(no subject)

[backwardname.livejournal.com]

Campbell's mun was supposed to go to bed an hour ago, and is pretending to be asleep right now, so

... Campbell Alexander has actually been here for a while, wandering.

So's Judge.

And now they are sitting on a couch (yes, even Judge, he does let the dog up sometimes at home too) and talking. Well. Campbell is talking. Judge is listening, and gnawing a rawhide.

If you'd be inclined to know that the sky back home is in one piece, please tell him?

in milliways, the faceless man

[nofaceforme.livejournal.com]

A few weeks, and still nothing was sorted out. No ideas, no reason for him to escape this aggravating place.

The Question had no clue why he was stuck. He had no reason to believe there was anything he had to 'learn' about himself before Milliways would let him be free.

It was annoying, and it was keeping him from his job.

... ... Stupid place.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert has his usual spot on the couch, and coffee.

If he doesn't have a cigarette, it's a safe bet he will at some point before the evening's over.

Island-plot!

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: "Why have you not been answering my messages? We have a Situation on our hands, Dr. Merrick!"; or, Things just got worse for Lincoln and Jordan in the world. Millitimed to Wednesday night after this and this.]]

(no subject)

[bythebrook.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Ophelia and Yrael are snuggly and cute in her flat. With a guest appearance by Vines!]

OOM: Homeward Bound

[gone_byebye]

Millitimed to October 11th: Ray returns to his own New York from Bizarro NY, and Peter raises a disturbingly convoluted prospect.

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Well see, the thing is...

It's not sneaking if one isn't sneaking.

So Alex most certainly isn't sneaking out of he and Nick's room.

And he most certainly isn't sneaking downstairs. Think of it as walking carefully to the bar to retrieve a cup of tea and a bowl of fruits.

And then sneaking into a booth.

Well, two out of three and all that.

[OOC: Ohgod please be gentle with me.]

Exit Post:

[latino_menace]

Ramon comes down the stairs with a large bag in one hand and supporting Random with the other. Because after that conversation with Gorlim Random...isn't doing so well. After all he's taken in the last six weeks or so, it's not surprising.

So after taking him upstairs and packing some things, Ramon is getting them both the hell out of here.

'You're going to have to take the handle Random, I can't see it...'

And with a last look round, he's ushering him through...and they're gone.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda is sitting by the fire listening to a cassette player and talking to herself. There is half eaten plate of Fettuccine Alfredo and glass of white wine sitting next to her. It looks as though she has been there for quite sometime and could probably wouldn't mind some company.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is in the bar.

Her player is working on AU fic.

Pleasepleaseplease distract her player from the AU fic.

Please.

(no subject)

[blind-courage.livejournal.com]

Old habits would have dictated that Ivy be downstairs at the bar early in the morning, happily eating her breakfast and swinging her feet and generally looking forward to the day. However, old habits did not take into account her having stayed up half the previous night weeping, and there was also the fact that the Ivy Walker who was once again residing at Milliways Bar was far from the girl who had left it months before.

So it was that it was lunch time before Ivy emerged from her room, her chin held aloft in the manner of a women who is more sure of herself than she was the day before, her cane tapping a rapid, subtle echo against first the stairs and then the floor of the bar itself. She sat at the bar and ordered her lunch and only then did she pause, tilting her head to listen to the din of the room around her.

Say hello, make friends. She's friendly and looking for a change.

(no subject)

[charlie-dalton.livejournal.com]

It was really anyone's guess why Charlie was up so early. He was even close to the proverbial "bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," as it were, except less with the bushy tail. This was made even more extraordinary by the fact that our dear Nuwanda hadn't risen this early in his entire tenure at Milliways. All possible explanations aside, we are simply going to blame his mun, who has some time and missed the scamp.

Charlie was sitting alone at the bar working on a plate of eggs and bacon, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. He found great amusement in the fact that at the bar, the bottomless cup of coffee really was bottomless. It was casual dress today, which meant jeans instead of slacks, pegged over black loafers with an untucked dress shirt. The top button of the shirt was, naturally, unfastened. Just then, he was considering acquiring a leather jacket. They upped one's cool factor considerably, you see.

He's friendly and hopelessly flirty. Do talk to him?

Breakfast?

