milliways_bar | Nov. 14th, 2005

Nov. 14th, 2005

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[Big Damn OOM: Susannah tells her story.

Being a palaver between Eddie, Susannah, Cuthbert, Alain and Susan, covering the events of Dark Tower 7: The Dark Tower from Blue Heaven up to (but not including) the Epilogue and Coda.

Featuring hot chocolate, breakage, demonbaby werespiders and a jigsaw puzzle.]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

He's just spent... he's not really sure how long, but a while, listening with Cuthbert and Susan and Eddie as Susannah told the end of her story. In an hour -- he can still keep track of that in his head if he focuses on it, though he's not sure for how much longer -- they'll gather again, for Alain and Cuthbert to tell their own tale.

Time enough to focus on what that will be. Ten years of war and pain and brotherhood.

For now, it's dinner, and an hour's pause. And the memory of chanting voices and one last wonder-cry of Eld's Horn, and the Dark Tower, still singing through his undermind.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

Mun should not do this. Mun should not do this. Mun. Should. Not...

Mun's doing this.

Mun has lots of homework! Lots and lots! And a critique session tomorrow afternoon!

And yet there's still a David walking into the bar, with a confused look on his face.

"... I was expecting the living room."

He raises an eyebrow, shrugs, and goes to the bar to get a glass of red wine, placing down a note as it appears.

If he's here, he's here, and he might as well make the most of it.

latino_menace

To the bar, they've only been gone three or four days. But for Ramon and Random, it's been a month. And judging by the way they're now curled round each other on a sofa, its been a good one.

They're not talking, but maybe they don't need to at the moment. They're just together, and quite obviously happy with that.

Which isn't to say that they don't know there are people they need to talk to. So if you're one of them - or even if you're not - come say hi!

milliways_sawyer

There's a redneck in a booth reading the Sunday paper.

... okay, he's reading the comics.

Close enough.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

[OOM: Another One cause I'm prolific like that. John Preston's first dreams off the dose. Gueststarring some of the notable lines spoken by various milliways pups today to Perston. Can be found Here.

Current Mood: blank

steak-man.livejournal.com

Milliways is supposed to be a relaxing place. A place of fun and laughter and the occasional doom.

So to try and understand this phenomenon better, Cypher is on holiday. Lying on a lounge chair near the bar, he's got a pina colada in one hand and a laptop in the other. His outfit (with shades, of course) would fit the situation really well if the Hawaiian shirt he's wearing wasn't black with electric green flowers, and if his sandals weren't black leather and studded. Apparently the Matrix has you even on vacation.

This kind of setup is just begging to be interrupted. I assure you, it's begging.

[OOC: ~~Don't make me waste a good entrance!~~ Leaving the thread open to mischief as long as it remains in the current queue. If it calls to you, drop a grenade (maybe not a literal one).]

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM: Anne finds Gil to talk, and walk, and not say things, after Bran and Jubal Early. Rated B for Bittersweet, and H for Please God Help These Two and Their Muns.]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

[OOM: And last Sunday, Morgan came back to the bar. And went straight to Barty. Because, you know, when you haven't seen your boyfriend in two months...]

river_meimei

River's at the bar, with fruit juice. Apple-cranberry.

She's been exercising recently, as is clear at a close look. She's a little sweaty, a little flushed, and generally in a good mood.

A whole-crew game of... well, it has a ball, a hoop, no name, and no rules. Anyway, it'll do that to a girl.

creator_raven

[OOM: In which Raven and Ace discuss predestination.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is on the couch by the fire reading a book on genetics and listening to her ipod. Today however she is only listening to music. Her clothes like every morning consists of workout clothes.

She is always up for a distraction espesially as she realizes that it's the genetics that gives her the headache not the multitasking.

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at a table near the entrance to the infirmary.

He is tapping at his laptop and blearily drinking some coffee, having no sleept very well for some reason.

As he considers the day ahead, he works on some old logic problems.

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond walks near the lake, wearing his usual clothing with the sword strapped to his hip.

