milliways_bar | Aug. 5th, 2005

Aug. 5th, 2005

safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com

[OOM: Tonight's special: doom. Lots of it. Doom all round, as far as teenage superheroes go.]

Door's curled up in an armchair, staring into the fire.

She was crying a while ago, and hasn't bothered to wash her face since.

She has hot chocolate, with a shot of Bailey's in it.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia walks down the stairs, singing under her breath]

[someone's happy]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is curled in an armchair with a positively radiant expression.
And a book.
He figures it's late enough that no one would really notice.

simon_doctor

[Two OOMs, both on Serenity:

Two nights ago, just after the test of Serenity's newly installed shields, Simon and Kaylee talk.

And tonight, just before going to bed, Simon finds a message.]

howling_laugh

[OOM: Coyote and Raven arrive back on Earth.]

http://users.livejournal.com/__buttercup__/

Buttercup wanders in and sits down at the bar, looking around idly. She orders a gin and tonic and sits drinking it slowly, occasionally stealing glances at the other people in the bar and hoping someone will come talk to her.

Current Mood: curious

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

Seamus Zelazny Harper was going over a flexie, scattered bits of electronics on the tabletop in front of him. He had a pair of goggles pushed back atop his spiky-haired, blond head and was frowning slightly in concentration.

"Freakin' hell, how am I gonna jury-rig that one?" he was muttering to himself.

There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked as if he were overworked, underfed, and generally annoyed.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, at a table, with pizza. He's people-watching, but not really for anyone in particular.

(OOC: Only here till about two EST, but willing to slowtime if you are.)

aj_crawley

Crowley's in the bar, mug of coffee beside him and a look of fierce concentration on his face. He has a coin, see, and is trying to regain the erstwhile skill of making it walk back and forth across the knuckles of his right hand.

Current personal best stands at three fingers.

Not bad for someone who couldn't button up their own shirt a few days ago.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

A young woman, curled up in a chair by the fireplace.

Doing nothing special right now.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Drinks for the Bachelor Party.]

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

As is usual for him, Gimli's been spending as much time as he can in his apprenticeship at Hephaestos' forges, but the doors under Mount Etna keep returning him here after three days. He's got no objection, since he seems to be able to get back there nearly as easily, once he's spent a bit of time in the Bar. That time, generally, is spent in more work- masonry for the most part. What with all the help he's received over these past few days, there's scarcely anything left for Gimli to complete on the forge. At this point, it's a matter of finishing the roof, then working on those customisations and tweaks that any self-respecting smith would consider nearly as essential as the anvil.

Of course, he hasn't got all the supplies for them, so he's going back and forth between the Bar and the space out back.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's throwing cards again.

And by this we mean lying flat on the floor, propped up on his elbows and slinging the things into an upside down top hat.

He could be doing a new kind of casting.

He could be really, really, really bored.

Why not ask?

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val is sitting at a table, a baby in her lap. and a few action figures on the table. A couple of them seem to be slightly damp, likely from babydrool. Said baby is giggling happily, pointing at each of the figures in turn and making little baby-noises.

the_lioness

Sometime in the middle of the night, Alanna pinned the following notice to the bulletin board.

Attention patrons:

Security is hiring. If you are sincerely interested in working hard and joining the team, leave your name here and find Sir Alanna of Trebond next Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday for an interview. Be ready to discuss your background, availability and any special talents or skills you might have. Feel free to mention preliminary information below.

gone_byebye

Ray got back to Milliways late last night. He's in the Bar this morning looking like he forgot to sleep, but then, anyone would look that way if they were wearing Incredible Hulk slippers and carrying a coffee mug the size of their head.

Say hi to the nice parapsychologist! Assuming he doesn't faceplant first.

the_lioness

*After a rather late night spent reading before the fire, Alanna is still mostly asleep as she exits the staff quarters and heads into the kitchen. Several loud crashes later, she emerges with red cheeks and four apples, pausing briefly to check on the security notice before heading outside.

It's a lovely day, and she takes a deep breath as she strides toward the stables. Ten minutes later, she is on Mithros and walking him around the paddock, leisurely taking bites out of the apple in her hand.*

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim slips into the bar, attempting to keep a low profile. He has no way of knowing who has learned about the events of last week, but he has a pretty good idea that whoever knows isn't going to be very happy with him. He's perfectly willing to accomodate anybody who cares to Have Words With Him, but not before he gets a solid meal and a pot of tea.

