milliways_bar | Dec. 17th, 2005

Dec. 17th, 2005

And so, there was a Ramon. Rather spookily happy with life, it would seem. Arithon's wedding had gone well - he hadn't had to kill anyone but he supposes you can't have it all. On the plus side, no one had tried to kill him, which is always a bonus.

Any trouble he's caused recently has been entirely well-intentioned and life is bordering on perfect. If you want to come enjoy the general good cheer, you're welcome to. If you want to try and burst his bubble - well, good luck with that.

And don't bother asking about the paperclip he's toying with, he won't explain. Just don't be freaked out if he smiles at it occasionally.

bloodandnicotine

And suddenly, where previously was empty, Spike-less space, there is now a Spike.

"ARRRRRGH! SUCK IT YOU PIECE OF...."

And his mouth slams shut. Despite the image, he's currently got his fangs out, going the whole ooky, icky, bitey, angry, GRR face. His hands are positioned as if he's holding a shot gun.

His hands moves suddenly, patting his middle.

"No hole. Okay, what the BLOODY hell was that?"

a-fell.livejournal.com

Aziraphael comes into the bar, shuffling through a stack of post idly. Judging by the social life of the average angel - no, wait. Milliways does rather seem to encourage a more - well. Judging by the social life of Aziraphael, it would appear that this is the accumulated letters of a few days. A week, perhaps.

He's not been home in a while.

He looks around the bar, hopefully, but he doesn't look especially surprised not to find what he's looking for, continuing to the Bar and ordering a cup of tea before settling himself into a booth.

Current Mood: pessimistic

myladyrhiannon.livejournal.com

[OOM: Rhiannon enlists Teirnan's help in bringing Keely to justice by making him an offer he cannot refuse.]

Current Mood: determined

tophat-andtails.livejournal.com

The front door opens and a blast of icy wind and swirling snow follows the small figure that zips inside and tries to push it closed behind him. He manages it and turns - then there's a wide grin as he realises where he is.

''bout bleedin' time!'

There's a dash for the bar and Dodger shivers next to it, snow melting slowly on the rim of his top hat as he wonders whether he really will be allowed to order what he wants. And whether that'll include brandy, which is his real question, if he's honest. Which...y'know, he rarely is.

But anyway! One pickpocket, London variety, small, thereof.

Have at. Be warned, he will attempt to steal from you.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius is sitting at a booth near the back door of the Bar, brooding. A tall glass of red wine and a plate of tethrish sits nearby, untouched, as he watches the bar.

knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com

Sparhawk is outside, riding Faran to give him some exercise, and enjoying the wind in his hair and the not-thinking-about-the-End-of-the-Universe-ness of the simple act.

As he rides around the normal-looking precincts of the back area, he shakes his head and reflects on how much his thinking has changed in just a few days. He is no longer sure where the line between reality and fantastical begins or ends. and this bothers him a lot. He is used to defining things, or having them defined for him. Not having this? Bugs him.

Thus, a thoughtful and disgruntled Sparhawk is out back, riding.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

.....Immortal hand, immortal eye?
.....What need hath he for symmetry?
.....A life unbalanced, lived to hilt
.....A life on one unhappy, shifting tilt.

Takes to air as other creatures do
As Bird and bird and even monkey too
And yet for now he takes to coffee hot
And strong in it's ceramic little pot.

[ooc: in otherwords, he's at the bar sipping a coffee...feel free to stop by]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM... sorta... thingy: Too Soon - failing to come up with anything more eloquent for the puppet to say than "I'm sorry, I'm a fucking asshole," yet being still unable to sleep or to do any actual RP due to theatre stuff, Gorlim reacts to Lee/Namo in rhyming verse and extended metaphor. Because everything sounds better when you call it what it's not. Or something. Damn I need sleep. Yes.]

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at the Bar, tapping away at his Rather Odd Looking Laptop, a large mug of coffee, as usual, sitting nearby. He is concentrating on writing and if one could see hie screen, they would see diagrams forming and shifting as he works on an interesting space-time engineering question.

mogget_cat

*At the white piano sits an Yrael, matching the piano for color perfectly. The music he plays, while unfamiliar to the ear, is some of the most beautiful ever heard.*

*Being partially made of music does that, you see.*

*Feel free to listen or greet him. He might ever play specifically for you. Won't that be fun?"