[johnmerrickphd.livejournal.com]

I think I'm getting the hang of this? I hope I'm getting the hang of this? *is still new at these sort of comms*

[After This OOM]

Merrick's decided to see if he's still crazy. Or at least if what happened all those weeks ago was a dream. Besides, he figures that a live-in bar no matter how strange could be useful considering the collateral damage-hell the blowback that's incurred at the institute since his last visit.

So he tries the door.

well... He peers around at a Milliways engaged in its early morning routines. Or at least he thinks its early morning, its hard to tell. Considering that how in his own time it's mid afternoon. Or something along those lines. Jet Lag and all that.

He sits down at the bar, wondering if you have to ask for a menu, or if one will be presented to you...or just how to go about the business of eating breakfast. He's just a little grumpy, but he'll take friendly advice.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry sits in a corner booth today, sipping his tea and reading today's sport section. He is pleasantly surprised to see that the White Sox have finally made it to the World Series; mildly confused that the Angels play in Anaheim (and claim to be the Los Angeles Angels) instead of Star City; and shocked that Roger Clemens is still playing, and playing well. The Bar has also given Barry an additional baseball treat: the complete 11 disc set of the 2004 AL playoffs and World Series, the one the Red Sox won (albeit over Barry's once-beloved Cardinals).

But Barry's interests are many and varied, so come say hi.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna comes to grips with Roger's reappearance.]

(no subject)

[kitchen_maid]

[OOC: So, due to a combination of excessive slowtime, travel, real life, technical difficulties, and character bleed to the point of hemorrhage and curling up in a ball and not thinking about it, Peter-mun and I rather forgot to link to some pretty important OOM's regarding the collapse of their relationship. Oops, and sorry.

So, in a nutshell, the anatomy of their break-up. Peter takes Amy to meet Kitty and Edmund and it goes badly. They fight about it in the hallway. (The angst rating on that one is pretty high.) Predictably, Peter talks to Lilly about it; less predictably, so does Amy. And finally, they quietly, gracefully, go their separate ways.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled Milliways, already in progress.]

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

She's been outside, swimming laps, which is why Faith is wet when she walks into the bar from outdoors, hair and clothes clinging to her skin.

She acquires coffee, and food, and heads toward the fireplace to warm up.

(no subject)

[mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com]

There is a giant snake (but not too giant) slumbering at the edge of the lake. Curled up in the coils of the gigantic snake is a red-winged baby, also asleep.

Bother at will.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/]

Ghost is eating.

Yes, eating.

It's cold pizza and day old soda, just like he'd asked for, but he is eating.

Breakfast of champions.

(no subject)

[oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com]

You're probably wondering where I've been. The answer is pretty simple, though.

Reading.

Yeah, nothing as dramatic as you were probably thinking. I haven't been brooding on my situation or planning some elaborate escape plot or anything. The way I figure it, nothing's happening at home and this place isn't going to let me out 'till it feels like it, so I'm going to enjoy the vacation while it lasts.

Besides, I'm behind on my Shadow pulps. How Grant puts them out so fast is a mystery to me, but if I'm here much longer I might see if there's an available typewriter and give my own writing a go as well. It's not like there isn't enough inspiration for stories here.

If you feel like chatting, feel free to stop by. I'm reading through one of my favorite Doc Savage stories, but I've read it before so a little conversation wouldn't do me wrong.

[ooc: mun is heading home from work. much love to all and I'll be back in an hour or so]

(no subject)

[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine in the bar, no OOMs. Mun has to run in an hour or so, so tag her before she disappears.


[ooc: Slowtime now in effect (from 12:00 p.m. EST), <3 to you all.]

(no subject)

[poetperry.livejournal.com]

Neil was sitting outside a few feet away from some of trees, watching the lake down below. He didn’t have his textbooks with him; in fact he didn’t have any books with him. His knees were drawn up towards his chest, arms curled loosely around them, hands cradling a half finished mug of tea.

A pensive look rested on his handsome face, not so much brooding as nostalgic. The odd breeze was just stiff enough to send brightly colored leaves cascading down from the trees behind him, some of the gold and red foliage catching in his dark hair, crowing his head almost like the crown of thorns he’d worn that fateful night. Dark eyes were studying the way some of the more adventurous leaves fell lightly on the sun struck water of the lake causing the barest of ripples that still managed to carry the full length of the visible shore.

He wore a heather grey sweater overtop a white dress shirt and black slacks, an unconscious nod to his old Welton uniform, that was also effective for keeping the chilly autumn breeze at bay.

