milliways_bar | Aug. 26th, 2005

Aug. 26th, 2005

ulfricrichard.livejournal.com

Richard is sitting at a table and watching the universe end. Again. He's been there for a little while. There's a cup of tea beside him but he seems pretty much unaware of it. Come poke the werewolf. He doesn't bite.

badinlatin

((OOM: The crew of Serenity on Shadow and the Reynolds Ranch. Includes Mal!woe and theftplot beginnings.))

flybywash

[OOM: While on Shadow, Zoe and Wash discuss some things that were brought up prior to the Academy. Like, say. Serenity eventually gaining a tenth crewmember things. :D]

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Thea in the bar, in a booth, with a dusty old magic book. She keeps glancing up and sighing. Then she spends minutes at a time staring into space. She is most assuredly not thinking of anything Bulgarian, so feel free to come talk to her, she doesn't bite. Really!

[OOC: Here for about an hour or so!]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is once again reading in a booth. At least the pile of books has diminished drastically - she's not quite so likely to be buried alive now. Or rather, she'd be able to dig herself out.

Feel free to bother the X5. She looks like she needs to be distracted.

notsoharmless.livejournal.com

Now Random Dent is sitting in the corner of the bar, alone.

With a harp in her hands.

Playing it, quietly - a ballad of some kind. She plays it well - she practices far too often.

blue_ajah

[OOM: All things must come to an end in time, and so on his seventh and last visit to Milliways after dying, Joe Manco - also the Man With No Name - has a conversation with and answers some questions for Moiraine, in the Dreaming.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is in the bar on a couch. He is reading -- rather intently -- a huge, red, leatherbound book. The gold writing on the spine says The Lord of the Rings. He's being careful with it, because Random gave it to him. But he's not used to books, so it's hard. He keeps trying to poke at the pages as if doing so could effect their contents.

If you want to talk to him, you'll probably have to tickle him.

Current Mood: impressed

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

After this man walks in to the bar, coming from the lake.

One might hesitate to say it's Random, because Random's posture is never that rigid. Nor are his eyes narrow, and darting about. Nor does he look like he's expecting things to jump him from the shadows. And he's hardly in the habit of carrying knives in his hand.

But, adrenaline still rushing through his body, every instinct (honed by nine thousand years of near constant danger) firing, he settles onto a bar stool and orders himself a scotch.

Because, hell, he needs it.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

A white robe wizard in the bar...

Magius arrives from his room upstairs and orders breakfast from the Bar. Humara sways slightly, floating near him.

"Eggs, over, bacon, ham, potatoes, fried, breakfastcakes with syrup and water, cold."

After the meal appears piled high on a large platter, he carries it to a table and settles down to eat. He hasn't eaten in two days so he is very hungry. While eating he watches the Bar, one hand occasionally going out to touch Humara, which settles down to lean against the booth next to him. He doesn't really notice that he is floating ever so slightly above the seat of the chair.

He probably wouldn't mind being bothered.

Current Mood: content

gone_byebye

Breakfast this morning for the friendly neighborhood geek (it says so on his T-shirt- no, really, it's navy blue and says 'geek', and that's it) consists of oatmeal today and orange juice. The bar wouldn't give him caffeine.

Feh.

Ray is making up for this lack of proper morning stimulant by reading a fairly large volume on the training of gun dogs, occasionally taking notes in a spiral-bound notebook. Someone who glanced at the book might well notice that the alphabet he's using, if you can call it that, does not appear to be any of the ones that were in common use any time after... oh, let's be generous and say the laying of the foundations of the city of Rome. At best.

slayer_fray

Wet purple hair held back from her face with a three bladed knife stabbed through a twisted bun, Mel is sitting at a table near the middle of the bar, feet crossed at the ankles, and the lower heel sitting on the tabel in front of her.

An empty plate of breakfast rests next to her boots, and she's idly tossing her Security badge up and catching it with one hand.

