(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven enters the bar.

She seems to be in a decent mood. She even hums a little.

Come pester her.

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Oh, fine, already.

So Nina's back.

Moody and withdrawn and moping over the departure of Asmodean--whom she misses too terribly for words--but she's alive. And drinking herself to death, if someone doesn't stop her first.

(no subject)

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

OOM: Supercuteness between Wolf and the baby he found.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

After a ... worrying conversation with Angelina, Viktor moves quickly at the bar. He's at a loss as to what to do, what to think, who to trust.

He goes to the bar, and orders something strong.

Haha, except sleep is actually fun, so after grabbing a quick drink, he heads out to the woods to think.

(no subject)

[highkingoberon]

OOM: In the woods.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is in a booth, again with a frightening amount of books. But with a chocolate milkshake this time, which makes everything better. Or at least that's her theory.

Feel free to bother the X5. She could probably use the distraction.

Out of Milliways

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

( Altair Beta, 1990 - Coincidence is cancelled. )

[Editor's note: One must recall that the events of Mostly Harmless take place in 1992.]

(no subject)

[terri-pryde.livejournal.com]

If life were kind, this wouldn't happen.

But ka is not only cruel, it also has a sadistic sense of humour.

And so that's why a woman in her late 40's, who might look vaguely familiar to some, but probably not, enters.

And blinks.

And blinks.

And thinks that somehow, this has to be her daughter's fault, as she stares.

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Flatmate has left for the night, and so Brian is in the bar! Brian is not in the Bar because that would involve not being solid and probably more death than is good for him, but he's in the bar. He's sitting, cross-legged, right in the way*

(no subject)

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

A large black and tan dog with a red collar trots in through the front door, shaking water from her paws.

She curls up in front of the fire. Death is cold.

(no subject)

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim walks into the bar looking ashen-faced and shivery. He solemnly takes off his sword and dagger and places them on the bar.

"Bar, dear, would you... keep these for me for a little while?" he asks quietly. The weapons obligingly disappear. Gorlim closes his eyes. With a sigh, he sits at the stool nearest him.

He doesn't order anything, but a plate of cheese and a cup of something that resembles tea appears in front of him. The cheese he nibbles at without tasting it. He doesn't bother to ask what's in the cup -- it's hot, and vaguely tea-like, but has a sweetness to it he doesn't recognize. It has a calming effect.

Distractions would be welcomed, if you don't mind the traitor showing his title ("the Unhappy") a little more than usual. He'd be happy to see a friendly face.


[OOC: My internet is seriously mucked up -- taking 3-5 minutes to load any page. Tags to this post will be REALLY slowtimed until the problem is fixed, which may be tomorrow or may be next week. So if you want to play with Gorlim, the mun politely requests instant-message RP. Ping me at "Ven badger"; I'll log the scenes and put them under this post when they're done. Thank you!!]

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon. Drinking. A little more cheerful than he has been of late.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy stops by the bar with a envelope held tightly in one hand; there's no name on the front, just an elaborate rose sigil.

The envelope vanishes. Anthy says, too low for anyone but the bar to hear, "If there's a response, I don't want it," and heads for the stairs.

Entrance Post

[sec-def.livejournal.com]

And because what the bar needs right now is another 24 pup bringing the DOOM!, angst and woe...there is a man standing by the front door. He's dressed in an expensive suit and gives off an almost tangible air of authority.

Which is almost spoiled by the way his mouth proceeds to drop open slightly and by the not-so-quietly uttered, 'What the hell...?!'

Important Cabinet members don't often find themselves in bars in the middle of the working day. Well...that's what they tell the press anyway.

Someone please explain to the Secretary of Defense what's going on?

(no subject)

[spooky-shrink.livejournal.com]

Malcolm comes down to the bar late even for him. There's a note waiting for him from Elaine, and he smiles as he reads it. It takes him a moment to decipher some of her spellings, but her writing is coming along fine, all things considered. He decides to give his reply an old-fashioned feel.

"Bar, could I have an Underwood #5 typewriter for a moment?" *bamph*

"Hello, Elaine,

I am sorry I was not here today, but I will be in the bar tomorrow. I would be happy to talk to you as long as you would like. I hope I can help you with what you want to talk about.

Malcolm"

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[oom: Goodbye to Barbados. Warnings for joint showers.]

