milliways_bar | Sep. 24th, 2005

Sep. 24th, 2005

River is in the bar.

Well. On a rafter.

Stomach down, chin propped on her hands, watching the bar patrons move below her. She's holding very still; you'd have to be observant, or accustomed to scanning the ceiling for people, to notice her.

It's very comfortable.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

There's a Animator in the bar.

She's curled up in a booth, A soda next to her and a book in her hands. She's watching the room intently, a serious expression on her face.

Come say hi.

aj_crawley

[OOM: Earlier on Friday afternoon.]

Crowley's in the bar. This is not a new thing. He looks vaguely tired. This isn't really new either.

He also has a slim volume of Wilde, but reading 'The Importance of Being Earnest' just isn't the same.

maxwellsdemon02

[WTFOOM: Into the Peppermint Forest.]

futures_of_ash

Rachel in the Bar once more, a sense of contained energy and tension about her...but not nearly as bad as it was last time. No, nowhere near as dangerous.

In fact, she actually seems to be staying in the common room instead of fleeing outdoors, bracing herself to face the wash of people and noise, but firmly not running. Nope, she's sprawled rather bonelessly against a wall, red hair cascading forward to hide her face as she sips a mug of beef broth. Feel free to trip over her, or poke her, or anything really.

undignified

Wes, at the bar, with hot chocolate and a toy X-wing.

Because if the mun can't sleep, why should the pup be able to?

prydeful

[OOM: Earlier today, Moiraine and Daniel-Dream come and visit. Some healing happens. So do some headaches. Yay family?]

shelley_winters

[OOM: Upstairs, Shelley has a final terrifying nightmare.]

river_meimei

[OOC: After this.]

River is outside, flung in a sprawled huddle in the dew-damp grass.

The stars spin overhead; the waning half moon sheds a glittering trail on the lake. The only sounds are waves lapping, and wind through leaves, and, somewhere, crickets.

And River's choking sobs.

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

[OOM: Baiting the snare.]

inquisitivehero

Hank wanders downstairs and peers around. His eyes appear far better than they have in weeks. He seems and feels less confused as he orders breakfast from Bar and settles into a booth.

He still resembles a somewhat batterred and scarred cat. With fur growing in in different places and not growing in at all in a few others, he is an odd sight.

Nonetheless, for this morning, at elast, he is content to eat and watch the Bar.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

( OOM: Amanda and Cap set up Equipment by the forest )

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

After his walk around the lake the night before, Adric was back in the bar, with breakfast. Fried bread, scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, other assorted things, he'd forgotten how much he liked breakfast really.

His collection of little windup critters had grown, they were all wobbling around in circles on the tabletop, occasionally he nudged one back towards the middle of the table so it wouldn't fall on the floor.

(Still at work, only one in the office now though, and totally out of projects, tags/distractions from boredom are love.)

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon is in the bar.

He'll be around for a while, and possibly even late into the night. He's got stacks and stacks of music around him, and is reading as though his life depends on it.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, having waffles with powdered sugar and strawberries.

Mmm, carbs.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks in from by the forest OOM
in her workout clothes sweating. She places a bag next to her as she sits at the bar and orders a big glass of water and breakfast.

Come by and chat, she wont bite.

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

Lenny Inchpot wanders downstairs for an early lunch.

"How about a ham sandwich, glass of oj and something to read?" The food appears along side a cycling magazine and Lenny pats the bar.

"Thanks m'lady."

He sets himself down in a booth a bit aways from the other patrons. But he wouldn't say no to some company!

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah was at the bar, less than a week until vacation and she was surprisingly calm for all that. She had her lists, most of them double and even triple checked.

Going away from home for any amount of time was the only time that she was this organized, as anyone who knew her could tell you.

She was having an early lunch, zucchini chips and a chicken sammich, which was like a sandwich, only stuffed full of more things. She also had a glass of cherry-lime fizz and a small bowl of tomato soup that Bar had popped up for her when she'd ordered the sammich.

