milliways_bar | Jul. 8th, 2005

Jul. 8th, 2005

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

OOC: GIP yay Danii I love you. <3

*Slack.

Bar.

Coors Light, because Kathleen seemed to like it, anyhow, and she's had plenty of Strega.*

nosortofangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel. Bar. Watching as though he wants to eat someone. Which he might, come to that. It is Gabriel after all.

((Warning for Gabriel being ~~horribly sadistic.~~ beaten to hell.))

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is sitting on the banister again, swinging his legs idly. He's a little bored.

notasaint-joan.livejournal.com

ooc: mun's showing off her shiny new icon so it's another Joan post! thxs again Drusilla-mun!

Joan's still walking in the woods, and watching the stars overhead.

Lovely night for a stroll in the woods.

(And no, she has no idea about the dangers, even though she's met Puck)

Current Mood: calm

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Insomnia in the Tonks-Wrangle flat]

gramarye1971

[OOM: In Room ∞-1, last night. Mikage unexpectedly receives a gift that has some...sentimental value.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David comes into the bar, specifically to give something to Van Helsing. He lays down an envelope on the bar, and asks her to pass it along to him.

Inside the envelope, is one feather and a letter which reads:

( Master Van Helsing - )

And then he steps back and, spying Nick, starts to head in that direction.

But not before a package pops up for him. He takes it, smiling, and heads to say hello.

Current Mood: chipper

collar-fetish.livejournal.com

Okay, he was never going to near any space plants again. Ever. It was just something he would avoid at all costs now. Even if they were given to him by pretty girls from another planet. Really.

Even if this was funny for them -- which it was quite obviously, since they had been giggling as they had looked at him and petted him, it was not for Kyle. Nope. How was he supposed to fight crime when he was...he was a puppy, for heaven's sake!?

And somehow, possibly by a twist of fate, he found himself at Milliways. Perfect timing, you know. He had run away from the insane teenage alien girls and had caught something about how he would turn back, but he hadn't exactly been listening as he fled in fear of what they might do next.

He had settled so that he transformed his ring into a collar. He didn't want to lose it, after all.

So the little puppy wandered around the bar, looking for someone who could help him as he tried to avoid being stepped on made into a little Kyle Rayner puppy pancake.

futures_of_ash

Rachel's just...walking around really. She's had a few rough runs today, relaxation is out of the question, and her energy levels made insomnia a reality.

So, like a good little telepath, she made it to Milliways. And headed outside...to wander...aimlessly..

elhombrelobo.livejournal.com

One black wolf, entering the bar.

He hasn't been a wolf for a while now.

Then again, he hasn't been in the bar at all for a while now.

Or drinking his usual Atlantean.

But he's here now.

Skulking about in the Darkened Corner™ of Milliways Bar, as is his habit, and hoping not to run into anyone unpleasant.

~~[OOC: It's three am; I can't write better than this. *yawneth*]~~

Current Mood: wolfy

gramarye1971

[OOM: In Room ∞-1.

The path before you has been prepared....]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Tony wants to be alone. ]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes in from the back with a vase of sunflowers, and leaves them with the bar.

"Give these to Tonks," he says.

Then, he vanishes back into staff quarters.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Look up and you'll see Barry Allen in the rafters. Yes, folks, he's finally figured out how to get up there.

He sits quietly, looking down on the Bar. He's thinking about fairies, and the staff, and about acts of evil on the worlds the Bar is linked to. And about the very odd fact that the Bar not only has patrons from so many Earths, but also from so many versions of the late 20th and early 21st centuries. Is this a clue to the identity of the Landlord? Or just a random conicidence?

No matter. The view from above is different, and Barry looks down.

[ooc summary: Barry and Steph talk about the Landlord, and Batman. Barry meets Mitzi, and learns more about Andres and Q. Barry meets Dr. Malcolm Crowe and gets his name for the medical registry.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: She's not telling anyone.)

