milliways_bar | Jul. 14th, 2005

Jul. 14th, 2005

Roland is looking decidedly more cheerful than he has the last few days.

Of course, cheerful always seems to manifest itself as smug, with Roland.

A plate of fish, and rice -- fragrant and lovely -- and a glass of wine; a table by himself.

Looks like somebody's had a productive day.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

On the table next to the observation window, there is a witch. And a princess. And a faery. And a sixteen-year-old girl. She's all the one person, too.

And she's resting with her back against the wooden table top, head turned to watch the stars ever-die.

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Wizard inna bar. He's not doing anything dramatic, just having a nice turkey dinner with tea. He's apparently alternating between reading Antigone and people-watching.

Current Mood: content

river_meimei

The door slides open, and River steps through.

The dark grey serape, today, over loose white skirt and black boots. The planet Taschen, where they're docked, is just a little chillier than Serenity's default climate-control.

[OOC summary: Roland and River discuss today's meeting with the Tet Consortium. Much sweetness.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy comes in from the greenhouse, and settles at the bar. Tea and pickles, with sugar icing.

She's not actually angry; I just wanted to use the icon.

She's probably mad, though, given her choice of snack.

futures_of_ash

She pauses at the door, just checking to make sure that the food is staying on plates tonight, then with an almost fatalistic shrugs steps in. No advent of cream pies, so breathing resumes...she just wasn't up to more confections tonight.

She look s a bit worn, a bit tired, but that's normal isn't it? The abnormal part is the fact that she gets a juice box from Bar and floats up to sit on the ceiling. She's just people watching tonight really...

latino_menace

First post

So, after staring around for a while, he's forced to conclude that this is a bar. And, as he was in prison a few moments ago - and getting beaten up by the guards - he figures that they hit him a bit harder than they perhaps should have done. This opinion would be further strengthened if he was aware of the blood trickling down his face but its kinda the last thing on his mind right now.

Still, if he's going to be unconscious, there are worse things he could be dreaming of.

Someone want to explain to him whats really going on?

Current Mood: confused

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Abusing Millitime, Max is at the Bar just long enough to ask for a few extra knives. She's given a piece of paper as well, and a pen. She frowns slightly, staring at the paper for a long moment, considering.

Finally, she shakes her head. What would she say?

I guess hero complexes are contagious after all. I'm off to try and help save...well, something, anyway. I'm sort of new to quests.

No, that wouldn't really work.

"No notes," she says quietly, half to herself. "I'll be back soon."

And then, she's off.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out of Milliways: On the planet Taschen, Mal, Zoe, Jayne, Simon, Roland and Susannah meet up with the Tet Consortium, the underground group that got River out of the Academy.

Part One.

Part Two. ]

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Dream is in the bar.

With a rather skimpy entrance post, but we beg your indulgence for the fact that it is two thirty in the morning and soon enough he shall take us off and there will be mild amounts of keys ground into the forehead of the player.

Until then, however, feel free to start threads which shall last until slow-time needs to be done.

shelley_winters

[OOM: Shelley keeps her promise to the man in black, and goes outside to talk to him. This? May have been a Bad Plan.]

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

Weary of speaking to so many people who don't want to kill him, Paul goes to the Bar, uncertain as to what he is supposed to do.

"If it please you, I need a room. I may be staying for a long term."

A key appears beside his hand, one made in the way of the Governor's Palace in Arrakeen. Beyond it, on the wall behind the Bar, a name is added to a list. Paul Atreides, beside it an arbitrary sum. Solemnly, Paul pulls out his last chewing tab of pure Melange and scrapes off a crumb with his fingernail, dropping it onto the smooth surface.

"Intelligent machine or sentient being, I hope you will accept this in the spirit that it's given."

For a moment, the Bar glows a midnight blue, then the crumb disappears. So does the sum beside his name. He turns in the direction of the stairs, having studied the patrons closely throughout the day, and starts up.

Even here at the end of time and all worlds, the Spice flows.

gramarye1971

[OOC: Locked to East Berlin plot denizens only -- thank you!]

