milliways_bar | Nov. 28th, 2005

Nov. 28th, 2005

Still sick. But maybe not contagious.

Now there is a mechanic at a table with soup. Hot soup.

She absolutely didn't go outside just a little bit ago. Nope. Not even if it was snowing. Especially not if it was snowing.

Because Kaylee behaves. All the time.

Yes.

stilljustandrew

[OOM, millitimed to the morning of Wednesday the 23rd: Meg and Andrew wake up, and have a long-overdue talk.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn had been upstairs packing. As soon as she finds Atton she's planning on leaving, for some rest and relaxation on beautiful Coruscant. But for the moment she's in the bar, taking a break from deciding which guns to bring. Bar has kindly supplied some Cucumber slices in answer to the dark circles under her eyes and she's looking at them with extreme trepidation.

[OOC: Well, it seems the other night was not really the last entrance post before she went XD maybe tomorrow.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up in a booth, quietly people-watching. It really is an entertaining sport, and useful as well. And besides, she hasn't been getting anywhere in her research, really.

Feel free to poke the X5. She's not really inclined to bite.

simon_doctor

[OOM, millitimed to this afternoon: Simon waves an old friend.]

othercaptjack

A man saunters into a bar.

...No, no punchline.

Just Jack.

And a martini.

And his leather pants, naturally.

And shiny technological gadgety things.

Come say hey.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Once more Tim is in the bar. He's got his iron staff out and is fiddling with it. Mainly, he's drawing on it. He's got a little squirt bottle of acid, and is engraving in the iron. Mainly it's just little rings, with words along them. To help keep track of the spells inside of it.

Sure, come bug him. He needs it.

namo

[OOM: In Room 144, Gorlim comes to Námo, post-wraith, and they discuss their relationship, Lee Castle, and magic. Warning for schmoop. Lots of it.]

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at the Bar, eating breakfast and getting ready to head back to the X-Mansion as he does everyday. He is fiddling with a small pile of machine components, some of which look very exotic.

Come say hello.

seker-pride.livejournal.com

After several days' absence, Strahan has returned to the bar proper.

What's he been doing? Does it involve the computer? The computer book? His experiments in shapeshifting?

To all of these? Mostly yes.

But he's also spent a good deal of meditating in front of the replica gate, doing nothing but think.

It's his canon habit too, though this time he decided to sit rather than stand.

Today he wants to make one more attempt at shapechanging before the snows set in and it becomes too chilly to do very much of anything outdoors.

So outdoors he goes, this time wrapped up in woolens and furs [real of course. Strahan doesn't do "politically correct"] and heads outside, hoping - praying - for success this time.

Current Mood: rushed

last_adam

[OOM: Letters from Tortall, v. 1.0]

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Dream is in the bar. He is actually there on behalf of those of Lilly's friends who are worried about her, but is still enough himself that he isn't going to go and seek each of them out.

Being where questions can be asked, or people seen without him possibly disturbing them (psychological personal space. Its a new concept), is as close as he can come.

And thus, Dream is in the bar and looking about as casual as ever he does.

last_adam

*Adam and coffee. They go together like, well, two things that go together quite well. And so it is that Adam is at a table in a corner of the bar, drinking coffee.*

wolfskincoat.livejournal.com

Today the shock of hair and painted lips are the only concession to color, as the huntress is clad nearly completely in black. Leather cap and gloves are removed as she steps in, and find a home in the inside of pocket a black sheepskin coats.

Running a delicate hand through her hair, she retires to the Bar and orders a mulled brandy.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is in the bar again and in short, she looks like hell. Not the fun, bruisey hell she looked like a few weeks ago, but a nice, miserable, emotional hell.

As per her usual, she orders a cup of tea and then proceeds to the fireplace area. She doesn't even notice the door disappear behind her.

lvpd_sidle

It doesn't snow that often in Las Vegas. When it does, it never remains on the ground.

Despite her years at Harvard, Sara never grew fond of the cold or of snow.

She is by the fireplace with cocoa, her neglected case files, and a content expression.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

[ooc: Wolf and Virginia hit New York.]

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

[ooc: Waiting.]

archimedes19.livejournal.com

The door opens and warm air rushes in from the Mediterranean home on the otherside. The man that enters is wearing a toga and reading a scroll. He is an older gentleman of about 74 years. When the door shuts behind him the cold seeping in from outback is enough to catch his attention.

