A knack for the slow nights...

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Writing - like, you know, with your hands? - is not something professional hackers tend to do a lot. But at Diana's suggestion, the snakeskin-and-sunglasses-clad Cypher is sitting at the bar with a soft leatherbound notebook and a rather nice silver fountain pen. Okay, so he just has them right now, and appears to be admiring them rather than using them - but hey, it's a start.

Just in case, though, he's also managed to procure a circa 1998 laptop from the bar, and when he boots it up he mutters a long string of curses that ends in -

"Ah, christ. Windows."

(no subject)

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles, normally a happy-go-lucky little blond girl, stares at the door with a determined frown. It is taunting her.
Lady Bar knew that Bubbles has never been separated from her sisters, even for this long of a period. So why is she keeping her here? What purpose could it fulfill? She doesn't know, nor does she understand.
A misplaced growl escapes her lips. Bubbles is becoming desperate. She is willing to do anything to get back home to her crime fighting, to her family, to her Townsville!
She can't take it anymore!
Bubbles suddenly runs for the door and its shadowy dept. It just HAS to go back to Townsville! With a final dive she goes into the blackness...

...and emerges on the other side. Into an empty booth upside down.
"Ow..." she rubs her head with a hand. Bubbles freezes for a long moment. Something is wrong...
She slowly pulls back her hand from her head, looking at it with wide eyes. Her hand is bigger...
Her gaze follows along her arm, then at her legs. They're all bigger!
Scrabbling out of the booth and onto her feet, she looks down at her new, teenage body. Her jeans and short shirt seeming to show every curve.
"Eeep!" escapes her lips, "What happened?!" even her voice has changed some with her body, no longer at a high-pitch.
She was warned that there could be strange side effects if she had messed with the door before it would let her through. She just didn't believe at the time.

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*The front door opens, and in comes Andrew Wells. (...when did he leave? Oh, whatever -- he's back now.)*

*Anyone paying attention to the room visible behind him will note that it's not his flat in Rome; it's an anonymous motel room. Probably somewhere in the United States.*

*There's a purposeful look to him. Wherever he's been, Andrew's back with a job to do.*

(no subject)

[simon_doctor]

[OOM: After an encounter with Jubal Early last night, Kaylee talks with Simon. Or, well, not so much "talks" as ... "doesn't talk," really. Rated I for Issues.]

(no subject)

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

The plane was not immediately visible, partially due to the fact that, at the moment, he wasn't a plane. Instead, he was a human, carefully settled in a booth where he had a small slice of privacy. He'd set up with some borrowed tools from Bonnie. A spotlight and magnifier on a flexing arm, a soldering iron, a rather interesting brace... All sorts of interesting things which he plied with careful and sure hands.

In his grasp, something was taking shape. Taking careful shape. Bonnie didn't know the extent of what he'd managed to work out, but she had said three simple words. 'I trust you.'

So therefore, he worked. Small wisps of smoke rose now and then, smelling of molten metal and slightly scorched plastic. It was taking shape.

(no subject)

[mahtigwess.livejournal.com]

[OOC: In Milliways or Out, Rabbit and Dream share a few words.]

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar and begins frantically looking around.*

Millie? Wade? Has anyone seen them? Fuck it, Rose needs to pay closer attention when she babysits

*Her children do know enough not to continue hiding once they've been found out, and rush to her side. She scoops them up and hugs them close, checking them over to make sure they're all right*

God, I was so worried about you. Don't you ever ever ever run off like that again, all right?

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

River is perched in the rafters, watching the room. Watching certain corners of the room, especially.

What? It's very comfortable.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Alanna visits Adam in the cells.]

(no subject)

[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

(OOC: The hardest thing in this world... is to live in it.)

There had been a few moments of

(no fear)

bliss, absolute beauty

(no pain)

and rightness.

(no doubt)

A possible lifetime, or maybe a few short months. Weeks. Days.

And then -

---

The door opens. She's wearing a cream sweater and brown jeans. And an expression of exquisite anguish.

Dying to save the world... to end up in a bar.

"Oh, come on. Somebody up there's got a wicked bad sense of humor. Where did the megawatt lighting go to?"

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Millitimed to Sunday morning. Cuthbert and Susan go riding. Rated C for Cute and for Conveniently Placed Piles of Hay, and H for Hats and Hey, Look, We Can Still Write Threads That Aren't Woeful!]

