(no subject)

[arch-sariel.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and the backgrounds of the beaches of Italy are seen yet again.

This time, two step through, and one furls out a set of black-and-purple wings as they step in, arm in arm.

People of Milliways, the archangel Sariel and Jonathon Crane have returned.

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

There is a spot in the rafters, a most secluded one, where a man can sit, comfortably, and watch the room below, without chancing being seen, except by the most discerning of eyes. In that spot, for the last day or so, Magius has lurked. He has been watching and waiting, learning and observing. Now, in the wee hours of one world, he continues to watch, his eyes glowing silver, his hands gently resting on the rafters below. And then, on instinct, he drops to the Bar floor and, approaching the bar, settles on a stool.

"Bar, Ale, and steak and eggs, over easy, please."

The food appears and he nods his thanks as he digs in, eating and watching the bar.

first entrance: yet another superhero, whut.

[chilliking.livejournal.com]

The Door slams open and rebounds off the wall, looking to slam shut as fast as it opened. Its homeward journey is interrupted by a gauntleted hand, attached to a heavily muscled arm, attached to a rather confused shoulder, attached to Ollie Queen, who's pretty damn sure this isn't the dingy hallway he was aiming to charge down.

He props his crossbow against his leg and scratches his beard, thoughtfully. Connor was saying something about this ...

Well, what the hell, a bar's a bar. It's not like Ollie isn't used to strange and mysterious happenings, and at least nobody looks likely to kill him here. He heads in.

OOM:

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Goliath, Part 1. Michael and Kitt are on their second case (season premiere of KR season two) and find out just what kind of year this is going to be.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

The Ordinary Princess is out by the lake, lying on her stomach, feet in the air, chin propped on one hand, reading a book. There's a somewhat wilted daisy chain in her hair. Peter Aurelious is flying in and out, bringing her interesting bits of leaves and such, which she is accepting, and piling up beside her.

Say hello?

[ooc: slowtime and delays quite possible, but chatting quite welcome]

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April had started out the morning sitting at the bar. That lasted about five minutes, then she moved to a booth. A few minutes later, a table. She was currently back at the bar, her cheek pressed against its top, eyes wide but not seeing much. She thought it quite possible that she might run mad.

You see, her Joy (Her love, her light, her baby, her Mikey) jumped through a portal into Hell yesterday.

She didn't even get to say goodbye.

Notes left by Mel

[slayer_fray]

(For Lilly)

(For Mal)

(For Ace)

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog again sits in a booth. She has her papers, pen and ink again and it looks like she's been here for some time, as many of the papers have random nonsense written on them. In Latin.

It also appears that she's discovered pencils, and has decided to take up drawing. Come tell her how bad she is at it.

(no subject)

[just_the_doctor]

Something wicked through the back door comes. Or maybe it's just the Doctor.

He walks in from the TARDIS, takes a seat at the bar and orders some breakfast -- scrambled eggs, toast, and OJ. It's quite a bit of an indulgence for him, having this kind of food on demand.

Careful you don't get too soft there, Doctor.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Jaina's downstairs, sitting in a booth and sipping at a cup of caf. She's been there for a while, having slipped out of the room before Jag had woken up for the second day in a row. Ever since that conversation they had Wednesday night, on subjects Jaina can't help but still dwell on.

She flips through the Aurebesh-English primer she brought down with her, waiting for Zekk to show up to continue their lessons.

She wouldn't mind company, though. Might be a nice change from having her mind wander to things she'd rather forget.

Millitimed to September 01

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Arthion uses his magic to bind the spell holding Isabel.]


[OOM: Then Max and Michael tap Isabel's power to shatter her perfect illusion of life.]

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara is scrapbooking again. And singing under her breath.

We are more than this world's got to offer.
We are more than this world's got to offer.
We are more than the wars of our fathers...

(no subject)

[kayip.livejournal.com]

[OOM: H is for Hain. Warning for violence.]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There's a wary Ghostbuster stopping through the bar, still embarassed about last night. So he does a brief cursory glance around the place before heading out back to work on his training and meditation.

Hmmm... a bit chilled, and overcast, but not bad. He finds a patch of grass to sit out hear the woods, and starts on meditating again.