Ace wanders into the bar from lakeside, looking... well, bored, for one. Seems the woe cycle of Milliways is taking another turn, and yet again she's left with nothing to do besides wait and worry. This is really getting old.

She hops up onto a barstool and contemplates the specials board, trying to decide if she should have something new for breakfast, or stick with the old favorites.

gone_byebye

Ray went home last night; for all that it's 2004 on his world, and for all that his world's been rather different from other Earths since somewhere around the end of the Reagan administration, the newspapers everyone was reading yesterday left him wanting to check and make sure everything back home was okay. And it was, for the most part. Yeah, the North Korean leadership was sounding more insane than your average Bond villain, but that was nothing unusual...

Anyway, he's back in the bar, and today he appears to be tinkering with his proton pack when he's not eating breakfast, so.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil makes a really nice breakfast with everything - crispy bacon, waffles, freshly baked muffins, tea and coffee, fruit juices, cereal with little marshmallows in it - and delivers the groaning tray to the Wrangle/Tonks flat with a stay-fresh charm so nothing gets hot/cold/stale before it is required.

Then he goes out to the bar to hunt for empties.

Might as well do it while it's quiet.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is seated at a table, looking rested and relatively relaxed. She's glancing over some cold cases that Catherine had thoughtfully brought her.

Feel free to bother.

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

Gaspode has seen seen Asar-Suti to late, and only out of the corner of his eyes. He dashes after him, but probably to late. He tries to follow the distinct purple magic-tiger-cat-man-smell, but, entering a passage he hasn't seen before, loses it near the kitchen, being distracted.

He is still wearing the sign:

"I'm looking for Xanth. Please help!"

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

"Woof!"

A little dog is barking at the door of the first room in the staff rooms. There's a large chunk of bacon at his feet and a sign on his back that says:

"I'm looking for Xanth. Please help!"

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

An annoyed woman is sitting at the bar, tapping her fingers idly on the bar. She looks bored and stressed. She hasn't been sleeping well. More than anything she wished for some excitement, some of the old life. A shoot-out, saving the world, anything. Instead she sat there, tapping her fingers and being bored.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's sitting at a booth, idly reading more of her book. There's a half empty strawberry milkshake on the table beside her, as well as a plate of honey wafers.

Feel free to interrupt; she's not paying that much attention to the book anyway.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter's awake, and downstairs in the bar with his usual. He's continuing to take notes and observe. The mood seems subdued today.

Feel free to interrupt him.

OOC Summary: Whee, it's beastly and full of DOOM! Flavors come in Heavy DOOM, Mild DOOM, and De-DOOMified.
Heavy DOOM: Peter and Naraht talk about Q and Puck turning people on a whim, and humiliating them for fun. There's a lot of righteous anger, and then uh-oh, Venkman's emotional control goes ka-blooey. Naraht takes him out to the lake to calm down, only Venkman doesn't in time and ends up nearly drowning as result. Sharpe and Nick assist with the rescue and CPR, while Naraht fetches Ray.

Mild DOOM: Peter and Malcolm talk about Malcolm's recent discussion with Ray, and his experiment with putting his hand through a table which worked out too well, and left Malcolm with a bizarre hand that doesn't seem to be all there. Peter agreed to have him and Ray help Malcolm solve the problem.

De-DOOMified: Peter meets Asar-Suti, and they talk about Ray, mithril, and Peter's studies into the mind. (slowtimed)

Current Mood: contemplative

gorlim.livejournal.com

*Gorlim's at the bar with a plate of peaches. He seems to be having a chat with a staff rodent about produce. It's nothing that can't be interrupted.*

Current Mood: content

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah's back once again, kittenless this time, currently she still hates being a superhero, but she'll get over it when things settle down again, or something comes up that she can actually help with.

She's got a smallish flute on the table in front of her. She can play a bit, but it's in her blood, just like the dances. Right now though she's just picking at her lunch, a slice of pizza that took up the whole plate (before she'd eaten half of it) and a strawberry lemonade with actual strawberries.

