milliways_bar | Aug. 23rd, 2005

Aug. 23rd, 2005

A sopping wet parapsychologist makes his way into the Bar from out back, placing something large on the surface of the Bar. It promptly vanishes; he nods, takes up a piece of paper and marker offered to him, and slaps the following notice up on the bulletin board.

FOUND IN THE DEPTHS OF THE LAKE:

One (1) large, interestingly patterned bronze bowl

One (1) highly questionable rubber duck

Two (2) size AA batteries of Terran manufacture

IF THESE ARE YOURS ASK THE BAR FOR THEM.
I'M NOT TOUCHING THAT DUCK AGAIN.

Thank you.

Having done this, he walks away, squelching as he goes.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire writes. About lots of things. And does math.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a Max in a booth with a large stack of books. At a glance, she seems to be reading through several at once. Maybe she is...she does tend to be weird that way, sometimes.

Feel free to distract her before they all fall and bury her.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*There is a Penny... in the bar... with a book... but she'd really like a friend to talk to.*

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

The young man at the bar looked patently miserable. He did have what looked like the remains of a plate of sashimi in front of him, but he wasn't eating anymore. He was looking at his own hands, thinking, frowning - but mostly, he seemed hurt. He felt better for having eaten. The hurt wasn't physical. The hurt was emotional, and that was something he didn't know how to deal with.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOC: Jaina reflects on her situation with Jag and Zekk in her room. Millitimed to last night, after talking with Jacen.]

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's in the bar.*

*Specifically, in a booth. With a chicken sandwich and a pile of barbecue potato chips, and a root beer. And a notebook, in which he appears to be scribbling.*

*Come say hi.*

called_lioness

Lucy's playing with yarn, like someone showed her to.

Hair goes blue.

Hair goes red.

Hair goes green.

And then violet, and Lucy smiles, and thinks about lavender and warm sheets, with the scent hanging in them, and laying in fields in the summer.

Back to blonde.

But she's still playing with the yarn.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Home. Containing a conversation which travels from Sunny to Nyarlathotep in five easy steps! With brief stops at both Ingress and Anthy. :O I swear. These two. Look out for whitetext and redtext oh noes!]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain, barstool, tea.

Today is for minimalism.

ulfricrichard.livejournal.com

Richard is sitting quietly in a booth. He is sipping tea and trying not to be noticed. The latter of which not being something he's all that good at. Poke away.

called_lioness

[In the House of Arch, when she goes to bed: Lucy thinks, and cries, and sleeps.]

Posted now, cause my netconnection is making not-good signs.

forever-england.livejournal.com

Bond in the bar. Alas, still no Walther PPK in hand. It is on his person, he's just not doing a cool stance with it right now.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

The Main Man is at the bar, sitting at a table, boozing up. He seems bored. Do you feel lucky?

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

"--and I want a bionet all the way around Manhattan. If it's not human--. Aw, hell."

Agent K spins around as the Front Door slams shut behind him. Back in Milliways again.

K's momentum takes him back a couple of steps until he bumps into a certain psychiatrist who hasn't been seen in the bar for a few days either.

"Pardon me."

"No problem. Here's your silver, uh, whatever-this-is."

Malcolm Crowe and Agent K are back in the bar.

(ooc: bedtime for their mun, but they're back if anyone wants to slowtime with them. mun should be around this afternoon, EST)

the-damsel.livejournal.com

April was seated at the bar with a large cup of coffee, the New York Times spread out before her. A picked-over blueberry muffin was abandoned on a plate beside her along with a small journal with an ink pen lodged between the pages, marking a spot somewhere near the middle. When she turned the pages of the paper, the movements were restless, unfocused.

~~[OOC: ACK. Must run an errand. Will be back in apx. 1 hour.]~~

earrings-star.livejournal.com

She was her normal self today, the plain blond, not the glamorous rockstor. For the moment, Jerrica took the simple pleasure of being herself to be a blessing. It could change at any given time, Jerrica knew that, but for now, she ignored it. Ignored all the voices in the back of her head telling her what she could and couldn't do.

Jerrica walked up to the bar, not even bothering to assess what was going on around her, that would happen later. For now, she would order the hardest drink she could fathom and spend a few moments not thinking about work or music or her love life. She would just be.

