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[flybywash]

[Way out of Milliways, part three: Blue Sun's plans are set in motion.

It doesn't take very long for the crew of Serenity to notice something's amiss.]

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[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

Zaphod is sober.

It's a strange sort of feeling for him, and the caffeine and sugar from his coffees are racing around his system, wreaking havoc with no downers to cut them. So his fingers tap nervously on the bar as he leaves two notes:

To Trillian

To Ford

That done, he saunters out of the bar, twin grins on his face barely able to contain the screaming hysteria he feels inside.

A few moments later, a rush of sound signals the take off of the Heart of Gold.

Keep an eye on the papers.

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[sai_delgado]

[OOM: Outside by the lake, Cuthbert tells Susan of Anthy's release and of Meg's true murderer.]

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[guides-the-way.livejournal.com]

After the duel...

Silk is heading straight back up to his room and collecting his things. He doesn't know if Garion was killed in the explosion and there's only one way to find out.

Back in the bar, he quickly scribbles two notes,
( Note to Belgarath )

( Note to Gimli )

And with that, Silk heads out of the bar.

(no subject)

[true_desire]

[ OOM: Desire drops in on Susan in the stables. ]

(no subject)

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

(OOM: Giles conducts a scrying and then a summoning with a request. Things go right, and yet very wrong somehow...)

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

Crowley looks a little better, perhaps, than the last time he was in the bar. Not so very... disconnected from reality. Of course, he's had a week of having to deal with Life In General - and the kind of Life In General that doesn't precisely allow one to operate on autopilot. Not if you want to remain in possession of all your limbs, anyway.

He has tea, and he's actually drinking it this time, mostly. And even if he doesn't quite seem to be paying particular attention to his surroundings, he is, at least, aware of them.

Baby steps.

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben came down from upstairs, mostly in search of cigs- his supply had finally run out. Recuperation is difficult without them. Having aquired a box, he made to go back upstairs. Remembering the second poison readily available from the bar, he changed his mind and sat down at the bar.

...return of the Rivan King (because he has a bar to tend)

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Quoted from Part Two, Chapter Nine of Guardians of the West]

The Overlord of the West enters the bar covered in plate mail, road dust, and sweat. He's taller as well, a little sturdier, and the way he holds himself has changed; he's no longer a teenager and it shows in every line of his body. Above his head, the gigantic blue flaming sword swings haphazardly in the air, moving with his gestures as he rants.

"--and I don't want to hear another word about the technicalities of the thing! You're going to--"

And because he's not a dunderhead, or at least not as much of one as he often appears to be, he realizes that he's no longer in a passageway in the hold at Vo Mandor but instead...

"Milliways?"

A bright smile lights his face, reaching his eyes and going, perhaps, even a little farther. He tells the Orb to calm down and puts the sword back in it's sheath and looks around. He's back.

Finally, after so long, he's back.

[ooc: mun gone for an hour, back soon! much love to peoples]BACK!

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Note for Thom.]

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel | Grim Hel
Hel of Niflheim | Death goddess
Queen of souls | Dammed souls
Enters the bar| From without

Bearing leaves | Red and yellow
Brown and |Living green
Color bright | Most missed of things
From Midgard where | She once lived

Grim Hel | Young Hel
Lost and tired | Banished to
Niflheim she | Sits left to wall
And watches colors | As she does

OOM

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

(Millitimed to Friday morning: Elaine breaks. No whitetext, just sadness.)

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine at the bar.

She's doing much better, as you can see from here, but she's just picked up an issue of Say True. And now she's staring off into space, looking distant and sad and teary-eyed.

Come cheer her up?


[ooc: Slowtime in effect for a few hours or so, <3 and many kisses to you all.]

BARTENDING

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

A slightly older Garion makes his way behind the bar, writes out the specials in a much neater hand than he had previously, and smiles at the bar in general.

He's glad to be back.

And in time for his shift. The Sendarian in him is proud not to have missed work.
Food
Roast Beef
Pan-Seared Trout
Light Salad
Drinks
Blue Bomber
Liquid Sword
Cherry Fizz Then he sits back and waits, hoping for some familiar faces.