Come disturb him if you wish, you might find him a bit fanciful today…just blame the leaves.

(Mun is in a hurry up wait but be available for anything mode with work, which means delays might come up unexpectedly.)

(no subject)

[the_seafarer]

The week being what is has been, perhaps we can forgive Caspian for having spent much of his time in the stable. Horses are, after all, unlikely to bring up uncomfortable topics, or re-appear suddenly after a disappearance, or become ensorcelled.

So he sits on a bale of hay, and talks cheerfully to Corella and Duncan, while Kiseki nudges at his pockets, searching for treats.

The conversation is less one-sided than it would seem.

concerned-

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing is sitting at a table, Beowulf nearby for scritching, which Van Helsing does quite a bit of - almost like a nervous habit. Which, probably isn't too far off, since he actually is a bit nervous. Indications of such, beyond the persistant dog-petting would be the nearby, mostly concealed weaponry and the fact that his hat is in place, pulled down over his face. Unless one looked closely, one might think the man to be asleep.

He's not.

Believe me he's not.

Far too much stuff for him to sleep in such a crowded area as the bar.

Actually, his eyes are constantly moving; searching; seeking any unusual movement or entrance.

He might be looking for Nick.

Don't worry; he won't kill him. He couldn't without serious repercussions anyway; doesn't mean he won't issue a warning or two.

(no subject)

[last_adam]

*Adam. With... is that tea? Oh, no, no. Close call. Still coffee.

He's at his corner table, rather engrossed in the book he's reading.*

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

The days are steadily growing cooler. Sara comes in from her morning jog, rubbing briskly at her hands.

This is a job that requires coffee and a fireplace. Both are soon acquired.

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Emboldened by her cookie experiments yesterday, Ace is continuing explorations into possible cookie experiments. This is of course why she's over by the fire, with a book, hot cocoa, and a plate of very odd looking cookies.

Dried strawberry and dark chocolate chip, anyone?

(ooc: Alas and alack, I have to run off to my last lecture for an hour. Back!)

(no subject)

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

One cannot forever be working at making weapons without needing to test them. (Or practice with them, for that matter.) Even more, one cannot spend a week and more patiently coaxing gold to do one's will without feeling a bit of a throwback.

It is for this reason that a somewhat larger than man-sized wooden practice dummy has been set up behind the Bar some distance from Gimli's forge, and that said dwarf is advancing on it with an axe in each hand and a peculiar gleam in his eye.

Once more with the classes

[animation-inc.livejournal.com]

There's Anita, sitting down at the highly visiable table with the sign and now notes for the Bar!!

( Molly Razor Girl )

( Biff )

( Giles )

After depositing those to the bar, she sits down with her sign once more.

Attention Would be warriors:

Looking to be a bad ass? Have a monster that needs killing? Have a -lot- of monsters that need killing? Is there some Evil Overlord threatening you and all that you love? How about just having a dangerous job that puts your life on the line a great deal of the time?

Sign up for classes! Sword play, magic, firearms, martial arts, explosives. Everything you need to know about how to kill that thing that needs killing.

Applications being taken now.

Ok so sue her, she's having a good time with this now.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

Todd had been up early this morning, working in the garden as usual.
He was wearing his new "I am a Poet, and I'm not evil" shirt with his jeans.
But now he had dropped off the harvest, mainly apples today, and was sitting by the lake, quietly watching the leaves skitter onto the watery surface.

Feel free to interrupt, or comment on his shirt.

The Continuing Misadventures in Ankh-Morpork!

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Puck and Havelock visit Havelock's aunt, Madam, and Puck Gets a Very Bad Idea.

Ends in CLIFFHANGER!

You know you wanna.]

(no subject)

[galactic-prez.livejournal.com]

[Very OOM: Zaphod's got a plan. Sort of. Well, he's got an idea. And that's almost a plan, right?]

(no subject)

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats is in the bar.

Shock! Awe!

He has returned his "Epic of Gilgamesh" to the bar, and is now poring over some other Sumerian passage. This one seems a good deal more obscure.

It is giving him a headache.

(no subject)

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

[ooc: yada yada yada not locked, but plotty in nature, ping ruvixcube on AOL or tag here before tagging! Thanks!
Amendment: Y'all can still tag, but it'll be in slow-time because my roof is leaking right above the computer desk.