Merriman is seated at the bar, silently flipping through what at first glance appear to be two small pamphlets.

On closer inspection, the pamphlets are unmistakably passports. One in the burgundy cover of Her Majesty's United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and one in the green cover of the Republiek van Suid-Afrika/Republic of South Africa.

A glass of brandy is by his hand on the bar, but it appears entirely untouched.

general-lando.livejournal.com

OOM: Pre-Milliways

This was not the Millennium Falcon. Not unless someone had installed a very large tapcafe behind the cockpit. That didn't seem likely.

Lando looked around. He almost reached for his blaster, but decided to exercise restraint. He stepped away from the door, and towards the bar. If this was a tapcafe, there was likely to be a server who could tell him how he got there. MAybe Han was playing some kind of gag on him. Wouldn't be beneath Han to do that.

But if it was a gag, it was far more elaborate than anything Lando would expect.

So he went to the bar and looked for help.

[ooc summary: On his first day in the Bar, Lando meets and flirts with Serena, who is intrigued by his skin color and his career. He also gets two shocks, meeting the daughter of Han and Leia and the wife of Luke.]

Current Mood: perplexed

el-vago.livejournal.com

There is a Castillian in a bar. He would be sulking, but he has realized that it only makes people less likely to approach. Instead he is drinking, and still reading. He is also still keeping an eye out for Ellie. Come interrupt him and give him something better to do.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

~~Abusing Millitime with incredible taste,~~

Trillian is looking thoughtful.

This in itself is not odd. The fact is that she's got her hair falling over everything, though -- either tired of putting it up or because it's something she'd never do on a regular basis -- and Frankie and Benjy are balancing artistically on her head.

"Fine view up here," quips one, reader's choice.

"Of life, the universe, and everything," replies Trill, in a very cliched, quotation-like manner.

The Booth by the Observation Window, therefore, is rather chatty. More always welcome.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

There is a very old man of about 80 making his way slowly and painfully down the stairs into the Bar. He's having a lot of trouble with it, as unlike most people of that age, he hasn't had several decades to get used to arthritis and gradual lack of coordination. It seems like just yesterday that he was only 34...y'know, probably because he was. Damn Q.

He leans heavily on the Bar, thoroughly miserable. "Bar?" he croaks. "Can I have some pancakes and a very large scotch and soda? I need alcohol. I don't care if it's early."

The Bar gives him pudding.

"Oh, FUCK YOU!"

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polly comes downstairs and sits at a table. She can see most of the people at the bar from the table so she people watches and sketches what she sees on her drawing pad. Come and talk*

onehoopyprefect

In stark contrast to yesterday's studious manner, today, Ford Prefect has started drinking early. Even before he came into the bar, in fact.

He is currently sitting in a corner booth, slumped against the wall, the remains of half a dozen drinks scattered about the table.

In the middle of the table is an empty bottle of Bushmill's. It seems to hold a place of reverence among the others. Ford is staring into it.

Why not ask him what he sees there?

i-aughra.livejournal.com

Aughra is still squatting on the floor watching the viewing window. She watched last night until the Universe was completely gone...then watched it start all over again.

God only know's how long it will take for her to get tired of watching. Perhaps a better question would be how long will it take for something else to get her attention.

Or for her to notice how empty her stomach is right now.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Narat's at her usual table. She is once again sprawled on her belly on top of it.

Only this time she is sleeping. The voice recorder still loosely clutched in her hand indicates that she has basicly dropped from exhaustion after searching for links in the infection tree.

When someone manages to wake her up, she's gonna have one hell of a sore neck and back.

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Barts in bar, through the magic of millitime. He seems rather nervous though, constantly looking up at the door. He keeps waiting to hear that crystal tone that lets him know he's unbound, but it's not coming. He's getting nervous, he wants to see his kids, his wife when shes of age, and all his friends back home. Sure, the time travel is cool, but its starting to get annoying.

lvpd_sidle

There is a Sara in the bar. She's eating breakfast and thumbing through the last few pages of her notes. Every so often, she glances at the door.

