milliways_bar | Oct. 4th, 2005

Oct. 4th, 2005

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric was in the bar, at the bar in fact, and he'd just discovered the joys of ice cream, as well as finding that he could pay for food at least by doing calculations and sums for Bar. It worked out well, even though he was fairly sure she could do them herself, as she seemed quite proficient at it before he came along, but it was something at least and he had the sense not to argue it.

Currently he had a banana split, with two bananas, six scoops of ice cream, each a different flavor, and enough toppings that they were spilling out of the dish, he'll probably share if anyone asks, and he does like to meet people

(I've got until my da' and my brother get back from the store, not sure how long that'll be, but it's a bit of time at least, other than that, slowtime is love)

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Nymphadora Ebola Tonks.]

futures_of_ash

Telepaths shouldn't drink. Telepaths shouldn't drink at all. It lowers inhibitions, controls, barriers...but when such are already down for the moment, well, it doesn't hurt. So, she's been working on a bottle of wine, celebrating, though it doesn't look it.

She's curled up on herself, leaning against the edge of the bar and alternately laughing softly and crying...

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

*Will steps through the door, and begins to make his way towards the bar.*

*He looks pensive, but only as any other boy might; he's thinking about a history lesson. He's supposed to have an essay topic chosen by tomorrow.*

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda comes into the ba wearing sweats and a t-Shirt carrying a large gymbag. She goes to the bar and orders fruit, coffee, and a copy of a JRR Tolkien book.

He breakfast arrives with a copy of "The Hobbit". She sits down and begins to ~~research~~ read.

She seems to be in a jovial mood, so please come and chat.

gone_byebye

Ray's awake, which is a start.

He's in the Bar, which is also a start.

However, by the look of him, he's having some difficulty with the concept of 'cocoa puffs are food'.

Possibly he could use some assistance?

inquisitivehero

Morning finds Hank McCoy trotting into the Bar, and placing a note on the Bar.

"Please hold this for--"

And the envelope holding the note vanishes.

"Thank you, Bar."

And then he is out into the back area.

( A Note for Catherine Willows )

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

The Door opens and an Elf, dressed in simple, yet elegantly made Elven clothes, walks in, then stops short in surprise, the bag he has in one hand falling to his feet and the sheathed sword he has in the other twitching in his hands.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees the crowd of mostly Men and he starts to turn when the ring on his right hand flares into brilliant blue light.

He flinches but doesn't cry out as he stumbles sideways in reaction, and the Door slams shut. Looking to where the Door was and yet is no more, he soundly curses in Sindarin, Quenya, Entish, and Orcish. He looks around and then down at his ring which has returned to a slightly glowing state. He stares at it in surprise for a moment and then sighs.

Moving methodically, he straps the sword onto his hip and, his face calm once more, he picks up the bag he had dropped and walks forward to the bar. He sets the bag down and settles onto a stool, knowing that whatever fate has led him here will claim him soon enough.

Elrond Half-Elven has learned in his over-6000 years to be patient at least.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon is in the bar, watching the door. Or the wall. Both. Its a little hard to tell, what with the lack of focus in his eyes. He's trying not to think.

It works about as well for him as it does for his counter part.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in the bar.

One day left.

He's not exactly marvelous company, but he'd like a distraction. Or someone to tell him to eat something, instead of just drinking coffee.

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess has slept, and she's had some time to think, and she's almost smiling as she comes downstairs, an envelope in one hand.

She spends a few moments talking to Bar, in a very low voice that can't really be overheard. When she leaves, the envelope is gone, she's got an apple, and she's carrying something that seems to have surprised but quite pleased her.

She looks around the room for a moment, and thinks about sitting down, but she's really not quite feeling up to company yet. Maybe later. Or tomorrow. Maybe.

And so she goes back upstairs.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace has put it off for quite long enough. Really, she's written the report so many times in her head, she doesn't need to use her notes as reference anymore. So there's an Ace, curled up on the couch, a pile of notes written in a scrawling shorthand that's comprised of more languages than just English, putting the final touches on her report.

