milliways_bar | Aug. 11th, 2005

Aug. 11th, 2005

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Sunset. The light is fading, turning the sky purple and orange and pink, as the sun slides further down the horizon and glitters a blood-red path on the lake.

Alain is sitting under Cuthbert's tree, smoking.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is at a table, apparently unoccupied, for once. Or rather, she's only occupied with people-watching, without even a cup of coffee to distract her. Feel free to come over and poke the X5. Or tell her off for staring, if you'd rather.

(OOC: Mun is multitasking, thus might be a little slow replying at times.)

ohbackinstolaf.livejournal.com

The cheerful elderly woman walked into the bar and was reminded of her childhood in st.olaf.

She smiled as she hung her coat on the rack, and walked towards the bar. Back in St.olaf, the bar was right by the door, and old man Riverton used to toss you out if you got too drunk to stand.

Ah, memories.

not-death-eater.livejournal.com

[OOM: Lucius at Malfoy Manor Don't forget him. Really.]

horseblanket.livejournal.com

Sheila comes down the stairs into the bar, completely nonchalant, and gets her usual wasabi peas and grean tea from Bar.

And then, on a whim, and possibly to be cliche, adds pickles.

But no ice cream - not without Lilly, at any rate.

Finding herself a seat on a couch by the fireplace, she curls up with a very large leatherbound book with old, crinkled pages, written in red ink in Latin.

It's probably not the book you think it is.

stupid-scar.livejournal.com

OOM: Harry's thoughts during and after the "Mead" incident here. (Heavy HBP spoilers abound!}

undignified

Wes ~~has no respect for his mun's timezone and~~ is sat at the Bar, with two empty glasses of Whyren's -- which, being empty, no longer really qualify as glasses of Whyren's, but semantics, pfft -- and one half-full.

Glass, that is.

He sips at it for a moment, then downs the remaining whiskey and blinks. "...'nother, please, Bar."

After a moment -- perhaps of wary hesitation, were Wes sober, observant, and psychic enough to read Bar properly -- a fourth glass appears, along with something Bar hasn't given him for a while: a slice of chocolate cake.

Wes stares at it, then makes a frustrated sort of noise and pushes it away. "No-- kriffin'-- thanks," he mutters, and folds his arms, leaning on Bar, and resting his head on them without taking a sip of his new glass of Whyren's.

He's trying not to think, after this.

It's going rather well, actually.

[ooc: timezones got the better of Wes (which is a rather easy thing to do) and mun is running off to bed. But should anyone wish to tag a drunk and determinedly not'angsty pilot, slowtime is love...]

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

OOM: Ron's Obsession With Pointy Things. (Slight Spoilers).

OOM: The Origins of Pimp!Ron, or A Slightly Lengthy Retelling. (Heavy HBP Spoilers).

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

OOM: (Waited until Harry's was up for chronology's sake.) Bits and Pieces, and Not the Broom and Snitches Kind. (More spoilers).

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

It's morning in Milliways, and there's ... Dr. Malcolm Crowe?

What's he doing in the bar in the morning? Definitely not normal behavior. He's sitting there with an omelette and coffee, his usual breakfast, though he normally eats it around 11am, which is the earliest any sensible person would want to be awake on a non-work day.

So he works on his omelette, and ponders whether this "awake in the morning" thing might have something to be said for it.

Nah. He (and his mun) shakes his head. Mornings are definitely Not Good. In fact, they might even be Unnatural.

Feel free to stop by and chat about it, though. Over coffee even.

gone_byebye

Ray's going home to face a horrible mess in his city soon. For now, he's getting in one last day, or round, or whatever, of interesting people and bizarre phenomena.

Possibly also breakfast.

kal-torak.livejournal.com

OOM: A smaller battle, perhaps, than the one we wrought before, but a battle no less.

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

Holmes has commandeered a seat at the bar, ignoring his breakfast as is usual, in favor of reading and rereading a letter on faintly crumpled paper. His expression might be rather more pensive than usual, but a certain serene light is gleaming in the grey of his eyes, nevertheless.

He might even prove unlikely to snark, should someone approach him.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the bar.

He's at his special table, toying with a tray of slate chips. He seems to be more interested in crumbling them into dust than actually eating them.

Poke at will.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

The Milliways Assistant Manager and Temporary Barman is at the Bar, eating waffles. He's got a slightly distant expression, like a man listening to the news on the radio. Somber news, from his expression. He's wearing his Never A Dull Moment In Mid-World t-shirt.

[OOC: I have to go to job training by noon EST. Slowtime is a possibility, though.]