She's waiting for two people. And she's not particularly happy with them.

Distract at will.

testpilot-hal.livejournal.com

Through the front door walks a simple man in a leather bomber jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of dusty jeans. He has boots on his feet, a ring on his finger and the world on his mind.

"Morning, Bar. Coffee, please. Black."

... in blackest night.

Hal Jordan is in the Bar.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

There is a note left with the bar. Its folded up like a lotus flower, but on one of the petals it clearly states:

( To Barry Allen )

On a nearby stool, arms pillowing her head on the bar, fast asleep, is Laini.

((Locked to Barry for slowtime, because the mun has to get to work this morning, but had to send the kitsune off to him one way or another!))

latino_menace

Ramon strolls over to the bar and stares at it for a moment. It's still hard for him to get his head around the notion of a sentient bar and isn't sure he believes it. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. He takes a seat and looks around to check that no one's watching in case this is all a big joke...doesn't seem to be anyone around. So he keeps in mind what he's been told and mutters 'A room key please.' He stares again as one materialises with the number 19 clearly embossed on it.

His grin is large and he relaxes. This is definitely better than prison. 'Bottle of tequila please, and a cigar.' And there they are. A couple of shots later and after lighting up, he's looking for something else to amuse himself with. A conversation would do nicely...

doesntsleep.livejournal.com

Jordan approaches the bar, with a small notepad and a pencil in hand. She leans up against it thoughtfully as she writes on the pad. "Ah, excuse me, Mr. Bar? Could I have a glass of chocolate milk, and maybe some tools and some wheels about appropriate for converting a sled of about -this- size and mass into a more all terrain vehicle?"

The chocolate milk fades in, and there's the suggestion of something else starting to as well.

"...only see, it occured to me after I hit the floor here that maybe some sort of gearing system to change between runners and wheels would help prevent incidents like that in the future because other future unexpected surprises really ought to be accounted for. Nobody said anything about stopping, for example, and it's only just occuring to me that the braking system is a little lacking as well, but that's because it's meant to move on ice..."

The chocolate milk vanishes again.

"...and you know, once I found a perpetual motion machine just laying in the trash can? Of course by then it had stopped moving..."

The glass reappears, with an air of firm finality, on top of Jordan's notepad. She blinks and looks up. "Oh! Thank you, Mr. Bar." and takes it off to drink and diagram additions to her sled. Sooner or later she'll realize she forgot the tools, too.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( And though the news was rather sad... )

[Summary: It's Thursday morning in Room 134, and Lilly drops by for a different reason than usual. A truly emotional roller coaster: from intense crack to heart rending breakage, taking in hide and seek, pizza toppings, interpretive dance and dream news from Haddyn. Rated PG-13 for the usual clever camera work.]

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was perched at the bar for once, and kittenless, dressed in the usual worn jeans and a slogan t-shirt, this one was her Lorax shirt, the one that had an irate Lorax on the front and the slogan 'I speak for the Trees' on the back.

She had her current favorite drink, a cherry lime fizzy.... something, and a plate that had until recently contained a stack of spring rolls with sweet chilli sauce. She'd finished those quite quickly and was debating a second order as she worked with a pair of thin needles and a selection of multi-colored glass seedbeads and a beading loom, brow furrowed just slightly in concentration while she worked.

Interruptons would be welcome however.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

Completing the contingent of hitchhikers, Arthur's in the bar eating ~~breakfast~~ ~~lunch~~ a meal.

Current Mood: groggy

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

It's Thursday, and that means Sheemie gets to ride Mithros this morning. He'll be out in the paddock.

Or, alternatively, he might be in the stables giving Mithros his feed and a brush-down after his exercise.

Take your pick, he'll be glad to talk to you either way.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is out by the lake with his rifle, target-shooting to pass the time. He wants to make sure he keeps his loading speed up, after all.

paper-agent.livejournal.com

Yomiko is sitting in a big squashy armchair, reading a paperback novel that Bar provided. She's got her legs up over the arm of the chair, and one of her shoes is about to fall off, but she doesn't notice
because her nose is so far in the book.

