milliways_bar | Aug. 3rd, 2005

Aug. 3rd, 2005

*Angelina comes down the stairs, with her broom slung over her shoulder and a broomstick servicing kit tucked under her arm. She gets a butterbeer from bar and then goes to a table.

Her drink remains almost untouched as she trims and straightens the twigs. It's busy work really. She's just keeping her hands occupied. Come and say hi and keep her mind occupied as well.*

aj_crawley

The door swings open, and Crowley is visible leaning against the doorjamb, one hand holding a mobile telephone to his ear. Those nearest the door might possibly be able to hear something involving the words 'Friday. No, Friday. Morning, or you'll be needing one of your own, since I advise you not to stay in the country'.

Eventually, phone returned to his pocket, the demon shuffles in. His walking is improving by the day, but he's still steering close to tables and chairs, trailing a hand over them as he passes to keep his balance. He signals to a waitrat, who scurries over with a pot of tea as he takes a seat at a table.

He doesn't look in the best mood ever, but he's probably not going to set fire to anything.

a-fell.livejournal.com

*Aziraphael comes into the bar. Hopefully there's no one directly in front of him, since he's not looking where he's going - he's pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed. It's been a rather trying week, and even the carefully wrapped first editions he's cradling have done nothing to improve things. And, to top it all off, his neck has just started itching.

By the pricking of my thumbs...

He sighs and looks around the bar.

Priceless books drop from suddenly nerveless fingers, and it's a long moment before he can persuade his legs to carry him over to where a familiar figure sits*

Current Mood: nervous

pjpettigrew.livejournal.com

Peter comes in, looking a bit rumpled--as if he had just woken up from sleep. As a matter of fact, that's pretty close to the truth.

Tea is not sufficient this evening. He needs coffee. Lots of coffee.

The bar cheerfully provides a mug, a pitcher of milk and a sizeable carafe.

He thanks the bar, takes the coffee paraphrenalia over to a table (using Wingardium Leviosa on what he can't carry in his two hands), pours himself a mug, and sits down to do some serious people-watching.

Come and say hi.

OOC: Slowtimed to allow the muns to sleep.

Current Mood: sleepy

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Suit shopping, or, Aziraphael's worst nightmare.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

OOM: Ron arrives back at Grimmauld Place. Mild HBP Spoilers.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Eddie writes some more.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: An Escape from Reality. Some things are starting to get to Tony. ]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Last night, a portrait of Naraht could have been called "Horta In Contemplation".

This morning a more appropriate title would be "Troubled Horta with Shale Chips".

Because Naraht is very troubled due to information gleaned from his conversations last night. And his current thoughts regarding various patrons, the troubles with Security and the ethics of Milliways may lead him to leave this place perminantly if he cannot find a way to resolve these problems.

Come talk to him. He needs more information before he can make any decisions.

gone_byebye

Ray's in the bar with what appears to be a holo-projected model of a badly contained nuclear meltdown in front of him.

Oh, wait, that's just his room upstairs.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is outside, shamelessly stealing a page from Murphy's book.

Bottles are carefully arranged a good distance away. She checks for the presence of others before drawing out her gun.

The sound of shattering glass is oddly satisfying.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Having had quite a lot of help last night- from Isaac the adept, from Cassie (whom he still thinks of as something very like to a Maia in human form), and from Garion- Gimli is at a stage where all he can do with the foundations of his forge is wait for them to dry completely. In practical terms, this places him in the Bar with a plate of meat and bread, and perhaps some architectural drawings marked out in the Cirth.

alwaysroomforhope

There's a sleepy-looking Steph in the bar, curled up in a booth with a plate of bacon and eggs. Come say hi.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( The One that Didn't Happen... )

just_the_doctor

Doctor inna bar. Well, not yet. Actually, he's paused at the top of the stairs.

He takes a deep breath, and then pitches forward.

No, he's not masochistic or suicidal or crazy or anything like that. Well, maybe crazy. But just a bit.

At any rate, he looks up and is struck by the menagerie of those assembled in the bar, and quite forgets to tumble down the steps. Instead, he gingerly floats downward, not quite touching the ground, until he gets to the bottom of the steps.