(no subject)

[druid-belasius.livejournal.com]

A black viper has been starving in his terrarium. A man named Tom Riddle fed him for a while, but Tom stopped coming several days ago, and the viper has had neither food nor water since.

The viper prays. He has been praying for months, since the moment in which Puck gave him his current form. Cybele Bellona Diana, free your loyal servant. Let me punish your enemies. Let me curse them and cast them out into darkness. Ceres Minerva Isis, free me-- Over and over again he has repeated the same words, and the Goddess (Hecate Artemis Persephone) has done nothing.

The viper is losing hope.

The Goddess (Mother of the Corn, White Sow, Queen of All) has been waiting for something.

Beyond the observation window, a cluster of stars comes into alignment, exploding in a precise pattern once identified by Pythagoras of Samos. The light from the explosion falls on the terrarium.

Glass shatters.

The archdruid Belasius, naked and emaciated, reels by the bar.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Out by the lake, there is a hovering speedster. Not that he's using his speed to hover, mind you. No, Barry is on his skaterug, hovering about fifteen feet above the surface of the lake. At this hour, it's very peaceful, as the pseudo-sun rises, as a cool breeze drifts past him.

Feel free to call up to him if you see him. He will head on down and say hi.

[ooc: online till approx. 10 am EDT]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

The mun is going through serious Tony withdrawl. That is why he is in the bar. Very early. He looks refreshed and happy.

Yay!

(no subject)

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

There was also an Audrey, because the mun is insane, and knows fully well that she has just one browser, but doesn't care, because hey Audie inna bar!

...righto!

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

Hello depression. Hello regret. Hello woe. Today, thy name is April O'Neil.

Having decided to forgo the more social atmosphere of sitting at the bar, April was tucked sideways into a booth, her knees drawn up and her head leaned back against the wall. Her usual copy of the New York Times lay abandoned on the table beside her, still folded neatly the same way she had received it from Bar. A large cup of coffee (extra cream and sugar) was clutched in her hands and it was quite possible that she was watching the front door.

Distraction might not be such a bad idea at this juncture.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse has a plate of pancakes with almost an obscene amount of syrup.

He is probably a better breakfaster than his mun, who is currently trying to type while eating a mango popsicle.

Out of Milliways

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

( Winter 1991, Cygnus Belt - Remembrance )

(no subject)

[alwaysroomforhope]

There's a Steph. She's dangling upside-down from the rafters. This is not terribly unusual, for her.

(no subject)

[innocentknight.livejournal.com]

Paul is in the bar, waking up with some English Breakfast tea and scones. Billie Holiday is on the iPod the bar delivered along with breakfast and he's reading a Truman Capote biography. He looks around every so often, hoping to avoid the international terrorist he vomited on and the ex-wife who told him he's dead. Other than that, he's downright cheery.

He's left a note for Jen Slater at the bar and this might be one of the reasons for his cheer.

(no subject)

[la-calice.livejournal.com]

Utena comes downstairs, looking cheerful, and jumps the last few steps, feeling her muscles ache delightfully from the swim she had taken yesterday. Myabe later she would go again, if Mizuno-san appeared.

Or maybe she'd go by herself.

Humming, she goes to the bar and orders a cup of juice, which appears, along with a ( note )

Her smile falters.

Maybe today isn't going to be such a great day after all.

(no subject)

[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

Oh look who's in the bar! Oh my goodness, it's an ex-prince ex-Beast. HE hasn't been seen for a while. Must have been hiding out in the greenhouse.

Just like a few mornings ago, he's sitting at a table with breakfast. This time it's cinnamon toast, but he's only picking at it.

Come say hi, if you know him, or come meet him if you don't! He's very polite, and won't bite, I promise.

Or, as the mun needs to babysit younger sibs, if you tag then the responses will be a while in coming.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Zekk wraps his arm around Jaina, holding her close to him in their booth. There are plates of chocolate chip waffles and cups of caf on the table in front of them, as well as the Aurebesh-English primer Jaina got from bar and their datapads.

Jaina lazily reaches out with the Force for the datapad, but Zekk stops it mid-way, causing it to fall back down to the table.

Anyone want to distract them before an argument breaks out over lessons?

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel enters the bar and takes a seat in a booth. She's waiting for her brother. Her big brother who she wasn't happy with....because...because...because he was acting like a 19 year old guy, dammit!

(no subject)

[undignified]

Because obviously the mun has nothing better to do when she can't go to work, Wes, at the Bar.

