milliways_bar | Dec. 19th, 2005

Dec. 19th, 2005

http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/

A Timelord skips into a bar. And...hm. She orders some wine and jelly babies. Her supply is running low.

Current Mood: bouncy

There is a shadowy figure at the top of the stairs, holding onto the banister with one hand, clutching a doll in the other, and looking down into the room below. It's the figure of a woman- a thin, underweight woman, one with deathly pale skin. Drusilla.

Slowly, ever so slowy, she decends. She carries herself as if she might break at any time. Dru is still not used to her body- new and old, both at the same time. Alive after 125 years in death. Human now.

She slips towards the bar, clinging tightly to Miss Edith.

She leans close and whispers something to Bar, and a pot of tea and a plate of crumpets appears. Dru thanks Bar and takes her tea and crumpets to a booth.

maxwellsdemon02

[OOM: After returning to the office, Heero finds that someone is after data on his sytem. Also known as 'Heero got haxx0red'.

Later, Duo drags him home.]

witchy-rebel.livejournal.com

De Occulta Philosophia, by Agrippa von Nettesheim, was considered a mature compendium of magical practice and theory. Written in the sixteenth century, it was on of the most influential books on magic around.

This is why Morgan is, naturally, sitting a table with a cup of apple tea, correcting it.

Have at.

veryvorkosigan

[OOM immediately previous: In the Viceroy's Residence on Sergyar, the Vicereine gets an unexpected piece of video mail.]

The front door swings open, and Cordelia Vorkosigan walks in for the first time in ...

... well, it's only been about a month, for her.

She looks around curiously, then makes for a corner booth.

http://users.livejournal.com/_ook_/

...and there's a sizzle, a flash, a streak of octarine light--

--and a massive orangutan flies through one of the doors, bouncing head over heels, skidding and tumbling and thudding into the Bar just a few yards away.

He gets up, still wobbly after a few moments, and balances. He pats himself carefully down, makes a 'blbbblb' sound with floppy lips as he shakes his head, puffs out his chest, and beams complacently at the world.

Then the grin freezes, and falters.

"Oook?"

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda is inthe bar. Actually she is sitting at a booth with a stack of books on dream interpretation. Armed with a notepad, pen, and coffee. She is also trying to keep her eye out for a fast moving member of security and had she not been so preoccupied with the research on dreams she just might have thought to write Barry a note.

Come bother at will. She could probably use the distraction. She has been obsessing over this for the last three days.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda and Methos have a heart to heart

There is no nudity, violence, maybe tad bit or remembered woe but mostly just two immortals hanging out.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

Magius sits to one side of a table, reading a large book, his eyes shadowed and his face drawn as he scans the room occasionally, as if looking for someone.

Nearby, Hank McCoy is sitting at the Bar, drinking his coffee, and fiddling with a small tool and some electronic equipment.

(ooc: let me know which one you want to talk to when you tag.)

operathon.livejournal.com

Is Erik always this quiet? I think so, especially with this headache of his. Why does he have a headache? He had an argument with Paige the other night that racks him with guilt for letting his anger snap. He is now soothing himself with a glass of wine, the kind he always drinks. People always misunderstand him, always point at that mask and do not care as to what he really is. A genius. Yes, a genius.

A brooding genius right now, to be exact.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

There's a Darien at the bar, sipping on coffee that's more sugar and milk with some coffee than the other way around. He's also munching on a breakfast sandwich of some sort.

He's edging on needing to go home, but he's got a couple more days till he has to head out and he intends to enjoy them.

[ooc: mun at work]

last_adam

*Adam. And coffee. And what's that? A smile on his face? Could be.*

gorlim.livejournal.com

[oom: Cold]

Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

Current Mood: cold

lvpd_sidle

Sara comes in from outside, stamping snow off of her boots

This calls for cocoa and lounging near a fireplace.

Not that she needs an excuse for either.

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

And he who is of ice is in the bar.

Be wary today.

He bites.

banished-to.livejournal.com

OoM

Hel enters the bar, basket of sewing over her arm, and heads for her usual seat with a faint (and faintly sad) smile on her face.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

You wouldn't know, from looking at him, that he's really a prince.

Especially seeing as he's on his back on a sofa, asleep under a newspaper, shoes kicked off and feet dangling precariously over the arm.

