milliways_bar | Jun. 21st, 2005

Jun. 21st, 2005

It is summer solstice, and the barrier between worlds is thin. In the woods behind the lake, air shimmers. Oberon steps from the faerie realm, eyes glowing in the dim light.

Here. Is this the end? It thrums with power, and smells of the unknown. But it is not so fearsome.

He smiles, thinly. This is as far as you can run. And you could never hide from me.

The shadows curl around him, and he fades from view.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Venkman had left the Bar a while ago. He was tempted to head to the roof, but the area by the lake seemed quiet enough. He just needed to get out of there. The depression in the place was overwhelming. And sleep was going to be a long time coming, he knew it.

He wished he knew what happened.

He wished he could have helped.

He wished... he didn't have so many regrets.

Instead, he sat near the lake, and watched the ripples in the water. No listenng, or testing out the senses. He was picking up too much as it was. So he just watched instead.

Current Mood: morose
Current Music: Ivy's Worry About You

highking.livejournal.com

And there is a Peter.

With a frappucino.

His room has a cozy chair and a good book, though, so he's really just popping in to get the drink, unless someone stops him.

gone_byebye

[OOM: The day after Bonnie and co. get done with Ecto's MBS, Ray and April go suit-hunting in Ray's New York City.]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Bill and Tonks -- Loose in the castle]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

And so Claire sits in the bar reading.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. Whatever she's thinking appears to be troubling her somewhat, though that's really just par for the course. There's an open notebook resting on her knee, and a pen in her hand, but she doesn't seem to have written anything.

Feel free to bother, she doesn't bite.

take-a-gamble.livejournal.com

After this, Gamble comes back down after grabing his book. He's restless, no use in staying in his room.

*he sits at a booth with a cup of irish coffee and quietly reads*

Come bother him if you want.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm has been in the Bar all day, but he's been silent and observant. From time-to-time, he pulls a small recorder from his pocket and talks into it. He never seems to change the tape.

You can learn a lot about a place by talking to people. But you can also learn a lot by being quiet, and what you learn that way is often very different and sometimes more important. Especially in a time of crisis.

Listening, watching. Malcolm is learning about Milliways.

tin-foaly.livejournal.com

The centaur gallops inside, brushing past patrons and occasionally ducking under their legs. (Being only three feet tall, he could do that.)

"We are toast we are toast we are toast we are toast we are toast we are toast we are toast we are toast...."

A pause. Wait a minute. I have a neutrino blaster, plasma floor riggings, and all the nuclear-powered weaponry and surveilance in the underworld. Why am I worried?

He continues his gallop chanting a slightly different mantra. "You are toast you are toast you are toast you are toast..."

He isn't even THAT smug about it!

Current Mood: geeky

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Journal entry for June 20th ]

Current Music: Beck - "Missing"

jack_inthegreen

[ooc: pre-Milliways, Jack wakes up.]

Outside, the preparations for the Solstice party are complete. Come, celebrate!

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Like a recalctrint child, one Belgarion of Riva makes his way carefully down the steps and creeps behind the bar s l o w l y before quietly flicking on the coffee and starting the kettle to boil. A look this way, a look that way, and he pulls out the rag and the polish to start up as an apology to the bar itself for missing a shift. He doesn't offer breakfast aloud...but he does give a look to the room in general which somewhat desperately asks the assembled patrons to give him work so that he can do it well and feel less lazy and shameful.*

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

Jack heads downstairs. Jacket on, goggles on his head, Rod in hand, he trots down the steps and heads to the bar to get some toast before he heads out.

someonesdog

(OOM: Full moon in the woods)

[So far: Shelley isn't a werewolf! yay]

Other threads are stil welcome now it isn't accidentally firends locked to comments...

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

Ben was sitting at any old booth, with several open, small, nameless hard-bound books before him. Directly infront of him was paper, where with his pen he wrote notes, in neat running-writing. His gaze moved from one book to the other, as if he were reading them all at once, occasionally pausing to write down notes.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Having to cook breakfasts in a place where time is extremely relative generally means early rising, and Gil is used to being up before dawn. Today, however, is a special day, so he is up even earlier, standing near the Lake waiting for the sun to put in his or her appearance. Nearby is a patch of turned earth, where certain tokens have been laid and Gil thinks back to a day - goodness! - almost a year before and blinks back tears and wonders if he should have brought something to lay there. Then there is Dr. Lecter tight-lipped and worried for Svava, and Tonks, lovely Tonks, somewhere he can't even think about leaving Bernard and Sunny and even people like him, with no real right to, to grieve. Throat tight, he looks to where the east is slowly warming, then reaches for his pipes.

Deaths, disappearances, grief and apocalypse elsewhere - here the sun will still rise and set on this, the longest day of the year, and Gil hopes to play for quite a lot of it.

