milliways_bar | Dec. 14th, 2005

Dec. 14th, 2005

Perched on the edge of a chair at a table by the fireplace, Faye diligently files her nails.

It's not so much that she feels some need to look nice for anybody's benefit. It's just another one of those habits.

She hasn't been too thrilled since she finally noticed the board keeping track of her tab. At least she's used to debt.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

[[ OOM: A new student ]]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi Master in the bar, having tea, as usual. That and water seem to be the only things he does drink, after all.

He is writing something, with pencil on paper... no fancy datapads.

Curious?

shelley_winters

[OOM: What is fate?]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

With a flourish and a sigh, Tim finishes the last ring, the orantely etched 'I Wish' gleaming in the light. So, for a moment, he relaxes, and takes a sip of tea.

And, because when he relaxes, he likes to be useful, he put up the sign. You know the one. "WELCOME TO MILLIWAYS. DO YOU HAVE QUESTIONS? I HAVE ANSWERS. SOME OF THEM ANYWAYS. COME AND CHAT."

shelley_winters

Shelley wanders down into the bar, quietly cheerful. She kicks absently at her long skirts to keep them out of the way of her feet, humming lightly under her breath.

Twenty-four today.

A little confusing, since she has already- celebrated this one once, but the girl doesn't count that. It doesn't count. She's not quite sure why she's wearing what she is - but the long skirt and the formal sleeves of the top aren't quite the same as she wore before, so she wears her chosen outfit with almost an air of defiance.

(I would not forget your birthday, my lady.)

(I did. Forgot it was yours as well as mine.)

(Enough.)

It's the smell of the sea that makes her pause by the Door. It's half-open, and as she pulls it wider the sound of waves and the lonely cry of a seabird make her blink. At the foot of the door, delicate dry grass flickers in the wind. Shelley steps out, curious, careful to keep her foot holding the door open. A little way away, the cliff overlooks a soft blue sea under an early-morning sky.

And as she faces away, with no ceremony at all, the frame of the Door leading back to Milliways fades quietly away behind her.

(Ta'veren)

Shelley Winters turns back around, and around again, stumbling in her shock. Shock that does not last for long, as the lonely cliffside, unused to weight of any kind, starts to shift beneath her feet.

The rumble of rock and her scream, abruptly cut off, go unheard on the lonely shore.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

All these crazy ass early morning training sessions with Liam are throwing Goldy's sleep patterns way off. Up before dawn yesterday, and the same tomorrow, as well as twice last week. Today she found herself awake at the same damn time, and try as she might, there was no return to her pleasant dreams.

It's one thing to sacrifice beauty sleep for personal enrichment, quite another to have it stolen away by your body's somewhat surprising (and annoying) adaptability to new routines. She almost wishes she could blame all this on Liam, but she's not irrational enough for that... at least, not today. Besides, she quite likes him and what he's got to teach her.

So, all this being said, there's an alert and slightly testy blonde eating some oatmeal at the bar.

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

From here:

Sparhawk descends from his room to the bar main area, glances around it, and heads out towards the stables to feed and groom his horse. Wrapped in his cloak and with sword strapped on his hip as always, Sparhawk moves with a graceful gait.

He would in no ways be adverse to company on this morning.

river_meimei

River lies on a rafter, stretched out on her stomach, toes carefully pointed. Her cheek is turned to the rough wood, and her palms stroke lightly over it. Bare feet today, and tight black shorts, and a long-sleeved shirt of shifting red-purple patterns under a lacy black sweater made lacier by holes; she's a slim silhouette against the dark beams of the ceiling. Easy to miss.

Sometimes her gaze flickers across the bar, sliding over empty space and tables full of patrons. More often, her eyes are closed, and her small face smoothed into listening concentration.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Sitting in a booth Amanda is nursing her massive hangover. Given how she has been over the last few days it's hard to tell that it's a hangover. Her head is currently residing between her arms as she hides her face from the lights. There is a strange looking drink sitting next to her arm.

If you don't like her this would be a good time to make her day even more miserable and if you do like her then she wouldn't mind your company. If you don't know her she certainaly wouldn't bite your head off.

inquisitivehero

Hank is at the Bar, reading a newspaper and watching people, while drinking his high octane coffee. Bother at will.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

Liam is sitting at his table with a dagger and a block of wood, whittling. If you look at it right, the wood is starting to look a bit like a pistol.

Feel free to come chat. You just might want to take care to avoid the wood shavings; they might make you itchy.

lt-naraht.livejournal.com

There is a rather unobtrusive door leading off of the main room of the resturant. Inside, a Horta is hard at work on his old Dendromys. He is making various adjustments, tuning all the gyroscopes and making sure the joints are well lubricated.

