milliways_bar | Dec. 9th, 2005

Dec. 9th, 2005

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

It's a habit, when she's on Antar, to dress a little more ladylike than usual.

It's a palace, after all.

Which is why, when Faith accidentally comes into the bar from Max's bedroom, she's wearing a surprisingly girly white lace dress, and not carrying her Security badge.

She does, however, have the stone that will let her go back to the palace, so after a second's hesitation she makes a quick beeline for Bar. There's a note delivered with her coffee; she picks it up, reads it, and smiles, tucking it into her cleavage.

She won't be there long, but a short conversation would be fine.

last-human.livejournal.com

( First Date )

Millitimed to last night, Dave and Paige share a wintertime picnic.

slayer_fray

Millitimed to Monday night, after this little confrontation in the bar:

( Mel and Raph take it outside. )
and then
( Mike finds her afterwards. )

The first one contains violence (obviously). The second one much schmoop (also obviously). Rated P for the unexpected collation and advancements of three individual character plots. Italicised text (some of it) from the first is lifted from Fray

namo

[OOM: Millitimed to Monday night: Following this conversation, Lee and Námo manage to make it to Room 144; later that night, Gorlim calls to Námo, and then also retires to Room 144. Warning: first OOM contains graphic m/m loving ^^]

milliways_sawyer

Look who's smiling smugly as he walks down the steps. That's the smile of a man who has proof his sperm is motile, baby. Sawyer's all but whistling as he walks up to the bar with his drink.

Until he gets a note along with his order.

The smile is gone, and he's looking around for a member of security.

goinghost.livejournal.com

After grabbing some dinner, Danny phased and flew up to a rafter to watch everyone. He was partly hidden, but not entirely, so anyone could start a conversation with him down below. All they'd see was a perfectly ordinary, fourteen year old boy with blue eyes and messy dark hair, sitting on the rafter and watching everyone somewhat lazily.

It wasn't as if he didn't miss home--especially Sam and Tucker--and heck, even Jazz--but so far, Danny liked this place. People knew what he was here and didn't freak out over it; there were even other people near his age who had superpowers, too.

So, okay, it wasn't home. He didn't really have any friends here.

But for the very first time since he'd gotten his powers--and one of the first times in his life--he felt like he fit in.

He really liked that feeling.

Now if only he weren't so lonely.

[OOC: OMG, Danny's popular! Slowtime, please, folks. Braindead and need bed soon.]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

OOM: Another training session. Nuff' said.

flybywash

[Not-quite-OOM: The day after the elder Tams return, Wash and Mal spend some time in the stables.

No, not like that. Or THAT, either.

Rated GDQ for Gratuitous, Drunken Quoting of the Serenity blooper reel.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

((IM: Tim is in the infirmarary. Come say hi.))

bloodandnicotine

A vampire has returned to the bar. He spent last night outside, looking for some clue as to where he is. But no bloody luck. Well, okay, it looks kind of like england, but it felt wrong. Like how he couldn't seem to get away from the area around the lake.

Which means, one perturbed vampire with his hand on his hips, glaring around the bar. He wants answers, and he wants them eventually!

called_lioness

Because Lucy's mun is 1) awake and 2) going to be not in the same continent as her computer over the holidays, Lucy is leaving most (though not all) of her gifts at Bar this morning to be delivered on the 25th.

Why?

Because they're done.

OBVIOUSLY. Silly people.

( For Lilly )

( For Raven )

( For Aziraphael )

She drums her fingers on Bar, then, and bites her lip before putting the last one out, and saying, softly, "Give this one as soon as he's in the bar, not the 25th, please?

( For Adam )

There.

She smiles, faintly, to herself, and goes back to the House.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

There was a Sarah in the bar, in her grumpy thundercloud pyjammas. She had been going to get dressed when she decided breakfast at Milliways sounded like a better idea.

So, yeah, still half-asleep superhero innabooth with waffles and eggs.

Have at.

(and now the mun runs away to work, where she may or may not be able to tag before lunchtime, slowtime is ever so much love however.)

inquisitivehero

Hank McCoy, looking somewhat rested, is sitting at his usual table near the Infirmary door, which is cracked open slightly.

A small item, that, for those who know, would look something like a baby monitor, sits on the table enxt to a books an d large breakfast platter.

fourth-of-three.livejournal.com

The young Gascon, upon descending the stairs, makes his way to the bar to ordered a cup of tea.
He has, as of yet, been lucky enough to meet primarily humans, or those who could be mistaken as such.

