milliways_bar | Jul. 5th, 2005

Jul. 5th, 2005

After talking with Serena, Rachel almost staggers to the bar and settles her chin in her hands, lip bleeding sluggishly and unheeded from two small, neat holes.

She'd failed. Big suprise.

What else could go wrong?

She'd make a list later.

At least she could feel the edges of shock setting in. Numb was good.

turnipman.livejournal.com

Of the many, many devices stored in the long, winding, and quite spooky on a bad day, corridors and store-rooms behind the kitchens, few are more powerful, more exciting, more able to cook a batch of thirty-five hamburgers to perfection in the blink of an eye, than the Super-Gravitational Antineutron-Powered Shock-Absorbing Baldrick-Proofed Able-to-withstand-temperatures-that-would-make-the-Sun's-core-look-like-a-sauna-for-wussies Big Bastard BBQ.

It takes Baldrick, all the rats, and a forklift truck to shift it to the main kitchen.

"Right! Well done all! This should be good for the July 4th BBQ!"

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Ending the day by the lake. Some mild FTB smut at the end. Otherwise, talk of nuptials, impending travels, and the many aliases of ~~Baby~~ Bernard Mickey Wrangle.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is lounging on the couch he and Susan most usually frequent. He is sadly hatless, wondering vaguely what the fourth of July is, and possibly keeping an eye out for Alanna.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is curled up in an armchair by the fire, scribbling away in what might be a notebook but really just screams DIARY. There's a giant mug of coffee beside her, and she's wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown and looking a wee bit on the sleepy side.

oneman_onevote

There is an assassin sitting calmly at the bar with a cup of coffee.

No, he is not wearing a shirt. Or any shoes.

...

If I said they were stolen away by the fairies, would you believe me?

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny is down in the bar. She can't sleep. Come talk, or read her a bedtime story or something. She would appreciate it.*

turnipman.livejournal.com

Baldrick and Wolf wheel out the massive BBQ to the lakeside. All the traditional 4th July foods are here: apart from an incredible selection of meats, there's corn on the cob, baked beans, watermelon...

He leaves a huge notice in the bar directing people outside for BBQ dinner specials.

"OK GUYS! BBQ TIME! What'll it be?"

[ooc: Baldrick-mun is not here, but Wolf-mun is!]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, sipping at a cup of coffee. Her notepad's sitting on the table beside her, but she's not paying it any attention at the moment. Instead, she's people watching.

Feel free to bother.

el-vago.livejournal.com

As a result of This thread there is now a puppy sulking in a corner. "It's cute in as much as it's a puppy, but it definitely looks like an unhappy puppy. It also looks very scared, confused, and quite insulted. As if being a puppy is a blow to its pride.

There is a possibly familiar looking rapier laying next to it, as it glares about. It is wearing a collar. Why not see if you can get close enough to read it?

((ooc:Mun is going to bed, but feel free to leave ~~pets~~ replys. She will love you for giving her something to reply to in the morning.))

gonna_live

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Roland and Kaylee hold a little palaver out by the lake.]

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah, looking a bit rumpled, and a bit like she'd slept in a booth -mostly because she had- was currently perched at the bar with a hand mirror, a bag of cotton balls and a bottle of peroxide, finally taking care of the myriad of scratches along her face and arms.

Aside from the general rumpled-ness, she did seem to be in a better mood than she had been the day before, but that was because she'd gotten to set things on fire, setting things on fire made everything better. Or at least put it all into perspective.

She'd probably enjoy company, despite the death glare.

book-moshi.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Book and Kaylee]

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[for the first time in over a week, Delia comes down into the bar. Not in her silken gown, but in jeans and a top from some party that she found in Indy's apartment.]

[and oh, she's carrying his gun]

[heading outside (air, air, she needs air), the young woman walks directly to her practice tree, and begins to fire]

[she's uncannily good at it.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

*Gorlim's in the bar wearing a Hat. his hat has Very Big Feathers on it. He looks very pleased with it. At least he's pleased with the feathers. He plays with them like a cat as he drinks tea.