That odd bluish-white glow of PKE is back around him. Curiouser and curioser.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is in the bar. She looks sad, weak, and tired. Her clothing consists of pants and a shirt she'd borrowed from Faith since she doesn't have clothing at the bar. But she can't go home right now. She has food but it's untouched. She has a notebook in front of her and is writing something with a pink pen. As she writes she frowns hard at the paper. If someone happens to see it they'll see this:

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank enters with a package the size of a small piano, carefully maneuvering it in the Door by inches. Once inside he heads towards the side of the Bar and sets the package down.

He pulls out a small circular device and presses something on it, and an entire area of the bar ripples and changes. Three booths now are visibly stacked with medical equipment of all shapes and sizes. He opens the package and lays out a few more items in the area, arranging them with labels and instructions and then stands back and nods. Stepping back further he pushes the device again and the area ripples once more, now showing three empty booths. He steps forward, running a hand across the empty seats and smiles.

"Very good technology. Excellent!"

Then he picks up the now TV sized package and heads over to the Bar, setting it down on one side.

"Bar, a plate of steak, rare, with potatoes. And a tall pale ale, please."

The food and drink appear and he digs in.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is sitting in a booth feeding the little black kitten. Scampi starts solids today, so he's mushed some fairly unappetising looking kitten food into some formula milk, and is trying to encourage the kitten to lap it up. As he's around for a while, he has his sign up.

The doctor is in

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah's in the bar, once again kittenless, still reading Big Trouble by Dave Barry and still giggling sporadically at it.

She's got a glass of melonade today, and a plate of cheese enchiladas, the good kind that are crispy around the edges and gooey in the middle. At that particular moment however she was just gnawing on the fork as she read.

She's always up for company, even when she isn't.

(the usual, bit of time at work while on lunch, missed tags will be picked up when I get home)

(no subject)

[mop-jockey.livejournal.com]

[oom: Lenny goes out and around the lake; Milli-timed to his first week in bar.]


Lenny Inchpot of Pickax is hungry.

"Bar, may I please have a sub sandwich and a cola? A glass and no ice as well please and thank you... m'am." His order appears, and Lenny takes them over to a booth to consume.

Today he's people-watching. Could be watching you. Could be not.

Come say hi, he's a friendly guy!

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

This is a post to establish that yes, indeed, Arithon is in the bar. This needs to be established because later there is Plot of the rather more Doomy kind, and he needs to be around for that.

So if you want to talk to him before Doom strikes, this is the post in which to do it.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael comes in from the staff quarters, looking better rested than he has in some days. With Vilandra's rebinding, there's a considerable weight off his shoulders - he knows now Isabel will be okay, even if it takes time. And so he actually managed to get a mostly peaceful night's sleep.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

It's Friday. At least he thinks it's Friday, and that should mean Elaine and a little bit of martial arts out by the lake.

But hell, he's lazy and she's not around yet, so he takes a seat at the bar, looking around at the people in the place: some he knows, some he doesn't, and if it's September like Eddie said then he's been here almost a year and fuck if that doesn't blow his mind just a little bit. It's been a long time since he's been anywhere for a whole year.

Maybe this place is the respite at the end of it all and maybe it isn't. Maybe it's just an illusion or a dream. Maybe he'll get sucked right out of here one day, just like Joe did, or get sent back to another time like Roland, or disappear and reappear changed, like Hotaru. Maybe none of that will happen: maybe this is just the way it is, and it's his home now. Maybe it's the closest thing he ever had to a real home.

Or maybe too much philosophizing isn't a good thing, so he orders a cup of coffee from Bar. He doesn't much think how fucked up it is that Bar's got feelings any more. There's not a hell of a lot left that surprises him.

He remembers when he first met Faye, way back when, and she told him her people were gypsies, destined to roam the stars looking for love. It made him laugh then and it makes him laugh now. There are a hundred thousand other reasons to be out there in space, among the stars.

Besides, he always figured Faye was just another word for "trouble."

He hasn't seen her in a long, long time. He doesn't really miss her.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow's by Bar with the kids, having breakfast. Wade is trying a new blend of oatmeal-flavored air and Millie's working on some bacon pieces*

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn's in the bar again. She appears to be messing around with the last set of bomb components. Don't worry, she hasn't added the explosive part yet, that can wait until she leaves the bar. Come see her, she may go sooner than you think.