As with most mornings, he has been walking near the forest to clear his head, and soon will be headed back inside the bar.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius is at the Bar, his eyes glowing slightly silver as he reads an old text on spells and spell effects. Nearby, his staff, Humara, rests against the front of the Bar and a breakfast, recently arrived, sits nearly untouched.

super-xj9.livejournal.com

With a press of a single red button, Jenny is instantly teleported into Millaways, her home away from home. Or as Jenny likes to call it, the-only-place-where-I-can-get-some-peace-and-relaxation-without-my-annoying-mother.

Smiling, more than usual it seems, she takes a seat at Bar. Drinking a can of motor oil that appeared for her.

Come by and just chat. She's new and doesn't know anyone.

((OOC: Slowtime in affect, due to the tragic invention of a pathetic thing, known as school...))

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

[Post-Milliways: after this meeting with his not'wife and not'son, Mordred goes to get very, very drunk.]

Current Mood: melancholy

poetperry.livejournal.com

Neil was in the bar this morning, curled up under a warm blanket that was half buried under books. Hard to tell if he is or even was studying as he seems to be staring off into the fire at the moment.

Come give him a nudge if you wish, he never minds a friendly distraction.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric, it seemed, had slept in the tree out by the lake, or he hadn't slept and had just stayed up in it all night, it was difficult to say really. But in either case he was still there, no stars to watch now, but he was watching the clouds.

Which was to say he was looking in the general direction of the clouds, though he might not have actually been watching them since he wasn't attempting to draw them or anything, didn't even have the notebook full of attempted star maps and block transfer computations with him.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Covering her mouth as she yawns, Bubbles trudges downstairs from her room, a pile of notes and a notebook in her arms as sits at the bar.

It has been a long night. Both she and Blossom have been pouring over formulas with the Chemical X and Al's notes about the Philosopher's Stone all night.

Most of it Bubbles doesn't understand, but with Blossom's patiences, she has started getting a few things. At least she feels a little more helpful now.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

Ooooo! Look at the sparkly!

Sparkly Horta, that is. In the economy size, no less. Naraht is at his table, dividing his attention between his breakfast (granite and chert) and a report that the Bar gave him with his food. It's a copy of a mission log...from his ship.

In particlar, this is an Enterprise mission from a year or two before he was even born...the mission to investigate the disappearance of the U.S.S. Archon. The civilization run by the Landru computer on Beta III strikes a strong chord in the Horta given his meeting with Cleric John Preston last night.

Along with this report, Naraht has a couple of PADDs with information for a particular psychologist. He's also keeping a weather-eye out for his friends.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Young man in the back of the bar, looking at a glass of water.

If you watch carefully, you'll notice his fingers never reach out to touch the glass, though his attention doesn't waver.

There's something simple in it, and yet, are you sure you understand what's happening?

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is, even yet, in the bar.

At the fire, staring in. As she has been for days.

In a sweater, brown skirt, one of these gloves, and her boots peeking out the bottom of the skirt.

She doesn't seem at all interested in moving.

Ever.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is sulking. She doesn't often let things bother her this much, but yesterday's conversation with Preston is weighing heavily on her mind. As such, she's simply sitting at a table. No research, no bouncing off the walls, just sitting. Feel free to bother her, though.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

The door doesn't open, it disappears, revealing blackness beyond. Some sort of long, dark tunnel.

Anyone looking out into the tunnel may believe that they can see a light in the distance. A light that grows bigger and brighter at breakneck speed. The light of the end of that tunnel is indeed an oncoming train.

Luckily, though, when that train comes closer, it is in fact Dinah, who hurtles into the bar and just about manages to bring herself into a spin and stop without falling over or knocking any tables or chairs over.

"Well, that was unexpected."

She pats down her tiny little blue gingham skirt with the air of someone dusting off breadcrumbs, and adjusts her little white lacey hair piece as she scans the bar, a smile lighting up her face.

When he eyes fall on the door, her smile positively gleams.

"Ain't that a turn up for the books," she adds to herself, satisfied.

