milliways_bar | Oct. 18th, 2005

Oct. 18th, 2005

emrys-lost.livejournal.com

Merlin is in the bar. He has been, since the night the door vanished on him. Damned tricksy doors.

He's chafing at the confinement, and as there seems to be a lovely moon out tonight, he's decided to go exploring outside, away from the Bar.

Perhaps someone should have warned him of the risk. But he probably wouldn't have cared either way. He could use a good stretch.

And so it is, that despite the wolves and cats in the forest, there is now a stag, running along the edge of the lake, stretching his legs for the first time since leaving Fincayra.

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Date Night at the Tonks-Wrangles'. A proactive step against woe, angst, and general malaise. (Featuring really good food.)]

maxwellsdemon02

Duo was showing off for some Preventer trainees at the obstacle course, today. He tore part of a sleeve right off his jacket, so he's carefully repairing the rip and re-applying his rank patch to cover the stitches.

He's sitting cross-legged on a couch near the fire, where the lights are good. He's also apparently pretty good. The stitches so far are small and even.

Current Mood: calm

saint-aequitas.livejournal.com

[after this]

It's late before Murphy makes his way back inside. He stops by the bar long enough to leave a note for

( Dr. Crowe. )

Before he can leave, the bar produces another note. He stares at it for a long time before stuffing it in his pocket and storming upstairs.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

It's a late night in the bar again, though it's been a while since Malcolm has had a chance to enjoy one. He's sitting in one of the less comfortable chairs by the fireplace. There's a serious expression on his face as he watches the fire and sips his usual Glenmorangie.

He doesn't need magic to sense people are hurting in Milliways these days. He hopes he can do his part to help.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

[oom: En route to Haven for the second time, the crew meets to discuss the Operative, and what to do next. Set after Inara and Mal escape, but before Kaylee and Simon talk.]

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at a table near the Door, his eyes filled with anticipation, sadness, worry, excitement and a half dozen other things. He is dressed in outlandish gear, a duplicate of what he was wearing when he left Earth last. He is headed back to Earth for the first time since he left it for his ill-advised Helltrip, five weeks before. Time has come for him to pay the dues, time-wise and the Door which reappeared recently for him sits there.

He glances around, sitting next to a large bag, drinking water, and waits. He will go soon, but for now, he is here.

Hank sets two packages on Bar and watches them vanish befroe he even opens his mouth.

"Thank you, Bar."

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

There's a dandy entering the bar again, for the first time in a year. Well, a year for him. One interesting point to note; It's the first time he's seen in the bar, in a week, and he's coming from upstairs. Those who know him well might remember that he hadn't yet claimed a room before he left. Those who know Illyria would realize that he wasn't in hers. Curious.
While we're pointing out the strange and unusual, he might look rather pale to those who know him, and not quite human to those who know better. He also wishes he was asleep, but he probably wont let on. So he takes a seat in a booth. Which ever is in the most vacated area of the bar, as he almost expects yelling.

Come find out where he's been. Especially those who are likely to be angry, because, oh, how he's missed your drama.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

Illyria is in the bar for general harassment purposes.

She's in a mood this morning. It's not a particularly bad mood, yet, though the mun suspects it'll be getting there with various threads. She's staring blankly at a cup of coffee that the bar has provided her with and poking at it experimentally now and then.

Reasons you might want to harass her:

1. You're a friend of The Shell's.
2. You've got a death wish.
3. You like to poke people with sticks.
4. It's what you do best.
5. ~~Ticky box~~.

Have. At.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Her blade whistleing in the wind as it cuts the air. Moving in beautiful dance like movements it is a kind of meditative state. Aware of everything and nothing at the sametime.

The mornings dew flows over her bare feet and the grass tickles as she progresses through her forms.

She could use a break or if you just want to be annoying come over and say hi.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace, in a bar.

Playing Jenga.

By herself.

Is it winning or losing when the tower falls, then?

Luckily, it hasn't yet. It has, however, become a very flimsy structure. Shouldn't be too long now. Hopefully none of the blocks land in her cocoa when it does go.

(ooc: ~~Time for the second and last lecture of the day. *eyes scheduler who put them three hours apart* Right. Be back in an hour or so, ish.~~ Back!)

poetperry.livejournal.com

Neil is outside playing with the leaves. Please feel free to come poke him...or stare and laugh at his antics.

He's having a good time, so should everyone else!

