milliways_bar | Nov. 2nd, 2005

Nov. 2nd, 2005

kabuki-masked.livejournal.com

Kabuki's a cat who walks by herself.

Unfortunately, it's a double-standard that comes with a heaping side of "emo" served fresh and rare on the side.

She doesn't really want to admit that she's lonely. She never thought she'd miss people until coming here. Attachments she never prized before are becoming important. Dialogues she'd filed away for future reference are being reviewed in her memory.
So she just sits and observes, playing with her weapon's handle and humming to herself.

Current Mood: Listless

excessive-speed.livejournal.com

Speedsters come and go as they please. Sometimes they're there quite often, and sometimes... not at all.

A certain speedster girl has been absent for awhile, but now she can be found again, sitting at the bar and drinking a milkshake. Come talk to her! She loves company.

hg-unwell.livejournal.com

Griffin is rarely spotted in the bar, though he is downstairs often enough. He chooses odd hours and usually returns to his room with his meals.

Tonight, however, he is testing a hypothesis. Invisibility returned when he reached his room last night.

Tonight, visibility most noticably does not return when he reaches the foot of the stairs.

Though no one can see it, the Invisible Man smiles to himself before heading for the Bar and ordering a pint.

not-a-surgeon.livejournal.com

~~Brunette in leather inna bar.~~

She'd been surprised when she woke up and still felt... well. Like an AI. But she'd gotten used to it. She'd put on other clothes, but when she stepped off the stairs, they turned into the leather outfit again.

One more day, it looked like. Not that she'd complain. She'd had a magnificent time with Karr last night.

"Hi, Bar," she said warmly, and she was given a cinnamon roll, big and lightly steaming, as well as a cup of coffee for her troubles. "Beautiful. Thank you."

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM: Anne and Gilbert meet in the hallways after the events of Saturday night. Anne is glittery, apologies are given, and cheerfulness abounds. For now.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

By now, it's a fairly well-ingrained habit for Cuthbert to stop by the office before heading out in the main bar in the evenings.

Tonight, when he comes out, his brow is slightly furrowed, and he's looking around at the bar and its patrons with more than a casual interest.

Coffee is duly appropriated, and taken toward the couch--a routine he's been in so long that he barely thinks about it anymore.

[ooc: mun is working, and slowtime is likely, but tags are welcome]

guppy_sandhu

( Note for Barry and Giles )

inquisitivehero

Hank is in the Bar early today, his head bent over a laptop and his eyes searching the numbers and words that are there for an answer, any answer, to what is going on.

He feels frustrated, singularly angered by the events going on, that he seems to be unable to stop. He won't give up, no matter what. After all, he is an X-Man. Stubbornness comes with the territory. Once not long ago, he wasn't sure of that, or of his place in that team.

But his views have changed, after a long series of events that literally altered his view point. Now he is filled with a certainty. There will be an answer, and he will help. He has to. He cannot bear to think of failing when another is counting on him. So he sits here, trying to find something he missed, striving to find something new, going over new and old information again and again.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits at a table, eyes glowing as he studies a spellbook. His power levels are slowly rising back towards what they were before his illness, and, with them, his access to spells as well. So here he is, in the Bar, reading, while a plate of breakfast grows cold and a glass of red wine grows luke warm.

withamagicword

Billy slows down as he finishes his run and settles at the same rock as yesterday, to breathe and to stretch out his muscles. Today he remembered his water bottle, so he takes slow sips in between stretches.

He is smiling, having enjoyed the run and feeling up about things.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After this Amanda can't handle anymore, she has to get out of here. Moments later her hand is on the door knob to the front door and there is a brief glimpse of a parisian alleyway before the door closes behind her.

born-on-monday.livejournal.com

Solly in bar.

Solly in corner eating frog.