She could probably use some company.

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polly bounces down the stairs, she has her drawing pad in her hand. She sits at the bar and looks around. She doesn't recognize anybody. She starts sketching anyway. Fell free to come over and tell her to stop drawing you.*

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Peter's in the bar, noshing on an apple at the counter and looking decidedly happy. Running into one's father-brother-teacher-best friend tends to have that effect.

Apparently the bar provided parchment, quill and ink, because he's trying to write something in between bites of the apple.

Feel free to interrupt him, if you wish.

Current Mood: happy

mini-supes.livejournal.com

Borrowing a few books from the Titans library had seemed like a good idea at the time. Taking them to the bar to read? Had also seemed like a good idea at the time.

Neither of those things seem like very good ideas now, though. It'd help if he could actually comprehend what the hell they were -saying-. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't understand genetic mumbo jumble, and he's reduced to slumping in the booth after hours of trying, -glaring- at the books.

Really, it's a miracle he did make it through hours. But he's determined, damnit.

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

The Joker comes down the stairs, juggling what looks for all the world to be an incendiary device, singing.

( I've got a loverly bunch of coconuts )

And he's tossing the bomb in time to the music.

(Summary: Guppy feels Security needs to know about the bomb, and fetches Raph. Raph talks Joker into giving it to him, but wait! There's a motion sensor on it! ooo! Guppy turns the bomb to water as Bernard, the bomb expert, comes up. Bernard inadvertantly hurts Guppy's feelings and dismisses Raph. Then he and Joker have a heart-to-heartless about bombs and bruising the rules.
OR:Naraht eats the bomb.
OR:Barty and Joker discuss blowing the shit outta the bar.
Take your pick.)

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Sorceress at the piano, playing Schubert's Serenade.

She's happy, mostly because of who the song reminds her of.

Come and chat.

[Summary: Iris and Suti talk. Iris may have to give up her soul to stay at Milliways...literally.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in the bar with coffee and a Su doku puzzle. Mitzi is sitting on his head trying to plait some of his hair with her beak.
Come say hi.

not_that_spike

( Room 8: middle of the night )

mnt_raph

*Raph turns back to the bar after closing the front door. He stands there for a moment, lost in what could only be thought...and by the look of it, they aren't good thoughts. A glance at the stairs, and he's off towards the Bar. He needs a drink.

Beer for courage.*

notasaint-joan.livejournal.com

After this, Joan's not taking walks outside for a while.

She'd huddled up in a booth with a big chocolate sundae, and some Oreo cookies.

Go ahead and tell her to eat something healthier for lunch.

Current Mood: scared

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Sam's in the lake!

She's floating on her back, letting the sun hit her face.

This would not be a good time to run and startle her, but a quiet hello would be nice.

alwaysroomforhope

A girl and her dog. Well, Superboy's dog really, but Steph's grown oddly fond of the little bundle of lick lately. So - a girl and her flying dog.

Lucky she's got friends, or she'd never keep up with said flying dog. She swoops down the stairs on her flying skaterug, following Krypto across the bar to the lake door. Outside, they settle into a scene of happy domesticity: Steph practicing loops and turns over the lake on her skaterug, Krypto following her about and tumbling around her heels, every so often attempting to lick her face.

Occasionally, Steph sneezes. She must be getting a cold or something.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle is curled up in the corner of a booth with iPod, book, potato chips and beer. He looks content.

He is also listening to Bruce Cockburn. Yes--the right-wing, torture-happy, yay-for-blowing-things-up federal counterterrorism agent is happily rocking out to "If I Had a Rocket Launcher."

And yes, he gets that the song is meant to be ironic and satirical. He just likes singing along with the chorus out of context.

[For 24-Ways: Castle meets Iris the Sorceress and they have a nice chat about magic, technology and the differences between Earth and Xanth.]

not_that_spike

Spike's sitting at the bar, three empty shot glasses and a full ashtray in front of him.