If you don't like the music, which currently has a tang of apple tea about it, tell him and he'll stop playing.

[ooc: 'Hogwarts' sunrise approx 4.15, set approx 10.15 but it was light by three thirty this morning - I know, I was there - and will still be lightish at eleven]

in-it.livejournal.com

It was a pity about the party. As Andrew sat at the bar eating his breakfast in somber silence, he reflected on the fact that it couldn't have possibly been planned for a worse time. He'd wanted to attend, too. It probably would have been good for him, but going felt wrong. People were kidnapped and missing and fighting god-knows-where, and it just didn't make for what Andrew would call the best party atmosphere. The entire place was subdued, and even Bar herself was off, still serving slowly and almost seeming to radiate a sort of tense worry. Andrew placed a palm against her top and sighed.

He wanted to believe that everything was okay, but silently, he was praying.

These people are all I have now. Don't take them away, too.

creator_raven

[OOM: Raven prepares.]

golden-age-sand.livejournal.com

[Upstairs: An Expanding City and A Limited Wardrobe]

Carefully, Wesley Dodds makes his way down the stairs and into the Bar.

He looks around to see if anyone notices, then makes a beeline toward the nearest dependable source of coffee and perhaps breakfast. Bar may be slower than usual today, but the offerings are divine and worth the wait. Try as he might, he's having some difficulty adjusting to this morning's suggested attire. The typical tie, shirt and vest are there, but something else is different.

Basically, when you open your armoire expecting pants and find only a Cooper tartan kilt (the Dodds family has no tartan), you just have to make do.

Feel free to say hello. Or comment.

gris_bug_man

Grissom is in the bar.

In a kilt.

Feel free to laugh. God knows he's been expecting it.

He is so whipped.

[ooc: Normal class/work related slowtime should be expected.]

[Summary: Grissom meets Wesley Dodd and tells him a bit about his line of work. Sara drops by for the opportunity to needle him. Gil Whimple compliments Grissom on his ~~skirt~~ kilt. Catherine laughs at Grissom. A lot. Is still laughing, undoubtably.]

silverageflash.livejournal.com

There is a note on the board...

To All Doctors and Healers:

As you might know, a rescue mission into a war zone is beng planned. with this in mind, I am looking for doctors and healers will to be on call. As this is apparently a magical war, I am making an extra appeal to healers.

Also, as the Bar is currently out of sorts, I would appreciate it if anyone who has access to medical supplies could provide them.

Thanks in advance.

Barry Allen

Not far from the board, the Bar is slowly retrieving the stash of bandages and medicine left from the war with Tim's Other. And some place away from the Bar, Barry reads quietly, hoping that once again he can find the right help.

[ooc summary: Two people offer to help - Eska as a healer and Shapre as a medic. Barry fills Eska in on the Tonks situation, catches her up on his week, and talks about about Salzella and the detective squad. Barry meets Derry, in Sharpe's charge, tells Sharpe about who some of the Bar's parents are, and talks about advances in techonology and about history.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

Andres is in the bar again. Still only armed with a trashcan and cleaning supplies.

He looks a little less ashamed this morning. He may have forgotten hes wearing the sign that says

I broke the rules

In big letters

He's walking around singing to himself. In the spirit of the day, this is his prefered song.

( Jack in the Green )

He is also rather pleased with all of the kilts being worn today. He's not really able to attend the party but he can at least enjoy the view. Especially that fellow in the black kilt. (Mun wolf whistles) *Andres eyes him curiously*

Cleaning supplies in hand, he begins working on the last of the rafters that he didn't get to last night.
He plans to move on to wiping down tables next. He's really not very efficient at this cleaning business, but hes making the effort.

He may not take well to mockery.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Venkman heads in to the Bar. He doesn't look like he got much sleep. He vaguely remembers nodding off a few times out by the Lake, but not much else. Still dressed for comfort, as opposed to shiny attention-getting garb. The atmosphere of the Bar didn't recommend it.

Feeling useless really sucks.

(Despite this, he's still keeping out for Kitty about the trip.)

Drop by to say hello, or cheer him out of his funk.

Current Mood: frustrated

gone_byebye

Ray stayed in his usual room at the Bar last night, which means that the fuzzy Hulk slippers make their appearance this morning, along with the cargo pants and a bright shiny new T-shirt. When he orders breakfast, he doesn't even argue with the Bar's insistence on giving him another clay tray and stick set, just sighs and finds himself a place to sit, eat, and practice.

Poke. Poke poke poke.

sideshowrobert.livejournal.com

It's his first time back since his rather embarrassing change back to being a human. Sideshow Bob is not happy even now with that event, but certainly a return to the Bar beats another day in the exercise yard, listening to very poor a capella renditions of Anthony Lloyd Webber musicals. So he has returned.

But Bob is nonplussed. Why is the amazing Bar so slow? Then it comes to him.