Solly say hello if anyone say hello to Solly.

rebel-falcon.livejournal.com

A pair of boots stride in through the front door. They're not very shiny, and they're not very well-cared-for, but in all other respects they're Imperial Navy regulation boots: long-wearing, comfortable, and designed to fit their owner. They don't pause at the door, but carry on right over to a booth, where their owner slings himself casually into a seat and waits for service, as if he thinks he's in a cantina or tapcafe.

The trousers above the boots, however, are not Imperial Navy uniform. They're scruffy and stained, and the Corellian Bloodstripe runs up the side - a military decoration, but the trousers are decidedly un-military in appearance.

There's a blaster slung low on the right hip, of course.

The open-necked shirt carries on the general scruffiness theme, as does the vest worn over it, and the tousled hair above. The face between the two wears the bland, cold-eyed expression common to all members of the species Galactica Smuggleris, although this face would have difficulty persuading anyone that it's innocent of anything. It's a face that's probably familiar to anyone who's seen a certain bartender. It's entirely unconcerned with the wide variety of shapes and types of people in the tapcafe it's just walked into; it sees stranger things on every street.

It is, of course, Han Solo, several years younger than you might expect, but no less cynical. Come say hi!

And under new mun-agement, and with no recollection of anything that might have previously happened in the bar - that's all in his future, say sorry.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

The Fantasy Novelist Exam asks at one point if one of your major characters could be described simply as 'a dour Dwarf'.

No dour dwarves in the bar today. Gimli's discovered that the Halloween enchantment is gone. He can see over his anvil again. He no longer squeaks when he talks. And he has his beard back.

Time for a proper breakfast, and possibly some form of celebration.

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

Ghost is in the bar. Did you notice?

Probably not. He's not the most conspicuous person you've ever seen. But if you notice the scent of reheated pizza this early, it's him.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Amazing how a nap improves things.

Naraht wakes up about an hour before lunch (Bar time, that is). He is certainly starving. Wanting to remedy this condition, he makes a bee-line for Bar for a hearty breakfast of limestone with some conglomerate thrown in for variety. Tray fully loaded, he returns to the table where he left his holocomputer, his PADDs and various and sundry other articles.

He munches his breakfast, gazing out at the destructing universe outside.

Well, back to it, then, he thinks, picking up the PADD and going to the place in the text that he marked last night.

What the...

For a moment, Naraht thinks that his PADD has a glitch. Rows if complete gibberish scroll their way up the screen. Damn it! I do not need another malfunction...

Then it hits him. Naraht drops the first PADD like it was corrosive and grabs the second. More gibberish. He switches on the holo-computer. The lines of his plans and schematics he can see and understand but the notes he put by them are indeciperable. As he looks more closely, he can tell that...well, they aren't really gibberish. It's obvious they have a pattern but the key to those patterns has been lost.

No, no, no! Mother, please! No!

In one last-ditch effort to deny it, Naraht looks at the tab board over Bar. That final bit of confirmation rips a high, whistling scream from him.

[OOC: As usual, Other curse progresses. Naraht now can't comprehend either written or spoken language. Telepathy can get through but it will be difficult if the person "thinks" at Naraht using words.]

gone_byebye

No waffles this morning, not after yesterday, but... Well, Rho's in a good mood anyway. That happens sometimes.

The way he's nearly smiling, you might almost mistake him for a civilian or something.

lvpd_sidle

Sara walks slowly downstairs, absent-mindedly pulling off her latex gloves and placing them in a disposable container.

She had been forced to sedate 'Connor' last night in order to continue treating 'Murphy'.

Rubbing her head tiredly, she heads towards the Bar.

banished-to.livejournal.com

And, see, the great thing about being a goddess? Norse, specifically? Its that you can go on a three day Atlantean binge and then cure the hangover.

Hel is in the bar, looking as alive as ever.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

It's a dual pup post.
Giles spent yesterday in the library researching.
He's since updated his list of victims and information about the spate of curses.
He was dressed somewhat warmly.
Mostly due to an agitated Venkman spirit by him, who was hovering and pacing by the table.
The two conversed every few minutes, a discussion of great importance.