Practice makes perfect, after all.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph, having eaten and woken up properly, heads out to the lake for a solitary run. On her way, she stops at the Bar, and asks "Could you give this to Roy Harper? If you see him, I mean? Please?"

The note vanishes, and Steph beams. "Thank you!"

( Roy - )

blue-bat.livejournal.com

Dick is in the bar, hiding in a shadowey corner, with his head on the table. He feels this is the only sane reaction to a pounding hangover headache. He should probably try to find a way to fix it, but? He's just going to sit here and hope it goes away.

Assist a poor boy, why don't you?

flyingfen.livejournal.com

Fenchurch is at the bar with her morning cup of tea, actually sitting on a stool.

If you know her, this might be sort of surprising.

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

After this, in which Holmes brings April to Baker Street on her request.

[OOM: Baker Street, 221B: Waking (millitimed to Tuesday morning)

As of this OOM, April is stranded in Holmes' London of 1889.]

That evening, Holmes delivers April's note along with a very awkward explanation to Raph. Who shockingly does not murder him. Yet.

[ooc: Warnings for some very mild and/or implied sexuality. Nothing explicit.]

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Shelley and Ishamael visit another V'Saine.

As to what they find there...

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht glides up to the Bar and leaves a message. He needs information and he's no longer going to wait until he manages to bump into the person who may have it.

( To Barry Allen )

He glides over to watch the stars explode and wait.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Asmodean is at the piano. He is playing an especially sad version of the Beatles song, Yesterday.

He does have a very pretty voice... A shame the song is so sad.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though there here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be.
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why she had to go,
I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Why she had to go,
I don't know she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
Now I long for yesterday.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

Bright and early again, the bar's resident dining car is behind the bar, setting out juice, sugar, sauces, all the things one needs for a good breakfast at the end of the Universe, the specials already written up on the chalk board:

Breakfast Specials
Breakfast Wellington
Apple And Raisin Oven Pancakes
Half a grapefruit

"What'll you have?"

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is standing out at the lake. She is wearing a pinstriped man's shirt and her usual leather trousers. A book on the ground in front of her flaps in the wind. She appears to be doing something, but it's hard to tell what. Whenever someone comes near, she stands still until they go away. Well, this is secretive. Her hair whips in the wind, along with the loose shirt tails. She has no idea about fashion.

Whatever you do, don't insult her clothes.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is playing "Freebird" on his guitar by the observation window.

You know the one. If I leave here tomorrow, will you still remember me . . .

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was perched near the observation window, the beaded crow perched on her shoulder. His name was Ryntho, and he was sitting at an angle, but then again, he was made of wire and beads and a bit lopsided, she seemed happy enough, eating her pizza and watching the universe end, she hadn't actually watched it in a while, and she'd forgotten how spectacularly humbling it was.

She could probably use some company though, and maybe dessert.

(the usual, lunchtime at work got about fifteen minutes, any tags I don't catch I'll pick up when I get home)

rebel-jaffa.livejournal.com

A man appears at the entrance to Milliways who happens to be very tall and muscular and, at the moment, also very confused.

Teal’c looks around with one eyebrow raised. He had just been in Jack O’Neill’s fishing cabin, how had he ended up here?

He, O’Neill, Colonel Carter, and Daniel Jackson had just been fishing (well, more like pointlessly lounging around with fishing poles by a lake that had no fish), and he remembered that had been overcome with the need to empty his bladder, having drunk too many Dr. Pepper’s (crazy Tau'ri and their strange beverages). He had then entered the cabin, opened the door to the restroom, and found himself in a bar. How peculiar.

Perhaps O’Neill’s bathroom was a portal. Unlikely.

Teal’c decided he would figure out the answer to this mystery later, right now he had more pressing problems. Like were the restroom facilites were.

Current Mood: confused

latino_menace

Ramon. Thinking about evil things. But in a pretty good mood despite that. Or - if we're honest - because of it.

Have at.

the-eternal-man.livejournal.com

There is a very old man staring out at the destruction of the universe. He's taking it all in carefully, sometimes with a smile, shaking his head the rest of the time. In a good way though. There's a scroll beside him and a thick stack of notes.

