milliways_bar | Sep. 12th, 2005

Sep. 12th, 2005

princess-entipy.livejournal.com

Entipy wanders downstairs and sits at the bar. She orders a martini, someone had ha d her try one and she liked it. She is in jeans and a t-shirt, her non-princess clothes. Come bug!

ulfricrichard.livejournal.com

There's an alpha werewolf sitting at the bar. He's sipping tea and very pointedly not looking at the door. Or where the door should be but isn't. That still unnerves him. A lot.

Have at.

((The mun is amused that three pups from the same canon all posted in a row.))

the_seafarer

[OOM: Millitimed to last week, before the wedding. Caspian asks Lucy to the wedding, and is made to blush for the third time in two days.]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly and Alain, the morning after the wedding. Um, rated W for Woe.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Friday night. Warning for adult content of the pregnant lady kind. If this squicks you, don't click.]

inquisitivehero

OOM: An experiment finally done, calculations finally complete

Hank walks in, garbed in an outfit that is odd even for him. He moves to a particular spot, and scans the area with his hand-held scanner.

He nods and then places it in a pouch and scans the main room. He smiles at the few faces he sees at this hour and nods to a few.

He considers leaving a note, but he wont be gone that long, right? He nods to himself and then pulls out the device he had constructed, a copy of the one that brought him here to Milliways so long ago it seems, and yet only a few weeks ago in reality.

With a gentle push, he presses a combination of button and a beam shoots out. There is a burst of sound and light and then a rippling gateway opens up in the air. Hank casts one last glance around the room, then leaps through the gateway.

As he passes through there is a flare of fire and light and then he is gone and...

...the gateway slams shut.

inquisitivehero

HoalwOOM*...: Elsewhere

*(Heck of a long ways Out Of Milliways)

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters the bar. Feel free to accost him, even if you don't know him. Really. He's not particularly friendly, but he is painfully polite. Usually. Amusing when he's snippy, too. If nothing else, he won't ignore you.

If you do know him, feel even more free to accost him.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

[ooc: Millitimed to last night]

OOM: Faith breaks down on Michael, and he helps the best he can

Max, Michael, Faith and Maria emerge from the Staff Quarters, all carrying packed bags - Michael and Faith between them have apparently convinced Max that a vacation is a good thing right now.

Michael leaves a note for Isabel explaining where they've gone, then they head to the front door and through, into the palace on Antar.

They'll be back in a week or two.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

After This Montparnasse is passing through the bar on his way outside. He's walking and breathing carefully, if he stops to do anything, one might notice that he's favoring one arm. One would be more likely to notice the bruises, a cut lip, and the start of a black eye. He's trying to get through the bar quickly, but you certainly have time to stop him before he gets outside, should you want to. Or catch him out by the lake if you prefer.

last-and-first.livejournal.com

Hestia is sitting by the fire as she usually does when she's here.

She has a glass of lemonade and is, at the moment, people watching, but occasionally the flames flicker, briefly larger, or a different colour. It may or may not be related to the people she's watching. She's probably just bored.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the Bar. The mermaid is sitting at a table, eating a cheese and mushroom omlette while reading. The book is Learning Irish and appeared with her breakfast.

Thanks to the wrap Magius gave her, the finger-shaped bruises on her neck are slightly less prominant. She's decided to bite the proverbial bullet and not try to cover them up with a scarf.

Needless to say, she's not looking forward to explaining them over and over again, but she's prepared to do so.

http://users.livejournal.com/_brighid_/

Brighid is sitting in a corner eating a slice of apple pie. She would feel delighted to meet new people! Help her start a cornucopia of love!!!

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

Holmes might seem a touch concerned, were he not so blatantly scowling in frustration. At the moment, he has a glass of scotch despite the early hour and a much abused letter, one in either hand.

Bother him if you must.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon in the bar. Still. Even yet. Again. Something like that. He's around. He's got his lyranthe.

And, for that matter, his player has books and books of canon next to her. Come on into a thread and maybe* you can talk the conversation around into getting new Paravian music.

*For values of "maybe" that mean "anyone who asks, gets".

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna visits the Temple of the Great Mother Goddess. Warning for white text. Everywhere.]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is out running laps round the lake, in full kit. He needs to keep in shape, after all.

nita_callahan

Nita comes inside from her daily run and collects a cup of tea from the Bar. Bar also gives her a copy of A Wrinkle in Time, which she eyes with a faint smile. "I think you gave me this a few months ago," she comments, and takes her tea and book over to an armchair by the fire.

http://users.livejournal.com/_myloveisreal/

David takes a seat at a table, a stack of books next to him. He isn't reading. He's just observing the people around with interest, particularly if they are eating.

