milliways_bar | Oct. 21st, 2005

Oct. 21st, 2005

Duo is once again in an armchair by the fire. He's sitting sideways, legs tossed over one of the arms. In his lap is a book on the anatomy of birds, open to a page about the bone structure of wings.

His feet are bare, and he's dressed in old faded jeans and a sweatshirt that's obviously too big for him. Apparently this is an evening of comfort.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

[OOM: Several days after the final battle, the crew of Serenity return to the ship, and start putting their lives back in order.

A day or so after that, Zoe seeks Simon out, and gets some...surprising news.

Finally, the crew take care of something, and then get back to work on repairs.

(Full of spoilers and Jossness, of course.)]

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

[OOM: Still outside of Milliways, Ryan visits a few people.]

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: Why - Annie Lennox

futures_of_ash

Rachel is...curled up under a table today. Happily so it seems. She's reading some book or another, seemingly lost to the world. That wouldn't explain why she seems to flinch each time people walk nearby though...

blue_ajah

[OOM: Moiraine departs the Dreaming, preparatory to returning to her world. In the process, she leaves some things behind.]

[Millitimed to last night, just before Moiraine entered the bar.]

sai_delgado

[OOM: Susan updates the stockline record to properly include a new resident of the stables.]

tedkord.livejournal.com

One day you're trying to figure out why Batman's being even more nucking futs than usual, and the next you're getting shot in the head by someone you could have sworn was your friend. Misguided and potentially evil but still your friend.

Ted Kord, formerly the second Blue Beetle, gingerly shakes his head worried something like brain matter would fall off and then wonders how the heck it was he had a head to shake.

He just sort of walks through the random darkness he's in until a door opens up. Confusing but helpful. He stumbles on through and isn't very surprised when he can no longer see it when he looks back over his shoulder. He just hopes this isn't Hell because if it is he still won't be able to drink at the bar he appears to be at.

Current Mood: confused

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

[OOM: Anthy gets all up in Desire's face. Desire is all OH NO YOU DI'N'T! And Anthy's like YEAH I WENT THERE. Or maybe it's the other way around. Some . . . thing . . .

Wacky fun.]

perfectblue.livejournal.com

[OOM: Illyria's Return to Canon, Part three. Minor ow. More to come.]

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

Slowly, shaking just enough for anyone with well-trained senses to notice, Paul walks down to the common room and gets a caraff of Caladan wine from the Bar, then slips into a seat near the Observation window. It has been several ~~months~~ days since he was seen here, as he has taken great pains not to be while going through the final phases of Spice withdrawal. A dead man who should by all rights be twice dead, he has come to terms with the knowledge that his former life and those of all his kin are over, and now requires only a reason for why he yet lives. Do you have one for him? Or, perhaps, a task he might perform? His Vision is lost, but his skills remain; and so, he waits.

[[OOC: while Paul drowns his nerves, mun will nap until 6pm GMT]]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Millitimed for Thursday Night (in Paris)

( Watchers Chronicles )

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is sitting on the couch with her legs resting on the couch bent. Her arm is hanging over the arm of the couch proping up her book and her headphones are placed gently over her ears. She can be heard speaking a very strange language, to those that don't know ancient egyptian, vert poorly.

Both her briefcase and gym bag seem to be abandoned by the couch. Come and chat she wont bite... hard.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

~~Ego~~ ~~Lettuce~~ ~~Radiccio~~ ~~Guillaume~~ ~~Roadkill~~ Montparnasse! is in the bar.
It was all about the suspense.
Also, he's sitting. Yes indeed. In a booth.
Company would be welcome, if only to keep the mun from htmling everything into pretty colours.

firmus-piett.livejournal.com

Girl. Tea. People-watching. Good mood too.

