milliways_bar | Oct. 1st, 2005

Oct. 1st, 2005

Pilot with a toy Ewok inna bar.

Wes asked Bar for Earth candy he's not had before. He's therefore got a bowl of Reese's Pieces. Mmm, sickly-sweet chocolate and peanut butter.

Yay obscure meta!

creator_raven

There is a Raven in the bar.

This is probably not a surprise, really.

He's finished off a plate of sparkly cookies, thank you Arithon for that idea, and he's reading a book.

Or he looks like he's reading.

He might actually be thinking.

Or not. He really doesn't look as if he'd be particularly good at that.

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

The table was not so interesting.

The book on the table, Eddie had memorised.

He had not memorised the contents of the CD-ROMs as he had not had the chance to. That was his current conundrum as he stared at the leatherbound binder's inner cover. CDs lined it in a perfect row - six, at the least - and he was frowning at them. Information about himself that he couldn't access. He found it... unfair.

namo

[OOM: Námo makes a baby]

He is cloaked in darkness once more. His eyes are chilled, capturing light, but not reflecting it. It is hard to believe that two nights ago he was laughing and playing with a kitten.

Námo has returned from his Halls. And they have left their mark.

His eyes scan the bar, searching for one who he gave a promise to.

Who gave him a promise.

[OOC: plot locked]

futures_of_ash

[oom: You may have seen her outside, a wolf in human skin...]

Rachel looks...better than she has been honestly. Calmer perhaps. It could be the fact that she's entering from the outside door and that there are leaves in her hair. Her arms are scratched and her palms dirty, she's barefooted and sure though, an almost predatory sway in her walk as she pads to the Bar.

There's an earthy chuckle at Bar's choice for her this night, not beef broth, no, Rabbit stew in a mug. She sways back and forth for a moment, dancing to some wild, inner music before lifting her gaze to the rafters.

Yes, she's in the mood to perch.

So there's a Rachel in the rafters.

capt_angie

Theres a pop as Angelina apperates into the bar. She's pinching the bridge of her nose as if she has a headache.

She makes her way to the bar and perches on the edge of a stool, ordering a large Firewhiskey as she does. After the conversation she's just had, she needs it.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. He's got a headache. He's also got a smoothie, but that's beside the point.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Dressed in the same thing she wore when she arrived back at Milliways several months ago, Chris makes her way downstairs.

She had said her goodbyes to the people she needed to and she had everything she wanted to keep with her. There was nothing more to say or do.

Still she lingers by the door and looks around the bar. Will I ever come back here? See Jack again? Will my father come back and wait for me? Would he be able to?

But the doubts and questions aren't enough to make her stay. She opens the door and walks out of the bar.

[OOC: Exit post. No tagging plz.]

Current Mood: sad

withamagicword

Billy Batson is out back, near the lake.

He is dressed in sweats as he stands on the docks, his feet planted securely, his shoulder set. He moves with an awkwardness and yet a stuttering grace as he goes through exercises as he has every day since he got here, just as he had back home since he had started training with Ted Grant.

He jabs with one hand and then the other, shifting feet and body to the time of an unseen but remembered cant. He moves, and practices the moves, his face set as he tries to remember them all.

He is in the swing of things, so to speak, but he might welcome an interruption.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[ooc: OOM: Mordred and Galahad have a mock-duel because those two have the most interesting foreplay...*cough* before going upstairs. Millimed to the 16th of September, contains allusions to this thread o'crack, to which I offer no excuses.]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht heads over to the Bar.

"I'm heading back home for a bit, my dear, but I'll be bringing enough credits on my return to pay the balance on my tab. Would you also be so kind as to give Ray Stantz a holocam if he leaves before I return and put it on my tab as well?"

A small note appears...written in infrared ink. Naraht reads it and there's a smile in hir voice as he replies. "Thank you, Bar. And yes, I'll go see Mother at first opportunity. Farewell."

With that, Naraht heads for the Door...

...and glides into hir quarters on the Enterprise

[ooc: Slowtimed threads still going, but sporatic posting since I'm still helping my sister move.]

drumbaby.livejournal.com

Hair still damp from a long shower, Witch Baby makes her way downstairs. She asks Bar for something to read, and much to her dismay, she's given a copy of Cosmopolitan.

She yawns and starts idly flipping through it, but she's pretty sure that even limited contact with the magazine will fry her brains.

