(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up in an out of the way booth, once again surrounded by a large number of thick books. There is coffee there, somewhere, but it is well buried within the piles of reading material.

Feel free to bother the X5 before she ends up buried by a book landslide too.

(no subject)

[blue-bat.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Dick tells Roy he's going undercover.]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Fingerpainting! And... other things.]

(no subject)

[last_adam]

[OOM: Adam sneaks into Alanna's room. They discuss Alanna's dreams, and then they don't discuss much at all. Warning for smut. Millitimed to last night.]

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

OOM: In his room, Hank dreams

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[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

Magius sits at a table to one side of the main area.

He smiles as he eats breakfast and reads a large tome. A glass of red wine sits near his right hand.

His staff, Humara, leans against the table nearby, glowing softly at the tip.

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OOM: Bianca does some thinking.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar, not currently reading the book Bar gave him. His head hurts too much (see: Jason's OoM).

Actually, if certain red-headed, vampiric brothers of Bianca wanted to forestall the moderate amounts of doom (note the lack of capitals) happening later, now would be a perfect time to throw themselves across said book and go running out into the night before Arithon actually gets to read about her life as seen through the eyes of The Vampire Armand.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Why is Sarah in the bar so early today?

Apparently she's making a better start on her story collection than the day before. Her sign was all sparlky and done in bright colors. It said:

Do you have an amusing anecdote, a dirty joke or a touching tale that you tell better than anyone?
Tell me!
I'm setting up a collection today

She also has a basket of beaded wire suncatchers on the table beside her breakfast, watching the early morning crowd as she eats.

(will be on sporadically, tag anyway though, g'on, talk to the possibly sane superhero, ask her what she's up to ^_^ )

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Last night after his entrance and his conversations with people were over, Ray made his way up to his room and slept like a dead thing. Adrenaline is a harsh mistress, or perhaps more of a harsh spouse, in that when she leaves she takes quite a lot of everything with her, and he'd been running on adrenaline for the better part of a fortnight.

This morning is a bit better,and he has research to do and issues to figure out, so he'd really like to know why Bar did not give him the book on Sumerian magic he asked for but instead provided several issues of Batman: The Animated Series comic books.

He'll figure it out eventually.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Southdown Abbey, 2519]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOC: A while after this, Cuthbert leaves a note in the Security office.]

(no subject)

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Nina inna bar. Have at her.

[OOM: As explained to Magius, she isn't sleeping well these days...]

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman made his way down the stairs to the bar, yawning the whole time.

It was morning, and it was a pre-coffee Venkman, so expect some growliness. It's not you.

Well, except for some people, but it's probably not you.

Entrance Post

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle and Bonnie come into the bar holding dress bags and other packages.

After saying their goodbyes, Michelle goes upstairs to the suite to put away things and see Tony.

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony is in the bar. He has shiny new icons! They are hot. Mun is biased.

In any case, he has just returned from running, exercising and practicing outside. The very first thing he does is walk to the bar to order a huge, cold bottle of water.

He'll think about ordering food later.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Whistling quietly, Alanna exits the staff quarters and climbs up on a bar stool. She orders a large breakfast with coffee (of course) and spreads some papers out on the bar before her, staring at them with a puzzled frown.*

(no subject)

[clowdyah.livejournal.com]

And there was a Claudia enjoying a nice bowl of fruit at the bar. She looks more content than she has in weeks.

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

CSI inna bar, eating lunch. She's practically begging to be distracted.

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny comes in the front door and wanders over to the bar. She is hungry, and bored and in need of people to talk to.*

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is still in the bar. B is still in Australia. See B's OoM. Arithon is about 3/4ths of the way through The Vampire Armand. Arithon is trying, without success, not to blush.

This is not at all locked. Free for all. Come talk to Arithon, its my birthday.

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

Neil had been absent from the interior of the Bar for a few days because he'd been availing himself of the beautiful outdoors, running off energy and generally careening about like... well like a healthy teenage boy. He'd also been studying lines from one of his favorite plays.

Written by Tom Stoppard, "Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" was an amazing alterante universal view of the famous Shakespeare tragedy, "Hamlet". Upon reading the play, Neil had fallen in love and though it had taken him a couple days of intense weedling he'd managed to talk Todd into reading the part of Guildenstern while Neil himself took on Rozencrantz.