((OOC, will try to reply from work))

in-it.livejournal.com

[OOM: Timed to AGES ago, and not exactly finished (let's call this a FTB), the Woobie got canon-punctured with Michelle's support. Mild breakage.]

hakkai-n-jeep.livejournal.com

Hakkai walks warily from his room into the bar, scanning the faces he sees. This was going to take some getting used to, but he could adapt. He chuckles to himself as Hakuryu jiips quietly near his ear.

"Yes, Hakuryu, I will locate you some water."

"Jiip, jiip!"

Chucking again, Hakkai nods. "And something to eat."

He approaches the Bar, remembering that, if he wanted something all he needed to do was ask. He clears his throat nervously. "Could I please have a small bowl of water for my friend here, as well as some tea and two bowls of steamed rice?"

Before his eyes, his request was filled. "Thank you!" Hakkai says as he holds up the bowl of water for Hakuryu.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the bar, having an early lunch.

Or at least she would be having lunch if she could figure out how to go about eating it. You see, when she came in from the lake, she asked Bar for some kind of seafood which was nothing like what she'd had before.

Bar obliged by giving her a plate full of snow crab legs. So here Naraht sits, blinking at the pile of hard-shelled appendages, cup of butter sauce and several metal instruments wondering what the hell she's supposed to do now.

Anyone care to help?

in-it.livejournal.com

Holy cow, there was a Woobie inna bar! It was almost strange to see him there so early without damp hair. Andrew was settled on a stool at the bar nursing a glass of orange juice and taking stock of the late morning crowd. There were so many unfamiliar faces, he felt as though he had been gone much longer than he had. Things changed pretty quickly at Milliways.

gone_byebye

Ray lugs himself into the Bar- he hadn't quite enough nerve last night to go home, and anyway he wanted to keep an eye on Peter- and plops down at the bar. "Dead cow on a bun with something fried, please," he says. "And the usual to drink... thank you."

col-cardboard.livejournal.com

[OOC: since mun still does not have internet, another pup gets an OOM!]

OOM: Jag can't sleep.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Curled up in an armchair by the fire is ... a small red fox.

A ~~cute~~ cheerful-looking fox!

... It probably would not appreciate being leashed and collared, despite its suitability for that kind of thing.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*There is a bandaid with a toy airplane, she is sitting at a table muttering in-flight safety instructions under her breath. Please come talk to her*

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita and Asmodean discuss the possibility of kids, and each other's happiness, in a quietly, subtly breaky way.]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy enters the bar, still wearing a pair of blue pyjamas. He looks like he has just dragged himself out of bed. This is because he has. He gets some black coffee, toast and a boiled egg then sits in a booth and cuts the toast into soldiers.
If Helen is around he would really like his kitten back.

thedisenchanter.livejournal.com

Jill inna bar...
Jill very solemn.
Eyes full of sadness and hurt and pain....

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

Dinah was a bit overwhelmed by the number of new faces that appeared in the bar overnight, and she's looking forward to meeting them. For once, there's no need to clear up the mess from happy hour last niht, so she just clears the bar and writes up the:

Breakfast Specials
Fava Bean Egyptian Breakfast
Rice Pecan Hotcakes
Half a grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

iustus_rex

Edmund comes into the bar from the House of Arch. Possibly because it's absurdly quiet in the House just now. Possibly for other ~~nefarious~~ reasons ~~like because his player is finally back at work and will be online for the next seven hours~~.

He stops at the bar for tea, giving her a smile, and takes it and his sketchbook over to one of the tables. It's been a while since he's done any drawing, other than the prodigious amounts demanded by Sunny.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael and Maria come out of the staff quarters, a little early for Michael's shift, and take a table.

At some point, Michael gets up and heads into the kitchen. Come say hi to Maria, or to both of them if you catch him before he leaves.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

OOM: Pre-Milliways

The door opens and in walks a figure in a snow-white hooded robe, with a backpack slung over one shoulder. The hood conceals the face of the figure completely. Pouches hang from a leather-looking belt and the backpack bulges as if filled over-capacity

The figure stands there for a moment viewing the room and then, it's head making a nodding motion, it strides to the bar and glances around it, then turning it's back, leans against the bar.

In one hand is clutched a mahogany staff, atop which rests what looks like a golden colored reptile claw of soem sort, grasping a crystal ball. The other hand holds the bands of the backpack and settles it off it's shoulder and onto the floor next to the figure's feet. As the figure settles at the bar, it takes it's hand off of the staff, which remains upright where it is, and places the normal-looking hand on the bar.