His eyes rising from his scroll. They widen as he begins to look around this strange place. "By the Gods" he whispers.

Archimedes has come to Milliways.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

It has been an interesting several days for Montparnasse.
It seems the brooding and boredom have finally gotten to him. He has been causing all sorts of trouble. So now, of course, he is looking very smug about all of it.
Come ask him why, if you're curious. Just beware. The mischief may not be at an end.

mumbling-truth.livejournal.com

There's a quiet and pensive poet, bundled up outside. Todd was walking around, out near the lake. From his perspective upon his arrival to Milliways, he had gone from winter to late summer. And now it was back to winter again in only a few months. He wasn't obviously upset, more the ache of an old wound at this point. The time for tears was long past, and no longer necessary.

But he still hated the winter. Even being here wasn't helping on that accord. But he needed to face it so he can finally move past it completely. He wrapped his arms around himself as he stared out toward the freezing lake. His actions mirrored that which he took months past, dressed in a similiar coat, though he wasn't merely wearing pajamas underneath this time. Another winter on a different world. A winter of grief and sorrow that seemed to never end.

Not until he came here, and what he thought was gone forever was miraculous returned.
But he still hated the winter now.
Time to change that.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

He's been speaking with Parnasse, so he ain't exactly happy.
And Peter doesn't know how much worse his day's gonna get, though he's got a feeling it's very likely.
And this is in spite of the training and preparation he's supposed to be doing for the upcoming mission.

Typically crappy Monday.

capt_angie

Angelina is sitting in a sofa by the fireplace sipping while she flips idly through a copy of Which Broomstick? The section she is concentrating on is... not one you would expect her to be interested in. The brooms are only a third of the full sized ones Angie flies. So! Dontcha wanna know Angie is looking at childrens brooms?

jonathanparagon.livejournal.com

Jonathan's in the bar, still working on battle preparations. Of some kind. Yes.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael. Chair by fireplace. Paperwork.

Have at.

gorlim.livejournal.com

There is a remarkably mentally stable Bëoring in the bar, wearing a fur-lined vest and a scarf (but no antlers) and humming to himself as he flips through a book written in Elvish and munches a basket of fries (still his favourite modern Earth-food). Yes, he's the same one who was out by the lake with the ghosts last night. Anyone who wants an explanation for that should come ask him. Otherwise, anyone who wants to chat can come over as well. Gorlim likes to talk. Or listen.

If you're Random or Ramon, he'd also like to know where his daughter is and whether they've tried anything odd like feeding her ketchup or seeing if she weighs the same as a duck (she does -- assuming it was a large duck).

Current Mood: sane! :D :D :D

gone_byebye

Ray went home last night. He's been home for a while now. The light outside when he comes in is that of late afternoon in a New York City November.

"Bar," he says quietly, "if I could possibly have something suitable to a small evening meal-"

It provides fish, and vegetables, and beer.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

He sits down at one of the tables away from the main entrance, for once.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is sitting in one corner of the bar with the kitten on his knee, drinking tea. The bruises on his face have started to lighten nicely, and the last twenty four hours have started to somewhat calm his mind after the death threat on Friday.
He is so much determined to at least attempt to get back to normal, that he has his sign up.

The doctor is in

He's perfectly capable, having been practicing back home for a good two weeks since the beating. But equally if you just want to drink tea and chat, that's good too.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Since things seem a wee bit slow, and I've no real reason to flood the place with entries when it's much simpler to just mush 'em all together, here we go:

~Sarah has just wandered in from outside, fuzzy sweater and jeans both a bit damp. She's grinning though, apparently she'd added to the lone snow Brave from yesterday, now there's a whole tribe set up, with snow tipees and everything, she even managed a couple of snow bison and is feeling very accomplished.

~Anoia is in a booth, humming Hogswatch carols to herself and working on how to make holiday utensils even more drawer-sticky. She's still got stabilized snowflakes in her hair, and she's wearing yet another Hogswatch apron. Also, she has cookies, shaped like corkscrews, but likely not containing any.