Today, Neil had decided they needed to take their act down into the Bar! Poor Todd.

And so, dressed in dark pants and a flowing poet's shirt the lanky youth careened off the last stair and with an impish twinkle in his dark eyes he began speaking Rosencrantz's lines from the famous 'Tennis' -game of questions- scene.

"How very intriguing!" Neil wheeled towards the stairs, expectantly. "I feel like a spectator -an appalling business. The only thing that makes it bearable is the irrational belief that somebody interesting will come on in a minute..."

(ooc-locked to Todd Anderson until after the performance.)

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth, armed with toast, tea and a newspaper. He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

He's on call, but otherwise around for a while.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

OOM: Sara’s birthday gift from Barry

(no subject)

[gris_bug_man]

Feeling sufficiently recovered from the abundance of socialization he experienced last night, Grissom makes his way down into the bar.

A cup of coffee and a small bowl of grasshoppers are acquired.

Feel free to bother, if only to ask what the hell he is eating.

(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

There's a were-leopard inna bar.

She's sitting at a booth, a half eaten steak and cup of coffee in front of her. She's also reading Minion.

Feel free to talk to her.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Outside near the vegetable garden, the man in green is listening to the bassist play.

Conversation may occur between them. Or perhaps Jack is just enjoying the music, and Charlie is fond of apples.



[ooc: two for the price of one whee. also responses may be erratic or slow, as the workday has been the same and may pick up any time now.]

Millitimed to Wednesday night

[thatseemright2u.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Jubal's first night at Milliways.]

(no subject)

[tin-foaly.livejournal.com]

Foaly is in the bar with a laptop -- usual description otherwise applicable (three feet tall, tin foil hat, lab coat). He has politely turned the volume down, but is not wearing headphones. Therefor, anyone passing by will be able to hear a strange rendition of Legolas repeating over and over They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!

If he knows there are characters from Tolkien's canon in the bar, he doesn't care. He might well be doing this just to see if any of them show up and start to wonder. Or he might be doing it because the thing has a fantastic beat.

They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!
What did you say?
They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!
What did you say??
They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! -gard -gard -gard...


Come annoy the pony-boy.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon tacks a green note to the board.
( Notice )

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[mandyforhire.livejournal.com]

When she walks through the door, wearing her sun dress and hat, this is the last place she wanted to be.

She had been walking in from the sun porch of her large estate in North Africa and suddenly finds herself here.

She turns to leave, but the door is gone.

Fuck.

The bitch is back.


[ooc: for all our sanity, plot only please]

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

Nita outside by the lake, in a gray hooded sweatshirt, walking, thinking, and occaisionally skipping stones.

And humming Yesterday, softly, to herself.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's down in the bar at table, with her rune notes spread out in front of her. Researching and refreshing- it at least gives you a feeling of doing something, specially when you can't do anything.

At least yet.

With the intent studying, she looks like any other student from a various number of worlds, even down to the pastel striped blazer, pink slacks and teal flats. The sword and knife, however? Sort of ruin that normal image. Its normal for Milliways, though.

((Millitimed before this happens. Also, Mun is AKF for about 20 mins. back))

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[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Montparnasse is in the bar with a glass of water. He's people watching. Though he is watching for a few specific people. If you're one of them, don't keep him waiting. If you're not, or simply not sure, come entertain him until they show up. He probably wont bite, if the last few days have been any indication. Just be wary about poking with sticks. Not a good habit to start.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Pre-Milliways: warning, slightly disturbing at the end]

Eyes reddened, flinching at the light like she's head a miagraine, Morgan stumbles downstairs with her hair and dress awry. Not looking anyone or thing, she finds a booth and huddles in the corner.

Here is life.

Here is enough people and other people's thoughts to distract her from her own.

Good.

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a Bianca, humming and with a happy smile on her face, walks through. She is dressed as she used to be - an old, baggy jumper with worn jeans rolled up to the knee; pearls in her hair, and sand on her bare feet.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace.

In a bar.

Decidedly not avoiding paradoxes, since they taste good fried (even if they don't taste like onion rings).