Now settled, the figure surveys the bar quietly, speaking only one word in a quiet, almost raspy, voice.

"Interesting."

Current Mood: curious

unpossessed.livejournal.com

There is an angel lounging sleepily on a rafter. Unless your habit is to walk around looking at the ceiling, you might not have noticed him except that he's letting his wings hang loose. A flurry of auburn feathers just a few inches above eye-level is more noticable. His long hair ends just a little higher.

He's lying stretched out along the length of one of the thick wood beams, leaning on his elbows. Before his hands, he has a selection of wine glasses and a small bowl of water. The glasses are secured with string and filled with varying amounts of colored liquids. The angel dips his fingers into the water and traces the rims of the glasses, creating an eerie, airy musical vibration, a different note from each glass.

He's playing etherial ragtime.

Current Mood: creative

azarathsraven.livejournal.com

Raven in the bar.

She's not dressed in her usual outfit for once. It's strange to see her out of her typical uniform. She wore a t-shirt and pair of baggy jeans. The change of clothing was her idea, and she was content with it.
She sported bruises around her neck, on her face and upper arms, due to being on the losing end of a battle, but that's alright. She's content to sit in a booth and read.

If anyone wants to come by and say hello she'd probably welcome a conversation.

Current Mood: content

robinton-harper.livejournal.com

Robinton in the bar.

Eating tomato soup.

He's not entirely sure what a 'tomato' is, but he likes the soup well enough.

Come say hello.

nita_callahan

Nita's settled into a booth, doing maintenance on her charm bracelet/spell matrix. The loops of light are spread on the table in front of her, ready to be tweaked, though at the moment she's mostly just considering it and sipping her soda.

Feel free to ask what in the world she's doing.

[OOC: Mun is in and out due to packing, etc.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is up in the rafters.

With her knapsack, her Book of Hell(tm), a pad of paper, and her chewed pencil.

'Ware airplanes.

lvpd_sidle

Sara is looking out one of the Observation windows, drinking coffee.

That's about it, really.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

The Mirror Shatters
Scene 1: A Reflection of Corinin

Scene 2: Peace

firstwizard.livejournal.com

Zedd is sitting in the bar, drink tea and thinking about milliways for some odd reason. He isn't sure why.

[OOC: Not sure how long I'll be around, just showing of a new icon.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: A drunken night and the beginning of escape]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert.

Table.

Coffee.

Notebook.

Current dilemna: Who do you get to perform a wedding ceremony when neither your or your fiancee are members of any religion represented in the bar?

[ooc: mun is leaving for school tomorrow morning, so if you have any desire to thread with Bert before probably Friday, have at]

sai_delgado

She's been outside in the stables longer than strictly necessary, today. Up in the hayloft there's a small cleared area that she's using to hang wildflowers for drying.

When Susan comes inside and heads for the bar-- in search of white tea and a quesadilla-- she's wearing some of the flowers braided in her hair, and she's smiling.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is sitting on the floor by the fire.

He doesn't look as tired as he has been the past few days. Though his eyes still wander around the bar occasionally, for the most part they don't leave the fire.

For some reason, the bar had provided his textbook again with lunch. Now it's on the floor next to him.

kassandraloxias.livejournal.com

Kassandra is sitting at the bar, looking glum.
Had bad dreams.
Maybe she's awake. She doesn't know. She has an opened pomegranate in front of her, but appetite she has not.
A small pool of juice and seeds is running along the surface of the bar, soaking into her sleeve, very red.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Having taken care of everything that he must do.

It was time.

The end.

Standing before the Door with his head bowed, he gave a long sigh... He had walked a long road.

(The Glass Prison which once held me is gone)

[OOC: Locked to Nita Callahan.]

iopenthings

[OOC: In Moorgate, Door is still holdiong her own.]

logical-prancer.livejournal.com

Lisa is out in the stable, grooming Prancer in her stall. She speaks to the horse calmly. "Soon you'll go home." The horse shakes her head negatively. "What, you don't want to go home? Well we need to one day. I want to go back. I miss people there. Don't you?"

She's being silly. As much as she liked to pretend that Prancer could understand her, she knew she didn't. Oh well. She grabs the horses saddle, setting it carefully on the mare's back. "Let's go ride."

mctrillian.livejournal.com

There are a set of Nataels in the bar.

Trillian has succeeded in getting Jasin to eat, which has made her rather content - for the moment.

While there's a sense of foreboding in the air, she hasn't realized it yet.