He's stolen Hobbie's mournfulness to stare at his tab.

Why does he continue to play sabacc against Jaina Solo, anyway?

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

Caspian sits by the lake with his lunch beside him, re-braiding an unraveled rein thoughtfully. Nearby, the Hope bobs gently up and down on the lake-water, her bound sail gleaming whitely in the sun.

He is thinking about going for a sail, but is hesitant to go alone. But it's such a beautiful day, surely someone will come out and join him.

[OOC: Must go till tomorrow! Slowtime, if desired, is always good for me.]

(no subject)

[got-a-number.livejournal.com]

Jordan is not rested. Yesterday, she found out she was supposed to be dead, that her dream vacation was a death sentence. Added to the strange grandeur of Milliways, and very intriguiging subliminal things she saw in that video, she is pretty strung out. She tries Lincoln's door, but he's not in. She goes downstairs and tries to request toast and cottage cheese. The bar, as ever, is accomodating. At least something seems certain, though she is wary to trust it just yet.

Mmm, breakfast.

(no subject)

[scienceliz.livejournal.com]

Liz. At the bar. Writing in her journal.

Have at.

(no subject)

[edwardishungry.livejournal.com]

*All around the Milliways bar
The Edward chased the puppy.
The Edward thought it was such fun.
and so did the puppy

Ed in bar- Have At...*

(no subject)

[captain-emerald.livejournal.com]

Rimmer appears and makes his way to the bar where after asking, and getting a drink he sits staring at a wall. He's in a bad mood today.

{ooc: it has been way too long since I've been here, annoying life. Feel free to bug Rimsey XD}

Entrance Post

[to-be-trusted.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Baker Street 221B: The Good Doctor]

"I will stop by in the evening, I think," he said. "Half-past six or so, and I might stay for a bit of supper as well, if he is amenable." Giving Mrs. Hudson a reassuring smile, he picked up his bag, took his hat in one hand, and stepped out the door.

...into a pub. Which made not the slightest sense at all, in fact, and he should have liked to ask Mrs. Hudson just what she was about, decorating for Christmas in such a peculiar way, except that the door had closed behind him. Well, the establishment was full of (rather odd) patrons, and asking for directions back out onto the street should be simple enough.

It was at that moment that he caught sight of the observation window, and the literally earth-shattering event outside it. His medical bag thumped to the floor, falling from suddenly limp fingers, and he brought the other hand up to his chest, over his heart, still holding his hat. "Dear God in heaven."

Yes, welcome to Milliways, Dr. Watson.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ After this. ]

Tony is outside. By a tree. Probably his tree.

He doesn't look happy.

[ ooc: just tony's friends, please? he's kinda broked. :(

...and now mun is on her way home! will be back around 6pm edt ]

(no subject)

[collects_ears]

There is a George in the bar - presently sitting at a table. He's on his second cup of tea, and there are dark circles under his eyes.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle, in his usual booth, toying with the cord of his iPod headphones.

Just for the hell of it, he selects "Born in the USA," because he knows he's not going to get it.

It gives him "Fairytale of New York."

He doesn't mind.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

After a couple days of being allowed to wear long sleeves again, Jack thought the t-shirt was just a fluke. A one-day experiment, to see if he could take people seeing his scars and tattoos; reminders of a past he'd rather avoid thinking about.

It wasn't. This morning he woke up, opened his closet door, and again, there wasn't one long sleeve to be seen.

So he's sitting out by the lake, reading and tugging on his shirt sleeves occasionally, as though by doing so he could actually make them longer.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

[In the forest] Jason is sitting in his clearing, surrounded by demon bunny carcasses. He could've beaten Yrael with this body count. Pity he wasn't out there.

He leans against a rock, foot nudging his clothing further into the brush.
Fucking clothes.
Fucking bunnies.
And to emphasize he throws a rock at one. Not that it can dodge it.

My...he's in a fine mood today.
At least he still has his harmonica.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Adam and Alanna talk, post Alanna's return.]

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's out at the lake.

She finally finished the last of the mythology books. Hasn't found much of anything else to serve as warnings besides the tale of the sirens...though she does wonder if the legend of the selkie has any bearing on her situation. But that can wait at the moment, because she has a new problem to solve.

You see, Naraht got hungry but didn't want to go back to the Bar right away. A school of bass caught her attention...and she decided to see if she could catch one.