"You want me to pay. No more fredloading, yes? Well, never let it be said that Bob Terwilliger is an indiscrimnate thief." From the pocket of his jumpsuit he produces a MasterCard from the First Offshore Bank of the Cayman Islands, and places it on the Bar.

And watches in surprise when a cadre of waitrats runs out, carrying an old-fashioned credit card receipt press. They lift and card, and carefully run the press over the card and a set of carbon copies. One of the rats rolls a pen his way, and he signs the top sheet. He then takes his copy under the rat's watchful eye, and watches as the rats carry the device and the receipt away.

Eventually, his poached eggs and dry white toast with coffee appear.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

Cole walks down the stairs carrying the Book of Shadows and a rather fancy pen. He makes a quick stop at the bar to pick up some food, then moves to a booth in plain view of everything.

Opening the book, he begins to write his first addition to it.

Milliways, The Bar at the End of the Universe...

last_adam

*Adam wanders into the bar, happy as usual, but far more relaxed than he'd been in weeks. Until he sees him.*

[ooc: it should be noted that currently our blue-eyed Adam is sporting green eyes, for those what care to notice.]

kabeleced

[[OOC: This morning, out by the lake. Reg and Tom.]]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti has fed the trilobites and now sits outside, with iced coffee and a book.

Occasionally staring into space and going through plans for tonight's party

Welcoming anybody, though.

ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com

Johnny stops by, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He notices the darker varnish on the Bar.

"Hello, Bar? New look?" He asks, and pats the wood thoughtfully. His hand then spasms, and grips tightly, as he gets a vision.

Moments later, he uneasily says, "I uh, see. Uh, the usual for me. Take your time." He slowly sits down at a barstool, clearly troubled.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is at an out of the way table, cleaning and oiling his guns. He looks tense, but calm.

noir-pi.livejournal.com

*The door opens and a man in rumpled coat and a fedora walks in*

I was in the middle of my daily routine, sitting around the office, waiting for something to happen. My secretary had called in sick and gone to the beach with her steady, so I was alone. Since I'm the boss, I can take lunch whenever I want, and my stomach was telling me it had been too long since the coffee and eggs at Lola's. So I got up to go. Unfortunately, my office door didn't open to where it usually did. I was back at Milliways.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

The bard is leaning against the bar with his harp. A rather gloomy melody is playing on the harp. He is wearing a kilt. He took this as a sign that he should attend the solstice party. The bard is wearing his usual dress attire on top, but is very much trying to pretend that there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Come by and taunt him about the kilt.

[OOC Summary: Asmodean and Peter Venkman exchange glares over the kilt. Then the bard makes snide and subtle threats with booze. Then he breaks Venkman into bits with his music.

The bard is initially happy to hear that Shelley isn't a werewolf. Then the conversation shifts to what Shelley would do with super powers, and is dark and gloomy. Then it shifts to music and they get along fine until Asmodean breaks himself by playing a certain song. There is doom as Asmodean is gloomy about his tortured past. [Slow-timed]

Asmodean and Trillian meet and exchange pleasantries before going to the party where they dance, and small talk.]

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris' eyes flutter open and she finds herself still curled up in the chair with Hannibal. The sorceress leans against him, looking around silently.

She will not leave him.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

There is a Jedi by the lake. He is practicing with his lighsaber, going over the exquisite pseudo-katas of Juyo Form, the Way of the Vornskr, one of the two forms he mastered.

(currently slowtimed, but the two ghostbusters come to Mace for more Force training)

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. Still. In fact, he hasn't left since Svava did the other night. He's been stinking drunk for most of that time, and he looks it.

He hasn't slept either. Unless you count the bit where he passed out for a while. Which he doesn't.

He stumbles over to the bar at some point, but before he can focus long enough to figure out what he wants to ask for, two things slowly appear in front of him. One is a kilt in his family's tartan and the other is a cake.

The cake is round with golden buttercream icing, piped in blue reading 'Happy Birthday Archie!'

Archie simply stares at the items for a long time after they appear.

Current Mood: depressed

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

A scruffy, disheveled Jason is slumped inna booth, listening to his Discman. He gazes with disinterest around the Bar, occasionally tipping back the pint of stout on the table. His head rolls back again against the booth as he sings softly along with his Discman.
"...There are footprints on my ceiling
I can't help this fucked up feeling
something's wrong, you ain't coming 'round here no more
try to get my thoughts together
I think of a time when things were better
this miscommunication is breaking me down

Everybody wants a lover
Nobody wants to uncover
what may lay deep beneath a sometimes painful past
my heart is heavy slowly sinking
I redirect my desperate thinking
And kiss her red full lips like I did the very first time"

Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Social Distortion--Footprints on my Ceiling

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

It's been a while. Eska's been at the University, working, marking exam scripts, generally keeping busy.

When she enters the bar, she notices it.

