milliways_bar | Dec. 23rd, 2005

Dec. 23rd, 2005

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith is drunk. Very, very drunk.

Why? There's no telling. Possibly concern about Shelley has something to do with it. Possibly concern about Illyria does too.

Whatever the reason, she's draped over the sofa with a half-empty glass of champagne in her hand, giggling at the ceiling.

locks_it_up

Believe it or not, there's a swing in a tree outside, on a hill overlooking the lake, over a certain outcropping of rocks.

Willow branches trail in the water, and a small monochrome figure rocks back and forth almost idly, pivoting on one ankle, back and forth.

There's a particular sound to the night, a gentle symphony of the bugs and birds and water lapping gently against the rocks.

It's calm. Conductive to thought.

[ooc: Locked to the Boss Lady and the Gunslinger. Say sorry.]

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is curled up at a table, sipping coffee and flipping through a book. Not an unusual sight, really - her time in the bar seems split between that and people-watching.

The mistletoe above her head is probably a new development. She doesn't seem to have noticed it yet.

Care to enlighten her?

gorlim.livejournal.com

There is a fidgety, nervous Gorlim in the bar. The mun knows it's late, but her sleep schedule is completely off so yeah. Come chat. He'll probably be cheerful enough at you.

lightningbaron6.livejournal.com

[OOM: No fast women or cheap whiskey, but punches are thrown, swords are drawn and shots are fired in a final showdown with ZERO.]

maxwellsdemon02

Immediately after this.

Duo had come to Milliways as soon as he got home. He's wearing a large baggy sweatshirt, and is halfheartedly applying a mostly melted icepack to the bruise on his cheek. There's an unopened bottle of gin and a glass in front of him.

He appears to be having a staring contest with it.

lastgunslinger

Roland is in a booth. Smoking. A small pouch of tobacco and a pile of papers rest in front of him on the table.

Also, a small bowl of pistachios.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: Stress catches up with Ace, in the usual manner.)

dragon-tamer-po.livejournal.com

Sally Po is curled comfortably on a sofa in front of a fireplace. She's dressed in a long, festive, red satin gown, heels and a pair of silver snowflake earrings. Her hair's not braided, for once. Maybe she's just come from a party?

She has a mug of mulled cider in one hand, a book in the other and a large plate of warm cookies on the table nearby.

Content as she is, she's not adverse to company.

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Will Stanton enters.

There is nothing of the amiable boy about him today, or only a thin and absent veil of it. He's sober and intently focused, with a tautness like cold and buried anger running through his frame and sparking in his eyes.

He's watching for any number of people, and watching even more for a familiar glint of gold.

miss-eyre.livejournal.com

A sleepy, although tidily and soberly dressd Jane Eyre enters the bar from upstairs. Apparently she has insomnia. Or maybe she's had a lot on her mind, after talking to Hank McCoy (who broke her brain). Either way, she examines the people in festive wear with amazeent, idly playing with her well-worn black wool dress.
"Mulled wine...no, tea please," she asks a wait rat.
She still has too many inhibition to drink alone.
She contemplates siting at thebar, then settles in her favorite chair and begins sketching people, sipping her tea gently, and examining faces around her, wishing fiercely that someone would say hello to her.
Make a poor angsting gothic heroine happy and go talk to her.

~~because her mun has caffeine-induced insomnia liek whoa~~

pvccladheroine.livejournal.com

It's been a while.

Or maybe not so very long at all.

Time passed weirdly here, and she scarcely remembered it when she was away.

A dream, perhaps? A glitch in the program?

Whatever this place was, it was not an entirely unwelcome sight. She was overdue for a break. She'd gone into the Matrix for one, really. A small matter had required some expertise, but she'd taken care of that without incident and had not really been in the mood to go back.

If she lingered, she would have caught hell for being reckless, so it was good that this place appeared in place of the room that housed the exit she'd been aiming for.

Trinity is once again in the bar. Under new mun-control, still pre-canon, and possibly only until her player's computer craps out on her for the night.

But here she is.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

There are a number of little grey and green pills resting on the table before Tim. Very familiar pills. They're his pre-packaged spells, lovely little things.

He seems to be counting them. Because, you see, he could have sworn he felt his magic go off without him. And his count keeps coming up short.