(no subject)

[badinlatin]

[OOM: Mal and Kaylee talk. Includes mentions of Jubal Early...and Mal needs help picking out what color robes go with his shoes. Or something.]

OOM:

[ucav-tinman.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Washington D.C., 2008. Plans arise. Warnings for Stealth spoilers and cursing.]

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is in the bar. Aside from slightly bruised knuckles he doesn't look like he beat up a goddess the other day.

He does look quietly dazed, and one of the scars from his face is gone. Specifically the one Ramon gave him.

Odd, that.

(no subject)

[gonna_live]

[OOC: Earlier tonight, River finds Kaylee. Hilarity ensues.

Rated O, for Oh my god if the flower arrangement thing ever actually comes to pass Jayne will never let Simon hear the end of it.]

A not-quite-so-triumphant return

[qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com]

The American humorist Kin Hubbard once said that "the feller that calls you 'brother' generally wants something that don't belong to him." The only real brother I'd had was Kevin, and he was dead now because a certain SwissDouche had wanted something that didn't belong to him. That something was inside my skull, a gland that turned me invisible at the cost of my sanity...or a needle in the arm. Kevin had thought it up and trusted me with it, as foolish as that sounds, but now I was stuck with it and he was dead.

Who got the raw end of that deal?

Well, it was going to be Arnaud if I had anything to say about it. That being said...

"Uh, where the hell am I?"

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

The mists rise off the lake, and the clouds overhead promise rain. Along the path, as in the woods, leaves of gold and orange and brown have begun forming a carpet. And the only thing disturbing that carpet right now is a runner in furious motion.

By his standards, he's not moving fast at all. But anyone else might take note as Barry Allen fills the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, a sprint sustained over a three-minute mile. He whizzes past in maroon and gray sweats, a small version of his logo on the sweatshirt.

That said, if he sees company, he will slow down. He's not one for the loneliness of the long distance runner.

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

( Barry leaves a note for Bernard, Alanna and Cuthbert )

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda walks up to the Bar and writes a note,

( Note for Magius )

She asks lady bar if she would please deliver this to Magius when he arrives in the Bar.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti had a list, and Asar-Suti had a bit of time between the night and the morning; while Gil was sleeping the sleep of the just, the violet deity remembered his promises and went outside to where the greenhouse was being rebuilt, and conjured materials.

Sheets of glass, metal spars, tubes for irrigation, screws, putty, levers. Many more things he didn't precisely understand, but could make. So people would have their materials for getting on with their work tomorrow.

Then, still in darkness, he went back to his room and returned to the warm bed with the warm sleeping faun in it.

(no subject)

[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

There's a cleric in the bar.

Saying that Preston is feeling very confused would be an understatement. Saying that Preston is feeling a bit lost would be an even bigger understatement. In one night he's suddenly lost his grip on a very firm reality and his sanity (or as he sees it)

Rats serving food.
Unicorns. Cigars. Aliens. Robots.

All just a bit too much to take in. Everything that was ever rated EC-10 is here or so it seems.
He looks like he's going to be sick. Which is a rare occurance considering the amount of prosium he's on.

(no subject)

[molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com]

Molly comes down from her room upstairs with a serious itch. Her muscles are all drawn taut, expectant. She had another dream about that damn Rio last night. That whole incident still burns in her, and there are days when looking over her shoulder becomes less of a habit and more of an obsession.

She stops briefly at the bar to leave a note, before heading out the back door.

( For Aeryn Sun )

Barely 10 minutes later, the howl of demon bunnies fills the air outside, each being cut off abruptly with a metallic snick. Whether she's trying to distract herself from the memory or drown it in blood isn't clear. But she wouldn't say no to company.

(no subject)

[lvpd_sidle]

When the student is ready, the lesson appears.

Sara is a perpetually-ready student. She's keeping an eye out for an elf lord but is not adverse to other conversation.

(no subject)

[pat-rin.livejournal.com]

OOC: OOM: Pat Rin after his first visit to Milliways.

Pat Rin steps through the front door of Milliways.

This time, he does not produce a pistol upon entering. He does, however, take out a timepiece and glance at it. After tucking away the timepiece, he takes out a small communications device and presses a button.

He does not look surprised at the lack of response.