Have at.

the_lioness

*Down near the lake, a redheaded knight and a miniphant are playing in the leaves. Occasionally, said knight stops to do Shang exercises or run through sword drills, but she remains distracted.*

gone_byebye

Ray stayed at Milliways last night. It's late October in a New York City where the wall between the realm of the spirits and the world of the living has all the stopping power of Tyvek. A man needs his sleep, dammit.

But he's awake now, and he has a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, and he's wearing a Green Lantern t-shirt (Silver Age, thank you) and a modified set of his usual goggles pushed up on his head. And he's got a trap hanging from his belt, standard Ghostbusters issue. So he's happy.

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is back in the bar. Curiosity prompted her to ask Bar for other books about her current interest. This is why she's curled up on the couch reading a fairly hefty tome on computers as though it were a novel.

One can only be in awe of the skill of the person who managed to translate technical terms into ancient norse runes.

She still takes up all but a tiny fraction of the couch, as "curled up with" means a lot less when you're well over seven feet tall.

number-ten-ox.livejournal.com

In years to come Peking will be known to the barbarian world as Beijing and will be the capital of the most frighteningly vast population the world has ever seen. But for Number Ten Ox, the capital city is Chang'an, the city he dwells in is only pronounced 'Beijing' by the population of the Forbidden City, and the only way to get more than three million people is to be someone imperially connected in desperate need of a massive engineering project that depletes the entire Empire's resources.

All of which is to say that when the door opens, the Peking on the other side bears small resemblance to the concrete-and-steel, car-ridden, bicycle-infested Beijing of the twentieth century. And by the look on Ox's face, Milliways bears small resemblance to Meng's Money Exchange, either.

Oh well. He needed breakfast anyway.

last_adam

*Adam paces just outside the bar exit, looking anxious. He's waiting for somebody... or something. That much is obvious.*

[OOC: Not locked for plot entirely, but if you're going to tag and/or watch, please ping me first: OORamiusOo]

the_antiangst

Out of Milliways: "Are you the guy from Mark Cohen's movie?" No warnings, other than for a stray line of whitetext toward the middle.)

perfectblue.livejournal.com

... let's try this inna right place this time, shall we?

[OOM Part Whatever: in Which the mun breaks the goddess in one sense of the word.]

Note: canon spoilers ahoy for the end of Angel: the Series. Character death.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Can't stay inside forever, however much he dislikes the season. So, Sheemie's outside with the kitten on his shoulder, walking barefoot through the leaves towards the stables.

herbal-waitress.livejournal.com

Maria, in the bar, singing the baby to sleep after his feed.

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan's mostly been sticking with Andrew, for the last week or so.

He's downstairs for a while now, though.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to after Wash's SPOILER, Bert escorts Lilly to her room and gets Alain so they can talk. Warning for spoilers, plot, woe, and bits of schmoop peeking through.

But then, after they fall asleep, ninjas attack! Mike's chief weapon is tea... tea and woe... woe and tea... His two weapons are woe and tea... and ruthless breaking. No one expects a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle to make them cry.]

the-eternal-man.livejournal.com

Belgarath is in the bar, sitting at a booth and looking a little subdued. After the fight with Garion a couple of days ago, he's been out in the forest, living as a wolf as a way to ease the ache he feels for his wife.

But living off bunnies loses its appeal eventually and he knew there were things that needed to be fixed. Hence, Belgarath, staring into a tankard of ale.

boundxkitty

There's a wereleopard in the bar. And in honor of her mun, she also has a bowl of hot cream of chicken soup in front of her. She's been absent for a week or so.

Come poke at her while her mun is up to it.

[OOC: Since noone has posted, the mun is off to lay down for a while.]

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is up a tree, outside.

blind-courage.livejournal.com

[OOM: Campbell and Ivy have a date. Sort of. Featuring lots of denial, emotional uncertainty and basil pesto. Timed to Tuesday last.]

jed-leland.livejournal.com

Mun should be doing other things, like her audio project, cleaning her room, or, most importantly, eating. Instead, she is throwing Jed in the bar.

Ah, well. Come bother the "dramatic critic."