Well, she did. It was a bit of a challenge, but it was fun...and really appetite stimulating.

But now Naraht is sitting on the bank, an eight pound bass in one hand and one of her daggers in the other.

She is trying to figure out how one is to go about skinning and gutting a fish...and maybe cooking if her stomach can wait that long.

First Post: Henry McCoy, the Beast

[inquisitivehero]

OOM: Pre-Milliways


Hank bounds into the room feet first with the grace and precision only a nearly 600 lbs. cat-like mutant can manage, landing in a crouch with one claw on the ground. He quickly rises to his feet. His eyes widen in surprise as he watches the room, seemingly trying to see it all, and everyone, at the same time.

With an absentmindedly look, his fingers press over a large device in his hands then places it in a pouch on his belt.

Drawing aside from the door to a nearby table he looks around the room, eagerly taking in everything. His eyes glow in interest as he sees the bar and how people react to it. He then catches sight of the observation window. His eyes widen and a smile comes to his face. It is the smile of a child who has fouind a new toy.

"Oh my stars and garters! Breathtaking!"

He stretches like a cat, an almost seven foot tall, and almost 700 pound blue-cat- the shape of a man,a dn then casts his gaze around, his mind racing in amazement.

(no subject)

[fired--up.livejournal.com]

"Baby, would I lie to you about that-" The front door swung open to reveal the confident posture of one Mr. Johnny Storm, a cell phone pressed against his ear. He did a double take at first the loss of signal and then the realization of where he was. "Kick ass," he grinned, pocketing the phone. He'd call her back later, if he could remember her name.

"Hello again, you beautiful, beautiful thing," he greeted of Bar after approaching and splaying his palms across her surface with a wide, toothy grin.

(no subject)

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

Chase is relaxing in a booth with a soda and sandwich.

He may or may not be re-reading "Angels in America."

Distract at will.

(no subject)

[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris is outside by the lake.

She was actually in the lake earlier. She stuck closer to the shore thanks to the shark. She hadn't heard of anyone being attacked but she didn't want to be the first.

Now she was sitting on the grass, in the sun, just watching people.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

It's time to go. And so Michael - not blue anymore, of course - Maria and Faith head for the door. Maria opens it, and they step out into the parking lot at West Roswell High.

The door closes behind them.

(no subject)

[ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com]

Ulfin comes down the stairs and immediately notices Morgan's agitation. Concerned, he hurries to her side.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam's still in the bar. He still has a little bit of that far away look in his eyes, but he's back. For the most part.*

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a far less battered Vampire Executioner in the bar.

She's still bruised but they are fading and she doesn't look nearly as bad as she did before.

She's got a book, "Kushiel's Dart", a lunch of a rueben and soda, and a booth.

Come poke her with a stick..or finger..finger works.

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting on the floor by the fire again, idly flipping through his textbook.

He's been doing this for a while. After a moment, however, he realizes he hasn't checked the door in a couple days. Having lost interest in the book a long time ago, he closes it and gets up, and walks over to the door, fully expecting it to be locked.

However, the door knob turns. Behrooz opens the door very slightly, before abruptly closing it again and walking quickly to the bar.

The bar provides a glass of water, but he just rests his head in his hand and watches it for the moment.

(no subject)

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Heeeeere's Levi!

. . . maybe you're more interested in his pizza.

(no subject)

[femme-de-chat.livejournal.com]

"Ahhh....Another long burning day in the desert", Rick sighs quietly to himself; not unhappily mind you, just tired. He casually scans the bar for Jason. Nowhere in sight. He orders a stake, medium well, and a glass of bourbon, on the rocks. Then settles into a booth to relax.

Out of Milliways

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

( Early Winter 1992, Off Lamuella - Off to War )

( Bridge Yokohama, One Week Later - Reporting )

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven sits outside by the lake, meditating.


Feel free to come by and start a conversation.

(no subject)

[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

[DOOM: Late last night, Viktor Krum begins the first stage of his spell, and remembers.

Warnings for implied violence, blood, and probably-incorrect Russian.]

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse at the bar with water.
Come talk to him because the mun is speedy and now done packing.
He's had his shots.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOM: After the escape and the death]

Aeryn entered through the lakeside door. She was wearing a grey cloak and it was pulled down over her face. She approached the bar and scattered credits on it's surface.

"This is for the tab and some Jelifan Fire Paste."

