milliways_bar | Dec. 25th, 2005

Dec. 25th, 2005

Ramon and Random aren't in tonight, they're otherwise occupied with firesides and trees and chocolate oranges in their home. But they did stop by earlier with gifts for their friends. One has been given already, another will be given in person. But for the others...

( Arithon )

( Bianca )

( Aeryn )

( Mary Anne )

( Namo )

( Gorlim, Ellie and Kelly )

( Montparnasse )

lastgunslinger

Roland has lived through Christmas Day in Milliways once before. It wasn't very interesting.

However.

He's at a table with a cigar -- a skinny one -- and a glass of Black Bush whiskey.

It's not a bad idea to revisit Christmas memories.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

Max is sitting at a table, sipping at a cup of cocoa and staring out the observation window, though her expression suggests she might well be seeing something else entirely. At least she'd remembered to check for suspicious plant life before sitting down.

Bother the X5?

obligatoryass

( Lilly )

( Veronica )

( Weevil )

( Duncan )

( Max )

( Penny )

( Phil )

( Bernard Wrangle )

flybywash

Wash hasn't been in the bar for a while, and probably won't be for a little longer yet. But he's been smuggling his presents in one by one over the past few weeks to leave under the tree, occasionally enlisting other people on the crew to help him out.

Each gift has a note tucked inside a red envelope; usually, there'd be money in there, too, but he burned through his share pretty quickly this year. (He's buying presents for a lot more than just the crew, after all.)

( Ace )

( Lincoln )

( Eddie and Susannah )

( Bernard )

( Tonks )

( Lilly )

( Raven )

( Faith )

( Crowley )

( Aziraphael )

( Roland )

( Harper )

( Mr. Universe )

steak-man.livejournal.com

Yeah, merry effin' Xmas.

Cypher's huddled in a booth, drunk out of his gourd, wrapped in a lovely and completely unsuitable patchwork quilt, which is pulled up over his bald head so it looks a bit like a shroud, or maybe a security blanket. He's stuffing the Christmas treats into his mouth between swigs of whiskey and the boozy strains of "Auld Lang Syne," because he's sure by this time it must be New Year's.

He's beating his new DVD on the table in time with the song he sings. That would be obnoxious, except most people came into the bar, dropped their presents and left. Not this guy. He ain't goin' nowhere.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

At some point when the bar is mostly quiet and when she's finally decided to stop procrastinating, Goldy slips downstairs in her pajamas and leaves a stack of presents with Bar. The following people are the intended recipients:

( Red Riding Hood )

( Alanna of Trebond )

( Raphael )

( Mary Lennox )

( Claire Littleton )

( Liam Ironarm )

( Rachel Grey )

( Meg Giry )

( Snow White, Bigby and family )

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy is flipping through a catalogue of summer wear, somewhere in the vicinity of the fireplace.

Her expression is one of intense thought.

last_adam

[OOM: Adam and Alanna spend Christmas together in Olau and have some important discussions. Millitimed to later ~~tomorrow~~ today.]

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Every one in the list below gets the same gift. A beautifully carved silver ring, with the words “I Wish” on the outside, and their intials on the inside. Inside is both the standard form letter seen below, and an individualised letter.

Greeting and Holiday wishes my friend!
What you hold in your hands is a must wonderful present, for it can be whatever you most need it to be. This simple ring is a genuine, one use only, Ring of Wishing!
That is correct, with this ring in hand, you get one Wish. Anything you want, just for the asking. And yes, this is a way to prevent me from screwing up like I did a couple of times last year. But, with that, there are a few limitations.
1.It cannot unbind you. I’m not that powerful.
2. No raising the dead. Same issue.
3.This wish will not affect the emotions or minds of another person. That would be wrong.
4. Because I know some of you are the smart types, WISHES FOR MORE WISHES WILL NOT WORK. Period. One is all you get.
5. This is Milliways. Sometimes, some things just don’t work.
6. Simple is better.
As to what it CAN do.
A:Healing, strong.
b: Items. Pretty much anything you want.
C: Pretty much anything else. You don’t have to use it immediately, there is no shelf date!
d: To use, simply hold it tight, you can be wearing it if you desire, concentrate on what you are wanting, then say “I wish” followed by the wish.
e: This is not a Monkey’s Paw wish, or a Djinni’s revenge or anything like that. The spell on the ring will attempt to follow the spirit of the law to get you what you’re actually wishing for.
Enjoy,
Tim.