He doesn't look that old. But he is, trust me. And he didn't sleep next to an ale keg last night, so he's feeling in pretty good health - he'd welcome company for a change.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Claire's indisposed, so Bernard emerges from the Staff Wing and strides behind the Bar.*

Specials this afternoon are Hoegaarden Ale, Sam Adams Cherry Wheat, and Labatt's Blue.

What'll you have?

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe has been around, you just haven't noticed. At the moment she's watching people and taking long sips from her glass of water.

She's looking for someone. But she'll talk to anyone if it takes her mind off of all the weird stuff that's been going down lately.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is sitting in a booth with Michael Guerin, talking earnestly and quietly about the plans to take back Antar.

Feel free to come talk to either or both of them.

scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com

Commodore Norrington walks into the bar, looking... a little less tired and strained than last time, perhaps, but not by much.

gris_bug_man

Entomologist inna bar. Once again, he is working. Not on paperwork, though.

He's making lists. Or attempting to.

He's never had to plan a wedding before.

backwardname.livejournal.com

Campbell Alexander takes a step into the bar, holding Judge's collar as usual.

They're followed by four rather excited puppies, who are now walking on their own. The fifth one was given to his owner already.

And so man, dog, and puppies head to a seat in the center area of the bar, where the four owners of the four puppies have a good view to pick them up.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[in a booth, there is a Delia - cool and poised and dressed in...]

[well, blue jeans and her black halter-neck, so not green. For once]

[and she's cleaning Indy's gun.]

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio comes into the main bar and settles himself at a table. A dramatic and appreciative silence completely fails to fall.

Eh. You can't have everything.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Court has expectations.

Court is filled with people.

Court is...well, the reason Morgan is currently sitting by the oberservation window, sipping a cup of tea. Too many lies and falsehoods and...

There is something not quite human how she studies the dying stars. Or maybe just something not quite sane.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

After retrieving a combination and a key (and a drink) from Bernard, Trillian's over at her usual table.

Eyeing a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.

The question is if she actually wants to drink it or not.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

(OOM: Room 150 and Peter was packing)
Peter walked over to the Bar with his key.

"Uh, need me to turn this in? Not sure when I'll be back." Peter placed the key on the wooden surface, but it didn't disappear. "Answers that question, thanks." He palmed the key in his pocket again

He stood in front of the door, and took a brief glance at the bar behind him. Hard to believe it, but part of him was going to miss this nuthouse.

"Well, they'll have to do without me for a bit."

He then grinned, got a good hold on his gear, and opened the door. The roof of the Firehall laid before him, and the familiar skyline glinting in the sun. Didn't look flat and extra colorful either. Looked like home all right.

Still grinning, he stepped through, and the door shut behind him.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Lenny's in the bar again. This time wearing green and white bike shorts. He had put his bike outside, but first he needs to get a drink and some food to energize himself.

"Bar, may I please have a drink and some food? Pasta with no sauce and a carrot juicer." These appear and he takes them to a table nearby.

Please do tell him that he's crazy for wanting to go biking in the rain.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is sitting in bar, with a drink in his hand. It's been there for a while this morning. He keeps going to take a sip, then changing his mind. He's really unsure as to whether he can handle a gargle blaster in his current human condtion. Have a shot at him, he's not as mopey today.*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, in her normal Barmaiding outfit, takes her tray from Bar, and begins waiting on people.

She's in a great mood, of course. Having nice friends and a wonderful, loving relationship with a good man will do that for a woman.

She works her normal hours, is a wonderful waitress, then goes off-duty at precisely Midnight.

[OOC: and the mun is off to a concert! see you!]

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle in booth, with iPod and beer, looking pensive and dejected, et cetera.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really.

Have at. Especially if you are either a certain Shakespearian from Verona or a certain Vago from Castille.

But preferably not both at the same time. Because we all know how well that works.

4-4-time.livejournal.com

The (eight legged) Horse hasn't been around to be seen of late. He's been away after finding he wasn't the only survivor from Ragnarok, out in the woods. Or at least not around. Others might say he was sulking, but- He would not sulk. He had been thinking, and mentally muttering.

He's back, now, at least, haunting along the edge of the paddock and by the stables, watching the various buildings of Milliways for other people.

human-child.livejournal.com

Another day at the bookstore. Or is it.

Bastian looked around. This was definitely not the back room. It looked like... a bar. Some of who's patrons looked like they belonged in Fantasia.

