.

How odd!

desert-worm.livejournal.com

[OOM: They are coming in from over here, where they've been sitting in a hospital for about a week.]

Sometime in the night, when the bar is almost empty, Luke and Val hurry in. They look a little bedraggled, but glad to be home. (... Not that you'd know, because theoretically nobody's supposed to see them.) Luke stops for a moment to get pen and paper from the bar, and before they leave for their suite in the House of Arch, he pins a note up on the notice board.

Val Wiggin/Skywalker is back. She is recovering well but may not be up and about much for a while. Hope to see our friends and family soon.

And then they're gone, and very probably asleep in minutes.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Another dream, in the first future, Behrooz discovers the subject of the mysterious drawing. Warning for language.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

aj_crawley

Crowley wanders up to the bar, in search of more alcohol. He'd only gotten a half-bottle of wine, and Aziraphael swiped at least half of that. With his order, he asks Bar for a sheet of paper and a pen.

( Note for Ophelia )

He takes his glass, then, and turns to head back towards his table. Or, at least, he would, but manages to jostle someone's elbow on the way, spilling their drink.

lastgunslinger

After his conversation with Moiraine, Roland had retreated back to his booth for coffee and a cigarette.

And then Crowley had started running.

Roland watches the whole thing, first starting forward -- and then hanging back, cigarette dangling from his hand, watching.

Once Aziraphael leads the way outside, with Bernard and Cuthbert bearing Crowley's body, Roland slides from his booth and goes to stand by the lake window, watching them, arms folded, with his hand rising every now and again to bring the cigarette to his lips.

His eyes are hard and glittering, and his face is stone.

Eventually Roland leaves the window and goes to sit at the bar. A hand on the surface; a few quiet words; and there are two mugs of hot tea, sweetened with honey and sugar both.

Roland watches the lake door. Aziraphael comes through first, and Roland watches him go, something in his face deepening -- and the front door shuts, and Roland looks back to the lake door.

lvpd_sidle

A pencil is being tapped against Sara's teeth. She's staring outside the Observation window, lost in thought.

Though the pencil isn't being abused per se, given her past history, someone might want to rescue it.

[Summary: Michael and Sara briefly exchange comparative woes. Barry comes by. He and Sara brief each other on the people they've met the past few days. Sara tells him what happened to Ace. And they both reach the conclusion that Bruce Wayne could be a bastard at times. Needing to vent, they go outside for a run.]

Current Mood: anxious

the-damsel.livejournal.com

April sat alone at a table with her daily cuppa, reading a copy of the New York Times. She might have been attempting to appear aloof, but she was purposely sitting facing the front door, and every time it opened, her head jerked up to see who was coming in. Mentally, she chastized herself for being so antsy.

He left a note. A note is good. A note shows forethought.

Still, she worried. She figured she kind of had a right to, all things considered.

[Summary: April and Mel have a sorta heart-to-heart, and they find out that each other Knows About Raph. Later, April meets Barry and shares her crossword and some laughs. Also, she accidentally meets Xander, and they commence copious flirting.]

in-it.livejournal.com

[OOM: Andrew and ~~Adam~~ Raph begin their trek into the wilderness. Andrew's gonna regret this trip, he just knows it, but hey, look at who's finally smiling!]

nita_callahan

Sometime in the last few days, Nita found time to go out to the forest and track down a rowan tree, who obliged her with a branch. It's been soaking up moonlight for the last couple nights.

Right now she's sitting outside, looking tense, but better than she has in a while. Between the greenish-white wand at her side, the open manual, and the sheets of paper spread in front of her, it's clear she's working on something.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago woke up with a slight headache, as anyone who spoke to him yesterday could predict.

He shrugged it off and headed downstairs for a cup of tea.

He's still sitting there in the quietest booth he could find, staring out the observation window.
He is obviously trying not to wince in pain every time something explodes.

gone_byebye

If Ray got breakfast this morning, nobody saw it, nor did they see him eat it. He's claimed a table for the queen of Spain- er, no, for something involving a dizzying array of solar panels and similar bits of electronica, and he's working at it with only the occasional pause for coffee.

take-a-gamble.livejournal.com

Gamble comes down from his room.

"Bar, can I please have a strong, black coffee and a paper"

He sits at the bar, reading his paper and gulping down his coffee.

He's quite peaceful but feel free to disturb.

Current Mood: relaxed

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Down from his room comes the Jedi master. And lookie-look, he has TWO hands now... come ask what happened?

Or if you did not knew he was one-handed before, come bug anyway.

He asks Bar for a huge breakfast, and eats with the relentless enthusiasm of the starved, coupled with good table manners.