Her professors would be horrified.

(ooc: Wanna know why there has been no Ace? See backroom. Only here for about an hour)

(no subject)

[just-connor.livejournal.com]

Connor walks into the bar, stops and blinks.

"Someday, this place isn't gonna take me by surprise," he says to himself, and finds a table to sit at.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

Spike's out at the lake every day, sun or rain, snow or heat. It's the only place he has to practice Jeet Kune Do. Whether or not anyone's ever there with him is irrelevant: it's what he does.

So he heads downstairs, stops at the bar for a bottle of water, and pushes open the door to the lake, ready for a good run, a good warmup, a good workout.

He didn't expect to see her.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Dead CTU agent draped artfully over a couch by the fireplace in jeans, sweater and stocking feet. He's listening to music, has a book over his face and a kitten curled up on his stomach, and may or may not be napping.

He's also wearing reading glasses and might smack you if you make fun of them.

All in all, he looks entirely too comfortable. Come poke at him.

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Day three of the Titans weekend - Talking with Gar about nightmares and Raven.]

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht's in the bar.

The bruises on her neck are almost entirely gone. However, the rings under her eyes are even more pronounced. After Sara's party, she'd gone to check on Hank. He was still sleeping like the dead, but at least he didn't seem to be having thrashing nightmares.

But she had spent the night worrying and that kept what little sleep she had managed to get rather fitful...

And now Bar had given her a book on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and several others on survivors of war and disaster to read.

Come poke her and see if you can get her to actually eat the sashimi platter in front of her instead of picking at it.

(no subject)

[mctrillian.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar opens and in steps a young girl, wearing a Roedean School uniform and a white hat with a ribbon of black that's about three sizes too big.

She takes a look around, blinking.

"Interesting. I had no idea t'all that this door lead to a bar."

Milliways, meet Tricia McMillan, age twelve.


[slowtimed! tags still welcome.]

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

When Mouse comes down the stairs from his room to get some food from Bar, something else comes with his Mantou and sauce.

A book.

He smiles - a real smile, not one of those fake ones he gives when people ask how he is.

(you can call me the Mouse if you're my friend)

He takes the bread and book over to a booth and begins to read.

Mouse looks happier than he has in a long time.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace and goes through the list he's prepared with Naraht. Everything looks fine; Naraht has a good mind for such things. Now, Asar-Suti just needs two or three people to do what they have planned.

And Bernard, to make sure he's allowed to look for those people in the first place.

Happy Hour

[prydeful]

It's possible that Kitty has powder on her nose that she's trying to wipe off when she enters with Edmund.

Note to self, Kitkat, stop teasing him about the sex tea powder, because it's hard to clean up a normal way after the fight.

It's possible Edmund looks rather smug, too, even as she sticks out her tongue at him.

This doesn't actually make him appear less amused.

Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour! Tonight's specials include:

Aqualung

Shot-gun

Mother

Edmund, she notices, as she writes the last one, is standing over her shoulder.

She turns, raising an eyebrow, and he carefully, with a damp cloth, wipes the remaining powder off her, before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Kitty smiles at that and turns back to the board, making sure he's watching as she writes one more drink.

P.S. I Love You.

(no subject)

[ru-fi-ooooo.livejournal.com]

Unless you've been paying very close attention, you might not have noticed a certain Lost Boy around the Bar much lately.

There is a reason for this.

That reason is plainly visible in the branches of a sturdy tree near the lake's edge, more than a dozen feet above Rufio's head.

It's a tree house.

Not a very fancy one, but it's solid and could hold four or five Lost Boys at once as long as they didn't mind being a little squished in. Fits one single Lost Boy very comfortably indeed.

It's got a window facing the lake and a rope ladder and a pretty good view of just about everything there is to see outside.

Rufio stands on the ground, arms crossed proudly over his chest as he looks up at it. Yes, this will make a very good home indeed. Safe from pirates and mermaids and rain and everything.


Anyone want to come admire his work?

(no subject)

[thelastearthman.livejournal.com]

Arthur in the bar, with puppy.


(No, that's not a song lyric.)

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

A knight has fallen...

