milliways_bar | Oct. 7th, 2005

Oct. 7th, 2005

number-ten-ox.livejournal.com

Number Ten Ox tried to find the outhouse earlier, since that's what he came in the strange door for in the first place. Eventually, one of the wait rats took pity on him and led him to the bathroom.

The flush toilets have been an object of horrified, boggled fascination for some time now, but their charm is starting to wear thin, so the big fella ducks out of the bathroom and looks over the vast and splendidly terrible array of patrons in the Bar.

One-eyed Wong would die if he knew he was in competition with this place, Ox thinks to himself.

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Claire writes in her journal. Tis v. v. short.]

ladyfirestarter

The front door opens, and sunlight streams in around the figure of a woman in her thirties, wearing jeans and a green cotton blouse.

Charlie McGee steps into the bar and looks around.

"Here again," she says in tones of mild surprise.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah had somehow managed to get to Milliways from her hotel closet the same as she got to it from home. This made her happy. She set two bags on the bar, "Can you make sure Raven and Penny get these?" She smiled as the bags vanished, giving the Bar a pat and asking for a root beer float, which she got, alongside a plate of nachos, that she'd be more than happy to share.

( Raven )

( Penny )

river_meimei

River is tucked under a table. She's wearing the duster again; it puddles around her.

She's tracing designs on the floor with a finger, although it's hard to tell whether she's interested in the designs or the feel of the floorboards against her hand.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

[OOM: After this thread on Tuesday, Zoe heads back to Serenity to find Wash.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda comes into the bar. She orders a pot of coffee and heads over to a booth. It is fairly obvious from the bags under her eyes that she hasn't slept much and she is visably worried about something.

Come distract her from her woes.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Ako is in the bar. Later she may be on the bar, she does that at times. Its a Fox thing. So, yes. Ako is in the bar, having a cup of tea because much as she enjoys the pettings, she has yet to convince Wellard that Foxes should have tea.

latino_menace

OOM: Millitimed to earlier today, before Ramon and Random came to the bar together ~~and got shattered into a million tiny pieces, omg~~. So yes...Bianca comes to talk to Ramon.

You know those conversations you have when you run into your ex's new partner? Yeah, this is nothing like that at all. It's a bit more fucked up.

Warnings for pinktext. Wow, whitetext sounds so much cooler...

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

[oom: Millitimed to last night:
After a rather pleasant evening in the bar, with an unfortunate ending Ramon and Random stagger upstairs to shatter. I'm tacking on a warning because though there's nothing specifically adult, there's a lot of pain and a lot of crying.]

oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com

I stagger down the steps like a drunk and nearly fall flat on my face when I hit the ground level.

I wish I were drunk. The reality's a lot more unpleasant.

I was Bound, unable to leave and go home, and while the room I'd taken had proven safe enough during the day while here, the lack of my home earth in the bed with me had made the coma that took up the daylight hours a maelstrom of nightmare and dreamvisions that took more energy than it gave me.

I could feel my body shaking as I made it to the bar and slumped myself over it, but there wasn't a damn thing I could do. No Escott. No Bobbi. No Stockyards either; those would provide a temporary fix, but a fix all the same.

Through the fog that hazed through the shambles I could charitably call my mind, I remembered that this bar was special. That it could get me what I needed.

"Cow...please..."

The red stuff was down my throat and I was asking for a refill before you could say 'ew'.

auntie-di.livejournal.com

Aunt Diana is in the bar.

She's relatively cheerful. But if you call her Aunt? That will change.

Very fast.

She's eating a poisonously sweet cereal.

always-thirsty.livejournal.com

Mouse trots in, Thomas in tow. Just a pair of jogging shorts and a t-shirt, but he looks good.

As always.

He's glad to see the bar, though, and stops by the counter for some water.

yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com

The paper, the pencil, and the black lines across the page all indicate that the smallish boy with the distinctive hair is drawing. The quality indicates that he is Not Very Good At All, and should never pursue a career as a manga artist.

