milliways_bar | Oct. 3rd, 2005

Oct. 3rd, 2005

gramarye1971

Merriman (complete with appropriate icon) has the chess board out again, and a glass of port and the Times chess problem are close at hand.

It's a tricky one, but the remaining Red bishop is on the point of being captured.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan is back in the bar, back to being curled up by the Observation window on the table, back to being curled up with her dark green snake and making patterns on the the table.

Illusions.

Ropes and threads of glowing light, twisting and turning and looping and plaiting on the table.

Cetlic knots with snakes that aren't really there, made by a princess with an odd, discontent expression on her face.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: A turn for the better? We'll see.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_the_empty_one/

There is an emperor in the bar. A young one, and pretty, if you like the type. And ignore the dead eyes.

"...this place again. Wonderful." And he even manages not to sound sarcastic.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Today For You Productions is born]

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Heero and Duo are at by the lake, standing on a part of the ground where the dirt is packed down. Heero has his arms crossed, and he's looking at the other boy with a determined sort of expression.

"Alright," He says, "How would you like to do it this time?" Rules? Or just go all out?

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric was once again outside in the grass by the lake, watching the stars and finding them to be wildly different than the last time he'd mapped them. This both puzzled and intreigued him, and was also a bit frustrating, as it meant he had to start all over again.

That's what he was doing however, brow furrowed just slightly, barefoot for once, legs folded beneath him, boots set to one side just in case he needed them again.

( Ha! I said I might be dropping pups into the bar on occasion and I've done it. Only have a bit more time online 'cos I'm finally starting to be sleepy, but slowtime is love)

aj_crawley

[Letter to 'Dora]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly has a dream that wakes her and Alain and leads to some disturbing realizations. Rated W for Woe and P for Plot.]

nofaceforme.livejournal.com

Times were tough. You walk through a door, you get stuck in a bar because some higher beings were bored, and you were supposed to accomplish something personal.

Most of all, his wallet was getting lighter.

Damn it.

At the bar, the faceless man was there again, gloved fingers linked together tightly. Things weren't looking too good.

Stupid higher beings. Stupid being Bound.

If he had a face, you could be sure that the Question was frowning.

Current Mood: annoyed

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

OOM:Amanda and Thomas Date

Millitimed last Thursday

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy taps at his Rather Unusual Looking Laptop, Mark II, as he sips at a drink.

He is sitting at a booth to the side and occassionally glances up as if looking for someone or merely in thought.

He smiles a lot too, in between a few frowns.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks into the bar looking exhausted. She orders a coffee an sits down at a booth sifting through papers from her briefcase.

Come and chat, she doesn't bite.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Today will be a day for the forges, for the most part, but last night Gimli discovered a hole in the toe of one of his socks and a bad patch in the heel of another. Therefore, his morning's breakfast is being eaten rather slowly. One cannot, after all, consume sausage and knit in the round on four double-pointed needles at the same time. Not with any kind of efficiency.

nita_callahan

Nita's ready to go.

. . .But she's awfully attached to Milliways at this point, so even though she's looking forward to home, she's taking the time to finish up her tea, sitting at a table near the door.

[OOC: Leaving for class shortly, threads will need to be slowtimed.]

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd had gotten up early, and changed into scruffy clothes for working in the garden. He gave a brief kiss to dozing Neil before throwing his gardening apron on, heading downstairs, and out back, grabbing gloves, tools, and basket along the way. He headed out back to check on the fruit and vegetables, seeing how they were doing, and what was ready to come in. Hmmm... maybe the corn?

He could always use the reminder to take a break every so often, or chat while working.

(ooc: ~~mun's got class at 9:25a, and will be back a bit later, so thread's slowtimed till then. Go ahead and tag in the meantime.~~ Back now.)

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

[Quick Pre-Milliways]

Jack trots down the steps, rod in hand and goggles on. His jacket is on, as it's getting chilly out and it's always a little chilly up high anyway. But he's hungry, so he stops by the bar before his flight.

last_adam

[OOM: Adam is drunk and upset. Alanna is confused and concerned. Talking ensues.

Millitimed to Saturday night, post Ethereal Never Have I Ever.]

born-on-monday.livejournal.com

Solly at bar.

Solly sitting on floor eating frog again.

Solly wave to Jackstar. Jackstar wave back.

