milliways_bar | Oct. 13th, 2005

Oct. 13th, 2005

It is entirely possible that the scientist who makes his way down the stairs is the one woeful face in the Bar whose woe has nothing to do with the events of last night. Certainly people morning murder victims don't generally order a beer, then slump down in their chairs so that their legs stick out from under the table and their noses are just about level with the tabletop.

Oh well.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar.
love is pain, and the Slayer forges strength from pain
Her hair is pulled back, her Security Badge hanging around her neck, and she's visibly armed - knives, her favorite machete, the magic sword Arithon gave her.
They don't have a word for what he did to her
She's at a booth, with coffee, a somber expression, and the pebble that opens the door onto Antar for her.

simple-secret.livejournal.com

There is a curious brightly-colored animal moving through the grass outside. He seems to be idly hunting grasshoppers to pass the time. Now and then he looks up at the stars, and crouches still as a dead tree on a day with no wind, only the tip of his white chin visible over the grass to those who happen to be looking from the right angle. Then, without warning, he will flick his tail and pounce into another low stalk, seeking more wild things in the cool night air. This cycle repeats for some time until the animal finds himself heading into the lower grass near the lakeside.

Abandoning his search temporarily, he pads up to the water and lowers his nose to drink.

Approach at will; though his spirit is wild, he has been tamed.

Current Mood: awake

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

[OOM: Sometime late in the night Val is out back]

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Lilly spends the night with Meg, one last time. Warning for extreme woe.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Bernard finds out. Millitimed to about 4 o'clock this morning.]

ucav-tinman.livejournal.com

The door opened. And from a bustling hospital entered an AI. He was moving a bit stiffly, but this was the place he had expected to see.

Eddie smiled. He was back.

He was dressed in pajama pants and a loose button-down T-shirt over gauze dressings. He had scuffy hospital shoes on his feet. In his hand he carried a bag labeled "Personal Belongings." There wasn't much - a few bottles of medicine, a charred flight suit, a few more shirts and two pairs of jeans. But there were cards in that bag, and he was trailing two balloons. One said "Thank You!" The other said "Get Well Soon!"

Eddie was smiling. He'd done good.

Some small part of his brain said 'Take that, Ben Gannon.'

latino_menace

Ramon inna bar again. Not looking that happy about it, but there you go. He hadn't wanted to stay at the apartment without Random there, and seeing as the man was insisting on working at the moment, he figures the bar is a better distraction than just sitting alone.

So, there it is. A not-so-evil-anymore drug lord, putting a large dent into a bottle of tequila.

prydeful

[OOM: Learning about Meg from Lilly. And afterwards. no actual RP cause Emmy and I are overwhelmed with oh so much]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

[OOM: Late last night/early this morning, Cuthbert breaks the news to Susan.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric was once again in one of the comfortable chairs by the fire with a mug of cocoa, just cocoa colored this time, but mint-flavored, and the book of fairytales. He was actually reading it this time, brow creased just slightly, more than likely over-thinking the motives and the plot. Just the way he was though, someone should tell him to lighten up. Or poke him. Or something.

(early morningness, I know, slowtime is love though ^_^)

http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/

[OOM: Sunrise. Ryan returns to the moment he died.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Indy visits Anthy in the office.

There are more threads; they'll be posted later, due to flagrant abuse of millitime and uncertain slowtimes.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Shoes pounding one by one on the dew touched grass as Amanda makes her way around the Lake. Beads of sweat trickle down her brow as her breathing intensifies. Life surrounds her infusing her with energy (not literally).The cool air that caresses her face is invigerating.

But really how long can someone keep it up, Come over and give her a break.

withamagicword

Billy comes in from having run, looking tired and refreshed at the same time. He orders breakfast from the bar, hopefully asking for a chocolate milkshake with it.

He ruefully accepts the homework that accompanies the shake and food and settles at a table to try to avoid doing it as he eats and watches the bar. He isn't quite so bouncy today.

inquisitivehero

Hank is out in the garden, working on moving some rocks that have managed to somehow impinge on where the flowerbeds and hedges lay. His mind is bent on his task as he tries to forget both personal and public woes and just be with something living for awhile.

Every now and then as he moves, his hands brush the hedges and the flowers and he pauses for a moment, then goes on working.

bloodyrockgod

[OOM: In a nod to canon, Charlie struggles with a choice.]

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna's nightmares take a turn for the worse.
This is long-planned plot, I swear!
Warning for disturbing imagery.]

i-read.livejournal.com

It was the friar.