Dinah is back in the bar. Who wants to welcome her back?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's back in the bar.

Looking very much like he's never left, sprawled on a couch with a book.

And hey, a lot more relaxed than he's been in a while. A month in a forest with no one but a lover at hand will do that to a guy.

badinlatin

Mal walks through the door to the bar, seeing Kitty immediately and greeting her with a smile.

They have plans today. Do some good, even - besides the crew's game, which was all his idea in case anyone tries to say otherwise, he's not really had too much of 'down time', planetside or otherwise.

Kitty moves to his side as he opens the door and they both leave again.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Listen... there's a pleasent tenor voice singing,
and the sound of an acoustic six string guitar being strummed.
Once again, the Watcher felt inspired to perform off to a quiet corner of the bar.
Just to offer some background music, but not drown out people's conversations.

"Us and them...
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fightings all about
Out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died."
"Us and Them" by Pink Floyd

Feel free to comment, or request something.

molly-razorgirl.livejournal.com

After her conversation with Aeryn, Molly is struck by a notion.

She gets some paper and a pen from Bar and jots down a

( Note for Management )

In the meantime, she's found a book on the basic techniques of Snake-Style Kung Fu. Can't hurt to brush up on some of the foundations beforehand, although she's still very much available for company.

lvpd_sidle

The front door opens and Sara wanders in, exhaustion written with each step. Testifying in court is aggravating at best and nauseating at worst.

Cradling her head in her hands, she stirs a cup of coffee absently.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

With the greenhouse completed, and the harvest done with,
there's a poet cuddled up in one of the chairs by the fireplace.
It was getting very cold outside which made him desire warmth all the more.
Winter was nearly here, and he still feared it.
He sipped the steaming hot apple cider thoughtfully
as he read more about the history and culture of Victorian era.

He's welcome to some company.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Beka gets out of jail, and drags Harper away from his little dance party by the ear, she hides the Slipfigher near the Maru, and forces Harper to shower, eat, and sleep. Cthulhu references, allusions to Shakespeare, and platonic spooning abound.]

namo

Námo is seated in a booth, sipping broth, his eyes on those passing by.

Tomorrow things would change. For better or worse, events would be set into motion.

Another sip, a shift in position, and he continues to watch the bar.

pink-sombrera.livejournal.com

Sheemie's in his favourite armchair by the fire again, looking out into the room without seeing much.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael enters through the front door. He's still coughing - but hey, at least the fever broke?

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is in a booth with Danny the dog sprawled at his feet, whetting one of his knives. He'd welcome company.

undignified

Wes hasn't really been totally missing from the bar this last week. He's been, y'know, around. Somewhere.

He's at a table now, with some caf, Oreos -- which really don't go terribly well with any coffee-like substance, but he doesn't care -- and ... a toy X-wing.

He's pondering painting it yellow.

With black stripes.

[ooc: ~~mun at class. back by 5.30pm GMT. slowtime = ♥~~ back! 'til midnight! you know you want to tag a pilot...]

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

There's a Jonathan in the corner, reading up on offensive spells. If you're powerful or a fighter and you'd like to help kill demons, come talk to him!

Or just if you know him and you want to say hi.

[ooc: gone for a couple of hours]

thirdfated.livejournal.com

Number Three has, slowly, descended the stairs from his room. He seems almost cautious -- a rarity for him -- and stands watching for a moment, before sinking into an empty chair at a similarily empty table. The waitrat he flags down with a clawed hand looks fairly nervous.

"Do you still have Alexandrian vodka?"

There is some squeaking, before the rat returns with a glass of the stuff. Three hands off a few gil and nods slightly.

"...are you a Burmecian?"

After shaking his head, the waitrat returns to duty, and Three once again looks fairly cautious.

Come and poke the Waltz. ~~He only bites if you step on his toes.~~

guppy_sandhu

[oom: After this]

It looks like Guppy came in through a phone booth. The door has glass panels, and an advert.
And bloody handprints on the handle.
There is blood on his shirt and his hands, but most of all on his head. He takes a single step forward before collapsing quietly to the floor, unconscious.
The bruises are already starting to show clearly under his shirt. If you touch him, you will find his skin as cold as ice.
Doctor in the bar. And he's in agony.