There are parts for a new control console laid out on the workbench, but he can't get started on those until his client arrives.

The door is ajar and I'm sure that some of the sounds of Naraht's work can be heard outside. Anyone curious?

aj_crawley

[OOM: Elections are tomorrow, and it's oppressively quiet.]

lvpd_sidle

Gil and Sara are not arguing.

They are discussing. Politely. Heatedly. And enjoying every minute of it.

[ooc: Tag either or both.]

kindred_spirit

[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday, Anne decides that the awkwardness with Gil has gone on quite long enough, thank you, and goes to talk to him in White Sands. There's honesty! There are canon references! There's flirting! Rated F for FINALLY.

Later, a giddy Anne returns to Milliways, and she and Amy and Caspian go look for a Christmas tree.]

copper-fray.livejournal.com

Erin is not really a person capable of sitting and staring at four walls all day.

Well, not four walls with only herself for company, at least. So, in the efforts of getting better settled in this place, she's downstairs, eating a sandwich, and very consciously not looking at the door.

And she has her back to the wall.

Harth's here, after all, and little brothers can be a pain in the neck.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Anne comes down the stairs, with a pile of cards in her hand, and gives them to Bar, beaming.

"Merry Christmas, dear," she says, fondly, before ordering some tea and disappearing back upstairs again.

( A Cordial Invitation )

They are addressed, in Anne's neat handwriting to

( all their friends )

Likely they'd be happy to see anyone their friends bring along with them. It's Christmas, after all.

[OOC: The party thread can be found here at Amy's journal, and is already open. It will be Millitimed to "sometime around Christmas", but due to Georgia's and my schedules, not to mention everyone else's, it is going to be open from now until, well, whenever, so as to allow everyone to tag in and thread with whomever they like. For example, Lilly is not here at the moment, but the party will still be open when she gets back (we think) and she can tag in then. Slowtime is love, friends. So do send your pups along, whenever you like, and if we've forgotten anyone in the invites, send 'em anyway! You can ping me at LornaDooneII on AIM with questions.]

gone_byebye

For two days now Ray's tried to take his remote and his 'sabre and go practice, and for two days now he's been blocked on the way out. This is starting to chafe quite a bit, which may be why today he waited until an hour when he was reasonably sure Peter wasn't going to grab him by the ear and interrogate him about his medical habits. Then he bolted.

He's found a nice relatively flat spot outside with a minimum of foot-tangling potential, which is good. Last night his inability to get outside during daylight resulted in tinkering with the drone for a bit. He's figured out not only the intensity controls ("not bad", "oo that's not nice", "really nasty", and "OMGWTF"), but the overall pattern controls as well. Today's pattern? "Somebody Owes Money To The Mob". (Translation: someone needs to work on guarding his legs and lower body.)

This should be entertaining to watch. He's never tried this with thermal underwear under his practice clothing before.

Come to think of it he's never tried this with these practice clothes before. It's always been his civvies or his uniform. So, yeah, the Ghostbuster's got some new and exciting 'something is pinching and AGH MY KNEES' challenges ahead of him today.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

There is a gothboy in the bar, just come in from outside, top hat, red velvet coat and dyed-black hair all speckled with snowflakes.

Clive grinned as he snapped his camera back into its box and swept the hat from his head before sprawling into a booth, he was still a bit leery of ordering from rats, but he was getting used to it, late lunch sounded like a good idea.

Someone should interrupt him before his food arrives.

(~~the usual, steady time for about a half hour, then~~ patchy until I get home, tag away if you don't mind slowtime ^^^)

venusadept_2

Felix seems to have discovered that the bar can provide books. He's got one of poetry right now, and is reading The Cremation of Sam McGee. He's got bookmarks, though.

silverageflash.livejournal.com

Barry, while passing through the Bar, leaves a note...

( Amanda )

not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com

Gray Jay's house is complete, now, and he's satisfied with it. He's inside, sitting at the table of a room that's technically on a mountainside somewhere in America.

Just a matter of opening the door the right way.

Visitors are welcome.

jack_inthegreen

There's a Christmas tree in need of decorating, and a wee vampire and a greenish god discussing options.

Want to help?

[ooc: decorating thread yay. Anyone welcome.]

supersymmetry

[The following post is Millitimed to sometime last week, before the save-Angel plot happened, so if your pup wasn't around then, pay no heed. Wesley is notably not back yet.]

After this.

A girl appears out of nowhere in the middle of the bar. She stumbles on nothing and falls to the floor, looking around, as wild-eyed and confused as she'd been the day they'd pulled her out of Pylea several years ago. Some may recognize said girl as Winnifred Burkle, Fred, to her friends.