( Virginia )

( Wolf )

( Jack Bauer )

( Bernard )

( Nymphadora Tonks-Wrangle )

( Ace )

( Foaly )

( Barry Allen )

( Sara Sidle )

( Andrew Wells )

( Faith )

( Illyria )

( Jonathan Levinson )

( The Triplets )

( Melaka )

( Rupert Giles )

( Svava )

( Archie )

( Xander Harris )

( Max )

( Blodwen Rolands )

( Molly O’Reilly )

( Draco Malfoy )

( The Librarian )

( Snow White )

( Bigby Wolf )

( Peter Venkman )

( Ray Stantz )

( Adam Young )

( Alanna )

( Ronald Weasely )

( Hermione Granger )

( Angie Johnson )

( Mordred )

( Morgan )

( Meg Giry )

( Molly Prewett )

( Indiana Jones )

( Mike )

( Raph )

( Blossom )

( Bubbles )

( Death )

( Destruction )

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

Chase wanders downstairs in jammies, t-shirt and raggedy bathrobe to leave small wrapped presents under the tree just for the people he thinks he might not see tomorrow.

( Guppy )

He pauses for a moment, biting pensively at his lower lip, before placing the second box under the tree.

( Chloe )

chelleuncurled

Michelle's been missing Tony, but she knows that here, it's almost Christmas. She left yesterday to do some holiday shopping, happy to find very few crowds since back home it wasn't even summer yet. She didn't torture herself by staying home or waiting for Tony, she had a mission, she fulfilled it, and now she's putting down the presents under the tree.

There are presents for Jack Bauer, Kim, Chase, Bonnie, Nita, Karr, Kitt, House, Elaine, Ryan, Chris, Samantha, Andrew, Peter, Chloe, and Behrooz.

Each perfectly wrapped box contains a cashmere scarf (Michelle picked the right color for each person) and a small box of Godiva chocolates.

The note attached to each gift is a simple Best wishes for the holiday season, thank you for everything - Love, Michelle.

She has a gift for Tony, but she brings that back to the apartment.

tophat-andtails.livejournal.com

One thief, inna bar.

He's cold. London streets aren't kind at this time of year. And there's a large bruise across one cheekbone. Bill Sykes isn't kind at any time of the year.

But at the same time, he's got a bit of money for once so that's kind of helping him have a better Christmas.

He's looking out for one or two people, so he can avoid them. Other than that, he's staring at his drink a little sadly. Cheer him up please?

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Tim sprints out of the staff wing, a blue scrap of blanket thrown over one shoulder. He jumps onto a table in the middle of the bar, and begins speaking in a loud voice.

"And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger."

And Then eh steps off, dropping into a seat, satisfied.

lastgunslinger

[In Room 99, farewells are said.]

gonna_live

[OOC: Some people are incapable of sleeping in on Christmas morning.

Now with added bad poetry and cinnamon buns.]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

It has been a long night and it's entirely possible that Amanda hasb't yet gone to sleep. WHich may explan why she is still wearing her blue dress. But she wanted to bring down the presents that were left unclaimed at her party.

Random and Ramon, Silk, ( Connor ), ( Methos ), ( Thomas ), ( Anita ) ,( Gimli ), ( Dinah ), ( Elrond ), ( Hannibal ), ( Aeryn ), ( Sheppard )

Once she has put these presents under the tree she heads up to her room to get some sleep.

[OOC: Amanda does have gifts for other pups that she will give out in person as mun must run for more holiday family togetherness stuff.]

iustus_rex

[ OOM: Christmas Morning in the House of Arch ]

inquisitivehero

The Door swings wide and Hank McCoy comes in, Dressed in his Santa suit, bearing the large bag of presents.

He settles at the Bar and orders lunch. When it arrives, he sets too. It has been a busy morning of delivering presents and attending a few Christmas celebrations already.

Have at. He might have a present for you.

badinlatin

Mal won't be in again until later today, if not tomorrow.

He does have a present for Lilly, though - he dropped it off yesterday with a note:

Lilly - if you don't understand the inscription, I'm never speaking to you again. Merry Christmas - Mu Ji.

He's holding off on the presents for the crew until a bit later. He wants to give Simon his when everyone's settled down a bit.

once_a_queen

OOM: A Happy Christmas for Susan Pevensie

exspdblue.livejournal.com

[OOM: Go go, Power Santa!]

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

((OOM: Painting Bianca's portrait, which eventually results in this.

And sketching Archie, poor lad, in Room 10, which results in this.

Both millitimed to...um...a few weeks ago. Because I suck.))

liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com

Liz Imbrie is so not hungover.

'Course not. Hangovers are for the weak.

She is in a booth, rather near the fire, with slush dripping off her sensible overshoes, and carefully cleaning up that sketch of Edmund Pevensie (whose name she still doesn't know).

She could probably be convinced to draw you in all your Christmas finery, too. If you ask nicely.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

Montparnasse is in the bar. He's not even aware of the date, but he assumes this is Christmas, from all of the gifts people are receiving.