Which leaves one confused Tim, willing to chat as normal.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: After this, Anthony has another memory. ~~Implied m/m sex. And by "implied" the mun means "well, you don't see much, and there's nothing going on in this, really, except one of 'em's sleeping and the other one's a-thinkin'."~~

Well they started a-schmoopin' so there's slightly more implied sex.

This is Millitimed to Wednesday night, because the mun is slow with the writing. ]

flybywash

[OOM: After months of waiting, Wash and Zoe finally pay a visit to Marcus Medical Center.

Some hours later, Wash gets his prognosis, and a bonus slice of minor weirdness courtesy of all those boxes scattered around Chez Crowley.]

to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com

[ OOM: On Eris' Island. Xander gets to meet a certain Tree, and suffer insinuations. ]

inquisitivehero

Hank settles at his usual table. There is a lumpy bag on his table as well as a large mug of coffee and a laptop, at which he taps. What's in teh bag? Only one real way to find out.

not-broomboy.livejournal.com

Liir sits at the table in the corner, his eyes fixed on the Observation window as he sips at cold coffee and colder eggs. Mostly, though, he ponders as one hand scratches something onto a bit of

( paper... )

agirllost

[OOM: Millitimed to yesterday afternoon - Ba'alzamon pays Kim a visit and then she wakes up. Warnings for disturbing content and violence.]

archimedes19.livejournal.com

With all the strange adornments to the bar that he sees as he comes down from his room It;s possible that he looks even more confused now then when he first arrived.

He orders a cup of tea and takes a seat at table trying to figure out what is going on.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

Amanda decided that she needed a brake from staring at the fire so she is watching the universe end. She has a cup of tea in her hand and a book written in ancient egyptian. She figures that she has been lax in her studies.

Come by and chat she wont bite.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

[OOM. Set after this thread. It...can be tagged, but be warned that Faith will be empty at you.]

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Eska's sitting in her chair by the fire, curled up with a pint and a book.

Yes, there is mistletoe nearby.

Yes, she will hit you over the head if you try anything. So don't.

But... talk to her, maybe?

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Val's at a table in the bar, a few brown-paper-wrapped lumps tied in green rope in a pile around her. She's paying more attention to the Ewok in front of her, however. Kettch is now sporting a Jedi robe, and plushie green lightsabre. There's a small bag to the side of him, which contains a flightsuit, complete with embroidery of the Rogue Squadron symbol. What? Val works fast and was bored.

She might have a present for you, if she knows you.

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel is in the bar, at least for the nonce.

She's not bothering to hide her face, because, well. There isn't really any point these days, is there?

So. Half dead teenage death goddess, at the fire, with sewing.

((Always up to meet new people. Will, however, be going out with the girls later, so slowtimes will be in effect.))

theravenboy

Bran Davies cannot stay in his room all day. He has to eat dinner, after all, and there is always a chance he will discover the harp accidentally.

Therefore Bran comes downstairs, orders a bowl of soup, sits at a table and waits for something to happen.

nita_callahan

Nita. Booth that is not quite so out of the way as yesterday. Tea, and the remnants of lunch.

Oh, and a notebook that she's staring at in total incomprehension and rising panic.

Two shopping days until Christmas and she doesn't have a clue what to give anyone.

[OOC: Around for only a bit at the moment. Feel free to tag, but slowtime will be necessary.]

super-xj9.livejournal.com

With a press of the ITD (Interdimensional Traveling Device), Jenny enters into the bar with a huge sigh and some colorful confetti floating to the ground. Dressed as... a Christmas present?

This is, quite possibly, the worse her mother has ever humiliated her...

Jenny sits at the bar, sighing again and nearly slamming her head into the bar.

Come by and distract her. She needs to get her memory bank off of her costume.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah in the bar, still with boxes, one full of wrapped things, the other full of christmas crackers and bags of goodies.

Still looking for people to hand gifts out to, go talk to her, seriously, she's probably got something for you.

She's still wearing her halo of christmas lights, but they're multicolored today instead of white, still twinkling away.

( ~~Lunchtime, 'bout fifteen minutes, then~~ gone to the den of internetconnectionlessness until I get home this evening, if you don't mind slowtime, tag away, she's still got a heap of presents to distribute, you're probably on her list. Yeah, you, over there, I see you reading this!)