[ooc-As always, mun at work so unexpected delays may occure! :) ]

the_lioness

*Alanna sits on a table by the back door, polishing her sword with a look of intense concentration. She pauses every few minutes to scan the bar, looking for someone to fight. Wait... not fight. Duel.*

locked-holmes.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: London, October 1890]

He blinked at the sudden excess, light and music and noise. Eight months and nothing had changed, the ambiance identical, daunting and welcoming in turns, and his gloved hand tightened against the knob before he stepped over the threshold and pulled the door shut behind him.

She was not in the main room, but her name remained on the board of running tabs behind the bar, always zeroed. Action before reaction, then, and the next step proved natural enough. He took the stairs two at a time and lay both hands flat against the door of room 135 for a moment, then drew in a breath and knocked. And knocked again, when no answer was forthcoming.

"April." Surely fury would prompt her to open the door, if nothing else.

Goddamn it. Were she anywhere less public, he could not bring himself to consider intruding. Instead, he wandered back down the stairs, then approached the Bar itself with narrowed eyes, slamming both hands down against the surface. "Bring me April O'Neil."

There was a pause; it was a ridiculous request, but everything about this blasted place was nonsense. The bar served him up a glass of scotch, instead.

"Blast you," he hissed, tossing himself down onto a barstool, long fingers wrapping around the glass. Again he had little enough choice but to obey the damnable whims of this place and whatever forces might hold sway over him, here.

[OOC: Locked to Raven, Mikey, and Raph. So sorry.]

gone_byebye

Ray makes his way in through the front door. He's in his civvies, but he's got a trap- a standard issue Ghostbusters box trap- hanging on one side of his belt and a big black flashlight on the other.

He's mostly concerned with getting an early lunch. Bar doesn't seem to mind ths, but when he asks for a burger she gives him falafel on whole wheat.

"... fine. Thank you, Bar," Ray mutters before paying, and receiving his green liquid. "Okay, that I appreciate."

inquisitivehero

OOM: After leaving Milliways, Hank McCoy arrives back on earth... weeks in the past.

jack_inthegreen

Jack enters the bar from the Las Vegas house, and sits at the Bar, setting his satchel at his feet. He starts to order when a note appears for him. He reads it and frowns, and scans the bar for Sara or someone who could conceivably be Murphy.

He has a few notes of his own to deliver, as well.

( Thomas Raith )

( Sara Sidle )

This done, he gets soup and an ale and takes out his notebook and colored pencils. It's a working lunch.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda walks in from outside and asks the bar for a temporary room with two keys. She places a note on the bar along with one of the keys and asks the bar to give this to

( Thomas )

when he comes in, before heading back outside.

withamagicword

Billy Batson is at the Bar.

He is doing homework, drinking milk, and eyeing the rest of the Bar for distractions.

Simple entry post.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

There is a young man in the bar, still cleaning his armor. It seems almost as if he's doing it just for something to do, and yet there's always a section that he's missed or a part that's still dirty. Perhaps he's learned something from Aunt Pol about keeping the hands busy to leave the mind clear.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

It just so happens that there is a certain ex-Peacekeeper standing in the bar. She's standing in full attention position, hands behind her back, legs balanced, face grim. She bears a strange resemblance to one of those guards at Buckingham palace, minus the tall hat. She's also wearing a shirt that states:

"Can't make a Peacekeeper flinch."

Come prove her wrong.

[OOC: This is a great chance to meet her, even if you only walk by and look strangely at her. Come for a few tags, or a whole conversation. Never fear about overthreading, it's a fun challenge. She is allowed to speak incidentally. I shall be here for quite a long time. If in doubt, ping Aeryn suns mun.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara is in the bar. Every so often, she rubs at her temples.

She is no longer crying, but it probably wouldn't take much to set her off.

Approach with caution.

[ooc: Slowtime is love. I have a midterm in a bit.]

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Pancakes!

Tony cooks breakfast for Elaine and Michelle. Millitimed to Saturday morning. ]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max wanders down from her room, dropping into a chair near the fire. Her hair is still damp from showering, and pulled up so that the barcode on the back of her neck is visible, if you've got good eyesight. Or are for some reason staring at her neck.

She orders a cup of coffee and some cereal from one of the waitrats, and pulls out a book to amuse herself with while she eats. It returns with the coffee, and a full course breakfast, which seems to both annoy and amuse the woman at the same time.