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Red-head outside, by the lake.

She may or may not have been studying, before getting distracted by the flicker of light on water.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

Morgan's crouching on the floor next to her normal table, picking up bits of broken glass.

Picking them up, twisting them in the light so they shine and refract and glitter the way only broken glass does.

Her fingers are slightly cut, but she hasn't noticed.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

Bianca is curled up in a booth, her now-dark hair curling around her shoulders.

It'll grow back by tomorrow.

For the moment, however, she's reading Dante's Divine Comedy. In Florentine Italian, naturally.

guppy_sandhu

In a booth in one of the bar's many corners is Guppy, examining the contents of a large parcel, which would appear to be:
One bright red knitted jumper with a piccie of Bugs Bunny on one side and 'What's up Doc?' on the back.
One jar of jam, strawberry.
Some extremely solid rock cakes.
And a letter, which he is reading with interest.
( Letter )

There is light at the end of the tunnel, and it's the glimmer of hope.

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

Nick.
DOOM.
In bar.
DOOM.
Drinking dinner.

harvard_bounty

After a two month long absence, he's back.

They say curiousity killed the cat. Let's hope the same isn't true of bounty hunters.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

After this. (Minor Angel spoilers, though this is a mostly made up canon ending for her. Violence, naturally.)

She sags back against a door in the blood-soaked alleyway. She starts to fall, and as she does so, she catches the door handle in her attempt to brace herself and at least die on her feet.

The door opens.

And she falls through.

A soaking-wet, bloodied goddess falls backwards through the door onto Milliways' floor, where she lies in a broken heap, unmoving except for very faint breathing. Her armor is torn in various places, and she has a number of injuries that are likely to be fatal to her if not helped - most notably the bloody gash across her midsection that has done significant damage despite her modified biology. She's pretty much a mess in other ways, but that's the one that will kill her the fastest.

Her entrance is likely to draw the attention of at least a few key people.

[ooc: all are welcome to observe, but if you're going to tag into the main helping thread, please to be pinging Frozen Illyria or coming to crackchat to let me know.]

mouse-shadow.livejournal.com

Paul sits, no longer interested in the sights outside the Window or what they mean for the fates of wanderers and dead Messiahs. Listening to the myriad conversations around him, he is amused at the pursuits of those who also have left behind former lives and toys at the idea of joining in their schemes. He can be a resourceful ally...

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

OoM: After Moiraine leaves

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

[ooc: PLOT-LOCKED. not!Jack and Triplets only please!]

Time is running out for the Triplets. Halloween's a week away, and they still haven't gotten their Haunted House built.

And after tonight, their plans will be squished like a bug on a windshield.

"I wish I still had my lighter. Stupid fleshie took it. Which fleshie? You remember Barrel, the one we sacked. OH. I thought it was the one we bashed. Nah, that was the one we nearly burned. No, he was the one who gave us a chain saw. No he didn't. OH. BAR. GIMME A CHAINSAW. And some acid. And some chains. And rope. Lots of rope. And some saws. Remember, we burned two others a few weeks ago? No... We got in trouble for it. Not really though.. we don't get in trouble for anything here. I mean, WE SACKED SOMEBODY. Like the Easter Bunny. Hey, that guy.. what's his name? Is he bleeding? Yeah. Heeeeeeeee! He looks like he's gonna die. Maybe he'll let us stick him in a pumpkin after he dies?"

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is sitting at a table, with many many books strewen about. Some are closed, some are open and she is rifling through one after the other at a rather quick pace.

Come ask what's so interesting.

kitchen_maid

[OOM: Monday. An invitation is delivered, first from Anne Shirley to Gilbert Blythe with mild awkwardness, and then from Amy to Caspian, with breakfast. Later Caspian and Gil talk briefly in the hall, and then everyone has tea and pie. Less insane than it sounds. Sort of.]

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

Xander's feeling ... almost cheerful this evening. Not like, well, before, but-- better. Better than he's been.