And another full shot of whiskey in front of him, and another cigarette in his hand.

Guess I'll be here a while.

Another lousy night's sleep, another Friday with no sign of Elaine.

He's not smiling.

slayer_fray

The front door is open.

The first impression you get on looking through is one of height. Immediately outside the door is a space, about the width of a wide road, beyond which there is an abandoned flat roof surrounded by dirty, ugly buildings stretching up towards an unnatural looking sky, packed with clouds of a variety of colours.

The noise of urban winds and distant engines can be heard, and occasionally a flying vehicle will zip past the door. As you approach the door to take in more of the view, further vehicles can be seen flying between the buildings above and below the door, which appears to open out of the blank face of a wall. You would have to get very close indeed to be able to peer down the thousand or so feet to get a glimpse of the ground through the fog.

And your way would be blocked by one of the bar’s Slayers, leaning against the doorframe, scythe tucked behind her backpack, toes curling over the blunt edge of the wall, hair whipping back with the wind, with one hand resting on the outside wall.

Mel is just standing there, neither in the bar nor out of it, keeping the door open by standing in the way of it’s closing, head bowed, looking down, and not moving.

undignified

Wes is sitting in a booth, feet up on the bench, a half-~~empty~~full glass of lum on the table.

Beside the glass: a small Ewok action figure. In his hands: a toy X-wing.

He did try to put the Ewok into the cockpit, but it didn't quite fit. So unfortunately, the fighter doesn't have an Ewok pilot. It's currently pilot-less, as Wes waves it about, pretending to fly it, putting it through maneuvers that might possibly seem familiar to other X-wing pilots, if they squint.

But probably not.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

After having spent the night with Svava and Archie, Arithon comes down and acquires a meal from Bar.

Go ahead and talk to him, he tends not to bite.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Sam wanders in from the lake, starving. Absolutely starving. So to the bar she goes, humming a song, pushing her wet hair back, shuffling along in bare feet.

She grabs a seat at Bar, pulling her pink jacket sleeves up, pulls on her shorts, and orders a slice of pizza.

Come and talk to her.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was out by the lake, well, rather, on a raft in the lake, wearing proper swim attire of course, her suit was black, aside from the zig-zag of yellow diagonally across the front, Bobby insisted it was lightning, Sarah herself insisted in turn that it made her look like a bumblebee, but it was comfortable, and covered everything that needed covering.

The raft was a plastic inflatable thing that she'd brought from home, shaped more or less like a thundercloud, pearly grey and everything. Cat and Roxy had found it ages back and just had to get it for her.

She was mostly relaxed in the balmy evening air, one leg dangling into the water, she was playing her flute, just letting the breeze guide the song. As with most Native American flute songs, it was improvised. Sarah's sounded somewhat mournful, somewhat soothing, all undertoned with something wild and a little hungry, chasing its own tail through the longer, drawn out notes.

She's been out there a while, she could probably stand an interruption.

iustus_rex

Edmund wanders downstairs in what seems to him to be late afternoon, dressed... somewhat differently than he has been.

This is most likely because he's dressed to go riding.

In Narnian court dress.

With a sword.

He stops at the bar for tea.

el-vago.livejournal.com

There's a clown in the bar again. This clown has no kind of luck. He appears to be pretty angry, but does look to be in a slightly better mood than last night. This fact would be rather frightening to most Castillians.

The clown is sitting in a booth reading a book. Or perhaps using reading a book as an excuse to not look around. Why not distract him?

Current Mood: angry

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

[At the lake, Something wicked this way comes]

The door from the lake bursts open as a rather attractive young man with blonde hair bursts in with sword drawn. He is wearing a slightly oversized, and absolutely hideous coat. It is ostentatious, and a hideous shade of yellow. A thin scar runs down the right side of his tan face.

"AT THEM!"

The door shuts behind him. He glances around at the bar, his warcry dying in his mouth.

"...This isn't the right place."