This week is a most celebratory week for the Triplets! In exactly *two* weeks, tis Halloween!
Little do they know, in exactly one week, they will be waking to a new life, one that will have them wishing not to trick anyone, but to treat all!
But they don't know that, so they are going about their business as usual, making every effort to bring about the worstest, most scariest, most HORRIBLEST Halloween EVAR in the HISTORY OF MANKIND.

Thusly, they need supplies.

"BAR. Some rope, wood, nails, tools to build with.. and some food and drink."

Now, any other time, Bar wouldn't even FATHOM giving these three any of that.

But, since they aren't planning on directly hurting anyone with the tools, what's the harm in giving them what they want?

The things they asked for appear and they load Tub up and head outside and into the trees.

Follow them if you so wish, but be forewarned, they will demand you help them.

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Guess who's back in town, with a new act to boot?]

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

[OOC: After this. Hey watch me God the weather.]

Aeryn sat outside, leaned against a tree and let the rain run down her face. The conversation with Ramon had left her thinking too much about things and it had made her weak. She would rather not remember, would give anything to forget. So she sat in the rain, because people are less likely to notice you there. Even if someone did find her, she could blame the drops running down her face on the weather and not the tears. Because crying...wasn't allowed. She couldn't let the facadé crumble.

(no subject)

[monster-made.livejournal.com]

A slightly groggy Kate enters the bar, dressed in black pyjama pants and a tank top. She's grumbling things about bad timing and just five more minutes, but unfortunately, once this vampire is awake, she's awake.

She's also cold, so she orders a cup of coffee, just to warm up her hands, and then sits near the fire. But not too near.

Feel free to come and chat. As usual, she won't bite.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

Sharpe is by the fire with a lump of wood, carving it into... something. It's the best he can do for the few Christmas presents he wants to give, right now.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie sits by the Bar, with his back to the fireplace. He isn't looking at the back door, either. And if his eyes stray to the front door more often than they used to... well, it's probably not something most would notice.

(no subject)

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche comes in, still more subdued than usual, and looks around.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and Michael and Maria come through, with the baby, and head for a booth.

(no subject)

[inquisitivehero]

Hank is in the Bar, fiddling with several scanners, rotating them around and getting general scans of passing beings and things. He is eyeing the Door, which has appeared to him recently for the first time since his Helltrip. He knows he has to go back through and face his somewhat unsynchronized time issues as well as get back to his own scanners to get more baseline scans of himself.

Anyway, he is in the bar and fiddling with shiny things.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOM: Alanna and Raven talk by the lake. They discuss sleeping problems, mischief and, er... Roger's hair. Fear.]

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny is in a bad mood. She wanders in with an arm load of books and sits at a booth. She would appreciate a study break but be nice as already pointed out, bad mood.*

(no subject)

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht is in the bar. He's over at a table playing with a holo-reader. What is being displayed might seem totally incomprehensible to some people. To others, it looks like plans for a matter/energy transporter. Naraht is looking into cost and maintainance issues before asking about possibly getting a transporter to the upper floors installed.

Feel free to interrupt him, though.

(no subject)

[ulfricrichard.livejournal.com]

Alpha werewolf inna bar. Drinking tea and watching the back door. He's a little more tense than usual. Of course it's a full moon tonight which probably explains that. Tense or not he still gives off I'm friendly vibes.

Poke the werewolf. You know you want to.

((Mun does not have AIM at the moment and is only here for an hour before writing an exam. But slowtimed threads are welcome. Currently writing an exam.

Back.))

(no subject)

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's sitting at a booth, reading a datapad that appears to be titled '101 things to do when trapped in a force cage'. He appears to find it most amusing, and probably very useful, seeing the amount of times he's ended up in cages.

Come bother.

(no subject)

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's in the bar. At a table, reading a book, hair piled on head.

She looks...better than she has in a while. Which is nice. The mun likes this fact.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in a booth, drinking tea and eating biscuits.
Mmm, biscuits. Nice ones with that little bit of sugar on the top that just make you want to eat more when you know you really shouldn't.
He's made quite a significant dent in the packet, and is willing to share. And he has his sign up.

The doctor is in

(no subject)

[politestpirate.livejournal.com]

One midshipman down in the bar.

....