Approach ~~at your own risk~~ at will.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy by the fire, eating cheese and pickle sandwiches whilst reading the paper. He has his sign up.

The doctor is in

Have at. He's always happy to talk to people whether he knows them or not.

i_grenfelz

The bounce factor of the bar has just gone up.

Carmela is at the Bar, spinning slightly on her stool.

"Hmm. What can you surprise me with? Something fizzy."

The drink produced is a pink not usually found in nature. Carmela beams. "Rakki."

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben's in the bar. In fact, he's sprawled on the floor by the fireplace, frowning at a worksheet.

Even a not'Jedi has to do schoolwork.

It's simple algebra. Arithmetic's easy, he's nine years old after all, but algebra? That's not fair! He's only nine!

So he's mostly eating cookies instead of writing.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

Dinah is behind the bar. Mun's creativity is low, for which she blames a massive lunch.

Breakfast Specials
Christmas Wreath Coffee Cake
Christmas Tamales
Half a grapefruit.

"What can I getcha?"

gone_byebye

[OOM: Possibly Ray's shortest journal entry ever.]

Ray is in an extraordinarily good mood this morning. Not the absolute best he's ever had (which is just as well given that the absolute best involved him riding a silicone-greased baking sheet down the stairs and across half the Bar), but really really close. So he's sliding down the banister with a whoop and a tumble and a lot of smiling as he rolls to his feet and shakes out the various parts that got bruised on impact.

But mostly the smiling. Shaking doesn't take that long, y'know?

Anyway. Time for breakfast.

sto-helit.livejournal.com

"--very well, Jason, you may have one--"

And a young woman steps through the door, still carrying a notebook and pen, with a frazzled air of extreme annoyance about her. She's dressed in black, very strict old-fashioned clothing, and her hair is pinned back in a hard, severe bun.

She stops. Does, in the best cinematic tradition, an extended double-take. Slowly backs towards the door.

"...What in the gods' name is this place?"

stbethadettes

With her bag of clothes slung over her shoulders, Beth lets her hand find Spike's as they walk down the stairs. After all that talk about leaving for Christmas, it's time for some action.

Now all she can do is hope he doesn't open the door and see the past again.

But if he does, she'll just have to close it again and distract him.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael's in the bar, with coffee. You know the drill.

aj_crawley

[Letter to Bernard]

the4thsister.livejournal.com

((OOM- Erik is waiting for Paige millitimed to Saturday evening

Paige casts a spell so she can speak to the Phantom with a clear head millitimed to Sunday evening))

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

And heading downstairs from the direction of the sims is a Peacekeeper. She's been practising. So she takes a seat at a booth, orders some Ori-ohs (read as Oreos ^_^) and takes out her knitting from a large black bag. It looks like a sweater...sort of.

Current Mood: chipper

steak-man.livejournal.com

Cypher sits at the counter, chain smoking and drinking coffee from a metal cup and matching saucer. He's wearing his black suit today, not his Terrorist-in-Leather gear.

He looks way too pensive, and he keeps glancing at the door. Lotta people coming in and out that door lately. Makes him curious. Nervous. Maybe a bit of both.

Since he won't tell you he needs distracting, his omniscient narrator will. Or rather, his omniscient narrator will imply it. Subtly. Very subtly.

[OOC: Slowtimed as of 7pm EST, but the player will definitely be back later, so tag away!]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Cairo, Egypt 1938 - Time passes in prison for Indy. After a week of suffering the painful consequences of his resolve, he receives a letter from Svava...]

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

There's a CTU agent in the bar, sitting at a table concentrating furiously on holding a saltshaker a few centimeters above tabletop-level with the One Power.

Don't ask him about the glass on the floor. Just...don't.

flybywash

And here we have the Washicus pilotica in its natural habitat, carrying on an animated, one-sided conversation with Bar.

Don't bother eavesdropping. It's in Chinese.

So is the gift list he's holding.

He's so not above using his linguistic skills in an underhanded way when he has to.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was in the bar once again, and once more almost completely gothed up, lipstick, bodice, collar and all.

He was sitting in one of the booths, out of the way as he could get, with the treadle sewing machine he'd borrowed from the bar, he was used to an electric of course, and it had taken him a minute or two to figure out the difference between the two, but once that was done he set to work. Kettch, it seemed, was getting a new outfit.