Her shirt? Black with gold print: "I want my golden ticket!" It made her giggle. Battered jeans as usual, and barefoot once again, shoes tucked away under her seat. Go ahead and poke her, she'll be more than happy to trade food for conversation.

(yeah, yeah, still at work, technically sneaking on but not really since we're totally out of projects. So... marginal slowtime if I have to answer the phone or something)

prydeful

[OOM: Home coming. Ish.]

poetperry.livejournal.com

The late morning found Neil down in the Bar but the slight chill in the Fall morning had driven him towards the hearth rather then to his usual booth. Long limbs were curled up under himself and there were actually glasses perched on his nose.

He only wore the glasses when he was doing intense studying or working on something that required he focus on words or numbers for an extended period of time. This morning he was working on geometry and physics. They weren't subjects he particularly liked but the books were good about providing answer guides to the questions so he could double check his work.

He'd been at it for almost four hours when he finally set his glasses down and rubbed his hand over his face.

Four hours of math... yep he would definitely appreciate someone coming by and distracting him for a bit.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

The couch has been commandeered by a small pyro with a strange attachment to black leather coats.

Just so you know.

She's brought what looks to be a very old and well-cared-for book with her, and is sprawled over what proves to be a very comfortable couch indeed, reading.

She probably wouldn't mind being bugged.

Just don't talk to her about nuclear weapons.

Really.

majereblack.livejournal.com

*Raistlin returns to the bar, it was a place he could come to where annoying twins could not find him...yet...and he makes his way to a quiet part of the room, walking slowly and leaning heavily on his staff. It was going to be another one of those days...
He barely makes it to a seat before collapsing in a fit of harsh coughing, fishing a cloth from his pocket and bringing it to his lips to stifle the sound. He'd rather bring as little attention as possible to himself. After a moment the coughing subsides and he carefully tucks the cloth back into his pocket....was that blood flecked on the white...? He asks the bar for hot water...withdrawing a small pouch of herbs from his sleeve and emptying its contents into the water.*

Current Mood: annoyed

a-fell.livejournal.com

Aziraphael comes into the bar, wearing a cassock and traditional white collar. Considering how terrible he usually looks in black, it's bizarre how well it suits him.

He goes directly to the Bar, not taking the time to see who's in, and orders a large glass of red wine. It appears in a fairly simple metal chalice.

Aziraphael is not amused.

Current Mood: annoyed

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion trots down the steps, slides behind the bar, and starts looking around for anyone who might match the Prophecy's description of the prophet who can help him. He doesn't write down specials as he's a little distracted, but he'll gladly serve anyone who asks for something.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia is in the bar, eating lunch. The mun finds that she has less trouble entering when there are fewer people around, thinner crowds and therefore fewer people who might notice her. Come prove her wrong.*

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Seeing as he's already in two and a half threads (or perhaps three, or three and a half, depending on how you count the Daniel thread), Dream needs an entrance.

This will have to do.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Michael, Maria and Max walk in, talking and laughing. They all look considerably more relaxed than when they left - the vacation's clearly done them a lot of good.

Max is carrying most of the family's bags, and levitating one or two others, while Michael carries his bag in one hand and a fold-away cradle in the other. And Maria is carrying a baby, of roughly three weeks old.

Come and welcome them back.

red_notebooks

Jarod is in the bar...

He's on the look-out for new and interesting ice cream flavors.

But not any kind that have vegetables in them or anything. He wants things like cookies and brownies and chocolate chips and stuff - good stuff.

And since the bar doesn't exactly have a menu or a display case, he has no idea what to ask for.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Scratch, scribble. There was a tawny-haired poet and writer working. Todd was sitting over in the comfy chairs by the fireplace.
There was an unusual mix of expressions on his face today as he worked, hunched down in the chair, writing in his quickly filling up notebook. He was running out of pages fast at this rate.
The mix of expressions were obvious, but difficult to describe:
One was, 'bliss of finding one's true love'
The other was harder to explain, except perhaps in terms of truly knowing who you are completely, and having a presence akin to divinity welcoming you home.
That's what Milliways was to him in every sense of the word now. Home.

namo

He sits near the observation window, nursing a glass of dark red wine. His eyes watch the destruction again and again, wondering. He is still shaken, as much as he can be, by his conversation with the Man, but he ignores the feeling as he takes another sip of his drink. Námo gives little thought to his surroundings; he is lost inside himself for the moment.