It might take some doing to get her attention, but really - someone should tell her about her shoe.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is sitting in a large chair by the fireplace. Holding Angela in his lap with one hand, he is reading from a book of poetry with the other. His voice rolls with the verses and flows with the rhythm of it. His tone deep and soothing.

IT is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye--
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to sometime in the last couple days: Jack takes a moment in his room to let the mask slip.]

secondrobin.livejournal.com

After stealing more supplies he needs from Wayne Indrustries (he's left Kord Tech alone for now) and storing them safely away, Jason wanders back in the bar.

He looks for a corner to ~~curl up~~sit in. Perhaps to relax several degrees, but not by much. And certainly not to sleep. It's only been a few days without. He'll manage.

He throws his helmet under his seat and debates ordering coffee.

Current Mood: lonely

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

It doesn't seem like Chur made it up the stairs last night. The waitrats have kept bringing her tea and uruus stock to drink, occasionally rice to pick at, and every so often a washcloth to clean up the shed fur.

She has lost perhaps 40% of her fur by now, and instead of bald spots, she has scales. Generally they're silvery-brown, but there are also red splotches outlined in red, much like this corn snake.

Her feet have also begun to grow webbing, like a duck's. She has noticed this, but is attempting to ignore it. Vainly.

At least she's not turning into a snake, right? She's just turning into a ...snake/duck/hani hybrid. That coughs a lot.

Current Mood: distressed

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

There is, still a dining car in the bar, still just watching the people with a contented smile.

She'd still prefer to chat.

prince-sadi.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Daemon's been here. Not long enough for him to forget - Milliways is nothing if not memorable - but long enough for him to have put it out of his mind. So when he finds himself standing just inside the door, rather than in the spot he'd meant to be, he's understandably a little surprised. Slightly narrowed golden eyes sweep the room, wary until he realises just where he is. At which point he shakes his head, muttering under his breath, "Figures."

awesome_lilly

Lilly's in a booth with coffee, a book and CD called "Learning Chinese" and a sheaf of paper that would appear suspiciously like information on a roughly Serenity-sized ship if she let you look closely at it.

Nothing going on here, nope.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace, by the fireplace.

She has that note of hers in her hand. Considering it. Considering how in the hell she's going to avoid that ever happening again.

Give her a clue, huh?

your-pet-beast.livejournal.com

Beast Boy wanders back into the bar, once more not really meaning to be there but just...finding it. "Hm. Here again." He shrugs, because it wasn't such a bad place to be. He should try out that thing he was told where you just ask the bar for something and it'll give it to you. "Slice of pizza, light on the sauce, lots of extra cheese. And a Sprite.

"Cool." Because it had appeared. He took the food and thne took a lazy seat at a booth.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael was bored, so he is now coming downstairs. He's wearing sunglasses again, and stumbles a few times even though he's walking slowly, but catches himself with his telekinesis when necessary.

nita_callahan

Nita is in the bar with tea.

All her mun's writing energy is going towards drabble, so pardon the unimaginative entrance post.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is on the piano, playing 'Flight of the Bumblebee'. She looks to be having a very good time with it.

Feel free to come stare, as it sounds a bit odd on piano.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri is sitting in a booth waaaaay back in the corner as far away from the observation window (and the lake door) as she can get.

You might not have noticed her sneak down, because she was very very sneaky about it. She doesn't even want to be downstairs in the first place but after a couple of days of moping/thinking/angsting in her room, she is hungry enough to eat her lightsaber.

She's still miffed at Bar for Binding her, but managed to find it somewhere within herself to ask for a sandwich and some blue milk.

Strange how easily a Jedi's pride can be broken by simple hunger.