The girl looks bored. Or possibly she's got a lot to not think about.

clowdyah.livejournal.com

In usual circumstances, such as the ones that do not involve her being dead, Claudia would have been wolfing down a tasty Mexican treat with orange juice and a smile. Alas, these are not usual circumstances. Claudia does not have anything tasty, Mexican, or edible with her. She just has a full glass of orange juice. She is sitting at the bar looking quite the antithesis of someone who's having a good day.

mogget_cat

*There is a not'cat in the bar, looking over a piece of music. The ink looks fresh. He's making minor alterations to it and humming something tragic-sounding under his breath.*

(ooc: Mun is here for and hour and a half before classes.)

msmartha.livejournal.com

*Martha sits in the corner, sorting a pile of flowers she'd picked from nearby the lake.*

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Down the stairs comes a hoverchair. Said hoverchair is bearing a mermaid. The mermaid is practically glowing. There's a light in her eyes and a smile on her face that will call an answering smile out of any but the most depressed of people (or Wolverine with a hangover).

Yes, Naraht had a very good night last night, and she is feeling positively bouncy. Occasionally, she can be heard humming...which is quickly cut off when she realizes that she's doing it.

"Bar, I..."

A large plate of scrambled eggs and grilled trout with orange juice a very small Belgian waffle for dessert appears. Naraht laughs. "Yes, Mother. I'll try to eat healthier."

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

If you happened to glance up at the lake door as it opened, you might notice the dandy walk in.
He might just be limping slightly, and he is almost certainly scowling.

If you missed his entrance, he can be found at a distant booth with a glass of brandy.
He is definitely favoring one hand, and by favoring we mean laying on his leg, not moving.

He doesn't look quite as smug as he usually does. In fact he just looks downright infuriated.
As if he might lash out at anybody who comes too close. Why not find out what happened?

[ooc: After this last night, Parnasse has a few broken bones and a lot of anger. He will refuse healing from almost anyone, but if your pup is the type to notice, feel free to approach. Just be warned, he is not pleasant.]

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli hasn't been in the Bar sine he tacked up the notice for Sabin Rene Figaro and Captain Reynolds that their commissions were done, but he's there now, with breakfast. One cannot eat in one's master's kitchens all the time.

a-fell.livejournal.com

[ooc: Postcard for Nymphadora Tonks]

son-of-all.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, in the greenish shadows under a spreading tree, is one Greenskin, dark-haired and dark-eyed. At the moment, Atreyu is polishing the wood of his finished bow with a flat and rough rock, smoothing all the edges. Around his upper arms circle the Cheysuli armbands given to him by Cynric, still blank, but gleaming gold.

Also around the tree is looped the long white form of one slightly dejected luckdragon, fast asleep.

locks_it_up

There's a girl drinking a White Russian at the end of the bar.

Yes, she knows you.

((OOC: OMG, I HAVE DIALUP, PEOPLE. DROWNING. REPLIES SLOW. I LOVE YOU ALL. *flail!*))

lvpd_sidle

Sara's in the bar. Her good mood from yesterday is nowhere to be seen. You can blame her brother for that development.

Feel free to cheer her up.

wolfskincoat.livejournal.com

They're heavy boots, steel capped, but heeled nevertheless. Black leather pants which would never come off the rack in that size. Low cut pink top. Pigskin handbag. And of course a gray fur coat.

Red is back in the bar. She's had a lot to think about since her encounter with

(a brazen little crook)

Goldilocks yesterday, but right now, she wants a drink. So she heads towards the Bar.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Letter to Bernard Wrangle]

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Letter to Bernard Wrangle]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius remembers something and turns from a conversations to go to the Bar. He takes out a bag that bulges quite largely and jingles from the sound of Lots of coins and places it on the Bar.

"I hope this will cover my future tab. somehow know I will be here quite some time."

Then he goes back upwards to his room..