Perhaps someone might mention that his boredom could be turned toward more worthwhile activities.

poetperry.livejournal.com

A young actor in the bar. He was tucked up by the fireplace perhaps enjoying the warmth thrown by the blaze, cold tended to cut right through him after all.

A mug of hot chocolate sits balanced on the arm of the chair, lean fingers holding it in place and a big book sits open in his lap.

Come say hello or ask him what he's reading, Neil always enjoys talking to people and has a smile for everyone.

the_seafarer

There are only a few days of proper sailing weather left, and Caspian intends to use them all.

Which is why he is down by the lake this morning, instead of in the stables, whistling cheerfully as he rigs the Hope for a sail. It's a small boat, but plenty big for two, or even three. Shame he's the only one there right now.

lvpd_sidle

The door opens and Sara walks in, fresh from new canon. She's in a relatively good mood, as the case did not take the better part of a month.

She is quite botherable.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

( OOM: Thomas and Amanda working out by the forest )

bloodyrockgod

Seth leans against his daddy's chest, trying with great concentration to grasp the book Charlie's reading rather than the stuffed monkey intended to amuse him.

Charlie is lying on one of the sofa, one hand holding Seth, the other moving his book out of Seth's reach. This game could go on for hours.

gone_byebye

If Ray tries to cram any more Sumerian incantations into his head, there will be an explosion, and it will be messy.

So he's downstairs in the bar with a cup of coffee and a nice sensible engineering journal and the architectural plans for 55 Central Park West.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli has been at work in the forge for al of yesterday and most of today, but eventually even dwarves have to eat. He's come into the Bar now in search of lunch and a good pint. For a Dwarf, he currently looks mighty sociable.

number-ten-ox.livejournal.com

Time is just a tiny bit strange in Milliways, a thing which Ox does not know yet. What he is aware of is that he had a ltitle too much to drink last night, and that he fell asleep in one of the chairs, and that he has awakened in the bizarre wineshop with the freakishly brilliant display outside the window and no one has robbed him blind and naked.

This may call for celebration, or not. he's not really sure yet.

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

It's a remarkable thing, when a muse gets all comfy-like in someone's head the second time into the bar, instead of the first.

What does this actually mean?

Well, it means that that unassumin' young man from last night is still hangin' about, playin' merry hell with his typist's syntax.

At the moment, he's sprawled on a couch, absently and sneakily flinging cookies at people, ninja-style.

agirllost

Kim doesn't want to be in the bar, but she has a message she has to deliver.

If you're Trillian or Puck, she's looking for you.

If you're anyone else, she'll still talk to you, but she's more than a little breaky.

Current Mood: worried

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael is sitting on a barstool with his sketchpad, alternately working on finishing a drawing and just idly watching the morning crowd.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM: Bring Her Home - After hearing Nita's message, Jack goes out to the lake to shatter in private. With whitetext of great woe.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There is an Ace sprawled on the couch, listening to tunes through an old tape player she had in the TARDIS.

No, she's never really gotten into iPods. She hasn't even properly begun exploring the world of CDs yet. Tapes are what she knows.

And it is entirely possible that she's listening to music rather than reading or solving logic puzzles because the world persists in looking a bit wonky. It was kinda a rough day, yesterday.

(ooc: Will be back in an hourish.)

nita_callahan

[OOM: On Earth, Nita receives Kim and Jack's message.

Strategic Withdrawal. I cannot emphasize enough that this is SPOILERY.]

oneman_onevote

The Door opens, and a tall, thin man walks in. Cold blue eyes examine the bar and its inhabitants.

Havelock Vetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, sits in an out-of-the-way booth. A waitrat silently brings him some water.

He watches inscrutably.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( Natural history and pet names... )

[OOC: October 7th - Indy and Delia visit the Natural History Museum in Adam's London as part of their long weekend away. Delia is stunned by all manner of dinosaurs and Indy learns some new things too. It's cute and educational fun for all the family. Just like museums should be. After some freaky meta, we discover how Delia's new pet name came into being. Then they go shopping, eat at nice restaurants, see shows, have sex in expensive hotel rooms and generally have a wonderful unRPed time prior to all this doom. The end.]

red-mare.livejournal.com

It has been a very, very long time since Jah-lila approached any daya, save Ryhenna whom Jan brought out of the City of Fire. There were no such creatures in her herd's homeland, and even had there been, they would have dwelt too closely with humans in her memory.