Please keep all woe, doom, and angst far away from him. If, however, you come bearing action, adventure, fun, or pandas, you are more than welcome to greet him. He's playing solitaire at an empty booth.

He's cheating, too, but only when there's nobody watching.

kitchen_maid

Amy is a table, watching people go by, and drinking tea and eating muffins. She'd probably love company, and she'll probably share the muffins.

Come say hello?

[ooc: Mun may need patience and slowtime, but should be around for a while.]

dreamer_fray

[WOOM: Still in Hell, there is a Sibling Reunion. Aww?]

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie wanders slowly in from out back looking thoughtful. Yeah, he's been studying again. A smoothie appears on Bar's surface as he passes it. He takes it with a fond pat and heads over to one of the squashy chairs near the fireplace. Come talk to him.

puckishly.livejournal.com

There is a fae.

He has a milkshake.

It probably brings all the boys to the yard. Wanna find out?

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

~~Because Merc wants to thread herself into oblivion,~~ Antigone is in the bar as well. She's on the first few pages of Wuthering Heights.

It is unclear what she thinks of it.

called_lioness

One blonde Pevensie girl (no. Not Susan. I don't care what the BBC says.) has tea, in a bar.

There is an oom coming where she finds out her blond brother (this is not hard) has left the bar, and it is millitimed to before this.

But there is no woe.

Because woe would make the mun's head break.

A bit of quietness, though. Lots of quietness, in fact.

And a notebook, being written in.

And there you have it.

sai_delgado

She has no reason to be so tired, really. No reason to feel this dreamy and disconnected-- but it happens sometimes, mayhap.

As a result, Susan is curled up on the couch by the fireplace, hot chocolate on a low table nearby. She is toying idly with a handful of golden and red autumn leaves, collected this afternoon on a ride through the forest.

prydeful

[OOM: Earlier today, in Marvelverse, there is Kitty and Piotr,, and tears, and trying to get through the day.]

yami-no-yugioh.livejournal.com

The boy with the wildly distinctive hair is curled onto one side against the floor, in front of the fire, and its light reflects in the red of his eyes. A chess board sits exactly centered before him, white pieces largely to his right, black largely to his left. At the moment, he's hovering over the white side.

Knight, Yugi determines at last.

Right here. Yami smirks, placing it precisely with slender fingers before Yugi can say another word.

Laughter like light. You're cheating.

I'm still playing fair. Neither of them can help cheating, after all, and Yami chuckles aloud.

Neither of them would mind an interruption, either.

~~resurrected EPs are love~~

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is in the bar. She's looking for someone, but that doesn't mean she's not up for talking.

She is sitting on a barstool and she's having a good day, but she still misses Ryan, and is twisting her ring around on her finger.

Where are you now? Are you all right? Do you...remember me, where you are?

Elaine sighs. Some pain never goes away.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim got bored last night. It is generally agreed that this? Is a Bad Thing. It means he gets inventive with things. Especially magic.

Which is why Tim comes sailing into the bar for the first time in a while. No, he's not on his skate rug. He's apparently wearing some rather hevay boots. Funny, they look like he's got some kind of eaving on the bottom of them.

He soars across the floor, hootin and a hollerin and in general making a fool of himself. Once across the floor, off the rear wall, up a rafter, loop the loop and back towards the staff wing.

Yup, Tim made him self a set of roller rugs. Rug blades? Something like that. He is enjoying himself, to all senses. Come say hi, pick up a pair, tell him goodbye, what have you.

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

He sings ...

( If I had a Rocket Launcher )

The Joker sang his way into the bar, as usual.

(ooc: Lyrics by Ryan Harvey)

petriedino.livejournal.com

There's a baby pterodactyl in the bar.

Who wants to tell him what's happened to his favourite human-pilot?

prydeful

She comes in.

Well, Edmund's not there, and someone's got to work, and she hasn't since she was shot.