It's early. She could use some cocoa.

poetperry.livejournal.com

This morning found Neil to be a very busy young man indeed. He was settled into his usual booth with coffee and the remains of an egg sandwich but more impressive was the scattering of books spread far and wide across the table.

History texts sat in amongst different bits of literature the likes of which read Shakespeare, Chaucer and even Homer's The Iliad sat open to different pages. Hard to tell what Neil was trying to teach himself today but obviously he was working on something.

Still, despite his obvious concentration on the books in front of him, dark eyes occasionally dance towards the door. The door that he tends to give a wide bearth to and finally at one point, he throws his pencil down and rubs his hands over his face.

He definitely looks like a young man who could use a distraction or two.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan is curled up by the fire, looking pale and listless. She absently stroking Arianrhod, but doesn't really seem to be paying much attention to anything around her.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[Delia is in the bar, sitting elegantly at a table with a cup of coffee.]

[she's also busy translating something. Wouldn't mind a distraction, though.]

prydeful

Kitty. In bar. With coffee and a sleeping dragon.

Mun. In library. Bored, and with two hours to kill.

You do the math.

lvpd_sidle

A CSI's work is never done. Sara is analyzing fibers beneath her microscope.

She isn't adverse to being interrupted.

[ooc: Slowtime, please.]

bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com

*Polexia wanders downstairs, she hasn't been down in the bar in a while. but she decided she could use a drink. She looks around for anyone familiar but doesn't see anyone. Come introduce yourself, she is friendly.*

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

( OOM:Amanda and Gimli Spar )

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer atta bar, with lunch and coffee. Feel free to poke.

(OOC: Mun has much yardwork today, so may have to invoke slowtime.)

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria is wandering around with her press badge on and Alex in a carry cot, looking for anyone she recognises as having got married in the bar lately. She has an assignment to do, after all.

Conversation with people not in that category would also be welcome, of course.

obligatoryass

Logan opens the door to the Casablancas house, looking for a bit of a romp. He'd planned his greeting to Kendall with care - something typically smartass and wry, but obnoxious enough to get that annoyed, eye-rolling look from her before she dropped whatever she was wearing on the floor.

So imagine his surprise when the door leads to Milliways instead of an illicit tryst with one hot stepmama.

Still, he's not displeased, exactly.

deadlyparasol.livejournal.com

Amelia enters the bar for what she thinks is the first time.

It's shortly after her wedding, and she's still glowing with happiness. She and Emerson were on their honeymoon - in Egypt, of course, where else? - and she had woken and bathed. When she opened the door to the bedroom, she was startled to see a huge bar full of strange people, rather than her still-sleeping husband.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita's having weird dreams.

Later, Nita's dad makes a suggestion. Mildly spoilery for Wizard's Holiday.]

mini-supes.livejournal.com

The one thing Kon had never thought would be possible is that he'd -want- to be in Bludhaven, let alone be displeased to leave it. But apparently the inhabitants of a place changed your feelings about it a bit, and even if it was a grubby place that tasted and smelled bad, he'd still have liked to stay longer.

But there was only so much he could miss, and even if he was able to pull one weekend away from the Titans, he couldn't pull it away from school. Or home. So it was back to the grind for him.

But when he steps into the bar instead of his third class for the day, he's kind of glad. A break from school is always good, neh? So he heads for his usual seat, and looks around to see if there's anybody to be social at so he can delay going back.

And delay thinking for awhile. That's good, too.

vive-amour.livejournal.com

Marius is sitting curled up on a couch, deeply engrossed in his book and looking slightly green around the gills.

Yes, he's still reading the Inferno. He can't believe Prouvaire likes this stuff.

Come distract him before he gets any more freaked-out.

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: We need to talk.]

Behrooz enters from the outside, looking tired and slightly annoyed. He doesn't go to the bar - instead he sits at a table and puts his bag on the floor next to his chair. He takes out some sheet music and looks at it for a moment, but his eyes wander away fairly quickly. He can't keep his mind on it.

A distraction would probably be a good thing.

~~[ooc: Slowtime needed until around 8:00 est]~~

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

Chase is sitting under a tree out by the lake, knees curled to his chest, staring at his hands as if worried they'll start glowing.