( Mace Windu discusses Force sensivity with Pete Venkman, and tests him; He also exchanges idle chatter with sara Sidle, and answers jedi matters questions to Max, the X5.)

Current Mood: energetic
Current Music: ZZ Top - Bad to the Bone

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

Holmes did consider asking for a copy of tomorrow's Times. He believes heartily in good sportsmanship, but he just as surely knows that his morals aren't always fixed firmly in the right, and he welcomes most advantages.

Even so, consciously seeking after previous knowledge of events seems inarguably like cheating--and for now, most of his enjoyment of his work involves determining the facts for himself.

So he's reading today's dated Times instead, contenting himself with whatever atrocities man has committed against his fellow man in the last twelve hours or so. The bar has served him up a decent breakfast as well, English tea and biscuits complete, and he's somewhat satisfied despite being drawn unexpectedly back into this in-between place yet again.

He might even be up for conversation, despite the (relatively) early hour. Do brave the cloud of smoke and say hello.

[Summary-in-progress: Dodds introduces himself and bonds with Holmes over detective work and the fight against crime; Holmes is oblivious of being quoted to himself. Mercutio is friendly enough, but Holmes is wary and reminded of his actor acquaintances (slowtimed)]

golden-age-sand.livejournal.com

[Upstairs: A four-color dream and an unfinished project.]

Wesley Dodds enters the Bar with a headache, his coat over his arm and his tie still undone. He's already at the Bar proper when he realizes his unkempt state, at which point he sets the coat carefully on a stool and attempts to salvage some civilization from his renegade neckwear.

Feel free to distract him.

try_corsets

As soon as she returned home, Elizabeth began searching for a way back to the mysterious tavern at the end of the universe. If Jack could arrive from one spot in the Caribbean, and Commodore Norrington from another, surely she could discover her own entry point. The servants began to think her mad as one by one, she combed the rooms in the Governor's mansion, opening and closing doors and muttering to herself.

When only the dining room remains (it's hard to find a time when servants aren't polishing the silver or setting up for a meal), Elizabeth takes a deep breath and throws open the doors. Much to her chagrin, she is confronted with nothing more than the same room she has dined in for eight years. Frustrated, she sinks into a chair, stiffening when her eyes land on two doors almost disguised by paint and wainscoting. Of course. The linen closet where she hid briefly during the attack on Port Royal.

Determined, she crosses the room and grasps both door handles. She absolutely refuses to be wrong about this and opens them quickly. Instead of candlesticks and tablecloths, she sees Milliways.

Smiling smugly, she takes a seat at the bar. If her luck holds, Will is bound to return.

[Summary: Don tells Elizabeth about the motion picture business. Elizabeth and Delia are terribly polite at each other as they discuss their respective worlds, leading to a tentative friendship.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

( Note for Tom Riddle, left with Bar )

(OOC: Yeah, so, I'm an idiot and forgot to do this last night. But I'm off for the day, running errands, so I won't be back 'till late. Love you all!)

prydeful

Kitty had gone upstairs upon entering the bar an hour ago.

And now she comes back down, scanning the bar for people.

It's probably worth noting that there are more than a few bruises on her face. (For all advanced alien/other dimension/whatever technology the X-Men have can heal almost anything, the simplest things are the most difficult to treat, and while she'd agreed to rest in the infirmary, she hadn't agreed to do so for very long.)

And it's been a long week, so let's say she has coffee.

[ooc: As of this post, Kitty sets up the babysitting schedule for Derry for the next week-ish. You know if you're involved/what day your pup has. If you want to tag, do so, and we'll thread, but if not, just assume the conversation happened. Anyone is welcome to tag, involved in babysitting or not.]

awesome_lilly

Lilly's at the bar, juggling a baby and a bag and a mug of coffee and so it's probably not surprising that the note she's scribbling out is not the most lengthy or legible she's ever written.

( Pete )

Note finished, she takes her balancing act outside, to a tree by the lake. She spreads out a blanket, takes out a bottle of bright blue mango juice, and leans up against the tree trunk with Derry cuddled on her lap. It's quiet and sunny and that's good, because Lilly has a lot to think about.

[Summary: Lilly tells Xander about Crowley and there is ADORABLE friendschmoop. Lilly talks to Raven again and makes a date to go flying some time. Also, Lilly talks to Peter about Derry, their kiss, he TELLS HER THAT HE LOVES HER and she tells him why that's a bad idea and then it just keeps going with awesome because they never. stop. talking.]

a-fell.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post Milliways]

agirllost

Kim is downstairs and in a booth. She has a cup of coffee and she's thinking about what's going to happen after tonight.