Current Mood: jubilant

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

There is a pensive-looking Castle relaxing in a booth, listening to some quiet music and reading what appears to be "Coyote on a Fence." Given the length of said play, he should be a lot closer to being done with it than he actually is.

Bother at will.

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

And because mun has nothing else to do but finish up summer homework, Chase is at a table with Angela. He's intermittently munching an apple; she has applesauce. He would appear to be reading aloud a book about cows with typewriters. Or something.

Have at.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, eating lunch at a table.

Security badge, once again, is plainly visible.

Also she has a sword strapped to her waist.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Nymphadora Tonks]

guppy_sandhu

It's torrential rain in Holby. Guppy comes into the bar, wringing his hair out just outside the door, and decides to shelter for a bit in the warmth.

"Hot chocolate and a banana please Bar." he says, trying not to drip on her varnish before settling down on the floor next to the fire to dry off.

[ooc: ~~mun has just popped down to the shops. Back in half an hour or so.~~ Back now]

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Lenny's been around; he just hasn't been available to speak to. He's been ordering his meals then heading up to his room. He really enjoyed walking his bike around the lake his third day here, so he went out and rode for a few hours the other day.

But today, he's ready to meet some more new people.

antarianmax.livejournal.com

Max?

Yeah, he's here.

He's getting over all the worry.

[His mun will not be here long before needing to go to an emergency doc's appointment, but will be back again rather soon. Only tag if slowtime is cool.]

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie comes into the bar smiling, and looks around to see who's there.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Still somewhat bruised and battered - and not just physically - Michael comes in from the staff quarters and sits at one end of the Bar.

He doesn't especially want company, but come and bother him anyway.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

The lake.

A mermaid.

A book on fish identification.

Yes, the mun's too distracted to write anything more creative.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo, by the fireplace, with his guitar.

undignified

Look! The mun gave in and bought him a paid account. Yes, purely because it would be a felony to not have a "yub yub" icon. A FELONY.

She wonders how meta it is to use these icons, given their maker.

BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT. The important thing is, Wes is in the bar. (Again.)

Kettch is also in the bar, sitting opposite Wes in his booth. The pilot's pretending to play sabacc with him. Why? Because it amuses him.

He's easily amused.

Come ask him why he's playing with his stuffed Ewok anyway!

(No, that's not a euphemism either. YOU DIRTY-MINDED PEOPLE.)

silver-dante.livejournal.com

Dante in the bar.

Bored.

Feel free to poke or something.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

*Hey, look over there! In the corner, trying to be inconspicuous! Oh, okay, maybe not trying all that hard. If he really wanted to be inconspicuous, you'd trip over him without seeing him.

He's unwashed, rumpled and drinking double Bushmills. Never a good sign.

In any event, heeeeeeeeeeeeere's Johnny!*

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val is at the bar, eating lunch. In fact, if one were really to look at her lunch, she has a nerf burger, a bottle of butterbeer, fries with Tabasco sauce, and an odd green wiggly pudding that smells strangely of citrus. Strange girl. Her T-shirt is bright green, declaring 'Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them.' She's reading while munching. Feel free to harass.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

OOM: Magius's Afternoon

Current Mood: bouncy

inquisitivehero

Beast in the Bar...

After a few crises and a long mission with the X-men, an a longer rest, Hank walks into Milliways with a smile on his face. He orders a large pitcher of Diet Coke and then retires to a table with his R.O.L.L. and several books. He begins to read while tapping notes into the R.O.L.L. with one hand.

Current Mood: content

alwaysroomforhope

There's a Robin in the rafters, flipping and jumping and performing all sorts of ridiculously acrobatic feats, over and over and over again. Practice makes perfect. Thus, there's a sweaty, dishevelled, but happy Robin, in the rafters.

thedisenchanter.livejournal.com

Jill enters the bar through the entrance to the House of Arch. She heads up to the bar, orders some tea and heads to a lonely booth in the corner. Come...keep her occupied...lord knows she's been through a lot.

http://users.livejournal.com/_driscoll/

Erin is in the bar.