He's keeping an eye out for Vago, but will welcome any conversation.*

Current Mood: awake

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

Cue one small, blonde vampire in the bar, still looking as modern-mermaidish as ever. Today, though, she has her pearls wound into her long, thick hair.

Recieving a dictionary, she beams with delight and goes to look for the one who sent it.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan's back by her window, sipping tea and watching the stars die. It's really quite soothing.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is in the bar, looking relaxed and refreshed. Several large packages are by her feet on the floor.

A vacation is a good excuse to shop. Not that she ever needs an excuse.

Feel free to see if she got you anything. She probably has.

http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/

Soft hair, too pale to truly be called 'blonde', shines from a random glimmer of light in his dark corner. Blue eyes, pale and peaceful and too pretty for a boy, some said, peer out from the edge of a blanket wrapped around him. The hand holding the blanket in place is small, white and bone-like in it's thinness.

Ghost hasn't been eating.

Ghost hasn't been sleeping.

[ooc: Mun has to go to an appointment. Will be back later]

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way down the stairs because trying to get any sleep in lower Manhattan on July 4th is really something of a lost cause. He'll deal with that tomorrow. Right now he just wants breakfast.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's at the bar, looking tired.

Which isn't suprising, given the circumstances.

He's eating a cinnamon bun. Or rather, picking at a cinnamon bun.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's at a table, an action figure (of wee!Anakin from Episode I) on the table beside her notebook and a pen. Surprisngly, for once, she's writing without any other books around her. Strange.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

OOM: The Day and Night Diner--Breakfast Shift.

OOM: The Day and Night Diner--Lunch Shift.

OOM: The Day and Night Diner--Dinner Shift.

[OOC: Each seperate thread in the entries might be at any time between July and August, 2003.]

last_adam

*Adam is in the corner. No breakfast. No coffee. No cider. He has a look of intense concentration on his face.*

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

*Brian's in a corner of the bar, reading (gasp!) a book, listening to (gasp!) a walkman, chewing on (gasp!) the knee of his jeans.

Come bug him!*

half-sidhe.livejournal.com

There's a Sidhe in the bar, sitting at a table with a club sammich half eaten and a Soda. She's got a book but she's more people watching than she is reading.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC:Baby is awake so may flit and out to take care of him]

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

There is a wizard in the bar.

And why the hells shouldn't there be?

Insert usual information about her being in a chair by the fire, trying to work her bum dent back in again, with a book and a beer, and you'll have a standard Eskarina Smith entrance post.

Like she's never really been away, even.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*There's a Barman at the Bar, drinking coffee, and drawing.

Looks like an outline of his flat, with another square tacked on.

Imagine that.*

[ooc: back later]

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Look.

Venkman in the bar.

With coffee and uniform handy.

Observing.

Have at.

Current Mood: chipper

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM:Tim is here. Come visit. Slowtime possible.))

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Let's pretend, for the moment, that Chloe's been up in her room. Because it's safe there, away from she!Tony and she!Ryan. But now, guess what, she's back downstairs, wandering around, looking for a place to sit and be comfortable with her nachos.

And if you aren't a harp-bearing harbinger of DOOM, she might just speak to you.

Milliways is so very eldritch.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

After her morning with the peroxide and cotton balls, as well as a bowl of insanely sugary cereal, Sarah had gone home.

But now she was back, and apparently in a better mood than she'd been in when she left. There was no way the tiny calico kitten perched on her shoulder and playing with the feathers in her hair had anything to do with it.

Sure, just the same way that there was no chance at all that the kitten's name was 'Squeaky'

Nope, totally not Squeaky.

She seems sociable at least this afternoon, with a plate of zucchini chips and a glass of orange soda, mostly ignored in favor of teasing the kitten with one of the feathers in her hair.

manofthecity.livejournal.com

And so Carrot Ironfoundersson opens the door to the Dwarf Bread Museum ...

... which opens into Milliways.

Somehow, that wasn't entirely unexpected.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is sitting in a booth trying to feed her son a jar of apricots. This first attempt at solid food is not going well with the wee one and the mushed baby food all over Claire's skirt is proof of that.