She took the paste and went back the way she came. Her Prowler had already disappeared to wherever it went until she needed it. The body was still there, glaring at her accusingly. Mocking her with her own helplessness. She sprinkled the paste on it, took aim and fired.

The body of Jygar burned with a small but powerful flame. She watched it, her eyes hardening and already glazing over. She was willing herself to become numb. To never feel again. After a quarter of an arn, all that remained was a small pile of ashes.

Aeryn Sun re-entered the bar and ordered a bottle of whiskey. Ras'lak would make her too noticable. She sat in a secluded booth, hood drawn forward and arms inside her cloak. There was blood on her face. Every now and again a hand reached out from the cloak, red-coloured, with a steadily bleeding gash and brought the whiskey up to the darkened spot beneath the hood. Aeryn had returned to Milliways, but the price of escape had been too high.

[OOC: Tomorrow I will post a full load of OOM links in the Back Room, for those of you who missed it. I know she seems rather miserable, but please come and welcome her back! Will be here for ages.]

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's out by the lake, throwing things.



Specifically- trying to skip pebbles. See! Not as violent as it sounds.

(no subject)

[makes-it-rain.livejournal.com]

It hasn't really been two months since Maes Hughes was inna bar. No, really! It hasn't!

You just haven't seen him.

He's at a table just now, sipping at a glass of whiskey and watching the other patrons closely. He might be watching for anything suspicious--

--or he might be watching for someone to attack with photos of Elysia.

He's got plenty!

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

The House of Arch owl comes out of the painting of dogs playing poker with several letters in its talons.

One set of letters is a variation on a theme, and they are addressed to ( Faith, Yrael, Hunter, and Alanna. )

One letter is a addressed to ( Nymphadora Tonks-Wrangle. )

There is another letter addressed to ( Eddie. )

There is one last letter. It is addressed to ( River. )

Barmaid on Duty!

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"They also serve who only stand and wait." --John Milton.


Elaine, standing. Waiting. At the bar. To serve.

Have at.

OOM The Sixth, I think?

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

[OOM: Time seems to slow down when the hour is darkest. HBP Spoilers.]

[And a bonus OOM for Josie and Meg. XD]

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

This is a little something we like to call and entrance post. In fact, this is an entrance post for Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. Though, he'd actually only ever introduce himself that way if he was planning to remove your head, which means, you'd be immortal - for a little while anyway. And yes, he really is that good.

So, we give you - Connor MacLeod in a bar.

He might even have a drink.






and no, his mun hasn't had too much caffeine, what ever are you talking about?

(no subject)

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

OOM: Hermione leaves home.

(no subject)

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Squawrk! Sss..." Raptor Red, it appears, isn't happy to find herself in Milliways. She picks up the chunk of meat she dropped while squawking, glancing around warily. Scribble, meanwhile, just chrips and bounces at her mother's heels-she likes this place. Raptor Red just sighs as best she can with a mouthful of meat and stalks into the bar, deciding to make the best of things while she's here. The funny food-giving thing is here, after all.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg comes downstairs and into the bar proper, a small travel bag over her shoulder.

She sits herself down on a stool, and smiles in satisfaction as three cups of coffee appear in a neat row in front of her.

- hey, she's not going to be able to get good, reasonably priced coffee for a while; she may as well stock up.*

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

((OOM: In the crystal caves of Ilum, Atton has a slightly strange vision.))

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray hasn't been in sight for most of today (he's been sticking things to other things and cutting things up before sticking them together, and you may take that however you like). He's had it about up to here with that for the day, though, so he's in the bar now.

Did you know that if you just ask the Bar for 'food', and you're geekish enough, she gives you this brownish stuff on a plate? It's not recognizable visually and it doesn't smell like anything particularly memorable, but it tastes ... um... not very recognizable either. It's just food.

He's got some. Yay him.

Ms. Raines goes bye-bye

[audieraines.livejournal.com]

Audrey's been in the bar. All day. Looking occasionally at the wall-that-was-a-door.

Sometimes she doesn't think she'll ever get out of this place.

But then, it's surprising how life turns up little surprises.

[ locked to James Heller, plz ]

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie's behind the Bar, in a t-shirt that says, Chicago Is. (The back says, My Kind Of Town.)

The specials are chalked up behind him, as usual:

Specials:
Grumpy Old Man
Leaning Tower
End of the Road

Eddie looks a little worn around the edges, but in good spirits. "What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace in a bar.