She looks...satisfied.

[ ooc: mun has about an hour and a half left on work computer; afterwards she will be gone for about two or three hours. she will return, though! ...and apparently this will be Erin's last post inna bar! speak now or forever hold your peace! ]

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Animator in the bar.

She's sitting in a booth, a book infront of her, and a lap top infront of that.

Brooding as usual she just stares at the window that shows the end of the universe and thinks.

Distract her if you want.

scienceliz.livejournal.com

Liz is sitting at the bar counter, staring at her journal. She wants to write, but for one of the first times, words don't come as easily as she expects them to.

Maybe it's the doubt she still has on staying here. Or the fear she felt when they went to rescue Michael. She sighs, and reaches for her cherry cola to take another sip, poising her pen to write...something.

[ooc: the mun's only hear for about 40 minutes before leaving for a couple hours. but she's bored out of her mind, and wouldn't mind tags, if you don't mind slowtime.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in a bar. She got in late last night, and is now cheerfully plowing her way through a plate of waffles.

She has a knapsack.

No paper paper airplanes though. Wonder what happened to them?

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

((OOM: Atton gets a smuggling job.))

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

There is one hani in the bar, reading National Geographic translated into chaura and drinking a white russian. Her whole posture, from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes, is relaxed and content.

Chur is just really, really glad to be back. She hasn't even thought of trying the door yet.

Current Mood: content

paper-agent.livejournal.com

Yomiko has been keeping to herself, and eating in her room. This happens from time to time. But she's ventured downstairs this evening, and is eating dinner.

The bar has provided her with a huge bowl of chips and three different kinds of salsa, as well as a pile of tacos and enchiladas. Yomiko isn't sure how she's going to eat it all, but is going to try her best.

Especially since the Bar didn't give her a book. Mean bar. Just because she's been keeping about 50 books in her room, there is no reason to be stingy.

Current Mood: mildly annoyed

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd's in the bar, with a notebook, and sitting by the fireplace today. He's reading Yeats again, though the bar gave him some Robert Frost and Byron, interestingly enough, to go with it as well.

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.

From the "The Hosting of the Sidhe" by W.B. Yeats

(ooc: note, responses may be slow due to the mun's getting stuff together for going back to school next week, hence the icon)

k_in_black

There's an especially annoyed Man in Black in the bar.

K strides from the Front Door straight to a booth, not missing a step as he calls out, "Bar, a bourbon and anything you have on Remelian heavy construction methods and materials specifications, please."

By the time he slides into the booth, a glass and two imposing manuals appear on the table with a slight *bamph*.

"Thank you, darlin'"

Next to these K puts down a PDA for note-taking and an odd device that, with a flick of the switch, creates a small hologram of New York's Guggenheim Museum. Except this one seems to have been screwed halfway into the ground.

K barely has the first manual open before he starts grumbling about "goddamn Remelian practical jokes."

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting in the bar with a notebook and a cookbook, and a few other things.

She just might be Up to Something.

She won't tell you, though.

But she'd be glad to talk to you. She's a happy woman.

sai_delgado

Susan is at the bar, with a spicy chicken quesadilla -- vaquero food, but familiar for all of that -- and the ubiquitous mug of hot chocolate.

Her hair is unbraided, but has been tied back with a leather thong. Rather hastily, it would appear, as though she'd had need to get it out of her way quickly.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Enter the ~~Horta~~Mermaid-mobile.

Yes, Ray has again proved himself a master engineer and converted Naraht's stair-climber into something Narah can travel in and keep hydrated at the same time. She enters the Bar carrying a cooler full of fresh fish. If she looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream this morning, now that cat has a shiny, new toy to play with.

She might want to talk with someone from the kitchen as she gives Bar her catch, but she's got her eye out for one person in particular. A certain psychic with the most remarkable hands.

sullen-seeker.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: This is the why.]

There is only tension about Viktor Krum as he comes downstairs, for the last time.

