(no subject)

[secondrobin.livejournal.com]

Jason Todd strolls into the bar. Soaked from the rain, but pleased with himself. It had been a productive night. One small drink couldn't hurt.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, obviously just out of the shower - all the blood is gone, and her hair is still wet, clinging to her shoulders.

Her expression is completely unreadable as she moves to the bar and acquires two things - coffee, and a room key - before moving to a table.

(no subject)

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

*Slack.

In booth.

Reading Curiouser and Curiouser Adventures in History, because why not -- and also drinking strega.*

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

OOM: In Serenity's infirmary. Later.

(no subject)

[mr-brautigan.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Aboard Serenity, the Academy students leave for Taos, New Mexico.]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina and Zekk talk, with things getting a little out of hand for the Joiners.]

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In New Orleans, babies learn to fly and eat baby foods, Claire gets some important papers, Snow gets to relax, and generally a good time is had by all.]

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*If you haven't seen Andrew Wells in a while, it's probably because ... actually, who knows why that is? He's been around. Really he has. Just, you know, in a kind of unobtrusive way.*

*Anyway, he's getting an actual entrance post tonight.*

*Enter one geekboy, heading down the stairs.*

(no subject)

[mortisbelle.livejournal.com]

Serena, in her usual chair, near the fireplace.

Seemingly in a very good mood.

(no subject)

[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

In the dim lights by the doorway, she enters. A puff of cigarette smoke curls in on itself in her wake. There is a sound of sequined cloth clinging tightly to the voluptious body harmonizing with the gentle click of heels.

She is in the bar. Walking, step by gloriously premeditated step, to the bar. She is at the bar.

"I'd like a scotch, please," the low voice intones, smooth as the curves of her bare shoulders. She sliiiiiides like velvet onto the stool. She crosses her exquisite legs. She picks up the glass and swirls its contents, a delightfully smug smirk on her full lips.

She leans one elbow on the bar and proceeds to watch her surroundings from under heavily shadowed eyes.

She also has a new mun. Come say hello.

(no subject)

[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Eri is still in the bar, with her legs kicked up on a table, idly sipping champagne and people watching*

(no subject)

[pvccladheroine.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Trinity is curious. ]

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

[VOOM: Anthy is . . . somewhere, after New York.]

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

Kitt entered, not quite looking conscious. He barely looked much of anything except a little confused. This was not the hotel room. And he was in his pajamas.

Oh this was a wonderful entrance to make into Milliways. Kitt sighed in resignation and wandered over toward the bar, where there was, at least, hot chocolate. It was morning, and that was his warm drink of choice. He'd indulge himself in a cup before going back to the hotel and going back to bed.

(no subject)

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Last night, Lilly and Alain keep each other occupied. Playing cards. Ahem.]

[And then, the morning after.]

(no subject)

[msmartha.livejournal.com]

*Martha's put the spinner away now, it's up in her room, safely stored. Were she back at the manor, 'twould be time for chores, but instead she's enjoying a leisurely breakfast.*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

It's morning. Ray's awake.

He's also got two fairly thick books on advanced aviation systems and advanced composites welding. If the 'USED' stickers on the spines are anything to go by, they came from a university or college bookstore.

He's going to get permanent wrinkles in his forehead if he keeps frowning like that.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the bar.

His breakfast is largely untouched. However, his attention seems to be amply occupied by his modified Rubic's Cube.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Scourge of the universe, coming down stairs from the rental rooms area. He has a big smile on his face.

Fear, the Lobo is in a good mood. And hungry, so he moves to the counter seeking a late breakfast.

(no subject)

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

There was a blind girl sitting happily at the bar, finishing a glass of juice. She'd been around, just keeping mostly to herself, but she seemed quite happy to be out and about this day.

Say hi? She's ever so friendly and loves meeting new people.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

This is Sara. She is a scientist at heart and a criminalist by trade. She's also bored out of her mind and has dragged out her microscope.

Feel free to poke.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen enters from upstairs and takes a seat at a booth. She is dressed for riding, but seems to be contemplating breakfast before visiting the stables. Anyone have any good suggestions?

Out of Milliways: Mel and Lilly's Suite

[slayer_fray]

(Sangria and girltalk)

After the Academy folken return, Lilly and Mel catch up with recent activities over alcohol and icecream.