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

Ako is here! With tea! But her player is not! Because people from foreign states are here! This was not expected! But Ako is here for Bran! This entry uses too many exclamation points!

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone, sadly, is not currently in the mood for giving gifts.

By that, we mean that she is hiding in her room, trying desperately to block the images out.

Fucking Forsaken.

However, gifts appear at various intervals in the next several days for the following individuals:

( Rabbit, Raven, Charles Wallace, Will P., Jack F., Coyote )

gone_byebye

[OOM: Perspective's a bitch. Quoted interstitial material by the Indigo Girls and H. P. Lovecraft, and one cameo interstitial by J. R. R. Tolkien.]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Slayer inna bar, at a table, with packages.

How'd she get shopping done? Who knows?

She's going to Antar soon, though, so catch her now, cause ~~the mun~~ she won't be back for a few days.

gravity_shifter

As she is wont to do lately, and mainly to keep her mind occupied and not thinking about unpleasant things, Sikozu is at a table, writing in Kalish in a notebook.

Bother at will. She's been snarky lately, so it's possible it's out of her system for a while.

...if by a while you mean five minutes.

owendavies.livejournal.com

[OOM: Back at Clwyd Farm, Owen Davies realizes that Bran is missing. With guest non-appearance by Will Stanton. Rated HR for Horrible Repression.]

slayer_fray

After this, Mel is sitting on the couch by the fire. On the nearby coffee table are a number of empty bottles of champagne, one half empty and a half empty glass, and the stem and remnants of a second one that's been shattered by some external force.

The Slayer has her knees drawn up under her orange sweater, holds a bloodstained napkin in one hand, and is staring into the middle distance, face blank in that hard way she gets when she's not sure whether to hit something or burst into tears.

She's been sitting like that for quite some time now.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

There is a French dandy in his usual booth, this afternoon. At least it has become his usual booth in the last two days.
He likes that it is out of the way.

Anyway, he is reading this afternoon, which is actually rather unusual, but Mara recommended it, and it might take his mind off of his brooding.
Not that he cannot manage both at once.

At the moment, however, he is scowling at the book, more than angsting, which ought to be a good thing.
Still, you should come find out what it is and make another recommendation. Clearly he does not appreciate Bar's choice.

theres-grey-now.livejournal.com

Sarah's been observing people at the bar. So when she walks up to the long stretch of wood she's confident that she won't make a fool of herself.

Well, almost confident. She's kind of nervous about what she's going to do.

"Bar, if Montparnasse comes by anytime in the next few days, can you give him this?"

The note disappears, and Sarah collapses in a chair.

guppy_sandhu

"Well you can tell him until he lets us take the yeti costume off we can't examine him."

Guppy comes in, X-rays in hand and blatantly not looking where he is going. Until he runs into the bar that is. He blinks and looks down at her.

"Sorry Bar. Er... cup of tea then please."

Unable to spot a suitable white light source he puts the X-rays down and focuses on the tea instead.

[ooc: Mun gone to work. Back 5pm EST. Includes Snowball above]

lvpd_sidle

Sara drops off a stack of gifts.

( For Mike & Mel )

( For Faith )

( For Connor & Murphy )

Current Mood: busy

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

There are two things that people might notice about the Triplets. One, the odd smell that comes with dried Gourd Guts on one's clothes, and...

The Triplets have a List. At the top, the words "Crismis Gifs" are scrawled in Barrel's small handwriting. Under that, names and ideas are added as he and his brother and sister think of them. The names have little lines connecting them to each idea when the idea is okayed.

"He gets a rabbit's leg. And she needs... shards? Sounds okay. We could put wood around it.. call it a mirror. Humans like mirrors. What do you think we should get Tim?" Lock clicks his tongue on his teeth, deep in thought.

"What do you think we're getting?" Because, as everyone knows, the most important part of giving is getting.

scapepig

There is a large pig, by the fire, drawing on a large sheet of paper with a stick of charcoal.

It might be a map.

It might not.

Why not find out? He is happy to talk to anyone whether he knows them or not.

obligatoryass

Logan in the Bar.

Logan in the Bar with cookies. A holiday assortment of cookies.