If you know her, you'll know that she sometimes just gets like this - life has a way of piling doom onto her. But if you're trained to know such things, you might notice that the way she holds her arms carefully crossed over her chest, and curls slightly in upon herself as she sits crouched in the middle of the bar floor is indicative of some sort of injury. Or perhaps not.

She looks terrified, bewildered, and hurt, and doesn't appear to show any signs of wanting to get off the floor just yet.

Maybe you can convince her that it's not really the best place to be?

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes into the bar, carrying a small bag of Christmas decorations. He gets a cup of hot chocolate from the bar and settles near the fire, watching the flickering flames and feeling the warm glow on his cold hands.

[ooc: ~~Mun going out for dad's birthday dinner. Back around 10pmish GMT (5pmish EST). This includes Abs and Snowball~~Mun back]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Tandah, Egypt 1938 - Indy and Lilly head into the tunnels below the Shrine of Wadjet to try and recover the Crystal. Will they overcome the challenges awaiting them and successfully complete the quest? Will there be lots of movie rip-offs? Will there be a crapload of cute banter? Only the latter can be guaranteed...]

hands-unclean.livejournal.com

Lady Macbeth is plotting your doom.

Or perhaps her mun just uploaded a bunch of new icons and likes those keywords.

Anyway, you'll never know until you ask. She's sitting at a table, alternating between people-watching and writing in a blank, unlined book.

abs-denham.livejournal.com

Abs comes down the stairs and gets breakfast from the Bar, all the time glancing around the room. He knows security would still like to have a little chat with him, and is prepared to run like hell if Barry should show up.
Abs clearly hasn't done his research.

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Jedi master at the Bar, drinking tea, and going over something he wrote...

Have at.

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

There's a Cleric in the bar.

He's kind of amazed by the tree in the corner, he sits to stare at the tree in awe.

come ask him what on his mind, and ask him what the box in his hands might be. It looks something like a DVD.

Slowtimed cause...Muppet Christmas Carol. And me picking up my room. ^^

fantasy-bazaar.livejournal.com

Tim steps through the doorway, expecting to enter his favorite pub. Lo, something is off... He peers around, slightly confused. He knew he should have waited for Daisy, or Mike; or even Brian.

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: Surprises.]

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary Lennox trudges into the bar through the back door, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

She's been out in the greenhouse, tending her plants; she'd rather forgotten about the snow-covered landscape between the greenhouse and the bar, though, and as a result is currently more than a little cold, and somewhat sulky about it.

no-prisoner.livejournal.com

It's cold out there.

Maybe that explains why Eddie is fiddling around behind the Bar for a couple hours before his shift.

When things are in a state of readiness, there's a steaming stainless steel punchbowl on the bar, full of a fragrant (and very hot) punch; there's also a lot of coffee-, tea-, and cocoa-pots around the place. And some specials.

Specials

Bisp
Apocalypse
Gunfire
Imperial Moka

& other hot drinks half-off.

It's cold out there, but it's hot back here, and Eddie's looking slightly overwarm and dishevelled, in a t-shirt with a sweater knotted around his waist. "Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour, people. What can I do for you?"

white_flowers

Blodwen Rowlands is sitting at a table with a clear view of the windows and the front door. She doesn't seem to mind the cold at all, to judge by her warmly contented smile.

The knife-sharp silver knitting needles in her hands click and flash merrily in point and counterpoint as she works. This evening's project is as white as the snow outside, and shot through with a gleam of silver thread. The shape is indeterminate at present, and it's hard to tell just what it might be.

Her eyes are bright and clear as she watches the room.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Tandah, Egypt 1938 - In the shrine, and now alone, Indy reflects and starts trying to come to terms with things. There's more than one sting in this tail...]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Ex-Peacekeeper inna bar. Knitting. It appears to be a pink woolly hat, with pom poms. She'll never tell that it's for Sawyer's christmas.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: The Hollywood Plot - In the Office.

Tony is visited by a few familiar(?) faces: Barry Allen, spineless!Chappelle, and some guy named Ashley Sexton. ]

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

Susannah Dean is in the bar, watching her husband at work, when she isn't reading. The book is a compilation of the speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King, jr., and she seems to be making annotations with a pen.

She has hot chocolate, and is very comfortable.

operathon.livejournal.com

Erik slept well the night before but something plagued him, he looked pale (paler that usual mind you) and a wee bit drawn. He had a cup of hot coco in between his leather gloved hands, a stack of parchment to his right with scribblings of miscellaneous Opera's on it and a small book that resembled something like the Bible but if one looked close enough it infact had the words 'Opera Garnier' in gold leafing across it.