More specifically, she's working on the last chapter of the Book from Hell(tm). Soon, there shall be celebratory whooping when she finally finishes it.

Such an industrious Ace.

Save her?

(no subject)

[hippie-entrprnr.livejournal.com]

OoM: Michael, Maria and Faith visit Amy DeLuca. All goes well, then Michael goes on an errand for Amy...

The door opens from Roswell, New Mexico, and three people come in.

Only two of them are the ones who left: Maria and Faith. The third isn't Michael, but Amy DeLuca.

All three are pale, with a varying mixture of anger, shock and grief.

Letters

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

[OOM: Ron gets Faith's letter. Millitimed to before the previous OOMs. HBP spoilers]

(no subject)

[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

He's left Triumph sleeping upstairs, and is downstairs.

At the piano.

With a half eaten sandwich on top.

Bar has taken to refusing his Vicodin until he eats, instead of giving it to him *with* dinner.

He's not happy about that.

He has to finish the sandwich befor ehe can get the pill. He's really not happy about that.

Have at.

(no subject)

[alas_alas]

Echo bounces into the bar, humming and smiling to herself.

There's a reason she's in such a good mood.

She slips into her old booth and starts drawing people around the bar, still humming to herself.

(no subject)

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

On their way out, a young man who is Max Evans, no matter how much he doesn't look like it unless you're looking for bookcanon Max, leans over and places a piece of paper on Bar's surface.

"Make sure she gets it," he whispers.

( To Moiraine Sedai )

(no subject)

[roswell_grey]

There is no sound, nor flash of light as Thor enters the bar, since he is coming in from the stairs. He walks to the bar, sits on a stool - amazing how the short little guy just seems to get up onto the stool - and orders a bit of dinner.

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

Neil was feeling a bit pensive as he made his way into the bar tonight.

Though, he imagined he had good reason for feeling this way, a lot had happened over the past two days, finding Todd then Mr. Keating and Charlie.

He couldn't quite help replaying Todd's words over and over in his mind. The thought that they were finally free. It was hard to ignore the light in his friend's eyes when he'd said that and all Neil wanted to do was feel the same enthusiasm but the truth was he couldn't quite dispell the dark specter of having to go back...of having to face the demons he'd left behind.

He had to talk to his father or he'd never truly be free.

Exhaling a soft breath the youngster scooted into the booth he'd loosely claimed for himself since the first night he'd been there. Quietly he asked the bar for some lemonade and a grilled cheese sandwich, it still amazed him when these items came to his request and he smiled as he laid out the book of poetry in front of him and began to eat.

Mr. Keating had laid down a challenge in claiming that he was going to show them what it meant to be a Dead Poet and Neil wanted to be able to stand upon the desk and maybe give Keating some pleasant surprises.

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[pie-at-lakeisle.livejournal.com]

There's a Krispy Kreme on Bardstown Road in the Gardiner Lane Shopping Center.

Too bad that when Frankie Dunn opens the door to this Krispy Kreme, it leads him to Milliways.

Frankie just rolls his eyes. A man wants a donut, he winds up at the bar at the end of the universe without any say in it. That's about how life goes, isn't it.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is sprawled in a chair by the fire.

He watches the flames, appearing fixated.

Occasionally he fidgets, not quite restlessly.

Come distract him, if you like.

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[sullen-seeker.livejournal.com]

Viktor enters, from the lake door.

He's staggering, and not just a little; he walks as though his feet have never known solid Earth before.

One arm of his black jacket is slick to his arm, wet.

He tries to find a place to sit, or, barring that, collapse.

Bran talks to Gwion about Ako and Owen Davies

[theravenboy]

There is always faint music when Bran Davies comes to Milliways. You can hear it now, high and strange, as Bran enters the bar, harp in his arms.

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[terri-pryde.livejournal.com]

[OOM: ...We're nowhere near a mother and child reuinion. Or: Phone Fun!]

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[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, feeding crumbs to a pair of squirrels. She'd in a fairly good mood, but she'd love some company that talks back.

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[flybywash]

Wash. Booth.

Very nice (unopened) bottle of rum and assortment of spices.

Milkshake, newspaper, French toast.

Insert verbs as necessary and have at.

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[95-tan.livejournal.com]

Well, wouldja look at that? It's an OS. In the bar.