Putting away the device, he steps to the bar, places a coin on the surface, and requests a cup of green tea. When it appears, he shakes his head, Terran-style, in wonder all over again.

Sipping gently, he looks around the bar for someone to talk to.

(no subject)

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

There's Montparnasse in the bar. He's at be bar in fact. Better than brooding in a booth anyway.
He still doesn't quite look himself. There's no arrogant smirk. In truth, the smug expression is almost completely replaced by apathy.

He does have a drink today. If only because he didn't end up leaving last night.
Yes, blood by the looks of it. And really, he's just glad that it's not still being given to him in that obnoxious chalice.

Feel free to poke him. Just, not with stakes, he tends to get a little offended.

(no subject)

[sanguimmuno.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Slytherin gets a little testy with his lady.]

Not noticing that his door opens out into Milliways, Salazar Slytherin steps out into the bar and closes his eyes, sighing slightly with his head hung and one hand upon his brow.

"A fool. A powerful fool, but a fool."

He places the wine glass upon Bar and he leans upon her, cursing under his breath, eyes still closed tight.

"None shall ever understand. None. All shall wither, fall and perish. Futile, this life."

He roars.

Then looks around.

Beat.

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[csi-catherine.livejournal.com]

Catherine in the bar. Looking for one of her fellow CSIs, because she really needs to talk, but anyone is welcome to tag.

Jenny, meet Millaways. Millaways, meet Jenny.

[super-xj9.livejournal.com]

XJ9 tries to keep from rolling her eyes as her mother, or creator if you wish, warns her for the umpteenth time to be careful with the Interdimension Traveling Device. It's still just a prototype.

It's not that Jenny doesn't care... well, maybe it is. She's just to anxious/excited to travel back to Cluster Prime to visit her friends. Jenny has been bugging her mother nonstop since her accidental visit to make her something so she could visit. And even more convincing to get a day off from her superheroing. Only after she had promised to have her monitor active for incoming transmissions and about a million 'pleases' did Mrs. Wakeman finally give in.

Jenny beams as she is handed the disc-like ITD, as Mrs. Wakemake likes to call it. "GreatthisisperfectMomI'llseeyouinafewdaysbye!" she says in one breath as she presses the red button in the middle, her metallic body disappearing from right in front of Mrs. Wakeman.

~~~~~

As Jenny opens her eyes, they instantly widen at what she sees. Countless stars and endless space surrounds her, minus a bunch of large asteroids floating a ways off. This isn't good...

Frowning, making a strange face in concentration, her scanners open up from her back and over her eyes, trying to find some sort of civilization in hopes of finding a way back to Tremorton, if the ITD decided to not to cooperate (stupid prototype...).

Her inner monitoring system starts beeping at her, indicating life on a particular astroid from among the others. Frowning, the goggles go back into her back, being replaced with her rocket wings. Perhaps she can find someone there that may be able to help her.

~~~~~

Her eyes widen as she lands on green grass, a lone tavern in front of her with a single sign, saying 'Millaways'. Frowning, she walks up the steps and walks in through the front door, only to have her eyes widen again.

"I don't think I'm in Tremorton anymore..." she mumbles to herself.

(no subject)

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Sitting by the fire Amanda can be found reading a book on genetics and listening to her ipod and a half drunk cup of tea in front of her. Her free hand is rubbing one of her temples, perhaps someone should inform her that reading a genetics book while listening to Acient Egyptian probably isn't the best idea.

Or just say hi, she is a friendly sort.

(no subject)

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

They have said, will say, or used to say, that young ladies should be seen and not heard. The seen part is hard for her to skip, and the heard part isn't a problem right now either.

Hel, still in charred clothing, is seated in one of the large chairs near the fire watching it steadily. She has no book, no sewing, and no expression beyond a blank neutrality that some part of her recognizes as foolish.

The rest of her doesn't care.

(no subject)

[kindred_spirit]

Things Gilbert Blythe is currently ignoring:

His book
His tea
His breakfast lunch
The fact that he should be outside helping with the greenhouse
Anyone currently in the bar and not sitting at this table, which is to say, everyone


Things Gilbert Blythe is currently trying to ignore, with minimal success:

Thinking about Anne Shirley
Thinking about Anne Shirley and Bran Davies
Thinking about Anne Shirley some more


Come talk to him. Please?

(no subject)

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Low-down no-good scruffy-lookin' nerf-herder Scoundrel Han Solo inna bar, inna booth, tapping his fingers on the table and eyeing off the patrons.