[ooc: Open post, but please do not heal magically. Will interfere with canon. Any queries please ping guppymun at AIM or email me (see profile). Will be around for ages except between 11am-12.15pm, 1.45-2.15pm and 3-5.15pm EST]

red-blossom.livejournal.com

One very tired teen Puff inna bar. She yawns and stretches as she reaches the bottom step. "Wow, that was the first all-night-er I've ever done!" She just woke up. So, she's ready for breakfast. Wandering over to the bar, she asks for some french toast and a cup of milk, thanks Lady Bar as it comes up, then heads over for a booth.

Anyone wanna join her for ~~a late~~ breakfast?

watching_you

[OOM: Back in Neptune... Warning: contains spoilers up to Rat Saw God. Also imagery of death.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith slips into the bar from Antar, looks around with a slightly shifty expression on her face, and then slips back out - to her world, not Max's.

It's only a matter of a few minutes before she comes back in, carrying a (fmailiar to some) red-and-silver weapon which is decidedly NOT a scythe.

She holds it like it's a part of her, but has a slightly guilty look on her face regardless.

Somebody stole Buffy's shiny.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

Home again, from another fine day in Retail Hell.

As Ash steps through the door, his drab blue work uniform... changes.

"Oh COME ON!"

Looks like someone's gotten on Bar's bad side.

Current Mood: annoyed

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

Slack?

Yeah, she's in the bar.

Curled up on a couch stragetically placed somewhere ~~that isn't out by the lake, though maybe that one's still there~~, in a rather very very short skirt.

She ran out of leather pants, it seems, but for once is not trying to attract attention to herself.

... Oh well.

She is also reading. The book seems to be in Sumerian, if you know what Sumerian looks like.

Come interrupt.

slayer_fray

(Mel takes out some frustration)

[OOC: Open for tags, should your pups be out there, and feel like threading with a broken Slayer.]

melcene-beloved.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: Act 4: The Murder]]

The door opens and in falls a girl.

Pretty and smart, petite and charming, but dead all the same. Or... she should be.

Ismena runs her delicate little hands across the pale skin of her smooth, unmarked throat. No mother. No father. No Malloreon troops, 'Zakath's troops. Her dress is ripped, though, stained and sliced and an utter mess.

It happened.

She was not a frail girl and wasn't one to faint, but she does crumple to the ground with a soft, almost apologetic sound.

Then she cries. Because she can.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric had come in from being outside and was now curled up in one of the chairs near the fire, watching the flames.

There was a mug of cocoa on the table beside him, and a plate with a crumbled brownie. He'd probably eaten some of it. Well, he might have eaten some of it, but the cocoa was definitely untouched, the marshmallows were still intact even.

He had his scarf, or most of it anyway, bundled up around his hands, though one end was still looped around his neck, there was no evidence of bent utensils, notebook or book of fairytales anywhere, so once again, it seemed, he wasn't actually doing anything.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Doom and woe do cycle. Specially with some distraction. So, Svava is sitting in one of the chairs by the fire, with the remains of dinner on a plate next to her. There is also paper and a pen, but she is humming. No notes being taken-

Because she does not know how to write music. But, writing notes for things has been a luxury. She did have to remember things before she could write them down. Thus, she has a bit of a distracted air, as she hums and thinks.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Thea hasn't been feeling herself recently, but today she is. So she's in the bar with her usual good fashion ensemble. There's also a sign:

Free baked goods by Thea

And lo and behold, a pile of double chocolate brownies. For the healthier patron there's a fruit and cereal bar type thingy. Eat and be merry.

[OOC: Yes, this is a feeble attempt to meet more people.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

[OOC: In response to this.]

Aeryn approached the bar and ordered a Ras'lak. She hadn't ordered a letter, but Bar didn't seem to care about that. She read it over once and quickly dictated a reply.