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

[OOM: Richard and Amadeo move into the Glasgow House. Warning for schmoop, schmoop and more schmoop.

As a note: anyone who has a scale or a feather for Amadeo and Richard in particular (we're looking at Claire and Aeryn here) - the charm will take you directly to their house in Glasgow now.]

deserved_it

There's a Eustace in the bar, looking considerably less tired and battered than his first night in.

Still looking rather baffled, by the whole "End of the Universe" thing.

And how one gets tea around here.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles was in the bar, having a cuppa, and reading.

That's all.

He's welcome to distractions since he's still getting his bearings on the place.

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

[OOC: I couldn't help myself, really. Probably won't be able to stay long.]

Ben blinked a few times, a little suprised to end up here. Usually he'd pop up out of his own neccessity. Ah well. He sat down at any ol' booth without much fuss and undertook a good solid round of crowd watching.

sai_delgado

She comes in through the lake door with a very level expression, hair braided and a black bag slung at her hip, and disappears down the staff hallway. A few minutes later, she comes back-- this time without the canvas bag, and wearing a dove-gray cotton dress instead of jeans and a soft flannel work-shirt, golden hair unbraided now and falling in soft waves down her back.

Susan stops by the Bar for a cup of hot chocolate and heads for the couch by the fireplace.

[ooc: ~~mun is gone for a few hours, back later. slowtime, as always, is quite welcome.~~ back!]

not-caroline.livejournal.com

Coraline peeps in through the door, and beams when she sees it's the bar. It's raining at home and she's already written two stories and sent her dolls to a deserted island. Maybe one of the other children she's met will be around! Or somebody new to play with! Or maybe just some ice cream to eat, which is good too.

http://users.livejournal.com/honest_iago_/

[Pre-Milliways: All of Iago's scheming comes undone, he stabs his own wife and then turns to run.]

A man in his late twenties, dressed in standard Elizabethan fashion (white linen shirt, doublet, Venetian breeches) pushes through the front door and slams it behind him. He's carrying a bloody sword that looks like the bastard child of a broadsword and a rapier. He's looking around almost frantically at first, and then with growing bewilderment. He has found himself in a tavern, certainly, but not the lowly den he was expecting.

Mayhap someone could tell Iago where he is?

[OOC: Please don't canon puncture him until he learns of the theory of stories crossing universes and can claim that his got a little twisted in the telling. After all, what's the fun of playing a villain if everyone knows he's evil right away? ;-) ]

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing and Beowulf come down the stairs. Van Helsing has a bag full of weapons that hits the table with a loud 'clank'.

Is he going somewhere? Planning a raid? Or just cleaning his weapons?

Find out.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli is in the Bar today, practicing his reading of the English language. He's not using his copy of The Lord of the Rings, though. He's got what would appear to be a book on plumbing instead.

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

Catherine's in the bar. Exhausted, dirty, blood-spattered, sweaty, sandy, and thoroughly caught up with current canon ~~including the Event that Must Not Be Named~~. She's nursing a glass of water--come catch her before she heads off to the showers.

yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com

Yugi is the soul behind the eyes this evening, and those eyes are bright and violet-soft, faintly gleaming as he sits on the floor in front of the fireplace. He's watching the flames--the first real fire of the autumn season, in response to the increasing chill of the outdoor weather.

Hands clasped in his lap, he's humming just under his breath, a song that he doesn't know, but that the spirit in his head dimly recalls. It sounds foreign, exotic. Strange magic.

[OOC: Sudden slowtime possible, but unlikely for an hour or so.]

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny is in the bar.

Cause she lives there. In-Bar.

So it's totally not talking to strangers, cause she lives there, when she shoes them her new shoes.

Totally not talking to strangers at all.

They have butterflies on them. You should admire them.