He wolfs down the food but savors the tea, holding the china cup in both hands and letting its warmth seep into his bones. Should anyone want him, for good or ill, he'll be sitting in a booth with his tea, thinking about his dreams. He may be disheveled and even more emaciated than usual, but a more subtle change has come over him, too. The air of defeat he had carried with him is gone. In its place is a hard, cold ferocity: an indomitable will to survive.

Current Mood: determined

red_notebooks

Jarod is in the bar. Who knows how he got there, where he came from, if he ever left ~~b/c mun is having a major brain-fart and just has no idea~~...

He is at the bar, having Oreos and a milkshake.

[ooc: replies may be slow - mun at work.]

mctrillian.livejournal.com

Trillian, sitting at her booth, has a pile of papers.

They look like funky drawings with numbers, unless you're very familliar with the practice of topography, in which case they look like maps.

Which is, incidentally, what they are.

And she's writing all over them -- again.

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

Liz Imbrie. At the bar. Drinking Irish whiskey on the rocks.

That camera on the table, hidden behind her bag? Oh, it's just an optical illusion. Of course Liz isn't skiving off work.

Of course not.

boy-not-lost.livejournal.com

[OOC: A connection is established]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon steps from the House of Arch, papers in hand.

Rather a lot of papers, actually, because somewhere along the line one song became several songs became rather a lot of songs and he's starting to consider just giving up and writing an opera for Milliways, except that he isn't quite sure whom to cast for the parts (does everyone play themselves? What about the people who can't sing? Who would be the audience?) or whom to leave out and he's getting a mild headache from it all.

Actually, he can't think of a time he'd enjoyed a headache more.

Tim begins to talk to Arithon. Liz Imbrie comes over for a discussion which touches on art.

robinton-harper.livejournal.com

The Masterharper is harping.

It's quite a thing to hear.

Stop by and listen for a moment, why don't you?

He'd be happy to play you a song.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

Dinah never did find out what was so special about Wednesdays that made Dr. Jones headdesk like that.

But that was two days ago. And she's behind the bar again.

Breakfast Specials
Hungarian Omelette
German Filled Breakfast Crepes
Half a grapefruit.

"What'll you have?"

highking.livejournal.com

Lilly said he should meet people, and so he is determined to do so.

After a nice fortifying cup of tea.

Perhaps two.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Room 300: Aeryn finds out she is pregnant.]

Aeryn is sitting on the floor, leaning against the bar. She is staring straight ahead. The expression in her eyes is one of infinite pain. She looks as though her world is ending. Worse than that, she doesn't know what to do about it. It's clear she is distraught, though she is doing her best to hide it. She is beginning to think she should have stayed in her room.

[OOC: Who needs a doctor, go Peacekeeper technology! Should be on for a few hours and again later tonight. Please annoy.]

not_that_spike

Spike's at his usual table, and he has two movies ready and waiting for the non-traditional Jeet Kune Do lesson he and Elaine will be having today.

One is a martial arts classic called Enter the Dragon.

The other is a documentary called Bruce Lee: A Warrior's Journey.

He knows they can watch both up in his room, and he's even cleaned up the room and opened the window for fresh air. Made the bed, put things away, put everything not put away into groups or piles, because it's not every day he and Beth entertain anyone up there. But Beth showed him exactly how to work the VCR, so he's ready. And he hasn't seen either of these in a long, long time. He's actually really looking forward to it.

While he waits, he finishes a cup of coffee.

jaimemaccrimmon.livejournal.com

Jamie MacCrimmon is back. Where he's been is a mystery even to him...but it's not been a pleasant time, and he's a bit the worse for wear. He stumbles blankly down a hallway, trying to find the room he occupied for several weeks before...before...

( Read more... )

bloodyrockgod

Charlie sits at the piano.