Mun only here for half an hour, woe, but will pick up tags whenever possible.

(no subject)

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

There was a Ghostbuster at his usual table, stack of books about Post-Traumatic Stress.
One of which he was currently flipping through, and taking notes on.
He was also people watching. Hmmm... some new faces around? They always seemed to come in waves.
He took a sip of his coffee, keeping an eye out for a familiar face. Especially another Ghostbuster who's a whiz at techie stuff.

He's interested in talking to anybody though.
Feel free to bother him.

(no subject)

[valehero.livejournal.com]

Isaac is sprawled out in a booth. She has once again fallen asleep in the bench of her usual table and is currently snoring lightly, sweetly.

Come and wake her up.

OOM

[agirllost]

[OOM Millitimed to last night: Bad Omens. Kim tries to deal with the doomy news from Nita. Warnings for unskilled card readings and depression.]

(no subject)

[blue-star-badge.livejournal.com]

Adric was once again practicing out by the lake, using a fallen tree as a target, since it was easier to tell how well he was doing.

He was doing quite a bit better than he had been, even with the rediculously long scarf trailing along behind him, the ends looking a bit damp, but none the worse for wear.

Hard to say really, how long he's been out there, but given the fact that he wasn't attempting to give away clockwork critters that morning, it had likely been some time.

Perhaps someone should drag him back inside for some soup.

(no subject)

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max. Booth. Books on genetics.

The slightly blank expression on her face suggests that she's steadfastly trying to ignore something that's been bothering her. And that, in all likelihood, it isn't working.

Doesn't mean she won't keep trying. She's stubborn that way.

(no subject)

[pink-sombrera.livejournal.com]

Sheemie is curled up by the fire, absently stroking the kitten on his lap, not looking at anything in particular. Occasionally, his gaze drifts to the front door, then away.

(no subject)

[and-far-away.livejournal.com]

November 11 wasn't named Remembrance Day until more than a hundred years after Sharpe's time.

Nevertheless, he's thinking about his dead, today, sitting by the fire. Danny is flopped across his feet as usual.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael comes in through the front door, wearing old clothes rather than his uniform for once, and covered in dust.

He's been in the palace archives, looking for information on his (Rath's) family.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Jonathan walks in, looking nervous but resolute, and takes a table to spread out the papers and books from his bag.

He has a memory spell to structure, and he has to get it right.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*The morning after, so to speak, Thom returns to the bar in defiant, spectacular green.*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Adam & Alanna - this morning, in the cells.]

(no subject)

[thisfatefulhour]

Sometimes you end up in unexpected places, whether you're tessering, riding the wind. . .

Or just opening the door you expect to lead to your room.

Charles Wallace Murry blinks at the bar that has suddenly appeared where his dorm room was supposed to be. After a cautious look around the doorframe, he steps inside, blue eyes alight with curiosity.

"Would asking where this is be a foolish question?"

(no subject)

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper tried to sleep. It didn't end well.

The tiny, rather bedraggled engineer staggered into the bar, wearing the same clothes he'd worn for the past few days. He probably smelled very rank right now.

The lip was healing up nice, but his nose still looked slightly mushed and bruised. Raph hit really freakin' hard. Harper wanted to pay him back, but he didn't exactly want to get arrested, and he would if he let himself go.

Harper looked around for a member of security. There was someone he really needed to see.

(no subject)

[thirdfated.livejournal.com]

[Pre Milliways: A conversation between siblings.]

A creature darkens the doorway of Milliways. While not an unusual occurance, not all of the patrons of the bar have blue wings, glowing gold-red eyes and a near-seven-foot frame. Or, so this one would like to boast.

This was supposed to be a hallway of Alexandria Castle. Instead… “A tavern?”

Black Waltz Number Three takes his stock of the surroundings slowly, although one cannot see exactly where he’s looking as his eyes are slitless, before moving forward through the crowd. Despite his size and the stiff bulk of his robes, not to mention the large ornamental staff he's carrying, he moves gracefully, smoothly, and chooses a cautious seat at the bar—which doesn’t have a tender.

This strikes him as rather odd.

Three, as if it weren’t obvious, has arrived.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a dead prince in the bar (despite the icon, which was just too pretty not to use). He is, all things considered, in a very good mood.

