milliways_bar | Dec. 31st, 2005

Dec. 31st, 2005

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOC: Several days after this as-of-yet-not-exactly-finished-OOM-but-almost-and-anyway-I-can't-wait-any-longer, our favorite fairy is no longer under Blodwens spell ...]

Puck is finally back in the bar. You may not have seen him recently, in which case you weren't looking outside. Either that, or you weren't looking for a mouse, or a sparrow, or a moth.

He's here tonight, more-or-less visible and as human as he ever appears.

Pensive? What?

Never.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

OOM: [In the Cells. Paranoia 1, Svava 0.]

last_adam

[OOM: Adam and Alanna talk about their weekend, Thom and Aziraphael, and mail order brides.]

*Adam tiptoes out of the staff quarters late that night, carrying to bits of paper. Leaving orders and the papers with Bar, he's delivered notes each for Thom and Aziraphael.*

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael comes in through the front door, looking tired, and heads to the Bar for a strong coffee.

not_that_spike

( OOM: Venus, Day 2 )

gramarye1971

[OOM and outside Time, Millitimed to 21 December: Will, Merriman, and a gift that keeps on giving.]

imperfecthero01.livejournal.com

Heero in the bar, not with laptop or observation, but with... paperwork.

Paperwork he has pointedly shuffled off to the side of the booth, and is attempting to pretend it doesn't exist.

Seems he ran into the bar on the way to the office, and used it as a chance to escape boredom. It's a justifable decision... really.

sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com

The prince, at the bar, in a booth, with hot cocoa and a book. Bug at will.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom comes into the bar from out back, shivering and wet around the edges; it seems that it's been raining.

Also seems there's a letter for him.

He sits down to read it. If you're careful, you might just catch the moment where his whole mood changes.

If you're looking.*

latino_menace

Ramon inna bar. The happiness of the past week seems to have taken something of a knock - but not too much of one. So he's lounging on a sofa with a coffee and a book, although he's not reading much. He's more...contemplating things.

Feel free to distract him. Contemplation is always easy to put down.

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim is outside the bar in the snow. It's early morning, the night before New Year's Eve. He's watching the flakes come down, smiling to himself.

He's got his antler cloak on again. In the dusk of pre-dawn through the snow, he might be mistaken for a reindeer from far off, with the hood up as it is.

You can come chat with him if you like. No, he won't get rid of the cloak if you tell him it's silly. It's an Important Thing. Also, real reindeer skin? WARM.

~~This is not at all a gratuitous icon-flaunting entry.~~

Current Mood: peaceful

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy's droppin' in temperature like an unsympathetic antagonist.

At a table. With tea, and with knitting.

aj_crawley

Crowley's sprawled in a chair by the fire, legs crossed at the ankle, looking generally fairly content with the world. He has Christmas presents, the fire is warm, and he has a (small) cup of cioccolato caldo - hot chocolate, Italian style. Which is, in the very literal and non-cocoa-powdery sense, actual hot chocolate.

He's eating it with a spoon, and occasionally craning around to check the front door. Aziraphael's AWOL again, but hadn't left a note, so he's bound to turn up any minute now.

[OOC: Mun is about, but really kind of brain-dead. Please ping before tagging.]

no_justice

The door opens, as doors are wont to do.

And in flies a very curious arrangment, that might look very familiar to a small number of denizens, and only mildly familiar to the majority.

A sledge. Pulled by four large giant wild boars, huge and grey and bristly with rings through their noses and small piggish red eyes peering out over twisted tusks. The sled itself is menacing and dark and appears to have been hewn from large tree trunks, with crude grinning faces carved into the sides.

Sittting in the sleigh is a familiar face in a familiar outfit - except they're not familiar together. A fur tirimmed red outfit, curving over a stomach that is fat in the pillow-shoved-up-the-sweater way, a patently false white beard...

...and a sketal brow, over empty eye sockets from which two tiny blue lights are glowing.

HO. HO. HO.

[OOC: come and get him, folks. He'll be here all weekend]

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

A still partially sulking symbol of the winter season is in the bar.

Warning: if you bitch at him because you don't like cold, he will go off at you.

But other than that, feel free to ask him why he's fiddling with a pair of sunglasses?

randomsbastard.livejournal.com

Martin is sitting in a chair backward, gingerly leaning his arms across the top of it. He looks smug, in a Martin manner. Which translates to looking a little bit less likely to bite people's faces off if they say something that he considers stupid.

He also has food, including meat, apple juice, cookies, and a salad.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

There's an Archie in the bar. He's been there all along, really, you just haven't had anything you needed to talk to him about. He'd be more than willing to talk now though.

banished-to.livejournal.com

OoM

ultimatetourist.livejournal.com

Beowulf Schaeffer walks down the stairs to the bar, and orders breakfast. He seems in an overall good mood. His breakfast seems too large for him to eat alone, as he ordered one big enough for a kzin (although not fit, as they'd never hold with this cooking meat or eating plants business). If he's not expecting company, he wouldn't mind being surprised. He still hasn't been taking his tannin, so he's as white as ever.

Current Mood: happy

namo

Námo is sitting on a sofa near the fire, several books piled beside him.

The one open in his hands reflects the theme of all these books: What to Expect When You're Expecting.

Not that he understands much of what is explained in the book, and Elves are indeed different in many respects, but, what the hell? Gotta start somewhere.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

There's a rather hungover Prince of Amber in the bar.

Atlantean will do that to a person.

Don't talk too loudly, shine lights at him, or, you know, ask. But he'll love you forever if you bring him some coffee.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

OOM #6 - Camping with Uncle Paul and Aunt Celia

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Darien's down at the bar.

Or rather, he's at the couches with a book, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate and nibbling on a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich. He's just hanging out, enjoying his time before he has to go back. He only has about a day left, but he intends on enjoying it.