She looks friendly and cheerful, and full of RAM.

Don't you want to say hi?
Especially if you're another AI who might be susceptible to viruses...

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[chelleuncurled]

Michelle is sitting at a table. She's reading the NY Times. She also has a chicken salad wrap. Feel free to bother her.

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[aj_crawley]

It's possibly the quickest fly-by visit the establishment as a whole has ever seen. The door swings open, and in comes one very windswept Crowley, striding hurriedly towards the Bar. He has a box under his arm, which gets perched on the surface of the Bar as he begins to unload ( its contents )

.

A few muttered instructions to Bar, and the motley assortment of items vanishes. He gives her a grateful pat, the box goes back under his arm, and as quickly as he appeared, he's gone.

Duty calls, and all that.

Heigh ho.

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[sai_delgado]

Susan comes out of the staff hallway and goes to the bar for an evening cup of hot chocolate.

In addition, she receives a surprise, and after a moment's utter startlement, she beams.

When she curls up on the couch, she's wearing a bright blue scarf that almost seems to float on the air. A white straw fedora is lying on a table nearby, under her care... for now.

Susan looks delighted with the state of the world, say true.

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[prydeful]

Someone looks more grumpy than is usual for her as she enters.

Someone also kicks the door shut a bit harder than necessary.

And someone also is scowling at her coffee.

Conveniently, it's all the same someone. That being Kitty.

Who knew?

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[silver_flecks]

Del is a Good Mummy.

That is why she took Derry ot the Mousey Kingdom Place.

She just forgot they had to leave.

But that's okay. Because Derry has had Fun For Many Lifetimes.

Del is a Good Mummy.

And also had ice cream in the shape of a mousey head.

Life is good.

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[not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com]

Bonnie came downstairs and she was grinning. This was a new and unique situation for Bonnie anymore, but damn it, she was happy. She was actually, for once, happy.

"I want a chocolate milkshake, Bar," she said, "and a huge cookie."

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[humanityscholar.livejournal.com]

There's an alien curled up on a couch, staring at the floor like he's never seen one before. And pointedly not looking anywhere near the observation window.

Do bother him. He's a bit lonely.

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[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain asked the bar for something Indian. Hey, it was good last time.

This is why he's at a table with a plate of samosas and a mango lassi.

And coffee, because he's predictable.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim.

Inna the bar. Ha! Can't get mad. I used "Inna the bar" not "Inna bar."

He looks talkative.

And his sign is up.

"NEW HERE? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? ASK ME, I PROBABLY HAVE ANSWERS."*

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[capt_angie]

*Angelina is leaning on the bar, idly stiring a Firewhiskey and coke with a straw. One may get the impression that theres something on her mind. Probably something in the way her shoulders are slouched forward and she's staring absently at a spot on the bar. She could really do with a distraction.*

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[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Sunny and Dora talk about Roland.]

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[kidzoom.livejournal.com]

Thad in the bar.

He does not have a sign. That would be ostentatious.

If he did have a sign, it would read "EVIL CLONE FOR HIRE. SUPER SPEEDSTER WITH 31ST CENTURY TECHNOLOGY ON HAND. WORKS FOR CHEAP ANDD/OR THE FUN OF BEING EVIL."

But he does not have that sign. Poor Thad.

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[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Mouse is not dealing with his problems very well.

Whitetext, death, and angst. Set after he gets back from Eagle Rock.]

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[the-eternal-man.livejournal.com]

Belgarath in the bar, obstensibly reading a scroll but really just keeping an eye out. There's someone he's watching for but anyone's welcome to talk to him in the meantime. He's a sociable man.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Pre-Milliways]
Guppy is in a booth, looking significantly more awake than he has done in a while. He is reading a large but thin book, which sometimes he turns upside down to look at differently. Occasionally he stops to wind up a clockwork mouse, which the kitten is playing with on the floor.

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[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

Vampire Executioner at the bar. Chomping on candy, reading James Herriot.

She looks bored, and still sorta bruised.

Come liven her night up.

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[blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com]

Pretty-if-scarred pilot, sprawled across a couch. 'S a position he's quite used to, these days. This time, he's not drunk!