[OOC: If I'm in crackchat or on Aim Aeryn suns mun at all, it's likely I'm around. I should be here for a while.]

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Bit of a racket out by the lake, that may or may not sound like it's meant to be something in particular.
Angel's practicing again.

(OOC: Tags may be a bit sporadic due to college-induced packing and flailing, but I'm around. Ish.)

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

Trillian has taken an armchair captive and is hanging upside down in it, reading.

The book, oddly enough, is 'The Scarlet Letter.'

Not Trillian's usual style. If you mock her, though, she may hit you with it.

To Ride a Pegasus, or Todd's Visit to the Stables

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd headed out back to the stables. He felt better about what had been hanging over his head since he arrived here. Neil was gone in his world, but that world no longer existed. He didn't need it anymore. It was nothing to him. His home was here now.

But now other things were creeping in, troubling thoughts. Thoughts that began at Welton, and only continued here.

So it was that Todd found himself looking for a distraction, and something different and fun. He finally spied a beautiful white horse with soft and strong wings tucked back.

He went over, and haltingly held his hand out to the creature, smiling, and keeping his voice soft and soothing, "H-hello Melina."

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

Sitting on a table near the oberservation window, there is a Morgan, dressed in white with her hair pinned up. Her eyes are as dreamy as ever, but she's looking a little thinner.

She is also spinning yarn into thread. Using a drop spindle.

She's surprisingly good at it. (Or, not, seeing as she is from the dark ages...)

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

Bianca walks into the bar, dressed in jeans and a dreamy smile.

Her hair is also a dark, rich brown. Ah, the wonders of modern dyes...

(no subject)

[mini-matantei.livejournal.com]

There is a young man sitting on one of the rafters, feet to the ceiling as he sips a cup of tea and nibbles delicately on a plate of cake. Every so often, should he see someone he knows, he gives a smile and waves down.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

(OOM-- Helen and Guppy go pet shopping in Holby)

A young brownish-orange shiba inu puppy on a bright blue leash bursts through the front door. Attached to the other end of the leash is Helen, dressed in tan capris and a blue, short sleeved shirt, and carrying a bag of dog and cat food and dog and cat toys. In her other arm is a tan and white kitten.

Helen grins. "Welcome to Milliways, Elena." She says to the kitten, as she reels the dog in. "And you too, Nala."

Come meet the new animals!

(ooc--mun will be here for about 50 more mins, then gone for about an hour, then back. But come say hi anyway!)

Out by the lake, later in the afternoon...

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is lying on her stomach, clad in one of Ryan's shirts (which is very big on her indeed), jeans and no shoes. It's a nice day and she's writing her memoirs...


...but she's distracted, too, worried about one of the people she knows. Could be anyone, really.

Could be someone you know.

But for now, she's writing about her fifteenth summer. Come talk to her.

(no subject)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

The Sword of the Rivan King is propped next to the couch (with a 'Please Do Not Touch On Pain Of Death' sign hanging on it) and two legs are hooked over the back of it. If you should walk around to the front of the couch, you might see the Rivan King himself sprawled upside down on the cushion, sipping occasionally from his chocolate shake and reading one of the drink mixing guides.

He looks like he could use a distraction.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Because his mun finally set her network up again. At least to her computer,

Montparnasse is in the bar. The pink is mostly faded out of his hair, but there may be a few remaining pink streaks for amusement's sake.
He's actually sitting at the bar, with a glass of brandy, people watching. It's fairly unusual for him to be anywhere other than a secluded booth.
This means he should be distracted.

(no subject)

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways: Salazar Slytherin prepares for a trip to meet his beloved Madaeze. He doesn't quite make it that far.]

Salazar Slytherin enters what he thinks is a tent in Diagon Alley. He, of course, is very wrong.

He groans heavily and turns back around to a blank wall. He isn't going home just yet.

His hands move over the wall as he murmurs some spells.

Blasted thing.

He closes his eyes and rubs his eyelids gently, his hissing low and guttural. Unless you can speak to snakes, chances are you won't understand him.

"BLASTED THING!"

Not too happy, that Salazar Slytherin.


[ooc: note to people: Plzkthnx no more threads? He'll be back tomorrow. note to self: have slow-timed with Arithon.]

(no subject)

[ancient-servant.livejournal.com]

Khayman opens the door.

On the other side, there is only water, so he closes it again, very quickly.