(no subject)

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

[[Millitimed to Sunday before this, in which Largeman gives Lincoln a copy of Trainspotting which will scar him FOREVER. Mostly for ladys_choice, but feel free to drop in.]]

Lincoln's still perplexed by his resemblance to Christian. It hadn't ever occurred to him that two people could look alike beyond the broadest of features. He sits at a booth with a good view of the floor, tapping a pencil on the table and watching the crowd.

(no subject)

[syfte.livejournal.com]

This is not the Wiggin you are looking for.

... Well, actually.

If you're not looking for Peter or Valentine or Ender, this might be.

Syfte is in the bar, camera around her neck, drinking tea.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*There's a Meg in the bar. Or rather, at the bar, cup of coffee in hand. It's her third.

She looks - subdued, is probably the right word, but otherwise pretty much as usual.*

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Enter Faith, through the front doors.

Alone, tan, her hair grown out to her backside, looking not at all surprised to find the bar instead of...wherever she's coming from.

Outside there's sand, and palm trees, and beyond that, ocean as far as the eye can see.

Vacation's over. Time to get back to work.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Looking slightly less green than yesterday, and feeling considerably better, Peter makes his way down to the Bar. Today, rather than the robe, it's just a pair of running shorts and a loose teeshirt. And, rather than a large raw steak, it's just going to be some Crispix and cold milk. And hot chocolate. Damn that stuff is good. He settles in his now familiar armchair by the fireplace.

(OOC: Mun might have to run away suddenly later- apologies ahead of time! Also squeeness at new icons- thanks to Jason-mun for the bases!)

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny had been away on his world, but now he arrived back in the bar. His expression was troubled, but thoughtful. He had discovered some alarming, and interesting things from his past. Particularly what really happened to his father. He paused to check the door after it closed behind him. Good. It still was letting him out. He wondered how much longer he was going to have that option for a while. He sat down at a seat near the observation window, brooding some.

He could use a distraction.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter felt he was overdue to train, so he's out back with the training remotes. He's definitely improved considerably while he was away on his world. He could all but sense when the blaster bolts would strike now, and his senses were on high alert.

Feel free to watch or comment.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth, drinking a cup of coffee and bottle feeding the kitten whilst doing the Su Doku from The Times.
But he's not bad at four way multitasking. Come and chat to him.

(no subject)

[got-a-number.livejournal.com]

( Jordan Two-Delta is moving out...to Milliways )

This place looks like the evening commissary--a bar, as one of the censors called it--but unlike the one from the Institute. She takes a seat on a stool, wincing at how dirty her uniform is and staring helplessly at a menu. Where are the fruit smoothies? There isn't even a vegetable-protein frappe. Time is short, and she isn't at liberty to puzzle out all the words she doesn't recognize all on her own. She has to get back soon, or she'll miss her ride to the Island (not to mention the fact she'd get in trouble for exploring without permission if the guards discover she's left) and she so wants to know more about this place.

Won't someone help her figure out what to do?

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

A young woman with a tangle of dark, curly, brown hair was sitting alone in a booth. Several items were abandoned on the table before her, including a small, leather-bound journal and a plate with a half-eaten chicken salad sandwich. Her bright blue eyes were perusing the pages of the New York Times, although closer inspection would have revealed that they didn't seem to be settling on anything.

She certainly looked like April O'Neil, yet if you were to judge by steely, distant expression alone, you would have easily mistaken her for someone else. There was also the matter of a certain gold locket being conspicuously absent from its previously permanent place around her neck.


[OOC: 4:00 PM ET - Mun is leaving work now, and going to do real life-ish stuff. Will be back in a few hours.]

(no subject)

[mnt_mike]

This is not the Happy Hour post you're looking for. No, really. It isn't. This is just Mike behind the counter pouring over the bartending recipe books looking for a theme.

His kingdom for a theme. Actually, he's currently lacking in Kingdoms, can he borrow yours?

(no subject)

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways:

Shelley and Elan Morin come to the Edge of the Ocean.

Their long journey finally at an end.

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie sends Bernard another letter via owl:

( Letter )

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph heading through the bar, towel and swimmers slung over her shoulder. Guess where she's going?

(no subject)

[dequincy.livejournal.com]

Katherine, if one were to be wanting her, is at a table.

She's got a 2005 Physician's Desk Reference, and is busy drawing in the margins doing very important work.