Entrance post

[chronillogic.livejournal.com]

He'd wanted to say a quick hello to his daughter, coupled perhaps with a little bit of business, but she wasn't in her usual timespan.

He'd followed her, of course, although it meant traveling at several trillion daypers, which is always hell on the hair. And now he finds himself stopping short in a little removed loop of time, just outside the Crunch. In front of a bar.

Colonel Next is currently fortyish, greying, and looking, unusually enough, rather befuddled. Come say hi.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

She's not...happy, exactly.

Won't be, for a while.

But she's talked to Garion, so she's a little more relaxed than she was yesterday, at least.

So, Faith, at a booth, with lunch and coffee.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is sitting in a booth, sipping coffee and watching people. Watching for someone specific once again, but again, it's a little hard to tell with her. She could, and often is, just be curious.

She doesn't seem to be in too foul a mood, though, so bother away.

(no subject)

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and in from the Well of Lost Plots comes one Thursday E. Next.

Her wedding ring is appearing and disappearing at a considerably rapid rate today.

It's irritating her, but at least she got some work done.

And now she's sitting at a booth.

Come say hello. Ask about the book. Ask about the flowers. Thursday likes people.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in Milliways. Wondering around as if she is looking for someone or something.

The expression on her face is determined and she probably wouldn't notice you unless you talk to her.

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Baker Street 221B, June 1890: Four months

Holmes misses April badly. Rated R for entirely sexual themes.]

(no subject)

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

There's a merry tune being played.

Robinton's enjoying his afternoon, and so the music is pleasant and lilting.

Calculated to make a person smile.

(no subject)

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

Bruce sits at the Bar, sipping a drink and thinking. He ponders the physics periodicals nearby and food as well, but isnt in the mood right now fo either. So he continues to sit, and drink, and think.

(no subject)

[firmus-piett.livejournal.com]

Girl, cookies, tea.

People-watching too.

Have at.

(no subject)

[sane-bombardier.livejournal.com]

Yossarian was planning to spend the whole day shut away in his room. It seems safer there. However, Bar has locked him out, and so he's sitting in a corner booth with a very large cup of coffee.

Bar refused to give him firearms. Even when he asked nicely. And then explained seriously, exactly why he needed them.

He still looks very wary. Come say hi if you like paranoia.

Dinner Post

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Once again, Hannibal walks out of the kitchen, removes a false advertisement, and posts tonight's specials:

Bread Course:
     Blue Corn bread muffins*
          (with butter and honey)
     Wild Sage bread

Soup Course:
     Red Chili Stew
     Green Chili Stew

Entree:
     Carne Adobado
          (spiced pork)
     Pueblo Posole
          (Red Corn Hominy, Garlic and Pork)

Dessert:
     Pumpkin and Corn dessert
     Rice Pudding






*(That's blue corn, not blue bread. It's a special kind of Native American corn) Recipes from The Cooking Post.

(no subject)

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

[OOM: April makes a journal entry.]

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

Despite the emptiness of the bar, there's an Aeryn, looking tired, yet strangely content. Come chat, or do something silly. Make her spar with you. Insist she plays some silly human game. Anything at all.

(no subject)

[magius-unlocked.livejournal.com]

At a table very near the Bar, there is a white robed Magius, pouring over several books and drinking very red wine.

His eyes rise from the books now and then to glance around. They are a gleaming silver.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Venkman's been around. He's still Bound, but taking a breather from the bar craziness.
Also been thinking of parallel worlds and how the decisions one makes and the events one experiences shapes a person.
A strain of a song filtered through his mind briefly.
"I was so much older I'm younger than that now."

So the single issue of Say True was a bit of surprise.

"...shit..."

He had talked with Meg a couple of times. Once when she was dressed in purple spandex, and another time red with sunburn. Kooky, but nice girl. And some scumbucket shot her.
That was one aspect of NYC he didn't miss. All the crime.
Now it's here too.

He went over to the Bar, "Sweetheart, coffee, good and strong. And surprise me with something good foodwise, none of that weird crap you like to give Ray, though?" The Native style dinner special appeared, along with the coffee. Also an wedding invite. He grinned at that part. Nice to have some good news. And he did ask them to invite him when they decided to get hitched.
"Thanks, Bar." He took his dinner and went to his usual table.