He didn't make them, but he's willing to share.

r-dewinter.livejournal.com

Rebecca de Winter has decided to go for a walk.

It's a nice enough day for it - cold, of course, but not bitterly so. The sun is out and the snow looks gorgeous, all shimmery and inviting in the late afternoon sunlight. The Bar has thoughtfully provided her with warm boots and a long, fur-lined coat, so she steps out with a smile that doesn't fade even when the first gust of wind hits her.

She's decided it's time to see if the lake is large enough for a small sailboat.

namo

Content Námo by the fire on a sofa, very large hound curled up at his feet. He has a cup of hot cocoa beside him, a book open in his lap.

ways-lust.livejournal.com

Lust walks into the bar, looking around the room at the other patrons, a small smile on her face. She taps her fingers on unoccupied chairs as she passes. She ends up at the counter and orders a glass of wine.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara walks up to the bar, her hands full of wrapped gifts. She sets them down one by one with little notes written in Aurebesh.

One is left for

( Jaina. )
One for

( Zekk )
One for

( Tahiri )
One for

( Valentine )
And one for

( Anakin Solo )

When Mara sets them on the bar, and the dissolve, she recieves a small, stuffed Killik in return. She sighs and glares at it, and wanders off.

alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com

Phil is comfortably tucked in by the fire with the latest edition of The Canadian Woman and a cup of tea. It has the most achingly good serial in it, and she's been waiting for weeks to read it.

This isn't to say, of course, that she wouldn't mind company.

theravenboy

[After this thread (still in progress)]

The six return from the lake area in bedraggled ones and twos. Bran Davies comes back first, drenched and shivering, carrying his golden harp in his arms. He goes directly to the front door to try the handle. The handle turns.

Bran goes home.

ballofjoy.livejournal.com

[In Susanna's notebook.]

"Finally," breathes Susanna Kaysen as she steps into what could have been the laundry room, but turned out to be Milliways.

She's been looking for what felt like forever.

In her hand is a shiny, new Visa card. Well, it's shiny and new for 1964, but for her that's plenty.

And that satisfied, sort of haughty smile? Is the smile of a girl with a new rush of income.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Ex-Peacekeeper at a booth. The tabletop is covered by an assortment of packages. If you want to give her a present, now might be good. She might even have one for you.

[OOC: Have a headache right now, but hoping I can get a few presents out. If she doesn't get you, she'll probably send it in the mail tomorrow, or I'll forget about a bunch of people XD]

button-masher.livejournal.com

The door opens and at first all you do is hear them.

"What do you mean rats can't balance on a whale's tongue?! I will fucking prove it to you, you asshole!"

"Shut up, Gabe, you're stupid, and you don't even know! I'm going to return your present!"

"...I...returned YOU yesterday."

"...What the-- shut up. Again."

In stroll Johnathan Gabriel and Tycho Brahe, completely oblivious to the fact that they just entered the bar, so intent on arguing about rats and whales. They head over to the armchairs, and Gabe pats the armchair's arms down. "Where's the controller?"

Tycho's busy staring at the fireplace, his head tilted. "When did we get a fireplace?"

Gabe grabs his arm. "Who cares? Where. Are. The. controllers?!"

[OOC: both gamers in one post, for your Christmas PA pleasure. Tag 'em, both will reply. Canon-puncturing warning as ever!]

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

Because random presents are love ~~and the mun was far too lazy to post this earlier~~. Quite a scary moment that is a considerate Rimmer. He's only around for a moment but he leaves with the marvelous Bar two gifts.

( One for Paige )

( Another for Lister. )

perfectblue.livejournal.com

Blue goddess in the bar, now with some percentage less crazy.

Well, less crazy than two days ago, at least. Still the normal amount of crazy for her, though.

She's in a relatively good mood, though, because a Slayer gave her a knife for Christmas. She's wisely left it in her room, however, because there's always the chance that someone will annoy her into throwing it at them (and really, that's the nicest of things she could do with it if given her choice of options.) She doesn't care to be back in the cells again so soon after leaving them. Or, you know, ever.

She's also pointedly not thinking about bothersome events of the last few days, involving Satan, a vampire, and extra headvoices. Probably best to keep it that way.