When she approaches the Bar, taking in people's faces, it takes form.

When she places a hand on the Bar, it washes over her, and all she can do is order her beer from a wait rat and sit quietly, not moving the comforting hand from her surface.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in the bar.

More specifically, there's an Ace asleep on the couch in front of the fire. She'd be outside, sleeping in the sun, but it's awful noisy out there today.

Awww. Doesn't she almost look harmless when asleep?

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes down from his room, carrying... a baby?

Yes, today is his day to watch Derry, having relieved Susan Pevensie last night sometime offscreen.

He settles in a chair near the fireplace and gets out a bottle of what probably didn't begin as blue mango juice, to feed her.

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's feeling a little tense. He's going into the unknown to rescue Tonks and Bill, and that doesn't bother him much - he'll do what he has to do to bring them home.

But Tim told him to ask the Bar for something called Kevlar. What the heck is it, and what should he do with it once he has it.

Little help?

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony is seated at the bar, a pen tapping against a black notebook. There's a cup of medium brown coffee there, and a barely eaten ham sandiwch. He's staring at nothing in particular.

[ Summary: Tony tells Andrew Largeman that he's leaving temporarily; they discuss the door, their home cities, and Michelle Dessler.

Jack Bauer asks Tony why he suspected him of having an affair with Michelle. They later discuss Tony and Michelle's plans to start a family. (SLOWTIMED)

True to her delusional nature, Nina tries to hold a conversation with Tony, with expected results. ]

sai_delgado

Susan Delgado comes in from outside, carrying a small bouquet of blue and yellow silkflowers, holding to them as if they are hope itself.

She's quiet and subdued, oh aye, but there is still a hint of wonder in her glance as she looks around the room.

radiant-brow.livejournal.com

The front door opens and a man sallies in.

He has a harp at his side and a smile on his lips. And even though, clearly, this is not the place he expected to find on the other side of the door, he does not pause to do more than look around.

"Well! Looks like they appreciate good music here!" Taliesin exclaims.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle inna bar. He's feeling sulky today.

He notes the sudden profusion of kilts with utter confusion. Must be a Bar thing, he thinks. It's how he writes off everything out of the ordinary here. Makes things easier.

The fact that he is sans kilt makes him feel a tiny bit less sulky. He orders a turkey sandwich and a Coke and waits with uncharacteristic patience for it to appear.

[OOC: Mun has to leave; will probably be back around 9:00 EST.]

Current Mood: grumpy

gorlim.livejournal.com

*Gorlim's not out of character today at all -- he's used to wearing a kilt. The people of his homeland wore them (a curious Middle-Earth mirror of Scotland with his old Captain seemingly playing the role of Robert the Bruce). He himself wore also a pair of antlers from a buck -- at five tines it would have been a proud kill, probably his own -- sewn onto a hood that would make the antlers seem to grow from his head. At the moment the hood was back, making the antlers appear more like the skeletal remains of wings that were torn ages ago from his shoulderblades. He felt very much at home seeing the bar filled with tartans.

But he was not in the bar just now. He was out by the lake, perched in a tree, enjoying the view and having a chat with his own type of god -- his people had worshipped the Earth as a mother-goddess. Since coming here, he had learned about angels, and then learned that perhaps they were not so different as they seemed. And how could he give up the teachings of his fathers? 'Te Deum' was a collection of beautiful words, but not HIS words or his people's. He spoke to the wind through them instead.*

Brat Shneachda air mullach nam beann,
currachd ceòtha mar liath-fhalt m'an ceann,
feadain is sruthain mòintich
a' leum 's a' dòrtadh,
a' sporgail air ùrlar nan glean,
aig còsan 's mu shàilean nam mò-bheann;
fèid ruadh', fir na cròice,
air sliosaidbh fraoich ruadh-dhonn –
si Tìr nan Gaisgeach a th' ann,
Tìr nam Beann, nan Gaisgeach, 's nan Gleann,
si Tìr nan Gaisgeach a th' ann.

( translation )

slayer_fray

(OOM: Mike and Indy's suite)

[Summary: Um, I can't remember if this got posted before or not. Anyway, Millitimed to Sunday, after babysitting, Mel tells Mike that she's leaving. Woe and a bit of whitetext.]

talented-biter.livejournal.com

OOM: In Sunny's Bedroom

mctrillian.livejournal.com

Trillian hates formalwear.

But hey, there's a party going on, and it's a special day to Many People ... so she's got on a Little Black Dress, complete with Little Sheer Beaded Open Black Blouse.

Benjy has a ribbon on his tail.

Frankie refused to participate.

creator_raven

Raven is finishing the stitching on the last of a pile of armbands. There are also several knives on the table.

He is waiting.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Arthur heads downstairs, humming quietly to himself. General atmosphere notwithstanding, he's having a relatively doom-free day.

After a few moments, he finds Trillian's note and reads it with a frown.