She's still reading Order of the Phoenix, since she hasn't had much time to read lately.

If your name is Tony she's not going to be nice to you but everyone else feel free to bother her.

[ooc: come distract mun from the evil that is firefox and its disappearing bookmarks]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in the bar. She doesn't have much choice on the matter, since the front door won't open. She's curled up in a booth, absent-mindedly playing with a smooth stone that has a hole bored through the very middle. Someone told her it might help.

...

It's better than her fingering her nitro absentmindedly, anyway.

(Summary: Ace talks to Raven, for great crack. Raven first offers food, which Ace takes but doesn't eat. Then Ace discovers Raven is some sort of god-like being, who doesn't like it when birds cry. The conversation drifts to blowing up King Arthur (she does love that story), and Raven asks if Merlin is the Doctor's love-child. Ace headtables, and Raven just keeps on going with the painful mental images until Ace cracks up, briefly. Raven is lovely, as always.
Mike comes to check on Ace, and see if he can help. Mike is silly enough to ask if she needs any questions answered, so she asks if he knows who can help her. Mike wishes she hadn't asked, and tries to reassure her. Mike then finds out about Ace's headache, and tries to massage it away. Doesn't work, and ends up with a hug instead. *snugs Karen* Too cute.
Then there's Mel, who's also checking up on her pyro friend. Mel finds out about the lack of memories, introduces herself, and they sort out that it isn't an alternate version of Ace, unfortunately. Then the conversation drifts to Tim and Ace's wedding, which Ace doesn't really like thinking about, and Mel wonders what Tim has done to Ace. Add another person to the list of people who want to kill Tim. Oy. Then Mel promises to keep an eye on the Dalek, and gets Ace cocoa. Mel is adorable.)

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Out by the lake there's a Chris.

She's laying on a blanket, reading Etahn Frome. But due to her great dislike for the characters in the book, she's finding it hard to pay attention. So, feel free to distract before she throws the book out into the lake.

Current Mood: blah

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways]

Current Mood: devastated

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

It's Dr. Venkman.

Coffee, check. Some brunch, check. Some books on meditation and mental control and defense, check.

Shiny gold uniform, double check. A smile as blinding as the outfit, triple check.

Go ahead and complain about seared eyeballs.

((OOC Summary: 80 posts and counting... eee... Venkman's been really busy today, whoo! *mun wonders if this means it's a Venkman-zilla thread, and then beams at the idea of a Venkman-zilla thread. Ok, on to summary:

Peter and Ray talk, and catch up with each other. Peter mentions the people he met yesterday. Ray talks about his new promotion.

Sherlock Holmes stops by to chat about Peter's book selections, and borrows a scientific minded book on mental shielding and control.

Venkman and Michelle talk about her recent problems, and the recent fight between Tony and Jack. There's something very troubling here...

Venkman also meets Scribble, feeds Scribble, as per Ray's previous note of warning, and ends up giving the young raptor a good scratching. Despite the fact given the option, he'd still prefer a dog.))

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

Chase enters the Bar and sits down in his usual corner, arms wrapped around himself. He's not visibly shaking or anything, but he looks distinctly nervous, like he might get up and bolt at any second.

Probably has something to do with this being his last day in the Bar before he has to get his memory erased and go back to California to get his hand chopped off. Anyone want to help calm him down?

asar-suti.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Journal post about Green!Jack]]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Grass is not comparable to a bed, nor is the outdoors quite as comfortable as a room. Tony has learned his lesson well enough. He walks through the back door and heads immediately to the bar. There, he pauses. He is in thought. Should I ask for another room key or not?

Of course, his thoughts are of no consequence to any impending acts of conversation that might come his way.

Current Mood: groggy

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max wanders in, stopping briefly at the bar to get a breakfast of coffee and cereal, and a large book on immunology, before heading to a booth. She curls up, flipping the book open and paging through it while she munches on the cereal. She certainly has...odd...interests.

Feel free to distract. It seems like she might need it.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago is now sitting at his favorite booth with his newly acquired try of food, and silverware.

He's decided on fish today. Salmon, not cod.

blue-bat.livejournal.com

When Dick ends up in the bar, he looks more than a little surprised about it. But hey, why wouldn't he? He hasn't ended up here in a -long- time. After shaking away the surprise, though, he walks in with a bit of a whistle, looking cheerier than he has in awhile.

Nothing like ending up at the end of the universe to take your mind off things.

horseblanket.livejournal.com

[ Post-Milliways, after smacking Ash ]

And so the generic vassal Sheila is in the bar.

