milliways_bar | Dec. 16th, 2005

Dec. 16th, 2005

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

[After Arithon's wedding, Random and Ramon head home.

This OOM... Rated PG, and I have nothing remotely coherent to say about other than it blindsided the muns a good deal more than it did the pups. But we're not complaining.]

red-mare.livejournal.com

Jah-lila found her way home through the woods some nights ago, after meeting Hanild. Imagine, therefore, her surprise when cantering over the Council Rise back home brought her to the familiar territories behind the Bar.

Oh, well, these things happen.

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

Will Stanton steps through the front door, glancing about amiably.

There are tiny beads of water on his sweater, snowflakes melted in the heat of his house.

perfectblue.livejournal.com

For the purposes of a conversation happening, Illyria is out by the lake.

It is assumed that this happens, for her, post-Silent Milliways plot, for those attempting to follow along.

Because she is out by the lake in the middle of the night, it's rather unlikely that she's expecting anyone.

So she's just sitting. Like she does sometimes.

[ooc: this is not the entry post you are looking for. she's here for one specific extremely-slowtimed thread only, as both muns are going to bed soon and will be on only sporadically at the same time in the next few days. carry on!]

speaknoweevil.livejournal.com

This time it's the door to his bedroom.

Weevil is pained.

Either someone up there likes him, or someone up there wants to get him drunk and steal his money.

And he can't even order alcohol.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

After her talk with Bran, Anne had to, had to get out of the bar. Her room seemed too claustrophobic, the stables too unfamiliar.

And so she is out by the lake, with her coat wrapped tight about her, staring out miserably across the ice.

Doing what she knew to be right has never been so hard.

[OOC: Not plot-locked, persay, but my girl is not in the sort of mood to meet new people. Old friends, however, are very welcome.]

fiendsoncue.livejournal.com

[Not-really-OOM: Several patrons all recieve roses. Millitimed to whenever is convenient for the pups to have picked them up.

I... will likely not be doing a post like this again soon, because this one took so long. However! Salzella is available on request. A back room post may be forthcoming. La!]

learningtosee.livejournal.com

There is a Stella in the bar, waiting for Cypher, who has apperently not shown up. She's a bit hurt, but she's begining to think he got a bit too drunk and tripped down the stairs. Possibly he is laying there with a broken neck. Perhaps a search party should be sent.

Or perhaps she can use the time to meet new people. Or talk to people she's already met. Please come tag! She'll be so glad for the company.

(edited to add: Whoops later than the mun thought. Slowtime!)

book_bound

[OOM: There is a change. One of three makes her move, and things stabilize for the moment. The script of the book changes. For now.]

just-elaine.livejournal.com

[OOM: Previously, Elaine does what she has to. And then things go boomy.]

She doesn't cry, exactly, so much as take in a sharp breath when she finds herself--wherever this is.

(pub)

This wasn't--she'd meant to--all she'd wanted was to keep things from falling apart, and now she doesn't know where she is.

She's a little bit stressed, eyes blinking as she looks about, unseeing.

(you could see a minute ago)

Forgive her if she's short.

She's been dealing with Lucifer for a very long time and it's the end of her world.

It's made her worried.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Pre-Milliways

There was a rather familiar looking wizard stumbling through the door, which then closed quietly behind him, and vanished.
But this one seemed much more tired, paler, and gaunt than in the past.
And it was obvious by his wide-eyed, startled gaze that he'd never seen Milliways before.

"Professor Snape?" he weakly called, obviously out of breath, and looking absolutely terrified.
His wand was out, and he spun around, looking to strike in a second.
His chest was heaving still from exertion. It didn't feel like a portkey, and he knew he hadn't apparated here either.
So what had happened, and where was he?

(ooc: New Draco mun, and this one's from HBP canon so if you knew the previous, sorry this one won't. Also, for this entrance, it's plotlocked to HP pups, and Security as likely required, saysorry. He's just too breaky for new people now. Happy to slowtime as necessary for muns' schedules.)

http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/

Ron and Harry had just been released on Bernard's orders by a random security person.

Joy.

There was a wizard hero and his newly scarred, rather haggard sidekick in the bar. Catch them before they spot their schoolyard archnemesis and put themselves back in jail.