No way for him to go hunting.

Hungry vampire in the bar, that means.

(no subject)

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Reckoning, as usual.]

Slack steps through the door into Milliways, tossing her head slightly as to adjust to the rapid changes in environment. She slips her leather jacket off onto a chair, slides over to Bar and leaves a large order for food, aspirin and other needed supplies, mutters something about her friends at home refusing to cooperate, and heads back to the chair where she left her jacket.

And collapses into it, yawning.

And eyeing the patched bullet wound. #14.

And, well, sipping a Strega, as some things never change.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Appearing in the bar, from the House of Arch, is Valentine. She has a pen stuck in her hair, which is tied in a neat bun. The only thing really ruining the effect is that the pen has dripped ink on the back of her hair. Oops? She walks over to Bar, and, surprisigly, grabs her tray. Finally, for the first time in quite a while, Val's officially on duty. Bug at will.

(no subject)

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Laini's in the bar- currently perched on one of those high stools with an equally high table, and fiddling with some sort of gadget, while all seven fox tails wave behind her.

Her ears are perked, so despite a couple of small scorch marks on her silver jumpsuit, it's probably a good day.

.... Though do mind those sparks the gadget is currently tossing off, at this moment.

(That does explain the scorch marks, however.)

(no subject)

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

There's a young woman sitting in an armchair, long brown legs draped over one arm, bare feet kicking.

She's humming, and eating strawberries, and eyeing promising men speculatively.

Her humming isachingly beautiful.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's not certain what Kitty's plans for Edmund entail, but the phrase Won't be back for a while probably means it's gonna be good fun for both of them.

Never one to stand in the way of romance or intercourse, she has agreed to take Ed's bartending shift for the night.

Which is why she's behind the bar, clad in a very short red leather miniskirt and matching (backless) halter top, nervous and trying to hide it.

The specials board reads as follows:

Pyro

Nitro

Mad Bomber

Absent Friend

Non-alcoholic Special: Hot chocolate

What'll it be?

(no subject)

[azarathsraven.livejournal.com]

Raven in the bar.

She'd been unable to sleep or meditate so she of course had come directly here.

Glancing around the area over her cup of tea she wondered if anyone she knew would show up.

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

OOM: Arthur asks a very important question

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Masterharper Robinton is in the bar.

Zair, too. Because he's feeling social.

The Harper is sipping wine and scratching is fire lizard.

The fire lizard is watching the play of light on the glass as he's scratched by his harper.

Come try to decide who owns who?

(no subject)

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel's in the bar once more, sitting in a booth and actually eating. Will wonders never cease? The bandaging on her hand has been downgraded to several band-aids, and there's a veritable waterfall of small, delicate scars along the side of her neck.

She's reading a thick book, a last minute cram session as it were and generally looking preoccupied.

(no subject)

[emersonson.livejournal.com]

Ramses?

Is bored.

Considering the trouble Ramses is known for, it might be best if someone distracts him before he does something to remedy the situation.

As it is, he's at the Bar, contemplatively removing the label from a bottle of stout.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard walks into the bar, looking over his shoulder as he walks. "They should be in the east wing, just take a right and you'll find..." He looks back in front of him, frowning. "...them." Shaking his head a bit, he heads towards the bar and sits down, ordering a beer. "I wish you'd give me more warning when you do that." At least he can still see the door, which is always a plus.

(no subject)

[coming-west.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Cally receives an Important and Official letter.)

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Smug little kitty stretched out on the bar.*

*There are mockingbird feathers stuck in his white fur.*

*Would you want to know why?*

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, having a coke and doing the Killer Su Doku, which is ridiculously hard and is driving him mad.
Come and irritate him by telling him he's put that 3 in the wrong place.

(no subject)

[godmai.livejournal.com]

Skitter. Skitter skitter skitter thud.
Dog's in the bar. There are a few interesting brambles and an... aromatic substance in his wake. He's been rolling! In the puddles out back by the bins! It was fun!

But now he's a dog on a mission.

Have you smelled Adam? Adam's here a lot. But I don't smell Adam. Where's Adam?

Hiiiii.

(no subject)

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's a Vampire Executioner in the bar.

She's just sort of sitting at the bar, drinking a coke watching a DVD and frowning every so often.