The Phantom will speak to you now.

[[ OOC: Am babysitting, responses will be slowish. ]]

in-it.livejournal.com

And lo, there was a Woobie. A mite tired, and with wind-ruffled hair, but a Woobie all the same.

Andrew didn't often wish for LA, but he did miss the weather. The New York winter, while familiar and evocative of his childhood, was not particularly agreeing with him. He didn't want to think of himself as having gotten soft out in the California sun, but it was likely the truth.

He took a seat at the bar and ordered a mug of hot chocolate, alternately sipping the steaming drink and unwinding the long blue scarf from around his neck.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOC: Mark gets the mail]

The door opens, and faint guitar music can be heard behind it. Through the door, comes a man with a bike over his shoulder. "I'll be back in a few hours, Roger..." Oh. This wasn't necissarily the bar he was looking for, but he'll take it. Leaning his bike against the wall by the door, he walks over to a table, ordering dinner and a coffee from Benny-the-rat, pulling a course catalogue out of his messenger bag, along with his camera, a notebook, and a pen. Looks like Mark's looking into something.

blue_ajah

There is a quick flash of light, and Moiraine steps into the bar with near-unseemly speed, then seals the portal behind her.

The lingering floral scent that drifts through the portal is almost nauseating in its strength. The Aes Sedai appears outwardly composed, but her lips shape several silent curses before she turns and glides wearily toward her usual table.

It will be some time before she dares return, as Vandene cannot have missed that working-- and will be motivated to investigate.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random is in a booth.

Do you dare approach to see what he's doing? Dare to disturb his literary ventures? You, infidels, approach the great RANDOM and his NEWSPAPER OF DOOM?????

Or more topical: do you dare approach the mun who's internet connection is a bit of a 'woman of dubious virtue' coupled with a 'female dog.'

Well, if you feel like taking your life into your hands (duh duh DUH!!!!) and stopping by, he'll probably offer you a piece of biscotti.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara Jade Skywalker is in the bar (not in her pyjamas this time) and she's standing under some mistletoe, peering at it warily, her glass of Whyren's forgotten in her hand.

Anyone brave enough to demonstrate what that means?

gris_bug_man

Grissom.

Bug mug.

Crossword.

Bother.

speaknoweevil.livejournal.com

Looks like the Road Hog's changed its decor.

And its clientele.

And its size?

Did Logan Echolls decide to convert the Road Hog into a country club for the delusion and bizarrely-dressed?

Weevil's not gawking openly, but his eyes flicker around the room as he starts toward the bar, wary and more than a little dumbfounded.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has been thinking about his long talk with Jack, but he's no closer to any kind of answer than he was before Jack came along.

It's much simpler to take refuge in music, so he's working on a song--on his guitar, this time.

girl-of-gray.livejournal.com

There's a Chiana in the bar.

In a chair by the fire, enjoying the heat and snacking on something light green and yummy.

awesome_lilly

[OOM: The Crystal of Osiris]

Lilly reappears in the bar, directly in front of the front door. She looks... well. Interestingly disheveled, maybe. The beat-up leather jacket she's wearing is too large and covered in rock dust. There's dried blood staining the left side of her shirt, and some bruises apparent on her legs.

She's also grinning, even as she limps further into the bar in search of a little help.

Sure, there's a bullet graze above her hip and her collarbone may be broken and you could probably find the lost continent of Atlantis if you studied all of her bruises, but damn if she didn't just kick some Nazi ass, do a little world-saving, and manage to come out of it with her hair still looking pretty good.

Not a bad trip.

annwn-lord.livejournal.com

He's been meaning to come here for quite some time.

It took quite some time to make the arrangements, but Arawn, sometime Lord of the Otherworld, did need to make sure that his world would remain peaceful and quiet whilst he was away.

Even semi-immortals need a holiday sometime, though, and Arawn strolls into the bar with his white, red-eared dog. The dog is well-behaved, and much friendlier than he was in times past.

"Come, Weylyn," he admonishes, and the dog stays at his master's heels.

He looks around, grinning. "This...is my kind of place."

how-pathetic.livejournal.com

Sesshomaru, had just closed his eyes for a quick second as he finds himself going into the bar, as he walks in and goes over to a booth to relax himself.

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

Kagome sighs as she steps through the door, and suddenly finds herself inside the bar. She blinks. This was not her bedroom. Oh well, just as good, she thinks, and she walks over and takes a seat at the bar.

Kagome in the bar. Feel free to poke.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Because the mun is so thrilled not to have to deal with Russian or the History of American Pop Music ever again, there is a Tahiri in a booth.