[ ooc: eep! need to take a break with david...slowtime/fade? ]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Holby, millitimed to the early hours of Sunday morning]

Guppy is in the bar, sitting somewhere near the trilobite tank, reading a battered copy of Nicholas Nickleby, which he is about a third of the way through. The kitten is curled up next to him, fast asleep.
On the table is a small sign, bearing the words;

The doctor is in

Come poke.

mnt_mike

[OOM: Michaelangelo in: The Quiet Return]

creator_raven

[OOM: Out by the lake, Raven gets an itch in his brain.]

notablessing.livejournal.com

Cole is here in an armchair drawing.

In case you're curious.

He's actually very good at it -- sketching, he will claim, is his only talent.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah is sitting at a table in the main bar, reading Pushkin and the Queen of Spades, with a glass of iced tea.

There are still blue and gold ribbons threaded through the wheels of her chair from the hen night and wedding.

azarathsraven.livejournal.com

Raven makes her way into the bar. Looking exhausted, it's starting to be her new look. Her eyes have dark circles under them and she has a less than conscoius look on her face.

Yawning hugely she orders coffee- not tea- from the bar. Taking the hot cup of liquid she groggily looks around for a place to sit.

Come talk to her, she might actually babble incoherantly at you.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al is at a table, reading. He has a jar full of minnows and lakewater on his left side and a milkshake on his right. He's being very careful to only drink from his right hand.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

The door opens and closes sharply, and Anne marches through with color high in her cheeks and a ream of paper clutched protectively to her chest.

"'Real' language, indeed. And what does Mr. Harrison know of writing?"

She stops to look back at the door, gray eyes flashing, and then blinks. And turns.

"Oh!" She sounds surprised. "So I've found my way here again, have I?"

obligatoryass

Logan opens a door.

a-fell.livejournal.com

[OOM: Aziraphael's bookshop, Friday afternoon. NC-17.]

velocitygirl

Inyri Forge sits at a booth, looking different. Maybe she's figured something out in the middle of the night. Maybe Gavin finally getting even the slightest bit angry with her made her stop, and think, just think about how stupid she's being.

Plus, she's in a dress and her hair is curly looking and pretty. Also; there is a plate of food on her table. It's nothing people from Earth would recognise, but people from her galaxy would see the Corellian food and either grin or cringe. She's only eaten a quarter of it, but that is more than she's had in a while.

Beside her plate and glass of blue milk, is a book with the squiggly words of Oddesy.

You should ask her what that is.

[ooc: mun is back now]

tweak-ears.livejournal.com

Inuyasha steps into the bar and slowly approaches the bar and sits down while lefting his hand up for the bartender to take his order, as he orders some rice wine.

how-pathetic.livejournal.com

Sesshoumaru appears in a chair at a dark corner of the bar, as he looks around to notice if anyone knows him, or if he knows anyone else.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes inside from the out-of-doors, wearing her normal barmaid outfit and looking a little wind tossed and cheerful.

She looks around for hungry or thirsty people.

Barmaid on duty!

balletrat

*Meg heads into the bar, looking vaguely harassed, and collapses into an armchair.

A day of working with your mother tends to do that.*

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard's gotten used to the wait rats- enough so that he's toying with the remains of a simple dinner on the table in front of him. Aside from that, he's not doing much anything else in particular except for watching the various patrons of the bar.

Its easier to be an observer, to still figure out how this place works.

kessel-angel.livejournal.com

A dead-pilot in the bar. She's seated at the bar, keeping a watchful eye out on Inyri, who is eating at a booth.

That startled her when she first started keeping watch on her sister. Inyri? And food? Heavens forbid.

Lujayne, herself, keeps missing her mouth as she tries to eat, flip through the holonovel she stole from her sister and watch Inyri.

Make fun of her. Or just come and talk.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is sitting in a booth, it looks like she's whittling something. Of course what she's really doing is cutting some wood with her knife to prevent her from using her dagger on something else. If she doesn't like you be prepared for a fight, but the right person might be able to calm her down.

Current Mood: pissed off

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony exits the Staff Quarters looking fairly exhausted. He plops down at the bar and quickly writes

( A Letter to Jen Slater )

He then orders a glass of water and a chicken dinner, which he eats at the bar.

Come say hello!

kal-torak.livejournal.com

Kal Torak is in the bar.

He eyes the crowd speculatively. It has been too long since last he has smelt the sweet aroma of a heart burning in his name...

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

A Jedi Master walks in the door, in flowing red and gold robes, much like her hair. It's obvious she was teaching again today.

With a world-weary sigh, the former assasin walked to the bar and ordered a glass of Alderaanian wine (emerald), before choosing a booth and almost falling into it.

