milliways_bar | Jul. 11th, 2005

Jul. 11th, 2005

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[From here.]

Anthy comes in smiling, and settles at the bar. She orders tea, and sits peacefully stirring sugar into it, bit by bit. Kind of a lot of sugar.

Tea can only hold so much sugar.

incrediblyshy.livejournal.com

Vi is down in the bar, she seems to be searching rather frantically for someone. Well more for a different someone but the former someone was who she needed to reach the latter someone...or something along that line. Eitherway. She's on a hunt for the man known to the citizens of Gotham as...Nightwing.

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol comes downstairs and gets tea and a very big sandwich from the bar. He opts to sit at the booth today instead of under it. He must be feeling brave today. After the sandwich and tea are finished, he pulls out his pipe and settles back for a round of smoking and watching people.

milliways_sawyer

[OOM: Upstairs -- Sawyer is having... difficulties.]

river_meimei

River scampers down the stairs, hurries to the front door (dodging a few patrons on the way), and steps through.

Several minutes pass before she reappears, tugging a worried Simon by the hand. He doesn't really need the urging; he's hurrying beside her, visibly working to not run past her. His medical bag is clutched in his free hand.

"Where?" he asks tightly, as they enter the main bar.

"Gonna be all right," she says impatiently. "Everybody. Come on." She pulls him onward, up the stairs.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's starving. The stairs seem to have inexplicably changed position ... and become kind of wavery ... but as long as she can still get down them, it's all good.

This is one persistent cold, she thinks fuzzily, manouevring her way carefully across the bar room floor. It's been a while since she had a cold, but the last time around she definitely doesn't remember hallucinating antlers. Or ... is that webbing? She examines her hands - yep, webbed fingers ... kinda weird how strong the hallucinations are, really.

She's putting the antler thing down to the way she's suddenly developed a splitting headache - probably, if it hurts enough, anyone would imagine they had huge weights of bone or whatever antlers are made of sticking out of their heads. Which, okay, doesn't explain why they keep getting caught on things, but she's just gonna ignore that.

"Bar," she says, collapsing into a stool - well, onto the floor first, but she makes the stool on the second attempt. "Painkillers? Please. Please please please. I think my head's going to explode."

[OOC: for great sickness. ~~Mun online for another hour or so.~~ I lied, I think Steph gave me her headache. I'm for bed. I'll pick up any tags tomorrow morning.]

futures_of_ash

There is a sleeping Rachel on the lake, in a cocoon of fire. She should know better really, than to fall asleep in such a place...

It never ends well.

Soon enough she's curled in a small, tight ball, lips bitten in her sleep as the flames flicker and almost fade out...seems it's far past time for her Nightmares once more...

mini-supes.livejournal.com

When Kon walks through the door to Milliways, he really isn't sure whether it's one of those times where he's glad for the interruption, or hating it. Really, he's just not sure at all what to feel right now.

In some ways, he's too exhausted. On the general scale of all the weekends, this one probably, definately, probably rated among the worst of them all. Yeah, they'd stopped the bad guy, but it'd been... a pretty exhausting experience to get there.

And if that wasn't enough, to top it all off, he'd played the coward role in the end and hadn't taken the chance to say all the things he should. In general, this weekend just plain sucked.

Kon just stares at the bar for a long moment, before sighing. He might as well be here while he's here. He walks to a booth and flops down in it, staring at the seat across from him.

horseblanket.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Sheila has a ~~badly-written~~ nightmare of the past. ]

gone_byebye

Ray is awake and in the Bar; he's got an appointment in New York City with Kitt today, but for now, hey, breakfast. Yay!

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

*Bomberwhore of Fiddler's Green in the bar.

(Her name is still slack, but, well, that just sounds funny the way it is.)

It's early for her. Her mood, therefore, may be even worse than usual.*

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is at the Bar.

Well, Naraht is sitting on the floor with her back against the Bar. She still hasn't gotten over her fear of high chairs yet.

She is composing notes on a small computer. Thank the Mother it has an audial interface. Her fine-motor skills in a human body are nowhere near up to the challenge of typing. Finally she finishes, adds a hologram of her new form to each message and pops out two data-chips.

"Excuse me, Bar?" she says as she stands up slowly. "Could you please give this to either Bernard or Security and this to Raven.

The two chips vanish.

"Thank you, Bar."

Naraht slowly makes her way to her special table where she once again sits on the floor. But at least she's not grabbing at chairs as much this time.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

There's a witch sitting by the fireplace, reading. You can tell she's a witch by the black dress and big black pointed hat.

Everyone knows witches can fix sick people. Otherwise, what are witches for?

onehoopyprefect

There's a Ford Prefect in the bar.