~Adric has just emerged from the kitchen, smiling crookedly, apparently there were quite a few dishes to be done, but now it's time for lunch, macaroni and a fruit salad, and another pile of bent utensils. Somehow he can manage to eat and work on critters at the same time.

~And here's a new one, it would seem that the Smiths vanished to a room the night they arrived, and had been there ever since. But now the Mrs. was downstairs, apparently emerging for a bit of recon, currently sipping something alcoholic and watching the observation window and the bar in equal parts.

(there y'go folks, just lemmie know who it is you're talking to for less brain explodyness ^_^ )

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne is set up in a booth, back to the wall and legs stretched out on the bench. She's nursing a plate of sweet potato biscuits and a glass of Wild Turkey--her concession to Thanksgiving leftovers.

She's just people watching at the moment, but come over and say 'hi.' There are way more biscuits than she can finish by herself, anyway.

mnt_mike

[OOM: Rm 132

Where Mel gets to the bottom of what's bothering Mike.
He doesn't believe what she already knows.
click]

callmedavid.livejournal.com

David Palmer, expecting to walk into his study, instead finds himself back in Milliways Bar. He looks around, feeling a mixture of amusement and surprise at the familiar surroundings. He hasn't been back here in over a year.

With an amiable shrug, David takes a seat at the nearest table and opens up his laptop. The ex-POTUS is supposed to be working on his memoirs but he's been plagued by writer's block.

Feel free to interrupt him, he's just staring at a blank screen.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

If you hear someone tapping a pencil against a book in an annoying, repetitive fashion; it's probably Chris. She's trying to think of what she should get Jack for his birthday.

The list she has so far is:

Gift Ideas
LoTR-stuff
Books? WWI era? Espionage? Espionage during WWI?
Music? (Steal iPod to see what kind of music he likes)
Slippers??

There are also some sketches of stick people and one that looks like a dog...or goat, it's hard to say.

Jack's birthday is tomorrow and she has no ideas. Plus, she can't stop thinking about what Angela told her which doesn't help her to concentrate.

Or get her to stop tapping the pencil, someone may have to ask her to quit.

Current Mood: thoughtful

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah comes into the bar from the Staff Wing. Still in a flying chair, still with a black canvas bag full of plates hanging off one arm. She's carrying a book.

She gets an iced tea from the Bar and takes a table near the corner. She's reading, in theory, but she's not really in the mood, and looks up and around the bar every few minutes.

Milliways is an interesting sort of place for people-watching.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Montparnasse's room, what happened after Evil Thea followed him upstairs]

Warning for minor violence, no smut.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[Pre-Milliways: After the events in the episode "Catevari"]

Darien wanders in, shaking. He doesn't realize he's not in his apartment till his swing-towards-the-fridge gets him empty air. Then he growls, glares around, and makes his way to the bar itself.

If he's ever needed a drink, it's right fricking now.

http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/

[OOM: Chase gets back to LA and starts trying to set things in order.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, curled up in an armchair with a good book. She even managed to get one in English, this time. But she's distracted, looking up every few minutes to scan the room.

jawaswag.livejournal.com

Gavin walks downstairs from his room, clutching a piece of flimsi in his hand. He stops for a moment, looking around the room to see if Wes is around. No such luck. Gavin shrugs and continues on his way to Bar.

"Uh, Bar? Can you give this to Wes Janson, please?" He places the flimsi face side down on the counter. It dissappears and Gavin smiles. "Thanks."

Then, he heads back upstairs before anyone could ask him what that was.

He can keep a secret after all, Janson.

kayip.livejournal.com

A boy sits at the bar, writing right-to-left across a piece of paper. It looks as though he's been doing this for a while, as he's inching close to the bottom of the page.

Finally, a plate of bread appears next to him, and he puts the pen down and starts to tear the bread into smaller pieces.

red-blossom.livejournal.com

Blossom inna bar. Enjoying a nice PB&J.

Feel fee to bug.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Lobo. Bar. Ale. Bored.

Have at, your own risk.

a-fell.livejournal.com

Aziraphael is tucked into a booth, reading a Saki collection.

There's a pot of tea beside him.

You'd think he'd be content, but he's not looking particularly satisfied with life, it must be said.

Current Mood: cranky

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela has stayed in bed most of the day today. She just didn't see much point in getting up.