So, understandably, he is preoccupied with people watching, noting that the patronage is far more varied than expected. The tea, at this rate, will most certainly be cold before it is remembered.

last_adam

*Adam had gone out to get coffee for himself and Alanna. No more, no less. But upon receipt of the coffee, he also received a note and some gifts.

And so now, he's sitting in a booth, in his pyjamas, with two cups of coffee, his note and his presents. He looks more than a little dazed.*

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

[Pre-Mililways: Trouble in the Citadel]

Garion walks into the bar, quite obviously in a black mood. He glances around once as he feels the temperature raise around him from the frigid halls of the Rivan Citadel to that of normal bar temperature, but all it raises from him is a litany of muttered curse words as he makes his way to the counter.

"Ale."

He doesn't want to get drunk, because he has some thinking to do, but he needs something to steady his nerves before he either knocks someone or heads back to the Citadel to knock Brand.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is downstairs this morning, sitting in a booth. Why? Because she's eating. Yes, it does happen.

This means she's in a good mood. She doesn't know why, but she's not going to question it, since it doesn't happen that often.

So, mostly happy Welsh princess inna bar. Feel free to bother.

grovecj.livejournal.com

Deja Vú? Maybe. But an OG barrels in, the door reveals a city alley, and a group of pursuers. As the first time, bullets hit the wall just outside, but this time CJ is armed and can return fire.

And then he notices where he is, and quickly kicks the door closed, before the Ballas can follow.

Talk about another close call. He just lays on the floor then, catching his breath.

Come poke him. He will not shoot you.

lvpd_sidle

Sara has cocoa, bagels, and a claimed spot by one of the fireplaces.

She is unwinding from the onset of new canon. Naturally, she's questioning why certain people were allowed to breathe, much less breed.

Interrupt her brooding.

gone_byebye

Ray conked out pretty solidly last night, and slept pretty late this morning. Gosh, he's going to miss that when he goes back to New York. Ah, well. Such is life.

He makes his way down the stairs, quietly orders a big mug of warmed-up Ovaltine from the bar, and makes his way over towards one of the couches by the fire.

fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com

Gimli strides in from out back, muttering to himself.

The muttering may have something to do with the fact that the dwarf's legs are covered in snow clear up to the knees. Apparently, dwarves are not so keen on the forging of snow-shovels.

red-mare.livejournal.com

Jah-lila had been sleeping beside her banked fire, in a smallish cave away from the stables. She wakes this morning, blinks at the snow-clad grounds, and lets out a whinny of pleasure. It's been a while since the Red Mare had a chance to roll around in the snow.

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin wanders down from upstairs. He's got surgical gloves on, but is stripping them off very carefully (the proper way, where you get nothing on your skin and trap the fluids and such in the gloves) as he comes.

Before he orders dinner he talks Bar into a tightly sealed bin that he can dump such things as his gloves in to keep until he's got a safe place to dispose of them.

Then he gets dinner. There is possibly enough to share, if people asked nicely.

slayer_fray

Mel isn't limping as she comes downstairs in socked feet. She isn't limping as she goes to the Bar and asks for a new pair of combat boots and she isn't limping when she sits in a booth and begins to pull them on. And if she's ginger about putting on the left, well, what of it?

Her face is calm. she doesn't look at all apprehensive about seeing people. She doesn't seem to be panicking about whether anyone's going to notice she hasn't been around since Monday and missed her shifts. She's gathered, contained, and has her security badge pinned to her gun belt.

If you talk to her, chances are slim that she'll have a psychotic episode and try to kill you. But she doesn't know that.

asmokeanddrink.livejournal.com

So he's there....after a long time of not being there. Well, actually he was there except half the time he was passed out and the other was contently spent drinking, smoking, and keeping to himself. He was always like that regardless of if he was dead or not.

Remy remains in his chair in the corner. A number of beer bottles scattered around him, along with a bushel of cigarette butts. He's snoring EXTREMELY LOUD.

Come wake him up. (Please!)

Current Mood: content

kitchen_maid

Amy, settled over by the fireplace, with a plate of gingerbread cookies and a mug of tea.

She's curled up in her chair, feet tucked under her skirts, watching people go by.

She'd love company.