Have at, and if she disappears at some point halfway through tagging, it's because the mun's parents or sketchy computer have gotten in the way of RP.

tallentless.livejournal.com

There's a guy playing a guitar, in the corner of the bar.

He's got bare feet, loose jeans, a shirt all stretched out at the neck like maybe he wears it to sleep in, sometimes. Like maybe it's used to a little rough treatment.

Really fuckin' nice guitar.

It used to be more complicated than this. There used to be people to look out for, awareness, threads that were a constant tugging reminder that he wasn't alone. But now it's just him. It used to be complicated; now it's just a guy playing guitar, in the corner of a bar.

Current Mood: relaxed

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is sitting at a booth reading. It might look amazingly like a thick comic book, only it's being read backwards and the characters might be a little sugar-y for your average comic book. You might catch a glimpse of girls that look like this or that look like this. Though she'd be happy to tell you what she's reading if you asked.

She also has a plate of cookies in front of her, as well as a large glass of milk. Come poke her book or steal a cookie.

mahtigwess.livejournal.com

That Rabbit fellow's over there by the couch, all sprawled out again with coffee, an' a cigarette, an' a right furtive expression.

Looks like he's hidin' somethin'.

iustus_rex

It's almost Christmas.

Of course, it's also almost Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa fits in somewhere, and Yule's already come and gone, so it's not as though it ought to be a surprise that it's almost Christmas, any more than it ought to be a surprise that Kitty still hasn't come home.

Edmund is, also not surprisingly, by himself when he enters Milliways from the House of Arch's painting, really quite early in the evening. He's never quite been certain if he is meant to clean up on the way to work, but it certainly seems logical that he should, regardless.

Bar herself is cleaned as well, and wiped down with polish, before he turns to the Specials board, somewhat at a loss.

Eventually, he shrugs.

Welcome to Milliways Bar
Happy Hour

In honour of the holiday season,
all drinks with a holiday theme
will be 1/2 off regular price.

Happy Holidays!

The chalk is set down, and he wipes off his hands before turning back to the room with a smile.

"What'll it be?"

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

There's an Ace, in a booth. She has mint hot cocoa, and her beloved Sudoku puzzles, and a pen.

Sadly, most of what she's doing can be filed in the 'blank staring' category.

This is not a grand sort of day.

(ooc: Ahem. Was mugged by driveby family time. Am back now.)

sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com

Claire enters from her apartment and heads directly to the bar to drop off an assortment of Christmas presents.

"Bar? Can you make sure these people:

(Jack Green)
(Ace)
(Kate)
(Shannon)
(Boone)
(Alanna)
(Aeryn)
(Bianca)
(Richard, Amadeo, & family)
(Snow White)
(Jaina)
(Zekk)

--get these?"

The gifts dissolve into the bar and she pats the counter affectionately.

"Thanks, Bar," she smiles and then heads back to New York. She doesn't want to miss one minute of Seth's first Christmas.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige is sitting in a booth staring at the dress she's got from Bar for Amanda's party tomorrow and sipping diet Pepsi, she seems a little restless, she just not sure why.

She should probably go and try to introduce herself to a few people but she doesn't want to drag the dress around wither so she's hoping people will come to her.

Lazy much?

((ooc- EDT no she's not, RL unwellness, sorry))

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Shakily, Antigone descends the stairs in yesterday's rumpled dress. She hasn't slept, and her unbrushed hair looks even unrulier than usual.

Yesterday was not a good day.

It's hard not to keep seeing it, and hearing.
Are you still laughing at me?
Downstairs first. Then coffee. Simple things, one at a time.

Concrete.

This is not the scrolling whitetext you are looking for.

cywyllog

There is a Welsh princess outside in the dark. She's spread her cloak out on the ground and is sitting on it, rather than wearing it, near the lake. She's had a good deal to drink, so she isn't feeling the cold quite yet, but that won't last long.

Of course, she does have the wine bottle and a glass with her. Company is not unwelcome. It's a free lake, after all.

not-like-lilly.livejournal.com

*Petunia is sitting at her table, knitting and generally trying to be unobtrusive. With tea.*

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes down, just briefly into the bar to leave two small packages with two small notecards attached.

( For Anne )

( For Amy )

Both cards have a picture of the le Blanke estate in winter painted upon them.