(ooc: back now)

(no subject)

[asylum-alice.livejournal.com]

A very young girl with a very large knife (about the length of her forearm) is wandering around the bar again, looking either for friends with mushrooms, or mushrooms with friendly signs. Or a strange elf with a curly hat and a potion.

In any event, she must get small to get through the door, and she needs help to do so.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard makes his way down into the bar, heading over to order a beer and several sheets of paper. Idly, he begins to fold paper airplanes-some complicated, some simple. Once he's got several made, he sets one flying, watching it to see where it goes.

Why yes, he's bored.

(no subject)

[bikes-booze-sex.livejournal.com]

Tom's sitting at a table with Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The Bar thought he'd like it. He hasn't been able to get past the first ten or so pages because he's too restless.

Get his mind off things? Or make things worse? Either one, really.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha has been in her room for the last week, working on a few design ideas she's had. A lack of on-hand materials and prudency telling her to lock her door each night has kept her persistant sleepwalking under control. She's still wondering why she wakes leaning against the door each morning, but the plans keep her mind occupied.

She enters the bar now, dressed neatly. She takes a seat by Bar to have her dinner, occasionally scribbling something in the margins of the notes she brought with her.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal and River talk. Well...as much as they ever do. File under UEM for Unintentional Extended Metaphor.]

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

It's gotten dark out.

Much too dark for target practice.

Just as well - Murphy hasn't been doing any shooting since talking with his sister the other day.

Instead, he's sitting out on the stone wall. Has been for a while now.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly comes downstairs with a pad of paper and heads to the bar, where she receives a note with the coffee she ordered and the plate of healthy snacks she didn't. She reads it, once, and says several swear words in several different languages before picking up her coffee, snacks, and notepad and retreating to a back booth.

She'll be keeping an eye out for Sheila while she works on tomorrow's edition of the Say True... the first one she's editing by herself.

(no subject)

[namo]

Námo comes down the stairs, his long hair pulled back from his face in a simple thong. He wears only black leggings and a navy tunic, cinched at the waist with a belt. Tonight was a new lesson, and he felt long robes and loose hair were not appropriate.

He selects a table, pretty much in the centre of activity, and sits. His eyes glance around the bar occasionally, seeking out his teacher in this.

[OOC: not plot-locked, but please ping at orchydconstyne before tagging in]

(no subject)

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He's not in the bar, yet.

Not really planning to deal with that.

But he is outside. Curled up at the base of a tree, cloak wrapped tight around his shoulders, eyes shut.

Please not to be offended if he either snaps at or starts crying on you.

(no subject)

[latino_menace]

OOM: After the break up, Random made a desperate escape, winding up in Arithon's room in the House of Arch. Half a thread later, Random is sleeping and Arithon goes looking for Ramon, whom he finds out in the forest - and curse free. They hurry back to Arithon's room, where Ramon tries to get through to Random, with little success...until he relents a little and allows him to take him back to their room.

[OOC: The OOM where Ramon breaks the curse will be up later, along with some others that help get him to that point. They're Millitimed though, because of breakage for pups and muns alike, and the need to resolve some things. But very soon, hurrah! Plot will be finished! *wipes brow*]

(no subject)

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

The door slides open, and a grim-looking pilot (who does less and less piloting himself these days, now that he's some kind of fleet commander) enters the bar.

His expression doesn't change much, but if someone were looking closely they might see it relax ever so slightly for a moment- because really, Jag would much rather be in Milliways than his flagship's comm room.

Much more likely to run into certain Jedi here, for one thing.

He's looking around for That Certain Jedi right now, but probably woudn't turn away any other attempts at conversation.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

Two Jedi inna bar, at a booth, with deck of sabacc cards and milkshakes. Chocolate for Zekk, strawberry for Jaina.

Vacations can be nice.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone likes autumn dusks here, when the sky fades into gray and the light passes away and everything is crisp and cold and sharp. Her feet feel icy on the grass, but her hooded sweatshirt does a passable job at keeping the warmth in; she doesn't mind the weather in the least. When she steps inside, her cheeks are pale with chill air and her dark eyes are bright.