[OOC: and his mun is listening to the last episode of the radio show. *wibble*]
[Summary: Arthur is roped into a rescue mission by Trillian, and attempts to explain the events prior to his arrival at Milliways. He also accquires Andew Largeman as his roommate.)

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard and Sunny emerge from the Staff Wing.

Sunny looks marginally well-rested.

Bernard hasn't slept since Saturday.

He collects a sipper of apple juice for Sunny, and nothing for himself, and they go to sit at a table near the door.

Lately, it seems like all he does is wait.*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is at a table, sharpening a short sword.

There are knives, too, eight of them, sharpened and polished, arranged on the table in front of her.

She's ready.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, in normal dress. No t-shirt today, for Bar is sad.

She's pretty subdued herself. She goes behind the Bar to pick up her tray and pats Bar's surface for a moment before looking around for people who need something.

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks in wearing a kilt with Joshua in his arms, who is also wearing a kilt. What else would and ex-Catholic Scotsman and a demigod infant wear to a Solstice Party?

Richard looks around and then heads outside.

nosortofangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel stalks in looking a bit pissy. He's not dressed in his usual leather, but in jeans and a t-shirt. He'd found out after being let out of the cells that he can't get home at the moment, and this is what he's been given.

Not a happy wereleopard.

He flops down in a booth, into a position that looks profoundly uncomfortable. He watches the room. His eyes every now and then settle on one patron or another, tracking.

((Thunderstorms looming. Mun may vanish without notice, appologies.))

emersonson.livejournal.com

Perhaps you've seen him around.

Perhaps you haven't.

Perhaps you have, but you don't know you have. He's good at disguises.

Either way, he's in the bar now looking as normal as Ramses ever looks, and is waiting for the Bar to fill his order for some decent soup. He's not particular which kind. He's still not quite used to the idea of ordering things from a piece of furniture, but he's adapting.

When his soup arrives (tomato, with crackers on top, if anyone's interested), a small shard of pottery appears next to it. Ramses' eyes light up.

Egyptian writing.

He takes his dinner and his new treasure to his regular booth for proper study.

jack_inthegreen

Outside, the bonfire is lit.

young_tmriddle

*Tom and Door are in the bar, as they have been off and on for the past two days.

Tom can't sit in one place very long. He keeps pacing, wandering, watching. He wants to just Apparate to the bloody castle and get Bill and Tonks out of there.

He knows he can't. He knows he shouldn't.

So he paces about a little more while Door watches, worried.*

blue_ajah

The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and Moiraine steps through, glancing around the room with a slightly quizzical gaze.

After a few minutes and a careful study of the darkened wood of the bar itself, she obtains a cup of tea, which she takes to her usual table.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Valentine is in the bar with her usual notebook, pen, and pot of ink. However, she's not writing. Not at the moment, at any rate. She has a book, and seems to be researching something, but quite relaxed. Her feet are up on the table, sporting a pair of flip-flop sandals under her usual long skirt. Her t-shirt, however, reads You don't have to look at my chest. These aren't the breasts you're looking for. Move along. She seems to be quite relaxed. Perhaps seems is the key word in that sentance.

slayer_fray

The expressions on Mel and Mike's faces as they enter the bar from the staff quarters are hard to read. Really, there's nothing unusual in theit appearance: Mel has her Slayer weapon sheathed under her backpack and her gun holstered on her hip, as she normally does, but there's something ready about her demeanour suggests readiness, anticipation, and sorrow at what she's leaving behind.

Shooting a half smile at Mike, she brings his hand up to her purple lips and kisses it softly, before looking around the bar for Asar-Suti.

[Summary: Mel goes to Asar-Suti to cash in her wish. 'Suti opens the door into her world, and time unfreezes, but she can't get through the door. Cue hysterical violent breakage, and a Mike/Mel breakthrough. Awww!]

desert-worm.livejournal.com

Luke walks in and sits down at a table, not quite able to stop fidgeting with the grip of his lightsaber.

If he's needed, he's there.

futures_of_ash

Rachel's in the bar once more, there's a party outside, but she's not in the mood for it. There's brooding inside and that fits quiet nicely. After her little shopping trip with Serena, she's dressed a bit aggressively in a red silk halter top complete with flame cut sleeves and drawstring front, black leather mini-skirt, and matching boots that come to the knee with an almost ludicrous heel.

In short, she's devestating. Why? To try and cheer herself up, nothing more.

It doesn't seem to be working. She's leaning against a wall and waiting to see if her counterpart will show up, or if she'll be able to force herself to socialize...

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim steps up before the door, glancing around at the assembeled people.*

Hey folks, gather round. Everyone take one of these.

*He sets six walkie talkies on the table.*

These are in case we get seperated. If you don't know how to use them, simply push the button, talk, and let the button go. These are enchanted, so they only sound in your ear, not out loud. No use giving an advantage to the enemy.