In the bar.

With the book.

the_lioness

*Alanna is in the paddock, riding Mithros bareback. Humming softly, she puts him through his paces; the dull, rhythmic sound of his hooves striking wet grass is remarkably soothing. The cool breeze is enough to warrant a sweater, and she occasionally gives Mithros his head long enough to tug the sleeves over her chilled fingers.

She smiles, patting the horse's neck when he flicks his tail impatiently. It is nice that some things still make sense when very little else does.*

theyounger.livejournal.com

Gary walks in sans paperwork.

Call the press.

He does, however, settle down in one of the corners with a good glass of wine.

opalcity-star.livejournal.com

[Quick Pre-Milliways]

Jack trots down the steps, Teddy in his arms and Rod in hand.

Breakfast for both Knight men, however, is in order and thus they stop at the bar.

Come say hi.

seker-pride.livejournal.com

Good morning Strahan!

~~Good morning Mun-Who-is-Up-at-a-Reasonable-Time!~~

He's sitting in a chair next to the television, and wearing the same night-things he'd worn the other night, but as Milliways comes with laundry service, they most assuredly don't smell like it. ~~Rumour has it the laundry rats use the new Febreeze-scented dryer sheets, but since when am I privvy to what the rodent helper staff has and does not have?~~

Anyways, he's sitting in the chair, enjoying some high-sugar cereal and watching preschool cartoons.

In other words he's his normal "Enjoying My Afterlife" self today.

~~To think that a man who would spend years formulating a complex plan [only to have that plan thwarted of course] could be amused and entertained by the simpler things in life...~~

Current Mood: chipper

agentlemantrue.livejournal.com

[OOM: Charles looks for anything unusual in the greenhouse.]

gone_byebye

Ray did some thinking last night, and then some talking, and then some more thinking before he went to bed.

Eventually, he even got to sleep.

This morning there's probably going to be some more thinking, but it's likely to have to wait. He shoves a note under Dr. Venkman's door (it says nothing beyond 'I need to talk to you' and bears his scribbled name) before coming down the stairs and ordering a small breakfast.

When he's done eating, he's going outside. For now, he's got oatmeal and juice, so he's doing all right.

kindred_spirit

Gil came downstairs for tea and breakfast, and picked up a copy of the Say True, utterly oblivious to the events in the bar of late. ~~It's his mun's fault, really. She's been neglecting him.~~

Now he's at a table, the paper in front of him, a frown on his face, and breakfast forgotten.

He's keeping a weather eye out for a certain redheaded friend from home, but he'll talk to just about anyone.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

Todd saw the single page issue of Say True. Part of him wanted to wake up Neil with the news, and another part decided to let him sleep. No more early wake-ups of grief. Not again. He didn't know her except as one of his boyfriend's bosses, but he was still sad about it. What's worse was how it happened.

Once again, a single gunshot is enough to shatter dreams.

Where will it end?

He tried to focus on his work in the garden, tending to the living, healthy plants with their abundant harvest. Trying not to think about death yet again.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

In the pale early morning light, Chris practices yoga--slow, gentle movements performed with the grace of one who's performed this for many years. It is a kind of meditation, really, a way to focus his thoughts through the ritual movements of his body.

Bridge, mountain, tree, warrior, child.

[ooc: mun may be called unexpectedly into a meeting that was supposed to start an hour ago. we'll see if it actually happens.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is slouched in a booth, nursing a cup of coffee. Not his first of the day, and probably not his last. At least it's whiskey-free, for now.

Why, no, now that you mention it, he hasn't slept much the past two nights.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim is sitting at the bar. In one hand, he's holding a cup of coffee, and in the other is a shot glass of whiskey. He seems to be ahving a hard time figuring out which one is worse.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

I am really going to have to rebuild the Dendromys to carry more weight...or else find a way to install a transporter to the private rooms, Naraht muses as he works. He spent a second night in the garden. Not unpleasant but the bed in his room here is just a little smoother and more comfortable.

After talking with several people and having a long counseling session with Peter last night, he's feeling a little more settled. His issues with the blood on his macro-cillia are by no means resolved, but the nightmare he woke up from this morning was about falling through an atmosphere toward unforgiving ground...which Naraht considers an improvement over reliving the deaths of those three Romulans over and over and over.

So he's back at work in the garden, plowing up the beds and picking out stones. However, instead of saving them for supper, he's using them for target practice. A fallen log nearby has made a convenient target.