But she's really very hungry, so she's down in the bar, picking at a plate of fries and drinking a chocolate milkshake. Not very nutritionally sound, but she doesn't care much, and she's so thin that it won't matter.

So.

Skinny teenage girl in oversized dark clothing wearing too much black eyeliner in the bar.

Oh, and she's writing on her datapad.

It's probably angsty and depressing, whatever she's writing.

She probably thinks she doesn't want to be bothered, but it would probably be good if someone did.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is taking a break from research, and is gingerly walking in the general vicinity of the booth she's claimed. There is limping and favouring of her left leg.

She's in a bit of a better mood, especially since she got replicas of her old red clothes from the bar, and isn't dressed like a walking Scorpius fantasy anymore.

Also, come marvel at her new (well, old for her) hair do.

cardboard-tube.livejournal.com

There has been video gaming. Lots of it. A day of truly testing the power of Microsoft's latest foray into the world of consoles ... and a day of swearing into a headset pretty damn often.

Uses up a lot of energy, this. Very strenuous activities, they are. And so it is in search of sugar, caffeine, and other vital and nutritious substances that Jonathan Gabriel leaves the comfort of the couch and heads for the kitchen.

Only, he doesn't quite make it.

"...did we get an extension? Tycho, tell me we didn't get an extension to the kitchen without you even telling me. How long was I playing King Kong for?"

...Gabe in Milliways!

[ooc: ~~mun fleeing for food! <3 thirty minutes at most!~~ back!

later: oh em gee I love you guys so much! but must go sleep now, very sorry to Saphie in particular, slowtime on all threads?]

velocitygirl

Inyri's in the bar. At the fireplace, with Wyn curled in her lap.

Come and chat.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

After doing a very stupid thing in his moment of smugness, Montparnasse is back at his usual booth. He has yet to realize just how stupid he's been, but that makes finding out much more fun. Right now he is amusing himself by people watching and plotting trouble for a few specific people.

Come talk at him. He will pretend to pay attention.

smart-ewok.livejournal.com

There is an Ewok.

And he is in the bar.

Under a booth eating a cookie, in fact.

Is it your booth?

ballofjoy.livejournal.com

The door to the bar opens, and outside is 1967.

Okay, that's a very broad generalization, as every time this particular patron (one Susanna Kaysen, age eighteen) comes in, 1967 is outside.

But usually it isn't outside -- now, instead of the dreary corridors of Claymoore, behind her is bustling Boston of the late 60s.

"Wicked," Susanna mutters under her breath at having found the bar instead of the dentist.

Valerie won't notice for a bit.

collects_ears

A far more chipper man than he's been feeling lately, George steps behind the bar. Gone are the dark circles from under his eyes, the smile on his face is genuine and he's even whistling - which is always a good sign.

He makes a quick addition to the Specials board, then announces to the bar:

"Tonight's specials are Beef Ramen bowl, shredded pork in ginger sauce with rice and hot and sour soup.Tonight's drinks are Daiquiri #2, Dark Nightmare and Diablo .."

"What'll it be?"

95-tan.livejournal.com

O hay, that'd be an OS. Not that the vast majority of patrons would know this, being either from worlds where OSes don't exist, or from worlds where OSes are things inside boxes.

Anyway, she is eating a bowl of RAM and has a bottle of sake waiting to be worked on. And, um, yeah, she's really not in any way being particularly different from normal.

BUT YOU SHOULD TALK TO HER ANYWAY BECAUSE SHE IS CUTE OK.

Current Mood: chipper

alas_alas

It's dark, and it's cold, but that doesn't prevent Echo from laying in the snow by the lake, smiling as she looks up at the stars.

One year. Give or take a week. One year since she arrived here. She couldn't be happier.

lathspell-named.livejournal.com

Grima's in the bar:
In rimed furs.
His blue eyes are canny and manic.

steak-man.livejournal.com

Cypher's sitting at the bar, with his laptop, but he's not actually doing anything with the laptop. He's staring at the blinking cursor, green against black. Blink, blink, blink.

There's a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label beside him, which he's slowly making his way through. Johnnie Walker, Lucky Strikes, and what looks like the remains of some sort of chicken dinner.