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Sweet innocent, vaguely sniffly witch in the Bar. With tissues, curled in a fireside chair. Thea is feeling homesick, but she likely won't brood if there's a fun diversion. Come introduce yourself.

capt_angie

In the small hours of the morning, when the bar is relatively empty, the kitchen door is pushed open and a small white rat peeks it's nose out to take a look around the bar. It sniffs once, and then beckons to it's friends with hurried gestures. In two's, a small number of rats creep out of the kitchen. A glass jar is being carried between four of them, and a fair amount more are carrying a sign.

The rats go to the bar and set the jar and sign up at one end. Theres a little bit of adjustment to get them just so, and then the rats scatter, giggling to themselves and patting each ther on the back for a job well done.

( The sign looks something like this... )

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

Arithon is in the bar. He's already dressed for the wedding, which is this evening, because...well, because As-yah and Fal'huell are, and his player is taking pity on him and really doesn't want to get his ass killed for the fact that they're dressed up early.

His outfit includes tights.

inquisitivehero

Hank bounces in from Xavier's through the Door and smiles as he sees Milliways again. He heads directly for the Bar and settles on a stool as he ponders what to have for breakfast. A quick decision later and he is eating a large platter with several items on it and sipping from a large mug of strong coffee.

He watches the Bar as he eats, smiling.

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

The suite is 123.

Lilly has done a beautiful job. Gold and green sun-catchers spin the last lights of the sun into a riot of color for the guests who arrive early, giving the room that Cathedral look. The bride (and assorted vampires) will arrive after the lights are gone.

The groom is persuading his caith'd'ein that, really, he's not going to trip over the sword. Promise. Its...better than freaking out at the last moment, it really is.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: Dinner, not so much Bohemian-style. Almost 200 comments of dinner, dancing, and, er, afterwards. Rated PG-13 for implied and whitetexted (extremely non-explicit) sex. We couldn't help this one, people, say sorry. Whitetext is from various songs of Rent and Wicked. Please ignore the date on the post. Happened last night.]

prince-arithon.livejournal.com

The wedding is done! Nobody died!

Not even the groom, for the whole dirt-in-the-hair thing. So.

Party on.

last_adam

*Adam. Coffee. And a pile of books. He looks tired, yet satisfied, as he flips the pages of one of them.*

always-thirsty.livejournal.com

Thomas.

With Mouse. And by that, one means a large grey asian temple dog.

Looking a little worn out and perhaps even...scruffy?

gone_byebye

Ray pushes his way in through the front door, looking a little wearier than usual and more than a little slimier. But he's smiling, so that's something. Even if he does stop for coffee and oatmeal (no bagels- there is no point in getting them anywhere but New York) before dealing with the goop on his hair and clothes.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[it's the afternoon, so Delia is outside.]

[watching the horses]

[well, at least she's not drinking]

cywyllog

Cywyllog is wandering around the bar, a pretty blue shawl pulled tight around her shoulders. She's not really paying much attention to anything, including where she's going or where she's been. If she bumps into you, she's sorry.

lvpd_sidle

"Hark how the bells
sweet silver bells
all seem to say
throw cares away..."

Sara hasn't noticed she is singing out loud, albeit quietly.

Latte, crossword puzzle, stolen bug mug. She is content.

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

And curled up in a booth is Morgan. With tea, as she is British, but also a book on magic.

It'd probably be in the restricted section at Hogwarts.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[After this.]

Mark stalks into the bar, a bike on his shoulder. Damn. This was certainly not the nice broody loft he's looking for. Grabbing a drink from Benny-the-rat, he goes to an out-of-the-way booth and pulls out a notebook. At the very least he can write some shit down. Drink, camera-on-table, notebook, looking more like his roommate than his usual self.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is, as usual, curled up at a table with a stack of books. She looks a bit tired today - it had been a late night, and a long week beforehand. Still she's determinedly flipping through pages.

There is a small kitten on the table, wandering through the book maze. She hasn't caused any disasters yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Come bother the X5. Or pet the kitty.

(OOC: ~~Mun is vanishing briefly for about an hour.~~ Back)

b-hawkins.livejournal.com

[OOC: Millitimed to something like 4 days ago, a little after Silent Milliways began]

Ben awoke with a sudden start, laying on the floor underneath the table of a booth. He rubbed his face, checking for damage from the flames. Feeling nothing, and seeing no injury to either his flesh or his clothes, he sat up and scrambled onto the booth's seat. He reached into his pocket, to find the gun or the papers he'd gathered. None. Nothing. He got up and wandered off to his room upstairs.

maydaybrat.livejournal.com

And the number of dead, snarky princes in the bar has gone up by one.

Mordred's at his normal table by the front door, carving something.