Solly doing well.

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick dreams

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick trots down, looking a little shaken but still well. He's carrying a book of invitation templates, which he plops down on the counter. He's still looking, still hasn't found anything he really likes, and he's considering making his own soon enough.

Come bother him, or help him out. He'd love to talk.

[ooc: munlunch at work]

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse
Bar
Brandy
Blah
Really, that's all there is to it. It's one of those days.

ariseinmight

Melkor appears in the bar once more.

He is still sporting the wings that he grew during his conversation with Sariel. They stretch from cheek level down to mid-calf and are brilliant white, except for the blood-red tips.

He is sipping thoughtfully at a glass of Atlantean, but it's clear he'd welcome company.

If anyone would dare approach, that is.

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

Catherine inna bar.

With coffee, and a melissa blue (it's a butterfly, ask Grissom) fluttering around in a small box, and a stack of DNA analysis reports beside her.

It's a CSI thing.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon enters the bar. He looks a little bit drunk, but isn't. Right now Arithon is rather, mmm, terrified that adding alcohol to his system would just make the situation worse. Far worse.

Ath forefend it get worse. Ath forefend.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

There's a familiar face out and about. Which can only mean that food supplies are dangerously low in the suite. Having retrieved a BLT and a coffee from the bar, he retires to a table and begins to partake of a late brunch. He doesn't seem down, nor is he full of bouncy cheerful energy. In other words, it's your bog standard expressionless Indiana Jones.

Situation Normal?

awesome_lilly

After this, Lilly and Alain come down from her room. Alain presses a quick kiss to Lilly's hair and murmurs something to her before heading off for the Staff Wing. Lilly heads straight for the front door, opens it, and looks for a long moment before closing it and turning back to the bar. She gets a rather large (even for her) mug of coffee and curls up in a side booth to wait for Alain.

She doesn't look happy.

last_adam

[OOM: Letter to Crowley.]

gone_byebye

To Do Before Going Home:

~~1. Compensate for 'falling off very tall building' being default state when I walk out the door~~ done
~~2. Construct proton thrower system for fighter jet mount~~ done
3. Install thrower
4. determine feasible way of closing spatial rift
~~5. figure out how to handle Shandor himself~~ done
6. come up with way to defuse building

Ray is not good at hiding his to-do lists when he's eating lunch in public.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

At a table usually occupied by a much younger woman is a middle-aged woman, with a bit of an exasperated look on her face. She's reading a datapad, poking at it slightly frustratedly. Her clothes are the style of the New Galactic Senate, hair tied back simply. If one were to look closely, she seems oddly familiar. Do come talk to her.

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

Holmes is sitting near the door, plainly brooding over his long-cold cup of tea, and his eyes are overcast. He looks frankly grim, and in a terrible humour.

Of course you want to speak to him.

[OOC: Due to reasons of plot, this will be Holmes' last appearance in the bar for some two weeks. Limited time offer! Act now!!11!1 ....yeah.]

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

[OOM: From, oh, easily three months ago, Joyce confronts Xander about a few things. Such as her supposed death. Angst aboundeth!

... I know that I suck.]

the-damsel.livejournal.com

[OOM: A fight between April and Holmes takes a turn for the worst.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

Ron Weasley thumped down the stairs, a dance and a skip to his step, a dreamy smile on his face.

They had snogged outside, near the lake for about two hours, and Hermione had even let him put his hands up her shirt a little bit, so that he touched her stomach and sides, and really, Ron could not imagine life being any better. Well, he could--he could be getting sex and Voldemort could be gone forever, but still, barring those two things, life was as good as it could get. It was magnificent, it was brilliant, it was wonderful, just like the lovely, lovely, clever bushy-haired girl who had kissed him into his present blissful state.

Humming cheerily to himself, he ordered some orange juice and took out his exploding snap deck to play solitaire. Mostly, because it was the sort of game where he could stare off at nothing for a while, to relive his favorite moments from the other night without it looking peculiar.

Life was good.

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria is sitting somewhere in the bar, quite near the fire, with Alex, proudly wearing her shiny new press badge.