He's had a rough few days.

flame-and-void.livejournal.com

OOM: [[ Rand plans for the arrival of Moiraine back in their world. ]]

not_that_spike

He's always casual as hell, even when the worst possible things are happening.

It's just the way he is. And it's not like there's anything bad going on right now, or anything particularly exciting. It's just living above the bar that brings him down here because why the hell not? Even people in perpetually bad moods can pretend to be sociable from time to time. And really, the ever-present scowl is just part of the uniform, part of the suit of armor. Just like the cigarette and the suit and tie and...

Spike stands by the bar and taps it. "Hey, cup of coffee."

Bar doesn't fail. The coffee is hot and rich and black and tastes like a million Woolongs. Maybe even more. There's only one thing that would make it better, but that sure as hell isn't going to happen in the bar, so... he takes the cup into his hand, leans back on the bar, and watches people. It's what he does, it's what he's always done, and it's probably what he'll always do.

badinlatin

[ooc: After Mal and Simon talk and Mal dreams, he has late night conversations with Jayne and Kaylee. First two links reposted for continuity.]

cywyllog

Outside by the lake, Cywyllog is enjoying the last few hours of sunlight.

And "enjoying" means humming to herself, slowly half walking half dancing barefoot along the grassy shore, hair loose and blowing in the wind.

Come make fun of her, or tell her she's crazy, or just watch. She won't mind.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is sitting on a squishy chair, not near the fire. She's wearing a parody of her t-shirt, which happens to be a vest and reads: "Ex-Peacekeepers do it better.' (As per the icon)

Her knitting needles are nearby, but for the moment she seems to be fed up with them, or at least sufficiently frustrated. Comment on the shirt, the fact that she's knitting, the fact that she's improving. Or start a fight, arguments are always fun!

nita_callahan

[OOM: Before leaving home, Nita dreams. Mildly spoilery for Wizard's Holiday, if you can figure out the symbolism.]

balletrat

*Meg and Svava have spent their afternoon on a whirlwind big-city adventure!

Paris has survived. Mostly.

As for Meg and Svava . . . they step out of a space of nothingness near the front door, looking more than a little shellshocked.*

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's out by the lake again, leaning against a tree and reading a datapad. He may or may not be brooding. Why don't you find out?

arch-sariel.livejournal.com

If you think you might know this man, leaning against Bar and playing with a yo-yo, you probably do.

Appearance aside, along with the spelling of his name, a lot of Milliways has met Saraquael.

It was time again for a brief change, she thought.

So he did.

Just, perhaps, for tonight.

[And I am in and out, so if I vanish? I'll be back. Apologies in advance.]

coming-west.livejournal.com

The bar door opens and Cally walks through slowly, lugging in her arms a medium-sized, black plastic case. She sets it down on a table with a sort of triumphant (though not very loud) thump.

Smiling a bit sardonically she turns around and heads back out the bar door.

She reappears a minute or so later, peering around a pile of books and one or two notebooks in her arms. Those are also placed on the table with a slightly louder triumphant thump.

Pulling out a chair, she opens the black case and takes out a typewriter. A few minutes later she has it properly set up and is staring at the empty sheet with a slight frown.

She may be working on a term paper, but an interruption for a break would not go amiss. After all, it wouldn't do to have Cally go crazy trying to construct her argument about the consequences of the first World War.

Current Mood: contemplative

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

Iago has been around, learning what he can of this strange, magical place he's landed in. Gods and monsters, angels and demons, human and not-quite... it intrigues him greatly.

He's sitting in a booth tonight, watching the people in the bar as if they were players on a stage, but he'll be happy to speak if given a cue.

[ooc: Please, no canon-puncturing.]

robinton-harper.livejournal.com

Masterharper Robinton is back in the bar.

Looking like he has a headache.

Come, tell him there are better painkillers than Klah or Fellis?

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

(ooc--Post this) Helen's in the bar, with Nala and Elena. She has her tray...and a large, leather bound volume, which she seems fairly engrossed in. Come ask what she's reading!