And...

Well.

It comes down to the fact that he's not there, she supposes, more than anything else, as she writes the specials on the board.

Happy Hour Specials

Evil Tea
Pineapple Punch
Hot Toddy
Gunfire
Herbal Flame

There's no theme here.

Really.

None.

Or she pretends that, anyway, as she perches on a stool behind Bar.

"What'll it be?"

95-tan.livejournal.com

One ~~aspiring alcoholic~~ OS in the bar, working on a bottle of Atlantean.

Current Mood: busy

fearcrow.livejournal.com

It is a tired, tired man that drags himself through the door.

Jonathon Crane is aware that he doesn't have long before Scarecrow usurps control. He hasn't slept any more than he had when Scarecrow

(taunted, lied, danced)

a few nights earlier. He's almost not willing to drag himself in. Doesn't want to face certain people after what happened.

Maybe he can convince them...

...convince them of what?

Jonathon chooses a booth, as he did the night before, and settles himself deep into it, curling up slightly.

He looks like death warmed over, and, almost certainly, is half asleep.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

House. Inna bar. With a rare entry post. ~~Mun's been super busy and distracted and such~~

He's sitting by the observation window, staring at the scene beyond. He has a glass of scotch in his hand and an over grown dog in his lap, preventing him from reading the medical journal he got with his dinner. Not that it matters, his mind is too jumpy to focus on the articles.

Feel free to ~~harass~~ pester.

dontusemyphone.livejournal.com

~~Joe~~ Richard inna bar. Sitting in a booth with a salad and a milkshake.

George Mason had been with him earlier, but George hasn't been feeling well, and excused himself to go back up to his room after dinner. Richard opted to stay, alone, in the bar.

He hopes he doesn't regret that decision.

But so far, no one had bothered him. And he had a book to read.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha's at Bar, scribbling some complex notes. Occasionally, she shows a notation to Bar and a sample piece of metal is provided. She tests each carefully with an odd little device, gives a nod, and Bar reabsorbs them. She's settled on the optimal alloy for most of the components already.

i_vanquish_evil

Leading in from Nick randomly walking up to say 'hello'...

Van Helsing clutches his head, screaming in agony...

and collapses to the floor.

There is probably a very confused Nick Knight standing over him.

Current Mood: in pain

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia is in the bar, knitting after dinner. The remains of a serving of violet pudding are on the plate in front of her, but other than that there is nothing of note to report.*

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

[OOM: Finishing up the repairs to Serenity, the crew gets an unexpected wave, and a visitor.

And then, finally, there's takeoff, from two perspectives.

(Spoilers, Joss's writing in places--you guys know the drill by now.)]

creator_raven

Raven comes down the stairs, and though he pauses to look out the window, he does not linger. Instead he orders a plate of cookies from Bar, and settles himself in a booth.

Not even an out of the way booth.

He looks comfortable, and he is idly fiddling with a quill pen, two dice, and a small leather wristband.

After a moment he orders a pitcher of lemonade from a passing waitrat, as well as several cups.

He wouldn't mind company.

He likes people.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Alanna and Thom. It takes two.]

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

[OOM: Zoe makes a discovery. Say it with me now, kids--Serenity spoilers.]

Well.

Here's something we haven't seen in a while.

What is it? Oh, just a Serenity crewmember walking into the bar.

Those who don't know Zoe, or have only met her once or twice, probably won't be able to tell there's anything different. To anyone who knows her, however, there's a muted, subdued air about her.

Anyone who knows her well enough to detect it will probably also know why.

[OOC: Plotlocked, say xiexie. :D]

badinlatin

[OOM: Doorfinding. Not really Serenity spoilers, but.]

There is a Rogue Spaceship Captain in the bar at the end of the universe.

Cane or no cane, he could probably do a jig right now. If he knew one. And his first mate's already been dragged off somewhere, so he doesn't see her around either.