He turns around to address his subordinates and finds the door shut. He opens the door to yell at them, and finds a lake instead of a crowded alley. He turns back around.

Yeah, he's got nothing.

Welcome to Milliways, Simon Azazel.

all-three-wskrs.livejournal.com

A Navy soldier was in the bar.

He'd been there for a while, but he'd been off to himself. Out in the woods, actually, roughing it, and figuring things out. Kind of amazing, though, having a real roof overhead. But that didn't quite jive with what he was doing - hand-sewing patches into his old uniform.

nita_callahan

Nita's dozing lightly in an armchair -- the aftereffects of last night's healing, no doubt. There's a faint frown on her face, creasing her forehead.

Go on, wake her up. She won't mind.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's at a booth.

He looks calm. Not particularly happy. Just... calm.

And he's drinking Scotch.

scares-me.livejournal.com

Jane walks over to the bar, a little distracted by her book of Dylan Thomas poetry, but manages to find a stool and sit down. A salad appears in front of her and she starts eating kind of absently, the book open across the bar, trying to eat and read at the same time and being pretty successful all things considered. It's a habit.

[ooc: Locked for Stephen, thank you.]

[For 24-ways: Stephen finds Jane. She doesn't react well to running into her doesn't-know-he's-going-to-die-terrorist-father. There's arguing and tears and desperate explanations before Jane just walks away and Stephen nabs her book.]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

*Garion trots outside, the Sword of the Rivan King visibly strapped to his back until he's close to the lake. He pulls it out and, with a small smile, begins to move in the swordforms Barak taught him. He'll get to the forms Mandorallen and Hettar added, and probably end up practicing some of the knife work that Silk taught him, but for right now, it's big movements: chops and swings.

He's a little rusty, but that's what practice is for.*

the-damsel.livejournal.com

April had lost the sling, mostly because she was stubborn. It wasn't as though the arm was broken, after all. It just hurt like hell.

Gingerly, she made her way down the stairs and settled onto a stool at the bar. Chewing still hurt, and she couldn't mix alcohol with her medication, so a chocolate shake it was. She looked alright, aside from the large bruise running up her jaw and the various cuts and scrapes. She was good at faking it. Besides, she was happy.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace.

Inna booth, with a pizza. Pepperoni with extra cheese, if you really wanted to know. And root beer. Because root beer just goes with pizza.

Surely she isn't going to finish that whole thing by herself.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's at a booth, reading a datapad and sipping some Tarisian Ale. The datapad is about 'fashionable and tasteful woman's clothing in classic Nubian styles'. Why Atton is reading this, who knows?

Come, bother him, he could do with something more interesting than observing 'elegant gowns in a green that was all the rage in the Theed court thirty years ago, with subtle lacing and a modest cut'.

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Yes, ok. Chloe in the bar.

Why? Because she's a masochist.

She's sitting in a booth, eating from her usual platter of fruit and drinking her usual water.

And lo, she can be bugged.

mnt_mike

[oom: Rm 134:
Where Indy and Raph break the news of Mel's departure to Mike.]
set your phasers to woe

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Baker Street, 221B: Action and Reaction
A day after speaking with Random, Holmes seeks relief from his drug of choice.]

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Laini's down in the bar. She's poking at a bowl of chicken soup, in between sneezes, palm pilot down, forgotten, on the table next to her. She's also trying very hard not to scratch the red rash on her arms, and looking generally unhappy about her state of affairs at this moment.

((Post open to all- your chars don't have to get sick if the muns don't want it!))

((Summary: Chur comes over, and gets Laini some tea. The two furries discuss humans, and mothers, and universal truths (which cover those previous subjects). Logan also comes over. He's sick too, but that doesn't rule out snuggling and talking. He takes Laini-as-fox up to his room, for honest sleep for the both of them. Another time, Duo comes over, to see how Laini's doing. She mentions some goings-on in Furhold, and Duo offers his services in blowing things up, if that's needed.))