Just the guy from Betelgeuse, and not the actual car. (Even though stranger things had happened and it wouldn't be alone.)

He's always looking for a good time. Can you help him find one?

mctrillian.livejournal.com

... and Trillian's in the bar, too, because ~~her mun has a serious woethread going and needs happy~~ she wanted some company and because she can.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Clown inna bar. He finished his book yesterday. So he's people watching in a booth today.

Why not stop by and recommend a different book?

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

[OOM: Baker Street, 221B: Draw Me Conclusions
IN PROGRESS. Random ~~abuses~~ relies upon his considerable tarot powers to transport himself to Victorian England and save Holmes from...himself. Let's all wish him luck. And buy him a gag, to use on the world's first, only, and most disagreeable consulting detective.]

awesome_lilly

Lilly's wandered into the bar and is getting coffee and a lame entrance post because her mun is sick. (damn fox flu)

All folkenizzle welcome.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is in the bar. Currently perusing several epidemiologic texts.

Someone interrupt her--the words have started to blur.

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM: April and Mike bonding and schmoop. Timed to last night.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in the bar.

He's eating what looks like won ton soup.

But might not be.

God knows he isn't sure.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Stomp, stomp, stomp. There's a girl clunking down the steps awfully loudly. She's dressed in a T-shirt, but another long skirt since the Bar refuses to give her jeans or anything resembling unisex clothes. The t-shirt was a borderline baby tee for godsakes. Underwear wasn't that hard to figure out, but still hasn't got the hang of wearing a bra.

Peter asked for her(his) usual, only instead a coffee, it was hot chocolate. Though didn't mind that so much. The book, " Our Bodies, Ourselves," that she(he) minded. A lot.

She(he) flopped at Peter's usual table, and put her(his) feet up at the table.

Feel free to talk or annoy her(him).

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is sitting rather solemnly at an out of the way booth. He calmly orders a lunch, and a small yellow pill arrives with it. The bard frowns at it slightly before taking it.

The bard picks at his food before deciding to imbibe his nutrition by staring at it. He doesn't look very happy.

mnt_raph

*Breakfast. It's not just for morning's anymore. Only, in this case it is. Morning I mean,...and breakfast.

Anyway, Raph is at the bar eating breakfast and watching you. So don't step out of line. Or something.*

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew coming down the stairs. A very shaggy-haired Andrew, rubbing his eyes and beaming sleepily at the entire room. He steps up to the bar a yard or so down from Raph, and lays a hand flat on its surface.*

Hi hon. Missed you. What's good for breakfast?

*A plate of blackberry pancakes and bacon materalizes. There's a tiny Union Flag stuck into the top of the stack of pancakes.*

*Andrew grins.* Good to see you, too.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard emerges from the Staff Wing and putters around the Bar a bit.

She gives him this.

He boggles, rather.*

Um. What is this?

*A pause*

Well, how am I supposed to use it?

*Somebody come help the poor man out.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((IM: Tim is available in the cells

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle's sitting out by the lake again. It's a nice day, so he's brought his lunch and his iPod out with him and is now sitting under a tree and looking out over the water.

He selects a song at random. It gives him "Love the One You're With." He scowls, and pokes a different button. It plays a selection from the "Shakespeare in Love" soundtrack.

He shuts the thing off and sets it aside. The last thing he needs right now is a moralizing iPod.

[OOC: Y'all know the drill. Mun's on lunch break until 1:00 EST and then slowtime until she gets home. *sigh*]

Current Mood: contemplative

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's in the bar, writing furiously again. How... boring. However, she would certainly like some conversation. ~~Especially as her mun isn't one with the interesting entrance posts today.~~

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

There's a Cuthbert at the bar, eating lunch. His mun is at work for another two hours or so, but feel free to bug him and he'll respond eventually.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jaina has a nightmare regarding events at the end of the Yuuzhan Vong war.]

There's a Jaina sitting at a booth in the bar. It's not her normal booth, but one hidden in a corner towards the back; an attempt not to be noticed. She's been sitting there since early in the morning, not necessarily as conspicuous as she might wish to be, given the bright orange flightsuit she's wearing.

There's a mug of now cooled caf on the table in front of her, as well as her lightsaber and a training remote. She doesn't touch any of the items, and instead just stares at them, echoing refrains of her nightmare playing in her head.

shipscook.livejournal.com

Akito's over there, in the far corner. No, the other one. Yeah, there you go. He's kind of folded up in a booth with a blanket, idly watching a handheld video player. The volume's cranked low to avoid disturbing anyone else, but little bits of dialogue can be caught if one is really trying.