( The letter )

Then she sat down and surveyed the bar, keeping an eye out, but not really looking.

ardens-guard.livejournal.com

Julian of Amber. He doesn't tend to spend a lot of time around regular people - but recently has acquired something of a taste for it.

Want to get bitten?

not_that_spike

( somewhere near Earth, 2071 )

gone_byebye

Ray is in the Bar tonight, settled down at table with the guts of a ... well, it used to be a solar calculator... spread out in the middle of the table. His meal's in front of him, his usual green stuff is in his drinking glass, and he looks rather disgruntled that the Bar could only give him a copy of The Action Hero's Handbook instead of coming up with something more along the lines of The Worst Case Scenario Survival Guide: Martial Arts Edition.

Oh well. Maybe you should bother him.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim has found the dart board. For some reason, he never actually paid it any attnetion before. Too much else to do after all. But now he's found it, and Bar was good enough to give him some darts. So, he's trying his hand.

"Ah! Look out there, duck!"

No, he's not good at it, why do you ask?

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

Today Preston's been treated to music and he's-for the first time in his life-experiencing the world.

Without emotion this place was somewhat overstimulating, but with emotion?
with Feeling?

Preston's sitting at a table just kind of...feasting on the senses themselves. People here are incredible!
Come talk to him?

latino_menace

Ramon inna bar. With something of a stiff neck from sleeping awkwardly in a chair. He's pretty relaxed for all that though. Come say hi! He promises not to bite or anything.

forced-pilgrim.livejournal.com

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven is in the Bar.

He seems to be a small baldheaded Chinese monk in a saffron robe. He is gliding around the bar holding out a small wooden bowl. It contains a small portion of rice.

He seems very young, very friendly, and a little myopic.

~~Monkey is pretending to be Tripitaka, for some reason.~~

abs-denham.livejournal.com

It's early evening in Holby, and Abs has already been down the pub. So he's had a few drinks and is in rather high spirits as he walks into his bathroom and finds the bar.
Just behind him comes a small black cat, that paws at his legs and meows at him. He glances down.
"What's up with you Scamps?"
He ignores the cat and goes over to the bar for a pint.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles sat outside on the shore of the lake outside of Millaways, gazing at the stars. Her thoughts, confused.

She's not opposed to company.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Out by the lake. Millitimed to this morning.]

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways...

A teenage girl walks into the door and shuts it behind her, but when she looks around, it's clear that she's not in her living room in her house in Valencia. She's a tallish girl wearing baggy black trousers, a shapeless grey tunic, and a jacket that is much too large for her. She clutches her backpack with one hand and pulls out the earbuds to her mp3 player with her other.

Wide-eyed, fifteen-year-old Angela Edmunds looks around herself, feeling as if she's stepped into a childhood dream.

And then she sees the Observation Window.

"What...the...fuck..."

She turns around to the door she last went out of...to find that it's gone. "Oh, no..." Angela is now very much afraid, and of much more than getting punished for three negative progress reports.

key-youth-bert.livejournal.com

Cuthbert is sprawled on the usual couch, sipping coffee and writing in a notebook.

For a given value of "writing" that seems to be mostly tapping his pen against the paper and occasionally writing down a single word or two.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack's sitting in his usual spot by the fireplace, the earbuds of his iPod in his ears. At the moment it's just playing something soft and atmospheric: Rachel Portman's score to the most recent version of The Manchurian Candidate. The sort of thing he's hardly noticing as he stares into the fireplace.

Approaching patrons might startle him, but not because the music is up very high.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz enters the bar, stopping at the door to see if it will open.

It does, but he promptly pulls it shut again. Staring at it for a moment, he knows he can't really stay longer than he has to, but still walks over to the bar instead, and rests his head in his hand. He didn't sleep well the previous night, and is just glad he doesn't remember why.

After a moment, a note appears in front of him. He flips it open, then closed again.

And giving up on pretense, he rests his head on the bar.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne-girl, sitting at the bar, toying with her cup of tea.