"Please give these packages to Anne and Amy when they next come in. Thank you, Bar."

And with that, she heads inside, back to the flat.

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

On top of a table is a sword. Next to that sword is a cup of coffee and a half eaten bowl of fruit. Sitting in the booth that belongs to the sword is Amanda, reading a book written in galactic standard.

It has been a long day of physical training and now she seems to be working on some mental training. Even her remote is sitting next to her and if someone looks closely enough they might see a shiny silver handle in her jacket.

badinlatin

[OOM, Millitimed to Wednesday: Mal and Tonks go Christmas Shopping in Wizarding London, and fun was had by all.]

super-xj9.livejournal.com

Still in the bar.

Drinking Motor Oil.

Dressed as a Christmas present.

Curiously enough, this isn't the bar's doing.

latrebella.livejournal.com

She sits at a table in the center of the bar.

Long, shiny black hair. Tight red dress. Killer legs.

Persephone cradles a glass of dark purple liquor in her slender hands and watches the patrons with dark eyes.

badinlatin

Mal is not here for a very long time, tonight, but he wanted to come in the bar from the ship even though they're still on Lavinia.

He has presents for folk. And apparently a note as well.

He might have to make a trip outside.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom strides across the bar, growling softly to himself in frustration, a scowl set upon his face. He tears the santa hat from his head and rips it to shreds, only to have another appear on his head a moment later.

"Damn Bar, damn holiday cheer, and damn this whole blasted holiday!"

He grits his teeth and plops himself down into a booth, trying to rid himself of the hat one last time only to have it appear upon his head for the twentieth time.

Feel free to come by and say hello. Just think before making a crack about the hat.

prototype-karr.livejournal.com

KARR isn't in the best of mood today, as evidenced by his pale scanner and the fcat that for the most part, he's been sticking to his favorite corner. But now he's beginning to creep out and explore the rest of the bar again, although his scanner remains off-color and his windows are darkened. He might be willing to talk to people, if they don't surprise him too much.

prettyhelen.livejournal.com

Helen comes down from her flat with an armful of gifts.

Depositing them on Bar's surface, she asks: "Bar, can you make sure that these get to their new owners?"

( Todd )

( Neil )

( Gil )

( Sara Siddle )

( Elaine )

( Diana Hansen )

( Guppy )

That done, she orders a hot chocolate and goes to sit at a booth.

(ooc--Slowtime may be necessary:-)

green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com

There's a lady in the bar.

She's drinking an apple martini, and looking for distractions.

Current Mood: bored

macleod_connor

The elevator door opens and Connor prepares to exit...

only to discover that this is not the shop, but Milliways... again.

Crazy elevator.

He shrugs, pulls the scarf from his neck and makes his way to the bar where he is given an invitation alongside his Scotch.

ETA: mun is wrapping X-mas pressies, so if replies are slow, that is why. Yes, mun procrastinates... it's a thing.

undignified

Water, caf and chocolate milkshakes have been pretty much the entirety of Wes' nutritional intake for today. Proper food's a bit much. And he has sworn off alcohol.

Until, y'know, tomorrow.

At the moment, he's found a clear space somewhere in the bar, where he's now busy setting up all the Star Wars ships Mark gave him the other day.

Well, someone's got to re-enact famous battles using toys, now that Hobbie's gone.

Of course, with such models as Y-wings, X-wings, landspeeders, speeder bikes and no less than two Ewok action figures, it's not entirely clear what battle he's setting up, but it's the effort that counts.

nita_callahan

Wizards have a tendency to be in the right place at the right time.

When Nita comes downstairs and spots a gathering group, she changes direction and heads towards them. Bran spots her, nods. She raises her eyebrows questioningly, and he nods again.

She joins the group as they head outside.

mogget_cat

*The door of the bar opens to a water-covered scene, with millions upon millions of stars shining sweetly down. Then the view is obstructed by the figure of Yrael coming into the bar, carrying quite a few parcels of varying shape and size. Talented, isn't he?*

*He grins, seeing presents under the Christmas tree still unopened. That means that he's made it back in time for the actual holiday, and won't be late. Lovely. Closing the door behind him, he takes the presents to his place in the back corridor to stow them until they are to be given.*

*A few moments, later, a parcel-free Yrael makes his way to the bar and orders a glass of white wine. Come greet the triumphant not'cat.*

guppy_sandhu

In one corner of the bar is Guppy, eating cottage pie and chips for dinner. He also has his sign up.