There really is too much food there for one person. Feel free to come snitch some.

banished-to.livejournal.com

So some of you may remember last night's entrance for Hel. Involving AU fic that scares the player? Yeah. Please feel free to distract the player from the AU Ramon/Hel that she was talked into. Please.

Hel is seated in some booth or another reading a laptop repair manual. Apparently Bar can provide them in ancient Norse if asked. She's also got a small plate of bitter chocolate, and a bottle of tequila.

This may be worse than the cookie addiction that other deities around have developed.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Ex-dead companion innabar, comfy chair near the fire, not wanting to impose though he knows he could get a room, he still feels that Bar is being more than generous enough.

He's got a mug of what appears to be pink cocoa, a fluffy blanket and the usual book of fairytales, once again reading too deeply into the motives, or really the lack of them.

It would probably do him good to be poked, perhaps fed.

(about ten minutes left for lunch, but slowtime is teh luff, missed tags will be picked up when I get home)

creator_raven

[OOM: In which Raven kidnaps Adam--involving teddy bears, bondage gear, and gratuitous mention of cake.

. . . . to be continued. *cue cliffhanger music*]

kindred_spirit

Gilbert Blythe has settled into an chair near the fireplace, eating an apple and reading a frightfully large book on the history of the British monarchy.

He'd probably welcome a distaction.

[ooc: Sudden slowtime quite possible . . .]

gris_bug_man

A frowning entomologist enters the bar. His favorite straw hat has gone missing. And one of his dear friends is going through an emotionally difficult time.

Last chance to poke the entomologist before the mun goes on vacation. Have at.

[ooc: Slowtime is love. Friend abducting me for an afternoon of shopping.]

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche, by the bar, with a milkshake.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael's in a booth, with a stack of paperwork.

It's his twentieth birthday in eleven days, and precisely four people in the bar know it. Come prise the information out of him.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo is sitting on a rafter with a cigarette, surveying the room.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

After this, Illyria comes down and leaves a note at the bar before storming off again.

( For Q, of the Q Continuum. )

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Tahiri comes downstairs with a training remote and takes a seat at the bar. "Can I have some flimsi and something to write with, please?"

A pad of paper and a pen appear, and she begins scribbling down instructions in legible, if not very neat, English. Which switches control speed and difficulty and laser strength and voice commands that can be used to pause or end exercises. Helpful stuff like that.

"Could you make sure Ray gets this, the next time he stops by?" she says, and the note and training remote both fade obediently into the countertop. "Thank you."

Errand done, Tahiri orders a sandwich and a glass of juice and heads over to a booth to enjoy her lunch.

backwardname.livejournal.com

[OOM: Last night, Campbell Alexander's door opened back into his office's walk-in closet, and he found a small throng waiting for him.]

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

[ooc: OOM: In the House of Arch, after Bianca has two really, really happy threads - first with Random, then with Ramon. Millitimed to the 15th]

note: 'happy' is in this case used rather sarcastically]

galactic-prez.livejournal.com

[Very OOM: In which there is a party, a glimpse of Eccentrica Gallumbits, a lock-picking, and general sneeakiness. The Plan begins to unfold. Sorta. Well, I mean, such as it is, right?]

obligatoryass

Logan. Hot cocoa. Bar.

He's been in the bar for two days, and trying to forget about Neptune. It's working, sort of, but only because bad things are happening here. Not really bad, just breakiness. Mostly Logan breaking other people.

Come distract him, if you dare the possibility of brokennes?

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

It's been a year.
Hot DAMN! Raggedy Andy's playing for the home team!
More for her, of course - she's come and gone a lot, it's over three years for her.
Nick...spit out the fry and tell me how long you've been a vampire.
But for the bar, it's been a year, which explains the single candle in the cake Bar gives her with her lunch and coffee.
Hey. Didn't anybody ever tell you that it's not nice to hit?
She thanks Bar, quietly, and turns, looking for a place to sit.
Max? When was the last time you got laid?
She claims a table in the middle of the room, temporarily ignoring her coffee and lunch in favor of watching the candle burn out.
Meg's dead...so sorry, Andrew...
It's been one Hell of a year.

(OOC: Whitetext from various Faiththreads over the past year...including her first. With much love, for all of you, from her and from me.)

backwardname.livejournal.com

This was one of Campbell Alexander's better days, which was quite obvious by his (and Judge's, perhaps) expression(s) as they stood in the general vicinity of the door.