(ooc: ~~The mun is now out to lunch, but shall be Back!~~ ...my parents do not seem to understand that Saturday is a day for lounging around and plaing on the computer, and have put me to work again. *sighs* Many apologies.)

Current Mood: smirky

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a slightly-too-casual looking Max curled up in a booth. She's sipping coffee and going over what appear to be catalogues. Well, some of them. Others bear a suspicious resemblance to inventory lists. She'd probably been home sometime during the night to get those.

Max has an odd idea of shopping...

On the plus side (maybe), she's a little more startleable than usual. Bother the X5?

(OOC: ~~Mun is here until about 1:30 EST (2 hours). After that, slowtime is requested.~~ Gone.)

no_justice

So, this skeleton walks into a bar...

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben told Nanna that he got the stuffed Ewok from one of the kids in the Academy. He's pretty sure she didn't believe him, but it was a better story than his only other idea: a souvenir from Endor.

The thing's annoying to carry, so he's taken to dragging it along whenever he takes it anywhere. So its feet are scuffed rather a bit. Wes Janson won't be too pleased; for some reason, that thought amuses Ben.

And so it is that Ben Skywalker and Lieutenant Kettch enter the bar, and soon wander over to another patron...

Yub yub, Milliways!

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Gothboy innabar, though not so gothy as usual, in fact he's curled up in one of the chairs near the fire, knees drawn up to his chest, one arm looped around them, chin resting atop them just watching the flames.

He's got his notebook, and has been scribbling in it with a black maribou feather-topped pen occasionally, but for the most part he's been watching.

(~~y'all know how it works by now I'm sure, 'bout 20 minutes steady,~~ patchy ~~afterwards~~ until I get home)

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Need a good curse? Bored and interested in snark? Masochistic enough to find out what happens when you annoy the taller of the blonde/green Amberites? Optimistic enough to attempt actual conversation?

This is the post for you!

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Mace Windu, in the Bar, at the bar, with tea, and his notes.

You know you are curious about what he is writing.

(Mun ~~is out for cooking and eating lunch. Will BBL. Slowtime is love.~~ back!)

namo

[OOM: Okay, brief catch-up to what led to this OOM -- on Thursday, Ramon and Námo have a small discussion that leads to a nasty end. Later that night, Námo finds Gorlim to inform him of the disagreement, but the conversation is odd and stilted. Friday night, Lee runs into Nerdanel and is given a brief lesson on Elvish wedding customs, and then Lee and Námo get into an awful argument over the Ramon conversation. They part coldly, but Lee finds Námo in Room 144 later that night where they discuss Gorlim, love and -- briefly -- marriage (much to the utter shock of the muns).]

last-human.livejournal.com

Dave's in the bar.

Dave hasn't been visible in the bar for a few days.

Where's Dave been all this time, you may ask. Well, he's been in the sims Tahiri told him about, figuring out the controls. And he's not doing too badly, either. He taught himself to fly Starbug: he is making progress with the unfamiliar controls upstairs.

But now, he wants curry.

madetomend.livejournal.com

The Walking Talking Doll pats Bar gently. "Bar, could I have some stew? With Frog's Breath and mistletoe?"

The stew appears with the mistletoe leaves in another bowl next to it.

"Thank you!"

She takes these and finds herself a nice booth to sit in.

She'd love some company!

[ooc: I suck. Sporatic tag back at best.]

prydeful

She really doesn't want to go.

But, y'know. Stupid "duty" thing.

So Kitty's dropping presents off at the bar now.

( For Lilly )

( For Dream )

( For Moiraine )

( For Bleach Dream. Daniel. Person. )
( For Meg )
( For Lucy )
( For Susan )
( For Bernard and Tonks )
( For Peter P. )
( For Hank )
( For Susannah )
( For Faith )
( For Aziraphael )
( For Kurt )
( For River )

She sighs, after the last trip of dropping off, cracks her back, and looks around.

And then she leaves.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Because it's the account still logged in and mun is indecisive, a Frenchman is in the bar.
It's dark in his world by now, so don't question the logic or the timing.