He receives one as well, of sorts. A sketch, from Sarah.
He does not realize this, however, as he tears it into several pieces and throws them behind the bar, without looking at it.

afterward, he sits there frowning, at the bar as a whole, and people watching. He has a task to accomplish, after all, and that may require meeting new people.
He may even be friendly, for the sake of his cause, if you can overlook his distaste for the season.

eilinel.livejournal.com

Despite the fact that ~~while AIM is busted, her mun can still be found on Google Talk~~ Christmas is something mostly new to them, Eilinel is still enjoying it.

She's been behind on presents, but is practically surrounded in small bottles of scent.

Her presents, it seems, are still a work in progress.

As for the hat she's wearing, you can thank Ramon and Random. It does suit her.

exspdblue.livejournal.com

Sky steps into the bar, looking around and smiling. One might say that he was hoping to come back. He did his present giving and has come back with a few of his own supplies for while he lives in the bar. He speaks to Bar and gets a room key and thanks her kindly. He then goes and lays in a booth for the time being.

door-2-door.livejournal.com

He's been around, simply inconspicuous. It comes with the territory.

He entered the bar again, a few minutes ago, from the stairs, and took a seat. Ordered a drink and began observing, silently watching the patrons, and regarding the decorations with calm indifference.

It is, in no way, different from any other time he's been in the bar, but there you have it.
Oh and it's Christmas, but he is unconcerned.

give-us-candy.livejournal.com

After two days of Gourd Guts plastered on their clothes, the three had to finally give in and let Bar give them clothes.

The clothes she has given them are NOT, they repeat, NOT what they want to wear.

Shock is wearing a velvety dress with a bunch of flowers around the waist.

Barrel is sporting a snappy ensemble of a plaid vest, white undershirt, black tie and pants.

Lock is snuggly and warm in his winter sweater and plaid pants.

And of course, covering their faces are their masks. The carved smiles are sarcastic and cruel, truly.

They collect their bounty, gifts from Tim, Abs, Dream and Ingress, and consider going on their way, until a pang of memory of a Halloween Most Foul (Just Past) makes them shudder until the bells on Lock's shoes jingle and Shock's neatly coifed curls (with bow!) bounce and flail.

So they deposit the gifts they've made themselves (or taken from Halloween Town) upon Bar with name tags and notes. The notes have misspellings and are scrawled in something close to chicken scratch. Anyone who comes to collect their presents can imagine for themselves how bad it is, the mun has given up trying to write like Lock, Shock and Barrel, KTHNX.

( Notes and Knacks )

There are a lot of presents here, if you talk to the Triplets and they know your name, you've more than likely got something.

Oh, one last thing before they settle to discussing their bounty.

"Bar, we've probably forgotten some people that we know." Tub puts his front legs up on the bar and Barrel and Lock unload some wooden pumpkins that have candles for stems.

"You can have one. And could you give these out to people that want one?"

abs-denham.livejournal.com

A man dressed as the backside of a pantomime cow comes up to the tree and places a couple of parcels, wrapped in red and whit paper, under it.

( Aeryn, Hank, Anoia, Lock, Stock and Barrel )

Having done this, he heads back to Holby to spend the rest of Christmas with the bottle of Ras'lak from Aeryn. He's got a lot on his mind right now.

last-and-first.livejournal.com

There is a goddess in the bar, because Milliways can never have too much kindness, or too many pretty women.
It is a law of the universe, truly. At least the pretty part.

So, back to the entry post, Hestia's probably been keeping busy with something recently, knowing her, but she decided that Christmas would be a good time for a break, and a visit to Milliways. She likes the decorations and the happiness that surround the season.
But shhh don't tell. It's against her religion.

burning-evil.livejournal.com

OOM: Satan wanders outside and encounters Jack of the Frost. There is much discussion, some frivolous, some not. A touch of competition. A hint of quiet violence.

And a pair of sunglasses that would make Elton John proud.

nita_callahan

[OOM: Nita checks on her assignment status, and notices a new listing.

Gavroche's Christmas gift is now with Bar.]

lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com

Last year Dream gave every being which came to the bar a gift.

This year he and Moiraine do so again. At some point each and every person, pet, and otherwise observably animate object will wake, or turn, or notice a single cherry with a blue ribbon wrapped around the stem.

The ribbon's other end is tied in a merry little bow through the corner of a card. One side of the card bears the name of the person who finds it, and the other says this;

Dear (name),
This cherry is from Dream's realm. It will never spoil, and you will not lose it. If dropped and forgotten accidentally it will show up in your room on your pillow. When you choose to eat it, you will be given one night of the best dreams. This is a guarantee. You may choose to give it away.
Happy Holidays,
Dream and Moiraine

major-graff.livejournal.com

Graff sits with a strong drink in one hand and a scowl on his face. It's Christmas time and he's still stuck in the bar. Not that he would be doing much in the way of festivities at home, but he'd still rather be there then here.

lvpd_sidle

Another stack of gifts are left.