There was also a sign up.
If you have any information about the recent strange incidents, NOT relating to Halloween, please stop by.
Looking for healers and doctors to assist with several magic-related afflictions.
If you are a veteran from a major event that took place approx. 6-7 months back, Millitime, and are suffering from a recent affliction or are not, see us, Barry or Guppy.

collects_ears

George is sitting at a table drinking tea and translating from a scroll. He has a quill pen, an ink pot and a blank sheet of parchment for making notations.

He's rather lost in his work. Someone should do something about that.

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin finds a table, a chair, and (best of all) a dinner. The lanky young man seems to be enjoying the last of these more than all the rest combined. Mmm, disjointed entrance post.

He's around, he's available to talk to, he's got issues and a snippy tongue.

ms-myers.livejournal.com

[OOM: Nina's in the infirmary and folks, it's not looking good. Warning for some graphic imagery.]

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie is in the bar, curled up half-dozing by the fire with Capi in his lap.

New friends and old are all welcome.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Timidly, Bubbles picks out into the bar from upstairs. She has been in her room most of the morning and was bored of coloring and cartoons. And she wants some chocolate milk...
She takes a few steps down the stair, before sitting on them, deciding instead to watch everyone from her spot on the stairway.

teach-them-all.livejournal.com

In a corner of the bar, the air seems to warp and fold. A woman shimmers into existence. She froze in shock. She hadn't meant to be here. This was wrong.

Her blue eyes darted around carefully as her lean body tensed. The elegant black silk gown clenched in her fists before she forced herself to release it. Pursing her lips, she clicked her tongue slightly while she surveyed the situation.

Too many people to be a trap by the other Chosen... Where was she?

Mesaana, once called Saine Tarasind, has come to Milliways.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

From the little Svava knows so far, she thinks the doom is ending.

However, there is a lot she does not know, and should. (Even if its going to ruin this comforting idea she has.) Go ahead, tell her.

Right now, she is sitting at a table, dressed simply in a sweater, jeans and boots. The remains of a late lunch are to the side, and Svava is reading a book she just recently got from the bar- Quidditch through the Ages. Interesting...

kabuki-masked.livejournal.com

Kabuki, having procured drawing paper from the bar along with a pencil, has set herself down at a booth and is currently filling page after page with sketches of goldfish and dragons. Bunnyrabbits, dancers, whatever catches her fancy.

Every once in a while she'll look up, study the bar, and rub the lack of sleep from her eyes before continuing. Totally absorbed in her work.

Current Mood: calm

notsoharmless.livejournal.com

She comes down the stairs irritably, muttering curses in a few languages (mostly Dutch), bag of music slung carelessly over her shoulder.

She's just gone to see Fenchurch, who isn't in the best of states.

And she's lost her silver stone.

This is a bad day for someone who is already almost constantly angry at at least one thing.

Politeness probably shouldn't be expected from her.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

( A note posted to Staff and Security. )

mop-jockey.livejournal.com

[Upstairs, Lenny dreams.]

Lenny stumbles a little as he walks downstairs. He hasn't had any sleep and he's wearing the same thing he was wearing yesterday.

The nightmares have returned, and now he can almost feel her death.

He sees her everywhere- mirrors, on his bed, sitting in a chair. Laughing, reading one of those bridal magazines.

Anna Marie Toms. His Annie.

[ooc: Other Curse at Work! If you approach, Lenny will think you're Anna Marie, his dead fiancee. All canon says about her is that she's twenty, a hard worker and in a pre-natal nursing program at the local hospital, so I made up her looks: red hair, brown eyes, slightly willowy and pale, about 5'8".]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[OOM: Morgan wakes in the de Hautdesert castle, and explains her quest to the Lord and Lady]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Her head still hurts. It's getting worse, in fact.

But Faith's stubborn, and used to dealing with pain.