Nick's knees buckle as he topples to the ground, blood flowing out dark and red from the exit wound that takes up most of one side of his head. And there he lies, a puddle forming around his head, dying his hair a deep auburn...

(no subject)

[waiting-there.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In Julia's Room]

She's sitting out by the lake, smoking a cigarette. It's hard to tell how long she's been there. Unless you happen to notice the small pile of cigarette butts that rest near her feet.

She keeps checking her watch.

One might wonder how she is able to see it with those sunglasses on.

(no subject)

[cuban-star.livejournal.com]

Lola stumbles in once again. This time, she's been dragged from "La Rosa Negra", while she stepped out of her dressing room. She's in a fairly good mood tonight. A little upset she wasn't able to sing.

*She looks up for a moment*

"Next time can you wait till after my performance, please?"

*She heads over to the bar and takes a seat*

"An Agua de Valencia and some staff paper, please"

*The bar quickly brings up her drink and the paper. She begins to write some music, humming each note in her head with the occasional stumble*

The piano would make this easier, perhaps...?


Come bother her. She won't mind. Critics wouldn't bother her either.

(no subject)

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

A familiar small figure walks in through the back door, a few dead rose petals tangled in her long blonde hair.

She is scowling. She doesn't know what sort of neglect made all the roses in the greenhouse die, but to her mind it's criminal.

(no subject)

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah was still at one of the small tables with a basket of beaded suncatchers and a sign written on a sheet of notepaper with sparkly marker. It said:
Do you have an amusing anecdote, a dirty joke or a touching tale that you tell better than anyone?
Tell me!
I'm setting up a collection today

Go ahead, you know you want to.

Stag Night for Tony!

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Tony Almeida's stag party starts...but the groom hasn't arrived yet. Hrrrm...]

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is seated at a table, with a cup of tea and a bowl of stew - which she is actually eating. Slowly, but still. Otherwise, she looks happy and peaceful and probably would not mind being disturbed.

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Post-Milliways: set after this, Arithon and Bianca go back to her beach, where they discuss Marius and her past with him for a bit more before going throughly schoompy. Consider that your warning :D ]

(no subject)

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

You might not see Elizabeth Imbrie, because she's in a secluded corner, diligently sketching Svava, while trying not to get noticed, as per Archie Kennedy's request. She is there, really.

Artists need to stretch their hands sometimes, though. Catch her when she's wiggling her fingers and rolling her shoulders to get more than a mumble.

(no subject)

[emrys-lost.livejournal.com]

The boy called Merlin raised a hand to his eyes, wipeing away the water that ran from his bangs, obscuring his vision. With a groan he looked around, his second sight barely able to make anything out of the shadows and rain falling around him. Finally, however, he saw it. A hint of stablity against the constant motion of the water, that told him that there was shelter. He headed towards it eagerly, slipping into a hollow crevice in an ancient tree with little thought or concern that he might not be the only one seeking to avoid the sudden downpour in this natural cavern.

Of course, when he thought the crevice might be occupied, he hadn't thought it would be occupied by a tavern full of people. He steps back quickly, and the bar vanishes as cold water begins to pour down the back of his already soaked shirt. With a quick glare towards the sky, he crawls back towards the crevice. After all, if Cairpre could live in a hole under a rock, why shouldn't there be a bar in a tree? And at least it's dry, despite its strange location.

He steps into the bar slowly, adjusting his soaking robes around him, and unconciously allowing his hair to fall forward, covering the scars on his face. Unsure of how to continue, however, he merely leans on his staff, just inside the door, water dripping off of him as he stares around himself.

(no subject)

[silver_flecks]

It's not Del's fault.

It's not.

"Here's a Nyarla, there's a Nyarla, and another little Nyarla, cranky Nyarla, sadist Nyarla, Nyarla, Nyarla, RED TEXT."

...It might be her fault.

What's not her fault?

The sudden massive outpouring of tiny stuffed Nyarlathoteps from Bar.

That just keep coming.



Get your own!

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

It's a bit too cool outside, at this point, for staying out there to really be worth the bother. As such, Angel's inside, at one of the tables, with tea and paradoxes. The pickle tub's on the floor next to his chair, as he hasn't gone back upstairs yet.

(no subject)

[lastczarnian.livejournal.com]

Enters one (01) scourge of the universe.