At the moment the Ewok was on the seat beside the teen, he'd been given a skirt made of what appeared to be black denim and green lace, as well as a ruffly green poet's shirt. Clive was in the process of making a jacket to go with, he was, all in all, having a grand time with this.

( not just for ewok passing, g'head and tag if you want to ask what the hell he's doing ^^^ )

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

Now, it's just a right lovely evenin', wouldn't you find yourself sayin'?

One've them where somewhere round about the place there's some fool of a poet tryin' to write up the evenin' in iambic pentameter, or maybe as a sestina. Or a sestina in iambic pentameter, it surely wouldn't surprise me none at all.

Meanwhile, while them poets get into a fight over rhyme schemes, over here by the fire there's that fool of a fellow Rabbit, sprawled 'cross one've them couches, with wood an' knife an' cigarette in hand.

How he manages to balance all three without droppin' somethin', stabbin' hisself in the foot, or settin' his own hair on fire, reckon I couldn't tell you even if he managed to explain it t'me.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.

Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.

iustus_rex

Kitty's gone.

It is, therefore, perhaps not entirely surprising that Edmund is bored, and furthermore is actually out and about in Milliways this evening.

The fact that the Junior Extremely Allegorical Messianic Kitten has taken to demolishing wrapping paper may possibly have something to do with this. Perhaps.

The scraps of wrapping paper still sticking to the ankle of one leg of his trousers is almost certainly the only way to tell that, however.

Meanwhile, Edmund finds a pot of tea and his sketchbook, taking them to a seat in the middle of the room. It's been quite some time since he's drawn anything other than Kitty, after all.

thisfatefulhour

[Millitimed to sometime the weekend of the 17th.

The snow dances. Oblivious, Antigone and Charles share a small, lovely kiss. And then flail at each other a lot over it.]

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire is sitting in what might as well be her spot on the couch near the fire, rocking a sleeping Seth. Yesterday he turned ten months old and they had a little party, just the two of them. Today he said his first real words ("Ma-ma", naturally) and she hasn't stopped smiling since.

I think it's love.

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

There are very few things that champagne cannot cure. Watch Liz Imbrie be healed before your very eyes, ladies and gentlemen! (and anthropomorphoic personifications, superheroes, humanoids, Muggles, wizards, princes, gods, and whatnot)

Come talk to her if you're named in the list above. Or, you know, if you're not.

song_tra_bong

Well, she lost the bet. Time to pay up.

Mary Anne's in the bar in a lovely little nothing and pair of really impractical shoes. As for accessories, her pistol is in a thigh holster picked up from Bar.

She's also got a brightly colored drink garnished with a pinapple wedge, and the latest copy of a gun catalogue. Let the tormenting begin.

blue_ajah

A line of silver light flickers and then widens into a portal. Beyond it can be seen a stone corridor, dusty with disuse and somehow almost wrong in shape, and sealed at each end.

The illusion of "Syrenne" fades as Moiraine steps through into Milliways, and for a single unguarded moment the Aes Sedai looks unutterably weary.

"Matters worsen, I think, if familiar paths are twisted so," she murmurs under her breath. "Perhaps a space here will grant respite enough, still." Moiraine straightens, then, and glides toward her usual table, signaling to Holly as she passes.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie has his guitar, playing quietly. He's in a sentimental mood.

( So he's singing. )

young_tmriddle

OOM: Immediately after Tom's run-in with Blodwen, Gavroche talks with Tom in his study about what he saw.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia is in the bar, getting some knitting done in the short time before her shift begins. Notes on meal ideas sit on the table in front of her.*

badinlatin

Mal is physically feeling better since the last time he was in the bar.

Mentally, not so much.

But at least he has his ~~present for Kaylee~~ knitting to work on.

collects_ears

Whistling cheerfully, George slips behind the bar.

He's got a secret-smile on his face and is in an all-around good mood.

He glances at the Specials Board, then announces:

"Tonight's drinks are Satan's Spawn, Sex on the Beach, Shark's Bite and Smooth Operator.."

"What'll it be?"

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Letter to Crowley]

asar-suti.livejournal.com

There was a slightly violet deity by the fireplace, wearing a warm and brightly purple sweater, drinking a hot beverage almost totally but not quite entirely unlike chocolate from a violet mug, and reading a supernatural detective novel the cover of which was black and lurid purple.