He is pensive today. Not brooding, not angsty, just thoughtful.
And hungry. (Not that this is at all unusual.)
He'll do something about that as soon as he's finished thinking, or is distracted.

caramel-colored.livejournal.com

[OOM: In London Below, many questions are raised, and someone, or something, decides to have what might be described as lunch.]

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

Because he's been stuck inside far too long, Rimmer's decided to actually go out back of the bar and venture outside.

feintsoncue.livejournal.com

Walter sweeps.

Walter sweeps and he clears empty glasses and he refreshes the fire and he cleans tables and he sweeps.

You will have seen him, but you won't have noticed him. He's as much part of the furniture as the rats. Less noticeable, really, because wait rats are at least interesting.

Not Walter. Walter's juts a background figure.

He sweeps.

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

There's a rather self satisfied Frost in the bar.

Winter is coming along nicely, if he does say so himself.

http://users.livejournal.com/_princeofcats_/

Tybalt is pretty when he's distressed. He's perfectly well aware of this, but it isn't doing anything to make him feel better.

He's been doing the obligatory new-to-bar-and-dead-and-Bound sulking in his room without talking to people for a while. Now he's down her for food and alcohol and more public sulking.

Prod at will, lather, rinse, repeat.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

OOM: Belasius attempts to get revenge on Ulfin by sacrificing him to the Goddess, only to be interrupted by Morgan. With guest appearance from the Black Rider.

Ulfin and Morgan come in through the back door, Ulfin supporting a somewhat shaky princess. He sits her down by the fire and fetches her a hot chocolate.

Eventually, feeling better, Morgan goes back upstairs, and Ulfin remains by the fire.

He looks... changed. More confident, somehow, more sure of things.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Tandah, Egypt 1938 - Outside the Shrine of Wadjet, Indy is unable to deal with the German ambush. His fate is decided and the Crystal changes hands. Rated R for brief violence.]

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra sits next to the lake, her feet in the water watching her kitten test the waters.

Current Mood: calm

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Aeryn seated at a booth reading what appears to be a book on Battle Tactics by an obscure Peacekeeper officer. Observant people might notice that the cover doesn't quite fit the book. She's using the old high school trick of hiding something. It most certainly won't be a copy of the collected works of Wordsworth. Blame a certain Forsaken, I do.

[OOC: Here for two hours then slowtime for an hour, then I'll hopefully be back.]

the4thsister.livejournal.com

((OOM- Paige spends the night with The Phantom Millitimed to Wednesday night))

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

OOM: Peter's been having crisis of faith, and some arguing with Dana lately

There was a Ghostbuster outside, bundled up against the cold, and walking down by the lake.
Peter's mind had been deeply troubled by a number of issues, and it just growing.
There was some kicking of snowbanks and cursing while he was walking, too.

hope-halo.livejournal.com

Angel of Hope inna corner, either trying to hide, which he doesn't do often, or attempting to build a card tower.

Key word, there, is attempting.

But there's also a drink of some sort -- and Cavanaugh, the grumbling yo-yo. Poke him, he won't mind. Just don't poke the tower, or there's a good chance he will.

badderthanyou

This is Dawn in the bar. She's mostly just glad to be away from uber-vamps and the Andrew of her world. Oven mitts. Video cameras. Too much.

Pizza and chocolate shakes? Perfect.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

There's a brooding wizard in the bar. Toward the back, in a booth in a darkened corner. He had just turned 17 before he came here, so at least he could get some firewhiskey from the bar. He moodily sipped it, and eyed the wall. He wasn't sure whether to be annoyed, or grateful that the door had vanished. His enemies were here, but perhaps he could find some allies, too. He certainly didn't believe all of what Harry was going on about. What did he know? He had to copy from that Mudblood Granger. Draco had seen it numerous times. Her helping them.
Sod them all. And sod the Dark Lord right now.
He took another gulp of his drink.

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

Kagome inna bar. She is sitting at the bar, resting her chin in one hand, as she stares blankly off into nothingness. She has a glass of iced tea in front of her.

Feel free to come by and poke.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Up at the bar, slightly wet with snow, Thom orders a drink.