Come and chat.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

The door to the bar swings open, and Sheppard sticks his head in, blinking a bit. It makes sense that he'd arrive back here, seeing how he has unfinished business concerning Lincoln-but there's still a mild feeling of embarassment about shuffling into the bar in a bathrobe. Making a note to himself to ask the Bar for an extra set of clothes, he steps in and glances around. He still looks decideldy Wraith-like, but thankfully, there's no signs of the predatory gleam in his returning.

mogget_cat

*The couch feels so used. It's convinced that Yrael doesn't really love it. He is just using it for his own personal pleasure.*

*Which is true. He finds the couch to be very comfortable. He's curled up on the couch with a book. Think cats can't read? Come tell Yrael so.*

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House. Inna bar.

He's getting really tired of this routine of only getting his pills after he eats.

Impossible to sneak an extra dose or two that way.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Vampire executioner in the bar. Once again reading 'The Fate of the Romanovs' again.

There's a quiet air around her tonight, and a cup of hot chocolate sitting next to a plate of bagel bread. She's treating herself to some comfort.

Say hello.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

[OOM: Faith and Michael, on vacation. Pseudo-SibSchmoop, woe of the 'dark and stormy past' variety, and Faith inna bikini.]

outoftheincrowd.livejournal.com

It had been a hard night of work and being a waitress wasn't exactly her ideal job. It was all worth it to her though. Normalcy in any form would appeal to her. Adrian hadn't exactly had the best life up to now. From psych wards to country clubs featuring psychos. Well, it was complicated. She had a habit of getting into trouble. Not because she wanted it that way...just because it ended up that way.

Things were perfect for her now. An enrollment in college, a crappy apartment, and a horrible job was all she could ask for.

.....but maybe things were a little too perfect, which is why she wasn't fazed at first by the fact her apartment door led to a bar. But her confused self soon came out.

*She stumbles in*

It's been quite a while since I've been on those pills...

*She stood confused, sort of curious, and still in the doorway*

Not a dream. I don't have dreams.

"What?"

Does someone wish to tell her she's not crazy? Please do!

Current Mood: confused

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: After a talk with Zekk, Jaina and Jag return to their room to discuss issues involving Zekk and Jaina that have remained between them. Angst ensues. Millitimed to evening of Saturday the 10th.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*Tim is working on something rather Flashy.

It starts with three qyartz crystals, carefully cut to a pyramid shape, and placed carefully. Above them, two robins egg shaped saphires glitter in the light. and above them, a single black diamond floats. Bands of almost solid energy leap from surface to surface, surroding the entire mess in an almost rainbow of colors and magics. Within this mess, images flicker.

And all this, along with Tim, is floating a good three feet above the floor.

Feel free to ask why.*

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin's sitting at the bar, a bag of ice on his hand, result of that not!fight he had with Parnasse yesterday. He sips at a lomin ale, watching the bar for Inyri or Lujayne.

But anyone else should feel free to talk to him too. Gavin needs to meet more people, after all.

lovesnotbroken.livejournal.com

Allison wanders downstairs and looks around. It's so normal for her to look for people she knows. Just the usual things, the Bar, the tables, the piano, the front door...

That's a new one. She finds the nearest chair and sits. She's going to panic now.

Someone please come calm her down, before she hyperventilates.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting in his usual chair, staring into the fire. A cup of coffee is rapidly going cold beside him; he seems to have forgotten it's there. Sharp eyes may notice the dark circles under his eyes; he's still not sleeping well. Sleeping worse, actually, after his talk with Kim the night before.

Poke at will. Only, not literally. The results might not be what the poker intended.

mnt_mike

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the Bar.
In a world where the universe ends every hour on the hour.
In a time where meaning has no time....and no meaning.
In a place where the drinks on special are half price.

One man...er...ex-turtle but currently a man...will face the fury of patrons previously unserved.
He will stand tall amidst the threat of ever dwindling garnish.
He will emerge, a king among barmen.

Run, don't walk to place your order.
Swoon, don't scream at his absolute hunkyness.
Tip as if your very life depended on it.

Michaelangelo stars in HAPPY HOUR!

coming to a Milliways near you. under 21 not served with out parent"

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason walks down the stairs, checking to make sure he has everything. He is simply in a pair of jeans, just as he arrived. Although he has thrown on his leather jacket.
Screw the consequences...he was cold.
Though the jacket wasn't doing much to help.

He checks the pocket feeling the familiar cool touch of the wolf figurine and nods to himself.

It was time to go home.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck.

Outside, lying on one of the rocks by the lake, and looking up at the stars. In deference to the warmth of the night, his shirt is unbuttoned even more than usual.