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is very glad she slept for most of the day tonight.

She's got a very bad headache, and the room still looks...fuzzy.

Also, she's not really with it.

Yeah, she's a tad hungover.

But she'll deal with it. It's better for her to work, anyway.

Even if she does look like hell.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

In the blink of an eye, Hannibal can be found standing dead in this desolate five star restaurant, shooting his cuffs and looking like he's been here all along, as opposed to being in another dimension.

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond has wandered this odd place all day, seeking to understand more of it. He took a room and settled his bag in it, but he stil wears his sword strapped to his hip, a long, elegant, and deadly piece of metal.

He put aside the circlet he usually wears on his brow almost unconciously, as well as his battle armor, in favor of merely walking in elvish clothing, the change that Bar provided for him.

He has seen gardens that made him smile and a forest that seemed vibrant.

Now, he comes again into the main bar area and heads to the Bar, not so much to drink, but to see, and hear.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne has been out gathering late flowers and bright leaves from the woods this afternoon, to put in vases and brighten the little white room she shares now with Amy.

Some of the starry white asters have, however found their way into her hair instead of her basket. Perhaps Anne was feeling a tad romantic, out there in the forest.

blue_ajah

Tomorrow will be here soon. The one day that remains is not very long at all.

And yet, she thinks, it may be long enough. All things are part of the Pattern.

Moiraine settles herself in the bar at her preferred table, with tea, and waits to see what the evening might bring.

sai_delgado

The wind whistles loudly through the lake door as Susan comes inside, shutting it hastily against a swirl of autumn leaves.

She shivers, and turns away to go to the bar in search of hot chocolate.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Lobo. In the Bar. Big Grin. Dare find out what happened, while he is getting a big mug of cold ale?

Current Music: ZZ Top - Bad to the Bone

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd finished up his gardening shift earlier, and got cleaned up and dressed. He was hoping to run into Neil in the room or in the bar to see about plans. But he couldn't find him anywhere. He debated on getting something to eat, but felt too troubled. Something seemed wrong somehow.

Perhaps a stroll out back would help.

So there's a poet with a jacket on against the chilled night air, watching the moon and stars over ahead as he walked near the woods.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace hurries into the bar from lakeside, a box in her arms. She doesn't stop off anywhere, instead moving through the crowd to the Bar. Once there, she places a short stack of notes on her polished surface.
"See those get to their owners, yeah? Ta, love." And then she hurries for the back door again with her box.

Time to go hunting.

( For Tim Hunter )

( For Raven, Wash, Claire, Indy, Faith )

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

After some recent conversations, Giles decided something needed to be done. He needed to determine something, and take a long look at himself. So he's in a quiet corner of the bar, with coffee not tea to help him stay tense and focused. There were books and notes by him as usual. There was also paint, a mirror, and some wood. He seemed to be building something.

Dare you ask? You may or may not get a straight answer about it.

hope-halo.livejournal.com

For better or for worse, and most likely for the better, the archangel has returned to the bar after a day spent in the sun. He's a little pink around the edges, but not burned.

Currently poring over a book of names, for his yo-yo, with fluttering gold wings, but Remiel wouldn't mind conversation. He looks a tad lonely.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Behind the Bar for much of today there have been the sounds of hammer on steel, and fire in the forge. Come the afternoon there was sparring. Now there are neither, and Gimli is in the Bar, having a go at a pint of some new beer or other.

Coincidence? We think not.

catchingflies.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Four Days Ago]

The front door creaks open.

The gangly, jumpsuit-clad man who's pushing it has to stoop to fit through the doorway. A small rucksack's slung over his shoulder, and thick hanks of brown hair tumble in front of his eyes.

That might be the reason why it takes him a good fifteen seconds to notice his surroundings.

Flycatcher stops. Slowly, he shoves his hair back and tries to loop some of it underneath his frog baseball cap, looking around with wide eyes.

"Mr. Beast didn't say the apartments were this big," he says quietly.

[ooc: mun is only around for about two hours. slowtime welcome if desired.]

chelleuncurled

For the first time in a while there's a Michelle in the bar. She's got her laptop open and is looking for ideas.