She's feeling unusually social - maybe she'll go mingle.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

[ooc: I am not locking this post for plot, BUT. Please, could you either ping me on AOL or Yahoo at ruvixcube or reply here before tagging? I ask not for myself, but for your pup(s). Because, y'know, OCTOBER. Insanity. Blood shed. Bone Fragments Gone Missing. Etc. I don't want your pup to die.]

As it stands, The Three Greatest Trick or Treaters are sitting placidly in the bar.
They feel something, but they can't put their grubby little fingers on what it is exactly that they are feeling.

They sense a change in the wind, a movement in the hallow.

Somebody want to clue them in?

accessobrian.livejournal.com

Chloe, in a bar, sitting around, sipping water, eating cheese.

Nope, nothing out of the normal here. Nope. Not a thing.

jack_inthegreen

Jack bounces downstairs and goes to the Bar, taking out his wallet. "Good morning, dearest lady--I believe Bernard spoke to you about my wish for today?" He nods as if to an unheard answer and places several large denominational bills on the Bar. "I think that will cover it--if there's more, just charge it to to me and I'll cover it through my regular tab." The bills disappear and he bends over to give the Bar a kiss. "I'm getting married today!" he says gleefully and then hurries out to the lakeside. So much to do, so much to do.

[ooc: With Bernard's permission, Jack is covering everyone's tabs today. Oh happy day.]

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia is in the bar yet again, knitting. She somewhat resents having to come down from her room even for food, but the bar has started locking her out of her room occasionally to encourage her to socialize*

mogget_cat

*There is a Not'Cat on the bar, watching a bluebird in a wicker cage.*

*Mmmmm... dessert.*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith's in the bar, having lunch and coffee.

She has eschewed the dark glasses, and her shiny new yellow eyes are plainly visible.

Feel free to come stare, but try not to break her.

jack_inthegreen

[ooc: millitimed to sundown. gathering here. wedding here]

Outside by the lake, a small corner of the forest has been transformed. There are fairy lights in the trees, candles on tall candelabras. There are chairs festooned with flowers and bows. There is a large basket of flowers for all the wedding guests, each with a tiny good luck elephant charm tied with ribbons.

Beyond, there are tables and chairs and a place for dancing, later.

For now, the bridal party is gathering: family, friends, beloved ones.

It's going to be a beautiful night.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle's hanging about in a fairly cheerful mood. Yes, that is pumpkin pie he's eating. And yes, that's still Les Miserables he's reading, though he's not much further along in it than he was last time he was in the bar.

Come chat!

jack_inthegreen

Charlie takes his position at the front row of chairs. He spends a moment tuning, and then starts to play.

This song is by Jack's request. He really likes Elvis.

Wise men say
only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

The mun can't do it. She can't keep Mara out of the bar till she talks to the other Star Wars-muns.

So Mara's in the bar. In an armchair, and a kyleme beside her. Stupid kyleme. It's a child's drink...but Ben's gotten her hooked. Woe.

She's staring into nothing, her fingers steepled, redgold hair falling into her face.

Come and prod her.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse is in the bar, at the bar, mulling over a few of conversations he's had in the last couple of days. We would call it brooding, but for once, while pensive, he does not seem to be in a bad mood.

He's got a glass of water and a half amused, half puzzled expression on his face. Come distract him before he laughs, smiles, or does something equally malapropos. He doesn't really understand these good moods.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

Illyria's in the bar.

She may be in a good mood. Or not. It is hard to tell, with her.

She's been vaguely around. If you have slowtimed threads with her, come poke at her mun on AIM to remind her.

If not, here she is again, for your chatting pleasure.

And just because, she's doing that thing where she makes blue electrical sparks fly between her fingertips. Sometimes to recall the voice of the shell, and sometimes just because she likes the pretty lights, and showing off.

[summary: Illyria meets Witch Baby, and Mara, talks to 'Nasse, and has some odd recollections that tie her to the version of Fred in-bar.]

Current Mood: shiny

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's sitting at a booth, sipping at a milkshake as she writes a couple of things down in her datapad. Every now and then, she mutters a curse or grins proudly. Kriffing mindmeld.

A distraction from Zekk's sim flight probably would be nice right about now.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom comes in from out back with a sketchbook under one arm, looking slightly rumpled.

He takes a moment to look around for an empty table.*

gone_byebye

Ray lumbers down the stairs from his quarters; he's wearing a black long-sleeved shirt covered in shiny, dark grey panels and a pair of jeans. It's lunchtime, and he might as well be sociable.

jack_inthegreen

[ooc: Post-Wedding. Slowtime is great. Open to all the bar.]