He's wearing his Quidditch robes and carrying his broom; if someone were to compare the young man standing here now to the one that wandered in out of the snow, almost a year ago, they would see only small, but significant, differences. A line on his brow, from frowning; hair a little longer; chin stubble allowed to gain some ground.

Viktor stares at the door for a long while. But it is not time just yet.

There are one or two things he needs to do first.

cywyllog

Cywyllog sits out by the lake, lost in her thoughts.

She'd probably appreciate a distraction.

no_justice

There's a skeleton at the end of the bar, staring at a White Russian.

NO, I DON'T WANT ONE. STOP GIVING ME THESE THINGS.

It is replaced by a glass of brandy. With an umbrella in it.

THANK YOU.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: A few days ago, Tony almost had a panic attack, and Michelle almost broke down with him. ]

theravenboy

Bran Davies has come to Milliways, golden harp and all.

futures_of_ash

Rachel in a bar with a bandaged hand and a worried, preoccupied aire. Sipping juice and trying not to spazz anyone out this evening. Basically, there's a telepathic superhero trying to be inconspicious...

abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com

Peter in the bar, sitting at a booth, surrounded by papers. Nothing new here, right? Except for the fact he's not even paying attention to the papers. Now -that's- new.

Obviously, there's something on his mind. Whatever it is must be big, if it's enough to distract him from politics...

[OOC: Mun is being dragged off for an hour, but will be back.]

blind-courage.livejournal.com

There was a blind girl perched on a stool at the bar. It was, by all accounts, rather late for her to be up, but her mun had determined that she was in need of stretching her proverbial legs, as it were. And so there she was, finishing a bit of cake and listening to the various snatches of conversation around her.

[OOC: This post is now locked for plot, please. Thanks.]

badinlatin

There is a plotting Captain of Serenity in the bar.

Fun Lilly-type plotting? No. Illegal Captain-type plotting?

...

Maybe?

in-it.livejournal.com

Woobie inna bar, at the bar, with a bottle of beer. Yeah, it was Heineken. He rather enjoyed being predictable, although he likely would have termed it "steadfast." We call it predictable when he's not listening, though.

He was not all the way to somber, but was definitely just past reflective and on his way to pensive. This, however, as you may very well know, did not at all mean he was adverse to company. Andrew did, as always, enjoy meeting new people or chatting up those he already knew. Any excuse to talk, really.

bloodyrockgod

It's a Charlie. He has a guitar. Whoo.

[ooc: mun is on painkillers. will try to stay coherent. whoo.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is sitting underneath a tree outside, ankles crossed, watching the lake.

No particular reason, really. It's just a thing she likes to do.

young_tmriddle

*Tom walks in from the House of Arch somewhat warily. He is much happier and more relaxed than last week, but still very tired and somewhat off.

He won't be here long. He doesn't like leaving Door for more than a few minutes at a time, but she and Ingress are having a special sisters' night at the moment.

He smiles as Bar offers him a scotch.*

la-calice.livejournal.com

It's been...well over a week since she's seen Himemiya, and Utena can no longer convince herself that her frequent trips downstairs, outside, and back upstairs are not simply running away from the inevitable.

She never would have run away before.

And so she is sitting, patiently, in the bar, with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies, waiting--but the familiar purple hair is nowhere in sight.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

There's a plate of curly fries on the bar, acompanied by a creased, dog-eared baby names book and a rather exasperated ex-demonslayer.

Come distract him. Please.

[ooc: mun needs to go to bed in an hour or so. Slowtime likely.]

the_seafarer

Caspian comes into the bar, holding an awkward bundle of wood under his arm, which when placed on the floor shifts into a rude cradle, which he rocks thoughtfully, studying it.

He has also brightened considerably. This is probably not because of the cradle.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's on the piano, playing something light and bouncy and cheerful.