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

Bart is lounging happily by the fire, relaxing.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is leaning back, relaxing happily. His eyes, as always, are watching the bar. Come chat with him, for whatever reason.*

the_lioness

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

*Alanna exits the staff quarters, eyes bloodshot but calm. After ordering a coffee and some bread, she makes her way to a table against the wall and sits on it, swinging her legs. She continues to look thoughtful and only slightly tired.*

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

[OOM: Boone and Shannon go on a 'date'; Someone sees]

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Cruel dandy still in the bar proper. He is sitting in a remote corner booth, still nursing his drink from last night and a glass of ice water. He is not fond of the idea of a tab. He doesn't like owing anything to anyone. In truth he finds it much easier to kill the person than repay them. He does realize however, that this may be hard to accomplish, the bar being a large hunk of wood and all.

And even harder as he expects the need to avoid this security force that supposedly exists. Those who attempt to enforce such ridiculous rules as no violence and no business. How was he to make his living. He'd have to get back to Paris, and soon.

So, brooding, vicious, dandy in a booth. Have at.

bloodyrockgod

[OOM: Charlie visits Claire at the Mayhews's. It is not entirely peaceful.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara wanders downstairs embarrassingly late. She lays a letter on the bar's surface, asking that it be sent to Michaelangelo.

( Letter for Mikey )

That taken care of, she makes her way to a corner booth with her microscope.

A bored geek is never a good thing. Feel free to pester.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace, not in a bar.

She's outside, enjoying the sunshine, while Magic bounds around harassing the lake ducks.

No, she doesn't intend to move. It's warm here.

caramel-colored.livejournal.com

Hunter is again downstairs, seated comfortably at a table. She appears to be stitching up some tears in a leather vest.

Her seat is conveniently situated so that she can keep an eye on the House of Arch painting, while also being able to see much of the bar.

She is waiting.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Ishamael and Shelley find themselves in another Mirror of the Wheel.

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

Entipy wanders downstairs and sits in a booth. She is grumpy...

Cheer her up!

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is at a table with coffee, bottle-feeding a tiny black kitten.

sai_delgado

She comes in through the lake door-- a bit later than usual in the afternoon, mayhap. She's been out near Jack's rose, staring out across the water for a time.

When Susan curls up on the couch, she's absently fingering a jade pendant of a rose, and seems to find some comfort in it.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al is back! He appears to be inspecting the Bar. A number of slightly smudged alchemic circles have been placed at random across her surface, and he peers at them, occasionally making a mark here and there with chalk.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn in the bar. With three seperate datapads, pencil and notebook and a concentrated frown. She's not unhappy, but she could use some company. Have at.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

*Here's someone you haven't seen for a while.

Jayne stomps in, clearly on his way somewhere else, and stops, scowling.*

I ain't got time for this.

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar.

A glass of Whyren's before her. She's wearing a long sleeved shirt that drapes over her hands even as she bites her fingernails.

You've seen depressed Inyri before. But now, this is a depressed Inyri without even Allie to save her.

Maybe this time she won't pull out of the funk.

mnt_raph

*Raph comes in from the Lake area, thumb rubbing against the back of
his other hand in a vain attempt to remove some residual, and nye
impossible to remove, axle grease.

He doesn't seen the Grim Reaper at the bar. Not yet, anyway....*

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny walks over to a table sighs softly then wonders what day it is in the bar..

Current Mood: crazy

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, sitting in a booth with her legs propped up, sipping a cup of coffee and flipping through a book called Zen and the Lost Art of Gratuitous Violence.

She's laughing quietly, and as usual, her Security badge is plainly visible.

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is in the bar, sitting at a table, writing a letter. She'd be happy to be interrupted.

If you're feeling charitable, you might let her know that she has a smudge of flour on her nose.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle inna bar, looking conspicuously well-rested, bruise-free and reasonably cheerful. He is also actually eating, for once.

He is listening to "Don't Worry, Be Happy" on his iPod. No, he has not actually requested it, but he's gotten used to never getting the music he wants, and he supposes it could be worse.

He may or may not be singing along.

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

Venus skips into the bar proper, barefoot and so not pregnant. She does a little aerial and still manages to balance her pumps on her head. Must be one of those side effects from being a magical soldier. You can balance things on your head while having bad posture.

Princess Venus Balancing Air Punch!

"I am the greatest!"

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

There's a bouncing, happy, pleased-with-himself Garion in the bar. Maybe it has to do with the book under his arm. Maybe it has to do with something else.

Either way, he's actually in a fantastic mood.

[ooc: that icon has nothing to do with his actual appearance...it's just pretty and amusing]

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Sometime later... Peter had stopped at home, and now he was carrying a fidgety and squirming toddler up on his shoulder, ducking through the door.