[OOC: Thread locked for plot, dankeschoen.]

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Boredom doesn't sit well with Sheppard. It never has, and never will. And so rather than sit around in his room, he opts to head out of the bar and towards the lake and surrounding area. There's bound to be something interesting out there, and hopefully, it'll be less mind-breaking than some things in the bar.

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Chloe sits at the bar, flipping through an old issue of the Daily Planet as she sips through her coffee. Her message bag is on a barstool next to her.

Mun really isn't being too creative with entrance posts today. So yeah, that's all.

slayer_fray

Mel wanders down from upstairs today, with wet hair sticking to her shirt. She pauses at the noticeboard, gasps, and strides straight over to the Bar, where her desired object appears, along with a giant plate of breakfast.

"Rocketship! Welcome back, Senior Squeakins!"

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny is in the bar. sitting at a table

Current Mood: lazy

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

An hour before Elaine's shift starts, Elaine leaves a note with Bar:

( Note to Dr. Malcolm Crowe )

"Will you give this to Dr. Crowe, please, Bar?" The note disappears. "Thank you, Bar."

Now it is to be seen whether poor Dr. Crowe can decipher Elaine's atrocious spelling. At least the handwriting is neat.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Lando sits quietly at the fireplace, looking back and forth from his English-Basic primer to a book the bar gave him called The Cat in the Hat. It's clearly a children's book, but Lando understands why the Bar would give him such a thing. The pictures are interesting, though why a Bothan would wear a hat is beyond him.

Come and say hi and see how things are.

mctrillian.livejournal.com

Today is not Trillian's day.

This morning, she ate breakfast with Jasin, and recieved a very heartbreaking sort of letter.

Reading it hurt, rather.

A lot of things changed perspective.

And now, small bag in hand, Trillian stands by the door, ready to hop into Apple and ake off into the world for a little while.

Maybe a long while.

Simple notes are left with Bar for Nita Callahan, Max Evans and Michael Guerin, Ford Prefect, Arthur and Fenchurch, Zaphod Beeblebrox, Lilly Kane, Andrew and Samantha and Val Wiggin-Skywalker ...

... and out she goes.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

There's a pernicious, French, dandy in a booth somewhere in Milliways. Really you ought to look around for him.
He might be causing trouble. Perhaps seducing your friends or plotting your death. And if he's not, come meet him so that he can.
~~Or at least so that his mun will be entertained as her other pup is leaving the bar soon.~~

ohcapnmycapn.livejournal.com

"Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think."

A man steps through the door to Milliway's. He blinks for a moment, as he realizes that he is no longer at Welton Academy, let alone in front of it. His eyes float slowly around the bar as he thinks for a moment. "Oh well, I could use a small drink or refreshment as he shrugs and heads up to the bar.

"O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck the Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead."

His eyes are weary as he looks around for a bartender. Who shall he find?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in a booth, eating a rather comfort food supper of pepperoni pizza.

He's drinking something that looks like it might be Romulan Ale, or might be Koolaid.

Feel free to ask.

But be warned- he's not entirely sure which either.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, in usual clothes, in usual fashion, grabs her usual tray from the (most un)usual bar, and puts her usual smile on her usually pretty face.

And, as usual, she's smiling and would love to serve you.

Current Mood: Usual

silver-dante.livejournal.com

Dante sits by one of the observation windows, watching the universes outside with some awe, though he'd never admit it.

shadow-of-you.livejournal.com

"This is..interesting," she mutters as she opens the door, nearly tripping over her own two feet as she enters. "Never seen a place like this before.."

She glances down at her worn shoes and tattered clothes. She's covered in dust and dirt, but she can't help it. She's been hitchhiking for weeks, wanting away from everything she knew before. Opening her purse, she glances inside- there's enough money to get by for a little while, but she doesn't know how long.

Sniffing slightly, she slides into an empty seat, tugging the backpack off her shoulders as she does so. It seems pretty quiet so far, and she wonders what she should order. Food sounds good, for a start. Perhaps she could even find a place to stay for a little while, finally settle down a bit. Maybe make a couple of new friends.

People. Lolita chews on her lower lip and slides her sunglasses from her nose to rest on her head. People would be a welcome distraction. Her foot swings lazily- she's almost too short to reach the floor, but she sits up, taking in her surroundings before slouching back down to stare at dirty fingernails.