He might even tell you what it is.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes into the bar from upstairs, stifling a yawn.

"Tea and porridge please Bar. With brown sugar." he adds. When they appear there is also two slices of toast and a pair of boiled eggs. Bar apparently agrees that he needs to eat more. He thanks her and takes the food to a booth. He puts his sign up and continues to eat breakfast.

The doctor is in

[ooc: From 4.40-10.30 GMT (11.40-5.30 EST) mun will be at work. With no computer. I.e. will need to slowtime but can pick up threads again when back.]

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Adric had taken over a booth to make gingerbread houses once more. He'd finally gotten an explanation from the rats that it was tradition, and that they didn't want them to live in, though it had taken a lot of pictures to explain this, as he still didn't speak rat.

So, dead former companion over there in that booth putting together more gingerbread houses, apparently not noticing the smudge of icing across his cheek.
There're parts for more of them in a stack, as well as bowls of decoration, if anyone wants to join in the fun.

(the usual, few minutes left on lunch, patchy tags after that, and after work I'm braving the mall on a Friday night, a week before christmas, if I don't get trampled I'll probably be back when I get home. For now though, tag away)

mother_lost

*Guinevere is watching the Universe end.

She hasn't been seen much, though she has been about -- Guinevere is a queen who, for all her beauty, can stay relatively unnoticed when she must.

No harp today. She is simply tucked into a corner, nebulas and explosions reflected in her blue eyes, hands folded in her sober gray skirts. A simple cross hangs around her neck -- it is Advent, after all.*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael's in the bar again, just sitting with coffee.

nita_callahan

Nita has caught Christmas spirit. Oh dear.

She's in a booth surrounded by strips of red and green paper, and she's cheerfully gluing them into paper chains.

Well, usually gluing. When the glue won't hold, she pinches the paper together and takes a minute to convince the fibers to bond together. Wizardry has its perks.

[OOC: Mun's here for 'bout two hours, at which point slowtime would be love. ^.^]

north-witch.livejournal.com

A short time ago, the front door once again opened onto a cave near Lake Enara, admitting a still curious witch and goose daemon.

So far, this latest visit has been given mostly to observation and exploration. Currently, having found the door that leads outside, Serafina is walking by the edge of the lake while Kaisa glides overhead.

As with her entrances from her nothern home, she seems untroubled by the cold.

[OOC: Mun will be back and forth doing things, and gone after about 8 PM EST, but EXAMS ARE DONE and there shall be Milliwaysing, damnit. *firm*]

rrb-boomer.livejournal.com

Boomer sits at the bar, sipping a soda, his mind wandering.

Boomer's bored. Very, very bored.

Feel free to drop in and say hello. He could use the company.

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

Sparhawk, knight of the Pandion order of the Elenian Church, is drinking.

He is more accurately, watching the stars explode with a very disconcerted expression and drinking. He has seen a lot in his years as a knight, and battled menaces both fair and foul, but this is... more than his mind takes normally. And so, even a man of faith needs a little reinforcement now and then. So he sits, and watches, and drinks.

(ooc: ~~Mun will be here till 5pm pst, then slowtimed for a few hours, then back for the evening. Tags will be responded to when I am~~ here!)

not_that_spike

Better late than never.

Seeing as how it's fucking freezing outside, Spike thinks maybe just a run or two or six around the lake is in order, and maybe then he and Elaine can talk philosophy or watch a movie or whatever. There aren't really any good places to work out inside; the rooms are too cramped and the greenhouse is way too fragile and the bar... well, that's kind of out of the question. So he drinks a tall glass of water while he waits for Elaine.

jed-leland.livejournal.com

Jed Leland had found himself a table at which to sit. His perpetual cigar dangled from two fingers as he read a newspaper with a hint of cynicism.

It was his own newspaper, of course. Or should he say it was Charlie's newspaper.

nerdanel_the_wise

Nerdanel is seated in a booth, her face pale, her eyes troubled, but her lips still smile. No matter her troubles, the Elven woman didn't like to frown.

Her grey gaze darts around the room, seeking a face she knows -- or even just a friendly face.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

So, a heavily pregnant Goddess walks in through the front door, a copy of this month's Cosmo in one hand, a bright green apple in the other.

The Belly is exposed, and the small imprint of a foot happens every now and then.

A chocolate cherry sundae and a hot chocolate are procured from the bar, and she makes herself comfortable on the couch to read her magazine.