( Asar-Suti and Gil Whimple )

( Ace )

( Guppy )

( Helen )

With each gift is a note from Sara, saying Thank you for your friendship and love. Happy holidays!

Current Mood: rushed

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Dr. Hannibal "The Cannibal" Lecter walks in, his arms full of presents.

He gives them to Bar, asking politely for the recipients to recieve them as they come in.

( Svava )
( Archie )
( Yrael )
( Yrael 2 )
( Alanna )
( Bernard and Tonks )
( Meg )

inquisitivehero

Hank is still at teh Bar, with his Santa suit and his large bbag of presents, drinking coffee and dispensing joy.

jack_inthegreen

Jack makes his way carefully downstairs, a tiny, well-wrapped bundle in his arms. First matters first: a brief trip outside to the willow tree ("Auntie Shee, darling,"), and then back inside to the warmth of the fireplace and some supper and holiday cheer.

joker-is-wild.livejournal.com

Heeere's Joker!

"Jingle Bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg! The batmobile lost a wheel, and the Jo=ker Got A-way!" He laughs. "Merry Christmas, Milliways!" He laughs again.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion.

Bartending.

With wife and dead Melcene girl.

[ooc: it's christmas, my family wants me doing things, so I'll be in and out. My apologies.]

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is playing Christmas music at the piano. Not singing, but smiling just the same.

blond-bubbles.livejournal.com

Bubbles is thinking in a booth in the bar, sipping at some hot cocoa while staring pointedly at a special, silver ring on the table from Tim Hunter. Wondering what exactly she should wish for.

Though, not to hurry or anything... but Bubbles is wondering nevertheless...

Come by and chat. Bubbles is full of Christmas Spirit. And Cocoa.

Mun's computer is Humbuging occassionally. So slowtime is sometimes needed.

samael-diablo.livejournal.com

Despite the vaguely seasonal icon, Lucifer can not in any way be mistaken for someone filled with Festive Cheer. He sits on a table fiddling idly with the cuffs of his shirt - not red or black, for once, but a very dark blue that catches the light. Some effort appears to have been extended in this lack of cheer.

He has the look of someone about to catch the waiter's eye and ask for the cheque. Or possibly buy the restaurant and have it knocked down, just for the hell of it. There could be dancing in the rubble.

Fair warning?

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

From the front door arrives Laini, somehow juggling a stack of gifts. They get left with the Bar to be given to recipiants- and then she is off!

( Peejee )
( Hank )
( EDI )
( Harper )
( Nita )
( Raven )
( Kitt )
( Windows )
( Martin )
( Puck )
( Ako )
( Logan )
( Duo )
( Norrington )

wizard_dresden

So, into the bar I go and spot the person I was looking for.

young_tmriddle

The House of Arch goes all out for Christmas. Gift-giving is an important part of their tradition. Therefore, there are many gifts to be given this day. Luckily, trading in London Below is not the same as spending in London Above, and Tom has plenty of Voldemort's gold in that case.

Tom's first stop, with family in tow, is the Tonks-Wrangle flat, where Dora and Bernard are gifted with a deluxe Harvey Nichols Gift Hamper.

Sunny receives a Rocking Lion and a winter dress.

'Dora also receives an open-ended certificate to a day at The Witch's Rest, an exclusive spa in the Cotswolds, and a handwritten coupon for a day of babysitting provided by Tom and Door.

Once those presents are delivered, the House of Arch family returns to their own celebrations - things have been eerily quiet in the Below, for which they've all been thankful.

Tom soon returns with a large stack of presents to place under the tree. The last Floating Market was in Harvey Nichols, and while one is not supposed to shop amongst the Topsiders' items, Tom couldn't help but pick up a few things. It's been a hectic holiday season, after all, and if one can't bend the rules as Lord of the House of Arch, then that's just sad.

( The Floating Markets themselves have been nothing to sneeze at either, so there are many fine presents for friends this year. )

wizard_howell

While Ingary sleeps, Howl quietly sets foot into the tavern again. It's Christmas, after all, and though he's not been here on many occasions there are two people who've been in his thoughts.

And since the season's been so good to him, he's brought gifts. He looks around and doesn't see his mischievous friend whose name he's never got, but that doesn't matter; there seem to be a great many gifts waiting for people at the bar itself and so he sets this one down along with the others. Clearly, it's the thing to do.

( for Mischief (Puck) )

He does, however, see the young lady called Stella.

Howl wonders if she can see him, too. He moves to her side.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David makes his way into the bar, wearing a hat obviously pulled from a cracker, and a smile. Also, you know, clothes.