Come talk to her and save her clothing? Chances are she's missed you the past few weeks.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is out in the stables, pottering around and talking to the horses in between feeding them, changing their water and so on. He's not official staff, but nobody's told him he can't help out, so he is.

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

Gaspode is in the bar. He's still a little confused to be here, but he has given up his reluctance to talk, having heard about the other talking animals around and having met Mitzi. So feel free and come to talk to him.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is in the bar, wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves pulled down over his hands.

He's doing his best to hide the blue-scale development while he gets some food. It may or may not be working.

notasaint-joan.livejournal.com

Joan's outside again, strolling by the woods.

She'd welcome the company.

velocitygirl

Inyri sits at the bar, contemplating what to order.

Is it ever too early for Whyren's?

undignified

Wes is sitting at the bar, with a mostly-ignored glass of lum and a seemingly much more interesting plate of Oreos.

He's twisting them apart and putting the sides with cream back together again. Homemade double-stuffed Oreos. Just like all little kids love to make.

Yes, he is thirty-something.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti has fed the trilobites and is sitting in his usual chair near the fireplace, lightly leafing through a Greek Grammar, and occasionally giggling and taking notes.

No, he hasn't lost his mind.

Nor spiked his coffee, which he has as well, of course.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to early this morning, say...3-ish.]

Samantha sat at the bar, an orange juice in front of her. She looks a hell of a lot chipper than she did yesterday.

She had no idea where Andrew was, but hoped that he show up at some point...she really wanted to say something to him.

But for now, she was content to drink her orange juice, and did so with a small smile.

She's not adverse to being bothered, though.

http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/

It's ~~Not'Audrey~~ Ryan! Still a woman, still boycotting bras and now with new short haircut.

He's also barefoot since the bar tried to give him wedge sandals to wear with the dress it gave him.

And right now he's at the bar getting something to eat.

Current Mood: annoyed

mnt_raph

*You might not have noticed it, on account of it not being worthy of your notice, but the front door seems to have gone from opened to closed without making so much as a click.

You might catch a glimpse of a robed April O'Neil being carried by Leonardo, once they were half way up the stairs to the guest rooms. Chances are, what you did really see was a Raphael lagging behind. Keeping guard? Maybe. Just maybe.
After a few moments, once he's sure the coast is clear, he follows the other two upstairs.*

slayer_fray

Mel's in the bar.

Or, more specifically, above the bar, playing on the rafters like a climbing frame, spinning around one, flipping into handstands, and cartwheels.

Basically, she looks like she has energy to burn. As she has both gun and scythe on her, be careful nothing falls down and hits you.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting at the bar with a glass of water. He's just checked his tab, and for some reason it only lists things he's bought since he returned. Mysterious. But, that's put him in a fairly good mood, nonetheless.

So now he's gazing a little distantly down the bar, wondering what happened to the rest of the tab. His textbook, now Calculus, is closed in front of him. Not really in the mood for Calculus right now.

Feel free to bother. ~~His mun just got off work and could use entertainment.~~

[For 24-ways: Guppy and Behrooz talk about things turning out relatively well in Guppy's world, then some stuff about Mitzi using magic.]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

One Bianca Solderini is in the bar, looking for a book with a cross expression. Well, as cross as her expression gets in public, anyway. Retracing her steps, she finds the table where she and Arithon had been before and,

"Oh, there you are!"

Smiling with relief, she hugs the book to her.

[ooc: locked post, sorry]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

A rather dejected kitsune enters the bar. Her kitsune-ness is easily identifiable by the silver-furred fox tail, the dejected-ness by the fact that said tail is drooping and that the kitsune is muttering to herself. Other than all of this, she's wearing a pale grey jumpsuit with a utility belt. Some of the items there are recognizable from ThinkGeek, others look like she raided the prop department of various and sundry scifi TV shows.

Laini finds a chair to flop down in, and keeps an eye out for a waiter or wait rat, while fiddling with a pair of magnets she's tossing together to make interesting (or annoying!) spaceship sounds.