"Easy, little man, let's not kick Uncle Pete, ok?" He and Dana figured it would be better to ease Oscar into calling him Daddy after they got married.

Oscar was meanwhile staring at the place wide-eyed, "Ooooh! Where?"

"Welcome to Milliways, Oscar," Peter grinned at the little boy, and found a comfy chair to sit with his ward.

mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com

There is a very large snake sunning himself happily nearly the lake.

And when his mun tells you it's a very large snake, it's a very large snake.

Should you look where his head is, however, you might notice that he keeps flicking his tongue into a tiny little cup with a saucer underneath.

The very large snake is enjoying Earl Grey.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Anthy in the Academy, Part 4: The Doctor

ETA: There are two links at the bottom. One was timing out, and I've replaced it with a working one. So if you didn't get to see... come and see.

ETA2: The other is unlocked & crossposted now.]

gone_byebye

Though it was still early in the day, Ray figured he'd get the hard part of his plans out of the way, and sealed up the letter he'd painstakingly composed. He took the envelope over to the Bar.

"Could you possibly see to it that Romana gets this, please?" he asked. It disappeared.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

There. That was easy.

So why were the scars on his palms trying to sweat?

... bah.

angus_macgyver

MacGyver sits at the bar, glass of milk and a hockey puck in front of him. There's also an apple. He seems rather content with this situation, actually.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

If you took a walk at the lake today and walked back towards the bar, you might see a slightly purple person lean out of an upstairs window and watch the lake, the garden, the clouds, and the people.

Asar-Suti is in the library but doesn't feel like reading.

If he's met you, he will most probably wave at you.

fearcrow.livejournal.com

Jonathon's in the bar, enjoying a mug of coffee in a side booth.

He looks a bit on edge, shadows around his eyes, but relatively sane.

Huh. Right.

Distract away. He might even talk back.

steadfastknight

Kitt came into the bar with both hands occupied. One held an apple. The other propped a book against his chest with one finger poised to turn the page. There was something to be said about temporary library cards and how one AI could abuse them.

With a mouth full of apple, he turned the page, having to draw his head back long enough to manage - and he blinked as he saw anything but the sidewalk outside the store the apple had come from.

"...Well then."

So he sat himself at a table instead. If he was here, it was for a reason.

no_justice

With a crash of thunder and a bright white flash, the front door flies open revealing a rainstricken landscape of mountains and forests of the quality that makes a certain kind of movie director come over all funny.

The tall, thin figure standing in the doorway is wearing dark. Not merely black, this cape is woven of the Absolute Dark, that makes mere black seem perky and cheerful. Out of the hood of the cape, two points of blue light shine out of the eye sockets of a polished white skull, and from a sleeve, white fingerbones curl around the handle of a scythe.

No, actually, make that a Scythe. This bears as much resemblance to a farming utensil as its bearer has to a human biology teaching instrument - only a passing similarity. Its blade is so thin as to be faintly translucent, and the sharp edge glows blue as it cuts into the very molecules of the air.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to Milliways the Grim Reaper.

Of course, the entrance would be a little more dramatic if he didn't promptly bang his skull on the doorframe as he walks in.

OH BUGGER.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was not in the bar that evening.

No, she was out by the lake. Well, out over the lake. She was wind-dancing, leggings, a close-fitting tank top, a rainbow of flowing scarves, her hair loose. She twisted and swooped, hair and scarves fluttering and flapping around her.

She wasn't controlling the wind any more than it was controlling her. She just made gentle suggestions, and it did the same, all in all it gave the impression of some repeatingly-looped, controlled free-fall.

She's been at it for a while though, someone should tell her to come inside, maybe get something to eat.

macleod_connor

Connor is in the bar, having a Scotch and, maybe, wondering where Kronos has been... or, Darius - the one he actually likes, since the next time Kronos sees him there might be a fight. He hasn't seen either in quite some time ~~which is really b/c Kronos - Darius-mun has been moving house and under the weather, but they'll be back~~.

So, he sits and has a drink.

callmedavid.livejournal.com

David Palmer is in the bar.

Along with his dinner he received a mosaic puzzle of the White House.

Right now, he's just staring at it.

Bother him at will.

Current Mood: amused

action-antihero.livejournal.com

It's a little quiet in the bar at the moment, but that suits Jack just fine--easier to read. Which is what he's doing, leaning over his book up at the bar and intermittently taking sips of his Coke. He's pretty absorbed in the book, though someone should probably distract him before he gets a crick in his neck.

capt_angie

*So a witch walks into a bar... And that sounds like the opening of a really bad joke doesn't it? Never the less, it's true. Almost.