Here, now, for the moment, she finds herself homesick enough to approach the stables. There are no unicorns hereabouts, true, but there are daya and their kind within. And a little bit of home is better than nothing, perhaps.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's slept, a little. Not enough. But there's a newspaper to publish and staff to meet with and so she has to be in the bar. The Bar has coffee, at least, and she's planning on going to get some immediately as she heads down the stairs.

Instead, as she enters the bar, she sees Arithon on the ground and screaming in some kind of twisted synchronicity with some man she's never seen before.

Plans change. Lilly's there as quickly as she can be.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

~~Whee, mun got paid account back!~~

In the bar there was a booth.

And in the booth there was an Aeryn, with a baby.

The baby was adorable and watching his mummy knit with quiet awe. Every so often she looked over at him in his baby basket to check he was alright.

And with Aeryn and the baby, was a chance to talk. Come take advantage of it, or squee over Andrei.

[OOC: Will be here for ages and ages with a tiny break for feeding cats]

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

Somewhere outside (most likely coming from wherever the stone wall is located) is the sound of gunfire and breaking glass.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

There is, for a moment anyway, the most beautiful Willow tree anybody's ever laid eyes on by the lake, and then, all of a sudden, a short red-headed Irish-American woman is walking into the bar looking refreshed.

She's practicing for Winter. It's her first one in Jack's place and she wants to do him justice.

undignified

It's a Wes, at a table, people watching.

He's boooored.

He's got a bottle of Whyren's.

Nope, that's really all. He really is bored.

balletrat

[OOC: Meg and Andrew, upstairs tonight. Warning for - well, not much, except extreme fluffiness.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava barely came in the back door in time to hear the screaming. A moment of shock, and by the time she gets halfway to ground point, Lilly is already dragging Arithon for the stairs.

A quick decision-
If that was Archie she was dragging away-
And Svava is getting a piece of paper and pen from the Bar, quickly scribbling a note for her to give to ( Bianca ) before running to the stairs to catch up.

agirllost

Kim hasn't been able to find Trillian and Puck, so she goes up to Bar and asks for a piece of paper and a pen. Her hand trembles slightly and she sits down to compose the letter. She's not sure she'll be able to say it more than once.

( To Trillian and Puck )

"Can you make sure that Trillian and Puck get this?" She folds the note once and it disappears. "Thank you."

She heads toward the lake door to look for Chase.

Current Mood: worried

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's curled up in a back booth.

If he looks like he hasn't been sleeping, it's because he hasn't been sleeping.

And he might look a little hostile.

That's all.

mapmakerchur.livejournal.com

Chur is sitting at a table, poking at what's left of her fried eggs. She doesn't look particularly hungry, and every so often she glances warily around the room.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is in the bar, nursing a beer. The door still hasn't shown itself to him, and it's grating. Even if time's stopped outside the bar for him before, he still has problems with the idea that his teammates are stuck on a ship full of man-eating aliens. And so to distract himself, he's focused on his beer and on the Atlantean card deck the Bar gave him as he plays solitare. Despite his expression, he probably wouldn't mind being interrupted too much. It'd be a distraction, after all.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

[ooc: OOM - after the conversation with Ramon, Bianca flees to Sydney. Warnings for Ashie Possibly Making Stuff Up about Geography of the city, and Bianca being, well, a Catholic vampire with whitetext.]

jedipilot.livejournal.com

[OOM: Two months after leaving Milliways, Jaina, Zekk, and Tahiri are sent on a mission to Kril'Dor to investigate illegal tibanna gas mining. There they discover a little more than expected.]

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

The number of divine beings in the bar increases by a Chris.