Come bother! She doesn't need to know 40 ways to prolong her orgasm.

armoralchemy.livejournal.com

Al walks through the front door and goes up to the bar for a set of fresh slides. Amy and Anne's invitation pops up next to his order, and Al's level of cheer increases a bit as he picks it up and reads it. Yay, party!

He walks cheerfully over to his table and begins doodling on a slide, thoughtfully but not purposefully.

capt_angie

The sign up jar for Secret Santa is still at one end of the bar for those who still haven't added their names.

capt_angie

Angie pushes the door open and steps into the bar. She's covered in snow and carrying several large wrapped packages.

She struggles with her packages as she heads towards the fireplace, leaving a trail of melting snow in her wake.

She drops the packages on one sofa and flops down onto another. Christmas shopping is a tiring thing after all.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

Lobo. Bar. Ale.

Weird Mood.

At your own risk.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Four 24-pups inna bar, all at the same time. Because mun really is that indecisive.

--Castle's sitting cross-legged on a couch reading "The Swimming-Pool Library," with headphones in. If you're familiar with the book, feel free to come snicker at him for reading softcore porn in a public place.

--Chase is at the bar with hot chocolate, staring not-unhappily off into space. He's not been around for a while and he's extremely happy to be back. (And he's engaged. This may also account for the wide smile.)

--Adam is at a table near Castle's couch with a laptop, playing a computer game that seems primarily to involve blowing things up. He is providing his own sound effects.

--Saunders is lurking in a corner booth, looking supremely bored and probably plotting evil terrorist things. But you'd never know it.

Feel free to tag one or a combination. They're all up for chatting, even if Stephen's in a bit of a Grinchy mood.

steak-man.livejournal.com

[Upstairs: Room 303]

Cypher makes his way down the stairs, or really "shuffles very loudly in cowboy boots" would be more accurate, because there's nothing quiet about his entrance.

He lands at the bar, propels himself onto a stool, mutters something. A shiny metallic cup of coffee appears on a shiny metallic saucer ~~and there is no spoon~~. This coffee may or may not contain a fermented substance.

The guy looks ripe for the pestering. It's always best to get a man when he's vulnerable.

[OOC: Slowtimed until whenever somebody tags me. C'mon, you know you want to.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Skirt, blouse, flats, and bladed weapons. Milliways: As long as you are not breaking rule #3, you are in fashion.

Suffice to say, Svava is in the bar, cup of hot chocolate in hand.

eight_or_eleven

Strength is sitting in the bar, a book in front of her and a glass of eggnog to her left. She seems to be in a good mood, and even the lion is looking as peaceful as a housecat.

She's not so busy with the book to oppose company though.

Current Mood: calm

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

[OOM: Harper and his cousin get reacquainted.]

theravenboy

John Rowlands has not been seen at Clwyd Farm since Wednesday afternoon. The farm workers are all out searching the hills, and David Evans has called the police.

Bran Davies has a guess where John might have gone. Harp in his arms, Bran comes to Milliways to look for John.

balletrat

*Meg's sitting at the bar, a cup of coffee at her elbow and a book in her hands.

She is earnestly attempting to get further through 'American Gods', and she's enjoying it, really she is - it's just sitting still and concentrating on words for a long period of time makes her more than a little fidgety.*

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar as per his habit. Also, he's got tea. Come bother him.

blue_eyed_lord

It is a cold night, but that is definitely not what brings the Rider in from outside.

He merely wanted a drink, and a seat at a table. He wouldn't mind conversation, either.

He always likes to meet new people.

Current Mood: thoughtful

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom is at the bar, looking thoughtful. Not in the usual way. Just quietly.*

an-abstract.livejournal.com

Serendipity is sitting at the bar, playing with a glass in her hands, looking bored. Come entertain her.

Current Mood: bored

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

Oh, look. Mark's filming again. This time, he's not even bothering to hide this fact. Putting things to film helps him sort things out. He probably could use some conversation.

~~And his mun is having serious emotional issues, so distraction is good~~

the_antiangst

This is not the gratuitous icon post you are looking for. Might be the right dead twentysomething drag queen, though.
Angel's over by the fireplace, as is habit this time of year, with tea and a bowl of clementines. Little tiny oranges make everything better!
Come and bother, and try a clementine for yourself, if you want - there're plenty. Just mind the fuzzy gender line, if you're not already aware.

agirllost

It's been a long time, but Kim's back in the bar. She's looking around for people that she hasn't seen in, well, it feels to her like years, but it's only been a few weeks.

Come say hi! She might even tell you about the ring on her finger.

prydeful

See the icon?