Angelina apperates into the bar and orders a (bottle of) Firewhiskey and some paradoxes and then goes to a booth.

She takes a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill out of her bag and starts writing... something. There are lots of long pauses and crossings out and she is definately frowning. Please someone, come and destract her.*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is at a table, sketching various items and people in the bar and using pastels to shade them in.

As she works, she ends up transfering different colors to her face--mainly her nose.

Right now, there's a smear of pthalo blue on her nose, and pink streaks on her cheek and chin.

It's terribly cute, really.

She'd love to have company.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse is still in the bar. Probably because he has found himself bound.

He has procured a room key from the bar, and is once again sitting in his booth with a glace of water.
He is intently people watching and drumming his fingers absently, while doing so.
Come distract him. But be warned. He may bite.

undignified

Wes, maybe with a bit of a headache, in a booth in the corner. With caf.

When he woke up this morning, it took him a few seconds to figure out why he was in the sims room and not his own.

The reason, of course, being that he doesn't have his own room: it's his and Inyri's or his and Hobbie's. And after that conversation with Sam, he couldn't really cope with either of them.

So he's still a little stiff from sleeping on the floor, using a scrunched up flightsuit as a pillow. This may be apparent in his general state of hangover-ness.

He also has a toy Ewok. He's making it climb on his coffee mug.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]

Mary pads into the bar through the back door, her feet bare, wearing a white nightdress and clutching a low-burning candle in her right hand.

It's been an eventful night.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Vampire Executioner in the bar. Dinner dishes infront of her, she's people watching, a closed expression on her face as she regards the room.

Occasionally her eyes flick to the wall/door.

Poke her with a stick.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

The Force-calls have been getting stronger and stronger lately, an almost constant yammering in the Jedi's brain.

She is being summoned to the Unknown Regions.

She doesn't know why, but suspects very strongly that it has something to do with the mission to Myrkr during the war. The mission Anakin died on.

The look of relief that crosses Tahiri's face as she enters the bar is obvious- the calls can't reach her here.

For the time-being, she is safe.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio, sunbathing shirtless with his trousers rolled up to his knees and his feet occasionally idly paddling in the lake's water. His rapier and dagger are beside him, and he's going to start practising soon, honestly. Promise!

It's just very comfortable here.

silver-dante.livejournal.com

The bardoor opens, a large silver SUV comming thourgh, before comming to a sudden halt, what happened, one moment he was on a road, next he was here.

He also wondered how he fit in a bar without destroying things.

Theres a lack of driver in the driver seat.

general-lando.livejournal.com

OOM: Lando gets his next mission (millitimed to before his threads on Thursday)

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

Ryan.

In the bar.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Roar of engine outside, then silence for a moment.

Cue the sound of heavy boots, before the door swings open, and the Last Czarnian strides in, wearing all biker-style black leather. He looks around the room.

"Feetal's gizz..."

The Main Man has arrived. Fear.

ladys-choice.livejournal.com

Christian is in the bar. Sitting on a bar stool, chewing on a pen, an empty notebook in front of him. Well, not completely empty. There is one word on this very first page of it:

"Love"

It is underlined. Twice. And right now, Christian puts the pen to the paper to underline it a third time. He does it idly, as if he didn't know what else to do with his writing utensils.

Please, come and distract him. He needs an excuse from this.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

It's been a slow day in Atlantis-as slow as it ever gets, anyway-and so Sheppard isn't very irked when he finds himself in Milliways instead of his qaurters. Rather than hang around in the bar itself, though, he opts to go outside. He hasn't spent much time out there, but it seems to be slightly more normal than the bar itself.

nomorethesource.livejournal.com

The door bursts open, and Cole stumbles backwards through it. He falls onto his back, winded. Outside, shouts are heard, and two men run towards the door. Before they reach it, however, Cole slams the door shut with a wave of his hand.

He lies on the floor for a moment, laughing. Then he picks himself up and brushes off his denim jacket. He's still smiling as he makes his way to the bar and orders himself a scotch.

"Make it a double."

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Anthy in ~~the FACE~~ the Academy. Set shortly after Creepy McEaterson.]

gone_byebye

Ray comes down the stairs in full uniform, his goggles and gloves pulled on, and digs through the cloakroom until he comes out with his proton pack. He looks around for the people he's supposed to meet tonight.

safetyoverstyle.livejournal.com

There's a Cassie, hair windblown and face flushed, having just come in from an early-morning flight around the lake. She heads over to the bar, buys herself an improbably large and greasy breakfast, and settles on a bar-stool to dig in. Flying's hungry work.

agentjeanqualls.livejournal.com

The door leading out to the lake opens and a tall blonde woman sticks her head in, confirming that this is indeed the place she had been to before. She managed to successfully make her way back.