( He plays. )

If you're thinking he's still blue over Bartleby, you'd be right.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's down in the bar, he's got his customary tea and book, but he's not reading today. Today he is simply watching people. Watching them mingle and flirt, plot and plan. He watches innocent conversations that will mean much in the future and intense ones that will mean very little. He watches them and he is profoundly glad that he is given the chance to do so.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is gliding around the bar, still in his famous suit. He's added sunglasses however. Oh, no, not the scary ones he uses when he's all nasty, but the ones in the image. Smaller, friendlier, more Tim-like. He's been debating a hat for some time now, so a black fedora is perched upon his head. The implied diginity is lost everytime he does a trick and the hat falls off. So, hat and flying board is not a good thing. Unless you have magic. Or super glue.*

"Bored bored bored, I'm so bored..."

*Yes, Tim is singing. Sorry bout that. Come get him to stop? Oh wait, he just did. His eyes are lighting up as he stares at his flying board. He pats a pocket, pulling forth a dozen small colored packets. Folded up skate rugs. He zips over to the bar, muttering for a moment, then zips to a table. A large sign is placed on the table as he proceeds to hover around it.*

" Bored? Got great reflexes? Would you like to fly? Now selling Skate Rugs, a Hunter product."

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is in the bar, Capi on his shoulder as usual, looking around for friends new and old.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes down from the guest rooms, Danny the puppy at his heels. He's carrying a few dog toys of the kind he'd be familiar with in 1815, and heads for a spot by the fireplace to play with the puppy.

the-eternal-man.livejournal.com

Belgarath inna bar. Or rather, out by the lake under a tree with a small keg of ale.

He's taking a break from trying to dechiper the ramblings of a madman and also keeping a casual eye out for Garion. But in the meantime, anyone else is welcome to come talk to the old man enjoying his drink.

hg-unwell.livejournal.com

After a rather long ~~hiatus on his mun's part~~ stretch of keeping mainly to his room, there is an Invisible Man in the bar.

As he is also a man concerned about his finances, he takes a moment to put his name down for a security position before settling at a table, late luncheon in hand.

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

Outside, sitting by the lake, there is a Ryan. Not to far off from him, maybe a few yards or so, is his daughter sitting under a tree and reading a book.

One may notice that he's smoking, after he said he wouldn't. Why, well this week alone he found out he was "fictional" and then Ramon Salazar threatened his daughter.

So screw what he said before, he really needs his cigarettes.

Come talk - or smoke - with him.

[OOC: Mun is out getting dinner.]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew comes downstairs, moving gingerly and wincing at loud noises. His hair's wet.*

*He makes his way over to the bar, where he quietly orders an Advil, a couple of vitamin B-12 pills, and a two-liter bottle of cold water.*

*Mm, hangover breakfast.*

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways,

On a world torn by war, Ishamael and Shelley stop for a warm meal and hot bath.

[OOC: Warning for minor violence, and actions bound to offend the PETA]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sitting in a booth, feet on table, reading a datapad. He looks fairly bored, and the datapad appears to be somebody else's shopping list, for some strange reason.

((Aeryn Sun only.))

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting at the bar, looking over sheet music.

Occasionally, he writes notes in Turkish in the margins. They're kind of like cheat notes. Except likely unintelligble to others.

He wouldn't mind an interruption.

[For 24-ways: Guppy shows Behrooz the working radio. Tony talks to him about playing the piano. And some other things.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

You might not have seen a sight like this before: a Hispanic male, mid-thirties, dark hair and dark eyes standing by a tree with a cigarette held between two fingers. While the description is not all that unusual, the person who this description refers to is, simply because he has not been seen smoking at Milliways before.

In short: Tony Almeida is smoking by the lake.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

And the moral of this story is...well, there is no moral.

Mordred's a girl, again. Soon as heshe entered the bar again.

Someone's getting annoyed.

Current Mood: annoyed

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

There is a princess curled up by the oberservation window, legs hugged close and her cheek resting on her knees. Watching the stars, as always.

No tea today.

[ooc: be back shortly - dinner]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is once again curled up in a booth, reading. More folklore. She really does seem to be developing an interest in the subject... At least this time she's actually drinking her coffee. It was beginning to feel neglected.

Feel free to bother.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace.

At the fireplace.

Attempting to win a round of tug-of-war with a puppy.

Puppy is winning.

At least Ace only stands to lose a rope pull-toy, and not a shoe.