Well, it looked like an interesting place to spend a few hours. Bastian needed his bag, though. One never knows when they are going to run into inspiration. He ran back, grabbed the bag, and came back into the bar.

"Okay. Now.... Well, I guess I'll find a seat."

And so he did. At a small, comfortable table in the middle of the room.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra strides out of her room, her phoenix uniform cleaned and unwrinkled. The brown coat that Petra usualy wears in the bar is no where in sight. She's heading for the doorway out of here.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

A Jedi walks into the Bar. She may seem slightly familiar to some people (the three vertical scars on her forehead are still there, after all), but she's aged quite a bit since she was last here.

Distracted by the vague sense of foreboding that has been haunting her through the Force lately, it takes a minute before she realizes that this is not her damutek on Zonama Sekot (no longer shared with the Yuuzhan Vong priest Harrar, but a mixed group of warriors, shapers, and ~~Shamed~~ Extolled Ones), but that somehow or another...

After a vacation of almost five years, Tahiri has returned to Milliways.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: In the hospital, part II]

renevatio.livejournal.com

[OOM: Lincoln slips back to the Institute, has more nightmares, then ventures forth once more. Screaming "Don't go in there!" at the movie screen has clearly not worked.]

When you have seen the kind of things Lincoln 6-Echo has just seen, there is only one word:

( Run. )

He's come into Milliways again. He's not so shocked as he was the first time, but not nearly as calm either. "Somebody help!" he shouts. His hand is numb when he stumbles away from the doorknob. Lincoln knows he has to go back and get Jordan, he can't let them do that to her. People are staring at him. At this point, however, he's not terribly concerned with being orderly and civil.

[[Open to all! Though

flybywash gets the honor of ending the thread. *halo!*]]

Current Mood: scared

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's out at the edge of the lake.

He's removed his shoes and socks, rolled up his jeans, and is currently wading about near the banks.

He looks thoughtful. And rather wet.

Come say hello.

roswell_grey

There is a flash of light and that Asgard transporter sound (tm) and Thor is present in the bar - no chair this time. He looks around a bit, then takes a seat at the bar.

valehero.livejournal.com

With a thundering earthquake, two trees in the forest area behind the bar collapse. With the dust settling, Isaac comes forth, dusting off his shirt and looking as he has been for several days now...dirty. He makes his way over towards the door to the bar and, with a heavy sigh, pushes his way inside and drags his feet over towards his now usual booth. It's been a while since he could say anything was "usual".

Feel free to bug...

(OOC: Gotta go eat, I'll be back in a bit...)

song-of-stars.livejournal.com

*If one were to glance out the observation windows now, one would see a young woman in a black evening gown sitting on nothing and taking notes on a scroll of parchment with a quill. If one were to tap on the window, she might come in...*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes into the bar, from outside.

It's raining out, and she's wet, clothes and hair sticking to her skin.

But she's grinning, as she wrings her hair out, and looking thoroughly unconcerned about the possibility of catching cold.

Yeah, she's a little bit crazy.

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways]

Jack makes his way down the steps, Teddy in his arms. He looks around for a familiar face or two and, failing finding one, settles down at the bar herself to get some food for Teddy and himself.

Come say hi.

shelley_winters

[OOC: A little while after an alternate V'Saine.]

The door from the lake opens, and Shelley Winters comes in.

It is fairly obvious that she is not all right, and this time she is not even trying to hide it. Her eyes are red, and her expression is turned inward. She barely seems to see the bar and its patrons as she walks slowly toward the stairs.

The girl is also wearing a very unusual dark green dress - the height of Second Age fashion, for any who would recognise it.

Stop her, if you like.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Leaving Neptune]

The front door opens, and Lilly Kane steps through. She's tired and her head is killing her, but there's a smile on her face anyway. It worked. It's over. She's back.

el-vago.livejournal.com

Andres is in the bar.
~~The mun is not feeling up to a creative entry post~~
There are people he still hasn't met.
If you are one of them, or even if you are not,
come say hi.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie has been in his room a lot, and hasn't heard all the good news. But he does eat out here, and he's seen the announcement posted in the bar.

Specials:

Diablo
Pink Lady
Wedding Belle Cocktail

COngratulations Bernard and Tonks!