He doesn't know what to think or what to do, for once. The persistent mania has ceased today. So he stares at that cursor.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

gone_byebye

Ray's been somewhere for most of the afternoon and evening, but it wasn't in the main Bar. And even now it still isn't.

This is because he's gone out back with his proton pack and a couple of foam targets. Not to mention the silver Jedi training drone that bobbles along behind him in midair.

He'll be busy making things go BZAAARP! tonight, it looks like.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

[OOM: Roger and Mary Anne in bed. A Crucial Plot Point Is Come.]

http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/

Lady Death floats into the bar, where she smiles slightly on entering.

She continues on to the counter where she orders a glass of mead.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

Tony is busy tapping a pen against the top of a booth. If it's annoying you, tell him to stop.

Current Mood: contemplative

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is in the bar, at a table. She has the shiny killing stick, and her badge.

Also, it's the return of That T-shirt.

kitchen_maid

Amy has settled over by the fireplace, tea nearby, and embroidery in hand. She's not actually working on anything at the moment, just watching the fire and thinking.

She's been humming to herself for the last couple of days, and tonight is no exception.

It's an old song, one she's known all her life, and she can't quite seem to get it out of her head.

Still, she's humming softly enough that she shouldn't be bothering anyone else.

Right?

asar-suti.livejournal.com

Asar-Suti came down into the bar from the library upstairs, and posted a note to the message board:

( Invitation - to all my friends! )

That done, Asar-Suti went to the fireplace and settled down with a book and coffee.

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

[OOM: Xander stumbles back home. Featuring a Really Unamused Dawn.]

hope-halo.livejournal.com

Hope is in the bar.

You know, just for a little change of pace.

Remiel + strawberry lemonade = happy angel.

Come poke ~~if you DARE~~!

xan-shaped.livejournal.com

The thing that's not cool about flying to Africa?

Is definitely the part where they think you're smuggling in illegal weapons.

"No, okay, look, I did not choose the 'Metal Detector' option on my dental plan," he says over his shoulder, shaking a finger in righteous warning. "Just keep those far away from m--"

He sees where he is.

And blinks.

And sprints for the door again, only to find that yes, he can actually go back through.

... He's willing to take a little break from airport security.

[OOC: Please be gentle with tags, as I have very little time. In fact, a ping first would be great, unless I've talked with you already?]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard's around, puttering. Doing Barman-y stuff.

His sweater is no longer stretched out. This is good, because he is wearing it. This is good, because he's cold.

He's very cold.

balletrat

[OOM: Meg dreams.]

latino_menace

Ramon Salazar. All round bad dude, drug lord, terrorist, murderer, torturer etc etc. Inna bar.

With a baby.

No, it's not his. He does look rather scared though.

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

Wotcher, a Watcher.
With a cuppa.
Researching as usual, gearing up for the trip to LA.

Feel free to stop by, and stare at his books. Titles tend toward demonology, magic shielding, and similiar topics.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche is outside, lurking out of sight of the door and stockpiling snowballs. He's got good at making them, since Nita taught him how.

Approach at your own risk.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

After her run in with Montparnasse, Thea is in the bar looking slightly dazed. She has the kind of look in her eyes people get when they aren't really sure what do do with themselves.

the_antiangst

Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt.
Table, hot chocolate and paradoxes, mild case of table percussion. Do come and bother, and mind the fuzzy gender line (if you don't already know better).

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Just because Archie's a sailor, doesn't mean that he likes grog. He'd much rather have his scotch. Besides, he's on duty.

It's a good thing that Bar makes such good tea.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

Malcolm in the bar, with Glenmorangie, as usual. Sitting by the fireplace, also, usual, though a little quiet tonight.

mogget_cat

*There is a fuzzy ickle ~~skimml~~ kittums on the bar. Don't you just want to give it ~~food~~ ~~drink~~ a squeeze?*

(ooc: GIP, hee!)

Current Mood: cute

mini-supes.livejournal.com

So the bar's pulled the switcharoo game on Kon again, and he's ended up in the place for the first time in a little while. Now, he's not complaining about this: he's just a little confused. And a little disappointed, because he was totally heading to the kitchen for a piece of birthday cake.

Oh well. It's not like the bar isn't interesting, anyway. He flops down in a booth and keeps an eye on the place for someone to bother.

Come talk to the birthday boy? He's three today.