Appropriately.

~~Or she'll BITE YOU.~~

rwbuddhaboy.livejournal.com

Kyle Valenti wiped his hands on the rag, and shoved it in his pocket. He'd manage to patch the van together once again - it would run for another day. He wasn't even exactly sure where they were. Perhaps he should go ask. Heading toward the hotel room where the group of them were staying, he opened the door...

And found himself somewhere completely different. Kyle looked around at the bar, at the various patrons, and wondered if this was another one of those alien things. Then he wondered if he could get served.

Kyle Valenti has come to Milliways.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

THUNK

THUNK

trudgetrudgetrudgetrudge

trudgetrudgetrudgetrudge

THUNK
THUNK

What's that you ask? That would be Adric out by the lake, practicing with the knives he usually keeps in his sleeves. He's gotten better, though the state of the log he's been using as a target is testament to just how long it's taken him. Being dead makes you woefully out of practice.

Someone should distract him with food or something, totally, before his brain goes 'splut'

( off to the theatre now, but tag anyway, I'll reply when I return )

wraptinariddle.livejournal.com

Perhaps against all odds, but then again, maybe not, Trance Gemini was in the bar.

It isn't to say that she had anywhere else to go, or that she didn't want to be here, so much as that her concern for Harper kept her right in Milliways, alternative exit or not.

And Trance, being Trance, and acting like she was a lot smaller, less powerful, and more clear than she ever has been, was simply wandering the main bar, swinging her tail idly, but not aggressively.

animation-inc.livejournal.com

There's a Vampire Executioner in the bar. She's got a soda infront of her, and a lap top open next to her, but her face is a mask of concentration.

Frowning at something that doesn't seem to be on her computer screen, she sits and practically begs to be distracted

Come poke her with a stick

gone_byebye

Ray has been in his room for most of the day. He's in the Bar now. One can only face a soldering iron and radioactive materials shielding for so long before one wants to scream. No screaming today for this parapsychologist, no sir.

Though he's got that green stuff in his glass. Lord only knows what's in it.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht has switched from Dendromys to hoverchair for the moment. She figures that the chair is less likely to spook the horses...and the last thing she wants to do is spook the horses. She's wandering trough the stables, looking around for Susan or Caspian or anyone who might be able to help her.

Because the Horta turned merfolk wants to learn to ride a horse. Tremble.

red-mare.livejournal.com

The creature in the lake the other night was peculiar, but Jah-lila has come to think of him as something like a pard or a grass-cat. Larger than many pards together, of course, and far more intelligent- but then she has seen the red dragons of the Smoking Hills, and when they move, it makes mountains shift. So his sort of being is not so strange as all that.

Still, she keeps one ear slanted towards the lake when she finally lowers her head at the lake's edge to drink today.

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

Leonine, bipedal, tailless, maned woman at the bar, drinking a White Russian and reading National Geographic translated into some nonhuman language.

Come talk! She doesn't bite, and she's pretty good about keeping her claws retracted, too.

diehard_daniel

Daniel has entered the bar.
It has been a while yes, however he orders a drink and sits in a nearby booth.
When he is at the booth, he pulls out a book and begins reading.
Come disturb him, please?

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

( upstairs in Julia's room, earlier )

friggin-gift.livejournal.com

He's finally convinced Shannon to let him out.

Well, actually, she's fallen asleep and he needs to get out before he goes crazy, so he comes downstairs in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt.

He's still a bit sore, but he hopes the burger and coke he orders and takes to the booth with him will help with that.

Current Mood: sore

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael and Maria are still - or again - in the bar, sitting at a table together with Alex in a carry chair thing on said table, facing them. He's quite happily batting at the toys strung across the chair, while they eat.

Come say hi.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

There is the possibility of the Battle of the Bards tonight. (The mun isn't sure on the mix up of dates either.) So, counting that possibility, Svava is dressed for it, in a smart white blouse, green-patterned flared skirt and green slippers. If the musical showdown is tonight, there will be dancing. And she will be dancing. Life- at least here at Milliways for this moment- is good.

lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com

LaCroix is in the bar.