The song is not actually called "I Just Got Laid" but it might as well be.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Judging from his expression as he walks in, one of Sheppard's usual bad expeditions went even worse this time around. He stalks up to the barwith a frown and sits down heavily, not even bothering to look around as he orders a beer and starts drinking. There's a large bandage wrapped around his right arm, just above the elbow. If the blood drying on it is any indication, it's still fairly fresh.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in a booth, feeding the kitten with a small bottle of formula milk. He has his sign on the table.

The doctor is in

Despite appearances, he's not that busy right now. Come and say hello.

oneman_onevote

Assassin in the bar, in an armchair. Sharpening knives, rather typically.

...Why no, he doesn't know Puck's been arrested yet.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah had quite clearly had too much to drink. She wasn't weaving, not yet, nor was she asleep on the bar, but she was giggling, sometimes at nothing in particular, and she was liable to hug anyone who got within range, just because.

It had been Caitlin's birthday all day, and they'd had a girls night out. Then they'd gone home, and Sarah had come to Milliways, still in her going out clothes which were quite spangly and showed off a bit more skin than was kosher, but she was having fun.

At the moment she was sitting at one of the small tables near the observation window with a basket of paradoxes, rainbow striped of course, and a glass of cherry lemonade, someone should come keep her out of trouble. Or get her into trouble, whichever.

forbiddensailor.livejournal.com

A miniature Sailor Soldier - out-of-uniform - pushes her way into the bar's main room.

Once inside, she closes the door behind her and gives it a knowing, and lingering glance. She only wears one bracelet today, on her left wrist.

Then she turns away... there's no turning back from this point. "I can only go forward."

Current Mood: content

unique-moments.livejournal.com

The mun shouldn't throw Sam inna bar, as it's suicide for her to be sitting at the computer with such a backache...but here she is nonetheless...A Samantha. At a booth, eating a cookie, and drinking a milkshake, reading The Lovely Bones again.

Come and chat.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina and Zekk aren't in the bar tonight. Instead, they're outside, running some lightsaber drills over by the lake. Jaina lunges foward, attempting to catch Zekk off guard, but the other Jedi paries her stroke, catching her purple blade in mid-stroke. Jaina chuckles, and flashes him a competitive smile before pulling away for a moment.

The lake scenery makes for a nice change from the training grounds on Ossus.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi Master, by the lake, practicing with lightsaber and training remotes. The stun-blasters and light blade make a pretty show of lights.

Come watch!

animation-inc.livejournal.com

She's in the bar again, curled up against the wall in a booth. A lap top in her lap and she seems to be idly typing on it.

Her face is still slightly messed up with bruises, and she's chewing on a pen.

A soda next to her, and a book next to that. She's more people watching than she is typing

Come say hi?

the_lioness

*Last night, Anthy asked Alanna if she watched the stars. This has absolutely nothing to do with why Alanna is currently leaning against a wall across from the observation window, watching the destruction with a puzzled look on her face and a large mug of coffee in one hand.*

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard ambles into the bar, grabs tequila, then ambles over to Crowley.

You might catch him if you need to, as he ambles.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius rises from the floor of the bar.

He slowly walks upstairs to don a new cloak and grab ghis staff and then walks back downstairs to the main room. When he arrives there, he is holding his staff close and approaches the Bar.

There, he orders a dinner consisting of steak and some potatoes and broccollis plant. He takes this and a glass of Kharolis red wine to a table and eats slowly, seeming to be deep in thought, shaken, but watching the room with a wondering and disturbed eye.

Current Mood: thoughtful

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is at the usual couch by the fire, with coffee.

His mun is only about half-done unpacking, but plans to take full advantage of being back on school's network, so replies may be slow, but will come.

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

A princess comes down and sits at a booth.
She is grumpy.
Come cheer her up.

just_the_doctor

The Doctor is sitting at the bar, sipping at a glass of Gallifreyan ale.

He's drumming his fingers on the surface and continually moving his eyes between the stairs and the front door.

He certainly looks as if he's waiting for something.