((Anyone can bug her, of course! You won't get sick unless ~~plot dictates~~ you want to.))

((Summary: Laini meets up with Chris, for general geekiness, House, for medical discussions of other plots (slowtimed), Sawyer for teasing and (eep) too much nosiness, Ace for cool toys and plot device, and Edward for green tea icecream shakes and talk of pets.))

emersonson.livejournal.com

Ramses is in a bar, remarkably enough.

He's sitting in a booth, reading up on some of his father's earlier work. He had been careful to ask for the year specifically, to avoid getting hints as to what the future might hold. Assuming he'll be able to get back to his future, at some point.

He may also be hiding from certain female members of his family.

Members, plural. It's only a matter of time, he suspects, before everyone here will fear the parasol as well.

not_that_spike

( yesterday morning, in Room 8 )

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

Chase is curled up in the corner of a booth, swinging his feet and staring intently at the floor, lost in thought.

Come distract him! He promises not to be all monosyllabic and depressing.

[OOC: Mun only has about two hours, possibly a little less.]

Current Mood: pensive

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Replying to this note from Tim.

"Bar, see that Tim gets this, would you? Or maybe someone on Security can give it to him. Thanks."

( Note for Tim Hunter, left with Bar. )

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Freshly-showered Castle inna bar with milkshake, iPod and wet spiky hair. He appears to be in a pretty cheerful mood, albeit kind of tired.

If mun only has an hour and a half on the computer, she might as well make the most of it and have both of her favorite pups in the Bar at the same time, wouldn't you agree?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's back in the bar. He's nursing a Scotch, looking peaceful.

And he's got that helplessly smug look that winners get just before they become winners... you know the one.

But it's been a good day. Come say 'Hi!'

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR wanders down the stairs in human form, only to immediately take car form as soon as he's reached the bar itself. His scanner flares for a moment, then settles into a steady, placid movement as he begins to drive. He's in a good mood today, and for once feels like just driving, rather than announcing his happiness by annoying the crap out of people.

badinlatin

And look! There's a Mal inna bar! Hooray! Oh, and the fact that Mal frantically looks around for a Companion's lack of presence before he enters into the bar should escape everyone's attention.

Not finding anyone to avoid, Mal saunters to the Bar to place an order for fried rice and vegetables when he hears . . . something going on in the rafters.

Feel free to have at anywho.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Nightmare: The Field Where I Died]

Jack's sitting in his usual spot by the fireplace, rubbing his forehead as a headache pounds inside his skull. The Tylenol hasn't kicked in yet. At the moment he only has his thoughts for company, and as he's trying to avoid those at all costs, distractions would be welcomed. Just be warned, he hasn't slept well, so he's a little slow today.

[ooc: ~~Dashing away for dinner--back in a half-hour. Tag and I'll reply when I get back~~ Back!]

[Summary: Jackzilla is having a rough day. Jack talks to Malcolm Reynolds about their respective worlds, because an ex-federeal agent and bitter war vet somehow actually makes for a good combination. Behrooz discusses post-season 4 with much awkwardness. Chris and Jack have a conversaton of geekiy avoidance until frinally getting around to talking about the State of their Union (tm Bridget), with some angst and a tweege of schmoop. Jack is worried about Chloe, before he realizes that she knews about Day 4 and the whole not-dead thing, whereupon he loses his temper at her. Finally Michelle stops by to offer some comfort, and there is angst and friendschmoop.]

Current Mood: stressed

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris is at the bar. Currently she has a glass of diet coke and a book. She's thankful for the book because it keeps her mind off of her worries.

You can disturb her if you wish.

el-vago.livejournal.com

There is still a puppy dragging a possibly familiar looking sword aimlessly around the bar. He is looking for people who will understand his plight. People who might speak dog, or at least be willing to comfort him. He looks quite sad, and a little angry, if dogs could glare, he would be scowling.

Come over and help him out. He wont bite. Probably.