The doctor is in

Have at.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

A couple days ago, a challenge had been made. And the british navy never backs down from a challenge-

Or so Wellard would argue, from his time at least.

Thus, he is outside, long coat on and a pair of gloves he found in his chest, packing snowballs.

Officer vs Werewolf.

Though considering how this fight is most likely going to end, anyone who wants to help is more than welcome.

((And Millitimed to much earlier before other stuff!))

speaknoweevil.livejournal.com

When the door swings open onto Milliways, Weevil looks surprised.

Then he props it open with an abandoned sneaker, and sidles away.

When he returns, there's a wrapped gift in his hands. It goes under the Christmas tree.

The tag reads, "For Logan Echolls. Merry Christmas."

Exit Weevil, pleased with himself.

koreandrummer.livejournal.com

~~in a miracle of millitime~~ Lane comes into the bar... ~~before any wedding has occured.~~
She is jittery, and goes to the bar for a drink and hopefully some company.

gone_byebye

Ray's still got the Santa hat on, 'cos dangit, he likes the Santa hat. He's also got his bag of Stuff He's Supposed To Give People, and a mug of hot chocolate with cayenne pepper in it.

Overall, all things considered, he looks to be in a fairly good mood.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

[OOM: Millitimed to a few days ago. Mary tells Dickon about the nice woman she's met in the bar. They also encounter a gardening problem. Any resemblance to a metaphorical reenactment of Blodwen-related doom so far is purely coincidental, of course.]

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

Once again, Dickon is sufficiently wrapped up as he comes from spring in Yorkshire to winter at Milliways. He removes his cap and unwraps his scarf as he heads to the bar for a cup of tea.

Captain stayed home today, but there may be a squirrel tagging along in his pocket.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

'Twas the night before Christmas Eve, and Castle was sitting in a booth singing along to "Fairytale of New York" and making a rather last-minute list on a borrowed laptop of what to get people for the general holiday season.

It kills him to be so disorganized about it, as he is ordinarily the kind of person who does things in advance with obsessively meticulous tidiness and never procrastinates.

But he figures he can cut himself a little slack with deadlines. He's dead.

white_flowers

Blodwen is in the bar once again this evening, and is in possession of a cup of tea and a cozy corner table.

She looks very pleased with things at present.

grovecj.livejournal.com

OG in the Bar, at the Bar. He is in a good mood, listening to his walkman.

Have at.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne comes downstairs carrying a few Christmas presents for Raven, Preston and River. She drops them off with Bar. "Hang on to these until Christmas day for me, darling?"

The presents disappear, to be replaced with a mug of warm cider and a box of band-aids. Mary Anne looks down at her hands and the tiny cuts that dot each finger. Making presents can be a hazardous business. "Thanks, dear." Bar gets a 'thank you' pat. "Merry Christmas."

She picks up the mug and box, then heads over to her booth. Stop by to say hello, or ask how she earned her wounds in Yultide battle.

the_antiangst

Angel's over by the fireplace, with pizza, celebrating the official end of his Christmas preparations.
No drag tonight, in deference to the fact that he's going all out tomorrow.

grimy-brian.livejournal.com

Brian's sitting against a wall, cross-legged, in the corner of the bar. He's not doing anything particularly odd, or noticeable, or bouncy. Actually, he appears to be reading a book.

It's kinda unnerving.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio has an apple and has the couch to himself and you don't!

Booya!

This entrance post was written by

saphyria. Mun takes no responsibility for the 'Booya!'

sign-seeker.livejournal.com

Will enters from the lake door, and makes his way towards Bran's table.

He has been tense and worried, these last few days, and nothing about that has eased. But, for those who know him very well, there is something of cold satisfaction in his brisk gait and the set of his shoulders. Frustrations eased, and the beginning of an answer.

gramarye1971

The table near the door to the lake is occupied once again.

There is a glass of wine on the table in front of Merriman, but he hasn't touched it. It's merely for appearance's sake.

And so is the neutral expression on his face.