She's in the mood to talk.

(no subject)

[awesome_lilly]

[OOM: Millitimed to the night of Meg's wake, Alain and Lilly by the lakeshore. Rated Y for Yeah, okay, all my OOMs this week are woeful.]

(no subject)

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

Looks to me like somebody thought it'd be a grand idea to sprawl in one of the booths and roll cigarettes.

Reckon he must've been at it quite some time, now, if the number sittin' across the table is any way to judge.

(no subject)

[no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com]

Sonia enters from the village church. The hunting outfit has officially been retired for a few months; the padded leotard just doesn't fit over the growing bulge in her abdomen.

Realising where she is, she blinks for a moment, then glances over her shoulder, because it really wouldn't help to have anyone see this place. And then she shuts the door.

A few hours of not worrying about villagers would be nice. And a beer.

And ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better.

(no subject)

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is in the bar, by the fireplace, curled up in an armchair. This is not unusual. She has tea. This is also not unusual.

What is unusual?

There is a door visible that has not been for some time now.

She hasn't noticed it yet, but it won't be long before she does and she won't hang around, so if you want to talk to her, now's your chance.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She's there with hot chocolate in hand-- curled up once again on the couch by the fireplace, determinedly ignoring the flame as she watches the room.

Susan is quiet, mayhap, but not visibly unhappy.

(no subject)

[myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com]

OOM: After being left alone by the lir, Rhiannon goes off in search of the ring she had left behind when she first attempted lir-shape.

[I have to say, this little mini-plot I have for Rhiannon is progressing along nicely; something made all the sweeter when you note that my paid time plus extra icons kicked in yesterday (I am a-squee...).]

(no subject)

[bulletproof-bra.livejournal.com]

Sanchez is back. She's dragged in, once again, in the middle of a rare moment of relaxation. She doesn't mind though. She'd rather not be home. She didn't know why she didn't want to be home, but she didn't. Maybe this was a good thing. Besides the fact that she was in pajamas and looked like shit, she was fairly content.

*She takes a seat at the bar, ordering a beer, a salad, and some fries*

For some reason she's hungry.

*She sits quietly with the occasional pick at her food and just watches everyone else*

Come bother her. She's awful quiet tonight and company would be nice.

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht enters from the gardens. He's still somewhat dusty from his stint at plowing and in the mood for some relaxation and pleasant company.

News about Lincoln will also be welcome...or commiseration about the lack of sense in that loveable guy.

He collects his usual granite and finds a black stone with white inclusions on his tray.

"Don't think I'm getting enough trace elements, eh?" he asks Bar with good humor. "Very well, Mommy. I'll be a good Horta."

(no subject)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Clarice and Hannibal discuss the open door. She says goodbye, but not in the way she'd intended. Millitimed to last Friday.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

Amy's in the bar, with tea, apples, a couple of squirrels, and a crow. Nothing new there, really, I'm afraid.

Come say hello?

[ooc: ETA: Mun is vanishing for bit, but most likely back]

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt.
He's at one of the tables rather than Bar herself, owing to a case of table percussion. And he's got pizza (pineapple, bacon, and extra cheese, for those just tuning in).
He'll share, if you ask nicely.

(no subject)

[caramel-colored.livejournal.com]

There is a woman seated at the bar.

She looks comfortably settled, and very engrossed in her meal.

This could not be farther from the truth.

Talk to her, if you like.

She doesn't bite.

Better to keep a close watch on her hands.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray went home last night.

Well, he went somewhere, anyway. That's all that can be said for certain, except possibly that Romana wasn't around the Bar either and Ray looks remarkably cheerful right now for a man who's wearing full Ghostbusting uniform, including two traps at his belt. He's got a tinfoil-wrapped package, too, but that's neither here nor there.

(no subject)

[fallenbarbie.livejournal.com]

Marie is sitting in the bar. She is drinking a glass of sparkling water with a twist of lime.

She's observing her surroundings.

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven settles himself on a couch near the fireplace, carrying a plate of cookies and a cup of hot chocolate.

He watches the flames, for a time, then turns his attention to his notebook.

Occasionally does something not entirely unlike twiddling his thumbs.