That is rather an accomplishment for him right now, as Wellard collapsed into a booth as soon as he is down. The young man looks like he should be in bed (or a hospital), and he had been- But somewhere in between the shaking and the pain

(And the bottle standing accusing on the table across the room)

He rather felt he might go mad if he had to stare at those four walls any much more. It took him the better part of an hour to make himself presentable enough to get down here- all of that to have a cup of tea to hold and to just be elsewhere.

(no subject)

[obligatoryass]

Logan. Bar. Coffee.

He went home recently. Didn't much like it, so he came back. Things are chaos at the Casablancas house and in Neptune in general, and normally Logan would be thrilled, but his playmate's too busy for him at the moment, and Veronica and Duncan are still super-lovey.

Miliways is a better place to be at the moment.

He's pleased to be here, and looking for a chat.

((OOC: On way to cafe for homeworking, but will be online most of the night.))

(no subject)

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

Elrond is in bar, reading a book which Bar gave him, apparently at random, translated for him. His brow is furrowed and he is very confused. Someone rescue him from Bar's odd and wicked sense of humor and from reading his new copy of Double Love, book one of Sweet Valley High.

(no subject)

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

MacManus in a booth.

Paradoxes ignored as he tries to write something.

From the number of crumpled up sheets scattered around, he's been at it for a while.

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha's in the bar. Again with the bridal magazines. Fun stuff!

Come and poke her! Or prod! Or...something.

(no subject)

[backwardname.livejournal.com]

The ceiling was holding Campbell Alexander's interest.

That is to say that his focus was entirely on the ceiling. Judge, too, looked up from where he lay by his employer-master-human's feet, tail thumping on the ground, to look at the ceiling.

It's where, if he were home, the sky would be.

And last night he learned that it still was.

Things were good. And he had popcorn.

(no subject)

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

A la earlier. Aeryn is still by the lake. It's stopped raining, but she's dripping wet. Chances are she's been there all day. Come distract her from thinking.

(no subject)

[whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com]

Thea at a table. She has a basket full of rosemary herb bread and a sign:

Free Herb bread, come try it.

She might have been baking to keep busy, but she's smiling, widely. Come try some bread! Even if you only have time for a few tags.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Is Charlie.

Is playing guitar.

Is not singing.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*The mun has countless other things to be doing. But she cannot bring herself to do them. She cannot focus enough, thanks to painkillers, to 1)write a long paper due day after tomorrow, 2)clean out her car so maybe it'll get a good trade-in price for a new one, tomorrow, 3)write a poem for class tomorrow, 4)read for Lit class tomorrow, or 5)knit.*

*So there is a not'cat in the bar. On the bar, in fact. Come snuggle the kitty and help the mun ignore the real world for a bit.*

The front doors open...

[davidgraylapd.livejournal.com]

...and in walks a figure that tugs at the strings of memory. He walks slowly, looking about the bar and its patrons not with the sense of wonder that the newly arrived often have, but more with... nostalgia?

He moves along Bar, stroking the polished wood absently. Looking among the current patrons, there's no-one he seems to recognize, no, wait. There's... and there's... Oh. They won't know him yet. Not at this point.

He lingers by a spot where the floorboards still tremble with the remembered growth of dark trees. His eyes look troubled, but soon he moves on.

Eventually, he finds a stool free by one of Bar's corners, and sits there, waiting for those he knows will come.

Hallowe'en is on its way. It's a perfect night for old ghosts.

(no subject)

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Baker Street 221B, October 11th 1890: Eight months

Holmes and Watson discuss the nature of the detective's despondence. References to The Copper Beeches and (more vaguely) to The Red-headed League.]

(no subject)

[blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com]

Chris enters the bar from Jack's garden--or Claire's garden, he supposes, if one is keeping up with events--carrying a sitar.

Yes. A sitar.

He sits cross-legged on the floor near the back of the bar. He sets up the instrument carefully, bows his head a moment, then begins to play.

If it makes you want to dance, that's perfectly okay.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_knoxious/]

Knox's friends have discussed some pretty interesting things today, but he has no idea what's going on.

He's just sort of around.


Come talk to him.

[ooc: I may have to ask for slowtime/suddenly disappear - school is hard, yo.]

(no subject)

[fearcrow.livejournal.com]

This night, Jonathon Crane walks into the bar a little differently than usual. He's clenching one of his hands to keep it from shaking, the other hand grasping an envelope which he takes to the bar.