So, Slayer inna bar, sitting in a corner booth with coffee and dinner, occasionally rubbing her temple and generally looking pained.

mnt_mike

{OOM: Further ruminations on the plight of one Michael J. Angelo]

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion walks in.

He wasn't expecting it. He'd actually been expecting to head down to the city for a time to speak to his friend the glassblower, but it wasn't an unwelcome surprise. He got another, however, as he turned around.

"Horse?"

Liquid brown eyes stare into his and nudged him further into the bar as the door closed behind them.

"You're supposed to be with Aunt Pol and Durnik and Errand in the Vale..."

Garion rolls his eyes as he gets images of the people in question, especially Errand. Then the horse snorts and nudges him forward.

"I get the point."

Rivan King (plus one Horse) inna bar.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

( Letter to Crowley )

( Letter to Aziraphael )

kiss-my-jazz.livejournal.com

Danny Boodman T. D. Lemon 1900 the Greatest [and Largely Ignored by His Mun] is in the bar. Rather suddenly, as usual, arriving as a few notes of music you might hear if you're not listening to anything but your mind, and a bright movement you might see in the corner of your eye if you're not looking at anything but your daydreams. He stretches his arms out, wanders over to the bar, and orders a glass of orange juice.

Come chat with the pianist. He's entirely too friendly for his own good.

undignified

Wes is in a booth -- not a shadowy one this time -- with a chocolate milkshake, a nice(?) bright shirt, and a guitar.

He can't play it anymore at all, and this annoys and confuses him.

Well, a lot of things confuse him when they have nothing to do with flying, but still.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Once more, there was a slightly purple fox curled up in the chair by the fireplace where Asar-Suti normally sat.

He looked unhappy, for a fox.

[[OOC: Plot-locked for Other-plot curse stuff; Guppy or faun!Gil only, please! Say sorry!]]

gris_bug_man

Grissom enters the bar, looking worried. He had finally found the time to open his emails from Catherine and Sara.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There is an old man with a pipe in the bar.

In his free hand is a small twist of blond hair, nearly invisible. He might be muttering it at from time to time, in between puffs on the pipe.

One last curse, before the jig is up.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric still had a rediculously long striped scarf, this one however, was rainbow striped in bright fuzzy yarn. It was still long enough that the ends dragged even when it was wrapped around his neck three times, but he didn't care much because it was warm.

At that particular moment he was still outside, just enjoying the cool weather, he'd somehow managed to get himself up a tree without snagging the scarf on anything, and now that was the only indication of where he was, scarf trails dangling from a branch.

He'd be happy to talk to anyone who can get up there, especially if they bring snacks. And as he's been up there all day, someone should probably tell him to come inside. Or something.

(ooc: Repost? Me? Never >.>; )

animation-inc.livejournal.com

Anita inna bar.

She's sitting in a booth, laptop in front of her, files behind around her, a book open. Reading and watching the bar, she's looking for Aeryn and Amanda, but is happy to talk to anyone really.

Come say hi, or poke her with a stick

Either are viable options.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt. Or perhaps something should be said about it, if only because it's not one he's worn around the bar until now.
Table, tea and paradoxes, people-watching... the usual.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard is in the bar, at the usual table, tequila and Plath at hand.

It's been a Plath sort of day.

My hours are married to shadow.
No longer do I listen for the scrape of a keel
On the blank stones of the landing.

He's subdued. If you ask him why, he won't tell you.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

Eddie's behind the bar.
Now if there's a smile on my face; it's only there tryin' to fool the public
Eddie looks happy. Eddie looks bright, and smart-assed, and ready to rock.
but when it comes down to foolin' you; Now honey, that's quite a different subjectBACK BY POPULAR DEMANDBut don't let my glad expression, give you the wrong impressionInstant Happy HourReally I'm sad; I'm sadder than sadYOUR OWN COCKTAIL, invented on the spot.You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad; Like a clown I pretend to be gladGive me a NAME, and I'll give you a DRINK.Now there's some sad things known to man, but ain't too much sadder thanStump me and DRINK FREE FOR THE EVENING.the tears of a clown...when there's no one around
Eddie's the bartender, and here he is. Doing his goddamned job. Step right up.