But not objecting to being interrupted.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is in a booth. It’s neater than yesterday, with the newspaper folded beneath an open notebook that sits next to a laptop. He’s typing, sometimes furiously, sometimes not. He checks back to his notebook often before striking the keyboard again. On occasion, he writes in the notebook.

[ ooc: mun vanishes for a nap. Tony will return later, hopefully to confront a certain somebody... ]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Adam and Alanna wake up.]

*A few hours later, Adam may be seen exiting the staff quarters, nonchalantly (or as nonchalantly as he can) and heading straight for the door, and back to his flat.*

(no subject)

[not-that-bill.livejournal.com]

Bill hasn’t been in here for a while. That’s because he’s been navigating the hallways of Milliways. He’s somehow found an exit and has thus returned to the bar, looking…like he usually looks. He takes a few strides to the bar and orders a shrimp curry as he seats himself on a stool.

Yup, life is good for old Bill Buchanan. Life is good.

(no subject)

[accessobrian.livejournal.com]

Chloe is at the bar, in the bar, drinking a non-alcoholic substance.

Three guesses as to what she's drinking and the first two don't count.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: In Serenity's infirmary, Cuthbert wakes up.]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace.

He's drinking klah and reading.

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie inna bar.

Yeah, she's still working on that sketch of the observation window. But this time? It's a litte more abstract. Spikier. More obviously dangerous.

No, she's not in a bad mood. Hitler's annoying Mike, and that seems to have spilled over.

Someone come tell her that nothing that happens in Germany in August 1939 will ever affect her.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Rancorous, depraved, dandy sitting at the bar. Yes, he ventured out of his booth. He might even be less cranky about being approached. Then again, maybe not. Come over and speak with him. He's been almost civil to a couple of people. And he has a lot of icons that his mun wants to use.

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Masterharper on a bar stool.

Playing pipes.

Simple enough, right?

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: Michelle is upset about a fight. Tony comforts...somewhat. Millitimed to Sunday morning. ]

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jaina returns to Ossus to do some thinking away from Zekk.]

Jaina's been back from her brief trip to Ossus for a couple of hours now, having head straight up to Zekk's room to talk with her friend. Now, both Jedi are down in the bar, sitting next to each other at a booth as Jaina attempts to teach him the finer points of dejarik.

It's almost as if last night's kiss never happened. But that's not true. The kiss - and everything tied up with it - is still rather prominent on both their minds. It's just easier not to admit it, even to each other.

(no subject)

[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

[PreMilliways: Mara spends a tender moment with her son. Who ate all the nerfspread!]

Mara Jade-Skywalker, now eight years older than the last time anyone in the bar saw her, stands in Milliways. Her hair is tied haphazaardly ontop of her head, and she's in comfortable clothes, and her feet are bear, as is the custom on Ossus.

She looks around, her face an impassive mask, as she does so. She whirls around to make sure the door is still there.

It is.

Mara sags in relief and looks around again, thinking I thought I'd never see this place again...

That thought is followed quickly by Kriffing Milliways.

(no subject)

[silver-dante.livejournal.com]

Having found a way outside without making new doors, Dante is out by the beach.

Feel free to bug.

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Caspian is still out in the stables, currying Corella and whistling. He does not look to the door, and makes no move to head into the bar.

The sofa by the fire might be empty, and he's not at all sure he wants to look and see if it is.

But it is warm and companionable in the stables. Come give a treat to the horses and chat with the boy grooming them.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's down in the bar- though insted of curled up on an armchair, she's at one of the tables, with papers and notes (and even a couple of books) spread out on it. (Though there's been precious space saved for a cup of hot chocolate.) Edielwiess is draped over her shoulders, asleep and purring, while Svava writes a few notes for whatever she's working on.

((Mun is AKF, will be back later))

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

(How the red roses are blooming)

Himemiya isn't in the rose garden.

She isn't by the fire, and, if she's in her room, she isn't answering. So Utena comes downstairs, uncomfortable suddenly in her old clothes, and looks around for familiar purple hair.

Chuchu is hanging onto her ankles, and bobbing up and down as she walks. It's a toss-up as to whether or not she will step on his tail.

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's still a Steph in the bar. She's damp and flushed from her swim, and her hair's sticking to the back of her neck, and she's got a huge plate of baked beans and toast that she's digging into hungrily. Breakfast, baby. Best thing ever.

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine's come downstairs and has her apron, her t-shirt and jeans, and her tray.