Miracles do happen.

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*Tere fades in slowly at the piano*

( Shuffle Off to Buffalo )

*It seems appropriate...*

i_vanquish_evil

[OOM: Dreams and more dreams (rated in the "R" to "NC-17" range) trouble him while he is away, as they always do, but these are not the nightmares like he usually has, these are... different.]

The front door flies open fiercely and an angry monster hunter weilding a crossbow stands in its opening; a fierce-looking Irish wolfhound at his side. After a moment, he shifts his eyes around, realizing that this is not what he was expecting on the other side of the door he just kicked open.

"Carl?" he asks nervously, knowing the friar was behind him a moment earlier, not that he wanted to be, but he was sent along on the mission this time. "Carl?" He's a little nervous now, afraid Carl was left behind and is having to face the 'thing' they were chasing on his own.

Current Mood: aggravated

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Cigarette Pack. Tony picks up an old habit. Later, he gives Jack some bad news. (Slowtimed; millitimed to last night) ]

take-a-gamble.livejournal.com

*Gamble comes downstairs with a book in his one hand and an apple in the other. He's in a pretty good mood, content. He heads over to the bar.*

"Irish coffee, please"

*The bar quickly brings up the coffee and Gamble heads to a nearby booth. He figures he might as well relax before going out to train.*

Anyone want to find out why he's reading a book called "How to save the World"?

Current Mood: content

slayer_fray

Mel's in the bar, having spent the morning upstairs, doing... oh, something. Probably naked. Even though it's Friday.

Whatever it was, she's hungry now.

So it's lucky she has enchiladas to cope with the hunger.

[OOC: Not at a good computer. Slow tags and possible vanishment. Say sorry.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Amberite in the bar.

Contemplating Darth Vader.

And a can opener.

Come talk to Random and stop him before he gets himself into trouble.

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd seems to be having some difficulties. The bar won't give him any tea, just coffee. Which would be fine, except that the coffee isn't appealing to his taste tonight.

He is sitting sipping one of many cups of coffee sitting around him.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Jeedai inna Bar, fresh from a jungle planet.

With a bit of a headache, because the Extolled Ones are fighting with the warriors over garden rights again and the Force is still all shifty and weird and full of Woe and Doom and Gloom.

She still doesn't know where the Woe and Doom and Gloom is coming from. Of the two other Force Sensitives she lives with on Zonama Sekot, only one other feels it (and not as nearly as strongly as Tahiri does).

So she has escaped to the Bar at the End of the Universe for a milkshake and maybe some conversation. Won't you come cheer her up?

prydeful

Edmund is working on a wedding gift for Tonks and Bernard (the mun says, as she needs a reason why he isn't here) so Kitty is by herself as she writes on the board.

Happy Hour Specials

Southern Bride
Man of the Moment
Sweet Flower
Wedding Belle Cocktail

Satisfied, she leans back and nods to herself.

"What'll it be?"

young_tmriddle

*Tom heads back downstairs from his brief appearance at Stag Night. His cheeks are rosier, and he seems much more relaxed about the prospect of Hen Night.*

Right, ladies. Are we ready for a lovely evening?

*He looks around for Nymphadora's honored guests. Ophelia waves from the corner and heads over. Door should be along directly. Lilly, Kitty, Faith, Susan Delgado, and, of course, Fleur round out the list.*

aphros-born.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's in his booth doing pretty much the same thing he's been doing for the past week or so: drinking, smoking, and brooding. Today, though, he also happens to be flipping through a Cosmopolitan that Claire had left in his room and snickering at the quizzes she'd taken.

[OOC: Mun is still working like mad, so for the time being this thread is locked to Alanna.]

comma-sticks.livejournal.com

Shannon. Bar. Pretty, no?

And really, she isn't wearing a bikini. The mun is using icons gratuitously ~~because soon they'll be all gone, alas.~~ But maybe one could be arranged.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah had found the karaoke machine the night before, or perhaps the night before that, but she hadn't been wearing her dress, so she left it be. Tonight however, she was wearing her dress. On purpose even.

It was a little black dress. A very little black dress.

It looked good on her though, that whole superhero thing did wonders for the physique. Her hair was down, only held back from her face with sparkly barettes, it was long when it wasn't braided or held up, down past her waist even.