Dickens is closed neatly beside her, on top of a small pile of books, one of which may or may not be some Virgil.

She's lost in thought, not dreams, tonight. No castles being built this evening.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio is cross-legged on the floor, leaning over a scattered set of jacks and intently inspecting them, eyes narrowed and bright. He's sporadically good at jacks. He used to be terrible, too jittery to pay any attention, not focused enough, impatient with himself. When he began to understand fencing, to realise that the set exercises were not something designed to stop him from fighting like himself, something slid into place. Not neatly, because nothing is neat about Mercutio, but enough that he can now focus on things. There's a patch of calmness inside him.

When he's playing jacks, there are moments when everything works. He can feel the ball float true into the air, he can feel the tiny movements of every muscle as he reaches for the pewter jacks and gathers them all into the palm of his hand.

The throw he's about to do? Not one of those. Come watch him fail.

blue_ajah

A bright slice of light streaks the air in front of the door, and then widens into a portal.

The appearance of the woman who passes through it shifts as she enters Milliways, from that of an older, matronly form to that of a familiar blue-clad Aes Sedai.

No visible strain shows in Moiraine's serene expression, but one who knows her well enough to look very closely might find some subtle signs of tension. She glances around the room assessingly, and then glides toward the bar.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is lounging in a booth, not paying particular attention to anything. It may be because of the fast approaching full moon. Or it may be the fact that he is engrossed in singing and bobbing softly along with his iPod. Yes, that could be it. If you make it close enough without alerting him, you may be able to catch snippets of song.

"While Frank Sinatra sings, "Stormy Weather" the flies and spiders get along together, cobwebs fall on an old skipping record..."

shadythief.livejournal.com

Shady's resplendent in a booth out of the general uproar; pipe in mouth, glass in hand, feet settled comfortably on the edge of the table. She's got a deck of cards in hand and every so often one appears on the table, in between sips of Dragon's Blood, in a haphazard manner.

fearcrow.livejournal.com

[OOM: Unfortunately for the citizens of Gotham, Scarecrow's toxin is working.

Prologue to... bad things.]

alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com

The door opens and in strolls a pretty girl with a bouquet of wildflowers. She is looking at them instead of where she is going, and anyone close enough might hear her say to herself, "That was sweet of Alec. These are ever so much nicer than the ones he brought on Saturday. Of course, Alonzo brought violets, and he does know I'm particularly partial to...oh..."

It appears that she has noticed where she is, or rather, that she's definitely not in the parlour.

Philippa Gordon has entered the bar.

kitchen_maid

Amy, with tea and an embroidery hoop, over by the fire and in a good mood.

The mun would come up with a better entry post, but there's too much going on right now.

At any rate, here is she.

Come say hello?

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

The door opens, bringing with it a swirl of snow and dead leaves. And a young woman- or, to more modern eyes, girl- trudges in, hunched over a swollen belly and toting a pile of wood on her back. She doesn't exactly look fit for company; under a fur-lined cloak, her tattered dress and tangled hair are caked with blood, dirt, and miscellaneous stains.

It takes a couple of steps and the slam of the door for her to pause and look up from whatever internal monologue she was inhabiting.

She blinks, then immediately turns and goes for the door, which refuses to open.

What follows is a series of muttered expletives that might cause burns in the ears of passersby.

Welcome back, Sonia Belmont.

Current Mood: annoyed

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric, it seemed, had gotten tired of the fire eventually, though why he'd gone back outside was anyone's guess.

He hadn't gone all the way to the tree he usually sat in however, just to the edge of the lake, sprawling out in the damp grass, probably watching the stars, though whether he were paying attention and actually seeing them was another question.

It was quiet outside, he liked the quiet, but go poke him anyway, make sure he hasn't turned into a companionsicle

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim... is in the bar. Yes, he shows up sometimes. Just now he's flopped on his stomach on the couch. He has in his hands a big shell. A conch, in fact. He's turning it around and around in his hands and looking at it as if it may possibly contain the meaning of life, and maybe it'll tell him if he turns it around the right way.