Current Mood: distressed

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn Sun entered the bar with all the grace of a stampeding buffalo. She had been travelling for weeks, but none of that mattered now. She had wanted to get away and here she was, although she wasn't entirely sure where 'here' was. Never being one to ask for help, she approached the counter and sat on a stool. She had been staying sober to pilot the Prowler and she was tired of thinking straight. This looked like a bar and she needed a drink. What more could a girl ask for?

[OOC: This is my first time in Milliways, so if I'm doing anything wrong please let me know. Also I'd appreciate it if anyone could tell me anything important I need to know. Thanks, take pity on a poor amateur! ^_^]

Current Mood: Sober

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

It's evening, and there's a Ghostbuster in the bar, just watching and observing people.
Keeping an eye for the unusual.
(Or the really unusual by Bar standards.)

Also making sure he doesn't run into anybody who's into transformation spells.

Go ahead and bug him, or just talk to him.

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

When the door opens, framing one Sherlock Holmes, he's quite unprepared to be faced with Milliways this time, as well. For one, his waistcoat is nowhere to be seen, leaving him clad in only shirtsleeves, and for another, he's holding his violin, paused in the act of tightening and tuning the strings, the bow tucked under one arm.

With a suffering sigh, he closes the door behind him, settling in a chair and resting the violin against the tabletop with great care.

Oh go on. Ask him to play for you. The worst he can do is snark.

[Summary: Holmes' violin brings all the boys to the yard, yo. First he meets Yrael, and they play at word games for a bit before playing more literally together, a duet on their similar instruments. He is next pleasantly accosted by Peter Wimsey, from his own future, and they share a bit of talk about Watson and investigation before improvising together on violin and piano. He's reasonably nice--even sweet--to ElVago-turned-puppy, but refuses to play the violin for a dog, to Andres' great disappointment. Holmes then plays the violin for Random, but a pleasant meeting turns into a disturbing realization of Holmes' occasional drug habit, and they part well, if uneasily. Last of all, Holmes mildly fangirls over Taliesin, then plays for him as well.]

nita_callahan

Nita. Bar. Tea. A copy of A Wrinkle in Time by Madelein L'Engle that the Bar kindly supplied.

[OOC: ~~Mun will be back in about 20-30 min.~~ Back!]

the_lioness

[OOC: Alanna posted a notice in the office for all of security.]

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Peter comes downstairs, looking rested, and turns in his room key. The Bar leaves the key on the counter, but provides a steak sandwich, a small tub of mixed vegetables, and a sizeable vanilla shake.

He's startled; it's been a while since he's had anything approaching a proper meal. He'd almost forgotten how perceptive the bar can be.

Slowly, he smiles. "Thanks, Bar," he says quietly. Ater returning his room key to his trouser pocket, he scoops up the food and heads outside to the lake.

Current Mood: surprised

mogget_cat

*Pretty white kitty in the bar, curled up in an unlikely looking position on the Bar-top.*

bloodyrockgod

The front door opens, as it often does.

A mini-bassist steps through, as has happened before.

He looks around, clutching the handle of his battered guitar case, and even smiles a little before closing the door on the sounds of the nightclub behind him.

He sits at the bar, sitting up straight in an attempt to look older--but before he can start to speak a note appears. He reads it--he has no idea who Delia is, but any good news is good, yeah?

Anyway. Time to feed this growing boy, and then he wants to find his friends.

syfte.livejournal.com

Syfte, booth.

She's photographing the floor.

No, really. Stop-motion shots of people's feet. ~~Inspired by an accidental shot of Bernard's shoe.~~

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

Gaspode has gotten himself pen and paper and scribbled down a note for wolf He leaves it at the bar with the notion that it should be handled confidential, i.e. keep it away from Virginia!!!

Current Mood: nervous

asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com

Remy's sitting in his chair once again. A beer on each side and a smoke in his mouth. He's currently writing something in a small spiral notebook.

My chair goes to Eddie....the alarm is to be killed

*he laughs*

Come ask him what he's writing.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Enter the Necromancer.