His humming-- vaguely musical, but without a definable tune to it-- carries oddly, almost as if it's cutting through the lazy air.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti is curled up in his usual chair by the fireplace, still reading about bats.

He has a half-empty latte and a few amarettini cookies left, but is engrossed. He has decided to try bat-shape soon. Such interesting senses bats have...

it_has_teeth

Out in the lake, Ed is circling, idly.

Occasionally one of his fins breaks the surface, sending a spray of water into the air.

From far enough away, it gives the illusion of a sailboat. It's a pretty enough picture, until one draws closer. Sharks are rarely picturesque, after all.

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Will steps in. He makes his way to the bar for tea, and then settles down at a table.

He has a book, but it's mainly to keep him occupied until someone happens by for conversation.

not_that_spike

He's at the farthest, darkest corner of the bar: a shot of whiskey and the rest of the bottle in front of him lined up next to a pack of smokes and his lighter.

And his travel destination wish-list, which he alternately smooths out and folds up again.

It's all so fucked up.

Time makes no sense.

Did I kill Vicious or not? I saw Julia die, but she died again. I thought that part, that nightmare, was all over.

A year. One more day and it's a year and really, all things considered, it's probably been the best fucking year of his sad and sorry life. And he should be celebrating that.

But he can do that tomorrow. Because he figures it was probably a year ago tonight he killed his former best friend. And no matter what kind of asshole Vicious was in the end, that's still a goddamn bitter pill.

horseblanket.livejournal.com

Once upon a time two days ago, Ash and Sheila tried to go to Dearborn, Michigan, for a couple of days.

Fate was mad at them again, and it didn't quite work. Sheila ended up in Dearborn all right, but she wasn't with Ash - he went somewhere else - just with his sister, Shelley. She asked if there was anyone who could help Sheila (a Williams wouldn't doubt the story) and Sheila said, "well, mayhap Raven," but of course he couldn't hear her ... except for how he did, and met up with Sheila and Shelley.

Then, they went to the mall.

And now, the door opens from what looks like the corridor of Hudson's in the Somerset Mall in Troy, Michigan, if the onlooker had happened to be there.

In step a tired looking Sheila and a female Raven, carrying shopping bags. Sheila's got a bucket hat on her head.

Come see what they bought? And if you noticed their absence, maybe come and worry?

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

After a quiet afternoon in the bar, Susannah has wheeled herself outside, taking the air around the lake. Yesterday's rain has dried up enough that she isn't going to get stuck; she's been claustrophobic lately.

She parks out along one side of the lake, near a scarecrow with one arm and a series of rents up the torso. There're some pumpkin seeds on the ground, too. She smiles to herself and looks out over the water as the sky darkens and stars begin to come out.

Old Star and Old Woman aren't up there, more's the pity, but the moon is bright.

[OOC: Both threads are open, for great millitime, FYI]

jack_inthegreen

Jack ambles through the Forbidden Forest and ends up at the lakeside. He thinks about going swimming. Perhaps he will.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain has an armchair near the fire, and coffee, and Homilies and Meditations. It's old and familiar by now, of course, but he likes the nostalgia of it. The wedding a few nights ago was a powerful reminder of Mid-World, Gilead and Hambry and Milliways all rolled into one. A taste of the old time.

Also, reading is a way to take his mind off the current situation with Lilly.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is in an armchair by the fire. He appears to have dozed off; his eyes are shut and the battered book he was reading has slipped from his hands onto the floor. Several empty cups of coffee would suggest he has been trying to stay awake, without success. The position he is in does not look particularly comfortable.

river_meimei

River is out by the horse paddock, under the afternoon sky slowly deepening to twilight. She's crouched by a fence, watching the horses' feet move with interest.

She's wearing Roland's duster again, as she wasn't at the wedding a few days ago, and it spreads in deep folds on the grass.

theravenboy

Bran Davies is here. He does not appear unduly bruised by last week's swordplay.

[Bran meets Anne Shirley (slowtimed), talks to Merriman (slowtimed) and discusses the costuming of sheep (don't ask!) with Meg.]

kidzoom.livejournal.com

A boy who look exactly like Bart Allen is fiddling with something near the front door. He's also cackling as he does it.

gramarye1971

The door opens and Merriman enters, pausing long enough to beat copious amounts of dust from his clothing before closing the door.

If it looks as if he's been out in the desert for the better part of a month...well, it's because he has been. Which might also explain why he's in khaki from head to foot -- even his hair is tinged with khaki, or at least it is until he runs a hand through it and dislodges some of the dust that's settled in it.

First and foremost, though, he heads for the bar. A glass of ice water is a welcome sight, after several weeks supervising an excavation in the Levant. In the vague middle of nowhere, to be more precise.