Why? Because he'd gotten to Milliways straight from his apartment, and it was a lot easier in some ways than going through the office. The largest reason, of course, being that today he planned to take someone with him, and going through his office and downtown to Alden Place would have been terribly inconvenient.

And so, they hung about. And lurked. And were, in fact, still eating popcorn -- yes, again, even Judge.

undignified

There is a pilot, over at a table ... somewhere, with a glass of Whyren's. Mmm, whiskey.
His mun is in icon-abuse mode, since there are eight days left to use them all.
Wes is just people-watching for now. Feel free to try and annoy him.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Granted, the schedual they both had was not set in stone. But Svava and Clarice usually managed to run together in the mornings about a couple times each week. However, Clarice has not been around at all. Vaguely worried, Svava

( leaves a note at the bar )

then takes a seat, watching for either her- or a few other people. She is tapping her fingers on the table, pre-occupied, and hardly noctices when a wait-rat drops off a cup of hot chocolate for her.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse wanders back down the stairs and into the bar once more, looking not much different than he did this morning, except, perhaps, solemn rather than cranky or tired. He really should get around to requesting that room, but he's sure there are others who wish to bitch at him and he can't deny them that pleasure.
So he takes a seat at a booth, the one from this morning again, because it happened to be open and he hopes Illyria will think to avoid it. He's not really looking to test her threats.
He's available for bothering, but if you intend to tell him how stupid he is, he'll most certainly snark at you.

lvpd_sidle

A bag is lying near where Sara sees the door. She is looking much calmer than she did earlier this day.

Approaching the bar, she asks for a piece of paper and a pen.

She hesitates for a long time over the sheet before scribbling a quick note and asking it to be delivered to Murphy.

( The Note )

That taken care of, she picks up her bag and walks out the door.

Current Mood: determined

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has his guitar. He sits cross-legged on a chair, bare feet tapping out his rhythm, and sings.

Quietly. Slowing the song down.

( I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about )

And then he drinks some Guinness.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam is behind the Bar, taking orders.

Have at!

darling-alexi.livejournal.com

She's been slowly getting used to not having to be fully functional, to say nothing of perky, at 6:30 in the morning, but Alexi is a creature of habit if nothing else. The problem with this is that the bar seems to be at its most active when she's starting to get tired, which is not exactly conducive to meeting people. And she should do that, as long as she's here.
(Hopefully no more of them will dump glitter on her.)
Fortunately, she knows how to keep herself awake; to that end, she approaches Bar and asks for coffee. Instead, she gets a note: I heard what your friends had to say. No business in the bar. -Bar
She sighs. "Well, what can I have to drink that'll keep me awake, then?"
The note disappears, and is replaced by a glass of soda.
(In Cyberland, we only drink Diet Coke.)
...This may not end well. For now, at least, she's determined to make the best of it.

(Will have to call slowtime around quarter of nine EST, for about an hour.)

paper-agent.livejournal.com

Yomiko hasn't been in the bar for a while. She doesn't know why, but she's here now, and the bar has provided her with a pile of brightly colored squares of paper. She's started to fold them, making origami animals.

If you come and talk to her, she just might make one for you.

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Here's an Antigone, sitting on a couch near the fire with the copy of Wuthering Heights given to her by Alex. So far, she has yet to open it.

It's her birthday today. She would have been twenty-one.

rwbuddhaboy.livejournal.com

There's a Buddhist in the bar. He had thought he was in the Bar before, but walked through a door, and ended up somewhere else. But he went through another door, and now - he's here, sitting in a booth, drinking a beer - a root beer. Seems he won't be getting served here anytime soon.

awesome_lilly

Lilly's been in the Dreaming, but this time around it wasn't exactly peaceful or happy. She looks pale and worried (~~again. wtf, doombar?~~) when she comes into the bar, looking around for anyone from the crew of Serenity as she settles into a booth.

[OOC: Dreams have to do with FF-plot. Spoilers in links and may follow in the comments.]

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

(oom--Helen contemplates a subject that won't seem to leave her alone. So she writes about it.)

Helen comes down the stairs, a thoughtful expression on her face. In one hand, she has her journal, in the other, her tray. She would be happy to help you. Or just talk to you.

colour_girl

Iris is outside, sitting on a branch in one of the trees by the lake, enjoying the autumn colors.