Looking just as disheveled as previously, really. With her cheeks still a little stained with tears, just because there really was no reason to try and wash them.

Seeming presentable has started to feel kind of useless ... but she goes and sits down at the bar anyway, wiping her curls from her face.

redsnout.livejournal.com

The bar door is pushed open, and in hops a Utahraptor chick-specifically, the one Ray decided to name Scribble. "Yeep!"ing to herself, she bounds off into the bar. Raptor Red herself follows a few moments later, nosing the door open and letting out a sigh. At least she'll probably be fed here, even if she has to try and chase down her chick between meals.

collects_ears

George is reading over Tortallan spy-reports. His brow is furrowed in concentration as his eyes scan one report after another. Occasionally, he picks up a pen and scribbles a notation of his own.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael is downstairs, picking unenthusiastically at a plate of breakfast.

His face is troubled, and there's worry in his eyes. Feel free to come and bother him.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*There's a Barman in the bar.

He hasn't slept. Got to take care of Sunny, you know, got to keep moving.

His knees and his eyes burn as he sits at his table with a coffee, just staring.

She went to work late, but she did go.

No sign of the angel.

Nothing to do but sit.*

[ooc: Mun has to go, be back later]

someonesdog

Angua's sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, and staring curiously at the hologram notice of Salzella, frowning slightly.

slayer_fray

Mel is back in the bar after two days, hair slightly damp from her morning swim. She's had her breakfast and is now sitting on her skaterug, hovering about five feet in the air, and just watching happenings in the bar.

[Summary: Mel meets Wesley Dodd and tell him about Slayers. Then she and Xander talk for the first time since the Mike break up. There's awkwardness and apologies on both sides. then Mel obliquely asks about the wish, and Xander says something she didn't expect. A bombshell is dropped.]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon has been busy.

Very busy.

He didn't know that there were that many jobs in the world. He does, however, have a much greater amount of admiration for Tom and Door than he had. Not that he didn't already admire them, but the last couple weeks of errand running has kept him so busy...

however, he's managed to slip out of the House of Arch, and found a booth where he can settle down and have a drink.

creator_raven

Raven is relaxing in the corner of a booth, one finger idly making patterns in a pile of salt.

There is a plate of sandwiches next to him.

Stop by if you'd like.

[Raven makes the acquaintance of Sarah Rainmaker, and learns that she's already heard of him. He also speaks with Sheila again, and--not unsurprisingly--offers to help her get some peace of mind.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Incorrigible: There are some things Tony can't live with. ]

http://users.livejournal.com/futureperfect_/

Female speedster in the bar. Yay.

Iris really ought to go back to spending more time here. She has a room and everything but she's so terribly distracted by having a sort-of father who wants her around.

She asks the Bar for a 3-D puzzle of the Tower of London and rapidly works on putting it together.

Current Mood: cheerful

nita_callahan

Nita comes downstairs from her room and heads for the Bar to get some food before the wizardry tonight.

A golden, heart-shaped locket dangles from her fingers. She has some thought of giving it to Bar to get it back to its rightful owner.

[OOC: Asmodean only, please.]

mnt_mike

Mike bounds down the stairs, Pork Rinds in hand.
What? You were expecting more than that?

[Mike visits an April who is eager for Raph to return from his walk about with Largeman. There's miscommunication and then startling realization as Mike realizes exactly why she's waiting in the first place.

A brief, but super pleasent chat with Sara reminds Mike that she's a vegetarian. And that he should keep an eye out for a blonde woman named Catherine. Evidently Catherine could kick his ass.]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht sits at a table just in front of the viewing window. It is a very different table from the ones around it. Very low legs with scalloped edges. As a result, Naraht can use it while resting comfortably on the floor instead of lifting his body into what is (for him) an unnatural position.

On the table is several chunks of granite (his lunch) and a holographic projector. Some of his manipulator fringe is working on eating while another bit is interfaced with the projector's control circuits. He is working on some of the ideas he and Ray batted around for a stair-climbing vehicle.

((Summary: Naraht is working on designs for his stair-climbing vehicle when Guppy stops by. Currenly slowtimed.))

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

There's a Jedi in a well-lit booth with a lightsaber.

She's studying it very carefully, turning it over and over in her hands as if looking through the metal casing into the very heart of the weapon.

She's thinking about crystals... about the lambent Anakin had put in his own 'saber, and how it helped him sense the Yuuzhan Vong.