Come say hi.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*The door opens and a sick looking girl stumbles in. She isn't thrilled by this. she took the day off at work and was all decked out in robe and fuzzy slippers. She was gonna spend the day locked in her room with a stack of records, her iPod and Rolling Stone... Instead she opened the door to her bedroom and found herself here. Penny is curled up in a booth with her iPod. She could use some company.*

alivefive.livejournal.com

Johnny 5's in the bar, reading again, seems to be his favorite hobby, this time it's a book on human anatomy, oddly enough.

Current Mood: cheerful

namo

You may not recognize the face, the height, or the clothes, but one look at the eyes, the skin, and you know who this is. If you have met him already, that is.

Námo is seated in a quiet corner of the Bar, a stack of books on the table in front of him. He sips his tea, something he has discovered he likes quite a lot, as he reads through the last of the stack.

He had gone to the library earlier in the day and asked it for various books on feelings, emotions, and the difference in sexual arousal between males and females. He is determined to have an answer to a question that has plagued him for days now. If you look at the spines, you will see the library delivered a hodge-podge of titles: I'm Okay, You're Okay, Don't Sweat the Small Stuff, Chicken Soup for the Soul, The Joy of Sex, and The Kinsey Report on Sex.

Also, set father to the side, obviously read several times already, is The Silmarillion.

Do you wish to disturb him?

notsoharmless.livejournal.com

In the bar, at the Shiny New Piano, are a dark-looking pair.

Lyrae on the piano, and Joar next to her on the flute.

... playing what could very well be an excellent rendition of Beethoven's 7th.

It's really very lovely. You can talk to one or both, but don't expect either to be sweetness and light.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie, journal, tea, booth.

Simple life, simple needs.

the_seafarer

There's a boat out on the lake.

She's small, and white, and her sails look like wings against the water, because Caspian needs to feel the freedom of wind and water and man and boat, but sailing can be lonesome, sometimes, and so the boat tacks and skims gracefully into shore, where Caspian anchors her momentarily, whistling.

There are only a few fine days left. Not much more time to take to the water.

diehard_daniel

Daniel is sitting in a booth with a cup of coffee in front of him.
The bar happened to give him a good book on sociology so he decided to give it a try...
It's been a while since he's been seen in bar and it looks as if it's a welcome respite to him.

OOC: As stated in crack chat, mun has interview @ 5:30PM Eastern so slowtime will most likely be needed but any and all threads are welcome.

flame-and-void.livejournal.com

Rand steps in through the front door, removing his cloak and folding it over an arm. He looks through the bar intently, business on his mind, as he makes his way up to the bar to order a drink.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava is down in the main bar. As she has mentioned to others, things do keep 'interesting' around here. It has been moving into one of those times for her and hers.

So, right now she's curled up in one of the chairs by the fireplace, with cat and cup of hot chocolate. Some comforts, while she tries to figure out what she can do about things- that is, if its possible that she can.

drumbaby.livejournal.com

Witch Baby's back in the bar, eating fig newtons out of the box and drinking just plain water, 'cause the sugary OJ was making her kinda hyper. The camera's still dangling around her neck, but she's pretty focused on the fig newtons.

[ooc: mun has class at 7, so after that slowtime would be of the good]

greyphoenix.livejournal.com

She just needed to get away. That was what drove her. Sanity already in fragments, she didn't question where she walked, what she said or did, or where she was. All that really mattered was that she was in a bar. Bars were for people who wanted to get really, really drunk. And that sounded pretty good.

Jean sat down at the bar, waiting for a tender to take her order, before noticing that this place was anything but an ordinary bar.

Current Mood: drained

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, with her Security badge.

She's sharpening a rather menacing eleven-inch knife, and looking as if she might be inclined to use it.

Come say hi?

pen-velui.livejournal.com

~~because her mun can't resist the references~~

Rather like Peter Wimsey and Yoko Ono, when Luthien found this new book of music she was wondering for quite a while who James Earl Jones was.

But now she's simply practicing the song, quietly.

"We walked past the tarmac and boarded the craft - the rain had me chilled to the bones. Just the three of us took flight that night, uncle Richard, me and James Earl Jones. And the pilot, he gave me a blanket while the tall man sang to me in deep rich tones ... goodnight, goodnight sweet baby, the world has more for you than it seems, goodnight, goodnight sweet baby ... let the moonlight take a lid off your dreams ..."