No food next to her and she is dressed as normal. Which means she's all covered up.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd's back in the bar, and after talking to Faith, and his adventuresome first ride with Melina, he's found a quiet booth off the side to write. The scribbling noise was loud as the pencil left graphite markings on the paper, forming words.

He would glance up every so often, keeping an eye for anybody familiar. Especially one.

(no subject)

[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

*Petunia's been hiding in her room a lot, lately. She's been getting knitting done while she was up there, this much is clear -- she now has a good-sized blanket knit, in blended forest hues with a forest green border. And she's still working on it, or will be once she finishes dinner*

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

After finishing up his drink at the bar, Raven requests his mail.

There is a brightly colored tangle of strings from Sariel, which makes him smile.

There is a note from Ace, which causes his eyes to darken slightly, but he keeps his smile intact. It will be well enough, he supposes. Eventually.

And then, of course, there is the note from Raguel.

After reading this one, Raven goes completely still for a brief moment. One breath. Two. And then his power flares, filled with such rage that it almost burns the air around him. He clenches his fists, tightly, tamping it down. It is a struggle.

Long moments later, lip bitten bloody, he composes his face into very calm lines and walks, very deliberately, to a booth. He waves a waitrat over, ordering cookies, a glass of milk, and a glass of water.

And then he sits very still, counting his breaths.

Distract him, if you like. It might be helpful.

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

( Flat-hunting in London )

(no subject)

[imdeadtoo.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeeeeliuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

After events, here
And here Up in Room 808

Neil had taken a quick shower to help get the redness out of his eyes and straighten out his chaotic thoughts and so when he came careening down the steps it was in a fresh outfit of dark jeans and a loose fitting shirt that flowed around his hips. The outfit suited his demeanor which was such that as he hit the base of the stairs, his cheerful voice rang out across the Bar.

“Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'”
William Shakespeare: Sonnet #8

He recited the sonnet as an actor upon the stage might speak the speech of a monologue, with a bright smile and graceful gestures, obviously having fun with the difficult language even as his dark eyes swept the bar, looking for a figure he knew was probably tucked away in a quiet corner, with a notebook and a spent eraser.

However! This does not mean he’d mind a few waves or comments from any gathered about tonight.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim storms through the front door. He pauses only a brief moment to scan the bar for his wife, then continues on through the bar and out the back door. He does not stop to talk to anyone. There is a very good reason for this. It is because he is on fire. But he doesn't run screaming, he just hurries, taking care to avoid other patrons. There comes a loud hissing sound as he steps into the lake to put himself out. Then he comes back in, drying himself off with a conjured towel.*

What is this, elemental month? First the fricking kid hijacks Albion, now I have to deal with an ifrit? What next, a selkie rebellion? Gah.

(no subject)

[kessel-angel.livejournal.com]

Dead-pilot-girl in bar.

For the first time in a few days, seeing as she's been sleeping. Inyri being sick all night for two days kept her up. Silly Inyri.

And now she learns from Inyri that Wes is gone, and all she can think about is how she's angry at Inyri for talking to Wes in the first place.

But Lujayne's sitting at the bar, a Whyren's in front of her. Come and chat.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Aeryn had finished her bomb project and was ready to go. She took out the knife she had gotten from Jygar's dead body and stared at it for a few minutes before slipping it onto her belt. She doesn't have a suitcase only one small bag.

She left a pile of letters on the bar and her key.

"I'm going to miss this place. Take care of these for me, old lady."

She grinned at Bar.

"And deliver them if I'm not back within ten solar days...because it'll mean I'm not coming back."

She ordered a beer for old times sake and sat at the bar for one last drink.

[OOC: Last chance to see her just now, not that she'll be gone for long ^_^ I'm here for an hour.]

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's in the bar. Like usual. And this time, not wearing her fuzzy slippers. How sad. Just flip flops today.

And hair in braids, wet from shower, and pyjamas. Because Sam believes in being comfortable.

She's inna booth, drinking a blue raspberry slushie, and eating gummi bears. Come and chat!!

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

Ramon Salazar...oops no, sorry...Jack Bauer inna bar.

He looks happy. He would. There's DOOM! comin'...

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

One dead girl in the bar. Comes complete with fishnets, corset and stilleto heels. Bad boy in leather sold seperately...

Columbia sits at the bar with a drink in her hand... She could use the company.