Have at. You may be snarked at, but, hey, it's Mordred. What else do you expect?

(no subject)

[garcon-dor.livejournal.com]

Galahad is sitting surrounded by books, most of which look suspiciously old and dusty. The one he's currently flicking through, however, has glossy colour plates and dense typed text.

A cup of tea sits by his elbow, but it's cold.

He's a very happy knight.

(no subject)

[witchy-rebel.livejournal.com]

(Tuesday it is!)

Morgan is in the stables, where she has been for most of the day. Fuming, a little, over Adam.

Stupid, arrogant...boy!

(Tuesday it isTuesayitiTuesday)

Without meaning to, she drifts over to Ravenscourt.

"Sorry boy," the young witch murmers, patting the thestral before moving onto her own Epona. She wouldn't mind company, though.

(no subject)

[forever-england.livejournal.com]

Rememberance Day. James takes such things seriously, although he's not sentimental about them. He knows well that sometimes sacrifies have to be made for countries to stay safe.

So, one minutes silence was observed at 11am, him alone in his room. A while spent thinking about the friends he lost in the second war - and now Bond is in the bar, sitting easily at a table, reading the Times and drinking a coffee. He'll be fine with company.

(no subject)

[slayer_fray]

Mel comes in to the bar from the lake door, and makes a silent beeline for the Bar, ignoring the breakfast that appears.

"Pen and Paper, hon," she says, and spends some time composing a note in slow, careful handwriting, before folding it.

"OK, any chance you could give this to one of Steph's young hero friends from her world? Thanks"

( The note )

When the note vanishes, she heads upstairs.

The breakfast Bar had produced waits there for about twenty seconds before it slowly fades.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar, wearing a poppy. It's actually only the 9th in Holby but he's well aware that he's a few days behind.
At this point in time he's rather more preoccupied with the cat, who appears to be quite upset. He is stroking Scampi gently to try and calm him, talking to and reassuring him quietly.

[ooc: Gone to dinner. Back in half an hour.]

(no subject)

[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

This morning? Bianca was pissed off. Her black gypsy skirt and black, high-heeled boots reflected this. But, eleven or so hours later, she's back to her normal calm self.

Curled in a booth with a glass of blood-wine, the little vampire also has a fake poppy tucked behind one ear. Feel free to ask why.

(no subject)

[not-broomboy.livejournal.com]

There is a boy broomist in the bar. He sits in a darker corner, huddled in a booth. He'd heard that there were rooms here, but he had no money and was well familiar with the kindness of innkeepers for those who had no coin. He considers beer, or perhaps a meal, but decides finally upon simply sitting.

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Ben Hawkins sat calmly before the remains of a meal and a half-empty bottle of some kind of cola. He was also calmly smoking a cigarette, the length of which was already half ashes.

(no subject)

[one-eyed-wolf.livejournal.com]

Moments ago...

Niall is back in Milliways, though his departure was hardly noteworthy to mention.

He's sitting next to the fireplace, thinking of his mother while Serri sits at his feet.

He takes what comfort he can get...

(no subject)

[flyingfen.livejournal.com]

Her mun has a terrible headache, so of course, the logical one to be coming down the stairs at this point is Fenchurch.

Who floats over to a table and hovers over it, legs crossed, reading.

No, she isn't magic, thankyouverymuch.

Anyone can do it.

(no subject)

[mumbling-truth.livejournal.com]

'Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,'
There was a thoughtful poet, curled up on one of the couches by the fireplace. He quietly watched the flames as words and thoughts spun in his mind. And the words of a poem he had read, echoing in odd ways.
'The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,'
The idea, the concept of a world that didn't have emotions, where poetry, art, all of humanity's greatest achievements and creation were illegal, it tore at him some.
'I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;'
A cold world, empty shells walking in winter's city, numb under a sunless sky.
It seemed so strange and foreign. Where dreams die in a soulless wind.
'I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.'
He wishes for the cloths of heaven by W.B. Yeats
How could one like him, like Neil, or any of their friends live in such a world?
Perhaps they could exist, but could they live?

The young man could use some kind words and reassurance right now.

(no subject)

[vaapadmaster.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Another training session by the lake. No, no schmoop or alikeness in this one either. Give it up! Mace does not do that! *snickerfits* Muns agreed to play only one training session a week, to avoid running out of martial arts, swordmanship and jedi material too soon.]]