Current Mood: nervous

flyingfen.livejournal.com

Fenchurch, hanging out by the observation window.

Oblivious to the doom eclipsing most of her friends.

And smiling, like she usually does.

last_adam

*Adam's at the bar, with supper and cider. A book at his side, he's flipping through it absentmindedly.*

nita_callahan

A few minutes after Asmodean leaves.

As Nita passes by the Bar, several things appear, as simply as anything Bar delivers. Nita pauses, and realizes they're for her, and picks them up.

One is a letter she rather expected.

The other is not.

She reads them both, several times, wondering why she mostly feels numb, before she picks up the box of music and walks upstairs, setting her feet carefully, as if she'll break if she moves too quickly.

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

There's a young man in the bar. Barefoot. He's having a bacon sandwich and a big mug of milcoffee.

cywyllog

Cywyllog sits at the bar, well into her third glass of wine. In other words, she's mildly tipsy. This may make her more flippant and confident than usual.

Then again, it may not.

Current Mood: discontent

young_tmriddle

*It is time. Tom is not waiting a moment longer to go after to rescue her, and if Dark magic is the only way to do it, then it's what must be done.

He strides from the House of Arch painting with fierce determination. He looks slightly less disheveled than he has in the past week, but no less tired and no less haunted.

He's dressed in all black - black robes, black trousers, a fitted black shirt that shows outlines of muscles that were not so pronounced this time last year. All black to match his mood and all the better to slip through the shadows of the Underside.

He gathers those who said they would aid him. Faith, Alanna, and Yrael are escorted through the painting to join Arithon and Hunter who await them in the front gallery.*

dontusemyphone.livejournal.com

He's been coming down more regularly. You just haven't seen him ~~Because his mun has been lazy, and has not given him proper attention~~.

Point is, there's a ~~Joe~~ Richard in the bar.

Oops. He's not in the bar. he's outside. Walking alone by the lake. Head down, hands in pockets. A poster boy for rejection and depression.

Crappy as his life was, he's homesick.Not that he wants to go back and live out the day he's in the middle of. But still. He just wants to go home, get that over with, and move on.

Feel free to speak to him, just try not to sneak up on him. He's still a bit skittish.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes into the bar from her suite, pinning her Security badge on and heading for a table.

See icon for outfit. Faith doesn't believe in overdressing, really.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam behind the Bar.

Have at!

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra sits in her usual booth, but instead of reading she is drawling a string across the table. Kit pounces upon the string, his green-gold eyes focused upon the toy.

It's a strange sight to see Petra actuly giggling.

blue_ajah

The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and once again Moiraine glides to a table in the room.

No light reading, this evening. Moiraine has a journal with her, in which she appears to be making notes; and although the Aes Sedai is composed, there is something of intent focus in her glance.

cuban-star.livejournal.com

Lola sits at the bar. She's got a glass of wine in one hand and she picking at a salad with the other.

Maybe I'll stay another night, or I do have that performance slot at The Palace. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

*She continues thinking*

Well, I've always got a performance slot at The Palace. Never know when I'll get plopped here....I'll stay

*She finishes up with her salad*

"Would you have a crossword puzzle book?"

*The bar quickly brings up the book. She smiles.*

"Thank you very much"

*She sits working on crossword puzzles, occasionally taking a sip of her wine*

If you listen you may hear her singing as well.

Ay, ay, como muero por ti
Como poder olvidarte?
Basta que me enamores
o que me mandes flores
Para obtener un si.....

Come bother her. She won't mind at all.

Current Mood: happy

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

He's awake finally, and it's a bleary-eyed psychologist/parapsychologist who's stumbling down the stairs to the bar area.
Holding his head with the mother of all headaches, and looking like he'd need to down a whole bottle of aspirin.
Also, still dressed in sleepwear.

"Bar, sweetie? Coffee, and some aspirin, my head's killing me." A cup of tea showed up instead, along with the medicine.

"I said coffee, not tea! In America, we have coffee in the morning!"

Uh, somebody want to clarify the current bartime for the frazzled Venkman?

Current Mood: annoyed

called_lioness

She feels better.

Not necessarily good, but better than she was before, and Lucy's smiling to herself as she writes in a notebook.

kidzoom.livejournal.com

Thad, with an icon stolen from his clone parent, is sitting at the bar. He's been enjoying himself quite a lot lately. Making friends, influencing people... In other words, setting a good basis for villainy. Come chat the boy up. Or confuse him for Bart, it's all good.

gone_byebye

Ray has been busy upstairs for a while. Busy busy busy busy. Oh yes. Very busy.