Outside, near the ceremony site, are tables and chairs and a place for dancing. On each table is a cornucopia, spilling over with food. On the center table is a cake, surrounded by bug-shaped chocolates. There's a champagne fountain, juice for those who don't imbibe, candles lit everywhere. There are flowers for every guest, with the tiny elephant charms.

This space is blessed by the presence of many gods. Eat, drink, dance.

creator_raven

Raven is sitting at a booth, legs stretched along the wall, and head hanging over the side of the seat.

He looks amused, and oddly still.

There's a plate of cookies on the table. Sugar cookies. With icing. In very interesting shapes.

Keep him company? He likes meeting new people.

huge-threat.livejournal.com

[OOM: Werewolf in the booooathouse. Yes, I finally plucked up the courage to do something with him...]

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

Elizabeth Imbrie, dressed in a dove-colored skirt and a pale green top, is in the bar. She has her camera slung over the back of her chair, and she's waiting for her manicure to dry before she orders a drink or does anything with her hands, like drawing.

She'd welcome conversation, even if you're going to be cryptic about the early 1940's.

((OOC: Wobbly net connection; slowtime &/or delayed tagging possible.))

fearcrow.livejournal.com

[OOM: After this.]

It's his day off.

But Jonathon Crane doesn't like the stillness of his apartment, so here he is, sitting out of the way in a booth, staring at the opposite end of it and drinking coffee.

~~He won't bite. He's not that crazy.~~

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon is back (don't ask how the trip went, it isn't done yet), and settled by the fire with a cup of tea, a book, and a pensive expression.
Hector brother no Lysaer is mine Hector is someone else what about
Not because of the trip. Because of everything else.
Emanuel I never had a child Avar tane who is what am the girl who follows me the first I ever forced
He could use company.

namo

He is by the lake.

Námo has been standing there, uninterrupted, long enough to see late night stars fade to early morning sun. Early morning sun faded to bright afternoon. And now, artificial dusk was approaching. He had gazed up into the created firmament, his mind replaying the events in the Bar.

Do you wish to interrupt his reverie?

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil enters the bar with a tall glass, frosted with condensation on the outside, and his recipe book and his notebook and pen. He has decided to try some new recipes - why not? People might like them.

He sits at a table and sips his - well, it could be water, it looks like water - and opens the book at random.

oneman_onevote

Havelock is in the bar - at the Bar, too, with a cup of black coffee and a calm demeanor.

This is not exactly new, but there it is, anyway.

Come say hello.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Double your fun day with two pups in the bar! (Since the mun couldn't decide on which one, and figured combo post)

Yes in the red corner, We got Venkman sitting at his usual table, with notebook, books on curses, and some parapsychology texts.

In the blue corner, We got Giles sitting at another table in a quieter section, with more books, only these were a mix of history, and topics on the occult.

Feel free to bug either one.

(ooc: sorry for the abruptness, but it's gonna have to be slowtimed. Possible plans came together anyway. I'll be around later tonight. Feel free to tag Giles and Venkman in the meantime, and I will tag when I get back.) Back now.

Current Mood: cracky fun, whee!

eilinel.livejournal.com

Eilinel is out in the gardens, now, tending to not only her own athelas, but Asar-Suti's plants and most of everyone else's.

It's looking very good. The autumn plants are beginning to thrive, and she's proud of them, and of being a gardener.

She's also proud of the small baby that is in her arms.

Come say hi.

notsoharmless.livejournal.com

At a corner table, a young girl by the name of Dent and a small boy by the name of Addam sit -- Lyrae Dent, as she is now, not comfortably in her usual armchair with her cape, but sitting with Joar.

Who she does still quite consistently believe is her son, and he's got no reason to think she isn't really his mother (just acting very strangely).

He had bad dreams last night, so she's gotten them ice cream.

Logic: Nice-tasting things solve problems.

Temporarily.

They're probably discussing music.

lyra_silver

There are infinite Oxfords in infinite universes. In the Oxford behind the open door, the clocks are ringing the hour.

Lyra and Pantalaimon climb through the doorway.

"Do you suppose he's here?" Pantalaimon asks.

"He promised. Of course he'll be here," Lyra answers him.

onehoopyprefect

Ford's in the bar again.

He's reacquainting himself with the idea of returning to his job.