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[ohcapnmycapn.livejournal.com]

Keating...
...inna booth.
More like onna table...
...reciting poetry.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may, go marry;
For having lost just once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

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[agentlemantrue.livejournal.com]

OOM: Charles in the greenhouse.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. She looks perhaps a bit haggard, but as if she's trying to make herself look presentable. Her hair is done up, but she's not as well-dressed as she was last night. She's in her usual attire, and sitting at a table with a notebook, pen, and perhaps half a ream of paper. She proably could use some conversation.

Out of Milliways

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

( Spring 1992, Middle of Nowhere - Earth Destroyed, For the Last Time [Hopefully] )

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew comes trotting downstairs carrying a small tote bag and a handwritten letter, which he tacks up on the bulletin board.*

( The Letter )

*He settles at a table with a drink, and checks his watch. Soon.*

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[t3h-kyp.livejournal.com]

"--Miko?"

Kyp Durron stops as he enters the bar and looks round. He rather expected this door to lead to the pilots' lounge on Calrissian's station at Dubrillion. And he knows Lando likes the extravagant, but this is a bit extreme.

"Miko, did you put something in my caf? You put something in my caf, didn't you?"

Nope, doesn't appear to be anything to do with his apprentice, judging from the non-answer. Kyp continues to look round carefully, hand on the lightsaber at his belt -- then his eyes widen.

It's been about ten years, but-- "This is Milliways..."

Look! Older Kyp! Why? Because the mun can.
And also likes writing NJO!Kyp better, and also wants to bring Kyp up to TJK era eventually. :O

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[inquisitivehero]

OOM: Time passes

Hank McCoy re-enters Milliways, his face curving in a cat-grin as he surveys the place and patting his Rather Odd Looking Laptop at his side he walks to a table and settles down. He is beginning to get used to this place. Or so he thinks. He hails a waitrat and orders a rootbeer before settling down to peck at his R.O.L.L. with the claw picks and watch the room.

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[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah trudged into the bar, looking as if she'd just lost a fight with a garden sprinkler. Dripping wet and covered in grass stains. She blinked twice as she swept her hair back from her face. Then she smiled.

It wasn't home, but it was probably better than. She swung herself into a seat at the bar, "Grilled cheese sandwich and a rootbeer float please Bar." The plate and glass were delivered with a fluffy towel. She laughed softly, wringing herself out and surveying the bar.

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[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

OOM: The end in near.

Raven enters the bar, looking a little bewildered and lost. She's been gone for a while...

Hugging herself she crossed from the doorway to a booth, sitting down.


She looks like she could use someone to talk to.

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[excessive-speed.livejournal.com]

There is a speedster girl in the bar.

She hasn't been in much lately, but she's been a bit distracted by matters at her home. However! She's in now, and more than slightly bored. She's trying to distract herself from boredom by reading something on a datapad, but she could definately use some help with entertainment.

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[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Anoia blinked as she entered the bar. Here she was again. Her brow furrowed as she gnawed on the corkscrew in her hand. She was wearing a simple green apron today, it said: "First save the world, then you can watch cartoons"

As usual, she wasn't sure how she'd gotten here, but it didn't much matter, her pockets were full of spoons and ladles and spatulas to give away, now all she had to do was find someone who needed one.

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[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Gimli comes in from outside, wiping grimy hands on a moderately clean shirt-front (ah, aprons are wondrous things for protecting clothing), and heads to the Bar. There he receives quill, ink, and two sheets of paper. After some thought he inscribes a few words in English on each, though the lettering is in the painfully angular handwriting of someone who just cannot get around the terrible feeling that he really ought to be using runes instead.

( Master Sabin Rene Figaro )

( Captain Malcolm Reynolds )

Both are signed 'Gimli, son of Glóin', first in English and then in proper runes. As soon as the ink dries he tacks them to the board and returns to the Bar for beer and supper.

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[gonna_live]

[OOC: After their run-in with Puck, Simon and Kaylee have a long-overdue talk on Serenity.]

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[gonna_live]

Looking a little nervous, Kaylee enters.

Puck isn't anywhere in sight. So far, so good -- and Wash is still over there in the corner, and Eddie's behind the bar, and Alain and Lilly are over there together talking, and there's Meg.

Kaylee relaxes, and goes to the bar, where something appears.

Kaylee beams, and runs a hand over the scarf...and promptly puts it on.

Then she snags a paperback from the bar -- the Pelican Shakespeare edition of A Midsummer Night's Dream. And then she gets a dictionary.

Also, coffee. Elizabethan syntax requires caffeine, and lots of it.