[ooc: aaand mun's got to work tonight, so any tags will be picked up tomorrow]

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

Gaspode is in the bar. He's sneaking in, carefully avoiding being seen. What's not easy dragging a bag that is small, but still nearly as big as the little dog himself. But still, he does a good job. If he had been born human he might have made a fine assassine. The way he his, he hides under a table in a corner, where he can screen the room easily. He's waiting for Serena.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

When Mercutio's world is a little less fun than usual, he fences.

Truthfully, he fences all the time, but he likes the movements, the patterns that he has been following since he was about six. They are comfortable and familiar and homely.

So there he is outside. And don't worry about the slightly bad mood. It's not noticeable.

[ooc: ~~slowtime liek WO necessary for the next couple hours.~~ necessity gone.]

badinlatin

Uhoh. Mal is cranky. And drinking ~~26th century swill~~ Ng Ka Pe. Have At. Slowly.

Current Mood: cranky

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

Pale jeans, worn and faded and frayed at the edges, at the hole in the knee.

Pale hair, long enough to hang in his face, long enough that he's been mistaken for a girl a few times back home.

Pale skin, almost white, hanging on bones. He's never had much padding, but now he has even less; he really needs to eat more, but he just keeps forgetting while he's here.

Pale eyes, hidden mostly behind a fringe of hair, blue and calm and sure...and ever so lonely as they stare at the wall where a lot of people seem to see a door.

slayer_fray

(OOM: In Haddyn, Mel has a dream)

[um, warning for graphic violence-aftermath stuff. Sorta kinda]

gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com

It had been a long time. A very long time, several months.

So Molly was surprised when she opened the door to her house, only to find a familiar bar on the other side.

Huh, Milliways again.

jack_inthegreen

Jack in at the Bar, drawing in dark, bold strokes.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Shelley Winters has a chance encounter on the Streets of V'Saine.

badderthanyou

Dawn skips happily down the stairs ~~b/c she didn't have to fight with cc banks for 45 minutes to get rid of stuff~~...

anyway -

Dawn skips happily down the stairs, bouncing and swinging her hair that's up in a ponytail, right over to the bar to have pizza and a Diet Coke (sisters are so much alike sometimes).

darkly-romantic.livejournal.com

Voici Louis.

He has been away for a very long time.

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

Sariel.

She's finished looming.
And whitetexting.
And being scary.

And now? She's relaxing with a double vodka.

As approachable as Sariels get.

Maybe.

ihlini-witch.livejournal.com

Ginevra is sitting outside, under a parasol, and drinking ice tea.

It is a pleasant place.

thecoolone

Once upon a time, there was a prince who left his family and kingdom and went off to a strange land where people spoke differently and looked differently. The sounds and sights and smells were different from those he was accustomed to, and the prince thought for a time that he'd made a grave mistake. Had he stayed home, things would have been familiar. They would have been comfortable.

But adventure had always called him; the lure of it was too strong to resist. So he took his time in the strange land and learnt the customs and the language. He learnt the proper way to eat and drink, and the proper way to treat the country's ladies, and went about his quest for riches to bring back to his kingdom. For that was the prince's job, after all. For years he stayed, going home only on the rarest of occasions. For a number of years, the prince thought he might stay in this strange land, make it his home. He grew to love it so very much.

Then, on one visit home, he met a princess visiting from another faraway land. The minute he looked into her eyes he was lovestruck: he knew she was the princess of his heart, the one he was destined to love, and he thanked fate and circumstance for letting him find her. He gave up his adopted homeland and his quest for treasure there so he could stay with the princess, and they were happy.

But it was not a story of happily ever after: both prince and princess grew edgy. Outside the confines of their palace a war was brewing, and an evil wizard threatened the happiness they'd come to know. It ate at them, as strife is wont to do, and the princess fled back to her ancestral home in anger and disappointment. The prince, meanwhile, returned to the treasure-laden land but his heart was heavy and he grew careless in his sorrow.

And one day the evil wizard found the prince and captured him.

For months, nobody knew the prince's whereabouts until one day, nearly at his wit's end, he managed to escape because he was skilled at finding his way out of difficult circumstances. The path that took him away was perilous and twisted, but eventually he found himself again with family and friends.