She's sweating and rubbing her face off. In a pair of shorts and a tanktop she's been running outside. She should start her other excersizes but she's still stalling on the whole settling in process. For the moment though jogging helps relieve tension and makes it easier to sleep.

She heads to the bar, rubbing her face down and gives it a stern glance "No cake"

She says at first "How about a towel, a liter of water, and some fruit please.."

And then she slides up onto a stool.

Feel free to bother.

thecoolone

Bill sits with his feet up on an adjacent chair, a copy of Coptic Charms and Curses from Troubled Times in his hands. It's one of a curse-breaker's bibles, really, although he's not looked through it in some time.

Idly, he wonders how a copy of it ended up in Room 42 but he knows the answer.

It's magic.

At his side are a small replica of a pyramid, a glass containing some sort of ruby red liquid, and the inevitable parchment, quill, and ink. The ink today is sapphire blue. Every now and again, the pyramid gives off a greenish glow.

lordpeter.livejournal.com

There is a man in the bar in tidy trousers and a diamond-patterned jester's shirt of the mediaeval type; he does not appear to think this is unusual. The shirt does, at least, look comfortable and warm.

There is a half-eaten sandwich, and a nearly-empty pint of beer. There is a room key with #12 written on it.

There are books, too. And a notebook, open on the table, filled with maps and notes. Some appear to be drawings of Milliways. Some are clearly quotes copied out of books. Some look like mathematical formulae.

Lord Peter may not have been prominently visible, but he has certainly not been wasting his time at Milliways.

puckishly.livejournal.com

"My darling Lady Bar, is there any way I could persuade you to abandon your crusade for fabric?"

Nothing is laughing at Puck. No. No way.

He shrugs. "Well, I suppose things can always get worse." A glance to the Bar. "Feel no need to act on that, sweet."

ms-w-harker.livejournal.com

Mina glides down the stairs and looks around. She smiles and pauses at the bar to order a glass of blood.

radiant-brow.livejournal.com

Taliesin the harpist ambles into the bar, the harp in a sack on his back. There seems to be plenty of music tonight, so he settles at the bar and watches the people with wide, interested eyes.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((OOM: Tim is waiting for anyone who wants to talk to him. Anyone. anyone at all. Waiting. Patiently. Very patiently for him. *Innocent whistle* Oh, right, the link here.))

true_desire

Desire is up to no good.
After all, the Endless has been chatting with Puck, and those two putting their heads together has to be trouble.

Now, Desire is sitting in Regulus' favorite spot, sipping a drink. The cigarettes are momentarily nowhere to be seen.

[ OOC: The 'mun is verging on overthreaded, but I have plots to do. If you want to play, ping me! I'll be game until I'm about to fall over. ;) ]

theyounger.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

Gary stumbles into the bar, a bottle in his fist. If he was in his cups, he probably would have tumbled out of them already. At this point, however, the polite terms no longer really apply and one can say that Gary is drunk.

[ooc: mostly for Alanna of Trebond, but feel free to stop by]

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

He's had enough of the room. Feels like the walls are closing in on him. He doesn't bother to check if Cameron or Wilson is in the room with him, he doesn't care. he needs to get out.

He grabs his cane and heads for the stairs. His leg is stiff, his limp more pronounced, his step heavily weighted to the left. He growls and grunts, and eyes the stairs with some hesitation.

But he's got to go down sometime. He needs food, even though the thought of eating makes him feel nauseous. Maybe just a drink, to start.

The steps are difficult. He takes his time, cursing under his breath. Reaching the bottom, he wipes the sweat off his brow and stands, back against the wall for a long moment. A very long moment.

[OOC the second: Mun will be away from 9-10:15ish EST]

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam runs in through the lake door, from the direction of the stables where Alex was teaching him to ride Ghost, and takes his place behind the Bar.

"What'll it be?"

collects_ears

George walks behind the bar, the spring back in his step.

He's in a very good mood.

"Tonight's specials are: thai peanut chicken, grilled chicken caesar salad, and white chocolate raspberry truffles. Tonight's drinks are Sacrilicious , San Francisco and classic Sangria ."