All of these signs point to a barmaid being on duty.

She is, too.


She'd be happy to help you.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman came back from training, and headed upstairs to get cleaned up and changed.

He was back in the bar at his usual table with a stack of books, and writing notes. Some for his book, some were general observations about the place, and on particular mentality and personalities of the people in Milliways. He was dressed in khakis, and a jacket with a T-shirt underneath, and his hair was still a bit damp from the shower.

(no subject)

[ushouldcwhatic.livejournal.com]

Johnny was still in the bar, not as troubled, and no longer sitting by the observation window. He didn't want to be run over again. He stopped by the Bar, and placed his hand upon the surface.

He withdrew it a moment later, "I see, I'm sure he'll be back soon though." A lager and a cheeseburger with a side order of paradoxes appeared for him.

"Thanks, friend." He went to grab a table, and sat down to enjoy his dinner.

Feel free to join him.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace in a bar.

By the fireplace.

Continuing her theme of the day:

'Being A Very Lazy Bum'

So far, she's managed to lounge outside in the sunshine, throw a stick for her pup, and drink a fair number of milkshakes.

Seems she's succeeding then.

Magic, who's just as happy to spend the day with Ace, is nearby, contentedly destroying a chew toy.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon in grey vest lined with green and black embroidery, white silk shirt, blue jeans, and casual black boots. By "casual" we mean, of course, "would give medieval re-enactors wet dreams had they not been used to walk all the way across a continent several times and and yet they are still managing to posses more silver inlay than many women's jewelry chests". He's got Alithiel strapped to his waist, of course, and the bracers laced from wrist to elbow are black with the s'Ffalenn arms embossed in green on them.

He also has a book on English grammar, advanced studies, and is reading it while he walks. It still fails to make sense.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in a booth, with a cup of coffee and a book. Though, honestly, she's spending more time people-watching than she is reading the book. Feel free to tell her off for staring. Or ask what she's trying to read.

Or bother in general, really.

(no subject)

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea entered from the direction of upstairs. She looked much better today, her cheeks were glowing, her hair was shiny and she was inclined to be nice to everyone, even a certain Frenchman. She stepped up to the bar and after a small hesitation asked for several things, none of which were exactly ordinary. Then she sat down in a booth and laid them out in front of her, scribbling hastily in a notebook.

Why not ask her what one does with an chunk of Celestite, some salt and a bowl of water?

[OOC: Note that I have installed a new icon because I have far too many to keep just one on for long. Feel free to bother, in fact it is positively encouraged.]

One Last Chance at Ishamael

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

A pretty young man with long blonde hair is sitting at a table. You've probably never seen eyes so blue. He has a beautiful smile as well. He is also wearing the world's most hideous yellow coat.

He's just sitting there at the table drinking ice water.

The face of Evil is pretty.

(no subject)

[human-child.livejournal.com]

Bastian had been intending to go into his apartment.

This was not his apartment.

It was Milliways.

Might as well... he thought. Maybe he'd even find Atreyu again.

So. Twenty year old, at a table, scratching away with a pen, in what used to be a nice leather-bound journal, but is now worn with use.

[Going to dissapear for a little bit. Reinstalling media cards.]

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

George, eating dinner. He has a book open, and is flipping pages with his left hand, while maneuvering the fork with the right. He's engrossed in the contents of the book.

Until something better presents itself.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in an empty space in the bar, the air shimmers, and resolves itself after a few moments into a stable portal.

Two men step through: Ted Brautigan and Sheemie Ruiz.

Sheemie looks around the bar for a moment, and just has time for a smile of satisfaction before his knees buckle and, as might be expected, he slumps to the floor in the grip of a grand mal seizure.

Ted, knowing what was almost sure to come, was watching him carefully, and catches him in time to ease him down, holding his head still.

(no subject)

[no_justice]

Sitting at the bar is a seven-foot tall skeleton in a black cape. A scythe leans against the Bar next to him, and a a whiskey sits on the Bar in front of him.

It has a paper umbrella in it

Two Mal OOMs.

[badinlatin]

Mal's dream while unconscious Post-Academy, and Mal gets visitors when he wakes up.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Naraht discovers that he doesn't just have a hangover.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is still slaving over computer code in his booth. It's significantly cleaner than yesterday. Tony won't mind if you take a seat and say hello...just be sure he knows you're there.