Feel free to come by.

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is sitting at a table, drawing and occasionally humming.

This means she's in a good mood. Take advantage while it lasts.

narrator-rod.livejournal.com

It only happens twice a year.

That's right.

Sci-Fi Channel's "Twilight Zone" marathon. Which is why there is a Rod at the bar with a cocktail and a cigarette.

Happy New Year!

cardboard-tube.livejournal.com

It's New Year's Eve, and surely Gabe has better things to do than hang out in Milliways?

But when his kitchen door sends him here, well, he can't not wander up to Bar and order Sprite and chicken wings, cause those are some damn good chicken wings this place makes.

He also catches sight of a notice, and grins. "A party, eh?"

He might make an appearance at it later. For now, he's at the Bar, drinking that Sprite and eating those chicken wings.

Still glancing up at the rafters in case Spiderman appears.

iceismyforte.livejournal.com

Mel's there. It's New Years Eve. She forgot her hockey skates at school though and she has a game tomorrow in the morning. Her aunt gave her a quick lift to Sky High...and the locker room doors remain unfriendly. Mel plops in the door dressed in a blue cocktail dress and a party hat.

Feel free to comment, bug, or just talk to her.

Current Mood: content

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard can once more be found sitting at the bar, and with him again is the basket full of noisly peeping turkey poults. He's still not quite sure he knows of good place to keep them, and they've been peeping incessantly. It seems to have driven him to drink, if the beer bottle in his hand is any indicator.

Or he could just be celebrating the new year a bit early. Conversation (and advice on turkey-raising) would be welcome.

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

Entering the Bar stage right is one Christmas gifted Peacekeeper. She's wearing the hot leather pants, jacket and 'more kick-ass than any boots could be' boots. In short, she's fully decked out and scarily enough, smiling. She's spinning one of her new daggers idly in her hands and watching people.

[OOC: Mun is fuzzy headed, apologies in advance if I go to badness.]

young_tmriddle

OOM: Tom speaks with Serpentine regarding the troubling events in London Below. He adds another worry to his list upon finding out Gavroche has been out wandering the Underside when told not to do so.

As a result, Tom gives Gavroche a talking to and grounds him.

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

>> December 31st, 2005: The Afterglow

[OOM: Prior to their arrival at the New Year's Eve party, Goldilocks and Red Riding Hood recover and chat about Fables and Christmas gifts after a little party of their own.]

fathers-cleric.livejournal.com

There's a librian ritual that's performed every year, but Preston's having a difficult time completing it. He's got a piece of paper and a pencil in front of him, along with a list of...

New Years Resolutions.

For everything that changes in a world and a universe there are things that say the same.

Come ask him what he's resolving to do? Or how the ritual is different for Librians?

puckishly.livejournal.com

Oh, my! It appears to be a Puck.

A Puck with a shiny, shiny sword.

He won't swing it at you.

... Probably not, anyway.

the_lioness

[OOM: Adam and Alanna take an impulsive trip to the Great Southern Desert. They don't get married. They do, however, do something else entirely. Rituals, old magic and an unexpected visitor ahoy.]

lucius-lacroix.livejournal.com

LaCroix is in the bar, sitting beside the fire in a comfy plush chair.

He appears to be deep in thought, but it's possible he's fallen asleep. You never can tell with him.

Poke him and find out?

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina is sitting on the couch by the fire. Well, more lounging than sitting, as she's taking up about all of it. She's watching the fire as well as people watching in a predatory manner. There's a glass of red wine balanced skillfully on one of her outstretched legs.

Come tell her she's staring too hard. She won't bite...hard. ~~unless you want her to.~~

princessjosiane.livejournal.com

There's a young blonde in the bar.

Looking a bit confused.

Not that this has ever stopped her from being happy.

And that look in her eye? Well, just ignore that for now.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael's sitting by the Bar again, with coffee.

blond-w-brain.livejournal.com

His hair is the usual, his glasses are polished, and he's wearing a sweatshirt that has an fiendishly complex equation on the front. He stops at the bar, and taps. "Drink and foodstuffs, please. I know that no matter what I ask, you'll give me something oddly healthy, so I will simply acquiesce."

The bar manifests a bowl of chili, a plate of macaroni and cheese, and a talll mug which steams. It also gives a tray.

"Well, thank you." He picks up the tray, goes to a table, pulls a book out from his back pocket, and sits down, commencing to eat and read.

Maybe someone will stop by.

singlesoledjest.livejournal.com

Mercutio's had a pretty exciting year. He's been killed, for one thing. It's kind of an event.

He's writing his New Year's Resolutions (once the idea was explained to him, he was rather keen on it), with much frowning. He has a blotch of ink on his nose. Of course.

He's only got as far as:

1. Do more handstands.

symbiote-venom.livejournal.com

Venom's sitting at a table, beer in hand, feeling oddly good. Despite having been impaled and all. Several times. He takes a swig of his beer, eyes scanning the bar lazily, searching, but not searching for anyone in particular.

Feel free to drop by. Just don't stab him. He's had quite enough of that.

((ooc: I presume everyone is busy celebrating the new year, so I doubt anyone will reply to this. Just thought I'd post on the off chance there's someone else out there who's bored as hell.))

mogget_cat

*An albino young man all in white is stretched out on the couch, dozing contentedly. A white fedora is down over his eyes.*

*It's safe to say Yrael's New Year's Resolutions do not include him staying awake to actually see more of the year, or him being generous and letting other people use the couch occasionally. Tough luck.*

*Come sit on the snarky bastard not'cat.*

last_adam

[OOM: Later that night - or earlier the next morning, really - Adam and Alanna return to their tent and relax. They also get a surprise. Rated S for smut.]