(This means he is sitting at Bar trying several new drinks and making hastily scrawled notes on the backs of napkins.)

Feel free to poke witha stick or something.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

There's only so much homesickness a girl can take before she just has to leave.

That's why there's a Tahiri at a booth with her bag, having one last milkshake and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Want to catch her before she goes back to her world to skip through a few months of new canon? Now's your chance.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Lyrae comforts her "son" after a nightmare.

Milltimed to last night

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace, once again drowsing on the couch by the fire.

It's a good thing to do.

Especially when one has finished one's work.

...

Which perhaps possibly Ace has not done yet. Hrm.

futures_of_ash

Rachel has never kept track of time well, it's a proven fact. She moves through it to often to ever try to wrap her mind around the actual passing of days and hours. So it was a bit of a shock when she stepped up to Bar and received...a cupcake.

Not just any cupcake either. It was chocolate, and had whipped, red frosting. And a candle. One of those stupid, thick candles that should go on a three year old's cake, but squashed impossibly onto a cupcake.

In the shape of a question mark.

For when not even Bar could tell her honestly how old she was.

And if anything, that single fact was enough to make her sigh and walk away, heading upstairs and leaving the confection on Bar's surface.

[ooc: No tags please]

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen bounces in from the Stable/Lake door, puppy and kitten in tow. After getting them food, and herself tea and a tray, she looks around for anyone who looks like they need help, or friendly conversation, although she wouldn't be averse to being bugged either!

Come pet the cute animals, or just say hi!

un_fallen

Raguel walks through the door and makes his usual scan of the bar for potential problems.

After taking a thorough catalog of the current patrons, he turns around and opens it again, ready to back out before it's too late. And pauses.

Damn it, he isn't some kind of mindless tool of destruction (usually). He can control himself (sometimes). He's always managed in here before. (Except for that one time.)

He comes back in, decisively. Feel free to show him what a bad decision this is.

muddy-mutt.livejournal.com

There's a puzzled young (well, young-looking, anyway, younger than he should) man at the bar. He's got a cup of coffee but he doesn't seem to be aware of it. He's looking at the wall as if it had turned bright pink a moment ago (which it hasn't) and as if he disliked pink very much (which he does). Please help him out of his thoughts- but don't approach if you wear pink.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

The discovery of the library has kept Anne busy for the past few days, and so when she comes down the stairs, her arms are full of books--some that she plans to study, some as a treat for having studied.

She can't quite see her way, though, and the books are looking a bit unbalanced. Let us hope she does not trip on anything.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Hannibal walks out of the kitchen and posts the night's Dinner Special:

Appetizer:
     Mussels on the half shell with butter and pesto
     Spinach Quiche

Soup Course:
     Ten Bean Soup with Bacon
     French Onion Soup

Entree:
     Barbeque Ribs (beef or pork)
     Pheasant a la Orange

Dessert:
     New York Cheesecake
     Honey and Almond Crepes

Dinner done, he vanishes briefly, returning in another form.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

99 bottles of Ras'lak down the hatch, 99 bottles of Ras'lak.
You break up with your boyfriend and drink them all, 0 bottles of Ras'lak are left.

Piss-drunk, dren-faced, ex-Peacekeeper bitch in the bar. You may have been hearing things, or she may have actually giggled. Be careful, she is mood-swingy and can be a bitter drunk.

[OOC: Thanks to all who threaded *loves and flees*.]

redhorserider.livejournal.com

She's licking the blood off the back of her hand when she enters the bar. She's had a busy day and decides she needs a nice break.

She goes over to the bar, obtaining a glass of red wine and a warm cloth to wipe the blood off her face.

Current Mood: busy

dalekity.livejournal.com

There is a Dalek by a booth. It has a wooly hat on. And a scarf.

How strange.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in through the front door, dressed in civilian clothes today. He's carrying something in one hand, something small enough to be hidden from view.

He's looking for someone in particular, but would be happy to talk to other people.

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

It could be the escalation of Her Kind and Their Kind and Various Other Kinds in Milliways.

It could just be that she's tired of lawyers for the moment.

Either way, Sariel's here, now. Whether you like it or not.

sane-bombardier.livejournal.com

Yossarian at a corner table. Trying to juggle three balls this time.

He's managing it, albeit sporadically and slowly when he does. He needs more practice.

Distract him if you like.

OOC: AIM will not let mun back into chat. Huh.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Have you ever seen a Slayer waltz?