Thinking about how much she'd like to go home for a living crystal of her own.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting out by the lake, and it's a lovely day. She is wearing a bathing suit, but there's also a long, loose white coverup over it. She's remembered to use sunscreen and is getting used to the feel of it. And since her hair is braided back, she also has remembered to get the rims of her ears, as well.

She notices that there is an oblong square of dirt across the lake from where she is. She knows Death doesn't work in the bar...but it still makes her rather uneasy.

Anyway, she's waiting for someone. But she'll talk if you come up to her.

Summary: Elaine and Ryan have a little swimming lesson and a whole lot of schmoop; earlier, Guppy is looking for his flamingo.

silessid.livejournal.com

Some days you wake up knowing that something is going to happen.

Not what, not exactly when, but something.

This was one of those days. The s'Ilessid prince steps into the bar from his room with bright eyes and an eager expression.

The following thread contained violence, and violence vs. Bar.

Summary:Arithon is delivered to Lysaer, who promptly burns him, Bar, and Bernard. Jack and Vago have a WTFBBQ? moment together, Tim attempts to use fire and light against a guy who was born to use them, Nick does his best to heal the medium-well charred Arithon, and Faith slits Lysaer's throat and throws him out the front door. Faith needed to get some aggression out. We sincerely hope she feels better now. Tom and Svava show up just in time to miss Lysaer get tossed out the front door. Faith summons Moiraine, who gets pissed at basically being treated like a walking first-aid kit. Especially for Arithon's sake. Tom and Svava drag Arithon off to the HoA, Nick and Faith walk off without talking to each other, and Moiraine is more pissed. Really, I don't blame her.

Er. Lysaer isn't dead, but he won't be coming back.

flybywash

Wash is sprawled over one of the couches, boots kicked off and bare feet digging into the cushions as he scribbles on his datapad. A bowl of watermelon cubes balances on his knees.

Every so often, the pad chirrups softly, and he sighs as he gives it a sharp poke with the stylus.

nita_callahan

Nita's outside, arms folded, looking up at the darkening sky. Her earlier conversation with Asmodean didn't help her pre-wizardry nerves.

The rowan wand she holds in one hand is glowing faintly, the color of moonlight.

[OOC: 24sters only in the action thread, please, but reactions are welcome.]

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

Molly is pleased when she finds Milliways instead of the Potions classroom. She can’t remember the main ingredients in a Befuddlement draught, and would just as soon put off that class for a while. She’s got her school bag over her shoulder (a little bulkier than usual), and thinks it would be wise to use this extra time here to study-- Or not, if the right distraction comes along.

She sits at a table out in the open, where she can see everything around her, and half-heartedly opens her Potions text.

thecoolone

Fresh from the cells, Bill spots his mum sitting at a table with a textbook.

Why not buy her a drink? She looks as if she might want one.

He knows he could certainly use one.

buddyofchrist.livejournal.com

Biff sprawls in an armchair by the fire, writing a letter. He's gotten as far as the header - "Dear Maggie" - and is writing steadily, if sloppily, on yellow lined paper. He doesn't pause to look for a word, since he knows them all and doesn't need to, but does pause for an occasional bite of macaroni and cheese with ketchup.

He's still wearing his kilt and a white t-shirt that says "Jesus is my Homie." Chances are, he hasn't washed them since he's been here. Cleanliness is important to his people, but laundry he's willing to forget.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Holy frell. It's an empath, in a booth. A very out of the way booth, frankly, more than likely not even really noticable to people who aren't looking for her. She has a mug of tea, a plate of sandwiches, and a book: A Consice History of Coruscant. She seems calm, somehow, but there's a lot on her mind. Strangely, it seems for once that she's relaxing. One can only hope, neh?

http://users.livejournal.com/_hyperthetical/

The door in the back of the record shop hasn't been leading to Milliways lately. Ryan's started going to the sandwich shop around the corner and making up a little life for the old man behind the counter. It's not really a nice life. Maybe his wife works at a factory putting the little plastic things on shoelaces and when she comes home she's all 'I'm not going to look at shoelaces anymore' so the old man has to take off his sneakers and hide them in the bushes and walk up the path to his house in just his socks. And then maybe in the morning they're damp and his feet go squelch squelch all day long.

Ryan's glad that the door opens to Milliways today instead of the sandwich shop around the corner. He orders some onion rings from the bar and sits at a table.

[summary: Ryan discusses fate and what's going on in Tackleford with Shelley. He also meets Sheila and talks about onion rings and zombies (slowtimed).]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim has been sleeping in the bar. He was sleep amid a group of glasses at his usual central table. And then he jerks upright, awake in an instant.*

Where is he?