"You'll never triumph, Gekiganger III! This pitiful world and all its inhabitants will be mine -- to destroooy!"
"This world is our home, General!"
"The blue planet Earth!"
"We will protect it! Let's..."
"Geki-in!"

Akito has a -really- silly grin on his face as he watches.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie didn't sleep well, after a certain point last night. He knows something happened, and he has a vague idea of what, having picked up that much with the touch. (He keeps mental track of the gunslingers and Susan, generally speaking - nothing detailed, just whether they're safe and happy - even if he's not quite aware he's doing it.) He also knows Roland's still alive.

Nevertheless, he's perched on a bar stool, watching the stairs with wide anxious eyes.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

A new note is up on the board...

Attention Doctors and Healers

As you may know, several patrons are ill with flulike symptoms and extensive disruptions to their morphogenic fields, resulting in shape changes.

Given the situation, I would like to request that any healers or doctors on the registry keep their eyes open for any patrons with this illness, and do what they can to help. Magic is apparently somewhat effective with the altered shapes, but it might also be imperative to treat the flu symptoms as well. Any and all help will be greatly appreciated by the management.

Please contact me if you have any questions.

Barry Allen

[ooc: Mun is quite busy today, so I might take a while in responding to any tags, and I am logging out early today as well. Say sorry.]

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

The keys are handed over to the crowd around Johnny Smith with quiet instructions, and a picture of what they seek.

"There is, deep within the city, a set of catacombs. Do not go too far down them, or you will be trapped in with the ghouls and things that are dead down there. You want to get at least one of the white plants near the top level graves. Someone should stay near the doors...if they close it will be very bad."

The twins get their keys next and their own set of instructions.

"North of where the door opens there is a greenhouse. The plants in it have many medicinal uses that their counterparts in other universes just can't match. You need to get some of the hellebore plants."

And then Alanna and her company are handed their keys.

"A strand of hair from the manes of four different talking horses, and the pinion feather from a talking owl. All of these need to be freely given, which may be a little difficult when you get to the owl feather. Good luck."

The other worlds will be posted later. Questing threads need to be finished by no later than the 17th

mnt_mike

Unless you've been looking under the right tables, chances are you haven't seen Mike in the last few days. Which is sad. Clearly you feel as though a integral part of your very essence has been missing. Or maybe that was just integestion. who knows really what lurks in the souls or gastrointestinal systems of men?

Not Mike, that's for damn sure. He's just walking to work and normally he doesn't burden himself with such... things. He's a ninja/bartender, not a mind reader/internist. And today he's an extra early ninja/bartender. It's all part of his clever scheme to make up for his slacking and lack of attendence around the flat.

Indy is hanging around aimlessly in the post-lunch lull, waiting to clock on. He's relieved to see his buddy again, though he hadn't expected him to miss the shift. He knows Mike better than that. There are no witty comments regarding his return, and there are no questions regarding his well-being. Nothing has changed, but the socializing will probably do him the world of good.

"You wanna pick the specials?" is the best offer Indy can make. It's quite a big honor, really. It marks progress and a crowning level of achievement akin to leveling up after a first quest, or graduating kindergarten. In a few short weeks, Mike has become a very accomplished bartender in Indy's eyes, and he deserves this. Probably. Indy secretly believes that he should possibly spend less time fraternizing with his own customers and start observing Mike in action, so he can actually justify any future promotions.

Mike nods, and smiles just a bit because he's got a great idea for a theme.

April's Apple*
Chocolate Birthday Cake*
Tattooed Love Goddess
Vampire Slayer

* Drinks on the house for Birthday Girls named April.

Mike takes a step back and admires his handiwork. He shoots a small smile at Indy, before turning around and saying the words that all Millipatrons long to hear:

"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Ako settles down at a table and puts a sign on it:

Sick? Mutating? Normally a different color? Please check in here, then go to bed and try very hard not to die.

Worried about spread of disease? Questions on how to treat your sick, mutating friend? I'll do my best to ease your worries.

Then she gets a pot of tea from Bar, as well as several extra cups.

not_that_spike

Well, fuck. Fuck.

The first sigh is one of relief at who's not in the bar.

The second one is for who is. He's at her side before he even realizes he's moved.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

And once again there is a dining car.

Dinah's finally got a little bored with just standing around, so she's occupying herself by clearing empty glasses from tables. Not that the wait rats aren't doing a good job or anything, but really, in a bar, if you don't eat or drink, what else is there to do?

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo is sitting in his favourite corner, with his guitar. The class photo Kitty gave him is on the nearest table.