He seems to be thinking very hard about something. Or nothing. It's difficult to say.

Occassionally he sips at his drink, or looks around as though looking for someone. But mostly he seems to just stare off into space.

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara walks down the stairs, she trips on the last one, stumbles, and recovers, pretending nobody saw it. She walks over to the bar and sits, wrapping her skirt around her legs.

"Hot chocolate, please."

A mug of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup materializes in front of her.

"Thanks."

She takes a sip, smiles, and licks the whipped cream off her upper lip. She really should check out how the bar's magick works. Of course, sometimes there is no explanation...it's just magick. Kind of like love.

green-shaft.livejournal.com

Life, it seems, had taken on some sort of routine, whether or not that routine was actually preferable. Stay at the... place they were staying at (certainly not home), go out for a few things but mostly patrol, go back. The bar had stopped inserting itself, and while he was grateful to not have to discuss things, he wasn't grateful for the absence.

But his routine had changed in the last few days, mostly because his father had decided he deserved some sort of break. He'd protested, and tried his best not to, but in the end got ushured off because his father was even more stubborn than he was. So it's been a lot less stressful, and now it seems that the bar is inserting itself once more.

Because instead of ending up where he wants to go, he ends up there instead.

He really has no idea if he's grateful or reluctant about it. He supposes he'll just have to decide after sitting here for awhile in a booth, and seeing who comes around.

farmboyrebel.livejournal.com

There's a dead pilot sitting at the bar, drinking a lum, and trying not to show that he has a bunch of flowers beside him. He's actually wearing real clothes, and not his flight suit, which makes him look actually comfortable for once. He's looking for a certain person, but he will certainly talk to anyone.

cuban-star.livejournal.com

Lola stumbles in once again. She not phased by it anymore....kind of used to such things. She just finished her first performance of the night and she already needed a drink. She could tell that it wasn't going to be a fun night, so it was perfect timing as far as she was concerned.

*She heads over to the bar*

"Umm....how about a green tea and some staff paper, please."

*The bar quickly brings up the items and she heads over to a booth*

A jazz number for the act, perhaps?....no. Maybe blues....

*She begins writing some music occasionally stopping for a sip of her tea*

Come bother her. She really won't mind.

Current Mood: content

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

At a table, rummaging through a pile of papers is a Bohemian with a camera and a glass of iced tea. Nope. Mun's not that creative with entrance posts tonight. Have at.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

[OOC: Bad poetry]

A slim-hipped man with rough good looks and a streetwise smile enters the bar, in Strauss Blue Jeans and Victory high-topped sneakers. His t-shirt says "Calvin Cline."

The view through the door behind him, briefly, is a city skyline, seen through a plate-glass window. Then the door closes with an authoritative click, locking firmly on that where and when.

"Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ, somebody get me a Coke. If I ever drink a Nozz-A-La again, it'll be too fucking soon."

Eddie Dean is back.

[OOC: This thread is still open, via magic millitime.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Jack fixes Claire. Because gods are like that, yo.]

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar, back booth like usual.

A Whyren's, like usual.

An unemotional mask on her face. Like usual.

She might be feeling confused about herself and others.

Like usual.

Poor Inyri. Like usual.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Weekly canonical update and reaction. Contains some swearing.]

There is a Guppy in the bar, at a booth, with a plastic bag of pieces of a broken vase, which would appear to have been grey with small black and darker grey dots on.
He has a tube of superglue, and is attempting to restore it to a state good enough for his housemate not to kill him. So far he's got about three out of twenty large pieces in place, and hasn't even started trying to add the little bits.

jack_inthegreen

Jack comes downstairs from the rooms with a stack of envelopes. All are hand-addressed in green ink, and the paper is thick and pressed with flower blossoms and bits of leaves.

"Bar? Will you see that everyone gets their invitations?"

The Bar absorbs the envelopes, and Jack gives her an affectionate pat. "Thank you, dear." He heads back upstairs.