His mutter is very, very quiet. "Give this to Joker, Bar?"

The envelope almost doesn't disappear, and he eyes it with some amount of nervousness. But after a minute or two, it finally vanishes, and Jonathon's muscles seem to relax as one. In the envelope's place, a cup of tea and a plate of food appears, sympathetically.

"Thanks," he mutters, picking his way over to a table and plunking down, head in his hands.

Jonathon would not mind talking to someone.

[ooc: Dinner, but be back in a few. Back!]

(no subject)

[supersymmetry]

It's been a few days since anybody has seen Fred. Since before the gunshot incident (which Fred knows nothing of, only that she heard the noise and it caused her to flee deeper into the forest) and other various happenings by the lake that have kept her in the woods for fear that returning would put her within reach of the blue version of herself.

It is anybody's guess why, precisely, she comes out of the woods now. Maybe it's because at some point she's lost her shoes - they'd been appropriate for the law firm but not so appropriate for fleeing through the woods, and she'd snapped the heel of one and lost the other while fleeing through some particularly dense undergrowth.

Maybe it's because it's getting cold in the woods, and there really isn't proper food out there, especially when one is mostly too frazzled to look very often. Also, she wasn't so sure that the plants out here didn't grow poisonous hell-berries instead of the regular kind, so she'd been wary of eating very many.

Whatever the reason, a disheveled-looking girl, with her clothes snagged and ripped in places, her hair a mess, and a smudge of dirt across her face wanders out of the woods and stands looking around by the lake like a frightened deer.

Maybe she can be coerced into the actual bar if anyone can convince her that it's actually any safer.

An entrance

[gravity_shifter]

The Door opens, and a small woman with bright red-orange hair and red-orange clothes enters the bar. Well, backs into the bar, as if she's sneaking in somewhere she shouldn't and making sure no one is watching. Which, in fact, is exactly what she's doing.

Seemingly satisfied that she hasn't been followed, or noticed, she finally turns around - and stops short. Her head automatically tilts to one side and neon green eyes dart furtively around, taking in her new surroundings. The look on her face is an unmistakable "I'm new, where the frell am I?"

An explanation would be appreciated.

(no subject)

[undignified]

It's been a while -- well, sort of. A few days. Maybe.

Anyway, the point is, Wes is in the bar, at a table, reading Say True.

He's got Oreos.

But no Ka inna can, alas.

(no subject)

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone steps in from outdoors, finally wearing shoes. She'd sat on the grass for as long as the gray light lasted, and it's well past dark now. Tonight, she skips the tea and heads straight for the fire, dropping down into the armchair nearest to the warmth.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna is in the bar, sitting at a certain table with a bottle of wine. Waiting. She doesn't really expect Roger to return, but she's ready, just in case.*

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray meanders in through the front door with a small toolkit in one hand, a Petco bag in the other, and a box for a radio-controlled helicopter under one arm. He doesn't even pause for a drink.

Well, okay, he has to put the stuff down first. But still.

Happy Hour

[collects_ears]

George, having just come from a meeting at Court - and still dressed in most of (but not all of) his court finery - slips behind the Bar. After so many weeks of dressing down in the bar, it feels..odd, to be wearing something formal. He considers going to his room to change, and decides it's not worth the effort. Clothing can be cleaned.

He asks the Bar for an apron, which he puts on.

He then quickly scans the specials board, and makes a couple of minor additions to it.

"Tonight's specials are Roast chicken with carrots and potatoes, chinese style pork dumplings, and pumpkin pie. Tonight's drinks are Mad Hatter, Mai Tai, and Melberry."

"What'll it be?"

Notes

[lvpd_sidle]

A visibly crying Sara drops several notes off on the Bar's surface before retreating to her room.

( Jack Green )

( Catherine Willows )

( Tony )

(no subject)

[joker-is-wild.livejournal.com]

From the stairway there comes a hated voice. Singing.

( It's Sister Jenny's Turn to Throw The Bomb )

He skips to the counter and is about to order when an envelope appears before him on the counter. "What's this? A missive? Who loves me so much?"

He opens the envelope messily, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he does it, and reads it. His eyes light evilly. "You don't say ..." He begins to chuckle. "You don't say ..." He begins to laugh. "You don't say!" His laughter becomes shrieks of mirth.