~~No, he hasn't started carrying it everywhere, why do you ask?~~

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, sipping at a cup of coffee and paging idly through a book. Occasionally she'll look up, casting a swift, searching glance over the room. She seems to almost be waiting for something.

Feel free to bother.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

*There's John, right over there in his usual place at the far end of the bar. Considering how many beings usually want to strangle him with his own intestines, he's far too much of a creature of habit for comfort.*

*Or maybe he's just daring them.*

*Anyway, he's not sick at all. Nyah, nyah. So come pester him.*

[ooc: probable slowtime because mun is at work]

agirllost

Kim comes down to the bar. She's on her way out to the lake, but she stops at the Bar to ask her for some sunscreen.

"Hi Bar, can I please have a bottle of sunscreen?" She waits for a moment and a bottle of SPF 30 appears on the Bar's surface along with a note.

"Thank you," she places her hand on the Bar for a moment and then picks up the note. She looks relieved and happy as she reads the first part and her smile fades a little as she finishes reading.

She glad that Nita's able to go home to see her real family. She knows how much she's missed them and needed them. She hopes that Nita's safe and that she'll be able to return to the bar soon. Still, she'll miss her.

She grabs the sunscreen and heads out towards the lake.

velocitygirl

Inyri inna bar.

Looking happier than she has in a while, in fact. A glass of Whyren's (too early to drink? bah) and an action figure Wedge Antilles are on Bar's top. She's playing with his helmet.

Come and talk to her.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht is still lying belly-down on her table. But now, instead of simply resting, she is looking through a holographic catalog of women's clothing that she asked the Bar for.

Come help her figure out what to wear.

Or maybe distract her from her mounting frustration.

leplusbeau

*A wet Fleur comes in the back door with actual clothes on, for once. Okay, fine, she is in just a long batiked shirt that is falling off one shoulder. But it is almost clothes!*

*She plops down at her favorite place at the bar between lots of familiar faces and orders a cup of tea and a little breakfast.*

fearcrow.livejournal.com

Jonathon, glasses off and rubbing his forehead.

Stress? Could be amusing. Feel free to bother the head doctor.

mogget_cat

*One of the barstools has a kitty asleep under it. Such a cute kitty.*

golden-age-sand.livejournal.com

[OOM: Waking to Two Weeks Lost. ]

Wesley Dodds enters from the rooms above. He seems thinner than his clothes should allow. Of course, he's been asleep for a week or so.

Determined, he makes his way for the Bar.

"Water, please. And something to eat."

A glass of water appears next to a plate of buttered raisin toast.

"That will do for now."

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

There's a Jedi sitting at a well-lit table. She's fiddling with a metal tube not-quite the length of her forearm, bits of which have been removed and lie on paper napkins close at hand.

Yup, that would be her lightsaber.

There are also some strange crystals of varying sizes that glow faintly as she works. Not quite pulsing, but brightening and dimming almost as if they're watching her.

Feel free to ask what in the worlds she's up to- distractions can be fun! If you're sick from foxy-plot, she'll also do her very best to help with that.

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*There is a bouncy Polly in the bar. She is sitting in a booth and drawing. She is a very happy girl indeed. Come talk to her*

[ooc: slowtime, guaranteed, but come talk anyway]

undignified

There appears to be a pilot in the bar. Sitting in a booth. Eating something from Earth, though he has no idea what it is because he just asked Bar for "something chocolatey" and he can't read English.

It's a Cadbury's Dairy Milk bar, for those who can see the distinctive purple wrapper. British chocolate. Real chocolate. Oh yeah.

There's also a mostly-full glass of Whyren's and an Ewok action figure on the table. But Wes's attention's on the chocolate for now.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Upstairs, in Room 12.

Elaine comes downstairs in a very subdued manner. She's had a very long absence from the bar and she's unsure of her reception. She's wearing a pale blue skirt and a matching knit top.

( She leaves a note for Bernard with the bar. )

She gets some food (club sandwich, iced tea) from the Bar and goes to sit at a table. She's starving, but is eating in a manner that belies this.

If you've been wondering where she's been, please come to talk to her. She's still a bit strange, but she'd love to talk to you.

the-damsel.livejournal.com

There was an April in the bar, perched on a stool with a bowl of tomato soup before her. She was still having trouble with anything that required a lot of chewing, but was managing alright with the grilled cheese that accompanied it.

April looked a good deal better than she had a week ago, her bruises fading to purplish shadows. She was still in a fair amount of pain, mostly in her ribs and jaw, but could dress and groom herself, and so looked almost like a normal person.

The most extraordinary thing about April on this day was not the state of her injuries or her styled hair. It was that she looked genuinely happy. Perhaps this had to do with it being her birthday. Perhaps not.