He sits at the bar, sipping a glass of white wine and reading a handwritten letter that's making him smile. The ink is green, the handwriting old-fashioned and ornate.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is sitting somewhere in the bar, not looking at the fire.

http://users.livejournal.com/_myloveisreal/

[ oom: Elaine visits David. As usual, it is kewt. ]

always-thirsty.livejournal.com

Sheila and Thomas: The Unfortunate Realities of the White Court
[warnings for heavy adult content and also massive angst]

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara opens the door of the bar, thinking, hoping she'd end up on Ossus, and she'd run off to find Ben home.

And safe.

But no. It never happens like that. Instead, Mara finds herself standing in Milliways. A year older, but it never shows. Unless you look at her eyes.

She sighs heavily, and moves into the bar, sitting at a table.

Welcome back to Milliways, Mara Jade-Skywalker.

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone's much cleaner now, though her dress shows no improvement: it is still creased with wrinkles, and has long since faded from its original shade.

She's never been very fond of dresses, anyway.

Right now, she's curled up in the armchair that she's begun to stake out as her own (hopefully, no one will show up to disabuse her of this notion), watching the patrons come and go from behind one of its arms.

Current Mood: intrigued

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Putting the pieces together - mirrors this scene.]

nita_callahan

[OOM: In as much as adventures have an end, this is it.

For now. Very mildly spoilery.]

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

There is a XanderXanderXander in the bar.

Or rather, allow a slight rephrasing, lest you imagine that Xander has been tripled:

There is a single Xander in the bar. He is sitting quite innocently by the fire, and may or may not be worrying about Mel and Lilly.

Poor guy, right?

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Chloe's sitting at the bar, sipping at a latte and flipping through the paper. In between people watching. Lots of people watching.

Why not? She's at a bar at the end of the universe. There's bound to be something interesting gonig on.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

There was a little Anne-girl, who had a bright red curl, not quite in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good. And when she was bad, she was utterly carried away by her temper.

Luckily, that doesn't look likely to happen.

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen enters the bar, from the lake door, dressed for riding. She looks a bit chilled, but quite cheerful. Come say hi!

un_fallen

Raguel's in the bar, limping again - or more likely it never went away completely. He's been working hard, which tends to wear on him, but seeing the inside of the place again after a week away brings a smile to his tired features.

A smile... with a hint of smugness. It's a rare encounter with the devil when you feel you've come out on top. An unlikely situation -- and probably extremely short-lived.

[OOC warning: Major spoilers for Murder Mysteries in this thread!]

guppy_sandhu

After a few days of ~~the mun sending the laptop to be checked by an IT dude and then swearing at it a lot when the stupid thing still didn't work~~ resting there is a Guppy in the bar, at the bar, with a small pile of paper, a Virgin Mary (as in the drink) and a kitten.
He is looking at the drink with a certain degree of suspicion, as would be expected of a man who had ordered a drink he had heard of just to see what it was.

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim slips down through the bar and leaves an envelope on the Bar. "Will you see that Arithon gets this, please?" He watches it disappear. That trick never seems to lose its novelty, now that he's gotten over his fear of this particular magic. "Thank you."

( To Arithon )

He orders a drink and goes to find a seat at a booth. Come talk to him!

Current Mood: good
Current Music: [poem is by the mun. plz no yoinking without permission!]

theravenboy

It's been nearly a year, now, since the day Bran heard music out on the hills where no harpist should be. He is playing the tune he heard that afternoon now, on the golden harp of the Light, as he comes through to Milliways.

[Summary: Bran brings Anne Shirley flowers. For obvious reasons, Bran and Gilbert Blythe do not get on. Bran and Ako discuss family issues -- mostly Ako's family issues, actually. Bran and Guinevere discuss music (slowtimed).]

creator_raven

Raven is in the bar, smoking a cigarette.

It's an addictive habit, you know. Well, that, and he likes blowing smoke rings.

In between smoke rings, he eats cookies.

Sometimes he takes a drink of milk.

There are several clean glasses about, as well as plenty of cookies.

He looks like he's waiting for company.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia has finally decided to give the other patrons more of a chance, and to socialize a bit more in the bar.