And the princess was there. But there was still a distance between them, and despite the fact that no prison held the prince, a prison held his heart. Until one day when finally, finally, the prince and the princess talked to one another again and realised that the wall between them had to fall and as it did they fell into one another's arms and never again let go.

Sometimes, stories come true. His princess has a daisy in her hand, plucked from outside, twirling it innocently.

She's not just beautiful: she's beauty.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton staggers down from the Bar, clutching at the door with one arm and bleating in distress, when he's not sneezing that is. Of course, it's unlikely that one would recognise him - his usual clothing is covered up by a tattered brown cloak that makes him look faintly reminiscent of a scarecrow and he has a goat's head. He also appears to have bowed legs and cloven hooves instead of feet.

Occasionally the cloak might shift slightly, and one might see several long gashes on his arms, shoulders and torso, bright red-purple and welt like, but oozing a sort of thick, clear liquid that appears to burn through the cloak and thin dishcloth he's draped over his torso and sizzle when it hits the ground, though it does no damage to the floor. His fur is matted and dirty, his clothes are battered and he looks like he's seen much better days.

"Baaaar?" He bleats, settling down on a barstool and leaning his head against the Bar.

((Slowtime may be necessary, as mun is away for about half an hour to an hour.))

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is trying to eat some supper and keep Seth amused at the same time. Seth is mostly amused by trying to grab at Charlie's supper.

This can only end in tears. Or a dinner plate being spilled all over the floor.

firmus-piett.livejournal.com

There is a brooding admiral at the bar. Maybe he is still upset at the episode with Venkgirl, two days ago.

Maybe it is the fact that he still got bruised ribs, an injured shoulder, and a bandaged left hand. Of course, of all those, only the hand is easily noticeable.

Maybe he is upset by some other reason. Like the fact he has no clue how medical services work here, and is too busy planning someone's demise to go ask. Who knows?

Come on, bug him.

balletrat

*Meg ambles into the bar through the front door and sits down with a coffee cup.

She's rather forgotten to take off her stage makeup, so she still looks rather china-dollish - cheeks bright red, face powdered and eyelids dusted with blue. She'll probably notice. Eventually.*

mnt_mike

Mike is seated by the fire.
Mike has his guitar.
The guitar has seen better days.
As can Mike's ability to play it.

On the floor to his left is a Learn to Play Guitar guide.
On the right, sheet music.

el-vago.livejournal.com

There's a 17th-century Castillian inna bar. He is drinking, and not simply because that's what you do in a bar. He's got reasons. Possibly more interesting however, he also has a book in front of him. The Complete Works of Shakespeare. Yes, he's become addicted.

Come visit. Don't let the clown makeup scare you off. He doesn't bite. Unless you ask nicely.

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

Charles, in a chair, in the middle of the bar. Being very visible.

He's wearing red today.

pirate_jack

Jack's slouched in the corner of a booth, black eyes glittering as he watches the room.

(Sparrow Richards Sparrow)

A single tarnished coin catches the light intermittently as he restlessly makes it walk over his fingers, and a bottle of rum stands nearby, completely ignored.

He has the look of a man rapidly approaching the edge of a cliff without caring about the fall.

dontusemyphone.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to last night, Richard attempts to go to his room after the triplets are hauled off to the cells for torturing him (and George)

http://users.livejournal.com/_venus_de_milo/

Venus is being a good girl and is not running around being crazy at people. Instead, she is being very bored. Or people watching, as some people would say. There is a slowly growing bottle cap pyramid on the table.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche bounces in through the painting portal, wearing Enjolras' red jacket.

Today is the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille. He knows this because Marius told him. He's celebrating it.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

*John sits at his usual place, drinking double Bushmills*

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

Chase is in the Bar.

He does not know that Ramon Salazar is hanging around.

He does not know that his daughter is currently in the care of a schizophrenic harpist.

He does not know that his best friend may or may not be pregnant by said schizophrenic harpist.

He does not know that one of his other friends has run afoul of Q and spontaneously aged about 45 years.