( Charlie Pace )

( Nick and Alex )

( Master Van Helsing )

( Angelo )

( Darien )

( Garion )

Current Mood: chipper

nita_callahan

Christmas presents for Jack Bauer, Kim Bauer, Tony and Michelle Almeida-Dessler, Gorlim, Puck, Duo, Coyote, Michael Guerin, Trillian, and Ron Weasley have been left with the Bar.

red-as-rose.livejournal.com

This is not just a GIP, whether you think so or not.

It's actually Rose, perched on a stool, making what seem like deals with Bar.

"Just a key for about a week or two for now, 'kay? Or some space when I can't take my sister. Either one."

She's got a List in her hand, and it sure isn't for gift-shopping.

aeons-in-flux.livejournal.com

Red light go, green light stop.

Green light stop, red light go.

Or something like that.

Aeon Flux is, mysteriously as ever, in the bar.

At least she's not in the rafters this time?

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: A day in the studio. ]

There were certain things that had no business being said, like when you lived in a world where the people you knew were in fact the opposite. They weren't your friends, they were very well your enemies and rejected you as if you had done something villainously wrong. There would be no commentary on Hollywood here. This wasn't a conflict between Tony Almeida and Hollywood--it was a conflict between himself and everything, everyone that he knew. He had had enough of being challenged. He wanted to go home.

That wasn't his call to make.

He understood this well and made a great effort not to expect Milliways behind every door he opened. He had to accept that a door was just a door, and that whatever magic brought him here was sorely missing in this world. The only sense of happiness that he knew was that one date with Elaine; that was the only moment he had allowed himself to remember that Milliways existed, and so, by extension, did the woman he loved, who he never allowed himself to forget regardless the pain memory caused him.

So when he walked up to the door of the studio, happy that the work day was over, he didn't expect to see the bar again. He expected to see a bright sidewalk, cars, and maybe some dumb starlet trying to push herself on him.

Of course, Milliways doesn't operate the same way Tony's mind does.

And he can't believe it when he does see it behind the door. It takes a few prolonged minutes of staring before he steps through the door and doesn't look back save to see if the door's closed completely.

Because he's glad to see the last of that place. Damn glad, glad, glad. It's like he stepped into some odd mixture of a Frank Capra movie and "The Twilight Zone" and as weird as it is, as weird as this place is--man is he happy to see it. He's home! He's home! And he wants to shout it out at the top of his lungs, wants to announce that he's back and so glad he could barely describe it if asked to.

He ran to the bar and put his hand on its surface, patting her gently. "I'm back," he said. "I'm back!"

Immediately, Bar produced a gift and two notes. One of which was from Bar that said, "Welcome back, Tony."

The other was attached to the gift:

Mr. Tony Almeida,

You may not ever meet me, and I may never meet you. But the friends you have acquired here, the life you have lead, and the people you have touched, has made me admire you. Please accept my gift as a token of my appreciation. Merry Christmas, whenever you return.

- Anthony Almeida

Tony opened the package carefully. His jaw dropped. Anthony had left him a watch, and why? He didn't know, but the strangeness of this gift, bestowed upon him by his double, struck him at that moment. And he laughed.

[ ooc: mun is watching Home Alone but please do tag because she is hyper and happy and eee Tony and Home Alone! ]

unique-moments.livejournal.com

Samantha comes bounding down from upstairs, still dressed in pyjamas, wearing reindeer ears and fuzzy slippers. She skids slightly when she hits the bottom of the stairs.

She runs to the Bar, orders a plate of Christmas cookies and a glass of milk and makes her way to a booth to enjoy said Christmas goodness.

Nevermind she needs to be ready to go to her mother's in a half hour.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz wanders in, heading immediately toward a booth and not really seeming to take in his surroundings. He doesn't know what day it is here, but the Bar's more comfortable than the library, and he sits and opens a book without really noticing the tree or the atmosphere.

It'd be ok to draw his attention to it, though.

politestpirate.livejournal.com

He is pleased- Wellard did figure out something to do for Christmas gifts, even if they are not that much. Knot-work bracelets, with both traditional fancy versions of sailing knots along with chinese knotwork. (Bar had given him a book with the supplies). There had been a moment's idea of giving them out, but-

Still shy and unsure, Wellard will leave them with the Bar insted.

( Miss Guevera )
( Raven )
( Miss Mary )
( Mrs Rowlands )
( Mr Maxwell )
( Jason )
( Kennedy )
( Commodore Lyon )

There are also ones made for the fox Ako, and for the waitrat Ivan- but those, Wellard will give to the recipiants when he sees them.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy enters the bar, rather bouncily, and finds himself dressed as Peter Pan. He goes over to the tree and leaves some presents

( For Helen )
( For Aeryn )
( For Asar-Suti )
( For Barry )
( For Sara )
( For Hank )
( For Peter (Venkman) )
( For Ray )
( For Gil )
( For Behrooz )
( For Chase )
( For Gaspode )
( For Gorlim )
Amanda and Catherine have already had their presents.