Come steal a cookie.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric, it seemed, had discovered the joys of gingerbread houses.

The rats had helped, a little, with pictures and cookbooks, as he didn't really speak or read rat, but he got on with them well enough.

The way he figured it was that they wanted houses as both temporary living structures, and eventual snacks.

So, Adric in a booth with gingerbread house pieces and bowls full of decorations and a couple icing pouches for mortar, he'll be happy for some help.

( ooc: Meep! And mun must dash to work, and then holiday party after work, slowtime is much love! *runs* )

archimedes19.livejournal.com

Bundled up by the fire is an old man drinking hot tea trying to cope with the cold weather. For once he doesn't have any scrolls with him and seems to be people watching.

Come Chat.

lore-spinner.livejournal.com

There is an arachnid in the bar.

He looks like a man of about thirty, but that's not the point. Is it ever?

He also looks like he has a headache.

Not to say he has any issue with company -- maybe he will even tell you a story.

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

Well, looks t'me like some~~bunny~~body is in a right cheerful good mood.

At the moment, looks like that fella Rabbit's sprawled out on one've them there couches, with a big ole mug've black coffee an' some cigarettes what may or may not quite properly be entirely his.

Now, o'course, that ain't th'only thing he's workin' on, just at the moment. Seems like he's also carvin' somethin' out've wood, if the shavings litterin' the table are any sign. What he's workin' on... well, that ain't so easy t'tell, as seems t'me he's thinkin' it's wise to keep it hidden.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: upstairs]

Guppy comes downstairs wearing only his coat over his pyjamas and looks around for a friendly face. He is fidgetty and doesn't look like he has slept much.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard is behind Bar.

Ready to take orders.

Tending, if you will.

There is also a notice on the board:

ATTENTION.

Milliways is now hiring waitstaff.

This is a part time position.

Please put your name and any relevant experience below.

Do not approach the Barman for an interview. He will approach you.

Thank you.

--Mgmt.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe's sitting downstairs by the fire, with Danny at his feet.

The edge of a bandage is visible under his sleeve, and there's a deep cut curving round his eye, but he seems unbothered by them.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

If one were to actually ask Castle why he's flopped on a couch reading a book about rabbits, he would probably get annoyed.

But he's fun when he's annoyed. So feel free to ask anyway.

an-abstract.livejournal.com

Serendipity has returned to Earth, as she does from time to time, to inspire people in person, because sometimes it's easier for people to accept an idea if they can see who's giving it to them. Not that they ever know that it's her who gives them the idea, if they found that out she'd get in a lot of trouble.

Usually when she comes back to Earth, she winds up in the middle of nowhere - it makes it easier, since no one's around to see her. This time, however, she winds up in a bar.

"Well, this is something new."

f-for-french.livejournal.com

Cordelia Chase is at the bar.

That is all.

You are welcome to resume your lives now thought you could, of course, go and talk to her. She doesn't bite.

Much.

oneheadlighthit.livejournal.com

Yeah, I'm still here.

Still haven't worked things out with Tiggy which, considering she's the only real friend I've got in this joint, doesn't speak too well about me or how I'm sitting with things. Guess I could say how much I miss Bobbi, how much I miss Escott, but you've heard it before.

Mostly I'm wondering. See, I don't know...maybe I'm too touchy about what I've become. I mean, Tiggy was trying to give me a way out and there I was yelling at her and I don't know. Can you be too worried about turning into a monster that you become one anyway? I mean, I've never been the type to yell at girls. Just not my style. I might've grown up in a house with more sisters than sanity allows and I might've been the youngest, but I still always kept my cool. Things had a way of working out, I'd discovered, so that sometimes it was best just to sit and wait and watch and see how things went down.

I guess since that whole plan almost got me killed just recently, almost got Bobbi killed, well...I've been a little off the hook. I wasn't trying to be, but there you go. Antsy people make mistakes and I'm nothing if not antsy at this point. Wouldn't you be?

Don't answer that.

Anyway, here I am, sitting as per usual in my little dark corner with a glass of blood. I'm sure my eyes are glowing red but I don't really care; I've seen more crazy stuff in this place than in all my years in New York and in New York, I was at least looking for it. I doubt another red-eyed lurker's going to show up on anyone's lookout.

Either way, I've got another Shadow pulp with me, so I could go either way. I still don't know how he pumps out so many stories in so little time.