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

It's a quiet evening, so far, and she's chosen to spend it once again on the couch by the fireplace, curled up in its corner with her feet tucked under her.

Her workbasket is on the floor nearby, though, and a cup of hot chocolate is on the low table. Piece by piece, Susan is plaiting a long coil of golden straw, fingers flying automatically through the familiar motions.

Her gaze is half-distant and almost dreamy.

(no subject)

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio's nursing a vodka quietly at a table. Vodka's a fun word to say. Vodka. Vodka.

Go on, try it. It'll make you grin.

(no subject)

[elhombrelobo.livejournal.com]

Men like Sim are not meant to live indoors.

Men like Sim prefer the freedom of wide open spaces, of sleeping under the stars next to a roaring fire or singing songs by said fire.

Men like Sim are meant to be out riding the ranges on horseback rounding up cattle - theirs or someone else's.

But most men are not like Sim, who finds that every now and then, a roof and four walls will chafe at one's soul and rub it raw until there's no soul at all.

At least he has a solution.

He can leave "Sim" behind - both figuratively and literally - and simply be a wolf for a while, running about outside where the lake is.

Ah freedom...


The fact that it's a full moon may or may not have anything to do with Sim's compulsion to be outside tonight.

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

( OOM: healing is not fun )

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran Davies arrives with a heavy knapsack and, of course, his harp. He is wearing the raven jacket Ako gave him, over a white sweater and white jeans.

(no subject)

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

Tahiri has been avoiding the Bar for the past week or so. She didn't know the girl who died, but it seemed like everyone else did and their emotions were just too much for her to handle.

Not that she hasn't been around... but she's kept mostly to her room, doing meditations, or outside, running through lightsaber drills near a quiet part of the lake where she wouldn't be disturbed.

But tonight the Bar seems less full of doom and gloom and death, so she's in a well-lit booth with a milkshake and the latest issue of Say True.

And her lightsaber.

Because if there's a psychopathic murderer loose somewhere, she wants to be prepared to defend herself.

(no subject)

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

A frowning Goldilocks is at the bar sporting a red tartan skirt and a burgundy sweater. Knee boots swing idly under her stool, and her fur coat is folded up on the empty stool to her left. To complete the scene, she has a small crock of French onion soup, a glass of Chardonnay and her copy of Say True. The lead story of the newspaper seems to be the cause of her frown.

(no subject)

[onehoopyprefect]

Ford comes downstairs and sits down at the bar. Before he even opens his mouth, his satchel, Guide, Sub-Etha Radio/Electronic Thumb, and towel (graciously returned by Faith) all appear on the surface. Ford blinks and looks up at the tab board, which has not increased.

"Bar, love, you forgot to put the money back on my tab."

A moment later, a piece of paper appears beside the things, and an elegant script declares Call it a gift.

He smiles and pats the surface affectionately. "Thanks, darlin'."

He begins packing the things into the satchel, and then stops and fishes into his pocket. He lays the smooth stone on the bar. "That's for Ran-- Lyrae. And can I get a scrap of paper and a pen?"

A moment later, a piece of soft pink paper appears along with a pen, also apparently gratis.

( He scribbles down a note for Trillian )

He slings the satchel over his shoulder as note, pen, and stone dissolve and a pint of Guinness takes their place.

"One for the road, eh? Well, couldn't hurt."

Might not take him long to finish the drink, folken, so if you wanna catch him before he goes, best do it quick.

Waitress on duty!

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Helen's in the bar, at the Bar proper. She has her tray, her journal, a puppy, and a kitten. She's scanning the bar for anyone who looks like they need food, drink, help, or a friendly chat. Come say hi!

(no subject)

[creator_raven]

Raven is in the bar, curled in a chair by the fire.

He's reading a book, looking remarkably entertained.

He is also eating cookies.

Feel free to interrupt, he likes company.

(no subject)

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

A large brown wolf stretches and shakes the damp from his paws.
It's a beautiful night for a run, and joy! Something is going to die tonight!
Not that it ever isn't a good night for a hunt..
Scratch that...it's not that great when it's raining. But every other time...

Jason inna forest, have at.

(no subject)

[deadirishdemon.livejournal.com]

There's an Irish half-demon in the bar.

He is not, for a change, drinking. He's reading instead, a thick book written in a language that isn't likely to be recognized by many people in the bar - it's Brachen, his father's species' language.