People who know the song may be inclined to be amused, but as it isn't likely - bother the ~~canonical Mary Sue type~~ practically perfect singer with a comment, if desired.

someonesdog

It's raining in Ankh Morpork. Solid sheet rain that ignores umbrellas and hats and can cause one to go from dry to soaked in 0.27 seconds*. So when Angua steps into the bar, removes her helme tand shakes out her drenched ash blonde mane, someone is going to get wet.

*average time for a damp value as calulated by Thompret the Bored one long Sektober.

supersymmetry

Fred's curled up in a nice big plush chair with a book.

Well, okay, she's sleeping on said book, at present, having never found out that the bar has rooms.

Someone ought to wake her, as her arm is definitely going to fall asleep the way she's lying on it. Also, she only has a few more days in the bar before doom. Yes, she did just get here, but you don't think she can stay out of blue's way forever, do you? Especially now that they're sharing memories.

At any rate, do nudge her awake. She's not mean to anyone, so she won't be to you, either.

vive-amour.livejournal.com

Absentminded French terrorist sitting and daydreaming by the fire.

He has a glass of wine, some buttered bread and a book that appears to be distressing him a bit. Come poke at him and watch him get all confused. It's fun!

nita_callahan

[OOM: Homecoming.]

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's still outside, staring darkly at a tree. It's uncertain whether he's been there all day and night, or whether he's just happened to come and sit in the same place as he did last time. The latter is more lightly. His socks have stopped singing, and are instead squeaking to each other. They may be talking about the weather.

Come and bother him. He doesn't bite. ~~Much.~~

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, and Alphonse Elric steps in.

You won't recognize him, though. The little boy who read difficult books and drew circles on the bar is long gone, by his time.

Now a seven foot tall suit of armor stands in the bar, clanking hollowly, with glowing points of light where there should be eyes.

The perceptive might be able to tell that he's surprised. It might even come across if you're not perceptive - after four years, Al has learned how to compensate for his inability to express emotion. The movements are more exaggerated, there's a certain tilt to the helmet, and the glowing points in the eye sockets have expanded.

"Here again?"

And if you knew Alphonse Elric, it will be the voice that's familiar - because it's still the same sweet little-boy voice, echoing metallically, but unchanged.

He ~~looms~~ stands in front of the door, too surprised to move.

blue_ajah

Moiraine comes down from her study, carrying a slim leather journal, and moves toward her preferred table.

A few minutes later, she has obtained tea and taken a seat. The Aes Sedai is watching the comings and goings of people in the bar.

Calmly composed, outwardly serene-- and yet there may be an impression that she is preparing for something.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There's a faerie inna bar. Though he doesn't look like the faeries most people think of. This one is tall, ankle length hair, silver earrings running up the cartilage of his ears to their pointed tips, everything else about him is black, right down to the black t-shirt, jeans, and shoes. The silver accessories can't be seen are his daggers Snick and Snack, though those are hidden on her person. He's been spending a lot of time with Merry, and had wandered away to check out the rest of the bar, scouting out potential dangers.

Right now he's sitting in a booth, watching people intently, possibly too intently for a person's liking.
Come tell him to stop it, and possibly strike up conversation with the sidhe warrior.

((OOC: The Mun is hopping back and forth, but will be around to tag back. Responses may be slightly slow in the beginning.))

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

ticktickticktick

Random is in the bar.

TicktickTicktick

Eating supper and desperately trying not to count down the hours.

TickTickTickTick

The chopstick he's tapping against the counter might be a little annoying.

half-sidhe.livejournal.com

There's a Sidhe princess in the bar. She's sitting at the bar, legs crossed, head tilted a glass in her hand.

Reading some more books on fae magic, she looks much more relaxed and happy.

Come and say hi

[The small terrorist er..baby living with me is very active so if I'm slow, please forgive]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is resting beside the bar, his eyes closed. But yes, his sign is up.

"WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. MAY I HELP YOU?"

a-fell.livejournal.com

[Letter to Nymphadora]

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen's in the bar again. Kitten and puppy are with her. She has her tray, and is looking for anyone who looks like they need food, a friend, a distraction...whatever, really. Come say hi!

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine has kept her promise. She's eaten every day since Ryan's been gone. She's spoken to at least one person each day as well.

She never promised she wouldn't drink, however.

To her credit, she didn't come down to get drunk. She's eaten something, even. But the cider tasted so good, so she just kept drinking it. She can hold beer rather well...but she's never been able to hold her cider.