*He's moving even as he speaks, shrugging into his white trench. Who would've thunk the Brigade member he'd most resemble would be E?*

Oblivion. Great. Well, I warned Rook.

*A light patina of fire glows into existance around Tims body as he throws open the door. One hand reaches sideways and a gleaming silver sword is in his hand. Someones about to get an ass kicking. And Tim has left the bar.*

audieraines.livejournal.com

millichannel marker.

gris_bug_man

Grissom is outside, taking in the early twilight sights. Someone dear to him had taught him to hear the stars sing.

He is laying on his back, looking at the sky, feeling content.

Current Mood: content

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Kon is sitting at a booth, with a few thick books stacked on the table. He's reading one of them, and looks less engrossed, and more kind of -confused-. If one were to look at the spines, they'd find they're not really his usual reading material. All seem to have things to do with genetics.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ Pre-Milliways: Tony gets a wake-up call from a rather irritated, but worried, friend. ]

Tony's well aware that he's late for his shift.

He's also well aware that he's in no fit condition to stay up without the aid of caffeine. As he steps behind the bar, he quickly fixes himself a large cup of coffee, full of sugar and cream, and sets to work, wiping down the counters, writing down the specials, donning the apron, then turning to ask the crowd at large,

"What'll it be?"

[ summary forthcoming ]

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

[OOM: Nightmares and twin angst in Room 318. Millitimed to sometime during the middle of the night of June 5th.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard's still at the table.

Still has coffee.

If he starts drinking, he'll pass out.

He's spent the afternoon convincing himself that Crowley'll walk through the door any minute.

Sometimes he's not very smart.*

Current Mood: crappy

narnianknight.livejournal.com

[[Just after this.]]

He walks through the door, a little unsteady on his feet. His wrists are torn and bloody, and his face is tearstreaked.

The Knight doesn't go to the bar this time, simply just finding a booth and sitting.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire and Indy talk about Meg's pictures, babies, and love by the lake.]]

futures_of_ash

Outside, just under the edge of the trees a Rachel is dancing. There's no music, but it doesn't seem to matter. By the freestyle way she's dancing, mainly in twists and skips, it would probably be a techno cocktail.

Oh, and she seems to be flaming, resembling a bonfire in dark red pants and halter top. Come bug her?

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom meets with Dumbledore and learns many, many things

prettymaids

*Drusilla comes down the stairs and makes her way to the bar. She pauses half way across the room and sniffs curiously. Something happened last night. A shift in the balance of power. A death. Of sorts. She sighs and starts to whisper loudly as she continues to the bar.*

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

*She orders a glass of blood, and heads to a booth.*

young_tmriddle

*Tom and Ingress walk in together from the House of Arch. It's been a very good day for Tom, and Ingress is in her usually sunny mood.*

jack_inthegreen

Remember the Solstice party announcement on the bulletin board?

( There's been a slight addition. )

[Summary: The invitation. Grissom agrees to wear a kilt. Jack and Grissom get a little baum chicka bau bau.]

creator_raven

Raven is seated at a table, feet propped up on a second chair. He's staring at the ceiling and, apparently, counting.

Interrupt him if you'd like.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is still reading Coleridge. The bard is reading some shorter poems while his thoughts are still on the ship with that mariner.

Ah! Well a-day! What evil looks
Had I from old and young

The bard's albatross did not hang around his neck, but rather sat nearby with strings that ached for their lover's touch.

Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

He is speaking the verses but so softly that it cannot be heard. Someone very dear, and very dead once told him that poetry should have good texture that you should be able to roll the verse around in your mouth like tasting a dessert or a fine wine.

Come distract him from his daydream of the Mariner.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie jumps down the stairs two at a time, guitar in hand. He chooses a chair near the fireplace and sets the guitar on his knee. A few mintes of tuning and warming up, and then he closes his eyes and sings.

( You say you want diamonds and rings on a ring of gold )

Charlie's all-request night is open. It's been a while.

[ooc: Charlie meets Green Jack, who asks him to play at the Solstice party; and re-meets Ace, who finds it hard to believe he was teaching her piano.]

vir-cotto-tm.livejournal.com

A perplexed young man stands gaping just inside the entrance, several clear print-outs clutched in his right hand.

Vir Cotto had been on his way to Brown 23 to go over some post-war reconstruction and repatriation matters with one of his Narn contacts, but he now fears he has misunderstood the directions he was given. G'Tal didn't mention they would be meeting in a bar- and Vir has never known his acquaintance to be one for omission. In fact, when they first met on Minbar, G'Tal spat in Vir's face. At the time, Vir didn't think the Narn could be any more honest than that.