In fact, the wood is practically pulped inside the circle that Naraht has cut into it. So pulped that the word "Institute" that he's also carved in there is almost completely erased.

Yes, he's extremely worried about Lincoln.

Come poke the Horta. He could probably use a break.

emersonson.livejournal.com

Ramses is doing what Ramses does best in times of personal stress: Avoiding people. Which would be why he's outside, leaning against the fence for the pastures, watching the horses.

He wants to go home.

mnt_mike

In times of chaos, one must adhere to order, Master Splinter was fond of saying.

When the world around you has fallen apart, you clear away the wreckage in search of bedrock and build again. For Michaelangelo, this means training. It is why he stands by the lake in the barely there light of pre-dawn repeating his kata over and over again. Until every motion is fluid and flawless.

It has been far too long.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

[Before they learn about death here on the neutral ground, Amy and Anne sit up late, and talk about enchantments, and learning that the people closest to you can have sides you've never seen before, and about why, even when you really, truly want it to, some things just can't work out in the end.]

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is, once again and still, in the bar.

She doesn't have cookies. Or tea, or milk, or coffee, or anything else edible.

Unless you count a slightly tattered collection of red rose petals. You can eat them, after all. She's also got some Autumn leaves. She likes the reds and yellows.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael walks in through the front door, grim-faced and in his military uniform.

Maria and the baby are safe on Antar and that's where they'll be staying for a little while, unless he's with them.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is sitting on the fence out by the stables, very deliberately not looking at the greenhouse.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo is in the rafters with a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of absinthe, honouring Meg his own way.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe sits in a booth, where he's been since the paper came out, drinking quietly and remembering many things.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie knew something was wrong before he came downstairs yesterday. Now he knows what it was.

He's sitting on the banister with the kitten in his hands, watching the room with worried eyes.

ariseinmight

Melkor is in the bar.
What would you give?
Sitting at a small table in the corner.
What would you risk?
Watching the events unfolding in the rest of the bar.
What would you dare...
With a slight smugness about him.
...for the power...
How dare he.
...to make it
not
have
happened?

obligatoryass

An obliviously miserable Logan sits alone at a table, his cup of strong black coffee untouched, the special edition of Say True open in front of him.

He hasn't spoken to anyone since he walked through the door from the Neptune High Infirmary, an impressive bruise on his face and tears in his eyes after his fight with Duncan.

Finding out about Meg seems to be the perfect ending to a completely shitty day.

Logan watches the universe end, and he broods.

shelley_winters

How I wish, how I wish you were here
Shelley didn't dream last night, but its hard to dream flickering in and out of sleep and lying awake in the dark. There's a tutu in her wardrobe, she asked for one. She drank coffee instead of tea, which she normally has when upset. She couldn't eat the croissant she ordered for breakfast.
We're just two lost souls
She could go home, but she wants to be here. Leaving would feel wrong.
Swimming in a fish bowl
The girl sits at the piano instead, playing softly, anything that comes into her head, she tells herself. But somehow it always comes back to a tune a man had written from a memory. A love melody, gentle and delicate, but there is loss in it too.
What have we found?
He had loved her, in his way. He would have grieved for her, had he not (died) gone first.
The same old fears
She doesn't cry. It feels right.
Wish you were here.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer's in his booth reading his copy of Say True. A barbecue sandwich sits in front of him in the same half-eaten state it's been since Sawyer started reading ten minutes ago.

He doesn't exactly mourn Meg. He'd had no great love for her, so he refuses to act like it now that she's dead. Still, he will miss her. Sawyer'd always taken for granted that some things about the bar would always stay the same: Alanna will still lecture him any time he stepped out of line, Anthy would still be a head case, Charlie would still be ugly and short... and Squeaky would still be around pimping her tutus on unsuspecting folks.

Understandably, then, he's in a little bit of a mood right now.

collects_ears

George is back in the bar - for the first time in days. Instantly he notes a change in the feel of the place, a mix of gloom and a strong undercurrent of anger.

His eyes scan the room seeking clues and he finds one on the floor.

He reads it quickly and in disbelief reads it again to be sure he hasn't misread the contents. His eyes narrow, and he folds the paper and puts it into his rucksack.