He's got chalk dust on his hands, which he rinses off in the sink, and then he tosses a towel over his shoulder and straightens up to face the Bar. "Good evening, everybody. And welcome to Happy Hour."

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

MacManus.

Paradoxes.

Booth.

gone_byebye

Ray's remembered to take his goggles off today. Which is good, because they would only get in the way of his earphones.

He's quite forgotten that he's whistling along to the tune of Secret Agent Man, the poor guy.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace in a bar!
She's contentedly sitting near the fire, with an open book, but her attention is more on the lively doberman puppy bouncing around her on the blanket she snagged from her room.

No, the puppy will not be called Nitro.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

The back door fies open, and a girl runs in, blonde braid dripping, clothes soaked. It would seem that, at least for a moment, it was raining out by the lake. She plunks down at the bar, where a mug of tea appears, along with a book. It would seem that she doesn't know where her towel is.

magick-willow.livejournal.com

*Willow walks in from another day at the Lake, laptop under her arm*

jedipilot.livejournal.com

There's a Jaina sitting at a bar, no Zekk in sight this time. She's reading Ender's Game and enjoying a glass of Corellian ale. Every now and then, she laughs - something completely unrelated to the book, but has everything to do with Zekk vaping another run on the sim. He really isn't the pilot he likes to make himself out to be sometimes.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Lee wanders out to the lake, in Bar-provided swim trunks and a t-shirt, hoping Andres is still around. He hadn't meant to be quite so chilly with him earlier, and he's hoping they might be able to reconcile and go for a swim together or something.

Poor doomed bastard.

[OOC: Locked to Ramon for DOOM. I mean, uh, plot. Thanks!

ETA: Due to some graphic violence, reader discretion advised.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is in the bar ~~doing yoga~~ sprawled on his stomach on a table. His burns are still there. They're better, maybe even beginning to fade from his face, but still there.

He may or may not be humming to himself.

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

After a strange conversation about what to talk about with Andres, Entipy find her own table and sits. She looks around the bar for someone to talk to. She's in a wonderful mood, do take advantage.

balletrat

*Meg heads into the bar through the front door and hops up onto a stool, grabbing the cup of coffee that appears. She's got a smudge of pink face makeup on her cheek, leftover from her show, and looks a trifle tired.*

edwardishungry.livejournal.com

*Ed bounces down the stairs, with a dog following closely behind her. She looks around and finds a table to sit under. Is it yours?*

paper-agent.livejournal.com

Yomiko comes downstairs, stretching her arms above her head. She hasn't been seen for a couple of days because she was busy reading Diana Gabaldon's Outlander. And Dragonfly in Amber. And Voyager. She sort of forgot to eat while she was doing that.

She returns those three to the bar, and Drums of Autumn appears on the bar, along with a large bowl of noodles and chicken.

Yomiko takes her things back to her favorite booth and sits down and starts to eat, regarding the book.

You can feel free to bother her. She could probably use the human interaction.

Mun is around and in crackchat, but sometimes misses things - so ping at AIM elastimom05 if it seems like you are being ignored...

Current Mood: pensive

asar-suti.livejournal.com

There is a slightly purple deity by the fireplace.

Asar-Suti has coffee, has fed the trilobites, has a book forgotten in his lap, and is watching the trilobite tank.

He would look a bit exhausted, if gods ever looked exhausted.

In any case, he would like some company - preferably faun-shaped company among it, but anybody is welcome.

[[OOC: Wheee, the house guests are gone, and the mun is good for four or five hours of peaceful and uninterrupted RP!!]]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the bar.

Once again, he's stuffed from shaping rocks for the walls of Gimli's forge.

Once again, he's troubled. He still has many questions that require answers.

And he has a feeling of deep foreboding for some reason.

Someone please buy this Horta a graphite.

young_tmriddle

*Tom enters in from the House of Arch. He seems cheerful enough, but the smile is not quite reaching his eyes.

It's been a rough past... several weeks.

He genuinely cheers up when he sees Eddie is tending bar.*

sai_delgado

Susan Delgado comes out of the staff hallway carrying her workbasket and slips through the crowd, heading toward the fireplace couch.