Looking rather dazed but strangely energetic he heads over to the bar to get Christmas dinner and a coffee, which he takes back to a booth.

He hasn't been to bed. At all. Since yesterday morning.
Come and ask him just how much caffeine he has consumed.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is in the bar briefly. Meaning, she's there long enough to drop off two small, identical packages at the bar before she's out the door and into the forest.

She places the two boxes wrapped in sparkly sky blue paper with a navy colored bow, on the bar. One has Jason's name on it and one has Richard's. Neither of them have any distinguishing marks to let the boys know who the gift is from. "See that my Pack mates get these, hmm?" The disappear into the bar, as she smiles and heads outside.

( For Richard )
( For Jason )

namo

The party of five stood in front of the door. Lírë waits patiently, her expressive eyes looking to her master.

Nerdanel, wearing only a simple dress, bearing no luggage, holds the hand of her son tightly. Maglor glances nervously from his mother to the Vala to the door -- and what he knows lies beyond.

The only one with baggage is Lee. He is dressed in dark, soft leather breeches, a silver shirt, blue tunic, and a grey cloak, his additional clothing stowed safely in the pack hanging at his side.

Námo glances back at the bar before he turns back to the door, turning the knob and slowly opening it. Those who look can see the stone hallway of Formenos, bright and warm with the various fires keeping out the early Autumn chill. He takes Lee's hand, giving the man a smile, and steps through the door and into the hall, Lírë trotting happily beside them.

Maglor casts one more nervous glance to the door, then tugs Nerdanel through the door, which closes quietly behind them, snatching away the vision of the stone hall.

[OOC: Námo-mun had permission to god both Maglor and Lee Castle out of the bar. This is a brief exit post for Lee Castle.]

learningtosee.livejournal.com

A few is about three and that was all that Stella had the time to finish. She leaves them off with the bar for whenever the recipents next drop in.

( Cypher )

( Spike )

( Howl )

hanild.livejournal.com

Hanild is sitting at a table, eating dinner. She's noticed the rather festive mood of the bar recently, but doesn't understand exactly what's going on. Still, the good vibes are catchy and she's happy enough watching those who do seem to know what's being celebrated.

musical-muse.livejournal.com

*It's been over four months. Some things never change. A lady all in black stumbles through the piano into the bar*

balletrat

[OOM: Meg and Andrew have an afternoon of good, clean, snowy fun. Now with 50% more barricades.]

attic-girl.livejournal.com

The Christmas tree and any remaining presents are being watched from a slight distance with awe. While she hasn't tired of watching the observation window, Fuchsia decided to explore other parts of the bar today and this is what she found. She is also perhaps avoiding her room, which cannot seem to be changed, no matter how many times she asks the bar for a different one.

For most of the afternoon and early evening, she has been sipping elderberry wine and watching people pick up their presents, making up stories for herself about who they are, what they've received and where they come from. Chances are she's nowhere near accurate. Feel free to approach, but do so with caution. She's still getting her bearings.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

OOM #3 - Another Christmas with the Fawkes Boys

cywyllog

Cywyllog is once again in the bar, doing rather usual Cywyllog things, watching the fire, curled up on a couch sipping tea and looking rather pensive.

It looks like things are back to normal. Then again, it may be for appearances. Ask her. She might even tell you.

ineedavicodin.livejournal.com

He's sitting near the fire, dog at his feet, crossword puzzle book in hand, glass of coke on the table beside him.

He'd had a quiet Christmas with Triumph upstiars. He'd decided to stay downstairs by the fire for a while after he took the dog out for her evening walk.

He's feeling a little melancholy, but he'd probably talk o anyone who wanted to say hello.

winged-defender.livejournal.com

Here's someone who hasn't been seen in the bar in a while.

Peach is perched on a chair near a table in the corner next to a plate of sugarplums, screaming enthusiastically, "Feliz navidad, prospero año y felicidad! I wanna wish you a merry Christmas..."

I am sorry to report that this is probably going to go on all night as she goes through pretty much every Christmas song in all the tongues of Terra, including a disturbingly accurate rendition of R.E.M.'s "Christmas Griping".

(OOC: Won't be up too late tonight, but I wanted to drop back in. Happy holidays, kids.)

radiant-brow.livejournal.com

He had left Elffin in a warm wind, propitious sign, sweeping out from the south and away from the sea, upward and onward. He meant to follow that wind, northward along the Wall, until he reached even harsher lands than these. But on the seventh day the wind turned cold again, and with the harp packed safely away he struggled forward in the snow, seeking the nearest outpost.