And then, he goes in search of Alanna.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard is in the bar with abeer yet again, looking slightly better than last night. He still doesn't look entirely happy, but at the same time he doesn't look as ticked. And he's not using alien swear words, which is always a good thing. Occasionally, he glances towards where the door should be, frowning to himself.

logical-prancer.livejournal.com

Lisa walks in from the stable area, having enjoyed a nice long ride. She orders a bottle of gatorade and then sits down in a booth. Chances are...she smells like horse. Chances are even better than right now she just doesn't care.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn is at a booth. She's seen the Say True and being a soldier didn't take much note. She didn't know Meg, but somewhere deep inside her there was flicker of grimness, for the life that had been snuffed out. And it meant there was a murderer, an active one, at Milliways. She only hoped Amadeo and Richard kept Andrei away, kept him safe and themselves. Something else too, an anger, burned inside her.

Milliways was supposed to be safe, this shouldn't have happened. Because she knew the grief Meg's friends and relatives would inherit. There would be a shortage of laugher these days and she only hoped it would resolve itself quickly.

Aeryn Sun sighed and took our her knitting, scanning the crowd for people she knew, or even those she didn't.

oneman_onevote

[OOM: In Ankh-Morpork, Puck and Vetinari wander the halls of the Assassin's Guild.

Events take a predictable turn.]

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Naraht's in the bar.

He's attempting to get ready for tonight...and discovering that tutus don't come in Horta sizes. Holographic dance catalogues are being projected for his purusal. He's wondering whether or not to ask Bar to custom make him one, or if he can manage to fabricate a suitible equivalent for himself...

Being over two meters in diameter, that's going to take one hell of a lot of tulle.

Anyone want to be helpful (or maybe not so helpful)?

guppy_sandhu

One Guppy in the bar, at a booth, surrounded by books.
His next exam isn't for ages. He's just trying to feel normal again. And he has his sign up.

The doctor is in

The back of his hand is healing. He hasn't touched it since last night.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Giles is dealing with the mood in the bar by doing something more positive than brooding with scotch.
He's got his guitar out, and he's over near the observation window, singing softly as he plays.

"I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today, oh boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today, oh boy
Four-thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on"
A Day in the Life by Lennon and McCartney

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom's looking pretty cheerful today. He's even whistling something under his breath.

He also has coffee.*

to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com

Breezes stir, and then
without warning, Confusion
(Chaos) enters the bar.

iustus_rex

He's already heard the news that seems to be sweeping the bar.

And so Edmund is quiet, even for him, as he finds tea and a booth.

Sure, he's already dead himself.

Sure, he was never particularly fond of Meg, although he never actively disliked her.

But she meant ever so much to Kitty, and was her cousin besides.

So he's quiet, watching everyone in the bar, as he sips his tea.

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

Some~~bunny~~body's in a cheerful mood, right enough.

Reckon he's had a pretty decent night of it.

And why yes, looks to me he is throwin' cookies at people again.

Mayhap he figures it's a right enough way to meet new folks.

[OOC: Player is fleeing home from work, by way of store and farm. Don't ask. Back in about an hour, 10pm Central.]

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[ooc: Post-Milliways Post: Mordred's dealing with his grief in his own way. Set after this conversation with Lilly.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Svava does have a tutu. She even did wear it totally voluntarily, no loosing of bets for it.

So its rather easy enough to find in her wardrobe, along with the ballet flats, to wear for the wake tonight.

Until then, she's sitting on a barstool (cause tulle in an armchair? Is beyond her skill to manage and the one person she could ask about how to deal with that isn't.... here), with a cup of hot chocolate provided by the Bar.

nita_callahan

Nita is not be-tutued, unfortunately.

She got her hands on some ballet flats, though, somehow, and has her hair pulled back into a bun, secured by a tulle scrunchie.

She's also wearing a heart-shaped locket.

[OOC: Gone soon, back later.]

tweak-ears.livejournal.com

Inuyasha hasn't had a good day as for some odd reason it is in his human self. He slides into the bar this night and orders some rice wine and some nice fish. He wasn't going to try anything else, as he shakes his head and sighs because of his headache.

awesome_lilly

Lilly Kane comes in from the lake slowly, looking tired. It's almost time.

One last whisper to bar and she goes back out to the lake.

Meg's wake has just begun.

creator_raven

Raven settles himself in a booth.

He gives the impression, perhaps, of being both poised for flight, and also terribly comfortable.

He's eating cookies, drinking milk, and flipping almost idly through a book.

Occasionally he scans the bar, restlessly.

Interrupt, if you like. He craves company.

It's a thing.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie comes downstairs in, you guessed it, tulle.

Friendship is more important than dignity.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Last night, after leaving Milliways.

Early this morning.