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil finishes writing and checks his note for spellings and so forth then pins it up on the staff noticeboard in the kitchen:

Dear All,

That time of year is fast approaching again and will mean extra work for all of us. I will continue to do the Sunday lunchs and so forth with the rats so you all have at least one day a week off but will otherwise be concentrating on the Christmas preparations.

If any of you would like to cook something special either over the holiday or in preparation for it, please let me know so I can add the ingredients to the order next Thursday.

Before then I understand that some of the residents may wish to celebrate something called Thanksgiving which has approximately the same menu as Christmas, perhaps we can use it as a trial run??

Yrs,

Gil

Then he picks up his tray and wanders out into the bar to distribute snacks.

(no subject)

[gone_byebye]

Ray's been here. You just didn't notice him before. He's got a table off towards the entrance and he's working on something that involves an awful lot of small electronic parts.

Come say hi! He's usually pretty good about that.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*It is quite chilly in Corus tonight, and thus Alanna is bundled up in fleece-lined leather and a cloak when she walks through the front door, stomping her feet to warm them. She doesn't look around either as she makes her way to the bar to get coffee or moves to the couch by the fire. It's only when she takes off her cloak that she chances a quick scan of the room. Not immediately seeing Thom, she relaxes a little and sits down, staring at the fire. Waiting.*

(no subject)

[moonheartache.livejournal.com]

Usagi is in the bar. She's looking for the other senshi, or anyone who might have seen them. But since she still doesn't know anyone, she's mostly standing in the center of the room, looking confused and blocking traffic.

(no subject)

[blond-bubbles.livejournal.com]

Bubbles glances around nervously as she descends the stairs, pulling lightly at her shirt. She still isn't used to her body, ever since what happened yesterday. She is still unsure of whether or not she wants to go into the bar right now.

Taking a seat next to Bar, she sighs. This is going to take some getting used to...

Millitimed to very Early this Morning--Fixing the Greenhouse, Day Five.

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

It's Friday, and everyone has been working hard all week. They've only got nine windows left to put up, and then the clean up on the interiors can be done as soon as Elaine can get to it. There isn't much damage to the inside, but more tables are needed and the fountain should be cleaned and restored.

Without a word, people start to work. Everyone is tired and they want to get done.


[OOC: There's still a chance to sign up here if you haven't yet and your pup wants to help. If you've signed up, just tag the post; people can converse with each other, or Elaine, as you like. This is the last post for repair of the greenhouse; and if you don't tag, it's assumed that everyone who signed up, showed up. Thanks, and have fun!]

Veteran's Day... or Rememberance Day

[sensitive_cop]

Jim Ellison would like to subtly remind everyone that today is Veteran's Day... Rememberance Day if you're Canadian (which is included since his canon was filmed in Vancouver).

He thinks everyone should remember the Vets... you know, those who would do so.


He's also sitting at the bar having a drink.

(no subject)

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Pre-Milliways]

Liam walks through the front door and attempts to take in his surroundings. It isn't exactly what he expected the Realm of the Dead to be.

A tavern?

He turns to throw a questioning glance to his divine escort only to find a wall where once was a door.

The Tortallan quotient of the bar has just gone up by one, and the new arrival is confused.

(no subject)

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Next Door to Mars]

...Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies...

(no subject)

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth's on a couch. She's stretched across it, relaxing.

From it, she's people watching. It's all very harmless, though being 5 days from full moon, the look might be more preditorial than she planned.

Come poke the wereleopard, or tell her that she shouldn't be staring that way.

Happy Hour

[iustus_rex]

It's really rather tricky, to attempt to write a bartending post that's something New and Different.

That said, Edmund and Kitty, rather predictably, enter the bar from the House of Arch, heading behind the bar to clean up, take inventory, and all of that.

At some point, the specials get written on the board:

Welcome to Milliways Bar Happy Hour A Goodnight Kiss Black Velvet Bonecrusher Milk of Amnesia Volcano All specials half off. Enjoy!

At some point, while Edmund is at the other end of the bar, another addition makes it onto the board.

Athiest's Best

Edmund does not appear to notice, giving Kitty a kiss on the cheek a few minutes later.

"What'll it be?"

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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

Preston's found a space that's seemingly unoccupied near the door to the outside. He would appear to be meditating, his body moving back and forth in rythmic motions, completely oblivious to the bar's noises. His weapons are absent, instead he's clenching and unclenching his hands.