Taliesin followed the first glimmer of light in the darkness, hopeful despite the weather, because the voice of his awen still sung in his ear, quiet maelstrom of music. Instead of fire, he had seen reflections off the edges of ice, but he recognized the place by the standing stone at the crook in the path. It loomed dark. He knew the symbols along its sides nevertheless, wound like twisting ribs, words layered on words.

He could find a cave near at hand.

When he stooped under the entrance, he was singing, low and smooth under his breath, the tones deep. "King, beggar and fool, I have been all by turns..." He paused, and arched a dark brow. Only very rarely in his experience had he stumbled upon an entirely unmarked gateway between time and place, but he had walked through rock and into wood, cave to door to a world familiar more by sense than sensibility.

"An unexpected note," he murmured.

[OOC: New mun, old millicanon discarded--if your pup is meeting Taliesin, it will be for the first time.]

95-tan.livejournal.com

Windows 95 emerges from the kitchen to put up a menu, in both Japanese and English:

Japanese Christmas Dinner
Fried chicken
Fried potato
Fried wonton with cheese filling
Christmas cake

There is also giftage of baked goods- a small bag of cookies for all patrons, individual cakes for friends and everyone on the staff and the Say True. ~~The mun is still too plague-ridden to bother making specifics, so yeah. Everyone likes baked goods, right?~~

[OOP: I'm so not here, guys, so if you're really wanting a thread, it'll be slowtimed. Otherwise, just feel free to tag in enjoying the foods or whatever.]

Current Mood: happy

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

(Millitimed to the afternoon of December 25th, 2005)

Amanda, Magius, and Bruce come down the stairs and leave notes for.

Amanda's Notes to Strahan, Guppy, Nina, and Mace.

Magius Note to Nina

Once Bar has the notes the three walk over to the door. Amanda opens it showing a clear view of her living room before they walk through and the door closes behind them.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Faramir has gleaned a vague understanding of the various holiday celebrations in his brief time in the bar.

Most of it comes from children's books. He enjoys those. The illustrations are SPLENDID. He's taken to copying them, in fact, and coloring them in. (His present project is selective freehand ink combinations from The Wind in the Willows.)

He has not yet made many friends ~~because his mun pays ENTIRELY too much attention to that scarecrowy traitor fellow even though she can write either of them without much more brain than it takes to watch television~~, and so sits contentedly alone at a corner table, legs stretched out in front of him propped on another chair (a breach of courtly ettiquette for which his father would KILL him -- yes really -- and therefor worth doing if only for that reason). He is drinking some festive-smelling concoction of both sweet and alcoholic, and appears very happy, for one perfect reason:

Whatever it's like here, it's better than home has ever been.

Come chat with him. He'll likely buy you a drink.

Current Mood: content

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's in her booth using her old knife to carve a small hunk of bone. Seems she's got one last minute Christmas present to make.

There's a couple other presents in evidence. She's wearing the tiger pendant Gorlim gave her around her neck. Oh, and the glittery pink bikini top from the boys.

Come ask her what she's making. Or why she's wearing (half) a bathing suit. Again.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Hollywood Plot, epilogue.

Anthony has a reunion of his own. He also makes a few deadly plans. ]

valehero.livejournal.com

Isaac is sitting up in his usual booth...But, his eyes are closed. Could he be sleeping?

Go ahead, wake him up. He won't mind.

eyesxonly.livejournal.com

There's a blond reporter sitting in a booth. In front of him there's a plate of turkey, veggies, and sweet potatoes. A lovely Christmas dinner if you were to ask him. He might be scoping the bar a little but only extremely observant people would notice really.

Come poke Logan, as he's one of the few things in this bar that won't bite.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

OOM: [Fire, Water and Earth]

aj_crawley

At the bar, some gifts, left en route to the Tonks-Wrangles'.

( For River... )

( For Kaylee and Simon... )

( For Wash... )

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

( cut for length )

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

After the Quest...

Magius stumbles downstairs, to the Bar. There, he sinks to a chair and rests his throbbing head on the Bar. He knows the others will come.

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Bar has, for some incomprehensible reason, given Smeagol a funny red hat.

He doesn't understand the significance, but puts it on anyway, because it's Afteryule, people are still celebrating, and he's in the mood for funny red hats. The hat settles comfortably on his curly hair and makes his pointy ears stick out.

The first person to call him an elf gets the mun's firstborn child. ~~Only, not.~~

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

There is a flash of light and then Amanda wakes up in her bed in Milliways. Snowball isn't there but she knows the room. Was it all a dream? The only way to be sure is to go downstairs and find Magius and Bruce. Okay she could try cutting her hand but right now she is too scared that it was real. Feeling far less confident then usual she slowly makes her way downstairs.