Elaine is down in the bar, eating rather half-heartedly, her cheeks pale and eyes dark. She's working on embroidery, also rather half-heartedly, but at least it's distracting her.

Elaine doesn't quite know what to do with herself.
Oh, God, what do I do?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in the bar, looking rather sedate.

He's apparently lost in his book, though he hasn't turned a page in a few hours.

capt_angie

Angelina apperates into the bar with a small pop, and goes to the bar, oblivious to certain events pertaining to a small blonde ballerina. Envy her last few moments of blissful ignorance...

"Butterbeer please bar," she says and a large foaming mug of the drink appears on the surface, along with the special edition of the Say True. She blinks, wondering why Bar gave her a paper, and picks it up. Funny, she didn't even know there was a Milliways paper.

She reads the first sentance, and a sickly cold feeling washes over her. She keeps reading, and tears appear in her dark eyes. She lets the paper fall from her hands onto the floor, and covers her mouth to stifle the sobs threatening to escape.

Current Mood: shocked

truly-royal.livejournal.com

Sara has not heard about Meg. As such, she does not know that skipping downstairs in her pink almost-tutu, humming the suite from Swan Lake, and dancing her way to the bar is likely to cause woe.

She'll feel quite terrible if she makes anyone sad - though for now, she is rather absorbed in her pina-colada-with-twisty-straw and her practicing. Tables make good barres.

Come break the little princess.

jack_inthegreen

Jack does not feel he knew Meg well enough to attend the wake. But for her, he's wearing pink and drinking coffee.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim has a tutu.

It's the first time he's ever worn one.

Seems appropriate.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

Wolf read the Say True article -- he found one left on the Bar -- and retreated back to the kitchens, and his room for most of the past two days. He didn't really know Meg, even though he can easily pick up the reactions of those that did. He's not quite sure what to do about the dinner specials for the night, because of this. For once, Wolf thinks that the dinner specials can hold for one night.

He's still at the bar to provide food, though. If you're inclined to want any. (And there's a big plate of cookies. He made them himself. Special cookies. Tasty cookies that are like the kind your mom made. Comfort cookies.)

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone is sitting at a booth, wrapped in an oversized hooded sweatshirt. It's black, which probably suits her.

She's still got Fleur's cigarette from a few nights ago, which she's twirling idly between her fingers. Though she is regarding it steadily, she seems to have no intention of smoking.

thelastearthman.livejournal.com

After paying his respects to his favorite ballerina, Arthur's back at the bar. There's a half-grown doberman pup by his side, wearing a slightly silly but situationally appropriate collar.

There's the ever-present cup of tea, which Meg would undoubtedly have teased him about had she been there, but he isn't really drinking it.

Current Mood: contemplative

river_meimei

River's curled up in an armchair, knees to her chest, glowering at nothing.

There's a sandwich on a plate nearby, and a fruit salad, but she's only picked at them. Kaylee's urging about eating only went so far.

Anthy will be let out later, for the wake. Only for the wake. She's still in the cells now, and she will be again after.

horseblanket.livejournal.com

Sheila lived at least half of her life in France.

Of course, it was not Paris, but Alsace, but that is not the point.

The point is that of course she has tulle. Which, of course, for such occasions, she wears.

The trouble is that she's pregnant, so it is a mite uncomfortable.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val appears in the bar from the House of Arch. She's wearing a pink tutu along with a T-shirt that lauds Dance like nobody's watching. On her head is a silver circlet along with her Antarian Court hairstyle. Strange? Perhaps. Her manner is a bit distant, as she walks through the bar to Meg's wake. Catch her on her way if you'd like.

[ooc: Note: Yet again, to anyone with powers to notice, Val is blocking all emotion from or to herself.]

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

When a Dwarf works, he works, and those who would interrupt him do so at their peril. Gimli has been in the forge for three straight days now, and while he has mostly been working on gold, he always has steel close to hand. Those who might have tried to speak with him were greeted with an axe embedded in the wood of the door a bare inch from their face.

Thus it is that Gimli emerges from the forge, blinking, and stops dead at the sight of the crowd by the lake, in their... interesting clothing.

"What in the name of-"

In Middle-earth, there are no tutus.

sol-aerin.livejournal.com

Aerin's rooms are beginning to feel increasingly confined. She has taken to roaming the castle, poking into various rooms. She keeps her explorations, as much as possible, to the abandoned ones.

Which is why she's more than a little startled to open a door in a section of the castle she is quite sure no one ever uses, and see what appears to be a large number of people.