Go easy on him. And bring him a Scotch and he'll love you forever.

kings-guard.livejournal.com

Athos has been keeping to himself for the most part since he got here. Tending to stay silent, watch people calmly and drink a lot...at which point, he was rarely so silent anymore. This is one of those times. He's been drinking all day, there are a number of empty wine bottles scattered around him - any poking is likely to result in...well, a reaction of some sort, depending on who you are. Pot luck! Oooooo dangerous!

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn came downstairs, bag in hand and sat down at the bar.

"Raslak." One last drink before she went.

[OOC: As a la back room post, may be gone for quite some time. I'll probably be able to get access to dial up, so I'll be able to keep up, but no time to RP. If you don't mind slight slowness over-threading is no problem. I'll be here all night.]

Current Mood: nostalgic

not-bambi.livejournal.com

JD. Bar. Beer. Cheery!

Come say hi, if you like odd chat.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR is humming. Not because he's thinking, though. The AI is quite cheerfully humming songs from the 80s-the exact song keeps changing every few moments. His scanner zips back and forth, blazing as he navigates through the bar. Who wants to find out why he's so happy?

bloodyrockgod

Charlie atta piano, playing softly and singing even more softly. Seth sleeps in his carrier on a chair pulled beside the piano bench.

( I open my eyes, I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light )

This baby gets the oddest lullabies.

[ooc: mun did not have to work as late as she was told. yay!]

wer-storm.livejournal.com

There's a Peter in the Bar! He snags some ~~hot chocolate~~ tea and heds for a small table.

(OOC: No AIM, and slowtime could happen at any time. But crack is needed by me, so yes, the insanity is happening)

jack_inthegreen

Jack is enjoying a martini and a book.

It's Reviving Ophelia.

Jack has interesting theories about parenthood.

blueskinnedboy.livejournal.com

Chris does not walk into the bar. He's far too graceful. He may even be doing a little soft-shoe as he gets a drink and finds a table to sit at and conversation to share.

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

[OOM: Certain facts are not very easy to ignore.]

Heero in the bar, sitting on a stool, with a bandaged wrist. He's operating under the pretense of his usual observation tactics, but if anyone were to look closely enough, they'd notice he's not paying attention to anything at all.

Hmm.

the_lioness

[OOM: After Adam and Raven fight, Raven returns sans Adam. He assures Alanna that they did not burninate each other.]

popular-in-pink.livejournal.com

Collecting miniature furniture was fun while it lasted. Glinda decides that rather than work she'll go hide in a place where it more-than-likely won't trouble her.

She flounces on into the bar and orders something very pepperminty and pink.

Current Mood: chipper

gonna_live

The front door opens.

She looks a little scruffy, and there's a big smudge on one cheek, but Kaylee Frye is indeed in Milliways Bar.

Say xiexie.

[Locked due to shared computer issues -- sorry. Will be back for things tomorrow.]

astral-brat.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back on Ossus after a trip with his cousin. To Endor. Yup. Totally Endor. (Whitetext, yo.)]

If you were to look up at the door right now, you might see a slightly-confused nine-year-old boy standing just inside the bar, letting the door close behind him. Well, you can't blame him, really -- he was expecting a much smaller and less crowded cottage.

Then his eyes light up as he realises where he is instead. Been a whole year for him, almost. Nice to be back in Milliways.

He runs over to Bar and, just about tall enough to see the surface, asks her very politely for a kyleme. Which he receives. Along with a tab in his name, alas; he'll get his mother to pay for it later. Maybe.

And there you have it -- Ben Skywalker, on a bar stool, drinking something blue and fizzy. Say hi!

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Witch inna bar. She's trying to write a letter and sucking on the pen tip. The wrong end. Come tell her that her lips are turning blue.

[OOC: Same as Aeryn's post. here until 3am GMT.]

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

After coming in from an indeterminate time working on Antar and immediately performing an emergency healing on Illyria, a very tired Michael heads for the Bar. Slowly.