Unfortunately you can only spend so long welding before the project gets done with.

He stinks of acetylene torch aftermath.

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, a cold cup of tea at her elbow, arms crossed on the tabletop, her head pillowed on her arms, and sound asleep.

Someone should probably wake her up; she's going to have a terrible crick in her neck if she stays like that very long.

Current Mood: exhausted

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary comes into the bar, followed by Dickon, turning back to talk excitedly at him.

"- it is the first fine day it has been in so long, this is the first time I have been able to come without being soaked when I get here -"

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's back in the Bar, but she's pulled herself into a secluded corner and is combing the tangles out of her hair. She doesn't feel like talking to people right now. Her experience earlier with Johnny has left her confused and conflicted.

On the one hand, here was possibly an out for this arousal she's been fighting all this time. Johnny's kind, considerate, smart and gentle. He has a good sense of humor and definately seems interested. And he's attractive...and unattached.

But on the other hand, she's reluctant to give in. With Horta, mating is something that comes at the very end of life unless you are lucky (or unlucky) enough to wind up female at the end of the cycle. Part of her is repulsed by the idea of jumping the gun. After all, any relationship in this body would have to be strictly temporary. She's not going to remain a mermaid or similar humanoid forever. She is, at her core, a Horta. Not to mention, she still has responsibities as a Starfleet officer back home. Was it really fair to any male she might partner with? Would Johnny be all right with a temporary romance as Guppy put it?

I need a distraction, she says to herself. I need to think about something else...or do something else.

Her mind thought back to the concert earlier in the week. Naraht has always liked music. Horta don't sing, though. They can whistle like no other organism, but she hasn't figured out how to whistle in this form. But maybe she could try singing. She'd always been curious about it and even hummed a little in this form already.

So she tries humming again, working out shifts in tone, wincing at a few off notes until she gets the right pitch. Soon she is singing fragments of verses. Finally, she launches into a song she heard at a ship mixer not long ago. The tune, caught between melancholy and happy, seems to fit her mood.

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

Something inside her relaxes and releases. Naraht leans back in her chair, eyes closing as she focuses on the music.

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Maybe Naraht should have done a little more reading in those books Bar gave her. The mermaid and the siren, if not one and the same as some legends say, are closely related. Thwarted passion finds release in her voice as the song drifts around that small corner of the Bar...calling out, enticing, entreating...

((OOC: Here's the deal. Naraht is unwittingly using a siren song. She's not singing very loudly, so it's limited to her immediate area. It works by fixating the attention and desire of any person who has any amount of attraction to females on her. It can be blocked by good mental shielding or strong force of will and will fade about a minute after she stops singing. If you want your pup to be in earshot, go ahead and post below. How your pups respond to it and/or fight it off is entirely up to you, but please, no zombies. Pups who are unaffected are also welcome to laugh at/restrain/slap some sense into the pups who are.))

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Hey, look who's in the bar proper, munching on chocolate chip cookies, and fried bacon. With a little bit of microbrewery beer to wash it down. He can tell the difference between it and the mass-produced stuff, and he doesn't like it.

Have at.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita mourns.]

roseofreason.livejournal.com

Miki was initially surprised to find himself in Milliways again. He hadn't been here since his strange conversation with Anthy, and that was weeks ago-- as far as he could tell, anyway.

He is much more surprised to discover that a a thick folder appears when he tries to order a cup of cocoa.

He turns through the pages carefully, a look of bewilderment and worry on his face.

"Circumstances"? What circumstances?

Did something happen to Mr. Jasin?

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

((OOM: Atton has problems with levitating things, irritating droids, wandering thoughts and scornful socks.))

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol sits at the bar, eating ice cream and trying not to think about bad things. It's good ice cream.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is standing at the bar, leaning on his iron staff. As usual, he looks all professional in his suit and sunglasses. The owl is nowhere to be seen. But, to be seen, is a sign beside him. "ARE YOU NEW HERE? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP." He's back to that old shtick.*

young_tmriddle

*Tom disapparates with a pop into the middle of the bar from the stronghold of the Moors. His eyes are wild, frantic, and in his arms is the limp body of Door.

Her eyes are partly open but they stare sightlessly as her head lolls about with every movement.

They are both covered in blood, though not much of it is their own.*

MOIRAINE!!! Or any healer! PLEASE HELP US!