[ooc: in and out, but just for laundry]

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio. Barstool.

Have at.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes through the front door for a quick visit to see if any of his friends are around, and heads toward the Bar for coffee while he waits.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Sitting at a booth reading a book and drinking tea is a short haired blonde immortal. Her legs are resting comfortably on the seat across from her.

She would enjoy some company so come poke at will.

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

A fluffy hat, some fluffy gloves, a big fluffy jacket and fluffy earmuffs walks downstairs.

Underneath it all is a little blonde Slayer, heading out into the snow. There's a fort that won't build itself to be continued.

Current Mood: chipper

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Like Oh Em Gee! It's Samantha Largeman.

Largeman still makes her (and the mun) squee like mad.

Anyway. Sam at the bar, with milkshake and toe-socked feet. She is reading something, a magazine of sorts. Come see what it is.

gonna_live

[OOC: Kaylee reads Mal the riot act. By which I mean she suggests politely that Mal play nice around Tamparents because it's upsetting River.

And then there are other things. Yes.]

kingly-auror.livejournal.com

Kingsley, the Daily Prophet, and very strong tea are all in a booth.

Kingsley is doing the crossword.

The Prophet is getting on his nerves.

The tea is mostly just sitting there.

fenderfrontman.livejournal.com

The heat's gone out in the loft again.

This probably explains why, next to Roger, there's a small heap of knitted things that he was dressed in until just recently. Right now, he's down to a hooded sweatshirt and jeans.

He's seated on one of the booth tables, back against the wall, and quietly strumming out the opening melody of "Imagine."

Yeah, he knows he's a day late. It doesn't change the sentiment.

[ooc: mun will be in and out for a while. slow tags likely.]

deadirishdemon.livejournal.com

Cordelia makes faces at him when he's been drinking, and won't kiss him.

Ergo, Doyle, totally sober, at a table with coffee and food.

Spirits are high.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer inna bar.

Security badge, coffee, and red shiny killing stick all present.

She's not ready to let go of the Scythe just yet.

awesome_lilly

Lilly stares at Indy's departing figure for a second before suddenly turning and dashing to the bar. There's a purple crayon lying there, one of Sunny's probably, and a napkin handy. She scribbles out a hasty note.

( Dear Everybody )

"Give that to, um, everybody you can think of?" she asks Bar, grinning. "And... I don't suppose you could maybe hook me up with some stuff for adventuring in Earth1937?"

A bag appears on Bar's surface, and Lilly beams, patting her affectionately.

"You rock. Keep an eye on everyone, I'll be back soon!"

She grabs the bag, and runs to a door that's been kept ajar by a cold wind blowing through from Indy's world. Lilly takes a quick look over her shoulder, at the resolutely empty couches and the crowded bar. She'll come back, but a chance to be somewhere else for a while, doing something, is pretty damn appealing right now. She slips through the door, into... well, she has no idea. Planning ahead is something that happens to people who are not Lilly Kane.

At least she remembers to shut the door behind her.

[ooc: open for reactions by anyone, just as long as no one tries to stop her or anything. ;-)]

iceismyforte.livejournal.com

So, hockey practice had run late today, but what else was new. Mel was worn out and desperately grateful it was a friday with the weekend for sleep right ahead of her. But those locker room doors....they're evil.

She plops onto the ground. So tired and sore, she's tempted not to get up but she does, falling into the nearest booth.

Come poke her. She needs it....sort of.

venusadept_2

Felix is tired of coming up with a new habit each night, so he's recycling a recent one. Felix is standing by the fire turning into sand and back again, but this time it's a performance. Echo has gotten ahold of a drum from somewhere, and is sitting on a nearby table banging on it in time with Felix's transformation. Four other Djinn are gathered around Felix, one at each compass point, and each time he's human one vwoops into him and another vwoops out to take its place.

If you come over, please don't step on the Djinn.

operathon.livejournal.com

[[OOC: Before Milliways And how he got here. Come play, he's quite fun to play with.]]

As the Phantom awoke, he realized that he was infact not in a boat but on a padded bench of some sort; the place reaked of alcohol and smoke, he was utterly confused as to where he was. He startingly felt his face, sighing with relief as he felt the mask on his face.