Shortly before Christmas, Asar-Suti remembered last year and went for creature comforts.

[[OOC: Plot-locked to Námo and/or Nerdanel, and Gil. Say sorry!]]

boundxkitty

Two characters, one post. Tag either.

Elizabeth is sitting in a booth, mulling over a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. No, she's not sick. Wereleopards can't get sick. The mun however is, and she's feeling sympathetic. There's an open package of crackers next to her and every few moments she adds another couple crackers to the soup.
Come bother her, she needs company.

On the other side of the bar, in front of the fire is Raina. She's sitting on a couch enjoying a glass of wine and watching the bar. She is in a fairly good mood, so if you haven't meet the werewolf, why not try now?

[Mun is off for the night, but slowtime is always appreciated.]

jack_inthegreen

When Jack goes quiet, he is no more noticable than any other tree in the forest.

He is quiet. Thinking. Happy, excited, but still quietly thinking.

95-tan.livejournal.com

[From here...]

Windows 95 waits for her opponent, her face stony. She seems unaffected by the cold night air.

Current Mood: predatory

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco had been having some troubling conversations of late, and feeling somewhat conflicted. So back to a more brooding wizard in a booth. He had some dinner, but found himself idly playing with it. He was still making a point to observe the bar for anything of interest, especially if it was of potential use.

grumpywordsmith.livejournal.com

Four men are seated around a table.

Under some incredibly dense clouds of cigar smoke.

Playing especially cut-throat rounds of poker.

Hmm, the bald speechwriter is really taking the other three gents to school.

Funny, he doesn't seem very worried about the glares he's getting from the dead psychiatrist, the equally dead former Watcher, or the very-much-alive, pondering-his-neuralyzer Man in Black.

But then he's a pretty confident guy.

Yup, it's Malcolm Crowe, Agent K, Toby Ziegler, and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce all inna bar.

Have at!

watcher-g-man.livejournal.com

He's been around, but holed up in the library again of late.
But now, there's a Watcher Giles in the bar. With his usual cuppa.
And the familiar stack of esoteric reading material.

gris_bug_man

Grissom is working on a project.

This project involves screws and muttered curses, as Ikea never includes all materials needed to put certain things together.

But despite that, he is happy. Very happy.

undignified

Wes might have finally noticed the decorations in the bar.

He wonders if it's Fete Week. Did he miss Fete Week? He couldn't have missed Fete Week. Could he?

This bothers him for a grand total of thirty seconds before he forgets to think about it and sits himself at the Bar, with some lum and a nerfburger.

Well, thirty seconds is a long time, especially when he's hungry.

ways-lust.livejournal.com

A very confident woman walks into the bar, a small smile hovering on her lips that never quite touches her eyes.

Her gaze skips over everyone in turn as she makes her way through to the counter. "What a fascinating gathering tonight."

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: The Hollywood Plot.

Tony and Elaine go on a date. Warnings for UST. ]

lastgunslinger

[Writer's note.]

[A few weeks previous.]

"Coffee."

The fingers on the bartop linger a moment before he lifts his hand and picks up the mug.

He's never twirled on the barstools, and this isn't the time to start. But he looks over his shoulder at the front door -- the one he just walked through gunless, and the one he'll walk back through in a few days' time -- and the lines around his eyes draw into firm being as he smiles, and turns back around, and lifts the mug to his lips.

Then he sees the silver-framed photograph on the wall in front of him -- himself, and Nymphadora Tonks. Kissing.

It's been a while since the walls of Milliways have heard the never-quite-unrusty laughter of Roland Deschain.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Dandy in a booth with a pen and paper. Thinking and occasionally writing.

He got all the creativity tonight.

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha's in the bar. With hot chocolate (too cold for milkshakes) and fuzzy slippers.

Come and chat with her, before she looses all her expressive icons!

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

Well, she'd started out somber, big gray eyes watching the lake through the window, before she'd sighed and turned to mark the compositions she had brought back from Avonlea.

And now there is a shuffling of paper, and a pen being placed on the table, and merry gales of laughter issuing from the table by the window.

Perhaps our young Miss Shirley has finally cracked.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy by the fire, watching the flames flicker with their soft orange glow.

gone_byebye

Ray's not as bouncy now as he was this morning, but he's still a very, very happy man today. So dinner, despite the Bar's history of feeding him healthy things with whole grains in, involves a big hunk of dead cow on a bun and a lot of fried things. It's been a good diurnal anomaly. What can we say?