Once there, she settles down and pulls out the half-finished purple hat, and begins to shape and sew it once more. She'll be done with it this evening, mayhap.

robinton-harper.livejournal.com

Robinton is in a booth, carefully pouring over leaf of music. It's the Rhapsody, should a certain Bard be interested. He wouldn't read the other, not out in the bar.

But there he is, tapping a long forefinger on the table in sync with the piano sounding in his imagination, elegantly sipping a glass of Benden Wine.

There's a harp case on the seat next to him.

He'll play, if asked.

He is, after all, Masterharper.

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Wednesday - and time for Specials. By opening his recipe book at random, gil has come up with the following menu:

Clam Chowder

Beef Wellington

Cheese Leek and Potato Pie

and

Raspberry Fool

He writes it up legibly but with no frills today, having a lot on his mind.

[ooc:if it's any other staff members turn today i apologise. Just assume it's the lunch menu. Not sure when i'll be on again]

smallestopener

Pre-Milliways that is actually Post-Milliways by fifteen years

*She Opened as the magic spiraled down the key shaped as a yoyo, carved by a beloved friend many, many years before.

When she Opened her eyes, Ingress, now an 21 year old Herald of Valdemar, finds herself in Milliways.*

Bloody hells...

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

There are two Chappelles in the bar.

Chris is sitting at a table and working on a Rubik's cube ~~the Rubik's cube is winning~~ and her father sits at the bar reading a book and talking to Elaine.

She knows he is keeping an eye on her after what happened with Ramon and that he's unlikely to let her out of his sight while she's in the bar. It's burdensome but after what happened she can't blame him.

She sighs and turns the squares on the cube.

Current Mood: aggravated

mctrillian.livejournal.com

[ OOM: The combination of Zaphod's stamps, Trillian's wounded pride, a ceiling and a SuperBall lead to a minor decorative disaster. Schmoop abound, and temporarily slowtimed. ]

dontusemyphone.livejournal.com

There is a Richard in the bar.

THis is noteworthy.

It's the first time he's come down alone since the incident with the triplets.

His eyes are darting around nervously, and he's fighting the urge to run back upstairs. But he doesn't want t hide up there forever. Nor does he wan tto rely of George Mason or Chloe O'Brien to babysit him when he does come down.

He has to do this. On his own.

Try not to frighten him, bu please come say hello. Satan's Little Helpers need not apply.

flybywash

[OOM: In which Serenity's new shields are tested, and Wash informs Mal of the results. Neither of those events go over too well. (Especially the latter.) Millitimed to yesterday.]

winged-defender.livejournal.com

Parrot flying back and forth all over the bar, looking for food to steal, objects to destroy, and people to bother.

~~Mun may have to leave rather suddenly in an hour or two. Say sorry if it happens.~~

Mun is now gone.

steadfastknight

There was a car in the bar. This wasn't so unusual anymore, even if the car was solid black instead of black and silver. He'd just finished the remastering of the photo that he'd found in Ray's reality.

A black Trans-Am, highly customed, with a red scanner.

Odd how a car found that sight a little chilling.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

He's not getting much relief from the Tylenol anymore. He needs Vicodin.

He's sitting at the bar, caressing the edge of it, thinking about asking for some, reasoning that it is the only thing that works.

Please, someone, distract him before he breaks down and betrays himself.

wearsturtleneck.livejournal.com

Self absorbed, self justified, self correcting terrorist in the bar, eating steak and salad.

Why self correcting? Because he promised his daughter he'd keep his hands clean. He thinks she trusts him,a nd he wants to prove he loves her and respects her and all that jazz.

It's difficult.

He's miserable.

Stop by and say hello.

undignified

Wes, at the Bar, with lum. He doesn't know about any conversations that may or may not have taken place between his two best friends last night, or else he would be flailing ever so slightly ~~LIKE HIS MUN STILL IS~~.

But he doesn't, so he's not, so he's just sitting there, drinking his lum and looking round.

Feel free to interrupt his all-important lum-drinking.

valehero.livejournal.com

Isaac takes a deep breath as he stands before the door to the bar. Maybe, just maybe, he will find his way home through it this time. As he closes his eyes, he pushes the door open with one hand and slowly steps through. Once on the other side, he opens his eyes slowly to see...the bar. Well, that didn't work either...