*Tim then unrolls a set of blueprints.*

I got these from Tom. They may be a little out of date, but it's the best we have. Theres bound to be traps in here, possibly some monsters, and of course the Death Eaters. We're going in in Teams of two. Faith and I are one Team, Hagrid and Roland a second, Cuthbert and Raven the third. Magic users cover for your partner, counterspells etc.

*Tim gestures at the bottom layer.*

From what Tom says, cells are here. Last we heard, Tonks and Bill are loose in the castle, but there's always the option they've been recaptured. As far as I can tell, our entrance will be made here, on the top floor. Roland? You and Hagrid take this hall to the right, and stay on this floor til it's clear. Cuthbert, go to the left, this Stair here. Head down one level and start searching. Faith and I will take this stair, head down to the basements, check there.

*Tim taps the badge.*

Raph? I need you to get down to the main floor, scout for Tonks and Bill.

*He keeps holding the badge.*

Everyone, we already have two people there, Raph and...someone else. So be on watch for them. When everything is finished, return up here. Raven? I'm going to need you to open the doorway home, I'm going to hang back and keep our backs shielded.

*He pauses.*

Any questions?

lastgunslinger

Roland comes downstairs.

The cartridges on his belts gleam in the light. The gun of his father, the gun with the sandalwood grip, is at his left; his new Colt is in the docker's clutch at his right side.

He gets a glass of water -- it appears slowly -- and drinks it, savoring it.

Khef is the word in the High Speech for water; it is also the word for shared knowledge and a shared bond between members of a ka-tet.

Roland drinks his water, and takes in the sights of the bar, and waits.

It's almost time.

young_tmriddle

*Tom holds a mirror in his hand. It's enchanted to reflect whatever Tim sees - his glasses were easy to charm.

Now Tom stands by the bar and speaks over the crowd.*

If you're in the second wave, and you know who you are, I need you over here. If anything goes wrong, we need to be ready to act immediately.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti flits about the bar, surreptitiously carrying things outside.

There is a certain air of elation and pleasant anticipation about him.

shelley_winters

Shelley wanders down, having woken up late, and taken her time getting dressed. She is humming cheerily to herself, and all in all looks... happy. Still pale, still shorthaired, but the stress and misery that had been her near-constant companions up to the day before have gone.

She does, however, look a little confused at the number of kilts.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Andres is just coming back from his dinner break. He's got his cleaning supplies and is ready to conquer dust bunny nations, and all of the condensation rings on the bar.

He's still got the sign saying,

I broke the rules

In big letters

He is also still rather pleased with all of the kilts being worn today. He's not really able to attend the party but he can at least enjoy the view.

He's made himself a list and he's checking it twice.
Wipe down bar
Re-dust rafters
Sweep and mop
Wipe/bus tables
straighten chairs
polish glasses
Wash observation window
Empty trash
And his least favorite
Clean the restrooms

At least the bar provides gloves and more supplies than he knows what to do with.

He's going to start at the top of his list.
Feel free to distract him as he passes by, but he can't talk long.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters briefly. He doesn't enjoy parties at the best of times, and now? He's really not in the mood.

He sets a collection of small, boxed gifts on Bar.

"Lady? Be so kind to provide these to the recipients?"

As they slowly disappear, he murmurs,

"My thanks, Lady."

( Lady Susan Delgado, Lady Rachel Grey, <i>e'dal</i> Lady Ingress of the House of Arch, Lady Bianca, Lady Faith, Lady Fray, Lady Buffy, Lady Svava care of Lord Yrael, Lady Door, Lady Tonks (he hasn't heard, give him a break), Sir Alanna, Lady Snow White, <i>e'dal</i> Lady Millie, Lady River, and, er, if you've got a female character that has has non-acrimonious conversation with him...her too. )

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Enters a creature of the night... and it is meant in the best sense possible. Most people will NOT recognize Serena, since she decided to abandon the robes, at Rachel's insistence...

The shirt shouldn't be called such, a lining of lace in soft green, simple roses worked into the froth provide decency. It fits like a glove, simple, enchanting, enticing, and flows into a short skirt of slightly more sturdy materials, the pattern of roses and skin showing lace continuing to mid thigh. Then comes her long, shapely legs, and finally, matching high-heeled strappy sandals.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam's behind the bar. Have at.

take-a-gamble.livejournal.com

Gamble's waiting for her. He knows she needs her space though. Might as well try to relax.

*he sits at the bar with a drink*

He's still in leather pants. Not much else to say.

Come bother him, he could talk.

Current Mood: anxious

capt_angie

*Angelina comes down the stairs, her hair once again covering the left side of her face.

She heads goes and takes a seat at the bar.*

Butterbeer please Bar... Take your time sweetie.