"What'll it be?"

chelleuncurled

Michelle tells herself she shouldn't drink. She tells herself this enough times that it's almost a mantra. But, hell, her ex-husband/lover is now a woman and although he's sleeping on the couch, he's pretty much avoiding her. And it was funny but now it's starting to get kind of lonely and she's missing him.

So, she's sitting at the Bar and trying to decide what drink to order.

-pseudolus-.livejournal.com

[OOM: What price freedom?

Pseudolus looked around, letting out a long wolf whistle. "This isn't Tychus' Tavern!"

After looking around in wonder for a few moments, he straightens out his tunic and decides to act naturally.

Unfortunately, he's still gawking, so his efforts are for naught. He is whistling something that sounds suspiciously like "A Comedy Tonight."

notasaint-joan.livejournal.com

Joan comes in through the back door, and decides to get some dinner. The grilled chicken caesar salad sounded good so she ordered some at the bar. The bar decided to behave itself mostly, though it gave her another Shirley Temple with her meal.

"Yes, let's rub it in my face that I can't drink yet shall we?" She mutters as she takes her order, and finds a handy table.

Anyone want to talk to a non-nun girl with a direct connection to the Almighty?

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti sits by the fire.

He's frantically learning Greek.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard's still in the bar.

The drawing of the baby's room has become increasingly detailed.

...Yeah, he's really geeking out.*

Current Mood: busy

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM - April's Not-So-Excellent Adventure: Her trip to LA didn't quite go as planned, having been trailed there by the Foot (le gasp!) Leo and Raph came to her rescue in various threads to be linked in a big, ol' summary later, once slowtime is completed. After, April wakes up in a random hotel room and has a heart-to-heart with Raph before the boys bring her back to Milliways.

She's currently up in her room, generally looking and feeling like crap, but absolutely open to visitors. If your pup was one of the few who knew her and might have heard the word of mouth, please feel free to pop by, here. She'll certainly love you for it.]

gone_byebye

Ray emerges from upstairs, smelling vaguely like several different chemical reagents and giving the general impression of someone who's been eyeball deep in abstractions and experiments for hours on end.

The entrance post would be longer if Ray's mun wasn't typing around a large orange and white cat with a tendency to walk on the keyboard.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

Bonnie walked downstairs in overalls. Really, that wasn't that different, but it indicated one thing: Work.

She stepped up to the bar and placed her hand on the surface. "Bar, can I get something on airflow dynamics, excluding Bernoulli's principle as used for flight?"

When the book appeared, she smiled. "Great. Notebook too?"

It was a binder, thick - like the one Kitt had, she noticed.

Well, the one Kitt had had. This one just happened to say "KARR" across the front instead of "KNIGHT".

Bonnie smirked. "Yeah, yeah..."

But with her book and her notebook and the coffee that obligingly appeared as well, she sat down and began to pore.

blue_ajah

Moiraine steps from the air and glides to the bar, where-- instead of tea -- she obtains a glass of white wine.

Her composure is absolute. Utterly absolute.

She returns to her preferred table and takes a seat, calmly studying the room.

[OOC: Moiraine and Nita discuss the link between Nita and Asmodean. Slowtimed.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

Romana grumbles as she enters Milliways. Stupid TARDIS is acting up which makes her more than just slightly irritable. Ah well. The bar is better than the potato farm she'd been stuck on for the last week or so.

She tosses her manual onto the table and orders a few bottles of Atlantean wine before taking a look through it. She'll figure it out or she'll scrap the fool thing and get the new type. Assuming she can hitch-hike to Gallifrey.

She may feel very foolish about sulking but she's sulking nonetheless.

Current Mood: cross

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is heading down to the conference room reserved for the Enterprise's weekly briefing for the Science Department. All in all, he'd much rather be tunneling. Lt. Peck is handling the meeting today and is capable of sucking all interest out of a discussion and boring just about every sentient life-form the Federation has encountered to tears (or the nearest biological equivalent).

So his joy was understandable when the door let him into Milliways instead.

"Wha...YES! FREEDOM!"