Come say hi. She likes company.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph gets up, with Kon's help, from her seat at the bar. She needs the help. Everything's kind of fuzzy. Also, the - is that a tail? - the, yes, tail that she's just sprouted, that's making it kind of difficult to balance.

Something invisible wraps around her and holds her upright, and she glances over at Kon. "Th'nks. 'M wobbly." Another coughing fit racks her, and when she's straightened up properly she's ... blotchy. In a green-and-blue way. "I really do need a healer, huh."

Kon continues to hold her upright while they search for a healer of some kind. Or a magic user. Or someone who can tell Steph what the hell's going on, because she's a wee bit freaked out right now.

[ooc: this post, of course, cleared with Kon-mun.]

gris_bug_man

The door to the bar opens, and Grissom walks in. He is wearing a suit, because lawyers are not courteous enough to schedule trials around one's vacation.

He is a little irritated from his afternoon of testifying. Though the evidence was solid, there was always the chance that an attorney's rhetoric would allow the guilty to go free.

He probably should be distracted.

Current Mood: annoyed

horseblanket.livejournal.com

Sheila's at the bar again, eating.

Saltines and New England Clam Chowder.

Not that she has any idea where New England even is.

But at least she's eating something.

(With liberal paprika.)

holy-oats.livejournal.com

Mightily Oats is in a chair by the fire, voraciously reading a copy of The Bible (on loan from the Bar after he asked her to perhaps give him something to read that would illuminate the belief system that Memnoch comes from). A rather cold cup of tea and the Book of Om are on a little table by his side.

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Enter Xander, one eye brown and one eye purple. He's at the Bar, sipping on a glass of lemonade. Hey, he just came in from a hard day of swimming; he's allowed his guilty (read: five-year-old) pleasures.

stbethadettes

Beth starts to head to the bar for the usual, but she can't help spotting a familiar head of hair and someone she hasn't seen in weeks.

Elaine's back.

Wondering where the hell she's been, Beth changes direction and hurries to join them.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Liz sits at a table, a notebook and a history textbook opened in front of her. She sips at a cherry coke as she reads. She might as well get some of the homework she brought with her done.

notasaint-joan.livejournal.com

There's a girl (yes, really, hasn't been changed and isn't sick) in the bar, watching people. She remembered some of what her detective dad had said. 'Amazing what you can learn just by watching people, observing their mannerisms.' So now she's trying that, and making an effort to be more open-minded to the general weirdness that is Milliways.

Have at.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

E'ahelas'al'caith in the bar.

With a map of London (circa 1997) and several guides to same spread out before him.

Planning a date is even harder when you barely read the language, are unfamilier with the world, and have to take into account sun-set/rise times and stay between them.

Come, do distract him.

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

Charles, again, in the bar, at the end stool.

Slightly different colours, but same concept as far as clothes are concerned.

And instead of wine, he's drinking tea. Rosehip tea. With a little bit of sugar in it, although the spoon keeps swirling 'round and 'round. It's a very lovely, shiney spoon.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Peter's still in the bar. Slight wardrobe improvement in manner of a sports bra underneath the T-shirt, due to Ray's suggestion. The Bar is still insisting that she(he) sticks with skirts.

Still annoyed by the whole thing though.

Want to cheer up the seeming kid, or point and laugh?

Current Mood: annoyed

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

"There's an Ace, in the bar.

Kinda?

She's snoozing in a booth. On her feet are garishly colored bunny slippers. On the table is a plate of cookies.

It's possible the cookies are bait.

Maybe.

born-on-monday.livejournal.com

Solomon Grundy clomps out of the trees and across the lake. He does, of course, walk straight into it...and then across the bottom and back out, but he's only somewhat wet as he makes his way across the grass and to the door. He seems to consider for a moment (a very long moment) before he opens the door and toddles in, the strap of one side of his overalls dragging behind him and almost catching in the door.

The giant white man looks around, obviously for something or someone specific. He doesn't seem to have found it.

bloodyrockgod

In the grand tradition of Ziggy Stardust, Gentry, and Johnny B Goode, Charlie is playing guitar.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti drifts outside, turns female shape, and starts to walk, energetically, to her favourite railing on a little raise that overlooks the lake.

There, she leans against a rock, gets out the cigarettes, and has a calm and quiet smoke.

The sky is a bit cloudy today, the birds chatter busily, and demon bunnies are pushing each other into the water without minding the apparent human by the railing.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in the bar.

He's looking a lot calmer, drinking his typical Scotch.

And he's reading Tarot. Apparently without any major portents of doom.