She's also working on a bag of Skittles, which she's willing to share.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

Serena back at the Bar.

In her usual chair near the fire.

Have at.

sol-aerin.livejournal.com

It has been an uneventful few days.

Aerin has been studiously avoiding the strange section of the castle where she had that odd hallucination - it must have been a hallucination - ever since she managed to get back to her rooms that one day, and she has no intentions of ever going there again. Just to be safe.

It's rather unlucky for her that the door to Milliways isn't inclined to oblige.

Aerin is making her way carefully to the stables, this time, when a door that generally opens on a corridor she uses as a shortcut ends up opening somewhere else.

Aerin stands in the doorway, and rubs her eyes - her vision is a little more reliable, today - and tries to cope with the fact that she has walked straight into what she thought was a hallucination, and it doesn't seem to want to go away.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes downstairs, jeans and t-shirt clad, and grabs a tray from Bar.

She's not drunk, or overly depressed. Though, of course, she is down. That's to be expected.

But she can work, and she is tonight.

May she take your order?

alas_alas

Echo is curled up in a booth with a white blanket and blue socks, sipping from a cup of tea with honey.

She doesn't know about Meg.

Care to ~~break~~ tell her?

action-antihero.livejournal.com

And over at the bar is Jack, drinking coffee and still reading poetry. No coffee in sight, though; Bar seems to think he's been drinking too much of it, so he just has a glass of juice close to hand.

There's also two aspirin sitting next to his glass, but he's ignoring those.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio in the bar with purple sparkly nails. Really, what more do you need?

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

There's a fine line between extra attention and suffocation. Fortunately, Delia's particular brand of care is well within tolerable bounds. Since the wake, things have actually been quite pleasant thanks to her, and Indy would be the first to admit that he feels a bit better about the recent loss.

There's also a fine line between coping and putting a brave face on things...

Be that as it may, Indy is at the bar with a generous triple measure of bourbon. He'd have happily stayed upstairs but, having read certain articles in Say True, he wants some answers. He's looked a helluva lot better. He's looked a helluva lot worse. At least there's no bottle in sight?

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim has one of those rubber yo-yo thingys. Y'know,t he ones where the 'string' is actual a length of rubber. Some of them have balls with flashing lights on the end, or squishy balls, but Tims just has a bunch of rubber tentacles. He seems to be having a great deal of fun with it.

And of course, the sign is up. " HI THERE. THIS IS MILLIWAYS. MAY I HELP YOU ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE?"

ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com

Anoia was at the bar, gnawing somehow delicately at a corkscrew. Her hair was braided up in a crown around her head, and her apron was pale yellow with little happy duckies around the hem and on the pockets.

In the right light she looked almost translucent, and even in the wrong light she looked a little fuzzy around the edges, as if she wasn't quite in focus. There's a perfectly good reason for this of course, and she will probably tell you about it if you go talk to her. She's liable to give you some sort of drawer-sticking impliment as well, but that's beside the point and perfectly normal for her.

renevatio.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Lincoln and Jordan reach Tom Lincoln's house at last. They go in expecting answers; what they learn is beyond anything either of them had imagined. Features large men getting beaten up by small women, significant grins and furious blushing, and nefarious scheming with results to be continued!]]

kayip.livejournal.com

[OOM: Three AM]

Behrooz may look a little tired.

This is probably because it was approaching four in the morning when he left the outside. The time difference is vaguely unsettling, but Behrooz doesn't really care that much.

The Bar has produced tea, but he doesn't pay attention to it. He's flipping through some reading for class, but isn't really taking it in.

Distractions would be appreciated. He'll probably be coherent.

blue_ajah

[OOM: Still back in her world, Moiraine comes to a realization.]

[OOC: No spoilers for Knife of Dreams.]

blue_ajah

[From here.]

A bright silver slash of light parts the air near the front door, widening swiftly into a gateway. An older woman steps through, white-haired and almost matronly-- or so it would seem.

As she passes into Milliways, a golden light surrounds her. One hand touches her temple, just for an instant, and the weave of Illusion collapses, revealing the woman to be Moiraine Sedai. With a single motion, the gateway snaps shut and the glow around her fades.

"Now, perhaps, I shall see what the truth of the matter is," she murmurs. "It may require some small time, but it is worth the risk."

Serene and outwardly untroubled, Moiraine glides toward her usual table, signaling to Holly for tea as she passes.

k_in_black

He's standing outside, not far from the woods. And he can hear them on the move in there....