( Addressed to: Asar-Suti & Gil Whimple, Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle & Barry Allen, Claire Littleton, Charlie Pace, Wolf & Virginia, Bernard & Nymphandora Tonks-Wrangle, Raven, Coyote, Puck & Havelock Vetinari, Tony & Michelle Almeida, Audrey Scuttle, Sheila Oestre, Chris Patel, Hephaestos, David Talbot, Dionysus, Susan & Cuthbert Allgood, Richard & Amadeo Mayhew, Nick Stokes* )

[ooc:*if I've forgotten anyone friendly with Gil or Jack, my apologies and consider yourself invited.]

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

Eddie sat at one of the tables. And overall, he seemed confused. He had discovered soda, but that wasn't so much of a confusion. The confusion was the fact that he'd been given a book. And it was a book that he'd never seen before though he knew well some of the contents. Some, he'd never neard about. And yet, with all of the CD-ROMs, the table of contents, he was supremely uncomfortable. Plain, leatherbound - but the first page was titled UCAV EDI. The result was an uncomfortable AI.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie Dean sets his wife carefully on the Bar, then vaults over it. On the chalkboard where he puts up his specials each week, he chalks in large letters.

I'M BACK BABY

Eddie

And then they're out of there. See you Monday.

Do not disturb, kiddos.

...

ALL NIGHT LONG.

[OOC: Eddie's entrance is still open for tags; this is just the endpoint. Hurrah Milltime.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol appears in the bar, fading into view as he walks. He's tossing a glass ball up and down, experimentally. He gives it a sharp toss, high into the air, and it explodes into a million shards. The shards hover around the rafters, shining and spinning like little stars, and Smeagol pauses a moment to stare up at them.

The glass sparkles. He grins.

Quite suddenly, the shards spiral back down in front of him and coalesce into a seamless glass ball. He catches it again, and walks over to a table, upon which food and tea has already appeared.

Miraculously, no one has been hurt in the slightest.

clumsy_auror

Tonks is in the bar, in an out-of-the-way booth. She looks a bit tired, though not entirely discontent, and is paging through the book on the table.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty is in the stables. So is a thestral, Ravenscourt.

He's feeding it raw steaks.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain comes in from the lake door, brushing hay dust from his jeans; he's been in the stables.

asylum-alice.livejournal.com

Alice comes walking down the stairs, blue dress, white pinafore, kitchen knife big enough to swing a cat in. Not really, but it may as well be, it's as long as her forearm.

capt_angie

Angelina comes into the bar from out by the lake. She's wearing her Harpies kit again, only it's looking alot more creased than it did yesterday, and- also like yesterday- she's carrying her broom over her shoulder and her cheeks are flushed red and her hair windswept. Unlike yesterday there are dark circles under her eyes and she's frowning, which is very unlike Angie after she's been flying. Apparently even the open skies couldn't relax her today.

She heads to the bar and orders a butterbeer and todays copy of the Prophet- not that she holds the paper in very high regard after the many stories about Harry and the more recent one about Tonks- and goes to a booth.

She sips her drink and looks at the paper, not really reading it. Occasionally she glances around, looking for someone. It could be you, but it's probably not. Unless it is. You won't know unless you approach her.

bartyjr.livejournal.com

[In a slowtime that spread over four OOC days, hence the need for a link a la OOM, Tom and Barty meet in the bar.

Tom is concerned that Barty is reading books on advanced necromancy, and that his girlfriend is Morgan Le Fae. Barty reassures him. Then he asks Tom about Horcruxes (the book mentioned them in passing). Tom doesn't tell everything, but says enough (all true) to rather put Barty off the idea. He still wants to find out more, though. They discuss the philosophical meaning of death; Door, and how lovely she is; the thestral Barty found; and a little of what Tom's been up to recently. All very friendly.]

shelley_winters

Earlier on, she had passed the Door, and maybe on impulse, maybe not, she had tried it.

It opened.

So now Shelley's at the bar. Writing a letter. If you are a friend of hers, or know about her recent situation... which mostly qualifies you for 'friend' status anyhow - you will receieve one of these.