For a change of pace, he appears to have actually slept last night. Wow.

Come distract him.

Current Mood: contemplative

awesome_lilly

Lilly is at a table, in full planning mode. There's a notepad, and invitations, and mutterings of "okay, so if I make everyone have at least one bottle..."

There could be a party in the works. Or a big trip to the recycling plant, but... Lilly.

Let's face it, it's a party.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace is in a booth, with her new favorite treat - a cinnamon roll. She's discovered chai tea goes excellently well with it, so that rounds out the snack. She's got a stack of books on the seat beside her, a book open in front of her, and is scribbling down notes with one hand while distractedly teasing apart the roll with the other.

rocketsgrownup.livejournal.com

There was a tall, blond pilot in the bar. She'd come in with her tiny, annoying little engineer, but he had since scampered off to mingle.

Lowering herself onto a stool, she ordered herself something to drink, and frowned at Bar when it appeared. Magic. Go figure.

Part of her was still skeptical--magic was what happened in hokey old Earth novels with midgets and rings and wizards with pointy hats. Magic didn't happen in real life. This place shouldn't exist. How could all this be real?

Hopefully, the whole concept would sit with her more easily given time--and she had time. She had yet to convince Harper to come back with her to the Andromeda and she wasn't leaving until she did.

She sat at the Bar, nursing something that was most likely non-alcoholic, and watching people.

"Hmm," she said, sitting there looking at ease and comfortable, as she eyed up a random man with a particularly nice ass as he walked by. "At least the scenery's nice."

She was talking about the viewing window. Really.

madetomend.livejournal.com

And lo, there was a ragdoll there, curious as to what the bar holds for her this day. Come sit, come speak! She shall answer.

[ooc: Must flee! Tags will be answered in slow-time, so please do tag if you wish!]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

I'm not gonna pay, last year's rent, this year's rent, next year's rent!

Mark bounces down the stairs, singing, probably none too softly, and bops over to Bar. His camera's around his neck, as always, but he doesn't seem to be filming anything.
How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?
"Hey, Bar? I want a beer. And about seven orders of fries." He grins as masses of fries appear in a huge basket on Bar, along with a beer. There's a twinkle in his eyes which those who know him might be a bit afraid of. However, he's simply sitting there, with a bowl of ketchup and masses of fries, camera beside him. Anyone want to talk?

red-blossom.livejournal.com

Teen!Blossom inna bar. She's set up a mini-science lab in a booth in one corner of the room, and is currently working hard on some kind of a concoction.

She could use a break. Why not come by and bug her?

boundxkitty

There's an agile women out in a clearing in the forest. She's doing different kinds of acrobatics and tumbling, and very well at that. There is a slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead and are several bottles of water sitting under a tree; some empty, some full, and one partially empty.

All of these things add up to the fact that she's been out here for a while blowing off energy, though there's not stop in sight for this wereleopard, unless she scents something interesting. Or someone comes and talks to her.

Current Mood: bored

bartyjr.livejournal.com

Barty inna bar.

Sitting near the fire, making notes in a book.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne is in a corner booth, nursing the remains of the tequila from last night. She's still wearing her jacket--it hides her gun--but the sleeves are rolled up and her bruise-bracelet plainly visible.

The people who needed to know do. No sense hiding it.

She looks rested and content, watching the people go by.

Because it's not like there's anyone in the bar she needs to avoid, or anything.

general-lando.livejournal.com

Now at the Bar, that war hero, businessman, smuggler, gambler and secret agent, Lando Calrissian, enjoying something called a gin and tonic.

Come say hi.

[ooc: please ntoe that mun is only online for an hour or so.]

pee-jee.livejournal.com

Somewhere, there is a really great entrance post waiting for PeeJee.

She's not getting it tonight.

Tonight, she's just inna bar.