Neither Aerin's legs nor her eyes are completely trustworthy, these days, which doesn't help the situation.

Her first assumption is that she's stumbled across some sort of ambassadorial conference, and she begins to form hasty apologies and step backwards, out of the room - but her feet betray her, landing her on the floor instead. And when her hand reaches out to steady herself on the wall, she touches, not cold stone, but wood.

Something here is - not right.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny is Looking for Dora.

SHE HAS A TIARA. A REAL ONE. WITH SUNS AND GEMS AND STUFF.

You can come admire it too, if you want.

cywyllog

Tonight, Cywyllog is in the stables. She's not overly fond of horses, but it is something new, something different. She noticed a large crowd out by the lake on her way there, but she is not in the mood for a party tonight. She'd hear about it tomorrow, she was certain.

Once inside, she walks around slowly, and then decides to sit closest to the regular horses. The skeletal looking one disturbs her.

She wonders if anyone else is here.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny comes in and the only thing cheerful about her is her pink tulle skirt. She never got suckered into a tutu, so it's the least she can do.*

howling_laugh

Coyote is sitting at a table near the bar. She looks distinctly unglamorous tonight, with patched jeans, a faded t-shirt and her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail.

That's because she is working with clay, apparently crafting a chess set. She's paying very little attention to her surroundings.

sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com

Sabin enters the bar. And he is feeling great. Of course he saw the Wake outside, but does not know the deceased, so, he will not join. Instead, he moves to the counter, getting himself an ale.

mogget_cat

*There is a sleeeeeepy little kitty stretched out in front of the fire. So very cute and innocent. He needs petting. Or perhaps some conversation. Or perhaps a nap.*

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

Smeagol sits at the bar, still wearing the horrible frock coat from Meg, staring blankly at his beer.

He isn't seeing it. He's seeing golden sky and red clouds and tulle.

And he can't tell anyone, because the omniscience says so.

He could tell everyone things that would comfort them - but he must not.

But at least he's not so depressed anymore.

He is, however, looking to get drunk, so that might change.

flybywash

[Way, way out of Milliways, part two: After the devastation of August's Beamquake, Blue Sun Corp. reevaluates its priorities.]

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

OOM

Asar-Suti brings bad news to Gil

guppy_sandhu

[oom: The first rung]

Guppy is in an armchair by the fireplace. He appears to be sleeping peacefully. The small black cat is flopped over the back of the chair, relaxing and keeping watch over his mummy.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan's outside, lying on the grass and watching the sky.

Hardly appearing to breathe, she could almost be dead.

Except that the dead don't normally construct ships made from light in the air. Or mutter incantations under their breath.

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There's a Animator in the bar. There's a lot of paperwork infront of her, and a lap top computer.

She's frowning, her hair is up in a bun, and there are some stress lines in between her brows.

Come distract her.

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[Millitimed to...sometime suitable. Yossarian got attacked and kidnapped by Lock, Shock and Barrel. Much screaming, panic, and swearing ensued. They dragged him out to the lake, where they quickly grew bored of trying to decide what to do with him. Tub decided to let him go when the triplets started fighting. And now we are here ...]

There's a bang as the door from the lake opens and Yossarian staggers in. He makes his way over to the bar and stops abruptly, shaking a little as he seems to wait for something.

Three juggling balls appear in front of him. He stares at them, a slightly wild look in his eyes. They're not something that'll calm him down at a time like this.

A pause, then a bowl of soup appears next to the balls.

He blinks, then almost trance-like picks up the balls in one hand, the bowl and spoon in the other, and goes to a table in a corner where he can have his back to a wall.

He sits without touching the soup, glancing around furtively.

Current Mood: Alive

chelleuncurled

Michelle comes into the bar and sits at a table. She heard about Meg and still can't believe it. Milliways, she thought, was supposed to be a place where friendly ballerinas could be safe.

She's borrowed Tony's iPod again and is listening to "Wake Me Up When September Ends".

But she wouldn't mind being bothered.

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He was happy, in contrast to nearly everyone else in the bar, though he didn't quite look it. In his scuffy shoes and pajama pants, Eddie was fighting with an item of clothing that he didn't quite seem to be able to bend right to manage to wear. The shirt was intended to compress his wounds to promote healing, but he wasn't quite able to bend well enough to get it on by himself. At least his most wounded arm was already in a sleeve. So therefore, approximately three-quarters dressed, he approached the bar to order milk. His pills were best taken with milk.