She had rifled through the song list earlier and come up with quite a few she knew, though there were far more that she didn't know, and she suspected came from other worlds. So for the moment, she stuck with what she knew. She was apparently planning on being at this for a while.

For now though, she was just

( warming_up )

She had the torch-song thing down pat.

Come watch, interrupt, buy her a drink. Or stay far faaar away, whatever.

wm-munny.livejournal.com

There's an old, scarred man at the bar. He doesn't look happy, but he doesn't look particularly unhappy either. More, he looks like he doesn't understand and hating not understanding.

By his elbow is a double-barrelled shotgun, on his hip two pistols, one a Scofield.

He's got a red bandana around his neck, and he's drinking whiskey by the shot, downing them quickly.

gone_byebye

Ray is settled in at a table off to one side. His dinner is largely neglected and he's reading the instruction manual for some series or other of TARDIS.

He's like that sometimes.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Aeryn begins the start of the Gestation cycle and considers her choices.]

el-vago.livejournal.com

Castillian inna bar. Sitting in a booth drinking tea.
He's also still got his book which he is staring at absently. He may or may not actually be reading.
If he's not reading, he wont mind company. If he is reading, he's apparently not enjoying the book much.
Why not come distract him?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy sits in a booth with headphones on, fiddling with the finished radio. Progress got significantly faster after Ray pointed out that he'd missed out all the resistors. He listens intently for a moment then pauses and turns up the volume.
He blinks.
He gets a piece of paper and hurriedly scribbles down the frequency. Whatever he had been expecting to pick up (which was most of the time nothing), it definitely hadn't been this.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow is back to her usual booth tonight, looking rather neutral. Not as bad as she was the last few nights, but worse than before. She does look like she got at least a little sleep this time, fortunately*

Current Mood: blank

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Apparently, Men like hard physical labour. Or like using magic to do their hard physical labour for them. Who knew? Regardless, Gimli's glad for it; he's put in his work on the forge, but so have a lot of others, and the end result is a stone building with a well-dug foundation put together in less than a week. He even got the roof on today, so now what remains is painting, loading up on forge supplies, and putting together a sign.

The sign is quite a nice one- hammer, anvil, ingots, the like- and clearly labeled as being the sign of the forge of Gimli, son of Gloin. Unfortunately it's labeled first in Dwarven-runes and then in the Tengwar. And he hasn't got quite that much English out of Indiana Jones yet.

Time to find an English reader who can help him.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's in the bar. Actually, to be precice, she's been in the bar for a while. Papers are strewn about, along with books, all political, mostly about revolutions in no less than three universes. She has her laptop out for once, headphones connected, and face grave. She's typing away, with no food in evidence. There is a large pot of tea, which has gone cold by now. On her head is a hat, a strange baseball cap in grey and orange. She looks perhaps a bit too wrapped up in what she's doing. Distraction would be lovely.

lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com

Immunologist in a bar... with a very alcoholic beverage and a medical journal cause she asked for one and the bar gave her both. distraction would be nice though

latino_menace

Having entirely failed to think up an imaginative entrance post for her pup, mun would like to point people in the direction of one Ramon Salazar. He is feeling jaunty this evening and therefore, is likely to be annoying and smug. Just sayin'.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's wandering about, more or less at random. She doesn't like sitting still when she's thinking, and she has a fair bit to think about. She could be in the rafters, or at the bar, or pacing the hallway, or right behind you. Her mun's got time to kill.

flyingfen.livejournal.com

There is a Fenchurch, out by the lake, sitting and enjoying the air.

Because it's air.

Fenny likes air, just as air -- it doesn't matter what's in the air, or what it smells like. The morning dew and the spring are just added bonuses. No issue with plain, undiluted, everyday, 100% pure air.

The lake water isn't an issue, though. It helps.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

With a cup of coffee in hand, Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace and watches the trilobites.

He seems unhappy.

un_fallen

Raguel comes in with a little more care than he has taken recently, scanning the main room from the door before actually stepping over the threshold. He casts a longing glance at the bar before heading over to a comfortable chair near the window. Rubbing his knee absently, he watches the stars and staunchly resists going for the cigarettes. So far.