With a deck of sabacc cards.

Building a tower.

... her balancing skills leave much to be desired, but somehow it is still standing. ~~Probably because she's cheating with the Force.~~

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

There is once again a black, shadowed wolf in the bar. In front of the fire to be precise. At least this time he didn't track snow and ice through the bar, right?

Doyle's curled up, muzzle on his front paws as he lays and enjoys the heat of the fire. He also finds this perspective an interesting one to watch people from.

Come pet or talk to the wolf. He's sure to enjoy company.

othercaptjack

The door flies open with a bang.

A small puff of smoke precedes a smugly smiling Captain Jack Harkness, who raises his eyebrows cheerfully at the sight of the bar, then carries on sauntering in.

Job well done.

Now for a drink. Or several, maybe.

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Someone rather enjoys Christmas. Or parts of it, at least.

Why Laini is sitting at a table, working on some gadgetry, dressed in candy-cane striped tights, a little green dress, and a red santa hat. Her fox tail is not wagging, thank you- merely swaying in time to the song she is quietly singing, to the tune of 'Deck the Halls'.

( It is not. )

Current Mood: acting in an uncouth manner

gone_byebye

Ray finally got to practice properly today. Now? Now it's time for dinner, and a seat near the Observation Window, and some quiet reflection.

And for propping up his leg on a chair under the table, because he was stretching the scar today and it still aches some.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's working on her Christmas list. Random and Ramon are getting treated as one unit and theirs is pretty much figured out. Raven's set. Preston--she's not even sure he knows what Christmas is. Roger's name has been vehemently scratched out...and in it's place is Julian's name with a question mark.

None of this is actually on paper, though. What she has written down are diagrams of flanking maneuvers and a passable sketch of her M16. Buy her a drink and she may even take requests.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio. Bar.

[ooc: not exactly plot-locked, but if you tag in you are accepting extreme slowtime.]

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina's sitting on a couch by the fire. She's wearing a knee length forest green skirt and a black silk blouse, and knee length leather boots. She's holding a glass of merlot in a fine steamed glass and watching the fire.

It might be safe to poke her, as she wouldn't want to ruin her cloths too badly. Silk and all.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy by the fire, eating a sandwich and reading the paper.
He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

Have at.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Get two, two, two pups and muns in one!

Or to put it bluntly, Jack and Angela are in the bar, sitting at a table and talking. But don't let that dissuade you, tag both, tag one or the other. Get drawn in by the cute.

blue_eyed_lord

A man wearing all black is at the Bar tonight, sipping at a glass of red wine. His eyes are bright blue, his gaze cool, his hair a curious reddish color, his bearing at ease.

Do come meet him. Most likely, he would be very happy to meet you.

agirllost

[ooc: OOM: A question and an answer]

A petite blonde haired woman and a tall dark haired man step into the bar. They look confused and relieved.

"This isn't just an April Fool's joke, is it?" Chase asks, already slipping off his fingerless glove. He shoves it into his coat pocket and sits down at the Bar.

"No," Kim smiles after a moment of hesitation. "It's real," she touches the bar and a milkshake appears. She looks almost the same, except her hair is longer and there's a ring on her finger.

They share a brief kiss and she touches his face. "Do you think they're still here?"

She glances around, if she doesn't see certain people in the bar, she'll have to go looking.

Current Mood: surprised

capt_angie

There is one (count em, 1) witch sitting at the bar. She looks tired, but happy despite the tired. It may have something to do with being back in the bar for the first time in about a week.

She's on the look out for some people (or one person) but you can still come and chat to her. They say misery loves company, but cheeryness demands it!

cywyllog

It may be getting late, but Cywyllog is too comfortable to go upstairs. She's curled up on a couch as usual, head resting on folded arms, but nowhere near asleep.

Mistletoe is optional, as no one bothered to explain it to her yesterday so she has no reason to avoid it. Company is welcome.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar for all your turn-of-the-nineteenth-century-British-sailor needs. Being oh-so British, he's got a pot of tea. Being Archie, he'll be more than happy to share in exchange for a little conversation.

steak-man.livejournal.com

As far as Cypher's concerned, that Christmas tree may as well have materialized out of thin air. The general "festive" atmosphere of the bar confuses him more than Thanksgiving did. He can't remember the last time Christmas felt "real," and he's not sure if that's gonna change overnight.

He's at the counter, as per usual, picking at a rather excessively large portion of chicken cacciatori and drinking wine at a rather less thoughtful rate, but mostly he's staring at the cover of a DVD.

Especially that handsome fella on the far left.