He frantically looked about him, seeing all sorts of individuals that did not resemble anyone in France he had ever seen before, he did not like change much and this sudden change of scenes made him think that God was behind this. He stood lightly, his velvety cape hitting the back of his legs as he adjusted the old clothing about him, pulling the leather gloves tighter onto his cold hands.

Was the Angel sent somewhere to perform his duties? Did God asign him to another Opera house?

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOC: See note in Back Room.]

When there was nothing else left to say, Indy had slipped on his jacket, hefted the duffel bag onto his shoulder and headed out of Suite 134 with the others silently in tow.

Mike had cooked a delicious supper for the four of them, and the time they'd shared around the table had been farewell enough. Of course there had been hugs, genuinely fond sentiments and well-wishes, as well as plenty of strained humor directed at him. The intimacy of it all had been rather nice; subdued but memorable.

Now he moseys down the stairs looking not too different from the tall stranger in the hat who had entered the bar for the first time many months ago. Except, now his head is bare, and looks aren't everything, which might explain the droop of his shoulders and the hint of guilt and misgivings in his expression.

Regardless, he doles out more hugs to those friends who are around and who he'd managed to inform about his departure beforehand. For those friends he hadn't managed to catch up with, he leaves a simple letter with Bar:

( Dear friends... )

Without further delay, he makes his way over to the front door and opens it with proper intent for the first time in nearly a year. Ahead, and below a narrow stretch of concrete, is a trash-lined alleyway. For a moment the dusting of snow on the tarmac and piles of sodden cardboard catches the glare from passing headlights on the main street. Then it all darkens again.

One look back, and a confident wink to those who care. Then Indy releases the door handle and steps over the threshold. In deference to a wintery gust of wind that whips a little snow back into the bar, the tall figure moves off and becomes cloaked in the shadows of the world beyond.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Manhattan, New York 1937 - Indy deals with the scene in the alleyway and finds he has unwittingly acquired a new adventuring companion. He also finds something else...]

dequincy.livejournal.com

"Michelle, I think I've ... got ... it ..."

Normally, Milliways Bar is not what was at the end of a series of complicated tunnels under the state of Idaho, so it wasn't anything Katherine DeQuincy-Joy had been expecting.

The truth is that it should have been something she might have expected, as Milliways did have that tendency.

She could use a break, anyhow, and thus, the bar gained a young psychotherapist-epidemiologist with terrible habits, drinking a latte and musing.

Still with the flashlight.

Just in case.

4letterfather.livejournal.com

[OOM: Some thoughts.]

The door opens. A man of late middle years starts to step through, his air preoccupied-

And then he looks up, and blinks. He turns around immediately, starting to call for someone, but the door's already shut behind him.

He turns back to the scene before him with a faintly confused expression that swiftly passes into consideration.

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

Rimmer has abandoned his astronavigation books for a tattered looking paperback he seems to be lost in as he sits in the bar.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom drips into the bar.

These things do happen.*

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

[OOM. After the battle in Andrew's world, Michael and Faith exchange stories of grief, and there is mutual comfort.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Manhattan, New York 1937 - Having left the alley and negotiated the post-Christmas crowds, Indy and Lilly make themselves at home in his apartment. He gives her the lowdown on the impending quest and they discuss the plan of attack, amongst other slightly more woe-inspiring things...]

number-ten-ox.livejournal.com

It's been almost a full turn of the moon since Ox last had a door go weird on him. He was overdue.

It may be best not to ask why he's carrying four bolts of blue and red silk, a sack full of wooden balls, and two large clay jars. He does set it all down with a sigh as he comes in. "This place, again..."

not-lupe-caz.livejournal.com

Caz walks into the bar. He stands beside the door and scans the customers, looking for a man with dark hair and eyes, who goes by the name of Number Ten Ox. Here again? he thinks. Now the initial shock is over, he's a little curious to see what, exactly, this place can do. Although, is that a person? He stares, then determinedly looks away. That ... Whatever ... is no business of his.

redhorserider.livejournal.com

The door opens, letting in the roar and screams of holiday shoppers. More precisely, holiday shoppers who are attempting to tear each other limb from limb for the very last of this year's biggest holiday toy.

From the chaos emerges none other than Red. She has several wrapped presents in her arms and a few shopping bags in her hands. She kicks the door closed with her leather-boot-clad foot.

She sets her things down at a table and unwraps the red scarf she's wearing and sets it down before walking over to the bar and obtaining a warm cup of Irish coffee.