To anyone familiar with it, it looks like he's doing an aggressive form of Tai Chi. A little something like This He's got plenty of room around him to be sure, and he's keeping to himself.

Hey, it's cold out there.

Ask him what he's doing? Tell him to stop? Try to reason with him?

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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

At some point Hel did, in fact, move. This is obvious because now she's seated in the same chair as before in different clothing. A deep crimson sweater patterned with orange and yellow leaves, a red and yellow broomstick-style skirt, and her boots peeking out from below. She's got the same glove as always on, and her hair brushed carefully over the left side of her face again. And she's back to staring at the fire.

Her player, meanwhile, is attempting to get AIM to work. This may not happen. Pose in anyway, Hel needs someone to get her to stop feeling sorry for herself.

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[jaded-jedi.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Post Battle Make-up]

Mara Jade-Skywalker falls into the bar, from the door. She straightens herself, hair messy, in fatigues and boots, looking wild-eyed and suddenly very upset.

Kriffing bar. Always getting in the way. Right when she was in danger of being blown up--

--oh wait. Maybe being dragged into Milliways at this time isn't so bad. Time will freeze...Luke will still be flailing his way to the bridge, and someone will still be trying to blow them up.

It's all good.

Mara calmly brushes her hair out of her face, straightens her spine and wanders to the bar. Come and chat.

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[ineedavicodin.livejournal.com]

House was more than glad to return to the bar, through his closet door.

( Cut for mild 2x5 spoilers )

...House inna bar. Do stop by and say hello.

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[sai_delgado]

She's drifted in and out of the bar more than once today, avoiding people for the most part-- although she'd spent part of the morning talking to a stranger new-come.

It's harder and harder to keep track of the days, she finds, but she thinks it's the start of weekend today, and so Susan's been looking for someone in particular.

When she comes into the bar from the staff hallway this time, however, she sees him. Susan takes a breath, and a moment to steady herself, and then starts across the room.

(no subject)

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

Agatha is at Bar again, working on another design. A small clank walking around Bar's surface indicates she's doing quite a bit better with her work.

(no subject)

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Now would you just look at that? There was a Woobie inna bar. An exceptionally tanned, relaxed, happy-with-life-in-general Woobie. Somebody just got back from his honeymoon, it seems.

Andrew was leaning back against Bar, a Heineken dangling from his fingers, and what seemed like a permanent smile plastered on his face. Lots of new faces, lots of old in the bar tonight. He seemed pleased to be there one way or another.

Oh, c'mon. You know you want to ask him where he's been.

(no subject)

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM Post.]

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[b-a-summers.livejournal.com]

Slayer crouching in the rafters, in a corner, just watching the bar below. She's had a shower, and she's even changed clothes. She found it rather disconcerting, to say the least, when she had walked into the room that matched the key she'd been given last night, only to find her own bedroom.

She thought she'd be glad to see her own bedroom, but it's... too homey, just now.

Up here, she shouldn't be able to ask so many questions.

And she has a lot of questions to ask.

Entrance post

[hanild.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a bewildered young blonde slowly walks inside. Her dress is covered in blood, front and back, but the rips and tears have somehow mercifully been repaired.

The girl looks around with wide eyes. "Is this where I'm supposed to wait?"

(no subject)

[thirdfated.livejournal.com]

Fire and lightning dance from purplish claws.

Three is still struggling with the idea of being Bound, but has gotten himself a room and is now sitting pensively in a booth. As he plays with his magic, staff leaning against the wall, he seems to be grumbling about chains and restrictions.

(no subject)

[watching_you]

Over there, in one of the booths. It's that spunky blonde girl from Neptune.

No, not that one. The other one.

The living one.

Now you've got it.

She's leaning back, sipping some coffee, and reading back issues of the Say True. And laughing.


[OOC: On another note? My Milliversary was actually a couple days ago, and I missed it completely. But I still wanted to point it out and say, hey! It's been a great year, guys. I've loved playing with all of you over the past year. Mwah!]

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[gramarye1971]

Merriman has settled into a chair near the fire, book in hand and the day's newspaper tucked under one arm. But the fire seems to be more interesting than the book, most of the time.

Those who come close enough might notice a little paper poppy carefully pinned to the lapel of his suit-jacket.