He makes a bee-line for the Bar. "A quarter kilo of graphite, please," he says. "And I must say, Bar, you are a sight for sore radiation recievers."

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters with the twins. For a change of pace, they order a picnic lunch from Bar and make their way out back, where Snow spreads out a comfortable blanket before they settle down to eat*

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

*Brian's still got his Greenpeace tabard on when he comes bounding into the bar, clipboard clutched to his chest and pen-on-elastic sproinging merrily at his side*

Current Mood: bouncy

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

Charles is in the high-backed overstuffed armchair by the fireplace (now that's funny, I thought it used to be in the corner... How did that happen.) that he's somewhat taken over, doing what he usually does. Sipping at a glass of wine, and watching people. Or beings, if the case may be.

Every once in a while, a particularly interesting scene catches his eye, and his gaze pauses there for a few moments to watch.

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael comes into the bar. He tosses an empty breadbag into the bin behind the Bar as he passes, and goes outside to the lake to water and threaten his tiny sprouting apple tree. It's a while before he comes back in, looking tired*

futures_of_ash

Rachel..still looking a bit withdrawn, certainly not happy, but there's a very big distraction available. It weighs several pounds, hard bound, and takes enough concentration to read that she can just pretend it's a normal day...

So she's reading "The Human microcosm" once more, slowly, and though distractuion would make her lose her place, well, blinking does that too...

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is quietly drinking a cup of tea by the windows. On the table, Chuchu is demolishing a package of crackers.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn heads outside to take a look at the lake. Since she was staying here for a while it wouldn't do any harm to see some of the sights mentioned to her. She sits down by the lake and gazing over it's glittering expanse feels a twinge next to her heart. Why couldn't he be here to enjoy it with her?

[OOC: Here for about another hour! Second post hurrah. Still relatively new though.]

Current Mood: lonely

bythebrook.livejournal.com

Ophelia twirls in and sets off around the room, stopping to see various friends and family and lovers.

But you can probably catch her inbetween people, if you like.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's sitting at a table, the same action figure (Anakin Episode I), that she is somehow convinced is of Ender, and her notebook out. This time, however, she has another book with her. Please feel free to tell her that the little figure eying her work is not really of her brother.

gonna_live

" -- Sanvrik," says Kaylee, looking behind her. "You'd think Shepherd've just stopped in the bar, instead of drinkin' that gŏushĭ -- get somethin' doesn't taste like dirt -- oh."

She beams at Simon, who follows her in. "Speak of the devil, and all."

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar. With beer. Playing chess with the flamingo.
He is a happy bunny today. Come say hello and he will grin at you. A lot.

i-weep.livejournal.com

I know you.
Astarael is in the bar.
You know me.
Suicide colored eyes scan the room
Weep, weep, weep and weep,
For pauper, dolt, and slave!

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is in the bar.

He's not wearing a hat.

Any hat.

He is, however, sitting at the bar eating dinner.

flybywash

And Wash is back on one of the couches, still at work with his datapad, still wearing the I ♥ NY T-shirt he picked up on Earth-That-Was (underneath an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, of course). The usual flight plan schematics have been ditched in favour of a detailed map.

They'll be on Callisto in a few days' time: the edge of the Core proper.

Time to stake out a good dump-diving spot.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[OOM: From 3rd July - I don't think this has been linked yet, sorry for the delay! Barty is out by the lake in a bad mood. Lilly comes out and cheers him up. Alain comes out. At first they are polite and Barty talks about Hogwarts, then he storms off after mentioning his friend who died in the recent attack on the Death Eaters. Lilly and Alain remain, and Lilly tells him of her plans to use Barty for information.]

gramarye1971

One cup of tea, with the obligatory rose petal floating lazily on the dark surface.

One special issue of a scholarly journal, dedicated to palaeontological excavations in the Gobi Desert -- and entitled Paleozoic Within the Body.

And one Ohtori Academy student, sitting at a table near the observation window, sipping the former and quietly poring over the latter.

[OOC: Player is currently not in chat, but will be around to respond to replies until 0100 GMT.]