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[[OOM: After finding out about Sawyer's torture, Claire updates her journal. Millitimed to early Tuesday morning.]]

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

The door admits a young blonde in a rather revealing outfit and a rather bad mood.

She stops in mid-stalk as she finds herself in a destination entirely unlike the one she was expecting. After a moment of blinking and checking for anything dangerous, she shakes her head and, making the best of an unusual situation, heads to the Bar. She flips a few gold coins onto it, and is instantly rewarded with a beer.

After a moment of suspicious glaring, she takes a swig.

[Summary:
Sonia and Logan talk stuff including how she is NOT friends with Dracula and he's gonna get the guy who murdered his ex.
Sonia Does Not Trust Vampires, including ones named Serena, who leaves to sic Security on her.
Security, in the form of Alanna, reminds Sonia that Violence is Not Allowed.
Bonus: distraction by Vampire Hunter D!]

Current Mood: frustrated

futures_of_ash

It's one of those days for Rachel, seems like it's the week for them, and she's tired. Tired of feeling like hell, tired of thinking really. Tired.

Seems the mood in Milliways isn't exactly the tonic she needs either. Too many people with piece meal lives trying to hold things together and failing...or perhaps she's just a very cynical telepath tonight. Drinking ins't really the oblivion she's seeking, she needs something more...cartharitic. Purging. Energy burning.

As if on cue, Bar brings up a large bottle of water and a small towel. Perfect. A grim, smile and she's out the door.

She's not out to heal the world tonight, just push past it all into sheer, physical exertion. It's a dance, as such things are termed, at the edge of the water. Spinning, floating, flaming...emotion and thought and fury all combined into breathtaking movement, living in the moment...

It helps, to just stop worrying...

Anyone else willing to give in?

last_adam

*Adam's at the bar, with a cider. If he was a smoker, he'd be smoking, but as it is, he's just tapping his fingers against the wood.

tap.

tap.

tap.*

[OOC: Locked to plot, please ping before entering, thanks.]

ETA: Summary here. Adam attempts to beat up Raguel. Aziraphael steps in.

kassandraloxias.livejournal.com

Kassandra, last of a long race of queens, comes downstairs fumbling in confusion. It is so hard to remember, sometimes, how a staircase can lead both up and down, or why she needs food or drink. She can pay for both, if she remembers why.

But as she comes down the stairs, and finds herself a place for sitting, her mind is mostly on wings. Red wings, white wings, black.

It's been a long...
She doesn't remember that word.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

OOM: Counting Stitches.

obligatoryass

Logan's in the bar, and he's not looking too hot.

In fact, he's looking altogether peaky.

He coughs, and orders chicken soup and a large glass of water. He spoons the soup absently when it arrives, and doesn't eat any, even though he hasn't eaten anything else that day, either.

This is a sign that he's feeling pretty bad, really.

He could use a distraction.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti comes in from the front door.

Nobody had seen him leave, but now, you might see him return.

He's carrying a small satchel that hangs easily over his shoulder, and yes somehow gives the impression of immense weight. Chances are, it's enchanted to contain half a library.

He carries it upstairs, to the magical library, but returns downstairs soon enough.

He settles by the fireplace with a book bound in black leather, inscribed

The History Of Magical Warfare
on the cover. With silver lettering.

And coffee.

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

Enter one hani, from upstairs, her fur and mane damp and plastered every-which-way, and her beard decidedly uncombed. Chur heads over to the bar, obtains some green tea, and sits in a booth, arranging herself such that she doesn't have to see the observation window.

pirate_jack

It's been nearly a week. Too long on land, for one whose life is the sea, and the brain fever doesn't seem to be improving.

Captain Richards is brooding in a booth, staring at the latest of the bottles of rum that the bar keeps giving him.

[Summary: Jack (Sparrow) Richards talks with a confused Fleur-- at least partially in French --and with an insightful Puck before settling down to a lot of rum and a night of storytelling with Roland Deschain, here at ~~the World's End~~ Milliways.]