Woo bloody hoo.

angus_macgyver

MacGyver comes down the stairs with a hockey stick and a newspaper.

It's up to you to figure out what he plans to do with them.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Bar has seen fit to provide Arthur with his usual order, and for some inexplicable reason, a Slinky.

As such, he's now drinking tea and playing absentmindedly.

Current Mood: bored

un_fallen

Raguel comes into the bar, hardly bothering to look around until he notices the warning sensation of a burning in his chest. He stiffens and glances around cautiously, taking a few deep breaths. Demons in, tonight. Shaking his head, he moves slowly to a chair near the observation window where he has a good view of the bar. There are circles under his eyes and the limp in his step is, if anything, more pronounced.

Current Mood: tired

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Flight sim room. Jaina loses a bet to Jag. Looks like that Solo luck finally ran out.]

slayer_fray

(OOM: We never said our love was evergreen)

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((IM: Tim is still in the cells. Come on over and chat with him.))

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

[After this.]

Holmes enters the bar through a rather unexpected door, with Random at his heels. They both look a little strained, a bit unnerved, and a great deal hungry. Holmes recovers quickly enough, leading the way to the bar and immediately ordering a double scotch.

Asking what has happened would not be wise.

steadfastknight

Kitt came downstairs looking a bit more worn than he had the day before. But to his credit, he still looked decently enough, for a fashion plate from the 80s.

Good thing men's fashion didn't really change that much.

He had a satchel on his shoulder and a request for a bit of caffeine at the bar. He was due in New York soon.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz enters the bar, and again glances quickly around the room before heading to the bar and ordering a glass of tea. It probably needs sugar, but Behrooz doesn't add any. He glances over his shoulder once before drinking a little of the tea.

He might be feeling a little paranoid. The fear of his father bursting into his room again kept him from getting a decent night's sleep, though he's looking better than yesterday. The small bruise on his face is beginning to fade a little, though it's still clearly noticeable.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht has been out in the gardens for the majority of the afternoon, trying in vain to cheer herself up. But it's been hard going. What Q has done to her has been essentially a form of rape and, quite frankly, people seem to be sympathetic but unable to do a damn thing about it.

And the revelation that Bar has her own share of capriciousness was another blow to an already unstable psyche.

The air was cooling as the light dimmed toward evening. The clothes Sara had helped her pick out were simply too light. Not to mention she was still bare foot. She found walking tricky enough without trying to deal with something between her foot and the floor.

There was no help for it. She had to go back inside. Maybe to her old room with the basalt bed. Not as comfortable to this body but at least surrounded by rock, she might be able to pretend that everything was okay.

So it is a rather jumpy woman who enters Milliways. Again, she doesn't go to the Bar for food. Naraht's afraid of what she might do or say. She simply heads for the stairs.

Unfortunately, through a combination of ignorance, stress and fear of looking ridiculous, Naraht really hasn't been eating as much as she should. She feels woozy and has to stop for a moment to lean against a table. But it passes and she quietly continues, avoiding other patrons.

But, halfway up the stairs, the wooziness hits again. She misses the handrail as she clutches for it and down she goes...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

A loud THUMP-THUMP-THUMP resounds through the public room as she tumbles down the stairs. She cries out once more as she lands hard on the floor, then bites her lip. She didn't hit her head. Her ankle is on fire, but she's seen her human shipmates take far worse. The least she could do is bear up as well as they do.

Yes, our dear ex-Horta ain't thinking too clear now, is she?

capt_angie

*So it's been a while since Angelina was in the bar. Where has she been I hear you ask? And I have to reply: well she's been at home of course. OOM's be damned, because I hate writing them.

Anyway, the door opens and Angelina steps into the bar. She's dressed casualy in an oversized Holyhead Harpies t-shirt with a pair of white shorts and flip-flops. One would be correct in assuming that she was not expecting to end up at the end of the Universe.*

Oh... Bugger!

*She sighs and heads to the bar. May as well have a drink while she's here.*

Butterbeer please Bar.

[ooc: I know I said I'd be away until my sister got home. Turns out that while she's definatly on the road to recovery, she's going to be in hospital longer than expected. Destractions are needed.]

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

I think about the years I spent just passing through. I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you.
Val's in the bar, writing. However, for once, she doesn't have any books around her, just a notebook.
But you just smile and take my hand, you've been there, you understand.
Sharp eyes might see various iterations of about three letters. She seems a bit distracted and pensive. Perhaps something to think about would be useful.

smallestopener

*Ingress dances in from the House of Arch, her tutu swirling and her glittery blue shoes flashing. She has a fedora on her head for that extra special touch. Today she wants to be a ballerina when she grows up.