You have now.

Because the front doors are opening, and Faith is coming through them, rumpled and disheveled, mysteriously barefoot, humming and wearing an expression of unmistakable bliss.

She's also still wearing the blue dress destined to one day be part of Nick's wedding, with the bodice top and full skirt.

And did we mention the doofy grin?

bloodyrockgod

At some point post-wedding, Charlie sits at the bar and unknots his tie. "Tea with honey, please," he says in a hoarse voice, and drinks it gratefully when it appears.

After a moment the Bar also gives him ice wrapped in a towel, and he smiles ruefully. "Thank you, Bar." He holds the ice to his fingertips. He has callouses, yes, but he still gets blisters.

subtle-will.livejournal.com

Will hadn't quite trusted the door to be there, after that one perfect night, but it was, and it worked, and even though he still isn't sure how, it is not letting any Dust through.

So he supposes it is safe.

He seats himself by the fire with a book, Kirjava curled up beside him, watching the room curiously.

"It's a strange place, isn't it?" she says, and he nods, dark eyes flicking up to look about him, now and again, before turning a page.

It can be as strange as it likes. As long as it means he can see Lyra, he doesn't care how strange it is at all.

balletrat

*Meg comes into the bar through the front doors, absently rubbing her left arm with her right, and sits herself down at a booth.*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed to Thursday, Elaine tells Christine Chappelle that her father has left the bar. ]

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

[OOM: Elaine breaks. Highlight for whitetext.]

a-spy-adrift.livejournal.com

Bourne comes down to do his daily check on the door, hoping as always that it's reappeared. But no, as ever he is greeted by a blank wall. There's a deep sigh and he heads for the bar for a chicken salad and some water, just like he does every day.

He's nothing if not methodical. It gives him a security that he can't get from the blank space in his head.

forsaken-bard.livejournal.com

A young boy dressed in somber black with unruly dark hair is sitting crosslegged in a chair by the fire.

He alternates between playing the flute and scrawling bits of music on napkins. The child plays extremely well, and is intent on what he is doing.

Come and admire his work, or tell him to hush.

velocitygirl

Inyri Forge sits at the bar, Wynnsa the puppy on the bartop, eating some dog food.

The puppy is eating that is, Inyri's staring at a glass of Whyren's and absently stroking her puppies back.

Come and chat!

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

There's a small man in the rafters. He's decided that it's high time he checked the building out properly, and anyway, he likes climbing things.

He prefers lounging around with an ale though really, so if someone spots him, feel free to point out that there's no way to get out through the roof. He'll appreciate the excuse to stop.

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is here, staring moodily into her teacup.

She's allowed to be moody, occasionally, you know.

[ooc: Not here too long.]

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha's in the bar. Wearing a light coat, and a dress, and she looks rather done up.

She's just arrived in from Andrew's latest play, and New Jersey decided tonight should be chillier. It is October 1st afterall.

She takes a seat in an armchair and kicks off her high heeled shoes, with a sigh.

Come and chat!

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House isn't surprised his closet door leads to Milliways and steps through the threshold almost gratefully. He's got a full bottle of Vicodin in his pocket, and he's definitely not going to complain about that.

So there you have it. House is back. May as well, since there's no new canon for a month. *wails*

petriedino.livejournal.com

The door opens - or maybe disappears - and a very small pterodactyl flies through.

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria is in the bar, with Alex. He's awake, this time. Come meet the baby.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles is still in the bar, researching. Books in obscure languages and symbols as usual.

There's not a cuppa but a glass of scotch.

Hmmm... oh dear. He is pacing himself, but felt he could use the self-medicating.

Go ahead and distract him.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy sitting quietly at the bar, thinking, not worrying particularly, just thinking. The kitten is sitting on his shoulder playing with his hair, but he doesn't appear to notice.
Come and poke him, should you feel inclined. He will welcome all conversation.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

In the woods, two not!felines go a-hunting ...

abs-denham.livejournal.com

One Abs, sitting in the bar with a beer.

He was supposed to be going to the cinema with his girlfriend, but she cancelled on him.

So now he's sitting at the bar, looking out for anyone interesting to talk to. Or indeed anyone uninteresting to talk to.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt.
More specifically, he's at a table, with pizza and a soda and a mild case of table percussion. He's looking a bit better than he was a few days ago.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd's in the bar, with the books, a History of Homosexuality by him, as well, Kinsey's, and a book of collected poems for reading.
He had that just out the shower and dressed look about him, after another day of working in the garden.
There was something else about him, something not as obvious. Contentment, some growing confidence, and centered.
He was at peace in his environment and appeared to wholly belong here.