Because he is Chase, and Chase is always the very last one to find out about everything important that happens in the 24 Milliplot, or else he just wouldn't be the Chase we all know, love and frequently want to smack upside the head, he is blissfully oblivious. And thus, Chase is in a good mood.

Who wants to be the first to ruin it? Line starts over there.

Current Mood: calm

-thief-catcher-.livejournal.com

Juilin Sandar is sitting by himself, seemingly staring at a blank wall. That, however, is not what he is doing. He is evaluating the bar and the patrons.

[ooc: This is his second night in the bar. Have at him]

coming-west.livejournal.com

Cally is sitting at the bar with a cup of tea.

The bar kindly made it appear upon her arrival, as well as a book about embassy architecture, which she is now looking at intently.

She might be happier about the contents of the book and take it as a good sign if it weren't for the unnerving fact that she can't fathom how the bar knows about her application to intern at a British embassy for the summer. She tries to enjoy the book and not think about the letter that should be arriving any day now (acceptance or rejection), or the bar's seeming omniscience.

Current Mood: unnerved

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

[OOMish: Jag and Jaina enjoy their first "real" date in two years. Millitimed to Tuesday night after the prank.]

leplusbeau

*Fleur is plopped gracefully at the bar, wet and happy. Walkies and swims and things with one day to-be-husbands can do that to a girl.*

*She is twirling a daisy between her fingers and grinning to herself.*

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava's down in the bar, at a table. There's a half-empty, cool cup of hot chocolate at the table, and she's looking through her altas for a few things.

(If she's woeful that Archie's gone for the quest, she's dealing.)

((Summary:Svava talks to Cally about trying to locate Chechnya in her atlas, they also talk about maps in general. Chur is sick, poor thing, Svava does her best to comfort her and alliviate sypmtoms. Ace is trying to deal with not being able to get into the cells, Svava goes for good old Norse Therapy, and gets her drunk.))

mogget_cat

*Yrael sits at the bar, tuning his violin. He is smiling, slightly.*

*Come talk to the Bright Shiner.*

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina sits at the bar with a chocolate milkshake and Catch-22. She's almost done with the book. Hurrah!

Feel free to bug her. She's been in a great mood all week.

silver_flecks

Del is in

ish
here
out there

the Bar, looking about with
purple
fractured
eyes

and humming to herself.

Dazed.

Like seeing a new place

or

looking for someone in particular.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

s'Ffalenn bastard in the bar.

He's got music, and a small smile on his lips.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

It's become a nightly ritual. Grab some cocoa from the Bar, head to the Office for an hour or so, stare at the blank walls of Tim's cell for a while, trying to convince Baby to let her in. Or to at least let her see. Leave when the cocoa is finished.

This time the door doesn't open. She tries to pick it, but Baby's done something to the lock, and her keys don't work.

Very calmly, she sets her cocoa down on a nearby table, and heads out the lakeside door.

All is quiet from that quarter for some time. Then, if you happen to be looking outside, there's brief flare of bright flame almost at the opposite end of the lake, and the faint crack of far away explosives going off.

Some time later, Ace returns, reclaims her cocoa, and goes to curl up on the couch in front of the fire. She now smells vaugely of cordite and smoke.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Hey look. There's an empath at a table. Instead of her usual pile of papers and books, her usual table has a pile of plastic pieces on it. Legos, actually. If one were to look at them, one might figure out that she's building a model of the Millenium Falcon. To one side are little Lego-people, Han, Leia, Luke, Chewwie, but also Anakin, Obi-Wan, Padme, and some random stormtroopers and battledroids. Looks like an odd conglomeration of the entire saga. She's actually almost done with the Falcon. Then again, when is the Falcon ever done?

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia's at an out-of-the-way table again, knitting. The blanket she's making is taking shape, in gently blended forest hues*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

OOM: Millitimed to right before the Cold War team goes on their mission: Elaine and Ryan say goodbye.

prydeful

Kitty has Derry on her lap, and a book in front of her, reading quietly.