And a vetrinarian and a Floating Market stall keeper and a witch and a Herald, of course.

Or maybe she'll work at Milliways making milkshakes all day.*

sai_delgado

Susan Delgado walks into the room through the lake door and heads for the couch by the fireplace-- after a quick stop by the bar for hot chocolate.

As she curls up there, she sets a small wooden model of a boat down nearby. It has a long string attached to it, of the sort that one might use to pull it around the shallows of the lake-- if one couldn't swim, that is.

balletrat

[OOC: Last night.]

*Meg steps into the bar through the front door.

She looks tired - it has, after all, been a long day at work - but cheerful. Very cheerful.

If you listen closely, you might hear her humming. Of course, given Meg's sense of pitch, you probably don't want to.*

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

There's a kitsune in the bar. By the silver tail, its apparently Laini. She has her head resting on her arms, crossed on the table.

Either she's not doing to well, or she's seen a posted note and is awaiting her Doom and Demise at the hands of a certain Nine-Tail.

dreamer_fray

[OOM: In Haddyn, Melaka has been missing for about a week.]

turnipman.livejournal.com

It's Monday, and what does that mean? Yes, it means that Baldrick is on specials duty! He's got a few ideas from a French recipe book today.

wAts up saIs!

Starters:
Selection of pates, with French bread
Tomato salad with red onions, garlic, and basil

Main courses:
Goose casserole, with sauteed potatoes and a side salad
Toulouse sausages, with au gratin potatoes and vegetables
Lobster Parisienne (a mayonnaise, mustard, lemon and herb sauce)
Nicoise style green beans with cheese

Desserts:
Chocolate crepes
Spiced pears poached in red wine

dreamer_fray

There is a boy - looking to be about fourteen - standing in the doorway.

Behind black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flick over the patrons curiously. Many, many humans - many also not so human - some...

Hmm.

Harth Fray comes further in, letting the door shut behind him.

The vampire watches the bar silently.

obligatoryass

Logan's in the bar.

He should be taking Lady Ako's advice to heart, and resting, but he's not.

That could be due to the delirium.

Come talk to him, but be warned: He's got the pink tail, green and orange spotted Vulcan ears, cat eyes, a striped tongue, and a pair of lobster claws sprouting from his hips.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow and the twins are by the usual booth, the remains of their dinner set on the side of the table. They've moved to the floor, as Snow foolishly thought it'd be a good idea to get them started on a craft project.

At least she set down newspaper to minimize the mess.

There is glitter everywhere.

Glitter was not among the items that Snow originally brought over for the project. She is beginning to suspect the bar randomly provides it for small children.

It's not really that surprising how even a coat you can get when one of the children involved enjoys manipulating small wind currents for fun.*

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

And Svava's down in the bar, Edielwiess following at her heels.

The blouse she's wearing with her jeans is royal blue, brighter colors than she had been wearing. She also found where she had put the knife that Snow had given her as a bridesmaid gift, and that's tucked into a sheath on her belt.

Svava's also humming, what she recalls of a song Charlie had sung on the quest. Something about walking five hundred miles... well, its upbeat.

iris-attitude.livejournal.com

Iris and Hannibal walk down the stairs into the bar. Iris has abandoned wearing her illusions for the time being. She's a little bit shorter than she usually appears, wearing a lavender dress. Hannibal is right beside her, looking a little less than his usual impeccable self.

[Summary: Iris makes a deal and loses half her soul in exchange for being able to stay at Milliways for a while. They both travel to the Gourd to correct the 'clerical error'. Hannibal gives up a fourth of his soul in exchange for a fourth of Iris' being returned to her.]

gone_byebye

Sometime around lunch Ray retired to his room for a bit to get some study material cleared up, and lost track of time. He's only just now emerged from upstairs and come into the Bar proper.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche bounces in through the painting portal and looks around.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting at a table with a small whetstone in his hand, sharpening his knife.

blue_ajah

She glides down the stairs into the bar from her study upstairs and glances around the room before eventually going to settle at her usual table.

Moiraine seems poised, as usual, but some tension may be apparent to those who know her very well.

lastgunslinger

Roland is at a table in the back, with tea, and a volume of Yeats open in front of him.

If you know him very well, you'll notice that there's something a little...off. A little older-looking. A little more tired. A little more weathered.

If you don't know him very well...well. Grumpy gunslinger in the bar. Some things don't ever change.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

A little while ago, Zoe slipped into the bar and out the lake door without stopping to talk to anyone.

She comes back in now and heads toward the bar, where she orders tea and then glances around to see who's about. There's a small, contented smile on her face.