Still, Vir inwardly concedes that G'Tal has never allowed him past the boundaries of professional understanding- that there is still a great deal he doesn't know about his contact. So, hoping that this is the right place after all, the Centauri waits, pulling nervously at his high collar as he searches for G'Tal among the assembled.

Current Mood: confused

alwaysroomforhope

Stephanie's in the rafters, walking back and forth on a beam on her hands. Every so often she wobbles, and every time she wobbles she mutters something like "Batman wouldn't fall," rights herself, and keeps going. She's still wearing her Robin uniform.

She may be trying to drive herself to exhaustion so that she doesn't have to think any more... and she might be annoying anyone who's sitting beneath her beam. She's too wrapped up in her own problems to notice, if so.

[OOC: Steph meets Akito, and there is mutual awkwardness; Steph meets Barry, learns that other people she knows might frequent the bar, realises she may have a chance at redemption, and is convinced to take off her mask for the first time since arriving here.]

gone_byebye

Ray migrates into the bar in search of dinner and a place where he can work on what would appear to be a three-dimensional schematic of something small, highly electronic, and overly complicated without the Bar giving him Sumerian stuff to deal with again.

For once, he gets it.

Yay.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Though a nice abuse of millitime, its sometimes after this, and Svava speaking to Tom and Arithon in the House of Arch, that she returns to the bar. A quick trip up to her room to get a notebook and pen, then back down again. However, she's restless, and looking around the bar before sitting down- if she even does do that.

((Summary: 1-Svava talks to Max about who to trust and who not to, in Milliways. Security and gunslingers are in the first group, certain clowns are in the second. 2-Svava talks to an Ace who's still missing her memories. She tries to be reassuring and explain things. 3-Vago comes over to try to apologize for working with Lysaer to get to Arithon. Svava's rather upset about this, and starts giving him a verbal scathing. Archie comes over to make sure things are alright. Vago says he was just trying to help, and somehow exceptions have to be made for the rules. Svava points out its not Vago's place to do these exceptions. She tells him to present himself to Bernard for his punishment, and he leaves. Archie is then reassuring, and they talk about her day and various plans.))

guppy_sandhu

<small>[oom: Earlier today]</small>

Earlier today Guppy placed the following message on the notice board:

Missing: one miniature flamingo. Disappeared yesterday afternoon and has not been seen since. She has no way of leaving the bar, so must be somewhere in the grounds.
She is normally about the size of a pint glass but is capable of shrinking if she needs to. She is pink and has injured her left wing. She understands English but cannot speak it; she can however write it. Answers to the name of Mitzi.
If seen, please do not attempt to catch her forcefully as she is able to use magic. Please tell her that she is not in trouble and leave me a note here saying where you have seen her and at what time.
Thanks,
Guppy

Now Guppy is asleep in a chair near the trilobite tank. No shirt and tie today as he usually wears, because that isn't sensible attire for trekking through a forest. Instead he has on a scruffy green T-shirt and jeans, which are now covered with grass stains. He has also tied his hair back into a ponytail.
Feel free to wake him up.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

Bonnie jogged in from upstairs. She'd finished the day's work and estimated that Ecto would be finished late the next night. From Kitt's diagram copied from Ray's, she'd managed to hose most of the new coolant system and from what she saw, it'd work like a dream.

The hood had been cowled and painted and was drying.

Overall, Bonnie felt like she was nearing the end of a job well done. She rubbed at her hair, still wet from her shower, with her towel a little more as she sat down at the bar and considered ordering something vaguely alcoholic.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Enter The Cannibal. He strides out of the kitchens, shooting his cuffs. He smiles automatically and looks around.

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Dream is now in the bar.

blue_ajah

[After this.]

The Aes Sedai glides over to her usual table and settles there, accepting tea from an attentive Holly.

Her composure seems outwardly undisturbed, but there is something of a subtle, cold tension in her manner, and the gleam in the dark eyes speaks of deep annoyance to those who know her well.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris is on the sofa, asleep. She's wearing an aubergine dress, her soft brown curls falling across her face delicately, and her arms wrapped around a nearby decorative pillow. She's having a good dream and keeps smiling every so often.

Come and wake her if you are wondering...

[Summary: Iris and Hannibal are cute. Then he tells her the truth and she faints. Much comforting back in her room.]