""Where are the men?" the little prince at last took up the conversation again. "It is a little lonely in the desert . . ."

"It is also lonely among men," the snake said.

The little prince gazed at him for a long time.

"You are a funny animal," he said at last. "You are no thicker than a finger . . ."

"But I am more powerful than the finger of a king," said the snake.

The little prince smiled.

"You are not very powerful. You haven't even any feet. You cannot even travel . . ."

"I can carry you farther than any ship could take you," said the snake.

He twined himself around the little prince's ankle, like a golden bracelet.

"Whomever I touch, I send back to the earth from whence he came," the snake spoke again. "But you are innocent and true, and you come from a star . . ."

The little prince made no reply.

"You move me to pity--you are so weak on this Earth made of granite," the snake said. "I can help you, some day, if you grow too homesick for your own planet. I can--"

"Oh! I understand you very well," said the little prince. "But why do you always speak in riddles?"

"I solve them all," said the snake.

And they were both silent. "

Derry seems very content with the story, her small hand flailing out from time to time to touch a picture.

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Raph indulges April's birthday wish (not that one, perverts) for what is absolutely not a date. Missing necklaces, misplaced woe, spontaneous swimming, and chocolate cake inna face. Timed for last Monday, and finally finished, wooooo.]

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

Zoe is in the bar.

Yay?

blue-bat.livejournal.com

[OOM: Dick and Roy talk about Jason and his return.]

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Millie and Wade are out by the lake, flying a kite. Snow and Millie are holding the string, Wade gusting around and having the kite make loop-the-loops, sharp dives and swift upturns, and other tricks*

Current Mood: relaxed

collar-fetish.livejournal.com

Kyle was drinking. Drinking alcohol, to be precise. Lots of it, actually. Hey, if you had to spend all your time in outer space and with Guy as your only constant companion? You might be driven to drink, too.

And it wasn't as if he had that high of a tolerance for alcohol, either. So drink by drink, Kyle Rayner was steadily heading for drunkness. And a possible hangover for the next morning.

Currently, he was drinking some colorful cocktail or another that the bar had produced for him, with those little tiny umbrellas in them. He sipped at it, the color of his cheeks already showing that this was far from his first drink.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

[OOC: Militimed to Tuesday, and locked to Cameron please.]

The Tylenol Sara helped him take had little effect. Enough he could feel a difference in his head, but...not his leg. He didn't dare try to sit up, knew he'd regret it if he did.

He vagually remembered a cat sleeping on hs chest. The cat was long gone now though, and he thought maybe it was a dream. Or a nightmare of sorts since he was turning into a dog. But the cat had been commforting, and he felt an emptiness now that he realised it was either gone, or wasn' real to begin with.

He raised his arm to his head, but with eyes closed because he didn't want to look at it and see a dog paw where his hand should have been. The fur was creepong further up his arm, to ihs elbow now.

He moans and tries to pull his legs in to his chest, the right one refuses.

in-it.livejournal.com

[OOM: Andrew confesses to Sam about kissing Mel and his psychic connection with JD. Oh, and there is also NC-17-rated Woobie!smut. No, I'm not kidding. Timed to last Friday.]

simon_doctor

The door slides open, and in walk a couple of Tams.

River's wearing Indy's fedora, an old shirt of Simon's over a favorite yellow shirt of hers, and black biker shorts. She looks a little like a kid playing dress-up, an impression heightened by her delighted grin.

Simon's smiling too. It's been a pretty good day.

last_adam

*Adam's out behind the bar, by the lake. From where he's sitting, he can see both Crowley's grave and the site where he'd attacked Raguel last week. He's got a stone in his hand, but he doesn't try to skip it, he's just turning it around and around and around...*

mr-brautigan.livejournal.com

Ted has been talking to Roland outside. Catching up.

They both come in from the lake door; Ted notices Simon and River just coming in.

Roland has noticed, too.

He looks at Ted, eyebrows raised...and Ted closes his eyes for a moment and says, "All right."

They head over.