And slides onto a stool.*

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary looks rather more cheerful as she walks in the door to Milliways than she did the last time she entered; perhaps it's because of the warm green shawl around her shoulders, which is a little more helpful for a winter day than the light jackets she's been wearing before.

She still heads straight to the bar for a hot chocolate, though.

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Holby, Whitetext abounds. Redtext pops in for a bit. Lyrics from Elton John's The last song]

He tried to let all the emotion out where nobody could see. He tried to walk into the bar as if nothing was wrong.
"Weak, stupid."
He tried to drink a cup of tea but his hand was shaking so much he spilt it all.
"Get out! GET OUT!"
There's a Guppy in the bar, sitting curled in a little ball on the floor with his head on his knees, tucked slightly behind one of the booths. Trying to get a grip of himself, but he can't.
Broken. Breaking.

gone_byebye

Ray shoulders the front door open. He'd use the doorknob, but he's got shopping bags in both hands and they're a bit full. They're getting deposited upstairs, and then he's coming back down in his civvies (insofar as any long-sleeved shirt with the Ghostbusters corporate logo on it can be considered civvies for him).

He's got a book and a small, bound blank book with him, and when he finally gets around to sitting down he goes back and forth between the one and the other- reading a line in the print volume, then writing in the blank one.

Come say hi. Or not. Up to you, really.

shall-go-free.livejournal.com

The door opens and a remarkably pretty man (angel) wearing dark glasses enters. A slight wind, fierce but brief, enters with him.

Then, of course, he takes off the sunglasses and blinks.

This place, apparently, is not what he was expecting. He turns back to the door, fingers moving over the surface of the frame, expression open and curious.

He turns back to the room, then, still wearing that open expression. Then, carefully, gracefully, he takes one step forward, and another.

Xas's curiosity is almost a living thing, sometimes. This place, rightly enough, looks like an interesting one to let it run free in.

white_flowers

[OOM: Outside Milliways last night and earlier today, the White Rider gives free rein to her anger.]

white_flowers

The lake door opens, and Blodwen Rowlands walks through into the bar.

Despite the winter's cold, she seems untouched by chill, even though the light clothing she wears is surely not warm enough to long endure the weather.

Her eyes almost seem to glitter as she searches the room for several long moments. Eventually, Blodwen goes to the bar and requests tea.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's been around for a while, but you haven't seen him. This is a great gaping hole in your soul, I know. So isn't it great that you've noticed him now, perched on a table and carving?

He's pulling the knife towards himself. If you startle him, he might slice his thumb. There! That's all the incentive you need, right?

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is in the bar.

This is in no way unusual.

The only thing that might be even vaguely considered strange is the way he keeps folding and unfolding his wings, as if he can't decide whether he wants them on display.

Green eyes tonight, dark as pine forests-- perhaps he's feeling lucky.

mogget_cat

*Yrael's at the white piano, playing something intriguing.*

*Stop by and listen, won't you?*

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

For once, Mark's not filming. He has his camera at a table, and is eating a hamburger. He probably could use some distraction, as he is distinctly close to brooding.

redsnout.livejournal.com

"Yeep!"

Well, it seems that at least one person is enjoying the snow. Scribble bounds through the snow outside merrily, snuffling through piles of the stuff and occasionally trying to burrow. Raptor Red, meanwhile, follows after her chick at a more sedate pace, occasionally huffing to herself unhappily. She isn't nearly as fond of snow, and every so often she glances towards the bar. But the food she gets in there doesn't run, and that's what she's after tonight.

Approach with caution, lest it be decided that you're dinner.

blue_eyed_lord

*The Black Rider is quite enjoying his wine. He likes the feeling of a plan going well.*

*Do stop by. He loves to meet new people.*

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Oh look! There's an Archie! He's got tea! Imagine that.

audieraines.livejournal.com

[ OOM: The Hollywood Plot.

Audrey Heller Raines Bauer discusses artistic inspiration with a famous author. ]

the_lioness

[OOM: Alanna and Thom, outside.]

ardens-guard.livejournal.com

Julian of Amber. Bar. Wine.

He's ambivalent towards everything today, so is unlikely to do anything him. Although, being aloof and superiour is him so...yeah, forget I said anything.

That said, he's got enough things on his mind to mean that if you poke him in the right way, some of the walls may crumble a bit.