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

*Being a bridesmaid is not all it's cracked up to be...especially when you show up a hour late because of a bank robbery. Chris doesn't often wear a dress, but it was her best friend getting married. At least the bridesmaid dresses weren't horrible. Dresses puke green with giant bows all over. They were red and simple...but still sexy.

The wedding was over, finally. She was off to the reception and more misery. Luckily, the doors into the reception hall had something else in mind. She appears in Milliways with a sigh of relief.*

Good timing.

*She heads over to the bar.*

"A Club Cuba, please."

*The bar quickly brings up the drink and Chris heads over to a couch.*

Come bother her, she plans on staying here for while. Getaways have always appealed to her.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara wanders downstairs and tacks a note on one of the bulletin boards.

( To Asar-Suti/Gil Whimple, Tony Almeida, MacManus twins, Catherine Willows and other interested parties )

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

There's a Connor inna bar, drinking tea and reading a textbook.

Come distract him.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie enters through the front door, backpack on his back. He sits at the bar, drops the backpack at his feet, and says quietly, "Guinness please."

For someone who's just had a week's vacation from normal life, he does not look particularly relaxed.

(no subject)

[sai-interloper.livejournal.com]

There's but the faintest tinge of black smoke lurking in the table furthest away from the light.

If one were to pass, they might see a flash of white teeth or the dull red of a gleaming eye.

And the man in black's got no-one followin' him no more, PRAISE THE LAWD, for the time of the reckonin' draws nigh ...

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

In a corner booth there is something that is not precisely a bird, and not precisely a man, though it can look like both.

Currently it looks like a man, and he is eating cookies.

Bother him at will.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is camped out in a booth near the back, drinking coffee and writing in a notebook. She seems more at peace than she has lately, albeit a bit sunburned.*

(no subject)

[iopenthings]

OOM: Escape from Earl's Court

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOM: Tom wakes up and discovers Door is missing

(no subject)

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"One can of WD-40, please."

A can of the lubricant appears, along with a clean rag.

"Thanks, you're a doll."

Taking the two items, he settles down in a booth and starts working on his hand.

What? You didn't think it stayed rust-free on its own, did you?

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*So theres a pop... and I really wish I could come up with an original entrance post for once*Sigh*. Anyway, Angelina apperates into the room and takes a seat at the bar. Come and say hi if you know her or introduce yourself if you don't.*

(no subject)

[simply-sera.livejournal.com]

Sera sits curled in a booth, staring at a glass of Whyren's Reserve she'd never drink by herself if she was home. And it looks like here, it's not being downed all that quickly.

She's obviously not a pilot.

Her head rests on her chin, and as she sits and thinks, something she does quite often.

Come and chat, and snap her out of the thinking. It's dangerous!

(no subject)

[sane-bombardier.livejournal.com]

Yossarian, in the bar. Currently looking at a Hungry Hippos game that bar gave him.

Well, he's not going to be able to play by himself.



[I'm on for just under two hours :)]

(no subject)

[indie-geek.livejournal.com]

Seth's in the bar, sitting in a corner booth, eating a bagel with cream cheese. It's been awhile since he's ventured into the bar, but he's feeling a bit social tonight. So feel free to come over and pester him. He likes it!

(no subject)

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo is in the bar. He's sitting in a booth not far from the bar itself, munching on lunch...which is a taco and some tea. Feel free to bug him...he's probably in a chatty mood.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim*

(no subject)

[highflyin-scott.livejournal.com]

There is a Nathan in the bar. He looks rather tired as he sits down. "Burger, fries, coke. Please." And taking his tray he goes to sit down, looking around for someone he knows.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray's looking for a couple of people tonight, one of whom is physically incapable of fitting through the door. He'll go outside soon enough, but right now he needs dinner.

The bar seems to think he has too many fried things lately. Dinner involves squishy white stuff, brown rice, and spinach.

At least he got it to give him his usual green soda.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There is a sound of motors echoing down the stairway. Naraht soon appears riding his crawler. Those who are familiar with the Horta's contraption might notice that his driving isn't quite as smooth as it usually is. They might also notice that his skin looks different. Rather like he's been given a light coat of dust.

And Naraht feels as bad (possibly worse) than he looks. Failing to find Ray upstairs, he has come down to see if he can find any help.

He has a sinking suspicion that he's going to need it.

Security Please!