*A few minutes later the drink appears.*

coming-west.livejournal.com

(OOM: Cally's loooong week.)

The mirror called Cally through in to the bar, so there she was, thick book in hand. This thick book is fiction, for once. It had been a long week (even longer in Milliways, if she only knew), so who was she to say no to a comfortable seat by the fire and possibly tea--or something stiffer--later?

Current Mood: relaxed

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Off the main solstice party, there is a birthday party for Gil in the garden near the back door.

If you are invited, come over, say hello, and have some cake, strawberry punch, or iced offee.

[[OOC: The usual way for parties: post your character into the party thread linked above, then start tagging others. Thank you, and have fun!]]

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

Lady Death floats in the bar, grounding and ordering her customary glass of mead as she looks around.

collects_ears

George walks from his room, and into the bar proper.

He walks behind the bar, then announces.

"Tonight's specials are Vegetable tempura, beef teriyaki with avocado salad and chicken wings with potato wedges. Tonight's drinks are: Baby Doll, Bad Habit and Balmoral."

"As a warning, bar service will be a bit on the slow side tonight until further notice, but bear with me and I'll get to you as soon as possible."

He smiles.

"What'll it be?"

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

*The door opens, and Will enters.*

*After a glance around the room, he heads for the lake door, towards the sounds of cheerful voices and out into the evening air.*

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

( OOM : Sessrunmir )

tinyceratops.livejournal.com

Cera trots proudly into the bar, head held high.

"See?" she calls to an unknown entity outside. "I'm brave enough to go back in. Sharptooth or no sharptooth!"

As soon as the door closes, her demeanour changes and she looks around anxiously.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is in the bar, feeling a bit better do to lack of dreams, but still pretty uncertain. He stares at the door for a moment before sitting down with a glass of soda. The only thing he can think of is that he's Bound because there are still dreams to come, and he needs to reach the end before he can return to whichever reality he'll end up in.

He wishes he could just get on with it. The drawing's folded up in his paper, but he doesn't take it out.

He probably needs to vent, but it's doubtful that he's going to. Unless poked. A lot. But in any case, he drinks the soda and quietly watches other in the bar, looking for a distraction.

audieraines.livejournal.com

After a long wait, Audrey turns from the bar with a tasty gourmet steak dinner and a glass of her favorite champagne. She takes a seat at a table and begins to people watch.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris' eyes open slowly to the sound of the usual bar buzz. She finds herself still curled up in the chair with Hannibal. The sorceress leans against him, looking around silently.

She will not leave him.

After conversations with Indy and Yrael the sorceress again sleeps beside him in the chair.

theravenboy

It's been four years, now, since the midsummer tree flowered. In memory of that day, Bran wears the brass horn tied to his belt. As ever, he carries his harp.

The bar seems rather empty. Bran follows the crowd outside to the party.

[OOC: I am currently borrowing Gramarye's computer. Therefore, I shall be slow. Please reply to Bran at the party thread, as there's only so much I can manage right now.]

mogget_cat

*Yrael is still on the couch by the fire, the blanket-wrapped body near his feet. He is making small white flowers, now, having tired of making silver bullets. Many drawn Charter Marks are woven together deftly to create each flower's filigree of five, featherlike petals, very white with centers that fade into pale green. He has made three so far. Living things take more effort to make than non-living, after all.*

*He is decidedly not thinking. He is doing, keeping his thoughts on his task and very little else.*

*He would enjoy distraction.*

gramarye1971

*Merriman enters the bar -- and, in honour of the day, he is not in his normal academical dress.*

*His dark, formal robes flutter behind him as he crosses the bar with long determined strides and heads outside, in the direction of the lake.*

[OOC: Rymenhild is sharing my computer, so please reply to the party thread if at all possible for the time being. Many thanks!]

collar-fetish.livejournal.com

Kyle was in the bar again.

Except this time, he looked victorious for some reason. If he wasn't in a public place, he probably would have done a little victory dance for himself. But he was in public, and...well, he wasn't that stupid. He might wear a painted on uniform for Green Lantern, but that was different.

What was different this visit? Kyle had tested out Connor's theory of coming here voluntarily. And lo and behold! There he was.

Kyle Rayner is a simple man. But a simple and happy man, mind you.

But besides that? Kyle was currently thinking he was the man.

Feel free to ~~shatter his illusions of grandeur~~ ~~mock him~~ say hi.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Indy is rather less agitated than Alanna when he takes his turn on the couch near Hannibal. He has shorter shifts. He doesn't mind the waiting. And underneath the calm focus, he's just as charged as the lady knight.

Some are gone. Some are gone and coming back. Some couldn't go. Some...

He has his rune notes on the coffee table, though he hasn't taken them up. The notes aren't there to be read over. He's damned if he's going to screw this up if it happens on his shift—not that he expects anyone else to. He has great faith in all who are involved, though he may not be as close to some as he is to others.