Be careful, you might just wind up in her article.

But anyway, she's also got chips and salsa and is willing to share.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

The mun was going to write a truly awful poem here, but instead she's decided to save you all the pain of having to read it, and just say that he's in the bar with a cup of tea, creature of habit that he is.

Have at.

grey-fool.livejournal.com

A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Which is why the front door opens at this precise moment, letting in Gandalf the Grey.

He goes to the bar and has a seat, and begins to fill his pipe.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard escapes the sickroom by the skin of his teeth.

His hair's a little sticky-uppy.

He strides behind Bar and takes a deep breath.

"Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour.

"Specials are a dirty vodka martini, a tequila sunset, and--" he shrugs, "--a cosmopolitan."

He rubs his eyes tiredly.

"What'll you have?"

boundxkitty

There's an Elizabeth shaped wereleopard in the bar, dressed in jeans and a low cut top, but very barefooted. She's curled over a book, that if you can see the cover, reads The Silver Kiss. There's a glass of amber liquid, whiskey, and some fries on a plate.

She hasn't been around the bar for a while. Come poke her.

Current Mood: bored

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

There is a dandy in the bar.
This is common enough, but his mood is rather better than it has been of late.
He has water and, for once, isn't sitting in a remote booth. Rather, at a table, more toward the center of the room.
This being the case, he may be hoping for company. In fact, he's becoming gradually anxious, waiting for something or someone.
Come find out if it's you.

sane-bombardier.livejournal.com

Yossarian's by the lake, watching the water and humming something by Vivaldi to himself.

Say hello if you like.

Current Mood: Alive

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, which is nothing unusual. Neither is the fact that she appears to be people-watching, curiousity verging on the unnerving. She spends a good half of her time in the bar engaging in that particular activity. The unusual bit is that she's wearing a skirt, something she would generally refer to (perhaps contemptuously) as 'girl clothes'.

Hey, we all need a bit of a change sometimes.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Despite her efforts to the contrary, Snow is relaxing in Milliways tonight, weather she likes it or not. She's at her usual booth with a cup of tea and a book*

badinlatin

[OOM: Inara leaves Serenity. If you want a clue as to Mal's mental state for the next few weeks, this is the OOM for you.]

Captain Reynolds is in the bar. By in the bar, I mean that he's walking up to the bar, ordering a bottle of Johnny Walker Black and finding a back booth.

Approach with caution.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al is outside, sitting by the lake, quietly admiring the scenery.

He'd forgotten how pretty it was here.

azarathsraven.livejournal.com

Raven is outside the bar.

She doesn't care that it's dark out, she doesn't care if she's by the lake alone.

She's had a Very rough night.

So far she's managed to meet alternate evil versions of not only herself but her friends, the alternate version of her so frightening violent she had to leave; she's watched her adoptive father Arithon go slowly insane, and to top that off talk to Ramon and help trigger a psychotic episode.

Sometimes.. a girl just needs a good cry.

So there she was out in the woods trying hard not to cry, but failing miserably.

Teenagers. With all the stress she's been under, it's a wonder she hasn't snapped herself.

((Posts can be found Here and here and finally here))

EDIT: ((Mun needs to head to bed, so if slow time is possible, I'd appreciate it.))

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah is in the bar, reading and eating soup.

There are plates at her table not hers; her husband is somewhere around here.

The book is Anansi Boys, another Bar recommendation. She's liking it a lot.

steadfastknight

Kitt entered Milliways with a bit of pause. Well, at least he'd not been heading anywhere but to the men's room from the main floor of the casino. That explained his rather impeccable suit and tie as he approached the bar - it hadn't been urgent as much as it had been a want to stretch his legs. One could only play blackjack and craps for so long without getting a little cramped and tired. "Bar, if you please?" he requested, and was given a frozen lemonade for his trouble. Kitt smiled. "You know me well," he said, and lifted the glass.

Then an envelope appeared. Curiously he lifted it, opened it as well, and found an invitation to Tony and Michelle's wedding - which had already happened. He sighed. "Oh heavens. I've missed quite a bit, it seems."