Go ahead and speak with the content young man.

Current Mood: peaceful

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse. Booth. Food and a drink, though it is likely only water. Unfortunately.

He's staring at the table rather blankly at the moment, but wait a few, that will change.
He's got a lot on his mind, but a distraction would be welcome.

For both him and his mun.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

To no one's particular surprise, there is an empath in the bar. However, there's an empath in the bar not in her usual skirt and blouse, but in a pair of black pants, tall buckled boots, black leather greaves which look more like sleeves than a sort of armour, and a purple rather tight shirt, along with her hair tied up with black ribbons. She looks more like a resident of Coruscant than Valentine. Especially with the blaster in a holster at her side.

She's writing furiously at a pile of papers, finishing one, and moving on to another. It seems like she's writing letters. Bug her, please!

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

She comes inside only for a minute, to pick up the cake she baked especially before heading back outside.

In her wake, she's left more cakes, biscuits, chips, dips, juices and juleps and party foods than you can shake a stick at.

Milliways, Jack and Gil are married!

mogget_cat

*There is a not'cat lounging against the bar. His mun has leftover birthday cake, so please forgive the not'cat's smug demeanor.*

*He's considering ordering the Pheasant a l'Orange for dinner. Hm. Come help him decide.*

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina's sitting at a booth, playing with her glass of Whyren's and staring at her datapad. Zekk's upstairs, asleep already, giving Jaina some quiet time alone. Tahiri left earlier, and Mara all but demanded that the Joiners go back home.

Maybe it's time she gets back to her duties. But the thought of leaving Milliways isn't one she likes.

A distraction from all this thinking would be very much appreciated right now.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow. Booth. Book. Tea. Some assembly required.*

majereblack.livejournal.com

*Raistlin in the bar looking to be in something of a decent mood. Wow...go fig. Sipping tea and leaning back in a comfortable chair. Come on over and have a chat.*

Current Mood: calm

creator_raven

There, curled in a booth, inhaling cookies, drinking milk, and looking far too comfortable for so small a space, is Raven.

He seems content, also.

Considering how restless he's been lately, this is something of a surprise.

Or it is, if you've been paying attention.

He looks, also, as if he wouldn't mind company.

Join him, he's got extra glasses for the milk.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

One newly appointed Co-Chief of Security in the bar, near the fire, with coffee and a cigarette, still in the clothes he wore to the wedding.

There are certain people he's hoping to speak to, but that doesn't mean he'd refuse conversation from others, as well.

inquisitivehero

OOM: Hank Gives Catherine a present and she decides to surprise him...

((ooc: Warnings for NC-17 sexuality in graphic detail.))

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar. He doesn't look exactly disgruntled, but he doesn't look like a ray of sunshine either. Perhaps he could use some company.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is seated at the bar proper tonight. Yes, she has tea and she's in a much better mood than she has been the past few days. Company would be most welcome.

capt_angie

Angelina.

Bar.

Firewhiskey.

Paradoxes.

That is, Angelina is at the bar with Firewhiskey and paradoxes.

gonna_live

Kaylee comes in from the lake door at sundown, rubbing the back of her neck. The swing she's been building is almost done -- the seat is finished, and so is the frame. All she needs to do is hang it up, and paint it.

But that's for the light of day. She doesn't go outside by herself at night. Not any more.

She settles at the bar -- in the middle -- with dinner and a very tall glass of ice water. And pokes at her food. She's tired.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al has been gone for a week.

He was not gone from Amesteris a week - it was more like five minutes, and Ed thinks that Milliways is a strange dream brought on by not enough studying, so Al did not bother to tell him about Candyland. It's not a secret. It's just something Ed hasn't asked about.

Now he is back in the bar, and this time he is reading very studiously, with an urgency borne of closeness. He has lost a week to Candyland, and does not regret it, but now he is almost there. Ed is almost there. He can feel it. Soon, they will have their mother back.

He's reading another one of Dad's books. This one is new - bigger, older, suspiciously stained. There are pictures - most of them are somewhat disturbing. Animals were not meant to combine that way, and humans were not meant to be opened like that. He covers the pictures with his hands as he reads. That will not happen. Can't happen.

A bowl of ice cream is melting beside him. He has forgotten about it.