With a sigh, he walks over to his usual table and sits down. He'd give anything to see his friends and home again. Perhaps some company may help cheer him up about his predicament.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

[After this:]

Beaten, broken federal agent dragging himself into the Bar, barely able to stand upright. His left eye is blackened, his lip cut and bleeding, his hair leaf-strewn and wild as if it's been yanked on. He's holding his side in agony.

He's consciously trying to avoid healers. Avoid everyone, for that matter.

[OOC: Locked to Andres and Random, and then the doom will be over for the night.]

gonna_live

...somewhere along the line, Miss Kaywinnit Lee Frye discovered the delights of Mandarine Napoleon.

It's fruit-tasting.

It's alcoholic.

Kaylee is curled up on the couch with a fair-sized glass of this, and a huge, ancient, cloth-covered book that has seen better days.

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

Venus is sitting in front of area of wall where the door should be and not thinking of her princess or her friends at all.

"Okay, so. You're related to Pluto. Or you find her hot. So, if I pull the favor she owes me and get her to stop by for a visit, will you open and/or appear for me?"

There is still no door.

"Guess that's a 'no', then."

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is in the bar, with his newly-acquired Doberman puppy.

The pup needs a name. Come offer suggestions.

red-as-rose.livejournal.com

It's funny how things happen.

When one hasn't been to a place in a while, one may think about returning to it. But if one is Rose Red, one is worrying more about keeping things running in one's own place, stopping terrorist revolutions in one's own place, and of course throwing parties in one's own place.

This is why it's funny when Rose Red opens the door to what she thought was home.

And it's Milliways.

"... Nice."

It's definitely familiar.

[OOC: And now just as I post and get one tag in, I've got to be off because of my mother's deciding that the family Bends To Her Will At All Costs ... er, and I suppose we do. So, thread is slowtimed, and I am in fact not present.]

msmartha.livejournal.com

*Martha sits upon a table top, watching the bar go by. She's got a smile for you, if you want one.*

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason's in a booth, making faces at his Gatorade. At least he's not bleeding through anymore, but he obviously isn't moving more than he has to.
Feel free to distract him.

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara runs to Willow, gathering her in her arms. Tears drip down her face as streaks of red start to reappear in Willow's hair.

"Baby, what happened? What's going on?"

leplusbeau

*Fleur is in the bar.*

*To be more exactly, Fleur is under a bar stool. You can tell it is her because of the thong. Skirts are not the best uniforms for searching on all fours.*

Aha!--ouch!

*She sits back on her haunches, rubbing on her head. Head first collusions with the underside of the bar will do that to a girl.*

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

There has been quite enough checking of plans for the evening. Gimli is done with checking plans. Now he is checking mortar, thank you, and oh, wouldn't you know it, it's dry enough and the stones are set...

Time to mix up another batch and begin laying the lesser stones for the smithy walls, one layer at a time.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy at the bar. With beer. Not really doing anything. Just thinking.

This is not a good thing. Please distract him.

prydeful

12 waitrats a-waiting
11 folken a-facepalming
10 bartenders a-serving
09 couples a-proposing
08 crossovers and a-counting
07 nights a-week
06 angels so far
05 bottles of Atlantean
04 Endless and
03 Endless more
02 head barmen so far
and
01 Kitty now in a bar.

desert-worm.livejournal.com

Luke's sitting at the bar. He's in a generally good mood tonight, for no special reason.

young_tmriddle

*He is walking to the House of Arch painting when he sees her standing before it. Tall, blue hair, opalescent eyes... grown up.*

Ingress?

*This happened to Sunny once. Anthy's cookies, wasn't it?*

Are you... Did Anthy give you something to eat?

slayer_fray

(The One that Happened Afterwards)

[You didn't think we'd leave you on that cliffhanger, did you? Find out what happened to Micheal and Melaka after the ill fated knob incident...]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

A note has been left with the Bar, with specific instructions that it should be given to the next Security member who approaches the Bar.

Attn Security:

The man known as Gaston is back in the bar. He is big, hairy, remarkably stupid, and prone to breaking out in ridiculous song. Many of you already know about him.

My thanks,
Wolf

A few extremely observant patrons might notice a glimpse of a tail dissapearing up the stairs.