Her coffee on the table in front of her, she fishes through some of the bags.

watching_you

Veronica comes in just in time to see Lilly leave.

Thus, their conversation goes, "Hi Lilly-- Bye Lilly?"

Oh well, the girl was in a bit of a rush. Veronica settles instead for heading to the bar for a nice mug of candy cane-flavoured hot chocolate. It's Chrismalicious!

Current Mood: cheerful

cywyllog

Cywyllog. Still downstairs.

She ate this morning, which is a minor miracle in and of itself, but since she doesn't do it very often, she's not feeling so great at the moment. To keep her mind off that, she's wandering the bar slowly, like she used to when she first arrived.

Interruptions are welcome.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine doesn't normally walk outside in the wintertime. Winter has never been a kind season to her, and she doesn't like the cold and dark.

But the snow is so pretty, and it sparkles in the moonlight. And she can go inside to warm up, anyway. She just needed a breath of air.

She's remembering and that needs air and the out-of-doors, lest she become mired in memory and not stir from bed. She's remembering Christmas as it was in her time, the pageants, the jousts (at which she covered her eyes and prayed for no injuries requiring her nursing), the music.

But especially her family; Papa as the host, making sure each guest had enough beer to drink his fill and more, Lavaine the jester, making all and sundry laugh with his playacting the fool, and morose Tierry, who told the old stories so well. And oh, they would dance and sing, and make merry until Elaine had to be carried upstairs when she fell asleep in her cups.

And while she was happier than she'd ever been in her whole life living with Ryan, and taking care of David, it was times like these when she missed her family and home. And she knows she's never going to hear certain songs played in a particular way again, she's never going to see a joust again(as much as she hated the bloodshed, sometimes she missed the pageantry), and she'll probably never be able to go to church again.

At times like this, it's hard to stop missing them.

But the moonlight on the snow is beautiful, and Elaine is a great lover of beauty. And so she stays, and thinks. And remembers.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR drives in to the bar from the lake, shoving the door open with a thump. His scanner flickers back and forth rapidly as he makes his way towards the Bar herself, parking nearby to keep an eye on who's coming and going. The observant might note that he's humming 'Happy Birthday'.

un_fallen

Raguel walks straight through the bar looking extremely disgruntled, not bothering to look around, and disappears through the lake door for a good half an hour. When he returns, he seems much happier with the state of the world in general. He also has snow in his hair. He takes a seat near the fire - but not too near - and begins the slow process of thawing out.

His eyes are closed. Still probably not a good idea to sneak up on him.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric was still in the same booth he'd been earlier in the day, still making gingerbread houses, supposedly for the waitrats. There was one completely finished, decorations and all, and a few more all built just waiting to be decorated, and the one he was in the process of decorating.

There's houses, and bowls full of candy decorations, and pouches of cement icing and colored icing, and he'd likely be more than happy for help and conversation.

gone_byebye

Ray has spent most of the day inside, except for when he took Sharpe outside to learn of the mysteries of softball and baseball. He's still inside now, with dinner- steak, kidney beans, spinach, carrots- and a sizable glass of water.

And a sheet of paper covered with diagrams and designs of what looks suspiciously like a hockey rink.

the_antiangst

Angel's in the bar, but not with laundry tonight. That's done, for now.
What he's got instead is a table to himself (one of the ones slightly closer to the fireplace), hot chocolate and paradoxes, and his notebook. The shopping part might be done, but Christmas Eve is in fifteen days and he's got to make sure he's organized before the day arrives.
So. Dead twentysomething drag queen, anyone?

flybywash

Wash is at the bar with stir fry, a fruit smoothie, and The Naming List.

Exhibit A of recent bad influence, courtesy of other patrons: the small, empty jellybaby packets strewn around his plate.

Exhibit B: the name "Free Turkey Dinner Tyrannosaurus Warren-Washburne" at the bottom of both columns.

(He's joking about that. He swears.)

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Only Claire would find a night in the cells refreshing.

Not that she wanted to stay there a moment longer and as soon as Alanna was nice enough to let her out, she raced home to get Seth, take a shower, and pick up Boone and Charlie's birthday presents before making her way back to the bar.

She leaves the gifts at the bar and receives a note in return. She's disappointed she didn't get to say goodbye or give him a hug, but she's a firm believer in thinking positive (okay, most of the time), and she hopes she'll see him again one day. Welcome home hugs are much better than goodbye ones anyway.