[Summary: Iris introduces herself and Indy is interested in Xanth, but the conversation is interrupted by the returning rescue party. Anthy learns of the plan to save Svava, and questions the motives behind it.]

firstmarauder.livejournal.com

There is a pile of books at one of the booths near the back which may hide a human being behind it somewhere. Smoke curls above part of the stack, and the neck of an absinthe bottle is barely visible. Someone within the fortress of textbooks is taking notes on something, but he seems rather casual about it.

Occasionally a stubbed-out cigarette butt is flicked up over the pile and lands on the other side of the barricade.

Sirius is in the bar.

(Sirius' mun has missed you all.)

un_fallen

Raguel is standing in the doorway, slowly scanning the bar.

The atmosphere seems calm enough, but that usually means the troubles are just keeping out of sight, which is worse.

He doesn't even try approaching the bar. He edges around to the back, still watchful, and pulls out a cigarette and a book of matches. Maybe he'll smoke the whole thing, for once.

Tonight, he might even smoke the whole pack.

[Sariel approaches in male form & Raguel Freaks Out at the familiar face. It's determined that this is not the Saraquael who died in the flames, and sanity is somewhat restored. Conversation turns to the many failings of humanity, & R smokes like it's going out of style. Slowtimed.]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Pre-Milliways]

Guppy enters the bar a little hesitantly, hoping he isn’t going to be trapped again. He checks his watch is still going. Mitzi follows, rolling an egg along the ground. With some frustration he picks up the egg so that it doesn’t get trodden on and carries it to the bar, then checks his watch is still going. He puts it down and she sits on it. Ignoring the flamingo, he sits down and starts sorting out his tab. He gets himself an orange juice, checks his watch is still going, then heads outside to join Gil’s party. Feel free to grab him on the way out, or to talk to the flamingo if you so desire. She’s sitting on her egg, so she’s not going anywhere.

ex-last-scion.livejournal.com

Bethany walks in, but not in a kilt. She's not really the right shape for one right now, and probably looks more pregnant than the last time you saw her. However, in attempt to keep the spirit she's wearing a plaid sundress. She walks on outside.

futures_of_ash

Outside, after this, Rachel stalks around the edge of the bar, avoiing the edges of the party and distancing herself. She's in no mood.

Soon, fire blossoms, a giant bird of fire lifts it's wings into the sky and a primal, pained cry pours out along the psychic waves...and then darkness and silence.

Current Mood: Pained

pee-jee.livejournal.com

PeeJee's in the bar, but not for long.

She doesn't realize it's the Solstice, doesn't know about the rescue mission, and doesn't know it's Gil's birthday. But she does seem to recall that the 21st of June was when Asar-Suti said he and Gil were finally holding their housewarming party-- Suti asked her to go, and she's here.

Or rather, headed out there.

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

Roger sits on one of the booth tables, leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him. He's quietly tuning his guitar.

The general atmosphere in the bar's got him on edge -- though he has no idea what's going on -- and every so often, he glances toward the place where the door should be.

[Simon only, please.]

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm takes a seat at a table near the Bar. He has a Glenmorangie in his hand, and he's sipping at it slowly and absent-mindedly.

He noticed the group leaving through the door. He has only a vague idea of what they're doing, but none of it sounded good.

Well, at least he signed up for Barry Allen's medical team. Probably all he could do, but at least he did it. Now he sits there and hopes his help--and everyone else's help--will be as unnecessary later as it is right then.

Malcolm sips.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: In the Tonks-Wrangle flat, last night.]

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down from upstairs with his big red toolbox and looks for a spot where people who might look vaguely medical will be congregating. He's no physician, but he did offer to help where he could, and if nothing else he's at least got a bunch of first aid supplies.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: The Rescue.]

*The door to Milliways bursts open. Beyond, the smell of sea-salt, a great pile of rubble crashing to the ground...

...and the bodies of two dozen Death Eaters, riddled with gunslinger lead, lying on the grass.

In pours the rescue team, all in various states of injury and consciousness. Roland carrying Fleur, 'Bert and Raph, Faith holding up Bill, Ophelia, Hagrid cradling Tonks in his arms, Aziraphael, Raven, and finally Tim, after whom the door snaps shut.

Everyone is stock-still for a moment, in shock.*

balletrat

[OOC: Out of Milliways - Meg goes to investigate Anthy's Parisian past. What does she find? A woman wed to a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide, for a start.]

take-a-gamble.livejournal.com

[oom:Gamble reflects on the fight with Rachel]

After an hour or so, Gamble comes down the stairs after retiring his leather pants for the night.

*he hurries to the bar*

"Bar, I need a drink. A very strong drink. Please, a whiskey on the rocks."

*He waits for about five minutes before the bar puts up the drink and he quickly takes a guip of it*

Please come talk, it's been a long day and he's desperate.