Coming inside, she heads to the bar, pulling out her cellphone and punching in some numbers as she does so. Tapping the bar lightly, she mumbles "tea," then puts the cellphone to her ear, waiting. The bar produces tea. After a few seconds, the woman shakes her head and closes the cellphone again.

"Damn. Didn't think I could get reception in here."

last_adam

[OOC: Adam and Goldy, by the lake.

Warnings for light smut and language.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is people-watching again, from a nice vantage point from a table that is not, in fact, tucked away in a corner. She's being sociable, for her, anyway. Something that she's perfectly willing to admit that she isn't the greatest at - at least in situations that don't involved competition or loud music.

Feel free to come bother the X5, or tell her off for staring. She probably won't bite.

(OOC: Again, studying, might be slow responding. Apologies if I am.)

loverly-lady.livejournal.com

*An incredibly beautiful redhead in a gorgeous, very low cut gown appears in the doorway*

Tere wasn't joking.

*Lady Erato, Muse of Love Poetry and Erotica, has found Milliways*

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in the bar. The tiny black kitten is asleep on his knee and his sign on the table.

The doctor is in

[ooc: and the mun now has AIM. Screenname is guppymun.]

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

[Warning: Spoilers, hardcore, for Stealth in all interactions with this character.]

Outdoors.

The sound comes from an invisible source - the soft thuds of a helicopter. Nonphysical bullets break the air, the clamor of machine guns breaking the peace.

And then the sparks begin to fly. Barely visible, centralised.

A voice, barely audible over the cacophony, says one word.

"Goodbye."

And then, brightening the night sky, there was an explosion. Debris burst up and away like the pellets of a firework, flaming brighter than the stars until smoke takes over, until the metal begins to fall earthward.

No flame ever touches the ground.

No treebranch is broken.

But shards of cold metal lay on the ground, some identifiable. That was a part of a wing. That was cockpit glass before it was smelted into nothingness and shattered by enemy fire. There was a pulling to them, though, and they crept slowly inward toward the center of the blast radius. Metal creaked, groaned as it reformed - not just one wing but two. Landing gear pressed into the ground. A sleek shape began to form with the protest of steel, glass becoming like liquid to reform into the bubble that would protect a human passenger from harm. A seat hung below, dark and unwelcoming, a sphere opposite, still gaping with a jagged hole.

The plane sat still and silent, hull gleaming like brushed bronze under the moonlight, as yet incomplete.

dreamywitch.livejournal.com

Blink, and you just might miss it. One second there was a empty space, the next a woman standing there.

Tall slender, in a pair of mens trousers and a oversized black sweater, the blond glances around and then blinks at the bar in near surprise.

"I didn't know I could still come here." She says with a small amount of wonder in her voice. A hand lifts and rests on the wood, and a familiar order is brought up. Brandy, and steak pie. "You remembered" She smiles and slips up to sit on a stool

Jaenelle Angelline has entered.

thatclevershark

[ open on interior, Milliways bar ]

[ The doorbell rings ]

Current Music: Jaws Theme

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((IM: Tim leaves a note for security. ))

gonna_live

[OOC: Out of Milliways -- what Kaylee has been up to.]

arataz.livejournal.com

"Wait, Avia, don't -- "

The door of the bar opened, letting those words tickle out into the noisy interior of the bar. You had to be paying attention to the doorway in order to have caught them, anyway.

But as for what happened next? Well, the same couldn't exactly be said. After all, it's kind of hard not to notice a teenage boy being thrown into the bar. Literally.

The magician sailed into the bar, propelled by a force that was definitely not voluntary. However, he saved himself a lot of aches and pains.

"Noihsuc roolf!" He yelled, holding onto his top hat with one hand as he fell onto the hard floor. Well, the floor that was supposed to be hard, anyway. It shifted, caving in for the boy and cushioning his landing. After he was settled, the floor returned to its normal hardness.

"Wehp." Well, at least he had survived the ordeal. Avia could have done worse if she had wanted.

But that thought was pushed into the back of his mind when he noticed that he was in a bar. Not the street. Which was...odd.

"Otot?" He looked around curiously, asking the question in a sarcastic tone. Where had he found himself now?

prince-sadi.livejournal.com

Painfully beautiful Hayllian in the bar, watching the Universe end, and sipping a glass of wine. As much as he ever is, he seems to be in a decent mood. And thus, unless you happen to be Dorothea or Heketah in disguise, is quite probably safe to bother.