She hasn't moved from her barstool in a couple of hours. She's not feeling too strangely, but she'll definitely need help when she tries to get up.

badinlatin

Mal has a long conversation with Simon, and Mal dreams about Tracey and Wash. Highlight for whitetext with Simon. -flees to woe-

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert. Couch by the fire. Coffee. Entrance post brought to you by the letter C.

conflictedhero.livejournal.com

OOM: Pre-Milliways: Bruce looks for a Diner

A middle-aged man with very brown hair walks into the Bar and stops, looking confused. Behind him, the door vanishes. Bruce Banner stares around, his confusion growing higher. This isn't the diner he was headed into. He catches sight of the observation windows and his eyes almost bug out of his head.

He looks back to see the door, and sees it gone, and shakes his head, trying to understand what has happened.

He looks forward at the people in the bar, shaking slightly, looking a little green. Seeing the bar, he staggers to it and, clinging to it like a lifeboat, looks around for someone, anyone who might have answers.

mogget_cat

*Un pas'chat est sur la barre, joue sa guitare. La musique est tres belle. Venez dit salut.*
*A not'cat is on the bar, playing his guitar. The music is very beautiful. Come say hi.*

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is in the bar, by the fire again. She looks more cheerful this time around though nothing has really changed. After witnessing Petunia knitting a few solar days ago, Bar decided it'd be amusing to play a small joke. This would be why Aeryn is sitting with a pair of needles, some pale blue wool and Knitting for dummies. She can't seem to get the hang of it and is currently sitting amongst a tangled pile, which doesn't look anything like a baby's jacket. Laugh and she's likely to poke you in the eye. Well, probably not.

Current Mood: annoyed

gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com

Molly had been away at home for months, and she now looked about 18-19. She was briefly surprised when the door she opened led to Milliways.

"Huh, this place again."

The Irish fey/human artist has returned.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar, 'cause he's already in a couple threads, so he might as well have a proper entrance.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is seated at a booth with a beer and the deck of cards the Bar gave him. He frowns at the cards he has set out in front of him, biting his lip a bit as he thinks. It seems that the game of solitare has got him stuck.

Who wants to offer ~~not so~~ helpful suggestions?

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Michael and Maria are sitting together in a booth, playing with Alex where Maria holds him in her lap.

Feel free to tag one or both.

like-father.livejournal.com

There was one Lian Harper in the bar.

Except for that it wasn't as simple as that statement suggested. It was true that Lian was indeed in the bar, but it wasn't the Lian that was usually around the bar -- it was a toddler Lian.

She was rather tiny as she fit into the nook of one Connor Hawke's arm -- his age hadn't changed -- and she held onto him as they entered the bar from Ashram, where Connor was taking vacation. Her hair wasn't the flaming red it usually was, but was black instead.

She looked around the bar, trying to see if there were any playmates, wiggling in Connor's arms.

( This is a two-person post. As in, this is an entrance post for both Lian and Connor. So be ready to play with both! :D )

collects_ears

George slips behind the bar. He glances at the Special's board, quickly adds a few more things to the list, then announces:

"Tonight's specials are Stir fry with peanut satay sauce with rice, baked Nan bread with mango salad, and chocolate walnut cake. Tonight's drinks are, Dark and Stormy, Diplomat , The Dragon."

"What'll it be?"

kindred_spirit

Gil Blythe is here, theorically studying the geometry book open on the table in front of him, but probably mostly watching for a certain redhead.

Feel free to come distract him from either occupation, he's still pretty new and would like to meet some new people.

smart-ewok.livejournal.com

The mun's obviously insane. She mourns not being able to put one character in, so she breaks out the Ewok.

Oh dear.

But there is Kolot. And he is in the bar. At a booth. With not a Whyren's for once. He has a lum.

How interesting.

Come and chat with the Ewok.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's seated at the coffee table, studying a book filled with large, glossy photographs of ornate gardens.

ETA: Uh. I didn't see Kim's entry till I'd posted this. I can smell your brains?

agirllost

Kim's sitting in a booth reading about gardens. Feel free to bother her.

edwardishungry.livejournal.com

*An Edward wanders downstairs, with a computer on her head and goes to the bar*

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha! In the bar.