It applies.

Holiday party at the school, end of term. Kitty was an elf.

Yes, her ears look like an elf's.

No, you don't want to know how they pulled that off.

She's also resigned to telling Edmund tonight that she may be missing Christmas with him, as she has to leave tomorrow.

Put things off to last minute? Her? Neeever.

...

After Happy Hour!

For now, she's just drinking coffee.

And, uh.

Jingling.

guppy_sandhu

In a booth in ~~the red~~ one corner of the bar is Guppy, who is playing chess with himself.

In ~~the blue~~ another corner, i.e. not the same corner, there is Abs, who is eating dinner and generally pretending he doesn't exist.

~~In the green corner~~ near to the fire is Snowball, a large pig, warming his snout after shuffling the snow off the paths outside.

All are up for conversation.

awesome_lilly

Lilly is in the bar, having a drink and relaxing. Thanks to Aziraphael, she's feeling much less stiff and sore. Thanks to the mint juleps, she is feeling nostalgic (yes, already) about adventuring in Cairo.

Thanks to the bourbon in said mint juleps, she may also be a tad tipsy.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is sitting in a booth with a glass of wine and a severely rare steak. The steak is approximately half gone though. There is also a piece of chocolate fudge cake near her elbow, for after the steak, of course.

Come poke the well feed werewolf.

queens-darkness.livejournal.com

Doyle's back in front of the fire, in wolf form of course. It seems to him the best and nicest place to watch the bar from. So here he is.

Feel free to ask questions as to why he's not in the forest, as he's a wolf, or poke him, or talk to him.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After having a Dream (no, not the Endless, get your minds out of the gutter) Amanda is taking a walk out back. Clearing her head and enjoying the fresh night air. [OOC:This dream has nothing to do with any polt that mun is aware of. Mun needs sleep so will need to slowtime.]

Current Mood: anxious

flybywash

Somewhere in that booth over there, behind the crutches and the scattered mess of paper scraps, is a Wash.

A few of the sheets have successfully been shaped into paper lanterns. One of them sort of looks like a tree, if you tilt your head and squint a little. Quite a lot of it just looks like confetti.

If you suggest that this is just one massive cover-up to hide a list of names he's got tucked somewhere in there (no, not that list of names; another list of names), he'll be shocked at your flagrantly abusive assumptions about his character. Shocked, he says!

And then he'll stuff the list in his jumpsuit pocket and pretend it never existed.

blond-w-brain.livejournal.com

The Door opens. Somewhat differently than at least a portion of the entries, this one is heralded by streamers of light.

A man in a spacesuit flies out of the light. Apparently, he expected to hit something else, as his arrival is uncontrolled. He tumbles teakettle-over-bandbox across the floor, hitching up against the bar lying on his back. A few moments to right himself, and the helmet comes off.

It reveals curled blond hair framing a long face suited for sarcastic looks and scowls. It seems incomplete, until he fishes around in the helmet, pulls out a pair of glasses, places them on his face, and looks around.

"Hm. This does not look like either the basement, the containment unit, or what my mother thought Heaven was like."

white_flowers

[Earlier this morning.]

Some time has passed -- time enough to dress and prepare as if for a trip. Some time, not too much-- but time itself can play tricks at Milliways, to be certain.

And so it is that when John and Blodwen Rowlands come downstairs together, it is a little later than they might have expected, perhaps, and the bar is full of people. They pause at the foot of the steps, and Blodwen glances nervously around the room.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Because the mun utterly forgot to post him in earlier,
There is a French vampire in a booth somewhere. It's like hide and go seek and you're it.

He's in an odd mood today as he realizes just how many enemies he's acquired recently.
The unfortunate detail is that none of them have been made by his own deeds, but rather as a result of the way they've treated his friends.
That's right, friends. Something is wrong here, clearly.

But right, go tag him!

steadfastknight

[Yet another Millitimed Kitt - in honour of tomorrow being Kitt's milliversary.]

Given the fact that Kitt was in a bathrobe, it was rather obvious that she'd not been intending to come into the bar.

Thus, the overall reaction was a squeak before, getting her bearings and fully intending not to break rule three, she ran for the stairs.

Someone needs to remind her that the clothes upstairs don't fit just now.

the_lioness

*Face flushed from the cold, Alanna enters and stomps her feet. This is less an attempt to knock the snow of her boots than it is to regain blood flow in her freezing toes. Shivering, she takes a seat at the bar and wraps her hands around a steaming mug of hot chocolate.*