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes in from Tokyo, an irritated expression on his face. He goes straight upstairs, and comes back down in a few minutes with an armful of chubby baby. Seth is making dada! dada! sounds.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris hops down the stairs from her room. No...seriously...hops. She sits at a chair at the bar and after a bit of explaining, something white with headphones appears. She takes it with a grin and slides off of the chair to go sit at the fireplace.

Sorceress with technology...fear. Help would be appreciated.

[Summary: Iris gets an iPod...which Ryo-oh-ki patiently explains to her.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at the bar playing chess with Mitzi. The two of them are off to Spain tomorrow, so grab them tonight if you want to chat.

thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com

Because Mouse has the worst timing ever, he is being generally depressed in a booth.

At least he's not drinking again.

If you don't mind dealing with his broken heart, come talk to him.

[ooc: I'm on vacation and probably not here for very long. Threads will most likely end up being slowtimed over a few days, but I don't know when I'll be able to put him in again, so I guess tag now if you want him? Gone now. I've got decent internet access for the next few days, so slowtime would be great.]

the_antiangst

He's not beaming quite as much as he was, say, last Wednesday. Nor is he as caught up in his own thoughts as he was earlier this week.
Angel is in the bar, and in a pretty good mood, sitting at one of the tables and people-watching, with pizza on hand. He'd be people-watching from Bar if not for the case of table percussion - somehow, he doesn't think she'd appreciate being tapped on to that extent.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Valentine's in the bar, writing. Feel free to talk to her.

[ooc: Mun is in horrible mood, and needs distraction like whoa. Thus, this comment is longer than entrance post.]

accessobrian.livejournal.com

[OOM: Upstairs in her room, Chloe gets really really messed up in the brains. Warning for explicit lyrics.]

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

*Slack, having a one-sided conversation with Bar (although Bar's definitely listening, she's not in the condition to be answering) on potential new drink mixes.

And thinking about how earlier today, she heard people were playing with explosives and didn't invite her.

Woe.*

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Serena goes in search of Security over a very unpleasent Incident

indie-geek.livejournal.com

Seth's in the bar, and he's looking even more emo then usual, if that's at all possible. He's sitting in a corner booth, slumped over in his seat, trying to look inivisble. He's been holing up in his room lately, pointedly avoiding everyone, mourning the fact that he misses girlfriend (and hasn't had sex in an extended period of time, that he'd rather not mention.)

Sighing, he takes a long drink of his Coke, looking around with sad eyes.

He could definitely use some cheering up.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Tale Of The Sea Maid- Leaves Eyes

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*Petunia.

Secluded booth.

Knitting.

Still quite depressed.

Deep in thought*

Current Mood: depressed

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*There is an Yrael at the bar.*

*Oooooh. Aaaaaaah.*

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The House of Arch Week in Review!

Monday - Door gets advice and comfort from Val

Tuesday: In time for their one year anniversary of meeting, Tom and Door reconcile and new promises are made

Thursday: Tom's worried about Door, so he and Arithon spar and then discuss their respective women (Arithon tells about Bianca).

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Friday night and Gil lost track again of which night who does the specials menu so he isn't bothering.

It's not as though the kitchen isn't FULL of delicious food produced by a competent and dedicated team of cooks who will produce anything any customer requests from the bar anyway.

So he goes round delivering snacks.

It isn't a grand job but someone ought to do it.

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[OOM: Ryan, missing Elaine, goes to her room and mopes. With white text!]

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[OOM: Minako by the lake]

There is an innocent little japanese school girl with her legs propped up on a table and drinking a beer. Someone was silly enough to leave an unopened bottle lying around! It may not be Sankt Gallen, but it works. Be happy there are no criminals to defeat.

She looks like she could use some company.

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( Impact... )

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[OOM: Chase is suffering from insomnia and just generally not having a very nice week, so Kim comes to talk to him and they take a nap together, and lo, there was much cute.]