Looking slightly forlorn, yet even with that forlorn-ness (it's a word, shush), she's still looking dapperly Sam. Nevermind she watched her best friend (and the boy connected to her brain) leave yesterday.

And she doesn't have a puppy. She gave that to Wes.

And Andrew's in Jersey for the night.

And--

Okay. Enough. Come and chat with her before she dwells on these things.

losthewar.livejournal.com

Henry Dean is in the bar. He looks ... content, if not quite happy. He's got books in his hands, and doesn't look so much as dazed upon his entrance. There's a peaceful look to him, overall.

In the end, maybe content is better than happy, anyway.

turnipman.livejournal.com

helo!

Todays dinner SpeciAls Ar:

Starters:
Belarussian Carrot Salad
Chicken Liver Paté with Cognac, with Red Onion Salad

Main courses:
Sri Lankan Lamb Curry, with lemon rice
Confit de Canard (French Preserved Duck), with sautéed potatoes and vegetables
Grilled Venison Steak with raisin confit, served with garlic mashed potatoes
Spiced Chickpea Cakes, with Noodles and Onion and Coriander Salad

Desserts:
Prune and Date Cake
South African Milktart

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne comes down the stairs, looking solemn, and piles her books at a nearby table before going to get her usual tea, but once she has it, she doesn't open the books, looking instead into her teacup as though it might hold some answers.

It doesn't.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[ooc: Pre-Milliways: Barty finds Morgan by the forest, and she tells him that she can't see the front door anymore. They talk briefly of the Dreaming, and then the fact that both of them have things to do outside Milliways at some point. He goes to the lake as she stays, trying to think, but she finds she really can't. Whitetext in the last link]

Morgan walks in from outside, her shawl still tied around her waist and eyes as dreamy and distant as ever. Going straight upstairs, it is perhaps an hour before she walks back down again and throws one of her books on the fire.

"My son," she informs the burning pages, "is not evil."

A pause as the scholar in her starts to protest, and a sigh as the witch draws out her wand. A few spells later, the book is resting at her feet, perfectly unharmed.

"Stupid book," Morgan mutters.

[summary: Morgan and Maria talk about Morgan's unborn child's future before gardens and other worlds. Adam and Morgan discuss Mordred briefly before going very silly. Collars are mentioned. Then Morgan starts to fall apart, and it ends up with her in tears before Adam takes her up to her room.]

Current Mood: distressed

book-moshi.livejournal.com

[OOM:

Book sends a wave to the crew of Serenity]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

Bianca is sitting at the piano, playing a piece of music that hadn't really been played since the middle of the 1700s. It's a lovely piece, though.

Just a little haunting.

tim-drake.livejournal.com

( OOM: Kon visits Tim in Bludhaven. Dinner ensues, as well as a game of Soul Calibur that Kon foolishly challenges Tim to. Mega-threadzilla. )

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: Stay tuned for tonight's thrilling installment of the Doctor Who saga: Flames of Retribution

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

No civilizations, Time Lords, or cups of tea were harmed in the making of this made-for-internet broadcast.)

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

There was a plane in the bar, except he wasn't a plane at the moment. He was a human and he was re-reading the binder. Even with it committed to memory, he wanted a chance to see into the mind of the person who had written it. Perhaps if he could catch a hint of inflection beyond pure technical jargon, he could understand their real opinions toward him. He knew that they would be... limited, if anything, but he couldn't quell his curiousity.

Even knowing it would hurt him in the end.

jane_drew

*Jane wanders down the stairs with her journal and rucksack. She's taken to keeping it packed. Just in case, you see.*

*She weaves through the crowd of tables, excusing herself politely to those who scoot their seats forward so she might pass. Heading to the Bar, she passes close to the door. She stops, her eyes drawn to it, and steps forward. Her hand closes on the doorknob, and she turns....*

*...and nothing happens. The doorknob will not turn, and the door will not open.*

*Still.*

*It would take someone who knows her quite well to notice the deep disappointment hidden in her eyes. She had been so sure it would have let her out this time. Taking deep, calming breaths, she turns away from the door and continues to the bar.*

*She settles at the bar quietly, sipping her cup of tea, and begins to write.*

the_antiangst

(Semi-OOM, or: when meta!crack suddenly turns into real threading: Mark and Angel, on the topic of birthdays. Millicanon after the muns stop interfering, and Millitimed to sometime before Mark and Syfte left the bar.)