( Letter )

And then, for the last time in a while, she sits at the bar with coffee, watching the room, pale and tired-looking, but better for her decision.

Come say goodbye?

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. Come talk to him.

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim.

Inna bar.

Mmmmm, doombait.

Doombait with crayons.

The novelty of colored wax that makes pretty marks has not yet worn off for the highland warrior. So he's... coloring. Yup. With crayons.

And baiting doom.

He doesn't know about the latter part, though it would hardly surprise him if he did.

Harbingers of not-doom are more than welcome to come share the crayons!

Current Mood: weird

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

There is a Slayer in the bar,in a booth, with dinner.

Despite all the recent drama, she looks pretty happy. A lot of this is probably directly related to the return of certain friends, and the arrival of her pseudo-nephew.

Whatever the reason, probably best to catch her while it lasts.

mnt_raph

*Night shift.
Raph hasn't seen a decent night shift in ... well he can't really remember, truth be told. Which is odd, to say the absolute least, as Raph had always considered himself a night-type-of-guy. After a while necessity has this fantastic way of becoming habit. Year after year of only being allowed "out to play" after the street lights flickered to life have inadvertently trained him to favor the dark.

Or rather, had trained him.

Since coming to Milliways his internal clock had slowly been reset. He sees fewer and fewer nights, preferring to spend the bulk of his time basking in the sunlight out by the lake.
Curious, that.

And yet despite his newly diurnal disposition, here he leans. Back to the Bar, elbows on the Bartop.
In one hand he holds a beer while the other balances the shaft of a sai.*

animation-inc.livejournal.com

There's a Vampire Executioner in the bar.

A book open in front of her, a laptop on the table, She is ignoring both of those things so that she can people watch.

Dinner on a plate next to her, but she doesn't look hungry.

Come say hi.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert's sitting at the bar, with coffee.

You probably haven't seen him grinning this much since his wedding day.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is an X5 in the bar, sitting at a table, people watching. With, of course, a cup of coffee near at hand. This is nothing unusual. She is dressed in a manner that, for Max, could be called nothing short of 'girly'. Which is to say, not in jeans or leather. This is unusual.

Feel free to bother, she seems to be in a decent mood.

mogget_cat

*Yrael wanders over to the piano, carrying his violin case and his guitar. Tonight's the night.*

*Setting up his instruments where he can get them easily, he motions Arithon over with a smile. Then, he turns to face the bar as a whole.*

Good patrons of Milliways! Tonight there is to be a musical duel between myself and Prince Arithon, Master of Shadows! This duel will be mostly for your own benefit, as you are all free to dance to the music as you wish to!

In addition, for your own pleasure, special drink sets tonight include:

Black and White ~ Light and Dark
Suffering Bastard ~ Prince's Smile
White Lightning ~ Dark Indulgence
Dark and Stormy ~ Thunder and Lightning
Charmer ~ Green Eyes
Killing Light ~ Black Magic
Green Meanie ~ White Tornado
Moonlight Serenade ~ All Night Long

ALL generously paid for by Arithon. So remember to thank him some time tonight.

So, if you all would like some music, I think we've waited long enough. I shall start us off with some fare for your dances!

*Yrael chuckles and sits at the piano, grinning brightly.*

(OOC: Alright. Here's how it'll go. Arithon and Yrael will alternate posting sets of songs (Yrael, Arithon, Yrael, Arithon and so on), starting threads for dancers under them. If a character is dancing under a Songs comment, they'd be dancing to those songs. Arithon and Yrael will be free to dance under their competitor's songs, at their muns' convenience. Feel free to dance to your heart's content, and slowtime if you need and/or want. No one's inbox will suffer.)

Current Mood: cheerful

last-and-first.livejournal.com

Hestia is sitting at the bar tonight. She's sipping a cosmopolitan because she likes the colour.

Though one might guess that she's rather bored, as there is a second drink sitting next to her. This one seems quite complicated. It even came with directions for consumption, but she asked for something flaming. . . She'll get around to drinking it eventually. Right now, however, she's absently watching the flames. Funny how it just keeps burning.

Come distract her.