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

After this, Sanchez is scared and pissed off...even though she won't admit it. She heads over to the bar, looking for a member of security or anyone.

Damn it! Me and my fucking ego!

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick in the bar. Have at.

[ooc: for about an hour and a half]

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

After this, Behrooz is in the bar, looking shaken and (more than) a little paranoid. His eyes dart around, and it's clear he's looking for someone.

If you work or worked for CTU, he probably wouldn't mind running into you.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

Dick Grayson is an idiot. Some times more than others, and right now? Way more than usual. This is proven by nothing else than his physical appearance as he stumbles into the bar in dirty jeans and a hoodie. His brace is gone ( back in the alley, broken, gone ), and his leg ( already hurt, he's an idiot, why did he go ) is bleeding enough to leave a significant amount of the ripped jeans. It's admirable he's even managing to stand up, but he doesn't keep this admirable tactic up for long. Just flops down into the nearest chair and attempts not to break something as a way to take his mind off of the pain.

Okay. This boy? Needs -help-.

(no subject)

[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

It's a Remiel! With no popsicle sticks, this time, but he is making his yo-yo walk along the floor short distances. It should be noted that this yo-yo is, in fact, growling.

The angel of hope appears to be bored. Well, as he gets.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom is sitting at a table, lost to the world.*

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, in a booth. The kitten is asleep on his lap and he is wearing a really revolting tie, which is brown and orange with mustard yellow stripes.
Come tell him how bad it is.

Entrance post

[iheartgolems.livejournal.com]

Beyond the severe-looking woman who stands framed in the doorway is a room full of smoke. It is grey and gloomy when compared to the air of Milliways, which clearly benefits from comparatively good ventilation - the woman, however, does not seem to notice this. Even as she enters, dressed in severe black, she is lighting a cigarette with a sulfurous match. There is a suggestion of huge, dark forms with glowing red eyes in the room beyond her, just for a moment - and then the door is shut.

On the first inhalation she notices that something is wrong, that this isn't where she intended to be. There is little hint of reaction, however, except for a slight tensing, muscles in her shoulder and neck pulling tight, even as her expression remains unflappably neutral.

The only sign that she's noticed comes after her lips have parted to release the captured smoke, which curves and spirals, racing past her cheekbones towards the ceiling. "Hunh," she says, and shifts her weight to her left hip, "this is not the Mended Drum."

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[green-shaft.livejournal.com]

Life has gotten stressful lately, though Connor is doing his best Not to think about it whenever possible. But it's hard when your living situation is staring you in the face with it. They've had to relocate to somewhere else entirelly, a secret place. Because their house was blown up. Blown up before their very eyes, because someone figured out all their identities, they...

It's scary. It's more fear than Connor's ever felt before in his life, not even when he knew everything wsa falling down and he'd failed Ashram and he... well.

Needless to say the fact that when he opens one of the doors in what they're supposed to call a home now, it's a huge sense of relief to see the bar instead. A break for the first time in days. That's exactly what he needs.

So he heads for a booth, keeps an eye out for any familiar faces, and just enjoys the feel of people and crowds for the first time in days.

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[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Very, very out of Milliways.

Here's an Argument, that has spoilers for the end of The Dark Tower 7. If you don't want to be spoiled, know that if it weren't for Roland's detour to Milliways...things would have happened very, very differently.

And here's the end, which is spoiler-free.

He says thankya.

So do I.

Long days and pleasant nights.]

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's at a table in the bar with a book. There's a bit of blood on her skirt (not her own, say thankya) and she seems rather engaged in what she's doing. However, distraction is always lovely.

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[undignified]

( sorting his room and all )

So there you have it -- a Wes at the Bar, new room key in his shirt pocket (with the note), and glass of lum in his hand. Poke him? (If literally, expect him to poke back.)

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[just_the_doctor]

The Doctor pins a notice to the board.

( Wanted: )

Thus finished, he orders a pint from Bar and takes up a spot near the Observation Window.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Dreadfully bored-looking dead guy inna bar, curled up on a couch, as he's gotten rather sick of the corner booth.

He's contemplating the cover of a book that Bar's given him. After a while, he sighs morosely and starts reading it.

He would welcome a distraction.

[OOC: Mun's got until 11:00 EST and then has to be gone for an hour.]