BLACK AS PITCH AND QUIVERING WITH LEPORIDIAN **EVIL**

He simply nods in their direction, his face impassive behind his regulation shades. Oh yes, they remember *him* all right.

...K's grip is sure, and he feels a surge of satisfaction deep in his gut as the satanic Lepus explodes in a blast of Righteous Protons.

Well, they can just go right on watching their fuzzy asses...

K is contemplating demon bunnies tonight. Feel free to join him.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

Despite earlier disastrous conversations, Illyria is back in the bar, looking like she'd be happier tearing things to bits outside. She may have done that for a while, too. But she's back now and mad as hell. She's sitting in a booth drinking some unidentified girly drink. She didn't bother to ask for it to be blue, so it's pink. That pisses her off, too. She's glowering at the drink almost as much as she is at the other patrons.

It's the last time she'll be in before finishing out her canon, so if you'd like to have one last chat with her before doom occurs over the rest of the week, now is your chance. Plotty things will be happening but the post is absolutely not locked to plot.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's sitting at a table. That's not really all that surprising. What might be a bit startling, or at least stare-inducing is the pile of small plastic blocks around her. She's building a huge set of Legos. A diorama of sorts, really. Scattered around a large mass of Legos are small figures. Jedi, stormtroopers, even the odd Gungan. 'Verse save us, Val's got Star Wars Legos. She must be bored. Bug her, please?

honest-johns.livejournal.com

[OOM: Yesterday afternoon, Lilly and Alain go for a trail ride, and find respite in it.]

flybywash

[OOM: Out in the black, things are getting worse. Simon, Kaylee, and Mal all know it; so does River, who's both comforted and frightened by her dream-visitors in turn.

They've found Miranda, though. And there's a message waiting for them.

Nobody takes it well, Mal least of all...but this crew ain't the type to just lie down.

They aim to misbehave.

(Serenity spoilers abound, Joss is boss, etc.)]

guppy_sandhu

Guppy in the bar, sitting near the trilobite tank.
Reading The Times and otherwise not doing very much. His sign is up.

The doctor is in ~~but his mun has gone to sleep~~

Have at.

[oom: Post-Milliways]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's been outside again, in the quiet of the woods, studying the notes Arithon gave him. He's not really getting anywhere with them. Still.

He has tea.

chelleuncurled

Michelle's in a booth with her laptop and a cup of coffee. She's trying to think of ideas for her next article.

Want to help?

namo

[OOM: Following this OOM out by the lake, Námo takes the Man to his rooms and watches over Gorlim until he truly fears Gorlim will not wake. Revelations are made when Námo enters Gorlim's dreamscape, and Gorlim is able to find the way out of the quagmire of his memories, waking beside Námo. Warnings for angst and sexual themes.]

leplusbeau

Fleur slips downstairs, still very pale.

She traces a finger across the bartop. "Cherie...could I have something to write on?" And bar proves.

( Letter for Tom )

She hesitates several times writes but finishes and asks Bar to deliver it when she next sees him.

( A quick note to Tonks )

Before heading back upstairs, Fleur orders a shot of tequila. She makes a face but throws it back. And scampers back up the stairs.

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Apparently it's not a good idea, after all, to ask the bar to provide you with an entertaining book. This had been a lesson Heero had not learned yet; however, tonight is drilling it in rather well.

He should have known from the cover, but apparently he'd misplaced his sanity today. And he'd tried reading it. He's only a few pages in, but he's already regretting this. He's also taking great efforts to try to hide the identity of it from the rest of the bar.

Whatever it's given him? It's got to be interesting, if the look on his face is anything to judge by. It's some strange cross between dumbfounded and pure 'wtf'.

stopped-signal.livejournal.com

[OOM: Let it never be said that Mr. Universe doesn't do his research.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn was seated at a couch, legs drawn up beneath her, hand at her mouth. She was looking at the fire. It never gets any easier. I thought I had let it go. She's somewhat more muted than earlier. Should I go back? Could I stand it if I did. There's a good chance that she's angsting and feeling weak.

[OOC: Sometimes I wish she would trust more people and finally get this off her chest XD Going away now, tag if slowtime is alright.]

last_adam

[OOM: Some time after today's earlier scene, in which Adam is abducted by Raven, Alanna comes home to find Adam in her bed.

Warnings for explicit smut and some kinkiness.]