Do you feel lucky?

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's in the bar, wearing a pretty green and white dress, and white shoes, with heels on them. She's sitting in an armchair, clicking her heels in a very childish manner. She's Samantha, remember?

She has a glass of water beside her, and a book in her lap. This one seems to hold her attention better than the last one.

Come and chat with her!

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy stumbles as he comes into the bar, glaring at the door behind him. He doesn't know what it is, but there is some sort of... turbulance between the two worlds. Not knowing anything about portals, he dismisses it as merely annoying and goes over to the bar.
He sits, sipping an orange juice and teasing the kitten with a pom-pom tied to a piece of string. Scampi purrs loudly and bounces, trying to catch it.
Come say hi.

(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

There's an Elizabeth curled up in a booth.

She's got her laptop sitting on the table in front of her. On it, there are yellow colored people on the cartoon, and every so often a loud "D'oh!" is heard from the computer speakers, a.k.a. The Simpsons. There's a plate of fries covered in melted cheese that she's munching on, sitting next to the computer. And a glass of whiskey next to the plate.

Come poke her, or watch Simpsons over her shoulder.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ In the office: Tony and Mandy are placed in the cells. ]

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is slouched at a table, creating patterns in the condensation on his glass of milk.

There is a half-eaten cookie sitting on an otherwise empty plate, and he toys idly with a long black feather.

He also has a notebook, though he is not currently writing in it.

Come talk, if you like.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The front door opens, and a familiar figure walks through.

But wait. Isn't he supposed to be on vacation? And doesn't he look older than he did last time he was in the bar? Noticeably older, in fact, at second look. And he's wearing Antarian military uniform.

Michael looks around and smiles. He hasn't realized what's happened with the timeline yet. Someone come and enlighten him?

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

OOM:* Hank's ordeal continues: Nightmares and Awakenings



*(ooc: Some whitetext)

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Theres a Tim sitting in the bar, leaning against the bar. He's got a cup of tea in one hand and his staff curled in the other.

Oh, all right, he also has his sign up. "NEW TO MILLIWAYS? DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I MAY BE ABLE TO HELP."*

Bran is polite with Cywyllog and avoids Blodwen Rowlands' barbed comments

[theravenboy]

Bran Davies will be starting the sixth form on Monday. He will likely spend most of his spare time on school work and university applications. Talk to him now while he still has time to come to Milliways.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

After this, Lee doesn't wait to hear what judgement Security passes on any of them. He turns and heads out the lake door.

He's sitting under a tree, staring out over the lake, perfectly still and absolutely sheet-white.

[OOC: Locked to Gorlim, please. :)]

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Earlier Friday, at the Ministry of Magic.]

(no subject)

[hope-halo.livejournal.com]

Angel in the bar.

Well, not that Milliways has them in short supply, but this one's practicing his yo-yo moves with a (loudly) grumbling yo-yo.

Come and bother him; Remiel doesn't bite. (Although his yo-yo does.)

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie once again enters the bar from the lake door with his notes and a far-away look on his face. He barely notices the tea that appears on Bar's surface as he passes.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

OOM: Michael watches Maria sleep and realizes a thing or two he already knew

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael has been working all night and all day, in the space where the piano once stood. He's been building something, working diligently and cheerfully. You might have heard him whistling during the day; maybe his whistling brought to you feelings of cheerful creativity, or gave you the desire to make something. Maybe. Maybe not. It is only when he steps back, grinning, that one notices that a beautiful piano stands where there was once empty space.*

*The new piano is a perfectly white grand piano, elegant and sleek. Yrael has personally made sure that its wires are strung precisely, that it plays pitch-perfect and will never need tuning. He has put care into this, one can tell, making sure that it not only looks beautiful but sounds beautiful, too.*

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is curled up at a table, sipping coffee and staring off out the viewing window. Her expression might be ever so slightly suspicious. Odd, that. Though she may simply be edgy, with the full moon coming swiftly, and the only other shapeshifter she actually trusts still stuck in another world.

Why not come ask? She probably won't bite.

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria inna bar.

Wearing this, though she is still blue all over, as usual. It's only the attire that has changed this time.

Maybe you should ask her why?