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[mnt_mike]

Mike returns to the bar, having changed his ever present orange Hawaiian print shirt for something a little more subdued. You know, a blue one. Draped over one arm is a flowered wreath which appears to have been made with Two-Ply Facial Tissues. In the right light one can see that it has been sprayed with glitter. Placing the wreath down on the Bar, Mike sets about crafting the specials menu for the evening's Happy Hour in script is stylized, yet tasteful.

IN MEMORIAM
Lake Water
Rubber Duckie
The Vibrator

When the wreath is finally set in a place of prominence, Mike mixes himself a Rubber Duckie, and holds it aloft.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Milliways. The Bar is now open. Let us drink to the memory of Senior Squeakins. May he delight those whom he meets, from now until the end of all things."

He downs the drink, and turns the now empty glass over, mouth down on the Bar.

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[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

Parrot perched on a table, munching on a plate of fries. She's in quite a good mood tonight, and therefore probably not stealing your food or throwing things at you. Lucky you.

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[loverly-lady.livejournal.com]

*Muse of Erotica in the bar again. Long burgundy velvet gown slit past her hips and cut down to indecency. She slinks over to the bar and orders champagne and eclairs*

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo is eating dinner in a booth, surrounded by printouts of computer schematics. He glances up now and then to watch the crowd, but most of his attention in on his work.

Oh yeah. And the food. He remembers that occasionally.

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[gonna_live]

Kaylee's a little tired...but she's not dead, and that's saying a lot.

She's in the bar now, with more pad thai, and more pineapple...and a beer. Because beer is good.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

Romana reads over Ray's letter several times once she enters the bar and finds a booth. Hm. She really needs some sort of mailbox.

She orders some blueberry tea and absently munches on some wafers. There's her TARDIS manual that she could read for the umpteenth time, but she doubts anything in it will be distracting enough from fretting. Bother.

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[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche comes in through the painting portal, not as cheerful as usual, and immediately scans the room for any sign of Alain or Susan.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and looks around the bar for someone to talk to... she is bored. and there are new icons to show off*

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is sitting by the bar with a plate of tabasco fries.

Some things never change.

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[river_meimei]

River's under the Bar.

She's wearing a brown duster that's much too large for her; curled up small as she is, it looks as if she's trying to hide in it, and doing a fair job of succeeding. It's streaked faintly with the dust of another world.

Her forehead rests on her knees, and her whole body is a tight ball. She leans against the bar, and is silent, her face hidden.

(no subject)

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

There is a little dog in the bar, looking a little instable. Sometimes, he's all chirpy, wagging at people he doesn't even know, then, again, he's just lying in the corner, looking depressed. There's a bowl beside him with what looks like beer in it. If you keep watching, you can see it is constantly refilled and emptied again.

[OOC: This is mainly for Malcolm Crowe. Doesn't mean you're not welcome, but it will be slowtime very soon. Just as a warning. Thanks]

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[flybywash]

There is one very tired-looking Wash sitting at the Bar, beer in hand.

Despite the obvious exhaustion, he hasn't stopped smiling since he stepped into Milliways. Making it through the almost-end of the 'verse with your wife by your side tends to brighten things a bit.


[ooc: mun is only here for an hour and a half, sadly, but slowtime is more than welcome. :D]

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There's a Gorlim in the bar.

He is, once again, eating french fries.

...

......perhaps 'eating' is too liberal a term to apply what he's doing with them. At the moment, he's actually drumming two of them against the edge of the table and humming. He occasionally adds sound-effects.

Come talk to him.

Because Only You Can Prevent Sound Pollution.

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[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

And she is in the bar again. Somehow the structure holds up against the expansiveness of her presence. Do you feel that stilling of the air? Do you hear a collective intake of breath? She is only walking by -- not quite an angel, not quite a devil, a little of both, and a LOT of ink in just the right places. She may be only drawn that way, but she's drawn DAMN WELL.

Come say hello. She doesn't bite. But if you put your hands in the wrong place, other things just might.

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[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie walked in clutching a clipboard that she was checking off as she went. Funding is a go, approval is a go, there were still things left to do, and she'd left all her dynamics books here. And her laptop. So she was there to do ... a lot of stuff, not all of them related to work, thank heavens.

She and her clipboard took a place at the bar, pencil sketching out possible hydraulics systems.

(no subject)

[kal-torak.livejournal.com]

Again, he enters the bar.

He is not seeking the Godslayer this time, however.

Instead, Kal Torak sits by the fireplace, silently making plans.