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[moonheartache.livejournal.com]

Usagi has just been informed that the bar thinks for itself and can provide her with donuts. Apologies to anyone who she knocks over in her mad dash towards the bar.

"Bar-san! Donuts, please!"

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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire is in the bar, curled up on her favorite couch by the fire. She has her usual mint tea and a small plate of celery sticks covered in peanut butter (you can blame Fina for that).

It was a busy week and she's tired, but in a good mood nonetheless.

(no subject)

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard doesn't waste much time when he wanders down to the main part of the bar. After getting a small bottle of scotch and a glass, he makes his way to a booth and settles down. He takes a drink every so often, but for the most part he just sits, looking thoughtful. Care to find out what's on his mind?

(no subject)

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

From upstairs walks a freshly bathed and rested Samantha, looking mighty tanned and happy as usual.

She grabs a booth, curls up in it and watches the people meander around the bar with a smile.

She shines. She's so very happy.

Come and find out why she was gone for so long. One hint. It had to do with being married.

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[the-eternal-man.livejournal.com]

The door opens. In walks a man reading a scroll...and he doesn't look that happy with what he's seeing. There's muttering and the occasional curse word, and his face is creased into a frown.

When he finally looks up, the first thing he does is swivel and check behind him. By the way he smiles and seems to sag in relief, it's a safe bet that he can still see the door. And he looks marginally cheered up as he heads to the bar to order a drink.

Belgarath is social by nature. Give him a poke!

(no subject)

[court-drunk.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Sir Myles of Olau, dressed in a traveling cloak, enters the Bar. He has George's letter tucked safely in a pocket and immediately begins scanning the bar, looking for his daughter.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Bran is seated by the fire, harp in his lap, playing "Cwm Rhondda" softly on his harp. The red poppy looks loud, incongruous, against Bran Davies' white sweater and pale skin.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

The gunslinger content of the bar is now up by one Cuthbert, on the couch by the fire with coffee and pie.

He looks a bit pensive and a bit distracted--as he does fairly often, these days--but that's not to say he wouldn't welcome conversation.

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

It might have been a long couple of weeks for some, or a forgettable couple of weeks for others, but for Goldilocks it's just been another two weeks.

If you haven't noticed her around the bar since Halloween—or since she found out about Alanna and Adam—then you just haven't been looking in the right places. She's been over by the fireplace some nights, just like she is tonight, and on others she's been at the bar or at a table.

People in her line of work need to have a certain talent for blending in, and when one is not feeling especially sociable, that skill has secondary advantages. Whether she's been using it deliberately over the past fortnight is another matter entirely. However, tonight she's both conspicuous and radiant.

She's in an easy chair with her usual glass of wine, and she's wearing a nicely seasonal outfit consisting of a russet wrapped sweater and a maroon suede skirt. Under those golden blonde tresses she's not ostensibly looking for playthings, but then again, she never is, ostensibly.

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[futures_of_ash]

Apparently Bar failed with the puzzle. Seems Rachel simply wasn't built to handle such a challenge as hobby. Bar is relentless though, Rachel now has...Lego's. Plastic blocks of every color and description that click together. Still puzzle-like...but free form.

It's a little easier to handle when she doesn't have an actual picture to stick to.

So, there is once more flying pieces in the air, but these are taking shape into creatures of fantasy. Dragons lift color bedecked wings in the rafters, palm trees shine in plastic glory, lego men set foot for the first time on an orbiting moon and bounce around...all to break down again moments later as her fancy flits to another creation.

Come play with her?

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Thanks to this and that, Yrael is now curled up, passed out asleep in a booth.*

*And he's totally bald.*

*Come point and laugh, and perhaps wake him up.*

(no subject)

[waiting-there.livejournal.com]

[oom: Earlier today]



She's tired of being inside. She always stays in her room or at the bar, never going anywhere else.

But not tonight.

Tonight she lays out on the grass, her hands behind her head, her sunglasses nowhere to be found, and she stares up at the starry night sky.

And she thinks of home.

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[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd is standing over a table towards one of the bar's many corners, reading a massive book and slowly moving his hands through the air in odd patterns. Every once in a while he stops and goes through a certain pattern again, obviously thinking deeply about something he is reading.

He probably wouldn't notice you at first, so you may want to try to say something two or three times. Like most people, he gets caught up in what he is doing. Don't hold it against him.