And, indeed, he is.

(ooc: plot-locked, please)

prettymaids

*Drusilla comes down the stairs wearing this dress and carrying Miss Edith. Dru walks across the room slowly, her body swaying gently as she walks to the bar. She sets her doll on the bar, takes a seat and orders a blood red apple. She picks it up and holds it in her hand, and regards it curiously.*

There was an old lady who swallowed a fly.
Don't know why she swallowed the fly.

P'raps she'll die...

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

Eddie came in from the lake door. He had spent some time alone, letting the algorithm Doctor Barstow had given him run. Some of his memories had become more easily accessed. He still didn't know of a few things.

His head vaguely ached, but as he settled himself at the bar, he knew that was the least of his worries.

"I would like some water, please," he said quietly, calmly.

The glass appeared before him. He nodded his thanks.

un_fallen

Raguel comes in, slowing as he glances around. Halfway through the bar he spots Bernard, who appears to be deep in conversation.

Well. No sense bothering him right now.

He finds a dark corner in the back and starts chain smoking.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

silver-dante.livejournal.com

Dante sits out at the lake, feeling out of place among all the bipedals in the bar.

capt_angie

*Take one bar at the end of the universe. Add one witch, several Firewhiskeys, some paradoxes and a host of bar regulars and mix well. WARNING: This may be a recipe for disaster.

In other words Angie is now at the bar, with aforementioned Firewhiskey and paradoxes.*

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Oh look a Thea in the bar. Mostly ~~because mun is terribly bored~~ to give people a chance to meet her before she goes evil on Sunday. She has her customary bottle of Evian and is humming something that sounds like 'Old Black magic'. There is a book filled with maps and information open in front of her.

awesome_lilly

[Lilly is Making Arrangements]

After said arrangements are made, Lilly comes in the door from the lake, looking pale but composed. Still, the drink she orders from bar definitely has some alcohol in it. Maybe even more than some.

[ooc: limited to people she knows for plot, say thankya!]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

OOM: The rescue party go to fetch Michael. And blow up a mountain.

Millitimed to Wednesday 24 October. Oblique torture references.

sullen-seeker.livejournal.com

And after this*, after Krum has made his plans and said his goodbyes, he steps forwards, towards the door.

He stands, staring at it, for a long time. And then he pulls back his sleeve.

His arm, to the bicep, is covered in harsh-looking tattoos; dark twisted lines that curl and dance about each other. They make a pattern that doesn't seem right, doesn't seem real - if one were to stare at them one might soon get the feeling that they were moving. In some ways it is less like ink that is attatched to his arm, and more like something that is alive. This is not at all pleasant to look at.

And with this arm he reaches out, and touches the door.

For a moment nothing happens; Viktor collects himself, breathing deeply. But when his eyes open he is filled with a firey determination.

He tells the door, "Open."

And though the word is just a simple one, the door shakes in its hinges. It creaks for a moment, the wood straining, and then it is still.

"Open!"

The shaking is greater now, the doorknob clattering and the heavy wood making angry noises, but it remains shut, even as Krum pushes his weight against the door. There is a smell of burning flesh.

And so he says it again, because he knows how stories go.

"OPEN."

And this time there is a terrible shuddering, so much so that a rumbling can be heard throughout the bar. But the rules in these cases are true, as they must be, and this is a third try. So while there is a great groaning of wood and a feeling that the bar itself is aligning against Krum; and while the marks on his arm burn red and smoke gently, like seared meat; and while even the lights flicker for a moment, in the end...

...the door opens.

It opens on something which burns bright white, something that doesn't look right at all. But Krum is pulled in before he even has a chance to react, and if at any point he happens to change his mind about this plan, he isn't able to do anything about it.

And once he's gone -

The door is shut.

[ooc: * Slowtimed at the moment]
[ooc the second: Feel free to have your character react to the shuddering/shouting/weirdness as appropriate. Just don't try to follow him out. ;)]