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is curled up in a booth, fast asleep. One hand is flopped over the side of the chair, and there are three empty coffee cups on the table, along with a half finished Su doku puzzle.

onehoopyprefect

The note from Trillian is propped up in the booth next to a picture he took of her on Gwillanti Prime.

He is toasting her with the bottle of Bushmill's she brought him. Again and again.

bigfathairydeal.livejournal.com

Large orange cat sitting on the bar.

Now let's see if I can remember how this works.

He eyes the bar carefully.

Okay, I'd like four pans of lasagna to start out with.

Nothing happens.

...Please?

Four pans of lasagna appear next to Garfield.

I could get used to this. He then begins to systematically devour each pan.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max Evans is eating tabasco-covered marshmallows.

Max Evans is humming Yesterday under his breath.

Max Evans has in front of him the anthology of the works of Sarah Teasdale, a small pile of (granilith?) rocks, some old piano music, a rusty flute mouthpiece, a few photographs of various Milliways folk all blue and purple on the Heart of Gold's bridge, and a golden ring.

Max Evans does remembrance well.

countvorkosigan.livejournal.com

(pre-Milliways)

Lord Aral Vorkosigan limps in through the front doors without recognizing he's done so. He looks a mess, his uniform in tatters, torn, burned and ripped from the adventures of the past three days. His pantsleg, in particular, has been cut to the knee and is tied in place. Nasty stains mar the color from about mid-calf down. His normally laser-quick eyes are dulled by fever and exhaustion as he looks around and he sags wearily into a chair at the closest empty table.

His fevered brain doesn't even question why all these people are out of uniform. Not at the moment, anyway.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val comes into the bar from the House of Arch, wearing a black mini-skirt and green tank top, hair done for once, in a rather ornate style, with strappy stiletto heels. Sitting gracefully on a stool, she links her heels into the seat, and leans on Bar. "Hey, Bar. Um. Tea and a book, please?" Bar obliges, but with a Long Island Iced Tea, and a datapad which, when turned on, is a tabloid from Coruscant. Eying it warily, she shrugs, sipping her drink and laughing every so often at what she's reading.

mnt_raph

*Beer.
The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.

Ex-turtle at the bar.*

http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/

Harold's in the bar, drawing quietly to himself.

He's lonely.

Mun's bored and uncreative. Come make us both happy.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's sitting at a booth, looking through some old entries on her datapad as she slowly sips at a Bantha Blaster. She clicks softly to herself, unaware of what's happening in the rest of Milliways.

Zekk's been away on Ossus for more than a day. She's not liking the fact that the she misses him more than she cares to admit.

veryvorkosigan

[Pre-Milliways: Sergyar]

*Cordelia Vorkosigan enters the bar.

She wasn't intending to, and it takes her a few moments to realize that she has. She pauses a few steps away from the door, visibly hesitating.

Visibly a few other things, too. Stressed may be one word that comes to mind; strained another. The sufficiently perceptive, if paying sufficient attention, might come up with frightened.*

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha's in the bar!!

Not with paperwork, or brotherly homework items, or her cd player. Just herself, at the bar, with a milkshake and a plate with some pie on it. Apple pie. Oh yum!!

Oh and the note from Trillian that came with it when she ordered.

She's staring off into space (literally), and bemused smile on her face. Come and chat!!

(OOC: Mun doesn't have AIM on this computer, but will be on for a bit, then has to go home, and will get back on again when home. :D)

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

There's a Catherine in the bar--exhausted, frazzled, worn out, badly in need of a drink, but she's there.

Anyone want to talk?

Current Mood: quiet

silver-dante.livejournal.com

Dante sits out by the lake watching the play of light on the waters surface.

muns bored, feel free to poke.

in-it.livejournal.com

[OOM: In suite 427, Arthur and Andrew discuss the female fascination with marriage and the sexuality of dogs.]

capt_angie

*This little witch went to the Ministry,
This little witch stayed home.
This little witch had had a butterbeer,
And this little witch had none.

And this little witch thought:
Sod this for a laugh, I'm going to Milliways for a Firewhiskey and paradoxes.

And so she did.*

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Wolf, with a baby in arm, has tacked a note to the board. It says:

Attn Milliways Patrons,

If anybody knows who the parents or guardians of a young toddler named Harold are, please contact Wolf. I can be found in the kitchens or room 10, usually.

--Wolf