Anyway, he could probably do with some company.

blue_eyed_lord

Great Lord of the Dark in the bar.

Smiling slightly as if he knows something you don't know. ~~Which is probably true.~~

Do come by and say hello.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer inna bar, onna couch, with coffee and Christmas list.

This is your GIP.

guides-the-way.livejournal.com

One Prince of Drasnia, inna bar.

He appears to be lounging. Lazy thing. Someone poke him?

95-tan.livejournal.com

95 reenters the bar, calmly winding a bandage around one bleeding hand. She has a small smile, radiating pride in an accomplishment. She also has one torn sleeve.

Still, things can always be mended. Right now is time for victory sake!

Current Mood: victorious!

river_meimei

The door slides open, and River steps in. She's barefoot, and the hem of Roland's duster drags whispering on the floor. She watches the floor in front of her, mostly, with quick absent glances up at the room before her.

Until one of those glances lands on someone familiar.

She's instantly, utterly white, and whatever she was thinking about is gone; one hand clutches at a chair that happens to be nearby, as she rocks back on her heels, and the other hand stiffens convulsively on empty air. She's staring.

Roland's still there.

gramarye1971

Merriman is sitting close to the fire, a slim leatherbound book in hand. But he's given up any pretence of reading this evening.

Primarily because the list of people he would greatly like to speak with has been growing ever since last night.

[OOC: Again, not plot-locked, but please to ping before replying? ^_^]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

There is a Max sitting in a booth, sipping coffee and paging through a book, her expression suggesting frustration.

And then there is a book being hurled against the back of the opposite bench in the booth. That would be a yes on the frustration.

Come distract the X5 before she decides to throw anything else?

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

A very large man, covered in black from head-to-toe, save for his large white eyes and the white spider symbol on his chest, sits at the bar.

His right hand drums its fingers on the bar out of boredom, and the other hand holds...a half-eaten bar of chocolate.

Venom inna bar. And he's got chocolate.

Feel free to come by and ask why the insane super-villain has chocolate, of all things. He won't bite. Maybe. This is Venom we're talking about...so no promises.

kindred_spirit

Gilbert had not really planned on being back in the bar for a while, since school is on break, and the door that's been bringing him here is that of the White Sands schoolhouse, so he's quite surprised when the door to his parents' parlor brings him into Milliways instead.

He doesn't look displeased, however, and settles at a table with a cup of tea.

He seems to be in a very good mood.

capt_angie

You have less than twenty-four hours to sign up for Secret Santa! Have at it folks!

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara's in the bar, sometime after talking with Montparnasse. She has a glass of emerald wine and is sitting in an armchair, watching the universe explode.

Come and chat.

thatseemright2u.livejournal.com

Early's helping himself to processed rice in a lumpy sort of sauce. It tastes about as appetitizing as it sounds, but he's not bothered; the taste is not important. What's important is the nutritional value, and that his meal has in plenty.

He has the look of someone mulling over a difficulty.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

Brian is singing quietly to himself.

"Wooooah I'm an alien,
I'm a Brian alien
I'm an alien inna baaaar!"

He finds a table, sits under it.

No reason.

Current Mood: cheerful

leplusbeau

See that?

That's a french sex demon. Just lighting up a cigarette.

Matching spouse included in package.

"I feel like...red tonight. Et tu, minet?"

action-antihero.livejournal.com

[OOM, Millitimed to this afternoon: There's No Place Like Home. Jack takes one quick, last trip home.]

maxwellsdemon02

There's a small pile of bags spilling out of a booth. The table is covered with scraps of shiny black wrapping paper and grains of silver glitter. A roll of silver curling ribbon, scissors, and tape complete the set.

Oh yeah. Duo's there too. Away from prying eyes at home. Also keeping a careful eye out for other gift recipients. There will be no peeking before Christmas.

Current Mood: chipper

operathon.livejournal.com

It is late night, the mask firmly on his face as he nurses the wound to his face in a booth at the far, shaded end of the Bar area. Out of sight, practically, out of mind, almost. He holds a cloth to his cheek as he sips on some wine, taking some Asprin (that lovely Amanda had introduced him too) to cure the pain.

Oh, mon cheri, Erik. Mon cheri.