Walking up to the bar she orders a tea and takes a seat looking for her friends. SHe looks disoriented and less confident then usual.

gorlim.livejournal.com

There is a Gorlim--
in the bar
with a Book of -- Poetry
and an iPod

hence the peculiarly
Emily-Dickenson-esque entry
Post.

Come and say
Hello.

Current Mood: bouncy

undignified

Wes is back in the bar. He was mildly annoyed when that outfit appeared on him again, but at least Hobbie can't tease him about it. That must be a good thing, right?

Anyway, he's got chocolate and wine, lots of candy, and a rather odd cherry. He supposes this must be the day of that Earth holiday.

He also supposes, ruefully, that this means all his presents to people are going to be late, since he's still hardly thought of any.

He's a pilot, he's not supposed to be organised. Really.

locks_it_up

Yep.

There's a Death.

She's smoking one of Destruction's cigarillos, and drinking scotch. Sixty-two-year-old scotch.

Because Christmas is really rather a busy time of year.

Among other things.

[ooc: Please to be pinging before tagging. angelsmask1225 on AIM. Say thankya.]

gone_byebye

A glance in the general direction of the door reveals a floor-to-ceiling streak of metal. "Hey!" comes a voice from above. "When did the Bar get a pole?"

There's some scuffling, and some dragging, and then EEEEE SCREEK goes the pole as a red-suited parapsychologist drops down from somewhere else's upstairs. He's got a bag over one shoulder, and he's grinning. "Okay," he calls as he steps away from the pole. "If I know you, I probably owe you a present, so- now would be a good time for you to show up. Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, and a fine and joyous celebration of holidays that've already passed by on the Terran calendar or have yet to arrive on whatever world the rest of you are from."

Having said his piece, Ray heads for the Bar. The pole, for its part, vanishes.

capt_angie

The door opens and Angelina walks into the bar. She's wearing a dark knee length skirt, and a sparkly kind of top and she's carrying a bag of gifts. If you know her, and you're a friend, chances are you've got one.

She carries the bag of gifties over to a booth, orders a drink from Bar (along with which she recieves Sheila's note, but she doesn't read it yet), and then settles herself down at the previously mentioned booth to see if any of her friends come in.

Happy Christmas Milliways!

boundxkitty

Elizabeth is sitting in a booth. There is a large mug of apple cider in front of her and a small backpack next to her. In the backpack? Presents for those that she has them for. Those that she doesn't find tonight will be left with the bar for delivery, but she'd prefer to give the few gifts out in person if she can.

So, wereleopard inna bar. Have at her.

[ooc: Mun is having parental issues, so slowtime until tomorrow and the mun will love you forever.]

action-antihero.livejournal.com

At sometime earlier today, gifts for Alanna, Archie, Faith, Peter, Sara, Hank, Nita, Malcolm Crowe, Mal Reynolds, Gorlim and Namo are left with the bar, amongst others*.

*[OOC: Okay, I'm completely brain dead from no sleep, so this is just a short list. If your pup's a 24-ster--or um...anyone else I forgot, say sorry?--see the note on

24_ways re: gifts. And now I reeeeally need sleep.]

lastgunslinger

The hat by his right hand is particularly fine -- a blue top hat.

The hat by his left hand...is a second-hand cowboy hat with felt chickens glued on the brim.

Roland Deschain is drinking his coffee.

It is damn fine.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio really, really misses Verona right now. He misses the elaborate presepio in the Church, the flaming candlelight of Midnight Mass, the shepherds with their bagpipes. There is no Yule log in the fire, and la Befana will not visit here.

He is sitting on a stool, leaning on the Bar and quietly tracing patterns with his fingertips in a pool of spilt water. He did order a plate of baccalà and a slice of panettone, but it looks so pathetic next to his rose-tinted memories of tables groaning with food, the Prince's household all gathered around in one dining hall, smiling and shouting, preparing for twelve days of parties and dancing and feasting. He has abandoned it in favour of another apple.

In between bites of the green fruit, he is singing to himself, quietly, a song that was already very old when he was born.

"In Bethlehem is born the Holy Child,
On hay and straw in the winter wild;
O, my heart is full of mirth
At Jesus' birth."

He has not thought to look for presents, not for another twelve days.

iwasalevel6.livejournal.com

[ oom: Between lovemaking, Tony and Michelle have some schmoop, play catch up, and make a decision. ]

x5-599.livejournal.com

X5 in a booth. No, the blond one. Though, as he's drinking coffee and looking disturbed and distracted, the family resemblance is for once evident.

He probably won't bite. It's too obvious.

(OOC: Now warned for violence, and testosterone poisoning.)