Then he eats another cookie.

Watch him long enough, and you'll begin to see the pattern.

You're welcome to provide an interruption, if you like.

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

A dwarf walks into the Bar and asks for a beer. What he gets is a beer and a note.

He considers it, grunts thoughtfully, and tucks it into his pockets. Then he finds himself a seat, pulls a bunch of slender sticks and a ball of grey yarn from his other pockets, and starts... er...

Well, it sure does look like the leather-clad fellow with the great whacking axe strapped to his back is casting on for a bit of knitting in the round, doesn't it?

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard's at the usual table, with the usual drink, reading the usual papers.

Not a bad mood at all.

(no subject)

[leplusbeau]

[OOM: From here.]




Fleur stumbles in through the front door. With someone draped over her shoulder whose face is mostly gone.



"Help!"







[OOC: Warnings for blood, gore, and violence in both the OOM and thread. Rated PG-13]

(no subject)

[perfectblue.livejournal.com]

Illyria is in the bar.

She hasn't been, lately, not since she met Winnifred Burkle here some days ago, revealing the source of the new memories that had been puzzling her. Since then she'd mostly kept to her own room, avoiding whatever commotion was going on by the lake several nights ago. She felt the grief hanging heavy in the air for those days, and did not wish to know its source.

She had enough to worry about with the knowledge of the crazy girl (who was still in the woods, judging by the newly formed memories she was acquiring now) in her head, and her only follower apparently avoiding the both of them. She had not seen Montparnasse in a number of days, either, and as loath as she is to admit it, she is annoyed by his disappearance. Just annoyed, now - not truly concerned. Yet.

So she is in the bar, at a corner booth, faintly scowling at anyone who passes by.

Bothering the pissy goddess is likely to entertain the mun, at least?

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Tim resigns. ))

He doesn't storm in. He's not angry, not really. Just...sad. He thought he had a handle on everything, but this time around, well, he just feels like he dropped the ball. Things were great, evreything was awesome... Then it all went to pot.

Tim does something he hasn't done in public for a long time. Carefully, slowly, his fingers rise towards his neck. Slim fingers move quickly, and Tim, well, Tim removes his tie. It's never been a really obvious thing, just a simple black tie to offset the white shirt beneath. But when it comes off, it feels like a big thing. A relaxation he hasn't been allowing himself.

And then his head liftshe listens to Baby tell him of the notes in the office. He chucks the tie across the room, not caring where it lands. Todd. Should've turned him to stone long ago. Should've locked him up. Should've...done something. And now Meg is dead, and all that can be done is... nothing. It's not his job. He can't let himself break the rules.

Damn it.

Out of Milliways

[cuttingslack.livejournal.com]

( Right place, wrong time - Slack and the rest of Dead Reckoning find Ash Williams along with the supplies they were looking for. )

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Peter comes bounding joyfully into the Bar, covered in the excess grime that wasn't sloughed off when he shifted.

The demon bunnies are being kept in check very nicely, thank you very much.

He heads over to teh Bar and snags a celebratory post-hunt hot chocolate, and settles grinning into one of the armchairs by the fire.

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: November 5, 2519. With few jobs left to take, the crew turns to bank heists. It doesn't go too well.

Neither does their attempt to complete the deal on Beaumonde the next day.

Contains movie spoilers, but this isn't quite the same as how things go canonically. *g*]

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

These past few nights, Caspian has spent this particular hour upstairs, in quiet conference with his son, talking about no-one knows what--remembering Rilian's childhood, mayhap, or discussing what is to be done when he is returned to Narnia's throne.

But tonight, he is not upstairs. Instead, two figures descend from the rooms upstairs, the father, younger now than his son, and the Prince, dressed as is his wont in black.

Caspian looks about for seats, and directs Rilian to the fire before joing him a moment later with tea. Their smiles are very similiar.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, having dinner. The little black cat plays by his feet.
Have at.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert's at the bar, looking better, if not exactly good. He's working his way through what looks like an actual meal, for one thing, and looks like he's gotten a decent night's sleep, as well.

The grief and the guilt are still there. He doesn't expect that to change anytime soon. But life--or afterlife, as the case may be--goes on.