Current Music: Traumeria: Schumann

nonookie4u.livejournal.com

Lysistrata's in the bar, decked to the nines in her finest himation, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. Most noticible is a very large amethyst ring on her right hand.
Find out what it is, and why she looks happy enough to explode.
[ooc:summary:Strta and Molly talk about the baby, Molly gives her new clothing, which Strata loves. Asmodean and Strata find they have an odd similarty in personal tragedy, and Caspian and Strata are adorable, and flirt, and Strata angsts. Naturally.]

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is leaning against the bar, writing in some sort of book. Perhaps it's a journal of some sort. Feel free to bother him.

[ooc: Alas, aim isn't working right now for some reason. I doubt Zedd is needed for any plots tonight, but if he is feel free to come and ~~drag~~ get him to come help you.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Pre-Milliways, Puck and Oberon. For those of you who have wondered, "What's Puck's deal with Oberon, anyway?", look no further.]

Current Mood: DOOM
Current Music: "Always"-- Saliva

artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com

Jane's in the bar, at a table, a Shirley Temple in front of her. Most of her attention is on her sketchbook, at the moment; looks like a medium-grade muse attack.
She probably won't bite, but you may want to approach with caution anyway, just in case.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM:Tim found Klarion))

*Tim strolls back into the bar whistling a jaunty tune. He has a crystal ball in one hand and is randomly tossing it back and forth. If one were to look closely, one might see a humanoid shape inside the ball.*

Tea please bar.

shelley_winters

Shelley is sitting at the bar looking thoughtful.

"Bar? Could I have something made of silver? Just something little, for a second? I want to- see something."

A small plain silver ring appears. After a moments hesitation Shelley brushes it with a finger, then picks it up. Nothing happens.

It doesn't make her feel any better.

Suppose I still have to wait until Full Moon.

Four days, then.

[OOC: I'm off to bed, so tags will not be replied to, woe!]

undignified

It's Wes. Sitting at the bar -- what a surprise. Dressed in that same old flightsuit, though he's managed to get it washed...somehow.

So he's Wes, sitting in a bar, and clean, too.

Talk to him! He won't bite. He might make a mental note of your potential for playing pranks on in future, but he won't bite.

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

Clarice has been staying out in the stables late, avoiding the bar. Tonight, she comes in, orders a mug of cocoa, and curls up by the fire with a book she hardly bothers to open. She has a lot on her mind.

Why did seeing them together make me so-- no, no, not angry. Not because of HIM.

He's wrong. He has to be. I can't ever ... I'm not ...

Like him.

She sighs.

Current Music: "The Tower"-- Vienna Teng

el-vago.livejournal.com

Vago walks to the bar from the middle of a disturbance Over here and orders a drink. A Very Strong Drink.

He carries it to a corner table and sits there holding it, looking very morose. "What have I done?" and "All my fault." he mutters to himself.

If he looks as if he is sorry to be alive, it's probably because he is.
Don't be afraid to drown your sorrows with him. He might appreciate it.

http://users.livejournal.com/maybe_a_lion_/

::Squall's sulking in a corner booth, looking grumpy, depressed and about six different shades of woe. He's spent the last couple of days failing to leave*. Not for lack of effort, mind. He's checked every door, window and various other openings, but to no avail; none lead back to his own world.

The man in the bathrobe had explained to him the concept of being Bound, but he's struggling to come to terms with the idea.

In spite of his foul mood, he honestly wouldn't mind some company. Which is probably why there is still a little stuffed white lion on the table in front of him.::

*Excepting about fifteen minutes spent banging his head against the Bar, before remembering it's sentient and probably didn't appreciate it.

Current Mood: frustrated

winged-defender.livejournal.com

Peach is doing her thing, which is to say flying all over the bar at high speeds screaming and probably stealing some of your food. If you feel like chatting with her, you'll probably be able to flag her down.

(Summary: Peach meets Rainmaker. Puck comes to ask for a prophecy; he learns that Oberon's coming, and gets some hints that will be helpful, once he manages to figure them out.)

notyour-broom.livejournal.com

*Broom is sweeping around the bar, working hard and lost in thought*

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's been outside for most of the day, practicing some of the drills that Alanna has shown him to work off some of his restlessness. Consequently he's looking a bit more rumpled than usual and is fairly oblivious to anything that's gone on in the bar for the last several hours.

But he's in a good mood.

((Summary: Archie and Jason; What starts out as an innocent conversation ends up in angst, Jason almost loosing control and shape-shifting, Archie resorting to violence to stop him, and a mutual revealing of some of the horrors of their relative pasts.))

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

He comes out of the sleeping quarters; he is wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else. His hair is ruffled and he looks like he's been trying to sleep--with no luck. This is probably because that's exactly what he's been doing.

He gets a jack and coke from the bar and takes a seat in a booth in the back.