[EDIT: Plz God no more threads. Work tomorrow.]

fearcrow.livejournal.com

[OOM: Things are, slowly, getting worse. Millitimed to yesterday.]

Closet doors usually lead to closets.

"Jonathon, I don't really--"

Except, of course, when they don't. Scarecrow rubs at his -- their -- forehead and blinks, before looking downright sulky.

"Oh, lovely, this place again. Well..."

To even his own surprise, he walks in and closes the door, looking around curiously. There were some odd things happening last time. He's curious to see if they still are.

And, no dress. This he is definitely grateful for.

hg-unwell.livejournal.com

Griffin, out of a sense of scientific curiosity-- quite literally, as Sheppard informed him there was an astrophysicist Bound to the bar, and Griffin is bloody curious-- Griffin has been making the attempt to be... aheh, a little more visible lately.

Perhaps someone would notice a pair of spectacles and a suit wandering about seemingly of their own accord.

Then again, this is Milliways.

fearless-ferret.livejournal.com

The door to the bar crashes open and a black-clad Ron tumbles through, propelled by force of inertia. He comes to rest against the bar, upside down and completely dishevelled, with Rufus clinging in terror to the leg of his baggy ninjapants.

Rufus, looking rather green, falls off, and Ron falls over before quickly picking himself up.

"Okay, that just wasn't right. A man does NOT take that lying down, Rufus. You know what a man does in this situation? I'll tell you what a man does. A man gets right back on the horse, that's what a man does." Ron pauses as Rufus chatters in rodent-speak to him. "Well yeah, I know there's no horse, but there's not supposed to be. It's a metaphor, ya dig? One of those English things." Ron takes another pause for rodent-speak. "Yeah, I don't get it either, but it's what a man says. And Ron Stoppable is one hundred percent man."

Rufus points to the door and his chattering is both inquisitive and urgent.

"Of course we're not going to go now. We're going to get milkshakes full of cheesy goodness first. Then, my naked friend, Ron Stoppable shall certainly prevail!"

Striking a valiant pose, Ron waits for his milkshake to appear. When it does, he sits down on a nearby barstool and slurps it through a pink plastic bendy straw.

The bendy straw gives it a certain special something, Ron thinks.

kitchen_maid

[oom: Early this morning, and after these two conversations with Susan last night, Caspian visits Amy. General doom, gloom, woe, and angst in all three links.]

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

Preggers vampire hunter.

Stew, water, ice cream.

Fireplace.

Awesome.

Current Mood: content

boundxkitty

Elizabeth's lounging on a couch, bare feet curled under her. There's a cup of something warm and smelling of liquor on the table near her. Her attention is switching between a book that she's reading and watching the different people.

She's feeling exceptionally chipper tonight. Though it might have something to do with the fact that she no longer has a wolf tail attached to her.

Come on over and poke her, I'm sure she'd share the couch.

abotticellilady.livejournal.com

[OOM: At her house by the sea, Bianca's having to do some serious thinking, and it's not all that pleasant for her]

Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: Morning Passages - the Hours soundtrack

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's got his sword, he's got a book, he's got a smoothie, he's got a vaguely wary expression in his face. Yeah, he read the notices about the Other, and he knows about what that might mean. So... wary.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: After the rather gruesome start of Harper's Magog Larvae hatching--thanks to the Other's curse--Harper suffers quite a bit in the infirmary. Warning for extreme gore, despair, suicide, whitetext, and surprisingly enough...crack?]

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: The next night. Or perhaps the one after. Harper can't tell, as he's lost all sense of time.]

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: Right after this in the infirmary, Duo goes back to his room for some comfort and some sleep.]

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Gunslinger, couch, coffee.

Thoughtful, slightly distant expression.