Did you know you can put a Tim-conjured Excalibat into an Asar-Suti-conjured HPverse Bag of Holding equivalent without your own causality blowing up? Neither did PeeJee, but she's kind of glad it didn't.

creator_raven

The couch by the fireplace is comfortably, and Raven is curled in the corner, sipping hot chocolate and eating cookies.

He does not look distressed.

This probably does not mean much, in the grand scheme of things.

Last night was rather a long one. It makes him faintly twitchy.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Nonchalantly sipping at some hot tea, with just a spoonful of honey, Bubbles hums quietly to herself. Lost in thought, or maybe not.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

Venkman's in the bar, taking notes. He's reading over the PADD, and scanning the nightly crowd for familiar faces.
One he needs to apologize to.
One he need to avoid *because* he has to apologize to the first one.

Want to watch the potential fireworks?

obligatoryass

Logan hasn't had an entrance post for a while, and so now he does.

He hasn't been home yet. He plans to go tonight, but he wants something to eat first, something to fortify him before he has to go back and face everyone in Neptune, before he has to deal with just...everything.

Logan orders fried paradoxes, a roast beef sandwich and a soda.

He looks over his shoulder, sees the doors, and sighs, picking at the paradoxes absently.

Someone's not looking forward to leaving much.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Back in the bar, curled up in a booth, not drinking a glass of water.

There is a something.

It's name is Jack.

Jack of the Frost.

badinlatin

[OOM: Mal and Kitty go planetside.]

The door to Milliways opens; two heads, two bodies, and six feet walk inside.

One is a Captain Mu Ji. The other is ~~Yong~~ as-of-yet unnamed.

Making a beeline for the door to the lake and stables, Mal beams proudly as he constantly runs a hand along the horse's brown coat.

Come say hi, if you feel like following the pair outside.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is sitting in a booth, notebook filled with barely-legible scribbles open in front of her. She occasionally jots something down in it, but is mostly staring off into space, her expression that brand of thoughtful that really means worried.

The problem with planning is you realise the sheer number of things that could go wrong.

renevatio.livejournal.com

[OOM: "Wake up." "I'm awake now." Rated T for Temptation!]

The door opens, admitting two figures long absent from Milliways. Jordan Two-Delta and Lincoln Six-Echo hurry toward the Bar, their expressions intense and their gait urgent. A quick bout of negotiation yields them a room key. A single room key. They hurry off before they have time to be stopped by anybody, and when they'll emerge again is not quite clear. But they're back, for what that's worth, and will be ready to talk soon enough.

After all, there's quite a lot to talk about.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie enters tha bar from out back, a little distracted looking. He spots a conversation happening over by the fireplace and curses softly. He retrieves his customary tea from the bar, and settles himself near where he thinks the door usually is and begins to watch the happenings of the bar.

((OOC: Please do come distract the mun from the job applications of DOOM.))

((OOC#2: There's a big storm rolling in, so I'm waving the slowtime flag, say sorry.))

abs-denham.livejournal.com

Abs comes in from the infirmary and puts a note down on Bar's surface.

"Please can you make sure anyone who would worry about Guppy gets this."

( Note )

perfectblue.livejournal.com

She's probably returning to her brand shiny new canon within the next week or two, but Illyria is in the bar.

For whatever that's worth.

She's...not fixed, but not broken any more. Dealing? Yes, dealing, even though there is nothing here for her now. She's not going to be recruiting any more followers any time soon, and she doesn't even want to.

Don't you all miss the days of Play-Doh wars and Candyland?

Yeah.

Her, too.

badinlatin

[OOM: Earlier today, Mal and Wash have a talk. Unwoeful and Cracktastic even.]

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

Slayer. Out back. Bent in half before she slides both legs into the air, balancing on one arm.

Slayer-fu, baby.

Come poke her. It's funny to see Slayers fall down.

mogget_cat

*It might be surprising when Yrael comes down the stairs and into the bar. He doesn't have a room. He is impeccably dressed in white, as usual, all pristine white and clean lines. Supper is in order, so he goes to the bar to order some supper.*

*Pan-seared sushi-grade Ahi tuna with cream sauce, if you are curious.*