When you live on a spaceship, it's easy to forget how good a simple walk in the woods can be.

leplusbeau

*Fleur was around earlier being wet and mostly naked. You probably saw her. She's back now. Back and no longer wet. And wearing black, for once. A strappy little black dress that every woman keeps in her closest. She might just like it if you come tell her she is pretty. Maybe.*

watch-wait.livejournal.com

Once upon a time there was a man who was an angel. And he lived in a bar and drank a lot of coffee, but very little alcohol. It had bad associations, okay? And he went through many adventures, which wasn't as much fun as it might sound. Depending on what connotations the word 'adventure' might have for you.

And now he's sprawled comfortably by the fire. With coffee, because he's just that wacky and unpredictable. He'd probably like to talk to you. He's not been around for a while, and he doesn't bite. Unless he has a headache.

green-shaft.livejournal.com

Injuries are easy things to deal with when they've happened during patrol. You know that they've happened for a good reason, and that you did good while getting hurt.

But when they happen for completely idiotic reasons... that you know should have never occured... that's when they're annoying. And that's exactly what happened to Connor now. He sits in a booth in the bar, applying an ice pack to his face. He is not admitting to anyone what happened, nope. Not at all.

Never.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

[ooc: Val writes a letter which can't be delivered.]

edwardishungry.livejournal.com

[ooc: Ed is sick in her room with her lizardy-ness and she would love visitors.]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi Master at the bar. For those who do not know yet, he has two hands once again. Also, he seems very intent in writing down something, notes, plans, a diary? Who knows? He writes, sipping from a teacup that Bar refills from time to time.

river_meimei

River is in the bar.

Quiet. Not a bad mood, and not a bad day -- her gaze is focusing on what's in front of her, at least as much as it ever does, and she's not acting upset. But quiet.

She moves towards the fireplace, her glance sliding over the hearth, and then focusing on the flames. She jumps, a little, surprised and maybe unnerved, and changes course, picking a couch facing away from the fire instead.

She curls up on the floor, back against the couch, and toys with the hem of her skirt.

[OOC summary: Ingress is adorable. Anthy is also adorable - with snacks! And symbolism and undertones and questions about milk cartons and reality, because it's Anthy. Zoe does a bit of storytelling, which as a bid to cheer River up is first somewhat successful and then really not. Fleur is cute, but has her hairdressing ambitions mostly thwarted.]

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Yo. Mercutio. In da ~~pub~~ ~~club~~ bar.

In fact, he might be walking on his hands with a frown of concentration on his face. Or he might not. It's like Schroedinger's Cat, in a way.

Fine. He's walking on his hands.

the_lioness

*Alanna sits on a table near the back of the room, swinging her legs and whistling - off key, of course. She finally figured out the spell that has been plaguing her for the better part of the month. Thom would be so proud.*

howling_laugh

OOM: Puck confronts Coyote. Is she allied with Oberon or not? Raven attempts to mediate.

Millitimed to... sometime this evening.

lastgunslinger

[OOC: After the black rose duel yesterday, Roland brings Kaylee to his room for great debriefing. Hilarity ensues.]

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

From here.

In a chair, at a table, in a room that seems much larger than it used to be, sits a man. A man in a large, loose shirt and breeches, both of which are too big for him.

A man with the same sharp blue eyes that most of the patrons have gotten used to seeing, particularly since they are usually the only way to tell if the one that owns them is smiling or not.

He stares at his hands. There are no claws. They are soft, fleshy, and pink. He feels his arms. There is no fur on them. Slowly, as if he is afraid of what he might find, he reaches up and touches his face. There are no teeth, there is no deformed non-human face. There is a nose, and eyebrows, and lips, and a strong jaw, and the only place hair is in excess is within his hairline.

He starts laughing, and as he is laughing, tears begin to fall.

Charles the Man is in the bar.

[ooc: Mun is no longer around. Sleeeeeeeep.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is by the fireplace, eating toast with jam. Rosehip jam. There's also a silver tea service, but the spoon is curiously missing.

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

Gaspode has sneaked into the bar again, when Baldrick was looking the other way and left a note for Trent of Xanth, and him only, with bar. Then he rushes out again and heads towards the lake.

futures_of_ash

Rachel is in the bar once more, quietly sitting on a stool with her feet curled next to her on another bar room fixture. There's dark circles under her eyes and she seems almost unusaully withdrawn...but she's reading once more. "The Human Microcosm" and she's not taking notes this time, no, she's pausing every now and then to stare at a small glass of lake water and nibble her lower lip.

She's not seeking company really, but she's not going to turn any down. Come poke the red head wearing torn jeans?