She pockets the note and shifts Seth to her hip as the two make their way over to the couch for some together time.

Sawyer knows. Jack knows. And now it's time to break the news to Seth that he's going to be a big brother.

Feel free to interrupt them though. They both like company.

bunny-cula.livejournal.com

Bunnicula has been . . . somewhere. Now he's in the bar. Largely just hopping around and feeling homesick.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Dinner long over, Petunia is at her usual table, knitting. The blanket is coming along nicely, the mun must say. She has tea and is being stubbornly antisocial as usual. Mun is headdesking.*

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy in the bar, curled up on a sofa near the fire.
He would appear to be asleep, but every so often his eyelids flicker, and sometimes he makes little movements that show he is dreaming.
Sooner or later these hauntings will wake him. So if you want to beat them to it, feel free. Or you could pamper the sleepy cat curled up beside him, watching the bar and appreciating his warmth.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's in a back booth.

He's contemplating family. You can probably tell, given the especially distant look in his eye. And the fact that he's ordered a scotch and hasn't sipped it yet. Not once.

spark-girl.livejournal.com

Agatha wanders down to the main bar, nose buried in her notes. She requests a few items from Bar, then begins scribbling annotations onto the already indecipherable diagrams, occasionally testing the pieces Bar provided with an odd device. Then her clank catches up and taps her on the shoulder, drawing her attention to the situation.

She makes a 'meep' face, then wraps the blanket Bar provides around herself before sprinting up the stairs.

Agatha reenters several minutes later, this time having remembered to wear clothing. She's still blushing, and avoiding eye contact.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Adorable former bandaid at a booth pouring over a cop of Rolling Stone Magazine, someone please bother her*

scapepig

There is a large pig by the fire, drawing something out in charcoal on a large sheet of paper.

latino_menace

Yes, that is Ramon. Yes, he has blue hair. Yes, he tried to dye it out but it didn't work.

No, he doesn't like it. No, he's not happy with the person that did it. And no, he doesn't want to be here - unfortunately, staying at home right now would mean braving Random's attempts at cooking. He's a reckless guy at times, but not stupid.

So. Blue-haired terrorist. In the furthest booth from anyone that he could find. People should come and laugh at him really because ~~mun thinks it's good for him~~ it's not like he doesn't laugh at YOU, even if you don't have blue hair.

mogget_cat

*A startlingly white cat slinks in from outside, delicately shaking snow and ice from its paws. Some slow-to-melt ice crystals still shine from its fur as it pads to the bar and and leaps up onto the counter top. Brrr.*

*Come help the kitty warm up on a cold night?*

Current Mood: cold

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie. Booth. Tea.

Conversation?

river_meimei

Dusters have large pockets. They're useful things. Designed to be.

One of River's currently contains a largish lump. Occasionally, it shifts so that the sharp-eyed can see tufts of tawny fake fur, and perhaps the glint of a glassy eye. It's a toy; a stuffed lion. She slips her hand into her pocket now and then, running her fingers through the spiky-soft pelt.

Another pocket on the other side gets the same treatment, but whatever's in there is smaller, and doesn't make much of a lump.

She's curled up sideways in an armchair, cheek resting on knees, watching the flames leap in the fireplace. Maybe she's keeping an eye on the room, too -- the chair has a good view of both doors and the bar -- or maybe she's just distractable.

hopeitsworthit

[ooc: After battling Demons, the boys clean up]

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Heero and Duo, in the bar, at a booth. It's almost the same drill as last time - Heero is way too concerned with code on his screen. But it's possible, from the look on Duo's face, that he's been using the laptop quite long enough.

Too bad Heero hasn't noticed.

steadfastknight

[OOM: Knightmares, Part Two. The pace picks up as Michael begins to remember bits and pieces - enough to lead him and Kitt into another attack at the dam and at Cara Caulfield's apartment. The case is finished as the Alidium is discovered in the most obvious of places.]

creator_raven

Raven settles in a booth with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk.

He also has a book. It is not very thick, but he looks absorbed.

He also has paperclips. Six of them. And a length of violet ribbon.

It is not likely that he'd mind company.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles sighs as she floats in midair above the crowd of Millaways, drinking at the mug of hot chocolate that's in her hands.

Come by and poke her out of her thoughts.