Thus, she is sitting at an out-of-the way table, intently focused on her knitting. There is a cup of tea and a plate with two scones and another half-eaten one on it. And clotted cream, of course.*

idle-gentleman.livejournal.com

The door opens...and the number of well-dressed gentlemen in the bar goes up by one. Lord Goring is looking immaculate as always, and was clearly on his way to an engagement - he's carrying his cane and gloves and his top hat is firmly in place. However, whatever the appointment was, he's looking pretty damn pleased to be back at Milliways.

Come say hi. He may well buy you a drink.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

She comes in from another day of work and gets a glass of red wine and a small bowl of cherries from the bar.

She takes her seat at a table and uses her teeth to pluck the cherry from the stem.

obligatoryass

Logan's in the bar, and he's still in a foul mood after having seen certain things at the Neptune Grand last night, only one of them pleasant. And that one was, he would admit, extremely pleasant, and also hot, but the rest? Seeing the girl he loved come out of someone else's hotel room was not really at the top of his to-do list, thanks.

He'd been laying around the poolhouse ever since, not doing anything at all. Kendall hadn't called, and neither had his current best friend, Dick Casablancas. No surprise there - Dick was chasing a piece of ass, and Kendall - well, she had mentioned that Big Dick would be around more this week. Logan had rolled his eyes and cracked up inwardly.

When he finally got up to take a piss, he found the door opening into Milliways, not the john, and he groaned. Great, he'd have to be social now.

Logan orders a cup of coffee, wishing there was whiskey in it, and takes a seat.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Take a look, it's aTim in his natural habitat! The wild Tim Hunter, otherwise known as the Merlinis Openerus is identified by his dark plumage, a black that is often claimed to be the same color as his soul. The sunglasses are a unique addition to this specific Tim, not quite the evil glasses of the Othericus Openerus but a more original, creative representation of his desire to remain hidden.

To find a Tim in his native hapitat is not that uncommon of a feat. Natural feeding habits and of course the closness of the mate creature Pyro Totalus result in the Bar being a perfect place to find this Tim.

Not just his foliage, but the accompanying accouterments which reads "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?" shows that the Tim is looking for accompaniment of any kind.

badinlatin

Mal actually came out of Faith's suite pretty early today. He slept. Not entirely well, but nothing like his past couple of nights. That potion works wonders.

Mal is actually up for conversations, actually. Maybe.

Well...try him out and see. Just don't take his coffee.

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain is in the stable, giving the horses their afternoon grain.

Or, because this is Milliways, their afternoon bloody raw steak.

long-neck.livejournal.com

*There is now a baby dinosaur in the bar, looking around curiously.

That is all.*

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

It's warm, sitting in the sun wrapped in a cloak. Warm, and nice, with a snake in your lap contemplating a grave.

...

Well, maybe that's just Morgan. That's where she is, though. Sitting outside, Arianrhod curled in her lap, gazing thoughtfully at Tim's grave.

You never know, she could be thinking about cloud-shapes.

maxwellsdemon02

The fire is nice tonight. Duo is sitting at the foot of one of the armchairs, bare feet stretched out towards the flames. He's humming 'Eleanor Rigby' and flipping through a thick book.

It is apparently a local dialect Mandarin dictionary, dated AC 196. Well. To each their own.

Current Mood: calm

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer.

Lake.

Swimming.

Pile of clothes on the shore.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

Bianca's at the bar, though for once she isn't looking lady-like. Instead, she has her arms folded on a table, and her head resting on her arms.

People watching.

And so very, very drained.

She still has the rosary twinned around her fingers, too.

Current Mood: blank

latino_menace

Ramon's in the bar, alone this time. There's an untouched cup of tea in front of him and a pack of cigarettes that haven't been opened.

He hadn't wanted to come down. But Random needed to sleep and he didn't want to disturb him with his madness. And to be honest - he isn't really here. He stares off into the distance, his mind in a place where no one should ever have to go.

Anyone is welcome to try and talk to him, but whether there'll be much sense out of him is quite another matter.

river_meimei

River has a small rubber ball. The sort you'd use to play jacks, or bounce off the walls.

She's doing neither. The ball is resting on the table, motionless. So is her chin; she watches it intently.