You'd think it was a volume of deep mythological importance, but no - love poems. Rhapsodizing over the shape of some girl's spikes.

Not a metaphor, oddly.

(no subject)

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Castle is slumped over a table with a rather large scotch, looking tired and woeful.

He's listening to his iPod, but ask him what song's playing and he won't be able to tell you. He's not paying attention to anything.

He really needs a distraction.

(no subject)

[kingly-auror.livejournal.com]

Auror. Tea. Dinner.

Mix well and enjoy.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's sitting at a table, working out training schedules.

She's on her third cup of coffee. Come talk to her before she starts bouncing off the walls.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel's on one of the couches by the fireplace, with hot chocolate and his notebook.
He's going to be all right, in the long run. It's everyone else he's concerned about.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Elaine is in the bar, and has been for a few hours now. She's eating and reading "A Grief Observed", rather intently.

She still looks tired, but considerably better than she has looked in a few days.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters, and settles himself at a table.*

*Holly the waitrat gets a grin and a quiet request for a mug of tea, and Will looks around for friends.*

Ask Tim Anything

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

The sign is indeed up. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS, LET ME ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS."

But Tim is sitting at his table with his nose buried in a book. Transubstantiation of the immortal being into mortal form, and the dangers thereof It is a rather thick book, but he seems to be understanding it. Or at least, he's taking notes.

Come bug him.

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

Fully furry and loving it, Storm slinks out the front door and into the night.

Time for some fun...

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's sitting at an out of the way booth. There is a rather battered sheaf of papers sitting in the center of the table. Archie is glaring at it over his teacup.

Escape from the Merrick Institute -- continued

[renevatio.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: There's only so long you can run. After that, you go find some friendly people at a very seedy bar to get you where you need to go! Thank goodness for Jordan's charms, because Lincoln's certainly don't seem to be working.]]

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

In one corner of the room there is Guppy, reaching down a small gap behind one of the booths and making little clicking noises.

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOM: En route to Haven once more, Simon and Kaylee share a quiet moment while River dreams of Miranda. Meanwhile, planetside, Shepherd Book handles some problems of his own.

Once Serenity lands, Mal speaks to Book; he comes up with a plan, which is carried out as the Shepherd looks on.

Major Serenity spoilers, as always, with credit to Joss Whedon for large chunks of dialogue.]

(no subject)

[wer-storm.livejournal.com]

((OOM:Peter and Jason attempt to give Yrael some goodnatured trouble. Millitimed to a few days ago.))

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

A meditating Ghostbuster.

Out back, closer to the lake then the woods.

Since full moon, and he heard some howls here and there. Yeah.

He also had a sign posted by him, reading,

Buzz off, I'm not a tasty snack.

Go ahead and bug him anyway. Especially if you're sensitive to PKE, since the guy makes a nice nightlight.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR, it seems as been busy. His scanner flickers back and forth at a steady-almost smug-pace. Both his hood and front end are littered with leaves, and have a good amount of dirt on them, but for once it doesn't seem to bother him. The observant might also notice that it looks like there's some fur stuck to his undercarriage and wheels.

Who wants to be brave enough to ask what he's been up to?

(no subject)

[herbal-waitress.livejournal.com]

At some point after Michael was in the bar, he takes over looking after the baby, and Maria comes out to be social.

Come say hi.

(no subject)

[gramarye1971]

Merriman replaces the cap on his fountain pen -- the one filled with red ink -- and picks up his cup of tea.

A stack of essays close to hand show the signs of having gone through some deeply traumatic experience.

The tea has gone tepid, but there is only a little left. So he sips it, and opens his copy of the Times to the half-completed crossword.

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

One of the bar rules was 'no naked in the bar.'

Eddie was not naked. He was almost naked, but he saw that as unavoidable. He had to change bandages, and the way he saw it, the best way to get guaranteed sterile bandages was from the bar. Already, he'd re-bandaged his leg, which had been a donor site - and was finishing the clasp on the compression bandage. Yes, he'd kept his underwear on. But with that bandage in place, he started struggling back into his easy-fit pajama pants. He still had the rest of him to go, and he felt tired already.

"I would like something cold, please, Bar," he said, polite. "And caffeinated."

The result was a huge soda, that Eddie began drinking thirstily. He'd have to draft someone into helping him with the rest. Hopefully someone with a strong stomach. He knew his wounds weren't pretty.