[ooc: Again, mun is working and threads might be slowtimed, but anyone who wants a thread before the Midworld gang leaves is welcome to tag in.]

guppy_sandhu

It's raining torrentially in Holby, and a chilly gust of wind breezes through the bar as Guppy comes in, soaked to the skin. He slops his hair back and goes straight through to check on Peter and Nina.
He comes out, slightly confused at the apparent change in his condition. Then he sits down with his sign up, in case there's anyone been missed.

The doctor is in

Have you or someone you know been experiencing strange symptoms, particularly involving the mind? Have you experienced an unexplained change in shape, appearance or species that occurred BEFORE halloween weekend? Please talk to me.

Now and again he glances around for anyone who knows what the hell is going on.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's spotted the notice in the Security office, and so he takes a seat with a good view of the room, scanning it occasionally. Looking for anything out of the ordinary (well, out of the ordinary for Milliways). Looking for anything that doesn't fit, that sets off his instincts.

He's definitely distractable--just don't be surprised if he keeps an eye on the bar during conversations.

inquisitivehero

[OOM: Hank visits Harper in the Infirmary - things do not get any better.]

highking.livejournal.com

Peter has tea, and his sword, and a book. It seems to be about British politics after World War II.

He got curious. He's also curious about the fact that Lilly didn't show up for sword fighting today, but that happens sometimes, so he's not too worried.

redsnout.livejournal.com

"Hssss!" Obviously, something ticked Raptor Red off before she entered the bar. Before she makes her way completely in, she turns her head so she can head-bob and call angrily, her claws twitching. "Khoh! Khoh! Khoh!"

Done with her threat display, she steps fully into the bar with a growl. Scribble scrambles after her mother, cheeping and then perking up once she recognizes her surroundings. The pair makes their way over to the Bar herself, pausing every so often to sniff or stare.

Who wants to pet/feed/flee in terror from the raptors?

clumsy_auror

[OOC: Nymphadora and Anthony dream, and then she wakes.]

Many thanks to Dream-mun for this lovely opportunity. *hearts*

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain is on the couch, cigarette in hand.

Pensive, and a little distant. He's trying not to look broody as well, because he is in the main bar. He's mostly succeeding, anyway.

He's also facing away from the front door. This is deliberate.

He can feel where it is anyway.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random and Ramon enter together, each bearing decidedly odd burdens. Random settles into a booth, dropping various branches and bags and a camera case onto the table in front of him.

Odds are, if you know him, he has something for you.

He's tanned, and relaxed, and looking pretty bloody happy with the situation in general.

Come ask him how his trip went. He'll be pleased to tell you.

namo

The previous night had been a long one for the Vala.

Now he sits in a booth, watching the people in the bar (or perhaps staring at nothing, which is probably closer to the truth), sipping his lukewarm tea.

[OOC: sexual themes discussed in detail in here!]

agirllost

Kim's sitting at a table examining the tarot cards.

She's picking at a basket of fries and drinking something that is most likely alcoholic.

Feel free to bother her.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny wanders in with her stack of books. She looks around quickly she hasn't been encased in a bottle. Once she's satisfied and has noticed that her clothes have stayed the same. She goes to sit at a booth. She is studying History and she would really like an interuption. Have at--*

stilljustandrew

*There's an Andrew in the bar.*

*He's looking for some answers, or at least for some help in finding some.*

ladyfirestarter

The front door opens, and in comes Charlie McGee, looking around.

She's looking for a particular person or two, but wouldn't say no to meeting new people.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo is in bar, eating dinner at a table. He now looks normal, wearing a sweater, having recovered from Halloween. Not that it was too stressful on him...just a bit confusing/annoying/interesting. And I'm sure he'd love to chat.

gone_byebye

Rho had a few words with the Bar earlier today, and as a result spent much of the midday upstairs, having received a pair of bulky objects and some slimmer, smaller ones. Really, he's a quiet lad when he wants to be.

And now he's outside with a paintball gun and a skeet shooting rig. Light blue splatter everywhere, man.